Next morning at the Principal's office.

[When the scene starts, Professor Ubik and Principal Perenti are in a discussion in the principal's office. Grace gets a message to see the principal.]

Prof. Rayna: Of course, I will Mr. Perenti. Grace told me that Bobby and Tom are best friends. And I will support him in this situation. Should this support extend to helping him with the door control project as well?

Principal Perenti nods, takes a deep breath, nods again. "Yes. Please. But I have called you about the .. the Tom issue altogether. Police has closed the case." He cuts the air with his hand, a final gesture. "But it's not all for me. I want to know more about the case. Especially, I need to know everything the students say about it. Will you help on that too?"

Prof. Rayna: Of course. Given the summer break I have plenty of time in my hands. And you are probably aware from my resume that I can assist such investigative effort. All in all, it will be a pleasure to contribute to bettering of this dire situation the school is confronting.

Principal Perenti nods. "Pleased.. pleased to hear that. Well, as convinced as I am that out local shame - that hobo - is the culprit, still there are some students whose position is, uh, unclear at the best. I'll introduce you to one of them. " He pushes a button and the door clicks open. "Grace, please come in. You know Prof. Ubik, I'm confident."

Grace walks into the principal's office, unsure of what's going on

Prof. Rayna nods to Grace, "Hello Grace. Nice to see you again"

Grace smiles politely, feeling nervous, "Yes nice to see you Sir"

Principal Perenti pushes another button, emphasizing the gesture, and the door locks with a soft click. "Grace. I'm sorry about this Tom issue. You were very near to each other, I've been told."

Grace: I’m .. I’m not so close to him actually Sir

Grace thinks about the vicious rumors going around the school about her and Tom, because both of them were mugged together

Prof. Rayna: So I was talking yesterday with Grace and we figured out that it would be a good idea if, given that she is a student, could find out who has seen Tom lately. Then talk with these persons and find out if they noticed something.

Prof. Rayna: Perhaps this inquiry could extend, as you proposed, to learn what the students think about the situation.

Principal Perenti snorts. "Sure. And I also want to know who - students and personnel together - who was out of the school at the time of the event." He says this in a threatening tone. Then he turns away, and in a lighter tone adds ".. well, perhaps someone has seen something. Or knows something."

Grace wonders why she was chosen to talk to the other students

Grace turns to look at the principal

Principal Perenti sets himself with his back on the wall, placing the student just between the two men, so that she can't see them both at the same time.

Grace could feel the professor's eyes on her back, feeling a little uncomfortable

Prof. Rayna: I see, we could find out who was attending classes these days, by looking who was present that days at school. Then arrange to talk to each one of them.

Prof. Rayna looks at the situation and wonders if this is a test on Grace's manners that seem to need some improving, as he observed yesterday

Principal Perenti: Grace. Where YOU were yesterday at 7pm?

Grace: me?

Grace thinks...

Grace: I was in the library I think

Grace: with Silvia

Principal Perenti presses on sharply. "With your friend Silvia. Who else has seen you?"

Grace: umm... I think there was another guy in the library but he left, I didn't notice him that much

Grace: so was just Silvia and myself

Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti, Grace mentioned yesterday that Tom's creepiness might have caused him this trouble. Unfortunately, she was not able to mention anybody else as a receptor of this behavior other than herself, and a student that Tom got in a fight with.

Grace turns her head slightly to see what the professor is doing

Grace catches Ubik looking at her figure from head to toe

Prof. Rayna: I was going to find Bobby and ask him who this student was but perhaps, Mr. Perenti, you would already know?

Grace: well Tom hangs out with a few guys.. Bobby and gang

Principal Perenti: Grace, only you and your friend. And Tom's creepiness.. well it will be a few days before Tom can talk. If he makes it. He's still critical. So I need to get all the .. *stops to think* You weren’t with Tom, Grace?

Grace: no, of course not Sir

Principal Perenti grabs her chin and looks deeply in her eyes.

Grace is startled by his move

Prof. Rayna: Though, Mr. Perenti, rumor has it that Silvia is quite close to Grace isn’t it so? Wouldn’t be conceivable that they could be figuring an alibi together?

Grace feels extremely uncomfortable that the principal is holding her like this

Grace tries to look at Ubik thru the corner of her eyes, trying to think what he is accusing her of

Grace: what.. alibi.. Sir? surely you don't think i was the one who hurt him like that

Grace: how could i ... he's stronger than me

Principal Perenti keeps looking in her eyes "Prof. Ubik will question Silvia too, then. Hmm, you weren't there." He lets go of her chin and steps back. ".. No. But you could have seen the scene."

Prof. Rayna: I am not accusing Grace of course of anything. But I believe it could be of utmost importance that we get all facts straight.

Grace: why would i hide it if i saw what happened?

Prof. Rayna: Grace you mentioned that you found tom obnoxious... could it be that it would suit your interests if something bad happened to him.. even if you did not do it yourself?

Prof. Rayna: Could it be that you would be grateful to a person that gave Tom a lesson?

Principal Perenti sighs and nods. "Do you see, Grace? Well. And there is something more.

Grace, the police wants you for questioning." He takes some time to let the phrase sink.

Grace: nooo... definitely not Sir.. i mean he did tie me up to that chair in the warehouse, but...

Grace hears the principal say Police, and looks alarmed, "What, police Sir?"

Principal Perenti nods.

Principal Perenti: Grace.....

Prof. Rayna: Sometimes, Grace, we make choices that we don’t really comprehend their consequences. We are sorry afterwards, but the damage is already done.

Principal Perenti: your clothes were found on the site.

Grace looks at the principal in horror

Grace: what??

Grace: what clothes

Principal Perenti: a cheerleading costume. It's in the police's hands now.

Grace suddenly remembers her closet the day before looked like it was broken into

Grace: no... it can't be

Grace: someone broke into my room yesterday

Grace: took one of my outfits

Prof. Rayna: Grace, did the door exhibit any signs of violation?

Grace: umm... no

Grace: but like i said, the door unlocks strangely by itself sometimes

Grace: or someone has a key

Principal Perenti: again another convenient explanation, Grace.

Grace looks worried now

Grace: i swear!

Grace: please you must help me Sir

Grace: i am telling the truth

Prof. Rayna: If, for argument's sake, one would accuse you of staging the tossing of your room,

Grace. How would you respond?

Grace: I ...

Grace: why would i do that?

Prof. Rayna: You availed this motive yourself Grace. You found Tom annoying.. in your own words.

Principal Perenti turns away from her. He looks at the picture on the wall, thinking.

Grace: no but i didn’t want him hurt

Prof. Rayna: Well this is what you are saying. I am not saying that I don’t believe you. But at least... we should protect the reputation of this school starting from its students. So at least what we have to do... is to cast your explanations clear...... if they are indeed.

Grace: i mean yes i found him annoying when he pestered me, but that doesn’t mean i want him to be hurt!

Perenti is interrupted by a phone call. He leaves telling Ubik to interview her more.

Prof. Rayna: Grace, just saying that you did not want him hurt will not satisfy the police as an explanation.

Grace: what should I do to convince them Sir?

Grace: or convince you that I am telling the truth?

Prof. Rayna: I am quite afraid that emotions are quite difficult to prove.

Prof. Rayna: It is only proven facts that could stand as forensic proof.

Grace: please talk to Silvia - she will prove i was with her in the library

Grace: please Sir, you got to believe me

Prof. Rayna: As said Grace, Silvia is close to you. You even mention her as a sister in your webpage. So it is quite conceivable that you two devised an alibi. Let us see this webpage right now in fact.

Grace recalls the horrible stories she hears about another student Jennifer who was arrested by the police the last year

Prof. Rayna goes to the computer to display the webpage

Grace wonders if she is meant to follow the man

Prof. Rayna tries to pull up Grace's webpage... when he see a folder named Grace on the desktop

Grace leans closer to peek at what the professor is doing

Grace: ummmmm

Grace looks panicky

Grace: Nooo....

Grace: I ...

Grace: oh I know

Grace tries to think of what to say so the man wouldn't open it

Prof. Rayna: Well, lets us find out, perhaps is related to the situation and could even serve your defense to the police.

Grace: is nothing much, just my cheerleading records

Grace: no !

Grace: shouldn't you wait before touching the principal's computer? he wouldn't like either

Prof. Rayna: Oh if Tom is in these videos, it could be an indication that you were friends and that you would not hurt him. Lets not wait for Mr. Perenti . the situation is critical and time is pressing.

Grace: nooo

Grace tries to stop the professor

Prof. Rayna opens the folder and sees a bunch of videos, double clicks on the first one

Grace: oh god

Prof. Rayna looks back at Grace who tried to stop him not yet turning his eyes on the computer screen, Grace where are your manners?"

Grace 's face turns white

Grace 's hand goes to cover her mouth as the sounds fill the room

Prof. Rayna follows her eyesight back to the computer screen and looks at it with his eyes wide open

Grace 's face turns white

Grace 's hand goes to cover her mouth as the sounds fill the room

Prof. Rayna follows her eyesight back to the computer screen and looks at it with his eyes wide open

Prof. Rayna: I see Grace that you had been train to exhibit you good manner by the previous administration. Perhaps you seem to have forgotten them lately.

Grace couldn't believe how composed the professor was, or what he was saying

Grace: ww..what?

Grace runs up to the computer and tries to grab the mouse to shut down the program

Prof. Rayna looks at the computer screen of Grace serving Fairbanks’s cock, he lets her shut down the video

Prof. Rayna: Grace I see that your behavior is deteriorating rapidly. From last years where we have both evidently seen that you know how to show respect to your mentor to today..

Prof. Rayna: Where you push a professor to take control of the computer. Wouldn’t you say that this is dis-Graceful?

Grace: I - I 'm sorry Sir

Prof. Rayna: Perhaps you have neglected your education. Don’t you think that something must be done about this issue?

Grace: I .. I am confused Sir...

Grace: I’m innocent.. I didn't do anything...

Grace looks at the screen... "I was forced..."

Grace: by principal Fairbanks..

Prof. Rayna: Well, if you are confused let me help you. and, by the way, there are no signs of force in this video. Maybe you would like to join me in looking them in closer detail.

Grace: nooo

Grace shakes her head

Grace feels humiliated

Prof. Rayna: Grace your situation is rapidly becoming more difficult.

Grace feels like she's going to cry

Prof. Rayna: I am afraid Grace that I am obliged to administer a small reminder, regarding your manners.

Grace looks up at him, thinking which is worse - the threat of police arresting her, or that now a professor other than the principal has seen her videos of her being used by Principal Fairbanks

Prof. Rayna: It is of course not my pleasure to do so, but I think that it would be beneficial for your education. Don’t you think so?

Grace: what.. what do you have in mind Sir?

Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti informed me that in serious cases of misbehavior, corporal punishment should be administered to the students. If and only if, it is for their own benefit.

Prof. Rayna: which in this case I think that you would agree, it is so. Don’t you?

Grace feels her knees weaken

Grace: can.. can I sit down Sir?

Prof. Rayna: I am waiting for your answer Grace. And no you cannot.

Grace stares at the man, her face blank

Prof. Rayna waits

Grace is not processing what he is saying

Grace looks at the computer again, and then nods slowly, "Yes....yes Sir.." in a low voice she replies

Grace: it would be for my benefit...

Prof. Rayna looks at her in straight in the eyes, "perhaps if you cannot decide for an answer, I should think of what is right for myself - after all it is my job to do so...But it is encouraging that you agree yourself.

Prof. Rayna: So since you agree, I would advise you to turn around and fit your self into this restraining furniture that Mr. Perenti has so conveniently prepared for student like you.

Grace seems to be in a daze

Prof. Rayna: Well? I am waiting Grace.

Grace: her eyes finally land on the contraption on the floor

Prof. Rayna starts to loose his patience and is considering on forcing her on the device but wait for a bit

Prof. Rayna: Your reluctance is only making things worse Grace. I was considering to be light on you.

Prof. Rayna: But it seems that you are in need of a more imprinting reminder.

Prof. Rayna approached her grabs her forcefully from her wrist, pushing her to bend over the principal's desk

Grace: ohh

Grace: owww you're hurting me!

Prof. Rayna: I am sorry Grace but I think that we both agree that this is absolutely necessary

Prof. Rayna starts to unbuckle his belt and hold it in his hand

Grace twists in pain but her elbow is pressed to her back

Prof. Rayna pushed her on the desk, lets her wrist go and grabs her from the back of her neck immobilizing her on the table

Grace: ouch...

Grace 's face is pressed on the table

Prof. Rayna: Now Grace listen carefully.

Prof. Rayna: I was going to be more gentle with you but since your seem not to comprehend... I really have to do this.

Prof. Rayna: Take of your shorts.. without bending your knees.

Prof. Rayna as he waits for her to comply goes to the computer and points the webcam directly at her face, then presses record.

Grace 's cold fingers move erratically, shaking

Prof. Rayna: This will serve as a new addition to the portfolio of your videos that the principal here is so caringly collecting for you.

Grace unbuttons and unzips her booty shorts, and eases it pass her hips

Prof. Rayna: now Grace I do not really care for counting, but there should be a record that acknowledges your gratefulness towards the behavior adjustment that this school is offering to you.

Prof. Rayna: I expect that during what is to follow you will thank the school for this opportunity that provides you of bettering yourself.

Prof. Rayna: Am I correct?

Grace: Yes Sir...

Prof. Rayna adjusts his position and land his belt on her naked derriere

Grace screams in pain

Prof. Rayna after this he remains silent for a second

Grace: ttthank you Sir

Prof. Rayna makes a nod of acknowledgement then proceeds to a second blow

Grace: owww!

Grace cries out in pain, and mutters "thank you Sir!"

Prof. Rayna: I really hope that this will serve as a reminder to you Grace but unfortunately your behavior up to now is not really convincing.

Prof. Rayna: I think that there is something more that escapes this reminder...

Prof. Rayna: Take off your underwear as well.

Prof. Rayna: Maybe being exposes and open will provide of a more imprinting memory

Grace turns her head left and right in pain

Prof. Rayna: Or do you want me to do this for you Grace?

Grace sobs, as her fingers go to her panties waistband

Grace: sobbing she pulls it down to her knees

Prof. Rayna lets his belt flicker in between her asscheeks

Prof. Rayna rises his hand upwards and swishes it again on her bottom

Grace: owwww

Grace screams out, tears running down her face

Prof. Rayna waits silently

Prof. Rayna: I see Grace that even at this time you continue to forget your manners and the instructions you are given

Prof. Rayna: This only makes the situation worse for you and calls more work for me.

Grace: thank you uu Sir!

Prof. Rayna: *At the end of the sentence he gives her another blow

Grace: owwwww

Grace: thank you Sir!

Prof. Rayna: now stand up. It appears that a this kind of punishment is really not enough.

Prof. Rayna: Take off your top too.

Grace looks up at the menacing leather belt

The door unlocks softly and then swings open. Perenti steps in, nervously, snapping his phone closed.

Prof. Rayna looks at Mr. Perenti then looks back at Grace

Prof. Rayna: Ah at last Mr. Perenti.

Principal Perenti looks around "Where is Grace?"

Principal Perenti follows Ubik's gaze and grins.

Prof. Rayna: She is right here. I think I made good use of the device you have left here.

Prof. Rayna: You will be amazed Mr. Perenti, of how much work the manners of this girl need.

Grace looks helplessly on at the feet of both men

Principal Perenti steps in and looks at the girl in her predicament. "Grace. You have a predilection for trouble or what?"

Prof. Rayna: Grace why don’t you tell Mr. Perenti what brought you in this situation?

Grace is at a loss of words, not believing the unbearable humiliation of being in this dog like position

Grace: I...

Principal Perenti nods and taps his feet. "Yes. Better telling me quickly, Grace." He glances at the computer screen.

Grace: I was slow to answer professor Ubik's questions..

Prof. Rayna: And Grace you did not exhibit proper manners as well.

Grace: yes Sir...

Grace: I’m so sorry

Prof. Rayna: In addition you pushed me preventing me to see these glorious videos of yours

Principal Perenti bends a bit to touch her golden hair, pleased by how they flow on the carpet.

Prof. Rayna: This is despicable.. A student pushing aside a professor

Grace: sorry I didn't.. mean to push your hand away Sir...

Grace: please forgive me

Principal Perenti: .. she pushed your hand away?

Prof. Rayna: We are here for your benefit Grace. When you go to work, such behavior will get you fired.

Prof. Rayna: You don’t understand that don’t you?

Grace: no... I mean yes.. yes I understand Sir

Grace: I’m so sorry

Prof. Rayna: And yes Mr. Perenti, this is exactly what Grace did. She pushed me aside.

Grace: please.. let me go...

Prof. Rayna: Well since the principal of the school is here, he certainly has the final word on that.

Principal Perenti shakes head and puffs. He takes a step back. "Mr. Ubik, I think that she needs to know your belt now. Once will be enough. But not a caress. Something that will make her remember. Would you oblige?"

Prof. Rayna: But of course, Mr. Perenti, I am here to serve the school and the training of the students.

Principal Perenti: Look at me Grace.

Prof. Rayna flick up the belt up in the air and lands it harshly on Grace's exposed ass

Grace tries to look up at the principal but the neck restraint makes it hard

Grace: owwwwwwwwwwww

Grace gives a loud yell as the blow lands on her soft buttocks

Prof. Rayna: Is that sufficient Mr. Perenti?

Grace: hot tears well up in her eyes

Principal Perenti checks all the details, loving how her neck stretches up, and how the leash makes all her spine swing. The girl is good and will be trained well, he thinks. He takes a moment to focus on Ubik's question, answering just "Um. Yes. That will do for now. Well, Grace, I was speaking with the police. Can you concentrate on what I say or it's burning too much?"

Prof. Rayna nods and starts to wear his buckle again, attending to the conversation

Grace: is.. is painful.. Sir...

Grace hears the word "police" and she gets scared. Remembers the rumors of what happened to Jennifer last year

Principal Perenti: It is. Oh well, it will pass. They want to lock you for a while, Grace. It's not good there.

Grace: nooo.. please... you must help me Sir

Grace: I did not do anything, I swear!

Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti, you think that we should indeed find a hideout for Grace?

Principal Perenti: We could. That's a good idea. Because, you know, after all I believe her.

Prof. Rayna: You sure know better the student, Mr. Perenti, after the course of time you have spent here. Do you have any ideas on such a hideout or we should confer on it?

Prof. Rayna continues to look at Grace's exposed ass, thinking of an opportunity to have his hands on it one day

Principal Perenti sighs. "We do not really need to hide her too much. Police will not enter the school unless I allow them. And outside, she just should be always accompanied. Of course, I need someone to take this responsibility." looks up, thinking. "I can't do it.. I need to use all my resources to inquire.."

Prof. Rayna scratches his bald head

Grace listens to the conversation, feeling sorry for herself. she had never been whipped like this all her life. let alone locked in this god awful position like an animal

Principal Perenti: .. but perhaps Grace wants to go to the police. She could convince them. It's a possibility. Grace, what do you say?

Prof. Rayna: I am available Mr. Perenti for such a responsibility. On the other hand if Grace goes on at the police.... we should at least provide her of the proper answers. In any case my service is at your disposal.

Principal Perenti: well.. she can only tell the truth. And I’m sure her friend Silvia will support her. *bumps on her with his shin* ops. Sorry.

Grace can only stare at the principal's shoe.... "I... I will do whatever you think is best Sir"

Grace: "please don't hand me to the police!"

Prof. Rayna: So what will it be Mr. Perenti? Let her have a short interview wit the police, or directly provide of a hideout?

Principal Perenti: Hmm.. *rubs his chin thinking*

Prof. Rayna: At least if we sent her over the police she should be reminder not to mention her annoyance by Tom. This raised my suspicion.

Prof. Rayna: So perhaps we should wait for a bit for things to clear up first.

Principal Perenti: You're right.. and these clothes too... Let's keep her safe for now.

Grace thinks.. she is half naked on her knees and elbows.. what clothes is he talking about

Grace: oh yes! my cheerleader's outfit.. it was stolen from my closet yesterday!

Principal Perenti: Grace, you will help Prof. Ubik with the investigation.

Principal Perenti: Is this ok with you?

Grace: y..yes

Grace: yes Sir

Grace: I will help

Grace: definitely

Prof. Rayna: I am sure that Grace will present the best of herself.

Prof. Rayna: It will be a way to attend better to her ass ... coughs * I mean manners

Principal Perenti smiles. "I'm sure too. Her manners will benefit by being not too far from your belt. By the way, Prof. Ubik can also help you with the task I gave you, Grace. Please tell him what you have been researching for me."

Grace: I have been researching.. um...

Grace: on... blowjobs

Grace: I mean videos

Grace: on the technique

Grace turns bright red

Principal Perenti nods and unties her. "not videos. Aah, now, now you're right. Technique."

Prof. Rayna: * a light bulb lights up on Ubik's head recalling the traces of internet downloads on the topic

Principal Perenti: Please kneel between us, Grace.

Prof. Rayna is really wondering on what the principal has in mind. He starts to like this job more and more

Principal Perenti sighs. "She IS pretty isn't she, Mr. Ubik? Even from our professional view point, one cannot say to be completely indifferent. Can you? I can not."

Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti, after all we are men made out of flesh. And regarding the viewpoint, well I think it is quite vantageous.

Grace is glad to be free of the metal contraption that locked her ankles and wrists. She shifts her knees now to kneel between the two men

Principal Perenti: Grace... please let me see what you have learned in this week. That would help Prof. Rayna relax. *taps her head, then puts his hand over her hair. And moves her face towards Ubik's crotch*

Prof. Rayna is amazed on the boldness of the principle. Nevertheless he is more that happy with the developments

Grace wants to run but decides she doesn’t want to be sent to the police. Slowly she moves her hand up to the professor's crotch

Prof. Rayna stares intensely at her

Prof. Rayna waits for her to unzip his pants

Grace unzips the professor

Grace takes out the professor's penis and is surprised that it is already erect

Prof. Rayna lets her handle his cock interested to see if she has really done her research and how he will benefit from that. He looks her strait in the eyes.

Principal Perenti smiles and sets his cock straight in his pants. "Good girl. We can compare her with the Fairbanks movies and see if she's learned something."

Grace grasps the cockshaft in her fist and jerks it forward and back

Prof. Rayna looks at Mr. Perenti. "well she is great an excellent choice and a well trained mouth, my congratulations for the high level of education you provide to student Mr. Perenti"

Grace closes her mouth around the cockhead, swirling her tongue

Grace uses her other hand to stroke the professor's balls as she sucks him

Prof. Rayna starts to relax loosing attention to the case and the tension, she looks at Grace amazed by the technique

Grace looks up at him for approval

Prof. Rayna looks her straight in the eyes

Principal Perenti sighs and pulls something from his pocket. His voice is a bit hoarse now. "Good job Grace. Listen. I've been under serious stress these days. So I wonder if you could help me relax too." He slips his hand in front of Grace's eyes. He's holding a condom.

Grace takes the condom in her hand from the principal

Prof. Rayna grabs a handful of her hair and starts enjoying then he heard the principal "well you heard Mr. Perenti Grace"

Grace unzips Principal Perenti too

Principal Perenti offers his cock to her hand.

Grace pulls out the principal's cock

Grace puts the condom in her mouth and wears it on the principal's cock using her mouth

Principal Perenti pushes her head in Ubik's cock. He pulls her hips up "Ubik. Keep her head.." and impales her from beyond. "hnngh."

Grace: uggggghhhh

Grace lets out a low cry as she is penetrated from behind

Prof. Rayna supports her with both hands and pushes his erect cock in her exploring the depths of her throat

Principal Perenti grasps her hips and shakes her furiously. His fingers press deep on her skin. He starts pumping her, shaking her slender frame.

Prof. Rayna starts thrusting in her mouth enjoying the tight grip of her lips, being more aroused by her muffled cries

Grace 's throat constricts around the cock thrusting into her mouth, choking her

Grace feels her pussy being stretched as the principal enters her from behind

Prof. Rayna lets her breathe momentarily then pushes her head all the way in on his shaft

Principal Perenti: Uuugh. You're quite tight Grace.. too much.. should .. do more ..sex

Grace gags on the cock in her mouth, tears running down her face

Grace moans when the principal thrusts particularly hard

Prof. Rayna continues to thrust him self in an out her mouth practically fucking her face, he looks up at Perenti

Prof. Rayna: Perhaps Mr. Perenti it would be a good idea that she regularly attends such sessions, * then continues to thrust in her deeply being more excited my the tears that ruin her makeup

Principal Perenti pumps her slower now, trying to postpone his release. "Hmm. Mr. Ubik.. I agree.. you will see to this too.. I guess. Well... Grace, Prof. Rayna will enlarge.. your.. experience"

Prof. Rayna: Certainly Mr. Perenti, by all possible means and ways.

Grace cries in despair as she is fucked by the men in both ends

Grace's violation brings back memories of Doug Fairbanks and the other teachers who used her

Principal Perenti groans as his cell phone rings again. "d-damn.." and speeds up his thrusts. "Sorry.. Grace.. hnnnnngggghhhh!!"

Prof. Rayna grabs a handful of her hair pushing her face on his cock then pulling her head up, giving her a moment to breathe, then pushing her all over again on his cock

Principal Perenti shakes and comes deeply inside her, the rubber growing with his seed.

Grace suppresses a moan with the principal hastening his deep thrusting actions

Prof. Rayna being shamelessly careless starts to squirt hot cum deep in her throat, attempting to catch her eye as he does

Grace eyes fly open when she feels the principal cumming inside her

Grace coughs .. the thick cum hitting the roof of her mouth

Prof. Rayna continues to come feeling his jism fill her mouth

Grace lets the cum run out of her lips. her body feels like it isn't her own

Prof. Rayna is finally relaxed and his power recharged to go on with the case, his appetite though only growing more and planning already on how he could have Grace again

Grace collapses on the floor, crying. The smell of the cum strong in her mouth, the stick strands running down the side of her chin

Grace feels her pussy totally sore

Principal Perenti pulls out, sending some juice drops around. He takes a step back, pulls the condom out and throws it on the floor. He flips the cell phone open "Perenti here". Then he whispers to Ubik. "Hey. Teach her to properly dispose of that thing." Aiming to the condom. Then he hurries back to the phone. "No, I wasn't talking to you"

Grace sobs quietly to herself

Prof. Rayna pulls his cock back in and nods a yes to Perenti's whisper

Grace hadn't felt so dirty for a long time

Prof. Rayna points at the condom and speaks to Grace, "Grace my dear you have left the best part"

Grace wipes her mouth on the back of her arm

Prof. Rayna: Please do not waste the contents of the principal's condom.

Grace looks up at the professor, not believing her ears. it can't be!

Grace shakes her head, feeling sorry for herself

Prof. Rayna: Well?

Principal Perenti zips and leaves the room, still talking on the phone. "I want results on the Tom's case. We need to know. Grace, I expect total commitment from you too! I'll fend off the police still another couple of days, but I want results SOON."

Prof. Rayna: Is that you must continuously be reminder to unhesitantly comply to the instructions this educational institution provides Grace, solely for your benefit?

Grace feels like a dirty tramp. Her hand inches toward the used condom and picks it up, then empties it on her tongue. She screws up her face as she does so

Prof. Rayna: Good keep the condom and remember to throw it in for recycling.

Principal Perenti thinks for a moment that he should have at least seen Grace licking the condom, but he's talking quickly with other investigators and forgets soon about it.

F019. Morning after.

Jul, 26th

What happened in that warehouse. I need to know. Slept two hours tonight.

Police is under control. The scapegoat is under chains.

The school is locked. Police instructions under my suggestion. Better have the town under check.

The doctors won't even tell me if Tom is going to live or die before a week passes. I need all the help I can muster. I will use Grace's clothes and make her work with Ubik. Then I'll have Bobby running his own inquiry. So many students and staff. Someone must have seen something. The warehouse has just one door.

I look at the watch. Grace and Ubik will be here soon. I think of Grace and I grab a condom from the drawer, pocketing it. Today i feel like having her. Well, let's see how she reacts to the news.

1.10 - Tom meets a prostitute

Scene 1.10 - Tom meets a prostitute

Tom is distressed. His meeting with Grace had been a disaster. Bobby is pressing him. And the principal's assistant treated him as a kid. He's trying to collect ideas when a prostitute shows up.

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Tom looks down on the table.

Tom grumbles to himself. He looks like a man who is rehearsing his own mistakes.

Tamar Boram walks up to the guy sitting alone, letting out a soft smile "hey.. enjoying the breeze?"

Tom raises his eyes to the woman. Only the older boys and girls come here, but this one looks completely different. She's same age as them, but he's immediatly sure she's not in the college. Looking away from her, he answers with an uncertain "hey.."

Tamar Boram leans forwards him, putting a hand on the table. Her breasts bounce softly in front his eyes, her cheap scent surrounding him "its a nice place, it is? perhaps a bit lonely...", she states with a soft smile

Tom fletches his arms, bloated by too much gym for his age. He plays with his fingers. "I like to be alone. And it's just a heap of waste." He turns to her. "Who are you? I've never seen you in town. They don't like strangers here."

Tamar Boram smiles at him, her lips near his ear as she answers with a low voice "i'm Tami, hun.. im quite new here in town.. and you? you look a bit.. ehm.. stressed, dont you?", she asks while offers him a good sight of her cleavage "perhaps i could take some of that built up tension from your body" ", she adds with a wicked grin

Tom rubs the dirt under him, pressing with his shoes. He turns to her voice, just in time to see her bend. Memories of the last day flash in front of his eyes. "what? Are you proposing.." He stops to look better at her. "wait. You.. uh.." scratching his ear "you, it's your job, you are a..."

Tamar Boram reaches for his cheek with the back of her fingertips, nodding a little "i am, hun.. im an.. eh.. an experienced girl...why dont we look for a quiet place and have.. some fun together", she smirks, glad to have eaten mints after her last job

Tom pulls up, slowly, from the bench. His imagination runs. Puffing air from his nose, he looks at her with loathing. "and you will want a gift, right? That's how it works?"

Tamar Boram chuckles, moving a fingertip to his lips "well, we are in capitalism, you know, time is igold and all that shit..... i offer, you pay.. thats how it works..."

Tom touches his pocket, trying to remember how much he's got with him. He nods and turns on his feet. "Ok. But you will have to be good.. a pro.. I .. " and walks on, leaving the sentence suspended.

Tamar Boram chuckles again "im good, you will see...but we should talk of business in advance, hun...", following at him

Tom looks around, then bumps the door with his shoulder, as he saw older boys do. He slips in the stinky cabin. Turning to her he nods again, then "in advance. I-I'ts ok."

Tamar Boram comes into the cabin "nice place... ", she mumbles while peeks around. Then she turns her head to him "$100 for full service, ok?", she states "you will enjoy, i swear.."

Tom takes his glasses off. "uh, 100, it's ok. But I want you to make me last.. you .. you should know how to do it, ok? I don't want it over in one minute. If you end it too quicly, it does not, it does not count. It's ok?" He opens his wallet, showing several 100$ bills.

Tamar Boram looks up at him "ok, hun..i got it.. lets do it slow.. but pay me 50 now, ok? you know.. you look as a cute guy, but.. i dont know you...yet", she grins, reaching for his chin and pinching it softly while thinks to work with students is like to work in a gold mine

Tom looks again in the wallet. "I have only 100s.. " and hands her one. "I'll be, be, angry if you play a trick on me, ok?" She can feel his breath, quickened, when she moves nearer. The boy is already terribly aroused.

Tom: can I , can I touch you now?

Tamar Boram extends one hand "gimme 50 now...", she grins while starts caressing his face with her free hand "and you can touch me.. sure.. anywhere you want..", she whispers, her face closer his

Tom gives her a 100$ bill. "here. " then moves his hands to her breasts, pressing over her top. His hands feel large, clumsy, and sweaty. He just presses, then he tries to squeeze, softly, and shivering.

Tamar Boram quickly holds his bill between two fingers and keeps it in her bag in an expert gesture. She shakes her shoulder slightly, sliping her bag and dropping it to the ground, then wrapping her arms around his waist, looking down at his hands "do you want me naked yet, sugarcake?"

Tom takes his hands back quickly. "Eh. Sure miss.. Tam.. how should I call you? Yes, I want to see you naked, I'd love that."

Tamar Boram smiles, reaching for her nape with a hand and undoing her top, letting it flutter to the ground as she gives a soft jiggle to her now bare breasts "perhaps would you help me wiht my shorts, hun? they tighten so much...", she whispers as she uses her other hand to rubb his back

Tom: suuure!

Tamar Boram buckes her hips, unbuttoning her hotpants and then reaching for his shirt "iwill unbutton you while you take off my shorts.. it seems a fair deal, it is?", she grins, realizing his arousal

Tom leans over her and touches her hips, grasping her pants. His face gets near, way too near to her tits. He mutters a "can I.." but can't wait and takes her nipple in his mouth. He sucks a bit, then, looking down, he tugs her pants.

Tamar Boram unbuttons his shirt, taking it off while lets out a soft moan, pretending to enjoy his suck "mmh.. you know how turn on a girl, sweey".. she whispers, feeling her pants sliding down to her ankles

Tamar Boram smiles while unbuttons his pants,shoving her hands inside and circling her fingers around his cock as she wriggles out of her hotpants "thats unfair.. youre still wearing pants..and me not..", she grins

Tom stiffens as her fingers touch his pants. His cheeks inflate, he reddens and moans a "ummm no oww". Somethig stirs in his pants and when she reaches inside, it's soaked in jizz. "uuh. Damn damn damn.. I told you!"

Tamar Boram lips curl in dissapointment "gosh, hun..what you did..?", she snickers, feeling her finger soaked with his sperm

Tom groans. "I told you to be.. I..."

Tom looks flustered. It's clear from his reaction this has already happened to him. He looks away, not knowing what to do now.

Tom puffs. "I want my money back now."

Tamar Boram shakes her head "are you kidding? you paid me already.. perhaps we can stiff this again", she smiles while pokes his now spent cock

Tom looks at her, nervous. "Hm, yes, go-good idea. Le-let me see what y-you can do."

Tamar Boram strokes his cock slightly, pondering about how silly looks students "i will get you nice and stiff again..."

Tom shivers and retracts. Her touch pains him in his current state. He looks away and suggest "pe-pe-perhaps with yo-your mouth?"

Tamar Boram leans forwards, her mouth reaching for one of his nipples and licking it gently, then moving back and looking up at him "sure...", she whispers while kneeling in front of him, bringing his sticky cock to her mouth and starting to suck on it

Tom feels even the touch of her tongue as a puncture. He gnaws on his teeth, the feeling slowly changing in a better one, and his cock stirs in the expert lips. He groans, and slowly his blood returns, fillling the whore's mouth. "aagh.. yes. yes, better, better"

Tamar Boram looks up at him,whispering mouthfull of cock "i told you, sugarcake..", as she cups his balls with one hand, squeezing them, while strokes the manhood with her other one

Tom looks happier now. He manages to say "you have a, uh, great mouth", without stuttering. He feels his cock becoming even harder than before, a spear inside her mouth. "uh.. slow.. I.."

Tamar Boram sucks deeper, his cock bulging her cheek as she slurps and drools "i see you're ready, hun..do you want to come in my mouth or in my wet box?" , she grins, stopping for a while

Tom looks thankful. He nods and licks his lips "of course I'd like to.. I have paid for that, haven't I?" He helps her up "Jump over, hehe, over the bed!"

Tamar Boram smiles "you did, sugarcake", while hops onto the bed, legs wide spread, a hand tugging on her panties and pulling them aside "come here.."

Tom caresses her legs and pulls her panties down, smiling "sure. Hurrying.."

Tom slips off his pants and kneels between her legs. "you will.. eh.. I'm.. shouldnt I use a condom?"

Tamar Boram quickly fingers herself for a while, trying to bet a bit wet before he start to fuck her "come here, my love..", she smiles while pointing at her bag on the ground "they are there..."

Tom rustles in her bag, his eyes captured by her fingers. He fumbles with the first one but manages to don the second rubber. He jumps over her "nice, uh, nice boots." and presses on to her slit. On the third try he's inside.

Tom: hnnghh!! oh.. ooh.

Tamar Boram winces softly as he penetrates her so clumsily "good hun.. welcome to my wet box", she grins while starts moving her hips in a slow rhythm, clenching her inner muscles so she can tighten her sex

Tom 's mind flashes with images of his victory. He has to say "uh.. I'm .. good.. I'm fucking you I'm fucking you! Gosh I am..."

Tamar Boram shudders with his thrusts, faking a moan "oh, gosh.. really you are.. youre so good inside me..", she lies, knowing all guys love to hear words like these

Tom closes his eyes and moans "uh, ugh. So good. So.. good..." He's near to release, but still too near to the last orgasm. He tries and tries, then something flashes in his mind. Another woman. He falls over Tamar's shoulders and feels him becoming quickly limp inside. He mutters "g-Grace.."

Tamar Boram back arches sharply, only her head and her ass touching the matress as she shakes her head from side to side, moaning loud as she pretends to enjoy with Tom, "ooh.. gosh..great!!", she moans as she feels him releasing his shoot

Tom rolls on the side. He feels enraged and angry at himself and at her. Then he's struck by an idea. He bends to reach his wallet. "Uh. Eh.. Tam, I want to ask you so-something more." He pulls out other two bills and looks at her.

Tamar Boram turns her head to him,leaning an elbow on the bed "yes, sugarcake?", she asks with a smile, her eyes locked to the bills.

UR006 Diary Entry

I was concerned from the Bobby's behavior. His voice was tremorous and he couldn't complete his sentences. And on top of that the incident with his friend Tom. I forget momentarily about any reward and get sympathetic towards him. Himself forgot about controlling the doors and he could not think clear when he heard something wrong is happening to his best friend. I try to calm him down, telling him that panic is never a good consult and there is always time to act, if you think clearly... well if only I could do this.

I offer to help him finding out what happened to his friend and we postpone the discussion about the doors for later on. I promise to help him, if he comes up with a reasonable explanation of why he needs to tamper the doors for. After all, you don't bite the hand that feeds you.

We switch the conversation back to Tom. He suggests that we should talk with the homeless guy that was arrested. Though being in custody, this might be difficult. I ask him who else could help on this and mentions Grace. We make a phone call to Grace, but she does not answer. Given the situation, she is probably not attending her usual schedule and so we email her on finding anyone of us, when she gets a chance.

I suggest we find out who Tom has spend time with lately. They might know or noticed something. He agrees to talk to his fellow students and come back with a list of persons that have seen Tom the last days. I suspect that Bobby knows something more private by the look in his eyes, but he does not say. Perhaps Grace knows something as well; we have to wait until she appears.

Afterwards, I call the Principal's secretary and ask her to arrange an appointment for me, when he is available. I sense that there might be meat in this case and he has asked for discrete investigative help before. Perhaps, he might be interested in finding out himself the details of what he is going on - though he must know more, I hear that he is the one that called the medic chopper. And maybe, he could use his influence as a school principal to get us an interview with the accused homeless. If he really wants to, he might claim that the guy was an old graduate of the school and find a reason to speak or guarantee for him.

F018. The helicopter.

I snap my knuckles and turn my wrist to check the time. It's ten past 7pm and the day is over, over finally. I did more paperwork than expected. I feel in control. Reason to party. I've been neglecting Christina, I think. Then the special phone rings.

I flip it open, kick the drawer and take the safe off the gun in the time I say "Perenti."

It's Venturi. It should not be her. She has no access to this line, I think. Wrong - she is supposed not to. As I correct myself mentally she is apparently saying security has called her, a student is critical and another dead, and she called in medevac from the local army base.

I'm saying "You need my clearance for that, Venturi, stop this madness now. We'll be on each and every newspaper..."

A loud noise of blades fending air makes me stop. I scream on the line but Venturi is gone. I fold on the desk and want to be home. A vague memory of being in control pops like a soap bubble.

I pull up and light a cigarette. Keeping calm is the only way. I take five deep drafts.

Then I throw the chair back and start running.

W H O H U R T T O M ?

A Sandon Crisis brought to you from the Perenti crew.

See the lateral box for info. This is a good moment to contact Mr. Perenti and get in the Sandon storyline!

The story will be played as an actual mystery - so please ignore any information you obtained OOC (i.e., the prostitute for a start)

1.08 - Grace asks Tom

Scene 1.08. Grace asks Tom

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.

BR003

Bobby cannot believe the story Tom is telling. A mugger - what? Made Grace do - what? And he told her the story about the photos - that Bobby should now destroy, Tom says. Well Tom - you lied to start with, keep lying - I will keep the photos safe - answers Bobby.

Bobby had hoped for another invitation from the principal - but no call arrived this week. He tries to study as hard as he can to fill the time. He notices another girl that goes around often with Grace - that Silvia - he should show Tom that he can score too, even without the mugger.

Scene 1.05. Grace, Tom and the Mugger

(Will make more sense if you read the recent diary entries of bobby aka vague dreamscape on the blog regarding the dorks gang)

Grace plays Grace, Federico (with the Abu aspect for lack of a better one) plays Tom and Gabriel Ruben (compliments for the play and the collaborative style he's shown in an improvised situation) plays the mugger.



Tom: So a coke will be? Come on Grace.

Grace: where?

Tom: to ask forgiveness for the other day *winks*.. well at the diner, where else?

Grace: alright

Tom: it's not as if we can go off town.

Grace: i am thirsty anyway

Tom whispers "but I'm telling you a secret.."

Tom: I'm going to get a motorbike soon.

Grace: oh cool

Grace: a motorbike

Tom: shhh!

Tom: I'll get fired off the school if they hear you! Yes...

Tom: we will hide it in the woods..

Tom starts to walk

Grace: ok

Grace is intrigued about the bike

Tom: well of course you will be..

Tom opens the door for you

Grace: thank you Tom

Tom: welcome to a ride.. if I manage to..

Grace plonks herself down on the sofa

Tom pays for a coke and a beer, thinking about the bet. He glances at her.

Grace is a little suspicious of his intentions

Grace smoothens her skirt

Tom tries to relax and to start a conversation, sipping on his beer "so cheerleading, is, uh, important for you?"

Tom 's eyes follow her hand, cursing the table.

Grace narrows her eyes, sipping on her coke while staring at you

Grace: "Yes you can say that"

Tom pulls backwards, startled by her gaze. "We went to see you the other day, you know"

Grace stops sipping from her glass.."w-what?"

Grace: "See what?"

Tom: to see the training. *waves hands, feeling her hesitation* You were great. Much better than the others.

Grace gulps down the fizzy drink, thinking

Tom: must be that you train much more. *looks up* hmm, I guess you have strong legs. *closes fingers slolwy*

Grace lets out a tiny burp, and is embarrassed, caught offguard by the comment that someone was watching

Tom: the other boys were ...

Tom: .. they liked you a lot. A lot.

Tom laughs "we could build a fan club, the Grace fun club"

Grace continues sipping, wondering if he was being sarcastic

Grace: "who else was there watching my training besides you?"

Tom: All my friends.. Bobby and the others, you know, the five of us.

Grace: where were you watching me from?

Grace: I don't remember seeing the five of you

Tom smiles and takes a sip.

Grace closes her legs under the table

Tom: from under the bleaches....

Tom: we like to hide there. We've been there several times.

Grace reaches the botTom of the glass and slurps loudly

Grace: what!

Grace: you pervert!

Grace turns red

Tom: that's why the other wanted to pull your skirt up. Hey it was just a.. a case.. coincidence..

Grace: whatever

Grace looks mad

Tom tries to be nice "I really like you. I'm sorry..the others said a few bad things about you."

Grace: they're your friends aren't they

Tom: yes, yes. Kind of. Well, they all look at me like.. like their leader. So I made them shut up!"

Grace seems to nod gently

Tom: I told them you're a nice, kind person.

Grace: tell them not to call me that again..

Grace: it was hurtful

Tom reaches with his hand across the table, brushing the back of your hand holding the coke.

Grace: and how do you know i'm a nice kind person?

Tom: I have eyes!

Grace draws her hand back slightly but not completely, sensing some boy trying to get into her pants

Grace narrows her eyes again. "Yes - and?"

Tom: it's so clear. They are just dorks, and they cannot understand.

Grace grins a little, "Yes they are"

Tom: looking at you is enough to see what a marvelous person you are.

Grace: "Especially that guy with the big horned rimmed glasses"

Grace: He looks dorky

Tom sneers "Bobby. Yes. He.." then hesitates for added effect.

Grace raises her brows

Grace: "He what?"

Tom: He took some photos with his cell.. *waits some more*

Grace: "what!"

Grace: where?

Grace: when?

Grace: you mean from under the bleekers during my practice?

Grace: dorky pervert

Tom: from under the bleachers. *hides mouth with hand not to show he's trying not to laugh* yes.

Grace: can you ... can you make him delete the photos?

Tom: he said he wanted to put them on our website.

Tom: no, I cannot. I cannot because....

Grace tries hard not to turn red, thinking how she was pantiless

Grace's face turns pale

Grace: w-website?

Grace: why can't you?

Grace: you're their leader

Tom: because I already made him.

Grace: made him what?

Tom: they are destroyed.

Tom: I told you Gracey, I really like you *taking her hand with decision*

Grace seems visibly more at ease

Grace looks startled

Grace: "you sure he deleted them all?"

Tom: I, I think we should see each other regularly. *disappointed you're still thinking about the photos* yes. Destroyed.

Grace thinks of withdrawing her hand back but wants Tom's confirmation that the photos have really been deleted

Grace sinks back into her sofa, "thanks... for telling him to do so"

Tom holds her hand tight ".. so?", waiting anxiously for her answer.

Grace seems distracted by something on her mind, "Hmm?"

Grace looks at Tom, clearly not having heard his question

Tom lets her hand go "I really like you" he repeats quite idiotically. "We should, uh, go out together."

Grace: Oh

Grace tries to slurp on her drink but the glass is already empty

Grace: ummm

Tom mutters, looking down "I helped you.."

Grace: i'm not sure that's such a good idea

Grace: i thanked you

Tom says meekly "it's ok.."

Grace: i need to focus on cheerleading, and studies

Grace: no time for relationships

Tom stands up. "I'm sure, I'm sure. Well.. it's that you don't .don't feel for me as much as I do.. feel for you."

Grace: i don't know you well Tom

Tom thinks, disappointed. He changes expression, frustration passing into anger.

Tom: no. I've been too quick.

Grace nods a little

Tom: I'm, uh, sorry. *sounding false*

Tom: but....

Tom thinks fast. He's not wanting to tell the others he was rejected, for sure. "Uh.. I really helped you, you know. That website..."

Grace: yes you did

Grace: that was sweet of you

Tom looks at the back door. "Can we go over there? I want just to ask you a little thing. Please."

Grace nods

Grace: why did you come out to the alley here?

Tom corners her "Grace..."

Grace looks at you nervously, "Yes?"

Tom: just a kiss. Please.

Grace: a kiss?

Grace: oh god!

The Mugger approaches, his gun hidden behind his back

Tom hears the steps and turns quickly "what? Hey!"

Grace sees the masked man and is startled

The Mugger: Well well well, what do we got here???

The Mugger smirks from under his mask and sizes the pair up

Tom shakes but then walks between the masked man and Grace

Grace turns pale

Grace hides behind Tom

The Mugger smiles and the dorky looking man

The Mugger: Oh, and I suppose you're the hero eh?

Grace: w-what do you want?!

The Mugger looks behind him at grace "hello there sugar."

Tom: looks really shaken "I'm not not what? Who are you?"

Grace shrinks back further

The Mugger looks behind him to make sure nobody is coming and lowers his gun, pointing it at Tom

Grace grabs Tom's arm

Tom: I have, I have. I have a .. money, little money. *starts to take his wallet, slowly*

The Mugger: Toss it over here tough guy!

The Mugger: Toss it over here tough guy!

The Mugger: and you too bitch!

The Mugger: Wallet! now!

The Mugger pulls back the hammer on his pistol

Tom feels Grace's hand "she's got nothing, dont', don't you see?" He pulls the wallet up "First let her go."

The Mugger: I'm the one calling the shots here asshole

Grace: i didn't have my wallet

Grace: i swear!

Grace: he paid for my coke!

The Mugger rubs his temples and shakes his head

The Mugger: not good

The Mugger waits for Tom to throw his wallet over

Tom: who, who, who are you calling asshole? You, you are just.. a .... *stops confused, then throws the wallet - far away towards the trash pile*

The Mugger keeps his gun trained on Tom goes to pick up the wallet

The Mugger grins and counts up the bills "200 bucks! Fucking jackpot!"

Tom steps forwards with his hands up "We are, are going"

Grace: please let us go now Sir?

Grace follows behind Tom closely

The Mugger steps in front of Tom

The Mugger: oh? Are you???

The Mugger shoves Tom to the side

Tom: yes, we have nothing else! *staggers, the fear making him feel weak*

The Mugger looks over grace and smiles

The Mugger: Oh I think you both do......

Grace looks scared

The Mugger: All he wanted was a little kiss bitch......Give the fucking nerd what he wants

Grace looks confused

Grace: oh.. ok...

The Mugger points the gun at the pair

Tom gasps

Tom: ... what?

Grace gulps and looks at the pointed gun

The Mugger laughs

Grace steps closer to Tom

The Mugger: don't think I didn't hear what you said

Tom: no, not this...

The Mugger: Bring a poor girl out to the alley, nobody in sight

The Mugger: You were gonna fuck her.....

The Mugger: WEREN'T YOU!?!!?

Tom: eh? No.. we.. we are a couple!

The Mugger points his gun at Tom

Grace turns pale and then red

Tom looks at Grace, blinking fast

The Mugger looks down the alley and grins from under his mask

The Mugger: get busy bitch

Grace is confused, wondering whether or not to kiss Tom

Grace: yyes...

Grace leans close to Tom and gives him a peck on the cheek

Tom: oh.

The Mugger grins and waits for the two "Fucking rabbits...."

Tom: are you happy now?

The Mugger sighs and walks close to Tom, gun drawn in his face

Tom: enough with these games! Let us go. Police is going to find you now.

Tom freezes "hey.."

The Mugger: Don't see no cops anywhere pal

Grace is impressed with Tom's bravery

Tom: ok I'm sorry.. *in a whisper*

Grace changes her mind

Tom needs all his willpower not to pee in his trousers.

The Mugger brings his gun up and smashes it hard onto Tom's left collar bone, hard enough to daze him but not knock him out

Grace screams

Tom oomphs and slips down to his knees, sucking in a yelp.

The Mugger walks around the dork and up to grace, shoving his gun in her face

Grace: aieee

Tom rubs his chest "owww.." unable to stand.

The Mugger rubs his hand down grace's face and to the side of her breast and down her hips

Grace: plleasee

The Mugger: As for you sugar

Grace: ohh what are you doing.. stop!

The Mugger tears at grace's skirt, ripping it at the seams

Grace screams in terror

Tom gasps and pulls his head up, freezing as he looks at her.

The Mugger takes the torn garment and places it on Tom's head

The Mugger: take a big wiff loser! the best is yet to come!

Tom shivers.

The Mugger: the shirt bitch, lose it!

Grace: nooo ... pleasse Sir.. i beg you

Grace: don't

The Mugger keeps his gun pointed at you

Grace turns red when she sees the man looking at her pantiless pussy

The Mugger: you know the dork was gonna rape you, I'm just giving him an edge

The Mugger: NOW LOSE THE SHIRT!

Grace: noo... please help me Tom

Grace starts to sob

Tom 's eyes cannot leave Grace's shape. She was pantiless again under her skirt. He feels still dizzy, but also his pants are too tight.

The Mugger: Lose the shirt, or I lose it for you slut!

Grace's hands slowly move to her top

The Mugger fires a shot down the alleyway

Grace screams

The Mugger: Little motivation for you

Tom curses the school regulations about not carrying phones. He tries to stand once more,but he's still dizzy and falls back. He freezes as the man shoots."

Grace quickly pulls off her top

Tom: Oh God, don't hurt her!

The Mugger quickly walks over to her and tears her bra at the cleavage

Grace cries out in protest, fending off the man's hands

The Mugger shoves grace back and walks over to Tom, her bra in his hands

Grace cries, putting her arms over her bosom

Tom looks at him questioningly.

The Mugger grabs Tom by the hair, yanks it back and shove's grace's bra into Tom's mouth

The Mugger grins

Tom bites on the fabric that carries her scent and taste.

The Mugger: take a big wiff asshole

Grace: ohhh

The Mugger: now go sit on that fucking toilet! Now!

The Mugger: /motions for Tom to do as he says

Tom shakes head but complies, walking slowly.

The Mugger gets out a pair of handcuffs and unhinges them

Tom: .. why? *sitting*

The Mugger: You'll see.....

Grace: w-what are you doing?? please...

The Mugger slaps the cuffs around grace's wrists

Tom: mmpf!

Tom is too scared to pull the cloth off his mouth.

The Mugger grins and pinches grace's perky nipples and plays around with her breasts

The Mugger grabs grace by the hair and drags her to Tom

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The Mugger: Undue your pants Tom

Grace squeals as her nipples are touched by the man

The Mugger: NOW!

Tom is still so scared, but he cannot stop looking at Grace's naked body . He thinks his pants are going to bust. He pulls them off at the mugger's order.

The Mugger: Sit down Tom!

Tom blushes as his erection jumps out.

Tom: mmmph.

Grace sees Tom's erection and gets even more distressed

The Mugger yanks grace over and shoves her to facing Tom's penis

The Mugger: Start jacking him off bitch

Grace cries

Tom nods

Tom starts to pull her bra off his mouth.

Grace looks at the gun and complies, putting her hand around Tom's erection

The Mugger: Wack him like you mean it

Grace: oh god...

The Mugger fires another shot down the alley

Grace closes her eyes, terribly embarrassed

The Mugger: you wanna fuck her don't ya buddy???

The Mugger: only reason why you brought her here

Tom blushes

The Mugger: Not you pissant

The Mugger: our nerdy friend here

Tom: no! I do not ....

The Mugger points his gun at Tom

The Mugger: Yes.....you do

The Mugger says that in a commanding tone

Tom closes his eyes, the hand of Grace on his cock giving him way too much pleasure. He's too scared to hold back.

Grace holds Tom's cock in her small fist and starts to move it up and down slowly

The Mugger: Lookee here sweety, you got an audience!

The Mugger: Better perform better!!!

Tom grinds teeth, moans, and...

Grace sobs, rubbing her tears away from her eyes with the back of her other hand

Tom comes with a large jet of jizz in the air, that falls over Grace's hair.

Grace: ohhh

Grace looks shocked

Tom: mutters "sorry.."

The Mugger laughs

Grace blushes completely

Tom wonders if he's worse for having been so quick or because she's been forced. His head spins.

The Mugger: Is that it dork? Are you done or are you done???

Grace opens and closes her fist, all plastered with warm sticky cum

The Mugger laughs at Tom

Tom rolls on the side, too much for him.



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ending 1



The Mugger: My turn sweetheart



[please tune in Tomorrow]



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ending 2



The Mugger laughs at the jizz stained girl and the dork

The Mugger counts up his money and walks off

The Mugger: thanks for the cash

The Mugger: Now take a shower bitch

Tom shakes up slowly, wondering if he's won the bet now.

Grace: (your bet with the boys was for a bj silly)

Grace: (so no)