1. Revenge, Pt 7: The Blood Starts Flowing


    Date: 12/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

    attention. "Uh, what?" I asked. "I said, you should come to Josh's with us tonight. Meet all the guys, have a drink, it'll be fun." she said. Oh right, Josh's occasional Thursday get-togethers. His mom was apparently often out of the house on Thursday nights, for whatever reason, and so Josh invited a small, consistent group of seniors from a few schools in the area to hang out and drink. I'd never met the guy, but it seemed like half of the group's stories and in-jokes had originated at one of his parties. I glanced around. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for an answer. Lissie didn't seem to care much, nor did Becky, but Derek seemed pretty hopeful. Glancing at Jessica was a mistake. She had such an incredibly open look of such desperate hope on her face that it took my breath away. For a few seconds, she looked like the only thing she had ever wanted in the world was for me to go to this party. Then she looked away, blushing, as she had every other time I'd met her eye in public these past few weeks. I sighed. It was her being so open with her emotions that had gotten me into this mess. I mean, maybe. I could feel Mike's eyes on me from across the room even now. I didn't know what I was going to do. "Sorry, I gotta go." I said quickly, standing up. I jammed my hands into my pockets and walked quickly to the other end of the cafeteria, hoping against hope that Mike wouldn't follow me. I was just blindly fleeing with no plan or purpose. I made it out of the building and ...
    sped up, hoping to reach the library before he caught up. Suddenly I felt a heavy clap on my shoulder. "Come on." growled Mike, dragging me to the side. He walked me back around behind the cafeteria. What could I do? He was obviously faster than me. I couldn't out run him, God know's I couldn't fight him off. I just let myself be led, feeling like a lamb heading towards the slaughter. In a less poetic sense, it felt exactly like heading into an exam that you knew you hadn't done enough studying for. The exact same sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach. We reached the spot, and he slammed me against the wall. "What did I say, bitch?" he snarled, pressing his meaty hand into my chest. "Why does it matter?" I blurted out, my voice high and whiny. "What?" he said, anger darkening his expression further. "She dumped you, right?" I said, thinking quickly, "What does it matter if I sit with her? I'm not even sitting with her, I'm sitting with my sister!" I struggled against him, trying to escape his grip. He pushed back hard, pinning me to the wall. Then he slapped me across the cheek. The sudden explosion of stinging pain shocked me into silence. Suddenly the fear and apprehension I'd been feeling exploded and multiplied. This guy could seriously hurt me. "Listen, faggot, I don't care if the only reason you're at that table is because you want to suck Frank Dorian's cock. You stay the fuck away from Jessica, you got it?" he growled. I still hadn't recovered from the slap, and I ...
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