13 comments/ 21971 views/ 13 favorites Noxii By: FinalStand *The stillness of a pond rarely betrays its depths* (Noxii -- the hurtful ones (Latin); was the term used for Roman gladiators put into the arena without training to die for the crowd's amusement) (The Committee of Public Safety wasn't a committee and didn't keep people safe) (This story is ridiculous -- It would never happen; parents and law enforcement do not matter in this tale -- essentially decorative shutters, nothing more) (This story is a comedy if a bit dark at times -- be warned) (Every bit of sex in the story happens amongst high school seniors (18 or over) and faculty) (Lastly, I have no idea where this story is going; I'm making it up as I go along) Keeping my head down My name is Jason Welch and I'm a high school senior. Three years ago I was diagnosed with an aggressive lymphatic cancer; I nearly died - twice. I had extensive physical therapy that should have lasted a year but fear of my past condition led me to obsess about being healthy. I was never a big guy and I didn't bulk out or anything like that. That wasn't in my bone structure, so I packed as much strength into my light frame as I could. This story started when I was at my best friend Jeff Lincoln's house and he was pretty agitated. Our three closest friends were there as well. To say there had been problems at school would have been a colossal understatement. Half way through last year a girl named Mia Andropov transferred into our school from out of state. For some insane reason she pulled every dirty trick in the book to supplant, or co-opt our ruling elite and 'stole' the election for Class President. Most of the student body wasn't impressed; student government was a joke, our big activities were men's soccer and women's lacrosse and Prom was a casual affair. But then some teachers began acting funny; our Principal and three other popular male teachers left suddenly and our new Principal turned out to be a brutal bitch and played favorites -- read Mia and her crowd. Our overall male teacher population dwindled to three. Then the Principle created the Student's Disciplinary Committee; guess who was in charge? It started off with normal infractions -- use of cell phones in class, running in the halls, skipping school and the like. The punishments were rather extreme but the Principle turned a deaf ear so complaints went nowhere. Now being 'in' with Mia was the only way to survive socially. She could kick you off, or let you onto, any extracurricular activity, confiscate or return any of your gear -- clothes included. You couldn't date the 'wrong' person either. She had near total control of everything. For me, it was eight more months of this crap and I was off to college. I was keeping my head down and going unnoticed, thus my current predicament. Today, during lunch period for the senior class, Mia and her cronies broke down and humiliated Bob Tyler, Captain of the Soccer Team. He wore the black Speedo of Shame (the tiny fraction of girls so treated wore black bikinis), had to paint himself blue and run around the hall holding a sign a large sign over his head that said "Loser" and calling himself a loser while he did so. We had lost the game on Wednesday to a team we had fought with for three years running -- they were damn good. Apparently that was all the excuse the Disciplinary Committee needed. Bob and the Soccer Team had been the last bastion of resistance to the new regime. Half way through the humiliation, Bob left school for good. His father came by later in the day to clean out his locker. "We have got to do something, man," Jeff demanded. "They took out Bob and several of the other players are ready to roll over." "What can we do?" Vince McCall, our goalie, groaned. "No teacher will support us." "We take them out -- bum rush them and put such a beating on them they back off," Jeff growled angrily. He and Bob had become real tight while I was sick and they were on the Soccer Team. "That's nuts," I insisted as I stood up. "We are not going to beat the crap out of anybody. Let's do our time, keep our heads down -- finish out the Soccer season, and put this place in our rearview mirror when June arrives. We are not thugs. If they leave us alone, we leave them alone. If they want to be queens of the school, I'm okay with that." "We need every warm body we can muster, Jason," Jeff pleaded. "Do this for me." "Jeff, the moment this goes beyond the room Mai will find out and then you really are screwed. I am your friend and I am telling you to let this go. We can survive this," I responded. "Jason, before long they are going to stop needing excuses -- they will just come for you," Jeff sounded bitter, angry and defeated. I hoisted my book bag and looked over the room. "I'm leaving and everyone else should too," I told them. "Forget this craziness and go home." Don Feretti followed me out the door. "Stay dude; we need you." I shook my head and left. I was disappointed in them but also I was disappointed in myself. The problem was Jeff's idea was terribly bad and had no chance of success. The next day was Friday and I was hoping to make it up to Jeff by palling around at the Mall or going to a movie and pick up some chicks from a different, saner high school; God knows no one was dating at our school anymore. I was in home room with Larry Brickman, the fourth conspirator, when they came for him. He looked my way but all I could do was shrug. I had told them it was a dumb idea. On the way to first period a saw firsthand how bad Mia had come down. Jeff, Vince and Larry all wore the Speedo of Shame, a blindfold; their hands cuffed in front of them and were lead around on leashes and collars by a female crony of a member of the committee. These girls took great amusement in walking them into objects, people and stepping on their bare feet. More female students than I was comfortable with joined in humiliating those doomed three. They came for me at the start of second period; four girls smartly dressed and possessed with the belief that they ruled the school. "Jason Welch," the lead blonde by the name of Tammy Nugent intoned, "you have been summoned before the Disciplinary Committee." That was how it always began. My teacher, Mrs. Freeburg, looked vindicated that she'd finally ferretted out the last untouched male in her English class. I took my satchel and fell into the midst of the four girls; every last one I'd known since middle school if not longer. Neither side spoke. They were on top, I was a nobody. I was happy being a nobody. They took me to the auditorium which seemed absolutely dark, sinister and cavernous with only exit lighting and rear stage lighting on. I had to get close to the foot of the stage to make out the individual committee member's faces -- very dramatic, but then I'd met Death before while being resuscitated during the darkest days of my illness. I couldn't help myself; I was simply not afraid. My four female minders stood behind me (again with the intimidation) and I studied the faces of Mia and her eight hand-picked executioners. I resisted the urge to give Penelope Finnegan, the first girl I ever kissed and dated, a wave. I'd always had a crush on her. Belatedly I realized I was supposed to be sweating this out in suspense but I couldn't think of anything I'd done wrong. "Do you know why you are here?" Mia finally spoke. "No," I replied. "So you know nothing of the plot to disrupt the workings of this committee?" she stood, leaned forward on the table and looked down at me. She was tall with some of the darkest blue eyes I've ever seen and some really expensive 'fake' glasses too. "Do you mean Jeff's...ranting?" I sounded curious. "I didn't take him seriously. He was pissed, he and Bob were tight but it was five guys in his den and four of those weren't onboard as far as I could tell when I left." "Why didn't you tell us immediately of the threat?" Mia persisted with a raptor's gaze. "I didn't think it was...," I got out then she played a recording of the meeting. Fuck a duck, Don betrayed us all. Jeff, Vince and Larry ended up in bondage gear and it wasn't me who recorded the meeting. That bastard even tried to get me to stay. She let the part of the tape with me on it to play out; Mia ended the recording after Don's last appeal to make me stay failed. "That sounds like you knew of a credible threat to us, right?" she directed to the eight other members of the committee. They all agreed though I suspected Penelope was reticent. "You have been found in violation of committee rules and will be punished," Mia announced. A pretense of a vote would have been nice; and out-and-out dissention would have been miraculous. "Okay," I shrugged. "You have been found in violation of the committee rules," Mia repeated, as if I missed something. "Okay," I offered in a softer, more compliant tone. "Are you mocking this institution?" she purred with open hostility. "No Mia; I have never been here before so I don't know what I am supposed to say or do," I said. "Is that true?" Mia flashed her gazes at Traci Orr; blonde, pig-tails and the cheery-eyed dimples of a sadistic clown on crack cocaine. Translation; I would definitely fuck her if she was tied down but I wouldn't follow her into a dark alley without first updating my Will. "Yes, Jason Welch is the sole remaining senior males to come before us. As of homeroom today we have taken down all the rest," Traci went over her records. "He's always been so weak and pathetic; we never singled him out for special attention." Oh, they were hunting down and mentally breaking all the men on campus -- how abysmally horrifying. "Jason," Mia turned back to quiz me, "do you eat the cafeteria food?" "Yes," I responded to the weirdest question so far. "Don't you want to attack us for what happened to your friends?" Mia drilled away. "No," I responded. "I warned them this would happen if they persisted." Until this moment, I hadn't understood why Jeff didn't see reason -- my brother was drugged. We'd all been drugged. "Do you want to suck our toes?" Mia questioned. I resisted the desire to run for the closest exit at that point because I didn't think I could get out of school before they overwhelmed me. "I can't see any of your toes, so I don't know," I started sweating. "But I think you have very beautiful eyes, if that helps." "It doesn't," Mia snapped. "Tammy, offer him your left foot so he can suck on your toes." I turned to Tammy who, without an ounce of regret, shed her shoe and presented her toes to me, on the floor, to sample. She had nice, sheer black socks on that I had no desire to taste. "Go ahead," Mia cajoled me, "we know you want to. No one will judge you here." "Really?" I brightened up, "In that case, seeing as how she's been in those sox and shoes since 6:30 or so, I politely decline." "If I tell you to, you will," Mia prodded me. "Is that my punishment?" I sounded less than enthusiastic about the ordeal. "No!" Mia snarled. "What is wrong with him?" The thirteen girls looked around dumbfounded. "Jason," Penelope stood up and drew my attention, "Are you still on your medications?" "No, but thanks for finally asking," I smiled at her. "He had extensive chemotherapy," Penelope addressed the members. "Can he still get an erection?" Traci mused. Oh, hell no! Tammy sneaked one up on me, reaching around and fondling my package. My penis responded in the way any red-blooded American boy's appendage would -- it inflated and raced for the closest opening in my pants. I grabbed Tammy's wrist and pulled it way. By the way she grunted the power in my grip and my upper body strength surprised her. "He's...aroused," Tammy stated cautiously. "Seriously?" Traci stood up. "Check again," Mia demanded. Tammy tried to move but I was having none of that. "No," I countered. "Give me a punishment and let me go back to class. I'm pretty sure free gropes are not part of the process." "You will do it if I tell you to," Mia threatened. "Why don't you talk to 'Her' first, Mia, and we can have Jason..." Penelope intervened. "We can have him pick up the Student Courtyard during fifth period (aka after the students make a mess of it during 4th period's lunch break)," Traci volunteered. "It is in the center of school after all -- not near any exits. He'll make up Ms. Dimworthy's class after school." "Agreed," Mia declared (Yay! No pesky voting) "Jason show up at the courtyard promptly after the fifth bell. Do you understand?" "Yes Mia." What else was I going to say? "Jason, put on my shoe," Tammy ordered. I bent down and placed her show on her foot. She tried to make it enticing but I was not biting -- in any context. Mrs. Freeburg wasn't pleased to see me but I managed to grab a classmate who wasn't treating me like a pariah and got the daily notes. I caught sight of Jeff; he was still getting tortured. Technically, he might have still been my best friend so I stalked him to his Committee-designated tormentor's locker and whispered to him a quick question that only best friends could ask. "Jeff, have you had problem with erections recently -- like the past damn year?" I asked. "You are a total asshole for deserting me, but I know it was Don who -- that fuck...yes, but I don't have a clue as to why," he rasped. "What are you doing?" Isolde Montpellier poked my inattentive form with a sharp finger. "Is that Mia motioning for you?" I looked past Isolde's thick wavy black hair at an imaginary Mia. By the time she saw through the rouse and turned back around I was lost in the crowd. The First Showdown Fifth period rolled around and I was reaping the benefits of keeping my head down and not noticing all the injustices that happened around me; I was fucked and I was alone. "Here you go," Starr Mitchell condescended to address me. He handed me a large bag with a shoulder strap and a stick with a nail pointing down from the bottom -- for trash pick-up. "Thank you Starr," I grinned warily. I'd seen her around since our freshman year but she'd never spoken to me and I had never addressed her in an intelligible fashion. She was an early bloomer and had breasts to die for. Recalling my earlier encounter, I turned away before my baggy trousers betrayed my greatest cause for concern. For the first time I noticed one of the smartest girls in school named Leslie gravitating around Starr, attentive and shy. I had seen things before but never gave it a seconds thought; what people did was their own business after all -- not my concern. Yes, I was brilliant (ugh). "Jason, you haven't completed your punishment," Traci came striding up to me, Mia was behind her, flanked by Tammy (now definitively a leg-breaker) and Penelope. "I," I stammered because as I took in Traci I also took in the Speedo she dangled before my eyes, "I just started," I gulped and looked for some mercy. "Put this on," Traci grinned evilly and, with a finger through a leg hole, waved the tiny bathing suit in front of me. With a soft piece of equipment, a Speedo would be uncomfortable for me; sprouting serious wood, I was doomed for some Southern exposure. I took the swim suit and placed the trash-picker against a small tree close to the wall -- maybe if I doused my cock in cold water... I made to move passed Traci when she stopped me with a hand to my hoodie-covered chest. "Where are you going? I told you to put this on Sport," Traci teased me. "I'm going to the bathroom to put this on," I explained. "You can do it here," she assured me. "We are all members of the Disciplinary committee -- plus an associate," Traci nodded toward Starr's friend. I was trapped like a rat. Complaining would have done no good. I stepped back to the tree, turned my silhouette to the women and took off my hoodie. My shirt pulled half-way up when I shed hoodie and the background conversation dropped dead. I looked to the women who were all intensely staring at me. I took off my shirt while eyeballing them. "Where did you get that body from?" Starr whistled. As I said, I am svelte but I work out a lot. "Is Quiz Bowl part of the humiliation?" I bit back. They blinked; Traci and Penelope actually laughed. "Keep stripping," Starr salivated. I started on my shoes and sox next. The feel of the sticky bricks on my feet was memorable. I again hesitated, hoping for an undeserved reprieve. My cargo pants went away and I was down to my boxers but my penis was tenting much against my wishes. I was able to offer more of my ass for my viewing public so only Mia had a guess to what my form was up to. I began pushing my underwear below my knees "I want you to masturbate," Mia jumped the gun with far too much glee. "Drop them and show us what you have there, Jason." "This can't be right," I made one final appeal. "Do it right now or I'm going to make you masturbate all over your friend Jeff's lunch Monday in public," Mia exulted...and that was finally just too much for me to swallow. I had been the guy who said I could ride it out and Jeff begged for me to join him in the fight. We were still both going under but he hadn't let me down; I had let him down. I pulled up my boxers and faced the girls. "What gives you the right?" I snarled. "What?" Everyone but the Starr's sidekick snapped back. "You are in for it now," Mia added. "Tammy, show him who is in charge." Tammy came at me and I suddenly regretted how tall and graceful far too many girls in my school were. Her well-trained kick slashed through the air were I had just been, her follow-up kick sent me dodging in the other direction but her third strike saw her left fist slam into the tree and it wasn't the tree that cracked. "Son of a bitch," Tammy screamed. Her roundhouse kick put me into the tree but she hadn't learned all that much in the last few seconds. Her uninjured hand came at my face but it wasn't there when her fist would have connected. 'Crunch' against the tree and her right hand became a painful appendage too. I put a knee to her crotch because I've heard that even works on girls while I shoved her back. Tammy tumbled backwards and splayed out -- she couldn't catch herself with her sprained hands. The enormity of my act chilled me and infuriated the ladies. Traci exchanged a look with Mai before they both came on. They clearly intended for my rebellion to die then and there. I swiveled past Traci's left hand, snatched up a handful of chest, pulled back on the breasts then snapped her bra. I had no idea if that worked when I did it but it stopped Traci cold. Mia tried to maneuver to my side when I saw a golden opportunity. I lashed out with both hands; my right snared and yanked Mia's right ear. My left seized and twisted Traci's nose. They both squawked and tried to grab my hands. I exerted more leverage and they screamed and stopped struggling. "Jason, stop this right now before things go too far," Penelope tried to be reasonable. Starr was maneuvering for a better angle of attack and her little friend was backing toward the empty cafeteria's door. "Mia, make Starr lie face first on the floor or get used to having a lopsided head for the rest of your life," I growled. When Mia resisted, I twisted her ear harder. "Lie down Starr," Mia howled. Reluctantly her subordinate obeyed and that left the frightened Leslie about to bolt and Penelope. "Penelope, would you please round up Starr's friend and keep her next to you," I stated as calmly as I could -- my voice cracked. "Calm down," Penelope tried to make me ease off as she motioned the girl to her. Fearfully, little Leslie agreed and now I had everyone within my field of vision. "You can't win, Jason," Mia had to chime in. I was seriously giving thought to redressing with one hand while hanging onto Mia then scaling the walls to escape via the roof -- long story. A further twist and yank brought Mia and Traci to their knees and brought tears to their eyes. Noxii "Jason," Penelope tried to be decisive but failed. "Penelope, please don't lie to me," I trembled. "I am going to be crucified then driven from school for this now, right?" "We have to destroy you Jason," Penelope confided. "We can't stop now." "Thanks for the honesty," I nodded. "I've wanted to say this again for three years now but I was always a coward before today -- I love you." "I know," Penelope whispered. "It doesn't matter though." "That's good to know," I grinned. I was doomed anyway. "Mia, you wanted to see me masturbate, so why don't you help me out a bit -- you being my Class President and all?" "What?" Mia whimpered. "Take out my cock and stroke it for me," I explained as I eased up pressure on her ear. "I -- no -- wait, make Traci do it," Mia evaded. Traci had difficulty getting a good look at my rod but didn't seem repulsed with the way things were going. "Thanks Mia; I'll keep that in mind," I said patiently. "I want you to take out my cock and stroke it and if I feel like it I'll share with Traci later." Since she didn't respond I attempted to lift Mia up off the ground by her ear. "Fine, fine," she squealed. Her trembling hands came forward and pulled my penis free of my boxers. "Oh, it is so warm," he murmured. It took me a moment to figure out that flesh was warm and plastic wasn't. "Traci, spit on her hands," I requested, not commanded. "I don't want friction burns." Traci carefully waddled to my front, crowding Mia and spit on her own hands before mingling them with Mia's. Soon four hands (not full hands but more like two fingers and a thumb from four hands) were on my tool. They had made it pretty slick too. "Mia, kiss the tip," I told her. I barely had hold of her ear anymore. "You'll regret making me do this," she hissed, then proceeded to kiss the tip and suck in my whole head. Traci forced her way in and nibbled and kissed the base of my shaft before working her way to my balls. Mia was cautiously enthusiastic but Traci was ravenous. "Traci, you have done this before, haven't you?" I asked quietly. She stopped slurping my balls, nodded and spoke. "Coach Lindhorn," she breathed my scent in deeply; "lots of times." "But he was fired at the start of the year," I worried. "Why do you think he was fired?" she winked at me. Yeah, destroying a man's life is attractive...to someone who isn't me. Still, I had an idea. "How would you like my cock to be all yours for the short time I have left here at school?" I put out there. "Yes!" she snarled, tearing my cock painfully away from Mia's lips and gobbling it down. I have never had a blowjob though I was once so drugged I thought a certain someone really was offering me one but she wasn't really there. I had never been deep-throated before and I thought Traci was wrecking me for every other girl forever after. "Oh God -- oh God -- yum, yum yummy," Traci went hog wild on me, driving my cock deep down past her gag-reflex then licking the shaft and alternating between my straining nuts. I had long ago released Mia's ear and Traci's nose. Leslie was gone -- I was toast, and since Starr was now standing, I was doubly toast. "Traci, stop it right now and give it back to me," Mia confronted her supposed ally. Traci shook her head and kept working my shaft and head over with her throat muscles. She could tell I was close to shooting off. "Give it to me or I'll put you in the Box," Mia threatened. I had no idea what the Box was but it scared Traci so it probably paralyzed with fear saner folks. Traci's throat constricted and my reproductive system figured it was time to deliver. In future encounters I would remember to warn my partner but this was my first. Traci chocked and gagged. When Mia figured out what was happening she stood up and yelled -- at Traci. "You selfish bitch!" Mia screamed. "What is going on here?" the Principal yelled at everyone as she swept into the courtyard. There was something very familiar about her that I was only now putting together. "Mom, Traci just swallowed Jason's cum and you said I could have it first once we knew it was safe," Mia whined. The key word of the hour: Mom. Everything turned and everyone spun around and started talking. I backed away and slipped on my pants. I stuck my shirt, hoodie, sox and shoes in my over-stuffed back pack. No one paid too much attention because of the three doors into the courtyard, one was locked, one was behind the principle, and the third led to the cafeteria but I had to get pass Starr to get to it. "Damn it Mia," the Principal snapped. "I told you never to call me that on school grounds. Now we have to Box Leslie -- again." Poor Leslie, Starr's friend, looked pale and frightened. I wasn't sure why I wasn't being boxed too and I doubted I'd have liked the answer. "Now what is this about him ejaculating? That's impossible; he eats here every day." "Mmmm -- humph -- oomph," Traci announced as she stood up and turned to face the Principle. She must have said, "I have some in my mouth" or something like that because she opened her mouth and the Principle looked intrigued. Then our chief educator dipped a finger into Traci's mouth pulled out a sample, smelled it licked it then cleaned her finger like it had some fine tasting barbeque sauce on it. "It's viable," the woman sounded amazed. "We need some more samples to figure out why we finally have a male who is successfully resistant." She scanned about and found me tip-toeing to the far corner of the courtyard. "Where do you think you are going?" she demanded. "Well," I sighed in defeat, an expression they misinterpreted, "I've had enough of your bullshit today, so I'm cutting out early -- skipping school if you must -- but I'll catch up with all of you conspiratorial psychos on Monday, I promise." See, I wasn't defeated about facing them; I was defeated in my belief I could simply ride this out peacefully, get my diploma and go on with my life. These Disciplinary women were plain nuts and no reasonable, sane course of action presented itself. I ran for the tree in the corner. "Get him," Mia commanded, "but don't hurt him too much. We need his sperm." "We have him cornered," Penelope noted. "He has nowhere to go." The Principle hung back as Starr, Traci, Penelope, and Mia advanced. There was one problem with their plan -- remember that 'long story'? Well, when I started my recovery I insisted on walking home from school every day. When I could walk home without losing my breath, I started running home as far as I could. When I could run the three miles, I started working on Parkour to make the journey more of a workout. Hell, I had free-climbed five story buildings before; getting out of a two story courtyard was child's play. I swung up on the first tree branch, pushed off a second onto the air blower on the wall and then vaulted to the roof. I image they had their own 'what the fuck' moment as my running form disappeared from sight as I sprinted across the roof. I didn't take the most direct route as that would have dropped me down at the parking lot -- all the bitches had cars, I knew for sure. I dropped near the athletic field because once I broke into the Lacrosse field I was two hundred feet from row after row of small houses with fences and hedges in most of the yards. It was the last place the untrained would look for me and I made my barefoot getaway unseen. On the plus side, I had a whole weekend free. Dad had taken Mom on a business trip to Atlanta and they wouldn't be back until Tuesday night. By then maybe I would have something planned out. An hour later I was home, dressed, and going over my limited options. The doorbell rang and I figure it was the mailman with a package. I opened the door and there stood Penelope and eight other girls from school -- talk about hopeless odds. "Beat it, my Mom will be home soon," I blustered. "I just got off the phone with your Mom in Atlanta, Jason," Penelope's eyes chastised me. "She says she loves their hotel and will tell you all about it when she and your father return home - Tuesday night. She was very pleased to hear I was coming by to look in on you all weekend; to make sure you don't get lonely." "My, that was awful peachy of you," I groaned then took half a step back. Mother was probably pleased that I had a girl coming over. She may have even warmed to the idea that all the popular girls were coming by as well. I think she would have been less exuberant to learn these women were going to launch a rectal probe up my anus and milk me like a stallion. I bowed to the inevitable. I grabbed the fine porcelain lamp next to the door and shattered it on the side of Penelope's skull then ran like hell. I saw through a window two young ladies rounding the rear of the house with some sort of -- rifle? Holy Shit!!!! Wait, those were paintball guns. They wanted to sting the hell out of me, not murder me. They had to keep me alive to steal my semen; I had almost forgotten. I cut to the left and bounded the stairs three at a time. "Get him you stupid bitches," seemed to be Traci's way of rallying the troops. "Don't hit him blow the waist," a groggy Penelope added. I completed the dash to my bedroom, shut and locked the door. My plan wasn't very good but I wasn't expecting to get jumped at my house so soon either. I had under-estimated both the fact that Mom knew Penelope and that Penelope had exchanged numbers with my Mother later when I was in the hospital -- hey, we had been close once but most recently I had been too drugged to recall when we drifted apart. I opened the window, started getting my foot on the sill when the first paintball whizzed past my head. That was why they had paint guns -- Penelope was earning some serious payback with interest. I fell back onto my bed when the first body hit the locked door. My door was made of double-layered plywood and jumping into the tree with paintballs smacking around looked like a good way to plummet to the backyard's topsoil. My sucky back-up plan was to lure the nine girls into my 10'x12' room, avoid being overwhelmed long enough to get past them without getting pasted; as I said, a sucky plan. My ruminations were ended when the cheap lock gave way and the door swung open. I still gave it my best shot. I dodged and weaved, dropped a bookcase on one, gave another one my book bag, rebounded off a wall and somersaulted out the door. Penelope and I collided as I turned down the hall. I doubt it mattered though because only five girls were in the room, so Penelope had three companions. She grappled with me well enough but neither on top or on the bottom worked well for me. "Stay down Jason," Penelope pleaded. I didn't listen until I saw a foot upraised ready to stomp my neck, chest or face flat -- plus a great up the skirt shot on...Gwen -- I think her name was Gwen -- girls lacrosse team and lots of roughness penalties. "Stop!" Penelope repeated with greater authority. "I don't want to see you hurt, please stop resisting and I'll keep you safe -- for my sake, stop." I stopped resisting, the foot didn't fall and Penelope took a deep breath while the girls moved to surround us both. "Let's have a taste of him right now," Traci appeared leaning over me and looked ready to eat -- me. "Mai says wait until we get him back to school," Penelope looked over at Traci, "so that's what we are going to do." "We can't go back until dark," Traci backed off. "It is a long time until then." Penelope sighed. "Jason, I am going to roll you onto your stomach, you are going to put your arms behind your back and I'm going to handcuff you," Penelope explained. "I am wondering why I don't ask you beasts to simply to kick me unconscious. No amount of up-the-skirt shots is worth this bullshit," I gave the growl of a defeated man. Penelope had an answer. She drew her legs up until she was sitting on my waist, took my hands and placed them on her breasts then kissed me deeply and long. "Don't hog him all to yourself," Abigail said somewhat heatedly. "That is why," Penelope breathed lustfully at me. "If you behave I can take care of you." I figured she was lying but I had gained some sort of mythical importance in the eyes of the woman looking down on me and if that went away I would end up like Jeff. I wasn't going to knuckle under anymore but I wanted to know what was going on. Penelope moved into a football stance and let me roll over onto my stomach. "I thought he wasn't a woos," Friday, the volleyball player, fussed. "He's not," Traci purred. "He wants to kick all our asses then turn us over and ass-rape us -- repeatedly. He's just playing tame because he's hard-up for Penelope." Well, she was right about the ass-kicking; the rest was pure fantasy on Traci's part. "Let's pick him up and take him downstairs," Abigail smirked -- she was on the Committee too, like Traci and Penelope. "What if he tries more of those kung-fu stunts like he pulled at school?" Friday cautioned everyone. "I don't think he knows any martial arts," Gwen said. "I think we would have seen it by now." "Jason, do you promise to not try and runaway?" Penelope asked. "I prefer to keep my options open as all of you are nuts," I tried to make the accusation sound as friendly as possible. "Jason," Penelope sighed as we reached the stairs going down, "Apologize for that rude and uncalled for comment." She tells me this as I'm on the top of the stairs in my home that they have broken into so they could kidnap me. "If I refuse are you going to toss me down the stairs?" I looked over at her and Traci. "No, you idiot," Traci chortled. "That might cause some serious damage. We don't need your hands though -- we can stomp on those." "He does have some fight in him," Abigail smiled, "and I almost had a girl picked out, I was getting so horny." "I apologize to all of you ladies who have broken into my home to drag me back to school for the weekend," I sighed. Breaking my hands was one thing, but forcing girls to turn to lesbianism was too much for my conscience to bear -- if I couldn't watch, that is. The trip downstairs was uneventful and pain-free. I sat on the sofa with Gwen and Penelope on either side while the other nine schoolmates made themselves at home on my game system and with my refrigerator. Now that I was able to study them -- and make eye contact for that matter -- for the first time, I saw that they all had high metabolisms and were more aggressive than the same girls I'd recalled from the 9th grade. "Penelope, what can you tell me about what's going on and is Leslie going to be okay being 'boxed', whatever that means", I asked. "She looked pretty scared." "Leslie will be okay," Penelope said. Gwen scoffed at that assessment which didn't make me happy. "She's been boxed before and we are keeping an eye on her hormone levels. Starr watches over her and it isn't like she's raped anyone yet." "What the fuck!" I gasped. "She's a raging little nympho," Traci giggled around a mouthful of sandwich she had purloined from my weekend stockpile of lunchmeats. "If it wasn't for her toys, she'd be carpet-munching all over the school." I turned to Penelope, looked deeply, soulfully into her eyes and said, "Have you lost your damn mind? The only Leslie I recall was a math-lete and a great deal more subdued and confident," I recalled. "She also had coke-bottled glasses," Traci grinned. "She's a lot sexier now. I don't regret having her boxed that first time one bit." "What the hell? How many times has Leslie been boxed?" I blather as well as seriously regret having my hand cuffed behind my back. "Six times, but she figured out things way to early and she wouldn't join the team so...we made her forget what she'd figured out. Things cascaded poorly from there," Penelope shrugged shyly. "The hormonal fluctuations were way beyond the norm and unexpected." "So she kept figuring things out and you kept making her forget with some kind of cranial cattle prod SIX TIMES and you are SURPRISED she's mentally screwed up?" I nearly screamed. "In hindsight," Gwen piped in, "the procedure can make girls more aggressive and smarter so we should have figured out that she would reaching the same conclusions faster and faster." "So Leslie is on my side? Is there anyone else?" I said in a pleading tone. Traci looked at the time on her phone. "Nope, she's not on your side anymore," Traci noted, "but she was when we got here." "You are surprisingly smart, spry and limber," Friday turned from where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor and regarded me studiously. "How did we miss you for so long?" "I'm 'nobody' Friday," I sighed. "You told me that one week ago when Starr asked who I was." "Funny, I don't recall that," Friday mused, "but maybe it was because you were always scurrying out of the way." "That was my battle plan," I moped. "Had you worn a tight t-shirt and tight jeans, I would have found you," Traci growled hungrily. "Enough everyone," Penelope snapped, "you are all scaring him. We will need him active later tonight." "Gee thanks," I groaned. "That makes me feel better." "There is one last thing I need to know then we can leave you in peace (surrounded but alone on the sofa in my living room)," Penelope promised. How much worse could this be? "Why did you dump me at the start of 9th grade?" she asked. Huh? She had to go there now? "I didn't leave you Penelope," I explained. "One month into the 9th grade I went into the hospital. I didn't mean to leave you but they told me my odds were one-in-five of surviving. I was kind of thought you were better off not knowing my chances." "But that first month; why did you stop coming around," Penelope persisted. "Penelope, you made it into the AP circuit while I didn't," I sighed. "Those last two months in the eighth grade my courses slipped and I didn't place -- you did. We had different home rooms, and every time I came around you had your new AP friends -- like Starr and Traci and I didn't want to waste your time." "That's kind of tragic," Hailey -- one of the paint ballers -- noted. "You don't know the half of it," I continued. "I've held out all this time for Penelope. I wanted her to be my first time and now I'm going to get gang-raped by a bunch of girls who have always been mean to me. I used to dream that Penelope would come to the hospital and whisper me when I was in those first, dark days." "I ah," Penelope hesitated, "did come visit you in the hospital, but I was very angry so I injected stuff into your IV bag and tried to make you say you were sorry for leaving me." I nearly hopped off the sofa I was so angry. "Are you CRAZY!" I screamed. "I died twice -- TWICE -- in the hospital. The second time they had to do open-heart massage I was so far gone. What did you give me?" Now Penelope looked really embarrassed. "Jalapeno juice...all of my anti-psychotics, most of Mom's estrogen, all of dad's testosterone -- I gave you triple shots of that -- a little bit of cocaine my sister had; basically whatever I could find." "But why," I wept, "Mai wasn't even at school then?" "Well," Penelope rolled her eyes in shame and pulled me back down to her side, "I really, really wanted to give you my virginity." That made no sense to me so I kept staring into her eyes when she dared look at me. "I really, really wanted to give you my virginity," Penelope repeated. "In fact, I lost track of the school year and forgot to beg you to do it until after finals. Then it took me a week to work up the courage again, I went to your house but your Mother would only tell me that you had gone away for the summer break. I figured you were at Summer Camp screwing every girl in sight." Noxii The idea that a scrawny 8th grade geek like me nailing anything was preposterous. "I went to Kansas to run that initial battery of tests," I explained. "Didn't your Mom give you any of my e-mails? After three weeks I figured you were busy." "Umm...after you went off to bang all those hotties, I had a little episode," Penelope looked to me for understanding. "I was doped up for a few weeks then they gave me all those pills to take." "So we danced around that first month in the 9th grade because we both thought one of us abandoned the other...freaky weird," I nodded. "Well, I feel better getting all that out in the open. Will you let me go now?" "No silly," Gwen snickered. "We still have to study your neurochemistry and continuously milk you of all you semen." "You can always provide semen in the tried and true method," Traci purred wickedly. "Thanks for the options," I looked back to Penelope, "but I'd like for Penelope to be my first and Penelope, I'm sorry I didn't try harder to contact you, I'm sorry I didn't simply walk up to your table that first month in the 9th grade and tell you I still cared, and I'm happy you didn't murder me in the hospital because I wouldn't be able to tell you how sorry I am now for causing you to be put on those meds and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you more often." "Are you just saying that in a bid to escape," Penelope finally met and studied my eyes. "No and yes," I confessed. "I mean it, but I'm still looking for a way to escape and evade." "I always found you both funny and honest Jason," Penelope hugged me. "So you aren't going to let me get away, are you?" I whispered. "Not a chance," Penelope whispered back. "I still love you though. I'll do my best to make you mine and mine alone." "Thanks," I groaned. "Split up you two," Traci growled out. "I want to play with his cock." "We can't do that," Gwen grumbled but she moved off the sofa to make room for Traci as she came over the back, giving me a free shot of her panties as she landed. I wasn't aware that the bottom of women's underwear was supposed to look that...gooey. "I only want to pull it out and play with it a bit -- give it a lick," Traci licked her lips. "Take a pill," Penelope ordered, though her authority in my mind was suspect. "I've taken two," Traci panted. "It hasn't helped. I keep thinking about his seed on my tongue and in my stomach...mmm." I looked to Penelope and she looked at me, wide-eyed. We both now had an 'oh shit' moment. "Take another pill," insisted Penelope. "We could all have some," Traci tried a new angle. "Each have a little taste -- swap some of his semen around," she egged on the other girls. "Traci," Penelope leaned over me, challenging her fellow Committee member, "Stop it or you will be boxed again and you will lose that memory. Do you want that?" "Wait," I gasped, "You box each other? How does that work?" "Jason" cautioned Friday, "you should shut up now." "Fine, fine, I want him to go down on me then," Traci growled. "You can't have an objection with that." I responded before Penelope by rolling over her and coming to a stop on the armrest of the sofa, using Penelope as a shield. I now hoped my crazy ex-girlfriend would protect me. "Sure, I see no problem with it, but you have to swear to forgo the next taste of semen when it becomes available," Penelope maneuvered against Traci verbally. Traci's nostrils flared, she took a deep breath and backed away from me and the sofa. She gave no reply though. "Thank you," I said to Penelope softly. "I didn't do it for you," Penelope informed me. "I think your semen has some detrimental effect on us. The last thing I need is ten crazy semen-hungry bitches running around the neighborhood." "I still think you are the best guy ever," Penelope consoled me, "but I'm not going to sacrifice the program and my place in it for you. If we are lucky you will become my personal servant." "Listen Jason," she added when my disbelief shown in my eyes, "every aggressive male has been broken and every other male is hopelessly submissive -- only you remain and we will know why soon enough. Then we take over the city, the state and finally the country." "I know that look, my Jason," she smiled compassionately at me. "That is your 'this is a problem to be solved' look. It is okay; I won't deny you your resistant attitude -- I love that in you, but you can't win. You are alone and we have the whole female student body and teachers to fight you with. We have you for all weekend, you are not a combat-God, and no one will believe you over the Principle. What are your real options? Do what you always do -- be compliant." "Be like that then Penelope, but I swear I'll see you kneeling before me in defeat before this is over, bitch -- and I still love you despite our chasm-like differences," I declared. The other girls looked my way and most giggled. Penelope mouthed 'I love you too' so clearly, I had no doubt my bravado had no effect but I was going to find away. Early Afternoon Getting the handcuffs removed was a titanic struggle. I had no code of honor and my word was worth squat so keeping me in check required putting some furniture in front of the doors, locking the windows and putting two girls in 30 minute rotating watches with me. That way I was able to eat my own sandwich -- a third girl, Kendra, made it for me. She nearly cleaned my clock when I kissed her on the cheek for making the perfect turkey and pastrami sandwich. "What was that for?" she questioned me as she eased out of her fighting stance. "That was a spontaneous 'thank you' but if you prefer I'll just say thanks and leave it at that," I shrugged. "That's okay," Kendra rubbed her cheek, "but warn me next time. "That would defeat the purpose of it being spontaneous and make it faked and disingenuous instead," I sighed. "I don't recall you being so bold and impetuous," Kendra smiled. "Admit it," I gave her a tired look. "You don't recall me at all." "I doubt we met," Kendra regarded me. "Hmmm...in the 11th grade we had the same home room and you forced me to hand out flyers for your run for School Treasurer," I said, "but otherwise we never met." "It is going to be fun to see Mia put you in your place," she responded snappishly. "Yeah," I chuckled dryly, "because humiliating and ignoring me through middle and high school clearly wasn't enough you now have to annihilate me as a human being." Kendra grabbed my arm, spun me around to face her then backhanded me. "Learn your place," Kendra seethed. My 'bodyguards' made no attempt to protect me. I had to be happy in not dropping my sandwich. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Well, apologizing was clearly the smart thing to do but these mad bitches had removed any impetus to behave sanely. Barring a brain transplant I was totally screwed and being nice wouldn't buy me any real advantage. "Can I fondle your breasts?" I said right before I took a second, big bite of my lunch. "What?" all three girls plus three more who were enticed to pay attention by the bitch-slap I'd received. I held up a hand to suspend the conversation until I swallowed. "They look nice, your chest is heaving in anger and I really want to suckle on a nipple too," I explained. She hauled off to hit me but fortuitously smacked one of the two girls standing watch over me. I am a nimble little lynx (not minks); I now had aspirations of small predator status. "Ow!" Denise groused. "Why did you hit me?" "I was aiming at him," Kendra grumbled. "Stand still," she commanded me. She swung and hit Wanda who looked even less pleased to be slapped than Denise. I slipped away from the conversation. I wasn't escaping -- Penelope, Traci and Gwen were all staring at me -- so I went over and sat down next to Abigail so I could finish my sandwich. Penelope went over to break up the fight so I wolfed down my sandwich and looked to Traci. "I need to go to the bathroom Traci; do you want to make sure I don't sneak out the window?" I requested. "Let's go," she all but ripped my arm off to steer me to the downstairs facility. "There is no window in the downstairs bathroom," Abigail worried Gwen but Traci was already racing from the room. She slammed the bathroom door shut and looked like she was about to command me but I was kicking off my shoes and I was yanking down my pants and underwear. I had stepped out of my gear and Traci shed her panties when Penelope called for me. "Traci!" she screamed in fury a second later but I already picked Traci up by the back of her knees. "Traci! Don't do it!" Penelope sounded shrill and was clearly running this way but Traci reacted by letting me impale her and slide down my shaft. Penelope began beating on the door and trying the doorknob. "Oh fuck," Traci howled sexily. "Pound me you bastard, oh fuck yeah!" Me pounding Traci against the door quieted Penelope's fists and I went on and on and on. I had put the super-aroused Traci through her first orgasm through brute force. I had no idea what I was doing, but right at the end her blood-flushed clit became recognizable to me. On the second orgasm, I strummed her clit vigorously and she dampened my crotch as well as dripped to the floor. I came before her third orgasm but kept it together long enough to get her there. I let Traci down one leg at a time and held her until her wobbly legs could maintain and support her. "Congratulations Traci," I whispered to her as I set her to rest on the toilet, "they are going to box you for this." I put my pants and boxers back on, opened the door and stepped out. Penelope was slumped down against the far wall and had been crying for some time. She was wafted with the scent of Traci's vaginal fluids. "Why?" Penelope pleaded to know. I sat down next to her and took a deep, sexually charged breath. "They are going to box Traci for this," I explained, "and they can box you to make you forget and you can still be my first then. You won't remember and that is all that matters. Welcome to your place in your New World Order. Have them box me and I'll believe you are my first as well. What does the truth matter?" "You betrayed me," Penelope sobbed. "No, I didn't," I countered. "The girl I wanted stood up for me despite my quirks and was my friend. You murdered her and you are going to murder me. My Penelope would have found a way to tell me what was going on, convinced me to make a stand before it was too late and help me fight. I don't care who you think you are because all you are to me is some chick who wants to rule the world." Penelope pushed herself up the wall I into a standing position and I kept pace. "You were always so weak and pathetic," she screamed at me. "No, I just didn't' ask much of the world except to live and to be with you. I'm about to lose both and you are partly to blame." "I could have kept you safe," she heaved heavy with sadness. "As your pet? That's another way to say you were going to kill me, Penelope," I explained. "If you still wanted me as your boyfriend that implied I was both a boy and a friend -- you told me you wanted neither. You won -- I finally gave up." "Then why not wait for me? Why did you pick Traci of all people?" she pleaded. "Go ask her," I sighed. Penelope spun around and charged at Traci...and I ran. See, all the girls had backed off while Penelope and Traci -- two of their leaders -- worked out their differences. This had the results of leaving me in the hallway -- alone. I knew a window I could slip out of and they had barricaded all the doors to slow their pursuit. "Jason!" Penelope screamed then she laughed. She'd figured it out and she'd forgiven me because it meant I hadn't surrendered, I hadn't given up and I was still in the fight. "Jason, I still love you," came her voice from the window. That was sweet and welcome because I still loved her and it hurt me to cause her pain but something about saving half the human population on the planet took precedence over my personal desires. I used the word 'sucked' a lot, but it still held true -- my odds sucked. I had no combat skills -- I would probably cut myself with a knife, guns scared me and my only 'martial' art consisted primarily of me not getting my ass kicked. Oh, and I had no plan, I knew nearly nothing about my opposition, and I was insanely outnumbered. If God wanted me to save the World I hoped to Hell he had the cast of Reds and the Expendables (all four -- I was doubling up) as undercover substitute teachers because I was feeling pretty unloved at the moment. I kept hearing that God had a plan but I was beginning to think it may be Goddess, not God, and when I accepted that, I was giving up and going home...to another continent.