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The "Nerd"

By: Sieryn



He wasn't the kind of boy you'd call "nerdy" from the get-go, or the kind you would imagine to be obsessive with pocket-protectors; and other such cliché sorts of definitions of what a "geek" should be. Though, by no means was Avery Wolfram a normal teenage boy. 

I first met Avery in my AP precalculus class my senior year quite by accident. But before I get into that, let me describe myself for you. I'm considerably tall for a female of my age (18), around 5'10 or so; with long, auburn hair. My build is somewhat toned, yet still leaves a bit of meat on my bones (in respective proportions). In other words, I have somewhat of an hourglass form, nice sized bust (if you do say so myself), and thankfully a toned waist in contrast. As you can safely assume, given my hair colour, my skin is incredibly pale, but is speckled with a plethora of freckles. Avery, on the other hand, was only a few inches shorter than I, with a darker, brownish-black sort of hair tone. His eyesight was not terrible, but had to have glasses for reading, and school work. He generally wore them constantly, since his head was always stuck in some book or focused on his assignments. Avery was the sort of boy who could have more friends if he worked on it, but never really felt it necessary. His goals were fixed toward achievements in academic excellency, not in getting the most votes for prom king.

I never really understood math, and always had a bit of difficulty with it. The course was thrown my way, not by choice, because of my grade in the previous class. I had always done my homework, which was what kept my grade afloat, and understood the concepts; yet some things just didn't click. Our instructor generally had his room open for lunch, in case we were in need of assistance with an assignment, or in need of clarification on a particular theorem or postulate. 

We had just begun a new chapter and the entire first section confused me beyond my wildest expectations, even when I had taken 4 pages of notes on the section alone. 

"Professor Addison, will you be in here during lunch period today?" I asked my 40-some old male instructor after our class bell rang. 

"I'm sorry, Clover, but I have a meeting that I need to be at." He spoke, in a voice that clear indicated that the meeting was not something that he was looking forward to. But inspiration struck him quickly.

"Mr. Wolfram, could you come here, please?" Mr. Addison voiced across the room, where Avery Wolfram sat in his chair, adjacent to the window, finishing up today's homework assignment.

"Yes, Professor?" He replied, rising from his seat to approach us. I had never really noticed him before, other than he was the one always raising his hand to answer questions, or to volunteer to solve a problem on the board. Avery was a senior as well, and it showed in the way he carried himself. He was no longer the confused little freshman that most of us were in our first year; he was much more comfortable with his surroundings (especially in his favourite subject's classroom). 

"Since you generally stay in here during lunch, I was going to ask if you could help Miss Wilson with her assignments while I'm at my meeting." Professor Addison voiced, as he began to gather his things from his desk and storage closet. 

"Sure, I've finished my things; it will give me something to do." Avery replied with a nervous, geeky smile. 

"Excellent." Our instructor spoke as he made his way out the door.

After the door was shut (to mute the noisiness of the hallways), I took a seat next to Avery, book and graphing calculator in hand.

"What is it that you're not understanding?" He began, as he scooted his desk closer to mine. 

"Well, it's those stupid exponential and logarithm functions. It's just not sinking in."

"What you have to keep in mind is that it's only numbers. Yes, the theorems, postulates, and all, they matter, but when you get down to it, it's just numbers." Avery spoke, without lifting his head up from my book. He turned around to grab a mechanical pencil from his desk and began to scribble in my book these insane formulas that I did not even know existed. 

"Whoa, okay, hold on there." I ejected in a halting voice as my hand reached out to stop his from continuing his writing. "I can hardly do this--" I said, pointing to example problem one, "and you're throwing all of this, at me." I laughed, gesturing toward the mess of numbers and exponents he scrawled onto my blank textbook space.

I didn't quite realize that I had been holding his hand for more than about 30 seconds, when I blushed embarrassedly and released my grip on his slightly callused palms. There was silence for a minute or two,

"Thanks for doing this, I know it's somewhat of a bother--" I began, only to be interrupted,

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." He reassured me as he glanced up from my textbook to give me that nerdy smile again. 

Lunch period was about an hour or so long, and after a while, I began to slightly grasp the concepts Avery was trying to get across to me, and soon my thoughts strayed away from math.

"Is this was you do during lunch each day?" I asked, as I shut my book and slid it into my backpack.

"Well... Yes." He spoke in a voice that almost sounded ashamed.

"Why?"

"It's much better than being out there," he commented as he pointed out the window to the mobs of teenagers congregating with one another, doing absolutely nothing. 

"Well, you have me on that one." I smirked, "What do you usually do?"

"Eh, I work on homework; and if I don't have any, I read." Avery responded with a shrug, his eyes fixed downward. I extended my hand, and cupped his chin in my palm, it had a small amount of freshly shaven stubble, with a microscopic cut on the left side of his upper lip. His glass covered eyes scanned upward to find mine, and a moment of uncertainty, and strangely enough, lust, fell upon the room.

"You can look into my eyes when you speak to me, you know." I whispered to him, with a smile in my voice. 

Avery blushed in a sheepish fashion and I lowered palm from a gentle caress on his chin.

"How well can you see without your glasses?" I queried, as one of his bangs fell in his face, grazing the rim of his spectacles. 

"Pretty well, they're just for reading." He acknowledged, as he adjusted them slightly.

"Could you take them off for me? Just for a minute. I've wondered what you'd look like without them."

Avery nodded and gestured for me to remove them for him, and as I did, I made a startling discovery.

"Pardon me, but your eyes are gorgeous." I gasped as I examined his glittering green eyes. "I never really noticed them before. They've been hidden behind your glasses, and the books you're always reading."

At the time, I didn't realize I was making him uncomfortable until his glasses were clutched from my hand and balanced once again atop his nose.

"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

I rose from my seat and began to collect my things, when Avery stood up as well, swinging his messenger bag over his shoulder. Now, as I mentioned before, he was a tad shorter than me, with a considerably thinner body, but at that moment I got the feeling that he wanted to make a move, but was too nervous to do so. My hand met his shoulder and his head tilted up to mine. His glasses, coupled with his dark hair, fair complexion and non-threatening grin suddenly overpowered me. Our eyes locked and he casually dropped his book bag; I moved in closer to him and my lips graced his in a blissful, tender kiss. Avery's shaky hands found their way to cradle my hips as the kiss lengthened; my fingers snaked between locks of his hair and I forged my tongue between his thin lips to find a savage beast awaiting release.

As our lips parted, I released a pant of astonishment; he was a much better kisser than I could have ever imagined. With one look in the eyes, I could tell that the fun was far from over. Avery looked at me in disbelief, still shocked at what had just happened between us. We were such a mismatched pair, was it possible for me to be so, dare I say it? Sexually attracted to someone such as him? At the moment, I really didn't care, but as my mind surveyed the information, I began to realize that I had wanted someone like him, but didn't really know it until then. 

I decided to carry on with my desires, and pressed myself against him once again; his lanky body seemingly a bit weaker than my taller, hourglass form. Avery backed himself up against the desk and I decided that it was a perfect opportunity for me to tease him a little bit. 

I walked my fingers up his knees and toward his navel, slowly stroking the fabric of his polyester slacks, yet still keeping a distance from his groin as my fingertips made their journey up to his chest. Avery quivered slightly; this was such a foreign sensation to him, that he couldn't do much but gulp in anticipation. With a sly twitch of my head, our eyes locked, and with a devilish look in mine, I leaned over him on the stationary desk, my chest straddled over his. My lips engulfed his as my breasts pulsed against his ribcage, and our groins remained un-touching. His inexperienced hands felt around until they reached my lower back, and with a bold move on his part, Avery's palms cupped my ass and gave it a little squeeze. My body reacted instantly with a slight twitch, and a surprised gasp was released into his mouth. 

I couldn't help but notice the increasing boldness of his actions, but more obviously, the increasing boldness of the front of his trousers. Soon enough I readjusted myself over him, where our private parts mingled with one another inside the confines of our material fortresses. His bulge pressed against me, in an almost painful way, in the sense that he was so eager to be released that I could feel it throb between our bodies. Without a moment's notice, I reached my hand between our bodies and placed it atop his engorged member. A slight yelp shot through his lips as I gave it a tiny stroke from outside of his trousers. 

"You like that?" I devilishly smirked as I giggled slightly at him. 

With a quick nod of his head, I could tell instantly that he had never been touched in such a personal way before. I leaned over him, my lips touching his ear, and whispered,

"You liked that? Well you're going to love this--". In one swift motion, the button and zipper on his trousers was undone and gently wiggling off of his slender form. Avery's head jerked down to see me sliding off his clothing, and to his amazement, he was enjoying it more than he had ever imagined he could. As I inched his boxers off of his hips, his member sprung out once the band was over his length, and bobbed slightly out in front of my face. My eyes opened wide and a large grin appeared on my face; he was enormous. Now, normally, when one speaks of a sexual encounter, they generally exaggerate certain anatomical proportions, but when I say he was enormous, I meant it in every way, shape, and form. His manhood at its stiffest was easily 9 inches in length, and easily 5.5 inches around. The moment I laid eyes on it, I knew I had to have it. As his eyes met mine, his lips curled to a proud, yet still somewhat nervous smile; it was one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen.

I wrapped my right hand around its base (or at least as much as I could fit in my hand) and began to give it long even strokes, building the speed with every repetition. I couldn't help but notice that from the time I freed his member from its confines, to the point where I was rubbing it, his precum productivity had increased dramatically; from what began as tiny droplets soon turned into oozing globs of it.

An idea popped into my head (one that had been dormant up until now) and without a moment to spare I acted on it. I extended my tongue and began to lap up his dripping precum, and caress the plump tip of his cock with strokes of pressure and speed.

"Ohhh!" Avery moaned as I continued to tease him with my tongue and pleasure him in ways he'd never felt before. 

I was a bit hesitant about taking him inside of my mouth, simply due to the fact that his size could probably choke me, but threw caution to the wind and lowered my mouth over his member and sent his body into mini-muscular spasms. 

"Ffffuck!" He shouted; somewhat oblivious to the fact that we were still in Professor Addison's precalculus classroom. Even though my entire mouth and throat felt numb by the time his cock and all its entirety was inside of my mouth, I could feel him throbbing, awaiting release. My instincts told me that Avery was looking forward to cumming down my throat, but my intentions indicated otherwise. Almost immediately before he was about to ejaculate, my lips left his member and I brought myself to my feet, standing in front of the desk/table where he was lying. I began to slowly undress, paying explicit attention to detail and to remove each item carefully. His eyes traveled up and down my body as I disrobed and once I was completely nude, he paused slightly, and just gazed up at me in wonder. 

"Wow..." Was all that came out of his lips, and in a quick movement, rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around me, reversing the situations with him as the dominant being. Avery gently leaned me against the desk where he had formerly been lying and let his eager hands explore my nude form. As he was enjoying his time getting to know my body, I could feel his cock gently grinding against my lower thigh, waiting anxiously. 

Before I knew what was going on, Avery had kneeled down in front of the desk, and began to toy with my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. A moan escaped my lips and my hands dove to his head, and my fingers laced themselves between his silky strands of hair. His head tilted up to see me smiling down at him, and with that, his tongue dove between my folds and felt its way around inside of me. By that time I could have sworn that I was drowning him in my precum, but he didn't seem to mind. The moment his tongue began to swirl about on my insides, I began to squirm slightly; aware of my approaching orgasm, I whispered,

"Please, Avery, I want you to fuck me."

The moment the words escaped my lips, his eyes lit up and he extracted his tongue from my wetness and offered his hand to me. A look of bewilderment came to my face as he helped me off of the desk, as if he was planning on leaving the room for another location. As he began to lead me to the back of the classroom, I suddenly understood. 

With a single twist of the knob we were inside of Professor Addison's store closet; it wasn't glamourous, but it had a fair amount of clear space. As we walked in and flicked on the light switch, I noticed that it was fairly empty, except for a couple of piles of outdated math textbooks and a miniature refrigerator. We had gathered our clothes and simply tossed them into the room once we entered. Avery noted that the floors were carpeted, but decided to lay down his jacket on the floor for "extra padding". I gave him a smirk and grabbed him by the collar and playfully pressed him up against the closed door, and delivered a powerful kiss upon his lips. The moment our lip-lock ended, I released him and he gave his glasses a tiny adjustment and grinned. 

Avery slid his shirt off over his head and was now as naked as I was. Kneeling down onto the floor I laid down atop his jacket and tugged him down to my level by grabbing a hold of his stiff member and pulling it down to my lips. With a tiny kiss, and a lick on the tip of him, I knew he was ready to take me. Avery leaned over my body, with his on top of mine, and whispered hopefully into my ear,

"Are you sure about this?"

"Just fuck me," I giggled and pecked at the tip of his nose playfully. 

"Well, if you insist." He spoke in a relieved voice as he took his manhood into his hand and positioned it outside of my entrance. With a nervous jolt the head was inside of me and our moans choked the air around us; the head felt enormous inside of me and I spoke,

"Get it all in there, quick, it will hurt too much if you take too long." And with that his hips thrust against mine and his length was buried inside of me. Avery's eyes rolled back into his head and he became consumed by the tightness surrounding him. 

"Fuuuck!" He gasped as he began to slowly move his hips forward and back, beginning this long-awaited action. As he became more comfortable with the pleasure he was feeling, his pace began to quicken, moving in and out with much more force and power. It became such an insanely pleasurable experience, I couldn't help myself but begin to shout and moan in pure ecstasy as this man, this so-called nerd, was making love to me like no one ever had before. His cock filled me completely and left no room to spare, and as he began to gently graze against my g-spot, my hips began to buck up against his with such an amazing animalistic desire that I had never felt prior to this. 

"Ohhhh, Avery!" I gasped as he braced the floor beneath us for support, and began pounding with immeasurable force, and groaning in sheer delight. 

"Mmmmmm!" He ejected as threw his head back and lost himself in the moment. 

Now, being that Avery was obviously a virgin, I was surprised that he had lasted as long as he had, but soon enough, I could feel his body twitch in a way that signaled his approaching orgasm. With this signal, my walls began to tighten around him, only sending him further off the edge.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned, only to be followed by my orgasm exploding around him and grip his cock in a tight, constricting manner. 

Avery moaned loudly and pulled himself out of me, and I immediately took it into my hand and began to jerk it off over my face, quickly sending him into a powerful climax. 

His cum shot out in enormous spurts, and landed over my lips, cheeks, forehead, and a tiny bit into my hair. As my hand motions began to slow down and our heart rates began to fade back to normal, I gathered the droplets of his cum onto my delicate fingers and proceeded to lick the remnants off of them in an erotic, teasing manner. 

"You were amazing, Avery." I voiced aloud to him in a breathy voice as he leaned down to rest his head between my breasts. With a tiny peck on my right nipple, and a warm gaze up into my eyes, my newfound, secret lover was gently lulled to sleep by the sound of my heartbeat.

The Nerd



He spent more time in chemistry class than he did chasing women. Every spare moment was spent studying some obscure piece of science literature. He had not kissed any woman except his mother. He was definitely the classic nerd.

It was an accident, nothing else, that he lost his virginity. He was driving to school one day when he saw a lady in heels walking on the road. Being a gentleman, he stopped and offered her a ride which she readily accepted. 

As soon as she got in the car she was thanking him for picking her up, citing the fact that no one else might have picked her up. Dressed in a short skirt and high heels, she looked like a hooker, she said, and no one was going to pick her up on a Sunday morning driving to church.

"I am a hooker you know," she told him. "Can I do something for you?"

He was stunned at first, but decided it might be the only time he had the chance to get laid. 

"How much do you charge?" he stammered. 

Feeling pity for the poor scared young man she said, "Is it your first time honey?"

"Uh , yes it is."

"Are you a virgin, sweetie" she asked"

"Yes, ma'am." He said pitifully.

"Honey, this is your lucky day. I will let you do anything you want for twenty dollars and a ride home." 

"OK, "he said. 

"Do you have a place where we can go honey?"

"I have an apartment just a little ways from here," he said.

"Let's go there, sweetie and I will show you the time of your life."

Minutes later they pulled up in front of a small one bedroom house and together they walked in his messy place. There were books strewn about the place, but she notices and picked up the Penthouse he had lying next to his chemistry text.

"Is this how you get off? Do you like the pictures?"She asked.

"Well yes I do like the pictures but I also like the letters. I would like to experience some of the things that the people write about in their letters to the editor." 

"Have you read any of the articles written by the Happy Hooker, sweetie?"

"Yes I have and they are exciting too."

"Well just think of me as the Happy Hooker, honey, and I will take you on a trip around the world."

She walked up next to him slowly wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight to her body to make sure her felt her breasts against his chest. She kissed him deeply and pushed her tongue passed his lips and explored his virgin mouth. She could feel his already hard erection against her hip. She was pleasantly surprised when it seemed to be a very nice sized cock. Her hand went to it immediately to be sure it was a big as it seemed. 

The kissing continued as she rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. She found his belt buckle and both hands worked feverously to unbutton his jeans, one button after another came apart in her deft fingers. In just a minute she had freed his aching cock and was slowly working her hand up and down the entire length. 

"You have a nice one young man. You need to share this with some nice young woman." Her hand continued to move up and down the length of his rock hard member. Next she lowered herself to her knees. She began to slowly lick him from balls to head. When she reached the head of his cock she slipped the head inside her hot mouth and proceeded to push his ever hardening erection all the way down her throat, until her lips were flossing with his pubic hair. 

That was all it took for the virginal young nerd. His cock erupted like a small volcano, spewing its hot lava into the far reaches of her esophagus. She grabbed his ass and held on tightly to his bucking hips, not to miss one drop of the copious fluids.  

As he slowed his ministrations she worked her lips up and down his super sensitive pole. When she was sure she had cleaned his cock as well as it could be cleaned, she slowly allowed it to slip from her lips.

"Did you enjoy that baby?" she asked as she gazed into his glazed eyes. She knew the answer but she wanted to hear a virgin tell her it felt good. She had never had a virgin before. 

"It was the best thing I ever felt," he whimpered. 

"You are still hard. Would you like to do something else?" she teased.

"Yes I would." His freshly sucked cock was still at full mast, begging for more.

"Would you like to put it in my pussy?" She was enjoying how turned on he was. She had never had a man stay hard after cumming in her mouth like he had. And, his cock was bigger than most so having it inside her wet pussy, was a must. 

"Well come here stud and put that big fat cock inside me." She laid back and spread her legs in anticipation of being nicely filled. 

He climbed between her legs and she guided his raging hard on into her wet slit. He pushed his cock into her without delay, sliding it all the way inside her hot wet snatch in one single movement. She gasped as it filled her more than any other man. 

Following his natural instincts he humped her hard and fast. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room. Having just cum, he lasted longer this time and it was to her advantage. She could feel an orgasm building and with every thrust of his hips she came ever closer to an eruption of epic proportion. 

With perfect timing he slammed his hips forward and thrust as deeply as he could manage, then held himself there as he came hard and fast. At the same moment she shuddered and came hard. Her pussy tightened around the large cock filling her. They held each other tightly as their orgasms flooded both of their systems. It was several minutes before they disengaged. 

Her hand wrapped around his well worked member. It was still fairly hard in her hand and she slowly stroked him. Encouraged by the fact that he was not going soft quickly she lowered her lips to his semi erect cock and began to lick and suck him, hoping to get him up enough to fill her once more. He did not disappoint her. 

"Would you like to take one more adventure today sweetheart?" She asked sweetly.

"I most certainly would," he said. 

"I would love to take you around the world baby, like Xavier Hollander talks about in her Penthouse articles." She could tell he knew what she meant by the light in his eyes. 

"You would do that for me?" he asked quietly. 

"Yes I will stud. I want to feel that big cock of yours in my tight ass." She rolled over and sat up on her knees exposing puckered lips for his viewing pleasure. "Put your fingers in my pussy and then lube my ass good with your cum."

He followed her directions and soon he had two fingers inside her tight anal cavity. She reached between her spread legs and grasped the young nerds' hardened cock, and guided it to her puckered little asshole. As he put the head of his cock to her ass lips, she pushed back and forced the head of his cock just inside her.

"Now just let me push your cock into my ass," she told him. He held still and she began to rock slowly until his full length was inside her. She was filled more than she had ever been. She stopped just as she had taken him all in and just enjoyed the feeling of being so full and so stretched. 

"Fuck me stud, fuck my ass hard." He did not need any more encouragement. He began moving slowly at first but in no time he was fucking her hard and fast. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, but after cumming so hard twice, he was able to hold off for quite a while. He kept stroking her ass hard and fast, his balls slamming into her lower pussy. She reached between her legs and began to rub her pussy as he fucked her ass. She got herself off time and time again as he kept shoving his hard cock into her ass over and over. 

Suddenly she felt him thrust harder than ever and hold still. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her aching ass. The heat of his cum was slamming against her anal walls and starting to run down the inside of her thighs. 

Suddenly she needed more. She slowly pulled forward letting his cock slide out of her tight sphincter muscles. She then turned over underneath him. Once settled she flipped him on his back. 

She held his arms above his head and worked her way upward. Soon, her cum soaked pussy was sitting on his face. 

"Lick my pussy lover. I need to cum again," she cried as she shoved her wet pussy into his face. He had read about licking pussy and here was his big chance. His tongue slid inside her wet pussy, tasting the combination of their juices. She moved herself and talked him into knowing what to do and soon he was licking her blood engorged clit. He sucked it like a small cock and before long she was feeling her orgasm building inside. 

His tongue pushed flat against her clit, pushing the hood back and exposing the most sensitive parts to his inexperienced cunt licking. Experienced or not, he was doing the job well. She tensed up and began shaking as the orgasm shook her. She kept shaking for almost a minute before she pulled her pussy away from his face and rolled on her back to rest and a break from her incredulous orgasms. 

Afterwards they both dressed and he took her to her home, having to let her out a few blocks away from her home because she still lived at home with her mother and did not want him dropping by.

He never saw her again. But then again he never forgot her either.



The Nerd



"Amy," Mrs. Anderson said. "You always do so well in class and I was hoping you could help me out. Coach Kennedy has a girl on the basketball team that's been having trouble with some of her courses. I was hoping you could tutor her."

"I-I'd love to," Amy stammered. "But..I don't have a lot of free time."

Amy didn't have a lot of time. She was a member of the student government, the school paper, the quiz bowl, and a few other assorted activities. She was thin. She could have hung out with the popular girls with her tight body, full lips, freckles, and big green eyes. However, her high IQ didn't help her fit in, and her astigmatism couldn't be corrected with contacts, but required thick glasses. Perhaps she could have overcome one of the strikes against, her but not both. 

"It would be a big help for the basketball team. It'd also look good on your college application. I'd give you extra credit, but you don't need any."

"I guess I could." Amy replied.

She should have listened to her gut, it turned out to be one of the worst decisions in her short life.

+++++++++++++++

"Hi Jill," Amy said. "I'm supposed to help you study. What subject would you like to go over?"

Jill was a tall girl, nearly six feet and 175 pounds, most of it muscle. She wasn't big boned, but she wasn't small boned either. She had a square jaw that served to keep the few boys that her height didn't intimidate away. Her best feature was her eyes - they were a pale blue and ringed in ebony.

"Algebra..I guess." Jill said with a sigh. She took out a book and some paper. "Can you help me with these problems?"

"What seems to be the problem?" Amy asked. The problems were obviously homework and she was there to tutor, not to do someone's homework.

"Like....you know...how to work them. Can you show me how to do them?"

"I'm not supposed to do your homework Jill, that's not going to help you when there is a test."

"This is so lame," Jill said, folding up the book. "They said you were a tutor and you can't even work these problems."

"I can work them," Amy retorted. Indignant that this dumb jock thought she couldn't do Algebra when she was taking Calculus. "Here I'll show you and then you can do them."

Amy began to work the problems, while Jill talked. About the Algebra problems at first. But then really stupid things. About how boring Algebra was. About how sleepy boring Algebra problems were. About how heavy your eyes felt when you worked math problems. About how your feet would fall asleep. Then your calves. Then your legs. Then your shoulders. Then your arms. About how relaxed you felt. Like a twig flowing down the stream, twisted here and there.

Oh my God! Jill couldn't believe her eyes. She was no beginner to hypnotism. She'd found a book about hypnotism in her attic several years ago. It was old and dusty and hard reading. She'd tested it on herself and then some of the girls on the team. Simple stuff, just using it to help with free throw percentages with positive visualization. On a fluke she wondered if she could hypnotize this stuck up little geek into doing her homework. And wonder upon wonders, the girl's eyes were closed.

But was the little geek really hypnotized?

"Hey Amy, you are a little poodle," Jill said. "My friendly little poodle. And poodles bark. Can you bark little poodle?"

"Arf..arf..." Amy barked. "Arf..arf" Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she panted.

"Good girl," Jill ruffled Amy's hair like she would a pet, then held up her chin so she could see those big brown trusting nerd eyes. "Whose my good little girl?"

"Arf arf!" Amy barked and gave a friendly lick to Jill's outstretched hand.

Jill had a pet at home. She's been given friendly licks and never thought anything unusual about it. But now...now..her loins tingled. And forbidden thoughts flooded into her head. She forgot all about her plans for her homework.

"You have a nice long puppy tongue," Jill said, her face growing flushed. "Can the little doggie touch her nose with her tongue."

"Arf," Amy barked and curled up her long tongue, touching the tip of her nose.

"Relax Amy," Jill ordered. "You aren't a puppy any more."

Amy's face grew lax and she snored lightly.

The devious gears began to turn in Jill's mind. This little nerd wasn't half bad. And the tongue on her....Jesus. And to a girl like Jill who'd never had a boyfriend and wondered if she'd ever have a boyfriend...well...her ideas for Amy centered around sex.

"Amy do you like girls or boys?" Jill asked.

"Boys." Amy replied.

"That's real shame," Jill said. "With a tongue like that..."

And then an idea crept into Jill's head. A sneaky and sadistic idea. She was almost ashamed to voice it. But she did anyway. She couldn't help herself.

"If any boys ask you out, you tell them no way. You got me Amy? Boys are trouble. Boys cause pretty girls to get bad grades. You don't want bad grades do you?"

"No. I want good grades."

"That's good, because Amy-girl's brain wants good grades and to be a good girl." Jill smiled wickedly. "But Amy-girl's body has ideas of its own. Amy's brain likes to show off how smart it is, and Amy's body likes to show off how sexy it is just as much. It loves showing itself off in flirty little clothes. Sexy clothes. Do you understand me Amy's body?"

Amy nodded her head.

"Amy's brain like boys. But Amy's body likes girls even more than Amy's brain likes boys. And Amy's body like me most of all. Amy's body like to please me. Likes me to touch me. Amy's body..."

Jill could feel her sex drip with excitement. Did she dare do this? Could she do this? "That's good Amy's body," Jill said, her hand stealing up her classmates blouse, beneath her bra, and discovering rock hard nipples. 

Amy moaned.

"Amy, what's your middle name?" Jill asked.

"Ashely."

Jill shifted her hand into Amy's jeans, and explored the girl's wet folds with a long finger. "Amy's body, from now on I'll call you Ashely. It's a pretty name. Much prettier than Amy. Ashely you want me. The sound of my voice turns you on and makes your pussy drool. You can't resist me. And Ashley baby, I don't like you covered up so much. I want you to show me some skin. I want to see you wearing something much skimpier the next time I see you. Do you think you can handle that?"

Amy nodded enthusiastically.

"Amy's brain, I'm going to just call you Amy. That's simple enough. However, when I talk to Ashely, you are just not even going to be able to hear what I'm saying, okay? It'll just go in one ear and out the other even when you aren't hypnotized anymore. Do you understand Amy?"

"Yes." Amy replied.

Jill wondered what she'd done to this geek. Wondered if it would work. It was a sadistic thing to do to another human, but she couldn't help herself.

"Amy you'll wake up when I snap my fingers. Your brain won't remember any of this, but you body will. Your body will remember everything." Jill said, and snapped her fingers before she could do more.

**********

Amy blinked her eyes and shook her head. She felt as if she dozed off.

"Okay, let's look at this problem together," Amy said. "We are solving for X."

"Ashely, unbutton the top button of your blouse." Jill ordered.

Amy's hand slid to her chest and deftly undid a button.

"Ashely, undo another."

The next button was undone as Amy continued on oblivious working the Algebra problem.

"Ashely lean forward...that's my girl...more.."

Amy leaned forward. She had the same problem most girls with modest breasts did, when leaning forward, the clothes tended to sag, leaving the breasts quite exposed.

"Amy, has anyone ever told you, that you have the cutest little titties," Jill laughed, taking a quick picture with her camera phone.

Amy gave a puzzled look, confident she'd misheard what Jill said. Then looked down and realized that she'd heard correctly. Her hands darted up and clutched protectively over her breasts. Crap! That dumb jock had a picture of her naked breasts.

"What are you, an A cup?" Jill teased. "I can't wait to show this to the team."

"You can't!" Amy exclaimed going after the camera. "Give it to me!"

Jill stood up and lifted her arm up. It was over a foot and a half from Amy's reach. She tugged at Jill's arm to bring it into range.

"Ashely, help me out here." Jill said. "I want to see those titties again, just don't let Amy catch you at it."

Amy was far too occupied with getting the camera phone to pay attention to what her left hand was doing. The buttons were already undone. Another joined them and then her small cups were flipped upside down.

Jill stiff armed the skinny nerd, and captured another 2 pictures of the struggling bare breasted senior. "Oh that's even better!"

The fight went out of the young tutor as her hands once again clutched protectively over her small orbs. This time she took car to right up upended bra and fasten her buttons back. She realized there was no way she could overpower this dumb jock. Maybe the girl would listen to reason.

"You'll get in big trouble if I tell."

"You won't tell." Jill said. "I'll show the pictures to everyone if you do."

"I..I.." Amy stammered.

"You can start by doing my homework," Jill said. "And stop being so fucking condescending, do you understand?"

"Yes..." Amy hadn't realized she'd been condescending. She guessed the girl had picked up on the fact that she felt that tutoring a dumb jock was beneath her. "Okay...and then will you delete the pictures?"

"That we can talk about next time," Jill said. "However, I promise not to show them to anyone else." For now - Jill added silently to herself.

"Okay." It seemed to be the best Amy could hope for and began to finish

Jill's homework. All of it.

+++++++++++++++++++

The next day was a rude awakening for Amy. Quite and very literally rude. When she woke up, she was fully dressed, but not in her nightgown, but in regular clothes. Well, not quite regular, they were her clothes from middle school. She'd long since outgrown them and stored them up in the attic. Or so she thought. And yet now she was wearing them.

She desperately wanted not to be wearing them, but it was as if her head was a passenger and her body had other ideas. Amy even decided she'd skip school, but decided and doing were two different matter, because she got in her car and drove to school all while her mind shouted no - no -no. Drove to school and walked inside wearing a Hello Kitty baby doll dress that was all the rage 6 years ago. Six long years when she wasn't so shy, when other girls weren't so obviously more well developed.

Amy could feel the heated stares. Could see the girl's whisper to one another. Her cheeks blossomed a brilliant red. She stared down at the floor and tugged at her hem as much as she dared. For every inch of thigh that was covered, mean an inch of her top that was exposed. She walked quickly to her locker and fumbled with the lock with trembling fingers.

"Amy what in the world are you wearing?" Her best friend Monica asked.

Oh God. I don't know. I don't want to wear this. I think I'm going crazy. How can you tell someone that?

"I..I..I'm doing a paper on ...ah..how clothes and appearance shapes ..and factors into ... interactions with others in a group dynamic. I thought I could try to use social media to boost my chances at a Yale scholarship."

"That's ...brilliant." Monica said. "You amaze me sometimes."


She looked her friend up and down and shook her head. "I would try to steal your idea.. but I don't think I have the confidence to come to school looking like that. My God, my cheeks are hot...I'm blushing just standing here next to you. Look at those girls whispering about you. Aren't you embarrassed?"

What Monica didn't say was that her friend looked like ... not quite a slut. She gave a quick glance over at the sluts - Stacy. The girl was showing at least as much skin...but she looked like a high school slut. Amy looked like ...something else entirely.

You have no idea how embarrassing this is. Blushing furiously and knees trembling, Amy grabbed a few books and hustled to class. Eager to get away from more questions she didn't have answers for.

She managed to get through her classes and the questions from teachers. "Is everything okay Amy?"

Then there was study hall, which she wasn't looking forward to. For one, Jill already had pictures of her breasts...and who knows what kind of opinion the dumb jock would have after seeing her like this.

"Oh Amy what are you wearing?" Jill asked her blushing tutor.

"I..I..I'm doing a paper on ...ah..how clothes and appearance shapes .." Amy stuck with the same lie she'd used so far today with success.

"What the hell are you going on about?" Jill asked. "I mean what are you wearing? Is that a Hello Kitty baby doll dress?"

"I don't keep up with brands." Amy's cheeks burned bright and hot.

"Brands!" Jill said. "There's a big ass cat face on the front. You are a trip girl. Where did you buy it?"

Amy didn't think her cheeks could blush any more, but somehow they managed. The dress was six years old and was not something a girl her age would buy ..much less could buy.

"It was a gift," Amy lied.

"Amy you said this was for some paper?" 

"Yes...I'm doing a paper on ...ah..how clothes and appearance shapes-" Amy continued,

"Ashely, I'm very proud of you." Jill said. "You exceeded my expectations. I want you to model your dress for me and shut her up.

Ashely took over and soon Amy was eagerly striking provocative poses. Thrusting up her small breasts. Lifting her hem and showing off panties that were far too tight and showed everything there was to show. Then the rear. Sticking out that cute tight ass.

"Ashely, lean forward." Jill said, taking out her camera phone. "And spread."

Amy's legs spread, her panties sliding up, hugging and bunching as the slim geek shifted her hips this way and then that. Jill smiled and captured it on video.

"Neat," Jill said. "Can you help me with my homework again?"

Amy was glad to do anything to change the subject from the way she was dressed and quickly got to work. Jill talked to her while she worked and before she'd finished three problems, she was hypnotized once more.

"Ashely...we have a big problem," Jill said once the tutor was under. "I like you and you like me, but Amy's not so keen if you know what I mean. Baby you did such a good job on dressing her today...do you think you can keep her from blabbing about anything that goes on between you and me?"

Amy nodded eagerly.

"Are you sure?"

The nod was even more vigorous.

"Good girl. And we both know that Amy prefers boys, but I was hoping you could convince her otherwise. Do you think you can manage that?"

Amy nodded once more.

Jill went to lock the door. The usual study halls were in the school, with open windows to the outside and doors with windows. Luckily this dump was in the back of the gym. There was the coach, but they were busy with classes outside.

"Take off the bra and panties Ashely." Jill ordered. "Throw them in the trash...no better yet, put them in my book bag. You won't be needing them anymore. I want you bare assed and ready for me, do you understand?"

Amy nodded.

Jill pulled the petite girl to her by the hem of her dress. Shoved a hand beneath her dress and exposed the mousey brown curls of her pubes and gave then a sharp tug.

"When I say bare-assed, I mean BARE ASSED. I want this pussy smooth as a whistle tomorrow Ashely, or I'll be very disappointed.

Jill worked her finger in and out her wet classmate. "Do you want to cum Ashely?"

Amy eagerly nodded.

"From now on, you only cum for me." Jill said. "This is my pussy. Mine. Do you understand?"

Amy moaned and nodded, her slim hips pumping in time with the movements of Jill's finger.

Jill danced rubbed Amy's clit. "Cum for me Ashely. Cum for me."

With a whine, Amy stiffened and jerked as she was overcome with pleasure.

"Let me get a few more pictures," Jill said. "Spread your legs. Now your lips. That's my girl." Jill took few more pictures of the docile geek.

"Now it's my turn Ashely," Jill said, shimmying out of her pants and pulling down her panties. "Hurry..let me feel that tongue."

And she did feel it. It was everything she imagined it would be. Long. Agile. Soft. Like velvet. Teasing her. Pleasing her. Inexperienced at first. But that tongue was a quick study. Her insides quivered and grew hot. She'd taken this straight little geek and turned her into a queer little pet. A pussy pet. She grabbed a handful of Amy's hair and pulled the girl in tight. Waves of heat and pleasure centered in her sex and then soaked through the rest of her body.

"Clean me up Ashely pet," Jill said, as Amy laved the thick secretions from her soaked pubes. Running her hand lovingly through Amy's curly hair, she snapped her fingers. "Amy wake up."

The first thing Amy realized was that her knees hurt. And that her lips and tongue were sore. That someone was running their fingers through her hair and that...oh dear God...her mouth...her tongue. The dank smell of sex.

She quickly pulled away. God, she wanted to retch.To puke. Mentally she did, but it seemed her body didn't mind that fact that she'd had her mouth on a...a girl....down there. Oh Jesus. Oh God, and she was naked. She was ..dripping wet. This was not happening. She wanted to pinch herself.

What the hell was she doing? She'd black out again. The young tutor grabbed her small dress, quickly stood, and stuffed herself back into the tight garment. Shaking like a leaf.

"If you are going to act that way," Jill said. "That'll be the last time I help you with one of your weird research projects."

"I..I.." Amy stammered. Had she? She'd lied about the other research project. This sounded plausible. Like a lie she'd make up...if she found herself in such a situation. "I'm sorry?"

Her mind was in a tizzy. She was screwed up in the head big time. She was blacking out. She was doing things..awful things. She was going to have to get help as embarrassing as it would be.

"Okay." Jill said, as she pulled up her panties and jeans. "So?"

"What?" Amy whispered.

"By the way, what exactly was it you are researching?"

"I..." Amy was drawing a blank at thinking of a lie to explain why she'd need to go down on a.. a girl. Oh Jesus. "I ..I..it's complicated."

"Well, just let me know if you need to do some more experiments," Jill said. "I never realized that science could be so...fun. I don't go for girls...but I could go for more of that, if you know what I mean."

"Ahh..thanks?" Jesus, did she actually say that? "I mean..thanks for your participation."

"No, thank you." Jill winked. "You could write a book on what you just did and girls would line up to buy them for their boyfriends."

Amy's cheeks burned with heat. Worse, she could feel juices leaking. She looked around nervously. "Where..where are my bra and panties." They were 6 years old and uncomfortably tight, but now she was desperate to put them back on.

Jill's brow wrinkled. "You weren't wearing any. Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes." There was nothing else Amy could say.

"You should go clean up your face." Jill said. "You are a mess. Not unless that's part of your research too.

Amy shook her head and blushed.

"Luckily, the girl's locker room is right down the hall." Jill said, pointing with her thumb.

"Thanks." Amy rushed to clean her face. It was a mess alright. She looked like she'd stuffed her face into a box of glazed donuts. And the smell, no matter what she did, she could still smell the musk of Jill's sex.

Amy was terribly afraid, but she was going to have to get help. Some kind of help from someone. Though, Amy was a bright girl, she'd never heard of anything like this happening before. Well.. there was one thing. Multiple personality disorder. But most people tended to believe it wasn't a real condition.




The Nerd



Amy would find out soon enough.

++++++++++++++++++++

Amy had been terribly afraid to tell her parents what had happened. The truth was she had no intention on telling them everything, but she'd tell them enough to get help. However, she soon became even more afraid, when she didn't tell them.

Oh she tried alright. She went home, changed into normal clothes, waited for them to come home. Then she ordered her lips and tongue to move, but they didn't. Instead, ate dinner and walked upstairs to her room. Ran a bath. Lathered up. And then meticulously, very very meticulously, shaved every last scrap of protection from her mound. 

She didn't stop there. She went into a dusty box of clothes that had once been in the attic and tried on one outfit after another. There was no hope she'd fit in some of them. However, to her dismay, she could fit into most.

She put on an old nightshirt from six years ago and settled onto bed with a Shape magazine. Turning to a picture of an athletic girl exercising. And then her hand moved down her tummy.

"No..." Amy whimpered.

Yes, her body answered. Not with words, but by working her up. Rubbing her nipples. Teasing her sex. Gently at first. Then masturbating. In and out. Rubbing her clit. Sending jolts of sensation through her loins.

No. Not like this. She wouldn't. She battled for control of her hand. Until her left rudely and painfully tweaked a nipple.

"Ow!" Amy gasped. Traitorous fingers! She battled for the left hand and took control. Forcing it to let go of her aching nipple.

"Ummmggghh." She gurgled. She instantly recognized that particular tang..and the musky smell she'd never forget. While she'd concentrated on her left hand, her right had shoved it's soiled digits into her mouth. She concentrated on the right, even as her left began to thrust in and out her wet sex, and pulled it from her mouth. Her mouth was filled once more with soiled fingers.

You win. She gave up the battle that she was obviously ill equipped to fight. Her left hand stroked her sex, while the other continued to probe her mouth.

That isn't fair. I said you win.

Finally, the fingers in her mouth went back down to her sex. This time she closed her lips to prevent entry by her slimy digits.

She felt a finger probing her rear entrance. Oh fuck. "No. Don't. I'll do it." She opened her lips. Prepared for the worst. Instead the finger in her bottom probed harder. Ashely tried to lean forward, but her body refused. She stuck out her tongue and licked the slimy digits. Two of the fingers folded together with the tip of her thumb poking out.

That's cruel. So cruel. She hated this sadistic betrayal of her person. Her fingers were folded into the shape of a vagina and the thumb was pressed out like a small clit. She was forced forced to lick them. Teased up and left hanging again and again. In front of her lay a magazine with toned girls exercising and stretching. It was impossible but for over an hour her fingers stroked and stoked, but no orgasm was forthcoming. However, a straight girl learned to lick that night and she learned to do it well.

++++++++++++++++

The next day, Amy was once more helpless as she dressed in the too tight tie-dye dress. Her body refused to wear panties or a bra, but thankfully seemed to have no objection to a cami to hide her nipples.

The stares were as bad as before, yet Monica still believed her lies, so that was good.

"How's the experiment going?"

Amy jumped. Startled that Jill had snuck up on her.

"Fine I guess." Amy said. Though it was less than fine. It was awful. Everyone was staring at her and her best friend had deserted her. Her body was making her do awful things and she was helpless to even tell anyone about it.

"I like your new outfit," Jill said. "It's cute. You're lucky you have nice legs."

"Thanks.." Amy blushed. "I--usually would wear something else, but ..it's another research project." God she felt so stupid making up such lame excuses. She was certain no one believed her.

"I never met anyone so smart," Jill said. "I'm lucky to have you helping me pass my classes."

"I'm glad I could help." - you do your homework and assignments, Amy wanted to add, but kept her mouth shut. Actually it wasn't so bad since she could finish the assignments during study hall. Also, Jill seemed to be the only friend she had left now that she was apparently losing her mind.

Worse, she didn't trust herself around other people since her blackout. What if she woke up licking Monica or her other friends like she had JIll? There was no way she could lie effectively enough to convince someone who was actually intelligent. However, what was to say that it'd ever happen again.

Maybe she was worried about nothing.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Ashely, can you hear me?" Jill asked, and Amy eagerly nodded her head.

When she sat down for study hall, Jill said. "Ashely baby, I've missed you. Why don't you lock the door, then come over here and lick my pussy."

Poor Amy never heard the words her body responded to. All she knew was that she was going down on her knees up under Jill's desk.

"Wake up Amy. Jill said then feigned surprise. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I...I.." Oh Jesus, it was happening again and Amy was helpless to stop herself. "I thought you could help with my research ...before I help with your homework."

"Okay," Jill said, opening her thick thighs. "But you have to hurry. I have a lot of homework."

"I don't need to put you out," Amy said made a quick excuse. "My research can wait. Let's work on your homework."

"That's fine Amy," Jill said, her lips curling up in a mean smile. "Ashely, Pull down my panties and get busy."

Amy reached beneath Jill's skirt, her hands moving on their own volition, and pulled down her panties.

"Wake up Amy." Jill said. "Changed your mind?"

"I..guess. I'll..I'll try to be quick." Amy stammered. As quick as humanly possible, because she did not want to do this, but her body seemed intent on it. Fighting it seemed to bring on a blackout and then making up more and more implausible excuses.

"I still don't know why you can't tell me what kind of research this is," Jill said

"It's a.." Fuck. Amy searched her brain for a likely excuse and finally came up with one. "A double blind study."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Jill said. "Ashely, lick me."

Amy's reply was quickly muffled as her mouth eagerly found something wet to occupy itself with.

"Wake up Amy," Jill purred with a malevolent smile. The last time was hot as hell, but it wasn't quite as satisfying because Amy was asleep and Ashely was ...well she was far to easy. "Take your time. I want you to look at it. I want you to taste it. I want you to smell it."

However, Amy was a different story altogether. The way those pretty green eyes winced as she smelled, tasted, and worshiped. The way they tried to close until she ordered Ashley to keep looking up at her.

God Jill was hot. It'd only been two minutes but she was going to cum. There was no holding back.

"Ashely, frig yourself. Frig that pussy while you eat me." Jill ordered. "Oh fuck yeah..wake up Amy."

Amy was in charge of her facilities again. God it was awful. She was going down on another girl. A big dumb basketball player. God, and she was masturbating herself as she licked. She knew she should stop, how could she explain that, but by then she was too far along. Too close to fulfilling the ache deep in her loins.

Jill came and Amy came too. She came while going down on another girl. She was so ashamed. So mortified. She pulled down her skirt and prayed the tall girl wouldn't know what she'd been doing and began to slide out from under the desk.

"Amy, you know better than to leave me like this," Jill said. "I can't put on my shorts and panties in this state. Do what you did yesterday."

"I...ahh...I ah..." Amy hedged. She dared not tell Jill she blacked out yesterday. That all she remembered was coming to with Jill's fingers running through her hair while her tongue laved the girl's sex.

"Clean me up silly." Jill said. "I don't mind helping with your research, but I can't let anyone find out what we've been doing here. They wouldn't understand."

No. No. They wouldn't. Amy wanted to keep it that way. What she didn't want...was to ...oh God...clean this girl up. The girl was a mess of matted curls, slimy secretions, and a pink maw. Oh God..she closed her eyes and let her body take over.

Only this time her body didn't want to take over. Her body just knelt there. Had done what it wanted, had licked another girl no matter that Amy was appalled at the idea. And now...now it was content to just kneel there. She would love to point out how her juices were running down her thighs and soiling the floor, but she dare not mention that she'd enjoyed this 'experiment'. So there was little choice but to do as Jill asked.

Her brow knitted in revulsion, Amy licked Jill's stained thighs. It had been easier when she was turned on. Now that she wasn't, it was awful. Yuck! She had to pause for her stomach to settle. She steeled herself this time and took a big lick. Far better to get this task over with as soon as possible. Then the mons. She almost lost her lunch and now she had Jill's curly pubes caught in her teeth. Next she laved the large girl's engorged lips.

"Stop that silly," Jill said. "Unless your experiment involves getting me off again, you better suck my pussy dry instead of licking my clitty you dirty girl."

"Sorry- I'm not some kind of expert here...this is just ..an"

"Experiment." Jill finished. "I know. Now dry it off so I can get my panties on before someone comes in."

God. Amy would did if someone caught her like this. It was enough motivation for her to carry out the awful task. She put her mouth over the girl's sex and sucked. Dear Lord there was a lot of liquid in there. She wished she had somewhere to spit, but there was nowhere but the floor. She seriously considered that, but then she 'd have to find some way to clean that.

And so she swallowed. Then she felt Jill muss her hair and say, "Go get cleaned up. we have a lot of homework to do."

"And Amy," Jill continued. "I was thinking. Why don't you come over to my house for a sleepover this weekend. It'll be a blast. And you can help me study. I can help you with your research project if you like."

"I'd like to," Amy lied, but wisely decided not to offend her new friend. "However I have plans with my friend Monica."

"Well...let me know if you change your mind."

"You bet." Amy said as she studiously continued completing Jill's homework.

"Ashely," Jill said. "Here's what I want you to do tonight..."

++++++++++++++++

Amy was home working on her school work when her hand shut her book of its own volition.

"No." Amy declared as she prepared for mental battle.

The battle was enjoined, but wasn't working out for poor Amy. Doubly hard because it was a battle with herself. Triply hard whenever she was winning, the hand no longer under her control would tease and torment her. Finger and fuck her. It wasn't fair. It made victory impossible.

Soon she was on the floor with a flask from her chemistry set, an alcohol burner, and a few handfuls of grass. The grass burning, turning brown, emitting a thick smoke. Next she was in front of her mirror with her phone. Nipples hard and throbbing. Fingers wet from repeated fucking and teasing. Skirt rucked up and engorged sex exposed. 

No! The camera phone was aimed. It was too late to stop it. She did the only thing she could think and that was to cover her sex with the hand that remained under her control.

Give me that! No. No. Not that.While she struggled to bring the camera from out of reach, she was helpless as her thumb pressed and scrolled, typed and then clicked send.

When control finally returned she examined what she'd done. Oh God. Oh dear God. She'd sent the picture to Monica and Bethany with the message. "Getting high."

She did the only thing she could for damage control. "Just kidding." she typed. "Please delete my picture I was just being silly."

Her fingers moved on their own accord once more. "LOL! I'm so stoned." and send.

Amy quit while she was ahead, however she went online and researched multiple personality disorder until two in the morning.

+++++++++++++++++++=

"I'm glad you could come over for a sleep over," Jill purred. "Too bad your friend Monica betrayed you like that. That must be rough huh?"

"Mmmphhh...yes..but it wasn't Monica...I'm pretty sure it was Bethany."

It wasn't the time to have this sort of conversation - or any conversation for that matter. Jill was nude and propped up on her hands and knees. Her large muscular ass was held in the air. And Amy was ... kneeling on the floor, providing oral attention to the basketball player's engorged sex.

Not exactly willing attention if truth be known, but not exactly unwilling. Her body had taken over and undressed Jill. Had knelt behind and planted a loving kiss on the mouth of her sex. Had stopped and then snuck a hand down to Amy's sex and teased her. Then it stopped again.

"I notice you haven't been sitting by yourself during lunch," Jill said. "Next week, why don't you sit with us." 

"Okay," Amy said between licks. It wasn't just lonely sitting by herself. Now that her friends weren't talking to her anymore, she felt, not just ostracized but unprotected. The looks that boys gave her left little to the imagination. 

"Oh baby...I love that sweet tongue. That long fucking tongue.

Lick me. Lick my pussy you little queer."

Amy pulled back. She didn't like being called a queer. It wasn't the sort of thing a friend would say to another or someone participating in a research study.

"Ashely," Jill said. "Tease her up again. Tease her and pinch those little nipples until she learns her lesson. But remember, no coming unless I say. And Ashely, I don't want you to lick me, I want her to lick me. But feel free to encourage her all you want."

No Amy despaired as her finger resumed its teasing. She despaired even more when her fingers took hold of her tiny nubs and pinched - hard.

Ahhhh...I'm not a queer and I don't like girls, Amy thought as she licked. I don't. At least she didn't think so. However, she'd engaged in homosexual acts. Maybe...maybe she was repressed somehow. Maybe her subconscious was acting out hidden fantasies. Fantasies so well hidden she never knew she had them.

It seemed her body was determined to explore them all that night. She did missionary licking. Doggie style licking. I'm not gay, she repeated with less enthusiasm.

Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl being the absolute worse. Jill's big ass hand nearly smothered her. Yuck. Yuck yuck. Even if she were repressed, she shouldn't like this. If this was in her subconscious, she'd have to do something to get rid of it.

"Amy, you are a great friend, even if you are weird as hell." Jill said. "I want you to manage the girl's basketball team.

"Unh huh.." Ashely managed a muffled reply. It was difficult to breath, much less talk, for Jill was sitting on her, while Amy sucked her clean from underneath, her nose pressed up into the athletic girl's arse.

"Ashely - get her close" Jill ordered waiting a few minutes. " Amy wake up. Cum for me. Cum hard."

Amy spasmed from beneath the girl, her sex pumping in time to the convulsions in her sex. She came. God, how she came. 

And that was how Amy became the manager of the girl's basketball team.

++++++++++++++

Over the last few weeks, Amy came to terms with her body - with Ashely though she never knew her by name. Her body was always going to get it's way..but she could make suggestions...it was open for small compromises. While it would choose to go bare, she could put on a chemise or camisole. Her body was also determined to have sex with Jill at any given time. Oh God..she'd even gone underneath the blanket and ate her out during the boys football game.

Jill quickly learned that it was better to do it on her terms. To suggest, "Do you want to go back to your house or my house? I'm...ah...feeling horny." Yes, far better to do it in the privacy of her own home than to be naked, cold and shivering, eating the tall sadist out while hiding behind a bush. Yes, literally naked in the park behind a bush, with rocks and sticks cutting into her knees - eating a girl out.

While she came to better terms with her body, Jill was another story. Jill had changed since finding out that Amy oral activities wasn't a research project. Jill became...a bit mean. Some would call her sadistic. Yes, the girl was well aware that Amy was somehow helpless and was taking full advantage.

"What is it Amy-girl?" Jill asked knowing quite well what Amy wanted.

"Do you want to ...ah...get together this afternoon?"

"Get together could mean anything." Jill said. "Sentences Amy-girl - use them."

"I'm feeling a little horny. Could I lick your pussy?" Amy whispered, her cheeks blooming a bright red.

"So you want to lick me. Is that all? In that case let's go to your house. I can watch some porn while you crawl under your desk and eat me out."

"Yes-I mean no. I mean..." Amy steeled her nerves. She hated this. But knew as surely as the sun would set that if she didn't say it, Jill would let her have any fun herself. "I was hoping that I could...frig my tight twat too.... until I come...ahhh...please.. with cherry on top."

It was an awful thing to ask. A humiliating way to ask it. However, she knew for a fact what would happen if she called it by it's proper name. That Jill would punish he for putting on airs. That her body had teased her to oblivion every morning and night. Teased her until she didn't think she could take it.

Of course she tried to finish herself of. She tried. Oh how she tried. But she couldn't. Ever. The logical course of action would be to not get into a state that needed to be finished off, but her body had other ideas of the matter, and spent considerable attention keeping her teased up for what seemed like hours on end.

The only time she could come was when Jill told her to come. And Jill didn't tell her unless Amy's face was buried in Jill's hairy sex - tasting her or smelling her thick musk."Come for me my little queer." she'd laugh, and Amy would cum. Cum like a freight train. Like some kind of repressed homosexual deviant.

The smell. The musk. Sometimes it wasn't bad, even for a straight girl. 

"Not today Amy-girl," Jill replied. "I'll be tired after practice, so I'll want your undivided attention."

"Please.." Amy whimpered.

Jill arched an eyebrow and Amy knew better than press her luck, though her body desperately craved release. Craved the smell of musk. It gave her an idea.Maybe she could...with a bit of help...achieve release.

And that was how she came to be on her hands and knees, after practice, her nose buried in a pair of Jill's panties, her hand shoved down her shorts, her finger...doing whatever it wanted. Hoping it would be enough to take her over the edge into sweet oblivion.

"What the fuck?" Becky exclaimed as she saw the team manager engaged in such a deviant display.

"I..I can explain." Amy stammered.

"Then explain," Becky said.

Amy struggled to come up with a plausible lie. "I was checking to see if...they were clean."

"Well are they?"

"...I'm not sure."

"Then you better make sure," Becky said. "Keep going."

"But...I was just..." Amy began. "I think they may ..not be clean after all."

"Check them again or I'll tell," Becky ordered.

Amy sniffed them again. 

"Last chance Amy." Jill said. "Do what you were doing when I caught you."

Her cheeks hot with shame, Amy reluctantly slid her hand down her shorts and began to stroke.




The Nerd



"Like before," Becky ordered. "Down on your hands and knees."

Amy obeyed. It was hard to tell if it was a conscious decision or if her body was acting on its own.

"Get your nose back in those panties," Becky ordered, as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. This was going to be good.

Amy resumed her former position with Jill's shorts on the bench under her nose.

"Fuck this is so hot," Becky said as she rubbed her pussy. "Are those Jill's panties?"

Amy nodded.

"What's wrong with everyone else's shorts?" Becky asked.

Her body didn't crave everyone else's shorts, but Amy couldn't say that. Instead she just shrugged.

Becky sorted out the shorts and athletic panties from the mound of dirty clothes from practice. She stuck a pair over Amy's head.

"Keep going freak."

Amy gave a whimper. This wasn't the musk of sex. Her nostril were assaulted by the stink of sweat, of odor, of musk, the pungent stench of an hours worth of sprints and basketball practice. She frigged herself faster.

"Or do you like these better?" Becky said, as she removed the shorts and put a new pair over Amy's head. This time centering the crotch over the petite girl's mouth and pushing it in. "These are mine."

I won't do this. I won't. Amy told herself, holding her lips tight.

"Taste them." Becky ordered, pinching Amy's nostrils through the fabric of the shorts.

No. No way. But Amy's mouth opened. She sucked on the tangy salty fabric, even as she frigged herself, as Becky replaced each pair of shorts with another, and then another. Until Amy had tasted and smelled nearly every girl on the team.

Poor Amy wanted to cum. She needed to cum. Becky had already cum twice. Once from masturbation and once from Amy's sweet tongue. Then she heard a door slam.

"You won't believe what I caught this pervert doing" Becky said.

"I think I will," Jill answered. Then she said the words that Amy most wanted to hear.

"Come for me slut."

And Amy did. Her juices dribbling onto the cold tile floor.

"Clean that up." Jill ordered, pointed at the thick discharge.

Amy blushed. Surely Jill wasn't going to make her do this in front of Becky. Amy shook her head. No she wouldn't.

"Ashely, be a dear and lick up your honey," Jill whispered in the girl's ear too low for Becky to hear.

Becky blushed, embarrassed to watch the lengths Amy was willing to degrade herself. Wet and hot, but embarrassed just the same as Amy's tongue lapped up the discharge from the grimy locker room floor.

"Good girl Amy." Jill said. "Now be a dear and thank Becky for playing with you."

Poor Amy looked down at the well cleaned floor where her juices had formerly been. Then with bright red cheeks at Becky. "Thank ...you for playing...with me."

"But tell her that next time she better check with me first." Jill said.

"Next time..please..." Each word was like a stone caught in Amy's throat. "check..with Jill first."

"Now go clean yourself up Amy-girl, you stink."

Amy quickly went to the showers and began to wash off. She was toweling dry when she overheard the two girls talking.

"You hypnotized her?"

"Yes. I can make her do anything I want. Anything."

"Can she..you know...do stuff for me."

"Becky, if we win. If we win, I'll share that sexy little geek you and the whole team. Whoever wants a turn."

Hypnotized? So she wasn't crazy. Wasn't schizophrenic or delusional. She'd been hypnotized and made to do stuff. And could still be made to do stuff.

Amy dressed. Her shorts were too short and too tight. They exposed the bottom swell of her rump. Her T-shirt hugged the small fruit high upon her chest. Things were bad now, but with Jill in control of her, they'd only get worse.

"Miss Pierce..do you want...do you want a quicky?" Amy asked.

"Now?" Jill asked with a hint of surprise.

Amy shrugged.

"Are you still horny Amy?" Jill asked.

"No. I just thought that you may want to...but if you don't."

"I want to." Jill said. Then to Becky: "Turn your back."

Becky turned around and Jill slid off her shorts and panties, while Amy knelt between her muscular thighs and began do what she'd learned to excel at.

"You can turn around now," Jill said, now that her better parts were hidden by Amy's face.

"I better go," Becky said.

"Think about this," Jill said. "Think about winning."

"I will," Becky replied.

Amy worked Jill up easily. By now she was quite skilled in the arts of oral administration. She licked and sucked thick lips. She teased her clit.

"Please" Amy begged.

"You already had yours you selfish bitch." Jill replied.

"I know..." Amy panted with need, as she frigged herself in her shorts. "But I need it."

Then she did something she'd never done before. She licked lower and lower. Until her tongue probed Jill's tight nether hole. She stuck her nose into Jill's sex and inhaled. She was mortified. She was equally desperate. She moaned her need.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..cum for me you dirty little queer!" Jill gasped as she came.

Then after her orgasm subsided and Amy cleaned up the mess, Jill did what she always did. Roughed up Amy's curly hair and then lifted up her chin to admire the state of disrepair that she'd effected. "God you are a filthy little queer. But you lick a pussy like a magician. Go clean yourself up again and get out before the cleaning crew catches you."

Amy hurried to obey, then after she got into her car and drove past her house. 

That sick sadist had done things to her. To her mind. She knew there was only one way to have a chance. 

This way. 

+++++++++++++++++++

Jill couldn't believe that Amy disappeared. She was even more astounded that the girl didn't show back up or call her after a week. She'd given the little geek suggestions that would make it very hard to stay away long. There was no way the girl could come. Worse, she'd given Ashley instructions to tease Amy up twice a day.

Yes, Amy had to come back. She had to. She'd go mad without what Jill could supply.

However, Ashely was following instructions, just as she'd been ordered. But Amy had found a solution. She was finishing up her senior year at her dad's house. She also used her cell to record Jill that last time. Yes, she was forced to lick her..back there. But it'd been worth it. 

Her finger stroking her sex. Teasing her nipples. Being sucked clean by her mouth. Working her clit. Amy panted in need as Ashely worked her up teased her up good, just like always.

Amy didn't fight it as Ashely teased her up and let her down repeatedly. She relished the familiar attention. Since her hands had a mind of their own, it was almost like being with a lover. Using her free hand she clicked her cell phone. She'd made an mp3 of what she'd recorded that last time.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..cum for me you dirty little queer!" Jill gasped from the phone.

The conditioning held, just like Jill had planned. Only Amy found a workaround. She only needed the voice. That was enough to send Amy over the edge, toes curling, legs dancing, just like always.



The Nerd and the Big Bottomed Girl



My name is Laura, and this is a true story from my life that I tentatively call "The Nerd and the Big Bottomed Girl". Of course, I am the "big bottomed girl" in the story and this is not meant to be insulting at all. It is simply a statement of fact that I have very slender shoulders and a slim waist, but a giant bottom that jiggles as I walk and enormous hips that sway without my consent. But more on that as I relate the story. So here we go.

Like most skinny, somewhat nerdy 18 year old boys, Timmy was obsessed with "The Slave Girl of Marra", a popular comic book, or graphic novel as he called it, featuring a beautiful slave girl named Silkette. Sometimes I would sneak a look through Timmy's collection of comics, and I have to admit I found Silkette fascinating as well, mostly because of the way she was drawn, with her slender shoulders, slim waist, giant hips, and huge round bottom that would bounce and jiggle its way through every page of the graphic novel. Except that my hair is darker than Silkette's, I look very much like her, as I mentioned, especially the slim waist and enormous, bouncing rear end, so it excited me a little that boys like Timmy would like her so much.

I often noticed Timmy, who was the twin brother of my best friend Lacey, staring at my own big butt as Lacey and I would hang out at her house. I have to admit his attention and obsession with my giant backside would titillate me and make me blush a little. In the summer, I would wear my thin cotton shorts that showed off every inch of my huge butt and I could feel my big ass jiggling under those shorts as I took every opportunity to make sure Timmy would get a good look. I loved how much he liked it.

My lovely friend Lacey actually enjoyed teasing me about the large size of my bottom as well. She liked to pat and slap my big butt and comment on its huge size, even occasionally pulling me over her knee and giving me a good spanking. It was quite humiliating, but I learned that I absolutely adore being spanked, so I didn't fight it, even when she would spank me with other friends around or in public. It would have done me no good to protest anyway, as Lacey would give me a good, solid, firm spanking, and other people would just laugh as they saw me struggling.

One day, I was sneaking a look through issue number 24 of "The Slave Girl of Marra" at Lacey's house, and tingling in my belly as I looked at Silkette being chained to a large wooden post by her wrists, while her huge, scantily clad bottom was spanked by Prince Quo. I noticed that, despite her humiliating punishment and huge, exposed backside, she was actually enjoying her predicament and becoming excited by the handsome Prince and his firm hand. Silkette was like a sister to me, and I wondered what it would feel like to be chained to a post and spanked by Timmy. The thought of Timmy watching the fat on my big ass jiggle under his hand, and his inevitable thrill at having me helpless and chained while he smacked my huge bottom was more than I could take and I gasped a little out loud. I had to put the comic book down and compose myself before anyone noticed.

It was on that day that I decided I wanted to go to the upcoming Halloween costume party dressed as Silkette. I immediately became nervous at the thought and wondered if I would have the courage, but my excitement overcame my fears and I committed myself to the idea. I picked up the graphic novel and took a good look at Silkette and took a mental picture of what I would need. I could make that thin strip of pure silk that was pulled between her enormous ass cheeks and attached to the back of her collar. The thin, flowery piece of lightly colored silk that barely covered her breasts would be easy to make as well, I thought to myself, but her chains, shackles, and leash would be difficult to replicate. Where does one get lovely shackles and chains like that, fitted to show off the impossibly curvy figure, slim waist, and giant hips of a slave girl?

My older brother Dan told me about a place he thought would sell things like that. He had heard about it from Suzie, a girl in his graduating class who was very comfortable with her sexuality, and might know where to get items like the ones I was looking for. I would never have found the store myself, as it was inconspicuously named "The Shop on J Street", but when I went in, I could see it was just what I needed.

There was a very pretty, somewhat older woman running the shop and she offered to help me right away. "Ah, you wish to look like Silkette from the comic book, don't you?", she asked playfully, "She is quite popular these days." I blushed. 

She looked me up and down as I wilted under her gaze, and she said, "You know, if you colored your hair, you could look exactly like her. You have the same big, lovely ass that she has." She reached out and caressed my large backside as I gasped.

"Well, come with me into the other room." she said, smiling, "and let's see if we can't fit you with some chains that will make you feel beautiful." She seemed very relaxed and confident and I couldn't help but follow her obediently into the back room despite my nervousness and apprehension. She closed the door behind us and again looked me up and down with those pretty eyes of hers. She smiled broadly.

"To fit you properly for shackles and chains, I will need you to strip down to your panties and bra at least," she said firmly. "Don't be shy," she added quickly, "it is important to get the fit right." She laughed at my obviously nervous facial expression, and she said, "Come, come, that enormous ass of yours is practically bursting out of those pants anyway." She gave my big butt a playful slap and I giggled.

I stripped down to my underwear and stood anxiously before the shopkeeper as she walked around me, staring at every inch of me. She stopped for a while behind me and placed her hand on my bottom as she said, "Good lord, you have a big ass. Your huge butt jiggles and shakes even when you are standing still!" I moaned softly at her comment as I felt the blood rush to my embarrassed face. She just laughed.

She quickly became professional and competent however, as she selected some shackles, chains, and collars and locked them on me, over and over, until we found the right fit. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I slipped in and out of various chains, but her demeanor put me at ease and I began to enjoy the process. Finally, I looked at myself in the full length mirror and felt dizzy with excitement. I was chained like Silkette! I looked at my collar, and my wrists chained together and attached to my collar to limit my movement, and my delicate ankles shackled together by a short length of chain, and I nearly passed out with pleasure at the sight! The shopkeeper smiled.

"Perfect, but before we remove your chains and box them up," she said suddenly, "I would like to offer you a 20 percent discount if you would allow me to chain you to the wall like Silkette and give your big ass a good spanking before you go." My knees buckled. I thought of Silkette chained to that large wooden post and spanked by the Prince, and I wanted to experience that feeling.

"Okay," I answered softly.

She quickly chained my bound wrists to the wall and placed her hand on my huge backside. "You have the biggest butt I have ever seen," she said gently. "I can't believe you have such a slender waist and such huge hips and such a big, fat bottom begging to be slapped." I squirmed in my chains. She pulled her hand back and smacked my rear end with firm force as I gasped loudly. She laughed again and proceeded to spank me for a good ten minutes as I moaned and squirmed with humiliation and pleasure. Each loud smack brought a wave of delight to my bound body and I couldn't help arching my back and thrusting my big ass back to receive the shopkeeper's hand. I slumped in exhaustion and satisfaction as she finished, and she said, "I could watch your giant, heavy bottom jiggle all day, but I suppose I'd better let you go home." She smiled as she unchained me, and she kissed me on the lips tenderly.

"I hope you will come back," she said sweetly, as I dressed and let her walk me to the front door with my newly purchased boxes holding my chains, shackles, and a leash like the one Silkette wears.

"I will, and thank you," I said weakly and I made my way back home.

I called Lacey when I got home and told her my plan to be Silkette for the costume party. She was thrilled. She said she would hold the keys to my shackles and take control of my leash for the night, so my costume would be highly realistic. I shuddered with excitement.

The rest of my costume was easy to make, and I arrived at Lacey's house on the night of the party, with everything in a big bag, after deciding to dress at her house to give me courage. She answered the door already dressed in a sexy nurse costume, and she let me into her room to change. I was very nervous, so I closed the door and decided to dress in complete privacy. I stripped down and looked at myself in Lacey's mirror. My hips looked enormous and I blushed. I put on my collar, and slid the thin silk tie through the crack in my huge ass and clipped it to my collar. I turned sideways to see myself better in the mirror and I was embarrassed to see my giant butt exposed and jiggling in my outfit. I took a deep breath and finished dressing.

I needed help with the chains, so I told Lacey to come in and help me. When she entered the room, her eyes widened and she stared hard at my exposed, vulnerable body, especially staring at my big backside. "Oh my god, you look amazing," she said. "Walk around the room a little so I can watch the fat on your huge butt shake and jiggle," she ordered. I obeyed nervously. "Oh my god," she kept saying as she watched me.

She eagerly grabbed the shackles and chains and began locking them into place on my wrists, collar, and ankles, while she slapped and caressed my giant ass. I moaned with delight at her attention, and I was a little sorry when she finished and observed me. I was locked in chains, and except for my decision to leave my hair dark, I looked just like Silkette, the slave girl from Marra. Lacey was breathing heavily and smiling as she locked my leash into place on my collar, and she put the keys to my shackles in her purse. She held the end of my leash as she said, "Let's go get Timmy, and leave for the party. He's going to like the way you look, I think."

Timmy was standing in the living room as I was led by my leash out of Lacey's room, and he was dressed as a scientist of some kind. He turned to look at me and he nearly passed out as his knees buckled. Lacey smiled at his reaction, and she said, "Yes, she certainly has a big butt, doesn't she Timmy? Do you like the way it jiggles in her slave costume? You can see all of her huge, fat rump, can't you? She looks good in chains, too, doesn't she?" Timmy was obviously aroused and breathing heavily, but he didn't speak.

"I know," Lacey said, "let's give Laura's gigantic, jiggling backside a good spanking before we leave. It will help her get into character." Timmy blushed and laughed nervously. Even under his lab coat, his arousal was obvious.

Lacey giggled as she chained my leash to the an iron ring on her fireplace, and she told me to face the fireplace and put my hands on the wall so I could be in position to be spanked. "Good girl," she said as I obeyed, "now make your big, fat ass jiggle for me." I wasn't sure what she meant, so I just moved a little and swayed my big hips slightly, and I could feel my enormous rump jiggling with each movement as Lacey laughed with pleasure. I wondered what Timmy's face looked like as he watched.

I yelped as I felt Lacey's hand land firmly on my big butt, making a loud smacking noise, and causing me to stop breathing momentarily. She proceeded to give me the hardest spanking she had ever given me, and my eyes were tearing up a little as I struggled to keep breathing. I felt a tremendous wave of pleasure and happiness rush through my body with each loud smack on my big, shaking bottom. I was gasping in pain and joy. Lacey stopped after a while and lightly patted the biggest curve of my butt, causing my back to arch wildly, and my big rear end to tingle with delight.

"Timmy, come spank Laura's big butt," Lacey said suddenly. I heard a nervous whimper from Timmy as he stammered an unintelligible response. "Get over here Timmy, right now, I mean it!," she said forcefully. "Laura is chained to the wall, looking like Silkette the slave girl, and she needs you to give her giant, fat, completely exposed rump a good spanking, right now!"

I heard Timmy walk over to me, but I didn't dare turn my head. I didn't want him to see how humiliating and exciting this turn of events was for me. I waited quietly, but I made my huge ass jiggle a little for him, to entice him. Timmy giggled quietly and gave my big butt a few playful slaps. Even this, because it was Timmy touching my huge ass, excited me to no end. I wanted to beg him to let me go down on my knees and use my mouth to please him, or for him to chain me face down on his bed, and let him slide into me from behind as he mounted my enormous ass and spanked me all night. I was dizzy and my heart was fluttering as Lacey said, "All right then, let's go to the party." She unchained me and took control of my leash as we walked out the front door. I was too excited and heated up to speak, but I felt Timmy's equally excited eyes on my big, jiggling butt as I was walked on my leash, and this made me happy.

The party was a lot of fun, and my outfit and giant butt received a lot of attention. Lacey either held my leash, or chained me to some object in the room, so I was never free to wander around. She knew how to treat a slave girl, for sure. She spanked me and teased me about the huge size of my bottom, making sure to point out how big my ass is to anyone who came by. She let some of the guys at the party spank my big butt as well. She seemed to enjoy seeing me spanked. I didn't talk to Timmy much, but I could feel his eyes ogling my big, fat bottom all night.

Lacey still held my leash as we made it back to her house after the party. She looked so cute as a sexy nurse, I couldn't get over it. Timmy had run to the corner store to get some licorice, so Lacey and I were alone for a moment.

"Hey Laura," Lacey said, "Timmy is really shy and I don't think he has been with a woman yet." I thought that was probably true, although he was plenty cute enough to attract women.

"I know he has a big bottom fetish and he is wild about your big butt, and I think he has a big crush on you. Would you let me chain you to Timmy's bed tonight, like Silkette would be, so you can show him how to treat a slave girl and help him become more confident and sexual?"

I gasped and stammered, but she didn't wait for my response. She walked me to Timmy's room and chained my leash to the head of his bed. "He will be back, soon," she said, " so good luck." She giggled and left the room with me leashed to Timmy's bed, and my wrists and ankles still chained like a slave. There was so much blood in my face that I couldn't think and I was especially conscious of my huge butt after she told me Timmy is "wild" about it.

Timmy entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me there. I decided to obey Lacey and help Timmy learn about his sexuality. Besides, I was so excited I couldn't have helped myself anyway and I was chained to his bed. "Come in Timmy," I said smiling sweetly, "I want you to play with me."

Timmy was gasping for air as we walked toward me. "I hear you like girls with really big butts," I said. I turned around to show him my own big ass, and I asked him, "Is my bottom big enough for you?" I made the fat on my big ass jiggle for him.

"Y-yes," he answered. "I love how big your b-bottom is," he added. I smiled.

"Would you like me to bend my giant rump over your bed so you can pat it and slap it a little?," I asked nicely. "As you can see," I added, "I am chained to your bed, so I am your slave tonight. All you have to do is tell me what to do." My heart was racing with joy.

"Y-yes," he said quietly, "please bend your big butt over my bed so I can touch it."

"Yes, Master," I responded playfully. I bent over the edge of his bed, my huge ass sticking up in the air with the fat jiggling as I positioned myself for him. I felt his hand lightly touch my big rump and pat it carefully, and I squealed with absolute pleasure. "Would you enjoy slapping my big butt, Master?," I asked. My enormous ass felt big and sexy sticking up in the air like that, and I couldn't help myself. Timmy's palms were sweaty as he gave my big ass a good slap. I squealed again, loudly. He smacked my big butt again, a bit harder and I squirmed and gasped loudly.

"Would you like to tease me about the large size of my bottom as you spank me, Master?," I asked innocently. My face began to sweat a little and I felt flushed with heat.

I felt Timmy's hand land loudly on my giant ass again as he said, "You have the biggest butt I have ever seen." I moaned. Again his hand smacked the biggest part of my huge ass as he said, "Your butt is enormous and fat and needs to be spanked." He was getting the hang of this, I thought. He continued teasing me and spanking me for a very long time, my leash attached to his bed, and my wrists and ankles in shackles and chains. The thin silk strip wedged between my huge ass cheeks forced me to feel every jiggle and bounce of my big bottom. I was nearly passing out with pleasure, but I wanted to teach him more before I was completely gone.

I turned my head to see that he had taken off his lab coat and his excitement was incredible, embarrassing him for a moment. His face was sweating and red and he pulled back slightly when I looked back at him. "It's okay, Timmy," I said quickly. "You are being wonderful, and I love that the jiggling of my big butt excites you." I turned around and, on my knees, I kissed his delightful erection through his white scientist pants. He gasped in joy and exquisite agony.

"Would you like me to take you in my mouth, Timmy?," I asked. "I am your slave, and I would like to please you in any way." Without waiting for his response, I raised my shackled hands and unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down, and pulling down his briefs. I leaned forward and took that fantastically excited erection deep into my mouth and began to slide my head back and forth, my back arching in pleasure. Timmy moaned and placed his hands on my dark hair, guiding me back and forth, forcing himself deep inside my mouth. I was in heaven.

I didn't want him to finish yet, so I pulled my head back and looked up into his sweating face, and said, "Would you like to finish me from behind, Timmy? Would you like to slide yourself deep into my huge ass and make me writhe and moan in agonizing pleasure, as you spank me and enter my big butt over and over?" I thought my words would make him explode.

"Oh god, yes," he said. He flipped me around so I was again bent over the edge of his bed, and he unhooked the silk strip from my collar and slid it away from my giant, jiggling butt, exposing my huge ass utterly and completely. He slapped my big butt a few times, playfully, and before I could gasp or yell, I felt his erect penis slide deep into my gigantic rump, forcing me to yell unwillingly and gasp for air. He continued to spank me as he slid into me, deeply and forcefully, repeatedly, again and again, slapping my giant backside with every thrust. I was exploding and shuddering with joy and delight, shoving my big ass toward him, my chains clinking with each movement, until he erupted in a long wave of pleasure and I collapsed completely, utterly unable to think or speak. He caressed my giant sweating ass, unthinking and breathing hard, as I slowly began to compose myself, and I let myself reel in the enormous happiness and satisfaction I was feeling.




The Nerd and the Big Bottomed Girl



"God, you have a big butt," he said sweetly and softly, giving my still jiggling rump one more good slap. I turned slowly and kissed him fully on the lips and told him how wonderful he is.

He kept me chained and leashed to his bed as we slept together that night. I curled up with him happily. He patted and caressed my big bottom a lot, and I slept sweetly and deeply in his arms. In the morning, he got the keys to my shackles from Lacey, who was smiling wildly, and he unlocked my leash so I could make us some coffee. He left me chained by the wrist and ankles though, and reattached my leash when I came back with coffee. He kept me chained to his bed all weekend and treated me like his loving and devoted slave girl, telling me what to do, spanking me, and pleasuring himself in every way with me. I loved being Silkette!

After the weekend, Lacey and Timmy decided we should all go up to their family cabin in the mountains and stay for a couple of months, through the new year. They decided that I would be a full time, complete slave while we were staying at the cabin. I would be kept in chains, and forced to jiggle my huge ass for their pleasure, and be their plaything in any way they wished. They wanted to tie me up. spank me regularly, and make me their devoted and happy slave girl. Ah, Silkette, you are a wonderful inspiration! On the way up to the cabin, we all stopped at the Shop on J Street, to buy more chains, a cage, a gag and other items a slave might need, and the lovely shopkeeper was there to help. She smiled and laughed when she saw me led by my leash and my wrists and ankles still in chains. She loved my slave costume, she said, and she liked the way it showed off my huge, jiggling ass, so she made me try on a few others while everyone watched. Naturally we invited her to come up to the cabin and spank my huge butt, whenever she could find the time. She laughed and said she would absolutely find the time as often as possible. She really knows how to spank a big butt, so I can't wait for her to chain me to the wall.

Well, we are about to arrive at the cabin, so that is my story of the nerd and the big bottomed girl. It is a happy story, and I hope it never ends! Timmy is looking at me with a mischievous smile, so I hope he is thinking about giving a certain slave girl with a giant, jiggling bottom a good spanking! Oh joy!



The Nerd Conquest Pt. 01



**A Missed Test**

Chaos was the rule as it was every morning in the cafeteria. Mark found his usual place and sat down to enjoy a bowl of cereal with some orange juice. Despite its reputation for being the most important of meals, Mark usually skipped breakfast. Since his early morning exam was cancelled, Mark had some time to kill; he was going to grab something to eat then retreat back to the dorm for a few hours' sleep.

Mark always enjoyed watching people, and the cafeteria was the best place to do so. It provided an eclectic blend of nerds, jocks, metal heads, and any other stereotype one wanted to toss into the mix. Add to that a tight class schedule expedited by minimum wage kitchen help, and it became quite a scene to behold. No television program or book could ever match the drama unfolding during a single meal in Mark's college cafeteria.

Mark spied one girl in particular. She was short and skinny but well-toned, link a runner or a gymnast. Mark almost said something to her a few minutes prior when she cut in front of him in the cereal line. As she stole a spot front of Mark to join a male friend, the girl's flowery perfume assaulted Mark's senses. Mark didn't know whether to complain about her line jumping or the obnoxious smell; opting for his usual passive approach, however, Mark let the slight go. He had plenty of time after all.

Mark did wonder why the skinny girl was with this particular guy. She usually ate lunch about the same time Mark did and always sat with a different person, someone Mark assumed was her boyfriend. The guy she was hanging out with this morning was someone new. 

Mark was probably reading more into the situation than he needed to. She was probably just using the guy to secure her expedited place in line or maybe the two of them were just friends. It was entirely possible that the girl wasn't cheating on her regular guy.

Mark fought to keep his eyes open; he was looking forward to another chance at some sleep. Mark spent most of the previous night studying for the literature test and only managed to get a couple hours' shuteye. Even if happy to have another week of study time, Mark was annoyed about giving up the previous night's rest for nothing.

Preferring to focus on technology and computers, Mark had put off taking the literature class as long as he could. He was entering his senior year, however. If he wanted to finish school, he needed those credits. This was the price he had to pay if he expected a high paying job with some new tech startup. Mark did want that job. It was everything he worked so hard for. 

Mark never boasted much of a social life even with the other computer science majors. His peers were big into online gaming, something Mark never really cared for. He convinced his parents to pay extra dorm rent so he wouldn't have to live with a roommate. Mark rarely drank or went out, and, despite living in a coed dorm, he didn't talk much to girls.

Mark was certainly never mistaken for a male model, but he didn't look like a stereotypical computer science major either. He stood about five feet nine inches with dirty blonde hair. He was a little soft around the middle but nowhere near obese. His skin was pale; his face was round and nondescript with hazel eyes. Most of the time, Mark dressed in khakis or jeans, a polo shirt, and white sneakers. Mark was the kind of guy who could easily get lost in any crowd, and he was fine with that.

Mark did manage to land a girlfriend during his sophomore year. He really liked Lucy too; Mark assumed they would graduate together and eventually get married. Even though she wasn't a computer major herself, Lucy understood her reclusive boyfriend. She was everything Mark wanted in a girl.

Lucy was short and petite with curly red hair. Like Mark, her skin was pale except for freckles on her face, arms, and legs. She usually wore push-up bras to enhance her small breasts; other than that, she never chose clothing that would draw attention to her body. While not as shy as her boyfriend at the time, Lucy didn't participate in many extracurricular activities. She focused instead on her studies and was very close with her family, especially her two sisters.

Mark and Lucy had sex twice, but both times were awkward and admittedly unfulfilling. Before hooking up with Mark, Lucy had been with only one other person, her high school boyfriend. Mark was completely inexperienced and, consequently, almost mechanical in bed. Despite his sexual deficiencies, Lucy was patient with and kind to Mark. For Lucy, it was more about the connection than sex anyway.

Mark and Lucy's relationship started to deteriorate when the school assigned Lucy a new roommate. Janice entered Lucy's life after being kicked out of her sorority house and forced back to the dormitory. Janice never said what happened at the sorority, and Lucy never asked. While the arrangement was nowhere near Janice's preference, Lucy's social status improved exponentially.

Janice was tall and athletic with long jet-black hair and tanned skin. Janice exuded confidence at all times and too often looked down on anyone who didn't meet her exacting standards. Janice almost always wore revealing clothing, and she enjoyed the attention her risqué wardrobe afforded her. 

This is not to say Janice was a slut. She rarely dated and looked at having sex as a concession of power to the other person.

Janice was the whole package. She was more than a beautiful face and a perfect body; Janice was smart, damn smart. She was admitted to college on a full-ride scholarship and was hoping to get into medical school. She couldn't remember the last time she got stuck with anything less than an "A" in class, and, most importantly, she networked well among key student and faculty members.

Getting kicked out of the sorority was a blow not only to Janice's ego but also to her ambitions. Her network of well-connected student families was taken from her in a manner she considered unjust and unacceptable. This setback was such a point of contention with Janice that none of her friends, Lucy included, dared bring it up.

After getting kicked out of her sorority, Janice needed a new group of friends, a void she filled in part with her new roommate. Happy to step in, Lucy enjoyed the company of her new beautiful and smart friend. As Janice built her networks back up, Lucy also benefited. For the first time in her young life, Lucy found herself running with the popular crowd, and Janice was happy to have a new wingman. The only issue the new roommates had was that Janice wasn't about to make any room for Lucy's 'creepy' boyfriend.

While Janice never directly told Lucy to drop Mark, Janice made it clear that Lucy could do better. Janice started taking Lucy to bars and introducing Lucy to a number of potential new suitors. 

As Lucy ascended through social circles, old friends and acquaintances found themselves on the outside looking in. This was no more evident than with her relationship to Mark. As happens in relationships, Lucy and Mark found their lives moving in different directions. The writing was on the Mark's wall; Lucy's life had taken a turn that wouldn't include her geeky boyfriend.

To make matters worse, Mark overreacted to Lucy's budding friendship with Janice. He knew that Lucy was drifting away from him, and he tried anything and everything to keep Lucy from Janice's social circles. Mark made Lucy feel guilty for spending time with Janice and was suspicious of everything his girlfriend did; his tactics only served to push Lucy further away.

By the end of Mark's sophomore year, his relationship with Lucy was over. Devastated and angry, Mark just wanted to finish school and move on with his life. He couldn't make himself enjoy the remainder of his time in college. For him, finishing school was now just another step toward his life outside academia.

Since Mark lived in the same dorm as Lucy and Janice, he would pass them in the lobby from time to time. At first he would wave at Lucy who would smile back at him. Eventually the waves turned to head nods which became nothing at all. It was as though they never even knew each other. 

Despite his fears to the contrary, Mark did survive to see his senior year; graduation was finally in sight. He was going to push his way through his last few classes and get a great job. "Get the job first," Mark always told himself. He figured the rest would follow. Once he had the job, he would get the girl, the house, and who knows what else. He just had to get through college, the sooner the better.

After his breakfast, Mark made his way back to the dorm. He would be hitting the sack just as most of the other residents were starting their day. Mark knew the dorms would be quiet, something they rarely were overnight. He enjoyed the silence.

Mark used his keycard to buzz into the living area and headed past the mailboxes toward the elevator. Of course, the elevator was broken down; it was almost always out of order. Mark again momentarily regretted his decision to live on the seventh floor. Such regret was wasteful, though. His focus was on getting some sleep even if that meant a seven-story climb.

The first two floors of the dormitory were occupied by girls then the floors split between men and women with male dorm rooms on the third, fifth and seventh floors. Each of the lower six floors was split into two sections separated by a foyer area. The seventh floor, Mark's floor, only had one hall of dorm rooms. 

Since the seventh floor was laid out differently from the rest of the building, the main staircase and elevator bays stopped at the sixth floor. To get to the top floor, Mark would have to walk through the sixth floor foyer to another set of stairs past the elevators. This was okay with Mark because Lucy lived on the sixth floor. If the sixth floor hallway door was open, he could see down to Lucy's room, something he still made a practice of checking out more than a year after their breakup.

As Mark walked through the sixth floor foyer, he thought he heard a familiar voice. Could it be? Mark felt a chill race down his spine. It was Lucy.

"I'll be back in a minute," Mark heard his ex-girlfriend say. "I have to get a quick shower. I'll meet you downstairs."

Mark looked down the hallway, and, sure enough, he saw Lucy headed toward the sixth floor showers. The redhead was wrapped in a towel and was carrying a basket of shampoo, soaps, and other necessities. Mark couldn't believe his eyes.

Mark felt like a deer in headlights with a Mack truck bearing down on him. He couldn't move. He was excited. He was scared. What should he do?

Mark jumped into a study room by the stairwell. His breathing was heavy, and his whole body shook. How could Lucy still have such an effect on him? Mark hoped the redhead didn't see him spying on her. Just to be sure, he decided to wait a few minutes before venturing back into the hallway. The last thing Mark needed was Lucy thinking he was some pervert stalker.

Mark sat down at one of the desks; he rested his head in his hands and tried to breath. He could feel his chest expanding and retracting as he regained his composure. Why couldn't he let it go? Lucy was out of his life, and he had to find a way to accept it.

After a few minutes, Mark figured it would be safe to get out of there. If his ex-girlfriend saw him, at least she didn't make a scene about it. Either way, it was time to go. As he stood up to leave, however, Mark heard Lucy's voice once again. Mark knew it would be best to move on, but he just couldn't force himself out of that room. 

After a not-so-quick investigation, Mark noticed a hole in the wall behind one of the desks. Ignoring his better judgment, Mark looked through the void and saw clearly into one of the dormitory shower stalls. There was a naked girl in the stall; it was Lucy!

Mark couldn't believe his eyes. He reflexively jumped away; he slid the desk back over the peephole and started to leave the study room. Just as Mark tried to open the door, however, his better judgment failed him. He turned around and moved the desk back out from the wall. Mark knew he was making a mistake, but he just couldn't let an opportunity like this pass him by. He had seen Lucy naked before. One more time wouldn't hurt. 

Mark looked back into the hole and examined his ex-girlfriend's naked body. Watching Lucy shower without her knowledge excited Mark even more than he could have imagined. His feelings of love, passion, revenge, and risk manifest themselves in the form of a massive erection. 

Mark rationalized his voyeurism with various arguments of how Lucy's attitude towards him somehow afforded him the opportunity for payback and how he had seen her before anyway. Mark ultimately decided that his actions, while potentially wrong, would provide some sort of emotional closure for him. One last look then he would move on for good; he would let Lucy go forever.

Mark watched water run down Lucy's back, over her ass, and down her legs. Each movement highlighted the twin dimples gracing the small of Lucy's back. Those dimples were one of Mark's favorite things about Lucy's body.

Mark backed out of sight instinctively as Lucy turned towards him. Realizing she couldn't see his prying eyes, Mark returned to his peephole. Mark gasped aloud at the sight of Lucy's shaved pussy. When Mark and Lucy dated, she was trimmed but never completely bare. It even looked like Lucy's tits had grown. While still small, they were noticeably more developed than the last time Mark had access to them.

Mark felt his erection pressing uncomfortably against his Khakis; he reached down to adjust his pants. As if by instinct alone, Mark started rubbing himself. Fully aware of what a bad idea this was, Mark continued watching his ex-girlfriend in the shower and pleasuring himself through his trousers. Unable to hold off any longer, Mark proceeded to do something else he would never, under normal circumstances, do in such a publicly available venue.

Mark unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. After a half-hearted privacy check, Mark grabbed a chair and sat down next to the hole; he pushed his pants and underwear to his ankles then pulled his shirt up to his chest. Mark contorted his body so he could see into the restroom and still stroke himself. Considering the intensity of the situation and Mark's recent lack of activity, he wasn't able to hold his load for more than a minute or so. He spewed semen all over his stomach and hand.

After evacuating his load, the realization of what just happened rushed over Mark. He grabbed a sheet of notebook paper from his backpack, crinkled it up, and wiped himself clean. He then awkwardly stood up, repositioned his manhood, and pulled his pants back up; he let the wad of paper and goo drop to the floor. 

As he sat back down, Mark saw something that would change his life forever. "Janice...What are you..."

"Hi, Mark," Janice responded with an evil laugh. "Long time no see." 

Mark scanned his thoughts quickly in search of some reasonable explanation for what Janice just saw, any acceptable scenario for what she witnessed. 

"I was...I know how this..." Mark muttered.

"I know what you were doing, Mark," Janice snapped as she made a note of her mobile phone. "I've got video of the whole thing."

"You've got...You did video...What?"

"That's right, pervert. You're going to be famous."

"Janice...Please...You can't."

"I can't what?"

"You can't...The video."

"I can," Janice replied with a simple smile waiving the phone in Mark's face. "I can, and I fucking will."

"Please, Janice. Please don't. You can't."

"Shut it," Janice ordered. "How 'bout I do the talking?"

"But..."

"Shut it, perv." Janice demanded again before motioning with her finger for Mark to wait. "Hold it right there. I'll be back." Janice then turned away from Mark and walked out of the study room.

Not knowing what else to do, Mark sat quietly in the chair imagining what would happen if Janice did anything with that video. He was caught spying on the women's shower and, even worse, openly masturbating. It felt like a dream to Mark, as though this somehow wasn't really happening to him. He begged himself to wake up from his nightmare. 

Mark thought about getting kicked out of school, being humiliated to his friends and family, and losing his shot at a great job. Everything he worked so hard for, everything he had been dreaming of, would be gone. Just like that, Janice would crush every good part of his life. Mark could even possibly be charged with public indecency. It would be on his permanent record.

Mark remembered reading about a similar incident in the student newspaper a couple years back. He didn't even want to imagine what would happen if his activity found its way to the student press. All of his classmates would find out about what he did. He would become the school laughingstock.

It only made matters worse knowing that it was Janice who held his fate in her manipulative hands. It was like she was somehow sent from Hell to destroy his life. First Janice convinced Lucy to drop him; Now this.

After several anxious minutes, Mark stood up from the chair and started pacing the room. Where the hell was Janice? Why was she taking so long?

Mark looked at his watch nervously every few seconds. After ten minutes, he thought about stepping out of the room to find Janice. He didn't want to test Janice's patience, though. She told him to stay put, and Mark was at her mercy. Besides, Mark feared Janice was taking so long because she was waiting on campus police to show up.

The silence was driving Mark crazy. His hands were shaking violently, and he felt lightheaded; sweat poured out of his body as though he was running a marathon. He worried that he would pass out right there in the study room and would wake up at the campus police station. Mark continued to pace and panic. After 30 minutes, Mark started to suspect that Janice might not be coming back at all. Would she just leave him there?

After 45 minutes, Mark promised himself that he would leave the study room at the hour mark. As the deadline passed, Mark moved the target to 90 minutes. In actuality, Mark waited alone in the empty room almost three hours before finally giving up on Janice's return. He ventured briefly down the sixth floor hallway and asked a couple of girls if they knew who Janice was and where she went to. The girls claimed ignorance.

Not knowing what else to do, Mark headed back to his dorm room. He figured he would grab a quick snack then go to his afternoon classes. Mark hoped getting back to his routine would help himself forget about his rendezvous with Janice.

The long walk to his dorm room felt like that of a prisoner to sentencing. Mark didn't know when or where Janice was going to show her face; he did know she wasn't going to leave him be. There was no way Janice would let leverage as powerful as that video go unused.

For better or worse, Mark didn't have to wait for Janice's response. Upon opening his dorm room door, Mark saw a pink envelope on his floor. Without a doubt, Mark knew it was from Janice. He remembered those bright envelopes from his time with Lucy. Janice always had a stack of the gaudy stationary sitting on her desk.

Nervously, Mark picked up the envelope and ripped it open. His stomach dropped as he pulled out a single piece of paper with a vague note: "Sorry I missed you. I'll call you later." The message was punctuated with a red lipstick kiss.

Forgetting his snack, Mark stuffed the envelope into his backpack and headed off to class. Mark knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate, but he had to force himself through the motions. Mark would have to fight through his afternoon lectures and try the best he could to put Janice's video out of his mind.




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 01



Mark took the stairs back down to the sixth floor elevator. Part of Mark hoped to run into Janice or Lucy on his way out. The sixth floor hallway and foyer were empty, however, allowing Mark a clear path out of the dormitory. The senior computer science major chose to walk across campus rather than taking the bus. The walk did little to clear his head.

As bad as he expected it to be, Mark's afternoon was much worse. He couldn't focus on his classes; instead he played through various humiliating and even devastating scenarios in his head. Mark almost wished Janice just called the campus police right away. At least then, Mark would know what he was facing even if it was the worst case scenario.

After class, Mark made his way back to the dorm. He couldn't muster the courage to stop by Janice and Lucy's room, but he still hoped to run into them. He didn't. In fact, Mark made it through supper and the rest of his evening without any sign of either girl. Mark almost always saw the roommates at the evening meal considering that their dorm was right next to the dining hall and that they all normally ate about the same time. This night would, of course, be the exception.

After supper, Mark spent the rest of the night pacing around his dorm. He ventured out of his room twice, each time planning to pay Lucy and Janice a visit; he lost courage both times. 

After forcing himself through a programming assignment, Mark took a couple of sleeping pills and went to bed. Even with the medicinal influence, however, Mark couldn't get any rest. He spent the night tossing and turning trying to figure out what Janice was planning.

Just as Mark started to doze off, he heard a knock on his door. Looking at his cell phone, he saw that it was four o'clock. Could it be Janice? Would she show up at his doorstep this early in the morning?

Mark stumbled through the dark toward his door. While the sleeping pills didn't do much to help him rest, they certainly impaired his ability to navigate the dark dorm room. After struggling with his lock, Mark finally managed to open the door. Surprisingly, however, no one was there. Mark figured it was some drunk freshman making an ass of himself. As Mark started to close the door, he noticed another pink envelope on the floor. It was a second message from Janice.

Mark's eyes burned as he ignited the harsh fluorescent lights. Without letting his vision adjust, Mark ripped the pink envelope open and tried to decipher the message. "Study room. 5:00 a.m.," the card read with another lipstick signature.

"So this is it?" Mark said to himself. "At least I'll know what's going on." As odd as it was to be summoned so early in the morning, Mark was thankful for an end to his wait. 

Mark thought about trying to get thirty minutes sleep before heading to the study room, but he realized the chances of getting any rest were slim. Instead, he figured to take a shower. The warm water would at the very least help him shake off the lingering effects from his sleeping pills.

Mark spent all of his extra time letting the warm water rush over his head and down his back. Distracted by the meeting ahead of him, a task as simple as washing his hair became an extraordinary challenge. Mark acted out his upcoming meeting in his head. He considered how he would greet Janice and how he would apologize to Lucy if given the opportunity. Most of all, Mark planned to beg his ex-girlfriend and her roommate for mercy. He knew there was no room for pride or attitude. He had no ground to stand on, no case to make.

After his shower, Mark slipped into his Khakis and a polo shirt. With about fifteen minutes to spare, Mark decided to make his way to the study room. Mark was scared, more scared than at any point in his life.

**Janice Speaks**

As was to be expected at five o'clock on a Friday morning, the study room was empty. Mark noticed a laptop beside the doorway on a small table. The computer was open and on, but the user was logged out. Mark figured that someone was probably pulling an all-nighter and locked her screen before taking a break or catching some sleep. With the way things disappeared in college dormitories, leaving an unattended computer behind wasn't a spectacular idea.

Mark paced the study room floor checking his watch every couple of minutes. It was an outdated calculator watch. Even though Mark never used the calculator, he always thought it was cool, nostalgic even.

Every second seemed like a minute. Every minute seemed like an hour.

At five o'clock sharp, Mark heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," Mark said nervously. 

Slowly, the door opened, but the entrant wasn't Janice or Lucy. It was a very young looking blonde girl with a bob haircut, pink plastic glasses, and braces. The girl's hair was messed up, and she was wearing an almost form-fitting Hello Kitty nightshirt. She obviously just got out of bed; her hair was messed up and she wasn't wearing any makeup or a bra.

Considering his situation, Mark found it ironic how quickly he was to notice the girl's lack of undergarment. 

The girl stepped timidly into the study room leaving the door open behind herself. "Are you Mark?"

"Yes." Mark figured the girl was a friend of Janice's, but he wasn't about to inquire.

"Okay," the girl responded fighting to keep her eyes open. "I'm supposed to get your clothes."

"What?" Mark asked. "I don't even know you."

"Oh well," the girl responded impatiently. "I wanna get s'more sleep before class. I was told to come get your clothes. You gonna give 'em over or what?"

"I don't know. Are you sure..."

"Oh well. Fine then." The blonde turned around and stumbled back toward the door, slippers sliding along the tile floor.

"Wait," Mark proclaimed. "I'll do it. Just give me a minute."

The girl turned around slowly. If she was at all interested in seeing Mark strip naked, she wasn't letting on. Instead, she acted as though having to wait for a look at Mark's naked body was an inconvenience.

"Could we close the door?" Mark queried pointing at the still ajar door facing the 6th floor elevators. "Anyone could walk by and see me."

"No."

"But..."

"You have 30 seconds to get undressed or you can deal with Janice. Okay?"

"Fine." Mark pulled his Polo shirt over his head. He was embarrassed by his modest belly and love handles especially in the presence of such a young athletic female. Mark held the shirt toward the girl who shrugged and motioned her head toward an empty table. Mark paused before folding his shirt and setting it on the surface.

Mark knelt down to untie and remove his brown leather shoes and socks then put them on the table beside his shirt. Realizing his pants were next to come off, Mark again paused nervously.

"Really," the blonde said cocking her head. "You stalling me?"

"Sorry," Mark replied as he started removing his belt. Mark thought about asking the blonde to turn around, but he knew what her answer would be. 

As Mark pulled his pants down over his black underwear, his dick bulged beneath his briefs. Mark wondered who the young the girl demanding his clothes was. She had to be a freshman, Mark figured. She couldn't be much older than 18. In a way, the girl reminded Mark of his own younger sister.

Still wearing his briefs, Mark folded his pants then placed them on his growing pile of clothes. "There you go," Mark said extending his arms to display his body. He knew such modesty was probably a lost cause but had to try.

"Really?" the girl asked rhetorically. "I told you I want to get back to bed."

"These too?" Mark asked feigning surprise. He tugged on his underwear's waistband circling his hips.

"What do you think?" The girl put a hand on her side and patted her foot against the floor in disgust.

"Sorry," Mark replied. He took another look at the open door ensuring the coast was clear. He quickly slid the black briefs down his legs while trying to cover his crotch. He put the underwear inside his folded pants and extended the completed pile of clothes to the girl.

"That too," the girl said pointing at his watch.

Mark removed the calculator watch while keeping his now fully erect penis covered as best he could. The girl motioned for Mark to add his cell phone to the pile of clothes. Mark complied and again offered up the stack. Considering Mark had nothing left to remove or add to the pile, the young blonde accepted his offering.

"What now?" Mark asked moving both hands over his crotch.

"I don't know," the girl responded. She took a second to examine Mark, pathetic as he was, and shuffled lazily out of the study room.

As soon as the girl was gone, Mark pressed himself against the wall behind the still open door. He started toward the entryway but gave up on closing it when he heard a group of girls making their way to breakfast or whatever they had going on so early in the day. 

Mark shimmied to the back corner of the study room and slid an orange leather chair in front of his naked body. He crouched down on the floor where he planned to wait for further instructions. If anyone wondered into the room, his small chair would never give Mark full cover, but it was all he had.

Where the fuck was Janice? More than ever, Mark just wanted to get past whatever juvenile game she was playing and move on with his life. Since Janice left Mark alone in the room for most of the previous morning, Mark worried that she might leave him stranded there naked. Maybe this was Janice's plan, to abandon him there until someone called the police.

Finally, Mark heard a voice, Janice's voice. "Mark...Hello. Mark?"

"Hello," Mark responded peering over the orange chair and looking for the voice. 

"Over here, dumbass. The computer." 

Mark realized that Janice was probably video chatting with him over the laptop by the door. Since the computer only displayed a screensaver, Mark couldn't see who was on the other end of his conversation. Janice could see Mark, but Mark couldn't see her. Of course, Janice was probably once again recording his every move.

"Hello," Mark answered.

"Come over here, Mark. Don't be shy."

Mark carefully stepped out from behind the chair clutching his dick with both hands. He knew that Janice could see him; what he didn't know is how many people Janice was sharing the other end of their conversation with. Mark assumed the worst.

Mark carefully made his way to the computer. He realized that while standing out in the open, he would also be completely exposed to anyone walking past the study room. As he again started toward the door to close it, the computer ordered him to "leave it open."

Mark stepped up to the laptop. Since there was no chair, he knelt down on one knee and looked into the camera.

"Stand up, Mark," Janice ordered. "No need to be lazy."

"What...What do you want from me?" Mark asked timidly.

"What do I want? I just want what's best for you, Mark. Right now, that's teaching you a lesson."

"I understand," Mark lied. "What's it you want me to do?"

"I want you to do whatever I say. Is there a problem with that?"

"No problem. Not...Not at all."

"Good," Janice replied. "Yesterday, you stared through the peephole at Lucy while she was in the shower. This morning, I need you to go to that same shower stall so we can watch you."

"You want me to go into the showers?" Mark questioned nervously. "The girls' showers?"

"That's right," Janice said through the computer. "Make sure you get in the same shower stall Lucy was in yesterday."

"But, I can't," Mark protested. "That's the girls' shower. I can't go in there, not like this."

"Oh, you can't go in there? You didn't have any problem spying on Lucy when she was in the shower yesterday. It didn't bother you that she was naked? Did it?"

"But, Janice..."

"Go now," Janice demanded.

"How long do I have to stay in there?" Mark asked.

"Go fucking now," Janice said. "I'm not going to tell you again."

"Can you just tell me how long I have to stay there?" Mark pleaded.

The computer didn't respond.

"Janice, please."

Again, there was no response from the computer.

**A Trip to the Shower Room**

Mark looked around the empty study room assessing his situation. He could try to make his way back to his dorm room. Of course, he was completely naked and didn't have his wallet, keys, or even his phone. More so, if Mark bailed on Janice, he knew Janice would upload that video of him masturbating while spying on his ex-girlfriend. In addition to being publicly humiliated, Mark would probably be kicked out of school and possibly even arrested.

Through the study room wall, Mark could hear the showers running. There was no chatter, but Mark realized at least one girl was probably in there. Mark also understood that the showers would fill up quickly after six o'clock. If he was going to have a chance to get in and hopefully back out of the showers before the rest of the sixth floor girls woke up, he had no time to waste.

Mark understood what he had to do. He would have to streak out of the study room into the foyer. Assuming no one saw him there, he would then have to make his way down the sixth floor hallway, about twenty feet, to the girls' showers. From there, he would sneak in and find the shower Lucy was in the day before. The odds of doing all this without being caught seemed slim to none. Still, Mark realized he didn't have a choice, at least not a good one. 

Covering himself to the best of his ability, Mark approached the study room door. He looked into the foyer which was at least momentarily empty. The room around him spun as he stepped through the doorway. The air was cooler than in the study room. The foyer seemed vast with no place to hide. It was like he was on display in one of those department store windows just waiting for someone to walk by.

Knowing he couldn't spend too much time by the elevators, Mark jogged towards Janice's dormitory hallway holding his manhood as best he could. Mark cracked open the door and looked down the hallway just in time to see someone stepping into the showers. Fortunately, the girl, who didn't appear completely awake yet, failed to see Mark spying on her.

Mark's only hope was to give the girl time to find a shower stall herself before following her into the restroom. Of course, every second Mark waited on her was another second he had to stand in the sixth floor hallway completely naked.

Mark counted off about 30 seconds. He was just about to jump into the hallway when he heard the elevator open in the foyer behind him. A couple of girls were talking to each other. There was another hallway on the other side of the elevators, but Mark had to assume the voices were headed his way. 

As Mark started walking toward the shower room door, his stomach dropped. The gravity of what he was about to do hit him like a brick. He thought about turning back, but the people from the elevator were possibly right behind him. Mark's only chance to avoid explaining himself was to duck into the showers and hope for the best.

Mark peaked inside the shower room door. He saw a line of sinks, and, fortunately, there were no girls in sight. Just as he stepped into the facility, he heard the girls from the elevator walking past the door behind him.

Now that Mark was in the shower room, he knew he had to make it to an open stall quickly. He couldn't be standing out in the open when someone else walked in or when any of the girls currently showering stepped outside their stalls. Once in a shower stall himself, Mark would at least have somewhere to hide.

Mark turned the corner and made his way between two rows of showers. Judging where the study room was relative to where he was standing, Mark figured Lucy's shower from the day before had to be one of the two units against the back wall, most likely the stall to his right. 

As Mark stepped past the first shower, he saw a naked girl's silhouette through the white plastic curtain. As beautiful as the foggy brown figure looked to Mark, he wished the stalls had doors; the curtains only increased his chances of getting caught. His shadow, after all, would be every bit as visible through the plastic divider.

Just as Mark made it a third of the way down the row, he heard the shower room door open behind him. Someone else was coming into the showers! Realizing he had to move quickly, Mark ran to the last shower on his right and started to pull open the curtain. He stopped himself just in time, however, realizing the shower was occupied. Out of time, Mark darted over a bench and into the stall on his left even though he didn't think it was the correct stall.

After closing the curtain, Mark pressed himself against the back wall waiting for one of the girls to scream or protest his intrusion. When such a response didn't follow, Mark assumed he made it into the stall without being seen. After waiting another minute to be sure he was undetected, Mark inspected the back wall for peepholes. Nothing. As he suspected, Lucy's shower was the stall opposite his, the shower with the girl currently in it. Mark was going to have to wait for the girl to finish then dart across the center area to her shower. 

Mark made sure his white plastic curtain was closed all the way and turned the shower water on; he wanted to avoid anyone accidently walking in on him. Waiting for the girl in the opposite shower to finish, Mark took account of his surroundings. The shower room had two rows of five shower stalls each. The showers were separated by about six feet of open space and narrow wooden benches. 

Against the opposite wall, where Mark entered the room at, was a counter with five sinks; the sinks separated the showers from a separate area where the restroom stalls were located. Mark realized the sink area could create a problem for him trying to get across the open area between showers. Once the girls were done with their showers, they would likely move to a sink to fix their hair and makeup. If any girl at the sink turned around while he was between shower stalls, Mark would be exposed.

Mark could only hope that any girls at the mirror would be focused on their makeup and hair; they wouldn't be expecting a naked dude jumping from one shower to another behind them. At least that's what Mark had to hope.

Mark cowered in the corner of his shower; he peeked through the curtain at the opposite stall every few minutes. What was taking that girl so long? Mark wasn't sure what time it was exactly, but it had to be almost six o'clock.

Finally, Mark saw the shower curtain opposite his open up. Behind it, a young girl wearing only a blue towel around her head emerged into the walkway. Seeing the naked girl stunned Mark for a moment, but he was able to regain his bearings and retreat to the corner of his shower. Since the girl didn't scream or try to cover her exposed body, Mark assumed she didn't notice him watching her through the foggy curtain.

After a few seconds, Mark risked peeking out from behind his curtain once again. The girl from the opposite shower was standing at the sink area still wearing only the towel around her head. Mark figured about three or four of the other shower stalls were full. He would have to either make a break for it behind the naked girl at the sinks or he would have to wait for her to leave. If Mark waited, though, someone else might claim the stall he needed to be in. 

Realizing this might be his best opportunity, Mark decided he was going to risk switching showers. Mark peaked out of the stall and surveyed the area on final time. The naked girl was in the process of removing the towel from her head and wrapping it around her body. While she was focused on securing the towel around her chest, Mark jumped out of his shower stall, hurdled the bench, and dove into the opposite shower. Mark realized that he forgot to turn off the water in his first stall, but there was no way he was going back. 




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 01



Mark was quite impressed with himself. Considering everything he had to do to get to this shower stall, he managed quite well.

Mark immediately surveyed the wall for the peep hole. It was well hidden, but, sure enough, there was a small void under the soap cradle. Mark looked through the hole and saw clearly into the study room. Strangely enough, the room was empty. He fully expected to see Janice and Lucy in there waiting for him.

"So now what?" Mark whispered to himself. "It's not like I'm ever getting out of here."

Again, Mark turned the shower water on in hopes of avoiding an awkward reveal. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, but he figured Janice would have something planned for him. Again remembering the previous day when Janice left him hanging in the study room, Mark considered the possibility that she planned on stranding him in the women's showers without even his clothes.

As nervous as Mark was, he was also excited. This was by far the most adventurous thing he had ever attempted. Being naked in the girls shower room and running the risk of getting caught at any time thrilled him more than he could have ever imagined. As the high-pressure shower blasted into his body, he felt like he was about to blow his load all over the tile floor. Mark was tempted to reach down and, with a few quick strokes, relieve his own pressure. He wasn't about to risk it, though.

As Mark leaned down again to peak into the study room, he heard someone enter the shower stall next to his. Mark wondered if it was Janice or Lucy. Maybe it was the young blonde from earlier that morning. Mark figured he could easily boost himself up and look over the dividing wall, but he realized that was a bad idea. Chances were that it was some random girl getting ready for class.

"Shit," a voice complained from outside Mark's shower. "Looks like we have a full house this morning. That's what I get for sleeping in."

"No worries," another girl responded from a couple showers down. "You can take this one. I'm almost done."

"What about me?" another girl said presumably joining the shower queue. "Hurry up, ladies. Some of us have to get to class."

"Like you're the only one with classes," yet another voice joined in the discussion from an occupied shower stall.

Mark realized the showers were filling up and it would be at least a couple of hours before the activity died down. Through his curtain, he could see the silhouettes of several girls, each wrapped in a towel, along the center bench. If anyone peaked into his shower, he would have nowhere to hide, and there would be no way he could leave his stall without getting caught. 

As was his best and only option, Mark pressed his back into the shower's corner waiting and hoping to hear from Janice or Lucy. 

Mark once again peaked though the hole under the soap dish looking for any signs of life in the study room; there were none. Just as he lifted his head, however, his shower curtain whipped open. Aluminum rings scraped against the metal rod as cold air from outside the shower swept over Mark's body. Instinctively, Mark dropped to the tile floor clutching his arms around his bent knees.

"There you are," Janice whispered closing the curtain behind herself. Just like the other girls, she was wrapped in a white bath towel; her straight black hair was tied neatly in a ponytail. "Get up, why don't you?"

Without a word, Mark stood to his feet cupping his hands over his erect cock. He worried that the other girls would hear Janice talking to him. Janice, after all, wasn't making even the slightest attempt to whisper.

Janice looked seductively at Mark as she started to undo her towel. She spread the towel open like wings behind her body. To Mark's dismay, Janice only revealed that she was wearing a red bikini.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Janice joked at Mark's obvious disappointment. "You don't like my bikini?"

Mark didn't answer obviously wanting to avoid drawing any attention to himself. His couldn't boast the deepest of voices, but his talking certainly wouldn't go unnoticed in the crowded shower facility.

"What's wrong?" Janice joked. "Cat got your tongue?"

Mark cringed holding his finger over his mouth begging Janice to be quiet.

"Oh, I get it," Janice teased. "You want me to shut up."

Mark nodded hopefully.

Janice leaned into Mark's ear and whispered her demands. "I'm going to sit outside your shower with my phone, and you're going to give me another show, just like you did yesterday."

"What?" Mark whispered emphatically. "I can't do..."

"You can do it," Janice continued. "You will do it. Then I'll get you a towel and help get you out of here."

"But, I can't..."

"You can," Janice said. "You will." She gave Mark a kiss on the cheek as she wrapped the towel back around her body. She then slid the shower curtain back open and stepped away from Mark. As promised, Janice left Mark's curtain open and positioned herself on the bench facing his shower. She picked up her phone and pointed the camera at Mark. Janice held the phone casually against her stomach so as to not draw attention to herself. "Better hurry up," Janice mouthed to her terrified and excited star.

Mark surveyed his surroundings. He hoped the shower stall behind Janice was still empty; he assumed it was vacant since he left the curtain closed and the water running. He knew there were multiple girls standing around the sink area and at least a couple girls sitting on the benches just down from Janice. Mark didn't want to whack himself off for Janice's camera yet again, but she had him in yet another terribly compromising position. He could get caught at any moment.

Janice rolled her hand in front of her body encouraging Mark to get on with his show.

Mark knew what he was about to do would only give Janice more leverage. He also knew, she wouldn't hesitate to strand him there or, worse, call campus police on him.

Mark closed his eyes and grabbed his right hand around his dick. This was nowhere near the first time Mark initiated such activity in the shower. During other such occasions, however, Mark had a significantly greater expectation of privacy. 

Mark began stroking himself and immediately felt blood rushing to his penis. The risk of getting caught both enhanced Mark's excitement and distracted him from his task. He wanted to get the process over quickly, something that wasn't normally an issue, but his body wasn't cooperating.

Finally, after almost rubbing himself raw, Mark's body recoiled and shot cum all over the shower floor in front of him. 

Janice broke into uproarious laughter likely grabbing the attention of any surrounding girls.

Mark was humiliated, perhaps even more than he was the day before in the study room. He immediately grabbed the curtain and pulled it closed between Janice and himself. He assumed Janice would yank it back open, but Mark couldn't remain in her sight any longer, at least not voluntarily. Mark watched Janice through the foggy curtain; he had no idea what she would do next.

Janice stepped out of Mark's view for just a few seconds then returned to his shower. Thankfully, she closed the curtain behind herself. She handed Mark a white towel.

"Please don't share that video," Mark whispered. "I did what you wanted. Please, Janice."

"Don't worry," Janice promised. "The two of us are square."

"Really," Mark answered suspiciously. "We are?"

"The two of us are even," Janice clarified. "You still need to make things right with Lucy."

"Lucy?" Mark asked. "How so?"

"Meet us in the cafeteria for supper tonight," Janice demanded. "Seven sharp."

"Seven," Mark agreed. "Okay."

Janice threw the spare towel at Mark and shut the curtain between them. Mark watched as her shadow moved out of view. He could only hope Janice would somehow follow through with her promise to clear the room even though it seemed like an ambitious undertaking.

Not wanting to waste any more time naked, Mark turned off his water and wrapped the towel around his waist. He leaned back against the wall cradling his face in his hands. Mark couldn't believe he let himself get into this situation.

Mark started thinking through possible exit strategies. How could he explain being in the women's shower room? He could say it was an accident, but that would be a tough sell considering how crowded the room was. Maybe he should just wait it out. Eventually, the girls had to leave and go to class. Wouldn't they?

"What the fuck," the girl in the shower next to Mark shouted. "Who turned off the water?"

"Mine's not working either," another girl yelled from across the room.

"Sorry girls," Mark heard Janice yell from the front door. "The maintenance guy had to shut off the water. The showers across the way are still working."

Janice came through. Mark could hardly believe that, after everything, Janice was actually helping him get out of the shower room. Her plan was solid too. He never would have thought to turn off the water; Mark didn't even know how one would accomplish such a thing. 

Even if only a glimmer of hope, Janice's assistance allowed Mark to believe that she might keep her word about the videos. If Mark followed through with the plan, Janice might actually keep her evidence against him private. This wasn't the time to think about next steps, though. Even with the water turned off, Mark had to be careful making his way out of there.

Mark held his ground as the girls begrudgingly shuttled out of the steam-filled room. Within a few minutes, Mark found himself alone in the girls' sixth floor showers. He felt a strange peace as he stepped out into the empty walkway. Only a few abandoned towels remained between Mark and the exit.

Mark waited a few minutes before making his way back to the seventh floor. Several girls saw him leaving the sixth floor hallway, but seeing some guy in a towel was hardly an unusual sight in the coed dorm. At least for the time being, Mark was safe; he made it into and out of the showers undetected.

Mark was glad to find his room unlocked and his folded clothes waiting for him. Even if his adventure was far from over, Mark realized his trip to the women's shower could have gone worse, much worse.

Mark dressed himself quickly. He found the clothes empowering somehow, as though he controlled his own destiny. The computer science senior thought about blowing off the day's classes, but he couldn't risk falling behind. Besides, Mark needed something else to occupy his thoughts. Otherwise he would spend the day pacing around his room worrying what Lucy might have in store for him at dinner.

Since he had some extra time before his first class, Mark figured he would walk over to the library and catch up on some studying. If nothing else it would get him out of the dormitory.

**Back to Class**

Mark enjoyed the cool morning air as he hiked across campus. Even though he was worried about his dinner with Lucy, the exercise helped him clear his mind. Mark enjoyed his anonymity along the busy campus street. He was just fine being lost in the crowd.  

"Hey, there," a voice called out from behind Mark. "Wait up."

"So much for alone time," Mark mumbled under his breath. He looked back to see the young blonde girl from the study room waiving her arms frantically; she was making chase. Why could she possibly be following him? Mark thought about trying to lose her but didn't want to tempt fate any more than necessary.

"Hold on," the girl yelled again. "I need to talk with you."

"What is it?" Mark asked. He didn't mean to sound so irritated.

"Hey now," the girl said. "Where you headed?"

"Class," Mark returned. "I mean the library. I'm going to the library then class."

"Awesome," the girl said. "I'll walk with you."

"Is there something you wanted?" Mark begged. 

"Really? Calm down. I'm trying to help you. Oh well."

"Help me? You've got to be kidding. How are you helping me?"

"Really?" the girl snapped again grabbing Mark's arm and spinning him around. "Don't blame me for all this shit. I'm not the one spying on girls in the shower."

"I wasn't..."

"Like hell, you weren't," the girl interrupted. "Not that it matters anyway."

"Not that it matters?" Mark lamented.

"No. It doesn't," she returned. "What matters is that Janice has you where she wants you."

"She does?" Mark protested. "Maybe so. Maybe not."

"Maybe so?" the girl returned with a sarcastic laugh. She let go of Mark's arm and rested her hands on her hips. "More like bet your ass so. You don't know what kind of sadistic bitch you're dealing with."

"I know Janice just fine," Mark responded. He turned away from the girl and continued walking toward the library. "Mark was pissed at her presumption but also still embarrassed about their earlier encounter.

"Look," the girl said running after Mark. "We're getting off on the wrong foot here. Believe it or not, I really am trying to help you."

"Help me? Mark queried. "You're helping me? Pardon me if I don't send you a thank you card or anything. Honestly, I don't know why you're even involved in all this."

The girl ran in front of Mark blocking his path. She put both hands on his chest forcing him to hear her out. "Please. Let's just start again. My name's Brooke by the way."

"Fine," Mark replied. "Why do you care what happens to me anyway?"

"Because Janice is out of control," Brook returned. "You need to know exactly who you're dealing with."

"So what?" Mark conceded. "So what if she's out of control. It's not like I have much choice in the matter."

"That's right," Brooke said. "You don't have ANY choice in the matter. If you don't do exactly what Janice says, she'll make sure those videos get out to everyone you know. I'm not trying to scare you or anything. You just need to understand that."

"So is that why you followed me?" Mark asked. "You want to make sure I listen to Janice?"

Brook brushed her hand against Mark's shoulder reassuringly. "If I get a chance to help you, I will. In the meantime, don't press your luck. Go along with Janice and Lucy. Let them have their fun. If you don't fight back, they'll get bored and move on. All you have to do is ride it out."

"Ride it out?" Mark asked. "What makes you so sure they'll eventually let me be?"

"Because I know Janice," Brooke said. "She hates men. She thinks you're all perverts."

"If she hates us so much, why wouldn't she just call the police?"

"Because, I just know," Brooke said. "You're not the first guy Janice blackmailed. Soon enough, some other guy'll come along. She'll forget about you and focus her energy on fucking up his life."

"Some other guy? How do you know this? She did this before?"

"I've said too much already," Brooke said turning away from Mark. "Just trust me. Play along with their game. It'll suck for a while, but you'll be okay."

"But what do you mean?" Mark begged as Brooke continued walking away from him. Mark thought about making chase, but decided against it. Mark figured he would see much more of the young blonde anyway. 

Mark didn't know whether Brooke was sincerely trying to help him or if she was just part of Janice's master plan. As smart as Janice was, it wouldn't surprise Mark at all if she had Brooke trying to make friends with him; his friendship with Brooke could allow Janice to keep another set of eyes on his activity. In fact, that sounded exactly like something Janice would do. At the same time, Janice had to know that, thanks to those videos, he was completely at her mercy. Wouldn't planting Brooke be monumental overkill?

Either way, one thing was very clear. There was no way Mark could risk trying to call Janice's bluff. Mark had no choice, at least for the time being; he had to play along with Janice's game. Brooke's presence didn't really change anything for Mark.

Mark fought through the rest of the day even taking a much-needed break for lunch. As the day unfolded, Mark counted down the hours, minutes, and seconds before his encounter with Lucy. This would be the first time Mark saw Lucy since the shower spying incident; it would be the first time he actually talked to her since they broke up. 

Even so, Mark looked forward to any clarity Lucy could provide him. Playing the waiting game over the previous couple of days was more than Mark could bear. He desperately wanted to know what Lucy had in store for him. More so, Mark wanted an answer to his most burning question of all. When was this going to be over? Mark just wanted his ordinary boring life back.



The Nerd Conquest Pt. 02



Author's Note: This story is based on a story I wrote in 2014. Portions of Part 01 and most of Part 02 and Part 04 are rewritten from the previous story. Part 03 and Part 05 do not contain any rewritten material.

 **Dinner with Lucy**

 Mark sat alone at his normal table and, as he did most days, watched all the other students having lunch. He enjoyed trying to figure out what was happening among the anonymous clusters of humanity. Mark paid special attention to a couple just a few tables down from his. They were eating their food quietly avoiding any and all eye contact with each other. Over the past few weeks, Mark watched this couple fight then make up before getting into yet another argument. The two were engaging in a repeated cycle of conflict and resolution.

 The couple would eventually break up for good even if they didn't know it yet. They just had to accept that being alone for a while might be better than sticking with a dysfunctional relationship. Mark generally tried to avoid taking sides in such disagreements, but on this occasion he empathized with the guy. Mark saw the girl fraternizing with another boy the previous week. At the time, Mark wasn't sure if the girl was actually cheating on her boyfriend or if the other guy was just a friend. Based on their current behavior, Mark assumed the former. Mark couldn't understand why the girl just didn't break it off with her boyfriend if she really wanted to be with someone else.

 Being alone wasn't a sacrifice for Mark. A solitary life was safe; he could sit at his table watching drama unfold around him without accepting any risk of his own. Mark did hope for another girlfriend one day, something similar to what he had with Lucy. He just had to wait for his better self before seeking that person out. Once Mark graduated, he would have something special to offer a woman. Right now, he was just another nerd in the cafeteria. 

 According to Mark's calculator watch, it was almost one o'clock. He only had one class that afternoon, and he would miss it if he didn't get moving. Mark always tried to keep his Friday classes to a minimum. He figured getting the tougher part of his class lineup out of the way earlier in the week would provide him a better opportunity for study over the weekend.

 As Mark cleared his table, it hit him that the next time he would be in this cafeteria would be for his dinner with Lucy. As terrifying as facing his ex-girlfriend would be, Mark almost looked forward to the reunion. If nothing else, we would get some idea what sort of penance Lucy expected of him. Mark hoped Lucy's demands weren't as dramatic as his morning exploits in the women's shower; he also knew such hope was more than likely of the false variety.

 During their time as boyfriend and girlfriend, Lucy was never quick to forgive. She would bring up even minor infractions months after they occurred. Early in their relationship, Mark accidentally deleted one of Lucy's homework assignments. Mark heard about his mistake almost every day for what seemed like an eternity.

 Lucy also had a tendency to take everything as a personal insult. Instead of realizing that Mark was only guilty of being careless with her computer, Lucy figured her boyfriend was somehow trying to sabotage her education and hold her back.

 Now that Lucy found out about Mark spying on her shower, Mark worried what conclusions the redhead would jump to. Instead of accepting he was just another horny college student or that he missed their time together, Lucy could easily assume Mark was stalking her or worse.

 Mark could hardly envisage his ex-girlfriend forgiving his transgression absent consequence. Mark was going to pay a price for invading Lucy's privacy. Either that, or he would spend the rest of his life explaining the videos Janice was blackmailing him with.

 Mark fought through his final class of the week even if he didn't get much out of the Friday afternoon lecture. Then, despite the cold rain, Mark opted to walk back to the dormitory rather than taking the bus. As uncomfortable as it was, the weather afforded Mark a few minutes of alone time, something he needed if he was to function properly. It also gave him more time to fret about Janice, Lucy, and even their mysterious friend, Brooke.

 After his soggy walk back to the dormitory, Mark spent the next few hours pacing his apartment and roleplaying his forthcoming reunion with Lucy. Mark checked his watch every couple of minutes; he didn't want to head to the cafeteria any sooner than absolutely necessary, but he also couldn't risk being late. 

 Finally, after all the pacing, roleplaying, worrying, and rationalizing, it was time to suck it up and meet Lucy for dinner. Mark locked his dorm room and headed out. He took the back stairway to avoid running into his ex-girlfriend or her roommate; Mark would see Lucy soon enough.

 It was seven o'clock sharp when Mark scanned his student ID and stepped into the crowded cafeteria. Immediately, he heard a too familiar voice.

 "There you are," Brooke bragged rushing to Mark's side. She grabbed his sleeve pulling him toward the dinner line. "Let's get you something to eat."

 Without a word, Mark followed Brooke's lead. It irked him how the young girl somehow managed to insert herself into Lucy's and his issues once again. Whether Brooke meant to help Mark or not, she was only making things worse. More than anything, Mark longed for a few minutes alone with his ex-girlfriend. Certainly, they could work something out, just the two of them. 

 "Lucy's running late," Brooke offered brushing her short hair over her ears and adjusting her glasses. "She asked me to wait with you." 

 Without response, Mark picked up a dinner tray and placed it on the aluminum tracks. Were they really making him wait again? Mark didn't buy for a second the suggestion that the delay was accidental. Lucy doesn't do accidents.

 Brooke ordered some grilled chicken and carrots then took the liberty of requesting the same for her guest. "Go ahead and get us something to drink," Brooke ordered cheerfully. "I'll find us a table."

 Mark shrugged. "Sure. Whatever." He really wanted to tell Brooke to kiss off, but the young blonde was, for some unknown reason, acting as an agent for Lucy and Janice. Why they needed Brooke to speak for them was lost on Mark.

 Mark took his time at the drink bar. There was nothing to be gained by spending more time with Brooke. Every second invested in beverage preparation would be one less second Mark would need to spend with the young blonde. Besides, there was a chance Lucy would enter the cafeteria as he was getting the drinks; this would create an opportunity for Mark to speak with Lucy in private.

 Mark couldn't remember the last time he was this anxious. His hands shook wildly as he filled the glasses with ice and beverage; he lost at least a third of the beverage content as he made his way across the dining hall to Brooke's chosen table.

 "I got you iced tea," Mark said joining Brooke at a round table toward the far end of the cafeteria. "I hope that's OK."

 "Whatever," Brooke said accepting the glass. "Take a load off." The blonde pulled out the chair directly beside her seat and patted the backrest.

 Hoping to limit further discussion, Mark sat down next to the blonde freshman. He thought it odd that she had him sit directly beside her. If Mark had been watching another couple in a similar position, he would assume they were in a romantic relationship. In this case, Mark would be wrong.

 Brooke spent the next few minutes trying to engage Mark in small talk, something Mark wasn't great at even when he wanted to participate. Begrudgingly, Mark answered questions about how he was a computer science major and how he didn't have any blood siblings but lived with his step-sister. Mark claimed that he wasn't sure what he wanted to do after graduation; this was a lie. More than trying to deceive Brooke, Mark wanted to avoid any lengthy topic of conversation.

 "There you two are," Janice said suddenly appearing out of nowhere. "I was starting to think you ran off together." Janice sat down directly across from Mark with the look of someone who just won the lottery. "Have you talked to Lucy yet?" Janice asked Mark.

 "No," Mark responded keeping his eyes on the table. "I haven't seen her since yesterday morning."

 Janice shook her head and smiled. "Well, you sure saw a lot her then. Didn't you?"

 Mark didn't respond. 

 After listening to a few minutes of meaningless chatter, Mark saw Lucy making her way into the cafeteria. He thought about trying to join her in the dinner line but figured such a maneuver would appear too presumptuous. The other girls didn't notice Lucy until the redhead joined them at the table.

 "Hello everyone," Lucy said sitting down with the group. She positioned herself between Janice and Brook. The group formed a "C" around the table with two empty chairs between Mark and Janice. "Hi, Mark," Lucy added in reference to her ex-boyfriend's quiet demeanor.

 Mark looked up from the table at his ex-girlfriend; he shifted nervously in his chair. "Hi, Lucy."

 Lucy forced a smile back at Mark. The redhead was clearly upset with him despite her best efforts to remain cordial.

 "Lucy," Mark added still looking down at the table. "I'm so sorry about yesterday. I really am. It's just that..."

 "Stop it, Mark," Lucy responded scowling across the table. "I know you're sorry. Believe me; I know." 

 Mark forced himself to look up at the three girls. "I really am sorry, Lucy. You got to believe me. I really am."

 Lucy held her hand in the air deflecting Mark's repeated apology. "I said stop it. We'll talk about this after we eat. Not a word until then. I can't even stand to hear your voice right now."

 Janice rested her hand on Lucy's forearm. "I hate that this happened to you."

 "Thanks, Janice," Lucy replied layering her hand on top of Janice's. "I'm just so glad you were there to..."

 "I know," Janice interrupted. "I'll always be there for you."

 "Well," Brooke jumped in breaking the tension. "Let's eat. Shall we."

 "Yeah," Lucy agreed. "Let's eat."

 Mark couldn't force himself to swallow more than a few bites of his chicken. Instead, he spent the next thirty minutes moving food around his plate and listening to Janice complain to Lucy about her teachers and the other girls in their dorm. 

 Like Mark, Brooke didn't join in the conversation. She remained an odd fit in the group. Janice and Lucy weren't engaging Brooke like they would a close friend or even a peer. How then, was Brooke in the middle of this whole ordeal? It didn't make sense.

 Consuming her last few bites of food, Lucy's demeanor grew even more serious. She grabbed Janice's hand in a show of solidarity then gave her former boyfriend an evil glare. "You ready to talk?"

 "Right now?" Mark asked looking back and forth between Brooke and Janice. His hope was that Lucy would discuss this with him in private.

 "Don't worry about them," Lucy insisted. "You weren't worried about who else was around yesterday morning. Were you?"

 Mark rubbed his hands through his dirty blonde hair. "Lucy, about that. I swear I was just..."

 "No," Lucy snapped yet again holding her palm in the air. "It's my turn to talk now."

 Mark started to respond but managed to choke his words back.

 "You going to let me talk?" Lucy asked setting her hand back on the table.

 "Shut it," Janice added unnecessarily. "Just shut it."

 Mark nodded his head.

 Lucy proceeded methodically laying out her terms for Mark. "If you do as we ask, your secret will be safe with us," Lucy promised. "You'll finish school and graduate. This'll all be over."

 Mark looked relieved at Lucy's promise; when she vowed to keep the videos private, Mark believed her. Still he knew meeting Lucy's terms wouldn't be easy.

 "There were three other girls in the showers yesterday morning," Lucy continued. "As I see it, you owe them an apology too."

 Mark's face lit up. "And I am sorry," he said. "I do owe all of you an apology. I can do that."

 Lucy scowled. "Are you going to let me finish?"

 "Sorry," Mark replied lifting both hands off the table in surrender. "Not another word. I promise."

 "I would hope so," Lucy continued. She explained that after dinner they were going back to the study room where Janice caught Mark masturbating the day before. "Once we're all ready," Lucy continued. "You're going to take off your clothes."

 Mark thought about objecting, but he expected Lucy to make him strip naked at some point. The punishment, after all, had to fit the crime, and Mark couldn't see Lucy going any easier on him than Janice did that morning. Needless to say, the odds of him staying dressed were slim to none.

 "I'm liking this already," Janice interjected. "Not that he has much for us to look at."

 Lucy flashed her roommate a smile before continuing with her demands. "After getting undressed, you'll go find Emily, Alison, and Monica. You're going to offer each of them a night of service."

 "A night of service?" Mark asked.

 "Are you kidding me?" Lucy snapped at Mark's question. "Let me finish or I'll have you strip naked right here. Do you understand?"

 Mark nodded quietly.

 "As I was saying," Lucy continued. "You're going to offer each of them a night of service." Lucy explained that each of the girls would sign up for an evening the next week. They would have Mark from seven o'clock until midnight and could do with him as they saw fit. They just couldn't force him into anything that would get him arrested, injured, or kicked out of school.

 As part of his entertainment duty, Mark would report to the study room fifteen minutes before each shift was to begin. If that evening's host had any requested preparations for Mark, he would ready himself as specified. Mark would report to his host by seven sharp.

 If Mark resisted his hosts in any way, it would be Lucy's option to require another night of service or to publish the damning videos.

 Stunned by Lucy's demands, Mark stared blankly at his ex-girlfriend. Mark expected Lucy's punishment to be tough, but this was more than he ever could have imagined. He would not only have to strip for Lucy, Janice, and Brooke; he would also have to seek out and submit himself to the other three girls. He was in for the longest week of his life.

 "Are we clear?" Lucy finished.

 "Yeah," Mark relented.

 "Yeah, what?"

 "We're clear," Mark repeated. "We're clear. I'll do it. Okay."

 "But what about you," Janice said to Lucy. "Shouldn't he have to do something for you too? You were the one he was spying on."

 Lucy pulled her hand away from Janice's. "I've thought this through, believe me. You said it was my decision, didn't you?"

 Janice grabbed Lucy's retreating hand and covered it gently over the table. "Yes. This is your decision. If Mark respects that, I can respect it too."

 Lucy looked at Mark. "Once you've made your peace with the other girls, I'll consider us square. That doesn't mean I'll forgive you. It just means I won't report you or share that video. Once this is all over, I never want to talk to you again."

 Mark looked down at the table ashamed by how his behavior impacted his ex-girlfriend.

 "That's more like it," Lucy said starting to get up from the table. "Why don't you clear the table? We'll see you back at the dorm."

 Mark nodded and watched as the trio of girls left the dining room. He couldn't get his brain to process what just happened, let alone what Lucy expected him to do back on the sixth floor. As nervous as he was about his forthcoming strip show, Mark still felt bad about hurting Lucy. Thinking back to the previous morning in the study room, he never even considered how his spying could wound Lucy so deeply.

 Then there was her last request. After this was over, Lucy never wanted to speak to Mark again. Any hope, even the faintest of chances, Mark had of rebuilding his relationship with Lucy was over. If he believed anything Lucy told him, he understood that she wanted him out of her life for good.

 Mark sat at the round table staring into space for quite some time. He wasn't stalling even though he had good reason to do so. He just couldn't process everything. For someone who enjoyed watching other people's drama, Mark found himself in a situation he could never even imagine, not for himself or for anyone else.

 "Hello," Mark heard faintly. "Hello. Are you there," the voice continued.

 "Oh," Mark responded snapping out of his funk. He noticed a girl trying to claim his table. "Sorry."

 "You sitting here?" the girl continued.

 "We're done," Mark responded frantically piling empty plates and silverware onto a plastic tray. "You can sit here."

 After clearing the tables and placing his tray on the conveyer belt, Mark began the seemingly long walk back to the dormitory. Less than two blocks away, the trip didn't provide much time for him to consider how he would approach the rest of his evening. Ultimately, it didn't really matter what Mark wanted anyway. This was Lucy's show.

 As Mark stepped into the dormitory lobby, it felt like everyone was staring at him, like they knew what he did and was expected to do. Even fully clothed, Mark felt exposed and vulnerable. With each girl he passed, he wondered if she lived on the sixth floor, if she was one of the three he would approach later. 

 The elevator that always seemed to be broken was open for business. It was as if the universe was clearing a path for Mark's undoing; the voyeur was about to become the star of his own show. Unfortunately, this was not a show Mark wanted anything to do with.

 Following the long elevator ride, Mark stepped into the sixth-floor foyer. The door to Lucy's hallway was closed refusing Mark a chance to take in the scene awaiting him. Instead, he stepped nervously into the empty study room. Not sure where the girls were, Mark was grateful for one last a moment alone before going through with Lucy's plans.

 Waiting on one of the tables, Mark found an old-school brown clipboard with a carefully prepared signup sheet and pen. The sheet included each of the three girls Lucy said was in the shower when Mark was caught spying. Of course, Mark never saw the other girls showering when he peeped on Lucy. They were about to see him, however, since he was going to have to strip naked before visiting their rooms.

 "I see you found the signup list," Lucy said entering the study room with Janice and Brooke. Mark's ex-girlfriend made no attempt to hide her excitement at Mark's impending punishment. "I'll bet you're anxious to get started." 

 **The Signup List**

 Lucy and Janice took their seats by the doorway as Mark prepared for his punishment; Mark found himself cornered between three walls and his audience. After closing the study room door, Brooke circled around behind Mark instead of sitting with Janice and Lucy. With everyone in place, Janice purposefully lifted her cell phone and began recording video. 

 "Well," Lucy said confidently. "You know what to do."

 Thanks to Lucy's meticulous instructions, Mark did know precisely what was expected of him. To start with, he was to strip naked right there in front of Lucy and her friends. From there, he was going to seek out the other girls from the shower, his other supposed victims from the morning prior.

 After closing his eyes for a few seconds, Mark slowly removed his shoes and socks. He rolled his socks and placed the wad in one of the shoes then carefully set his footwear on the table next to the signup list.

 "Come on now," Janice said. "It's nothing we haven't seen before. Move it along"

 Janice was correct. In fact, the three girls present were the only girls to see Mark naked since he was a toddler. Lucy, Mark's singular sexual conquest, saw him naked several times while they were dating. Janice and Brooke saw Mark naked for the first time that morning. Mark realized the list of people he had exposed himself to was about to grow exponentially.




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 02



Mark gasped for air as he slid his shirt up over his torso and free from his head. As humiliating as this experience was, it was also strangely exciting for Mark, a state of being that was hardly lost on his audience. As he did with his shoes, Mark carefully placed his shirt on the table. 

 Mark's fingers clenched involuntarily as he fought to unbuckle his belt and force his pants down his legs. It was as if, through some involuntary self-defense mechanism, his body was rebelling against Lucy's demands. Once his pants hit the ground, Mark immediately took a second to adjust his dick beneath his underwear. He couldn't bear looking at the girls even though he felt their eyes drinking in his humiliation.

 Standing there in his green briefs, Mark carefully folded his pants and placed them on top of his shirt and shoes. Mark forced himself to breathe in then out as he thought about what was next; the lump in his throat prevented him from swallowing. His penance was about to begin in earnest. From this point until his punishment was over, Mark was not his own man. He was Lucy's property, a sexual toy to embarrass and play with as she and the other girls saw fit.

 "Lucy," Mark begged fully comprehending the futility of his plea. "Can we just...?"

 "Mark," Lucy snapped extending her palm toward her subject. "NO."

 Mark drooped his head even lower than before. He reached behind his back and slid his clenched thumbs into the elastic waistband just over his butt crack. Mark circled his thumbs around his waist; he slowly and deliberately pushed his underwear down his hips. Just as his dick was about to pop free of the material, however, Mark paused. He lost his nerve.

 "Hurry up, Mark," Lucy demanded calmly. "Quit stalling."

 Mark stood there stunned. He wanted to move, to say anything at all; he couldn't. 

 "Don't make this harder than it has to be," Lucy warned. 

 "You can do this," Brooke added in an encouraging tone as she circled around Mark presumably for a better vantage point.

 With a quick burst, Mark pushed the underwear to his knees and released them to the cold tile floor. Completely exposed before the group, Mark stood frozen, unsure what to do next. He couldn't even force his hands over his attentive penis.

 Giggling, Janice leaned into Lucy's ear and whispered what Mark could only assume was some insult about his body. He was glad Janice had the courtesy to keep her snarky remarks private.

 Eventually Mark caught his bearings. He covered himself with one while hand reaching the other down slowly to pick up his underwear; Mark folded the briefs as best he could with one hand then tucked them into his empty shoe.

 "Come over here," Lucy commanded. "We want a better look."

 Holding his hard dick with both hands and avoiding any eye contact, Mark stepped toward the three girls.

 "Hands down," Lucy insisted. "Don't do that again."

 Mark dropped his hands to his sides and stood trembling before Lucy, Brooke, and Janice. While he refused eye contact, none of the girls made any attempt to avert their gaze. Worse, Janice was capturing this, yet another of his most humiliating moments, on video. Mark was falling deeper into the girls' control with every second, every picture, and every video frame; there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

 Mark's penis felt larger and harder than even in the shower that morning. He worried that he was going to ejaculate right there in front of the girls. Despite everything, Mark couldn't rationalize the uncomfortable balance between arousal and humiliation. He wanted desperately to cover himself; at the same time, he enjoyed the girls staring at his naked body. Time eluded him; he felt like he was in a trance or a dream.

 "Go ahead and grab your signup list," Lucy demanded coldly. "Don't keep everyone waiting." 

 Mark stepped back turning toward the clipboard; he was thankful for even a few seconds out of direct site. He lifted the carefully prepared list and turned back toward the door. For a moment, Mark positioned the clipboard between his throbbing manhood and the girls' view; Lucy's immediate and unmistakable stare, however, reiterated that such modesty was wholly unacceptable.

 "So get to it," Lucy said leaning back in her chair and lifting her right hand toward the study room door. "You're not done until all three girls are signed up."

 Mark caught Brooke's reaction out of the corner of his eye; she was staring intently at his embarrassment and fighting off a giggle of her own. She was actually amused by all this! So much for trying to help him.

 Mark knew what he had to do next. He was expected to traipse into the hallway completely naked and knock on the three girls' doors. He would have to explain himself to each of the girls before signing them up for a night of service. Mark didn't know how much Lucy told the girls about her plan. Did they know he was spying on them? If not, how would they react to such a revelation?

 "Now," Lucy insisted. "We don't have all night."

 Mark forced one foot in front of the other across the tile floor as he moved toward the study room door. Mark considered the irony of how much he didn't want to leave the study room where he was exposed to the three girls; he knew his humiliation would only get worse after leaving the trio behind.

 Mark's senses were peaked; he could feel the cool air against his skin as his dick throbbed out of control. The hair on his arms and neck stood at full alert in the musty dormitory air. His stomach twisted in anticipation. Mark gripped the cold door handle firmly and turned it. He pushed the door slightly ajar scoping out the foyer area. It seemed empty.

 "Any day now," Lucy insisted in a jovial yet demanding tone. 

 Mark pushed open the door as if he was ripping a bandage off a healed wound; he stepped bravely into the empty foyer. Mark found himself between the study room and its group of tormentors on one side and a hallway of doors, multiple opportunities for him to expose and humiliate himself anew, on the other. 

 Not wanting to spend too much time in the open foyer, Mark rushed blindly through the hallway door. He knew there was no sense trying to scope out the row of dormitory rooms first; he would have to brave the hallway nonetheless and couldn't spend any more time by the elevators than was absolutely necessary.

 As he entered the hallway, Mark saw three girls about twenty feet down the hallway. One was wearing only a towel, and the other two were dressed for a Friday night on the town. Focused more on their conversation, they didn't immediately notice their denuded intruder, but it would only be a matter of time. Mark needed to find his first door quickly.

 Mark walked past the shower room and moved toward the first door; his destination was halfway between the showers and the loitering girls. His movement, however, was enough to capture the girls' attention well before making it to the designated room.

 "Woohoo," one of the girls said falling back against the wall and clutching her stomach.

 "Hi there, Mark," the towel-clad girl said with a grin. "I'd offer you my towel, but then I'd be naked too."

 "That's OK," the third girl added. "He seems to be enjoying himself alright."

 Mark didn't respond opting instead to knock on the first door from his list. While Mark wasn't looking forward to what was behind the door, he was hopeful that it might get him out of the open hallway and away from his current group of spectators.

 Mark's urgency only increased as the group of girls started moving in his direction.

 After only a single knock, fortunately, the door opened. A heavyset girl with brown hair motioned for Mark to step inside; thankful to escape the hallway, Mark immediately accepted entrance. A short girl with curly blonde hair turned from her computer to check out their naked guest. The girls appeared as though they knew exactly why Mark was visiting their room.

 "Are you Emily?" Mark asked the blonde. "I'm looking for Emily."

 "Have a seat," the blonde said motioning to another chair. "I'm Emily. This is my roommate, Janna."

 "That's okay," Mark responded politely. "I just need to sign you up for a night."

 "A night?" the blonde asked as if she didn't know why Mark was there. "Sign us up for what?"

 Mark figured the girls had to be expecting him. They let a naked stranger into the room without any hesitation or question. "You know about the showers?" Mark asked. "Right?"

 "You mean about you spying on my friend, here?" Janna added.

 "Well," Mark argued. "I didn't exactly spy on you, Emily. It was my ex-girlfriend."

 "Oh," Emily responded. She raised her hands wide and shrugged at Mark. "So that makes it okay? She was your girlfriend." Emily again motioned for Mark to have a seat.

 "No," Mark begged sitting down as requested. "It's not okay, and I'm definitely sorry. I'm supposed to come by and entertain you for an evening next week," Mark explained. "I just need you to sign up for a time."

 "And how are YOU going to entertain US?" Janna asked. She stepped around Mark and leaned against the desk Emily was working on.

 "Whatever you want," Mark replied. "Didn't Lucy tell you about this?"

 "Settle down," Emily insisted grabbing her purse from the desk. "Let me look at my calendar."

 Mark rested the clipboard on his lap. While Lucy made it clear that covering himself was not acceptable, Mark decided to risk some modesty.

 "Let me see," the blonde mused while punching commands into her phone. "My schedule is just so busy this semester."

 The roommates were obviously dragging things out, and Mark could only play along with their game. If nothing else, this had to be better than strolling bare-ass naked down the hallway. As Emily scanned her phone for an open date, Janna stared intently at Mark's naked body. Even with the clipboard on his lap, her gaze made Mark uncomfortable.

 "What do you know?" Emily said. "Monday should work."

 The girls logged the appointment in their phones while Mark noted their chosen date on his clipboard. Mark thought about suggesting that Janna didn't need to participate in their Monday activities. He realized, however, that such a demand would be a waste of breath for him and another opportunity to claim dominance for the girls.

 "I guess we'll see you Monday," Emily said as she stepped past Mark toward her door. The curly-haired blonde opened the door and motioned for Mark to exit. 

 "Oh, baby," Emily's roommate added. "We're gonna have SO MUCH fun together."

 Mark was surprised by how suddenly the girls were letting him leave the room. When he first sat down, he assumed they were going to drag this out as long as possible. As much as Mark wanted to finish his rounds, he didn't long for another trip into the hallway. What if the three girls were still out there? He especially worried about the girl wearing the towel. How did she know his name?

 Mark was relieved to find the hallway empty as Emily slammed the door behind him. Without delay, Mark began his search for the next room and for Alison, the second girl on his list. It didn't take long since Alison's room was only two doors down from Emily's. Quickly and as quietly as possible, Mark knocked on the door.

 Seconds after his knock, a tall brunette opened the door as far as the chain lock would permit; she checked out her naked visitor through the crack. "What the fuck are you doing?" the girl asked. "You're fucking naked!"

 "I'm sorry," Mark responded. He went to cover his cock with the clipboard then remembered Lucy's instructions to not do so. "Are you Alison? Lucy sent me. Didn't she tell you I was coming?"

 "Get out of here now, or I'll call campus police," the girl threatened as she slammed her door shut.

 Mark wasn't sure how to handle this situation. He was supposed to sign Alison up for a night of service, but she didn't even want to talk to him. While Mark thought briefly about calling his effort off and going back to Lucy, he decided instead to move on to the third door. Mark had to assume that Lucy planned everything out and was prepared for such a scenario. It wasn't his fault if Alison wanted no part in Lucy's game.

 Just as Mark stepped away from Alison's room, the brunette whipped her door open, all the way this time, and motioned for Mark to come back. Rather than inviting Mark into her room, however, she snatched the clipboard from Mark's hands, retreated into the room, and slammed the door shut. Mark hoped that Alison changed her mind and was signing up for an evening. He couldn't let himself consider the other option, that Alison just stranded him in the hallway without his clipboard.

 As Mark waited nervously for his signup list, the girl in the towel from earlier came back out of the shower. This time she had a second towel around her dark hair, and she was heading back to her room. This seemed like the worst case scenario for Mark. The girl somehow knew his name, and, while she looked familiar, Mark had no idea who she was.

 The girl was not at all shy. Her breasts fought against the towel's fold as they billowed against her body heaving up and down as she walked. The bottom of the wrapped towel barely covered her hips leaving a slit along the front of her right leg every time she stepped forward. Her bold gate repeatedly pulled the towel's edge between her legs threatening to but never actually revealing her pussy.

 "Where's your clipboard," the girl joked leaning up against the wall next to Mark.

 "She has it in there," Mark responded motioning his head toward the door. Out of reflex, Mark again went to cover his cock. He forced his own hands back, however, leaving himself completely exposed to the girl in the towel.

 "So you don't remember me, do you?" the girl asked.

 "Remember you?" Mark asked nervously as he wracked his brain. "Do I know you?"

 "That's OK," the girl said. "I'm Tina's older sister, Monica. We went to the same high school. I think we even had a couple classes together."

 "Oh. I mean...Monica. I think I remember."

 "No you don't," Monica responded smiling as she stepped toward Mark provocatively. Mark could feel her soggy towel against the tip of his penis as she invaded his personal space. "That's okay," Monica whispered into his ear. "You'll remember me next time. Won't you?"

 Mark recoiled from Monica's advance clutching both hands over his center. Monica stepped into Mark pressing her body against his. The back of her hands rubbed gently against Mark's fingers as he fought to keep his cock under wraps. The friction from their bodies loosened the towel's grip around Monica's breast. Just as the towel started to fall, however, Monica twisted herself free of Mark and re-secured the wrap around her body.

 With a wink and a smile, Monica turned away from Mark and headed back to her room. As Monica walked down the hallway, she smiled back at Mark confidently. His legs unable to support his own weight, Mark's back slid down the wall. His legs and hands crisscrossed his body like a spider web around a soon to be devoured insect.

 Just like that, it all came back to Mark. While Mark didn't know Monica very well, he certainly knew Monica's little sister. Tina was Mark's own step-sister's best friend. Tina even went on a couple vacations with Mark's family when they were in high school. The idea of running into Tina's older sister like this scared the shit out of Mark and realizing that someone from his high school saw him naked in the hallway made Mark feel even more exposed.

 Mark was never close with his own step-sister, Alicia, who was three years his junior. His father married Alicia's mother when he was 15, and the two never bonded like typical siblings. Tina only made Mark's relationship with his step-sister worse. Tina and Mark fought constantly every time Tina visited Alicia. Tina acted as though Mark was socially inferior to Alicia and openly encouraged Mark's sister to avoid him. Mark blamed Tina for his distant relationship with Alicia, and that blame was well deserved.

 After finishing high school, Mark made a point to never be in the same room with Tina. In fact, not having to see Tina or even Alicia was one of the things Mark liked the most about going to college. He regretted not having a relationship with Alicia, but it was never going to happen so long as Tina was in the picture.

 Mark worried that Monica would tell Tina about his situation. If Tina found out, she would certainly tell Mark's step-sister, and Alicia would hold it over his head until the day he died. This was yet another in a growing list of problems, but it was a problem Mark would have to put out of his mind for the time being. He was, after all, standing naked on the girls' sixth floor hallway; he didn't even have his god-damned clipboard.

 After another minute or so, Mark knocked on Alison's door as hard as he could. He was at the point where he would need to retrieve the signup list or move on without it. Either way, he couldn't risk waiting any longer.

 As she did the first time, Alison opened the door as far as the latched chain lock would permit. "Who is it?" she said in jest peeking through the door at Mark.

 "Come on," Mark begged. "Please. I just need my clipboard back."

 "Oh, I'm sorry," Alison said. "I almost forgot. I signed up for next Friday. I didn't want to have you over on a weeknight since it might disrupt your class schedule."

 "Oh," Mark said. "Okay. Can I just get the clipboard back, then?"

 "Sure you can," Alison said. "I just need you to do one thing for me first."

 "Now? You need me to do something right now?"

 "That's right," Alison said. She handed Mark an old MP3 player with a pair of headphones. 

 "What are these for?" Mark asked as he grabbed the headphones through the open space between the door and its frame.

 "Well," Alison said. "You told me you wanted the clipboard, and I'm going to give it to you."

 "Okay," Mark replied. "But why do I need the headphones."

 "That's easy," Alison answered. "Before I return your clipboard, I need you to do something for me."

 "Something for you?" Mark panicked.

 "Don't worry," Alison insisted. "This'll only take a minute. I just need you to put those headphones on. As soon as they're on, close your eyes, reach down, and grab your ankles."

 "What? Grab my..."

 "It's that or move it along," Alison said. She paused for dramatic effect while smirking at her visitor. "Do you want your clipboard or not?"

 "Yeah, I guess I..."

 "Good. Then put the headphones on and grab those ankles." 

 "But what do I..."

 Alison slammed the door on Mark. Her instructions were clear. If he wanted his clipboard, he was going to have to put the headphones on and grab his ankles as instructed. Mark had a good idea what Alison was up to; he just didn't think it was right. She would have him to do with as she saw fit the next Friday. Why this? Why now?"

 Mark looked up and down the hallway not sure what to do. If he did as Alison demanded, he wouldn't be able to see or hear anyone coming. Worse, he would be waiting for some sort of ass whipping. If he didn't do as Alison requested, he would have to go back to Lucy without all three girls signed up. He didn't even remember what room number the third girl was in.

 Realizing he didn't have much of a choice, Mark put the headphones on. All he could hear was some eighties metal band screaming and smashing guitars. As instructed, Mark bent over and grabbed his ankles, an uncomfortable position for someone not in the best of shape.

 Trying to balance while listening to the blaring music was sensory overload for Mark. He couldn't sense his surroundings and had no idea who might be taking in his spectacle. Mark imagined a large group of coeds surrounding his naked body and laughing hysterically.




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 02



After a minute or so of waiting, Mark felt someone press her body against his back. The girl was on her knees with Mark's head stuck right under her crotch. She wrapped her arms around his bent-over frame grabbing the back of his calves with each hand. Mark felt the girl's breasts through a knitted sweater and underwire bra pressing against his lower back; her warm breath flowed over his back and down his ass. 

 The girl squeezed her body into Mark's bending him further in on himself. Mark's chest pressed against his own knees. The sweater girl was both supporting him and holding him in the bent over position at the same time. Mark couldn't move, not even if he wanted to.

 Curious about what was going on, Mark opened his eyes and tried to look up between his legs. Just as he saw Alison looking down on him, he felt a squirt of water blast into his eyes. The message was clear.

 Not knowing who was watching him or what was coming next, Mark could only wait. His legs burned as the girl holding him stretched his muscles well beyond their comfort zone. His eyes stung from the blast of water, and his ears hurt from the loud music. 

 "Whack," Mark felt the first blow as the clipboard smacked against his ass.

 "Ahhh," he squealed with the second blow, a sound he made again and again as the pressboard crashed into his ass repeatedly.

 After about ten smacks, the spanking ended. Even so, Mark didn't dare open his eyes.

 Mark felt Alison remove the headphones from his ears; he still heard the blaring music's aftereffects reverberating in his head.

 "Count to thirty before you open your eyes," Alison said to Mark.

 "One," Mark counted out loud. "Two...Three...Four..."

 As he continued counting, the girl holding onto Mark's knees let go and retreated into Alison's room.

 "Ten...Eleven...Twelve...," Mark continued counting out loud until he hit thirty. When he stood up, Alison's door was closed. Down the hallway, he saw a couple other girls retreating to different rooms. Mark had no idea how many people shared this painful and humiliating experience with him. Frankly, he didn't want to know.

 After picking the clipboard up from the floor, Mark saw that Alison did in fact sign up for Friday night. Mark couldn't think of a worse way to end his week of subjugation. If she was fucking with him already, Mark couldn't imagine what games she would have in store for him in exactly one week.

 Mark realized he needed to keep moving; he had one more girl to sign up, then he could go back to the study room. As much as his ass along with the rest of his body hurt, Mark had to move along.

 "Oh shit," Mark said aloud looking at his clipboard. He never connected the dots until now. Monica was the third girl! Not only did Mark have to worry about his former classmate telling Tina about seeing him naked in the hallway. Mark would have to spend a full evening with Monica that next week. How could he not have figured this out before now? 

 Mark staggered nervously to the end of the hallway. Along the way, he passed another girl who chuckled at the naked guy with the clipboard but didn't offer any substantive conversation. 

 Mark stood quietly in front of Monica's door unable to lift his hand against the entrance. He didn't have to knock; Monica opened the door of her own volition and invited Mark inside. By this time, her pitch black hair was almost dry; she was wearing a tight red dress with a black belt, netted stockings, and high heels. Her room smelled of vanilla scented candles.

 "You have any time left for me?" Monica asked as she checked herself in the mirror.

 "Yeah," Mark said nervously. "Next Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday night."

 "I used to hear about you all the time," Monica continued. "Tina really didn't like you for some reason. I don't think your sister cared much for you either."

 "I don't know," Mark responded wanting to get the conversation over with. "You gonna sign up?"

 "Slow down there," Monica snapped back. "You don't have to be rude. My god."

 "Sorry. I...I really didn't mean to be."

 Monica scanned over the clipboard. "Tina was right. You really are an asshole. Aren't you?" 

 Mark looked down at his feet shuffling his body back and forth uncomfortably.

 "What do you know?" Monica said. "Wednesday's still open." Monica scribbled on Mark's tablet as he started to hyperventilate. "Looks like we'll have a little high school reunion."

 "Monica?" Mark asked timidly.

 "Yeah."

 "Please don't say anything to Tina. I really don't..."

 "Don't worry about Tina," Monica replied. "I promise. I won't say a word."

 "Thanks, Monica. Really."

 "Don't thank me yet," Monica laughed as she ushered Mark out of her room. "We'll see you Wednesday night." 

 Mark started back down the hall before being interrupted again by his former classmate.

 "Hey, Mark," Monica yelled down the hall.

 "Huh?" Mark answered begrudgingly. 

 "You're ass looks a little red," Monica said with a laugh. "I hope you're okay."

 "Fuck you," Mark mumbled under his breath as he turned away from his former classmate. He tried putting Monica out of his mind as he rushed passed another group of girls toward the study room. He longed for his clothes and some time alone.

 "What took you so long?" Lucy joked as Mark burst back into the study room.

 Mark was glad that Lucy was the only person left in the study room. Mark didn't know what happened to Janice and Brooke, and, frankly, he didn't care. 

 Mark handed Lucy the clipboard and grabbed his pile of clothes; without asking permission, he immediately started getting dressed. Fortunately for Mark, Lucy didn't object to his presumptive modesty. Perhaps the redhead saw Mark's equally red ass and took pity on her ex-boyfriend. He had been through a lot since five o'clock that morning.

 Once Mark was dressed, Lucy walked him back through the next week's plan. He was going to spend Monday night with Emily, Wednesday with Monica, and Friday with Alison. "Looks like you have a fun week planned," Lucy joked. "You go through with this like we discussed, and we're even. That video will never see the light of day."

 "Really?" Mark asked hoping for confirmation. "You'll get rid of those videos?"

 "You don't trust me," Lucy responded with an evil look.

 "I do," Mark said. "I promise I do."

 "Good enough," Lucy said. "I guess you're done here. We'll see you Monday night at six forty-five. You're going to have so much fun with Emily."

 Mark was certainly worried about his evening with Emily. She was the least of his concerns, however; Mark was more nervous about what Alison and Monica might have planned for him.

 Even though Monica promised not to say anything to her little sister, Mark couldn't live with himself if Tina somehow got mixed up in all this. Mark also worried about Alison. The tall brunette already beat his ass raw, and it wasn't even her night yet. Alison had a mean streak, and, one way or another, she was going to make him suffer. Of that, Mark was certain.

 There was a silver lining to his long humiliating day. As of midnight next Friday he would be free. Mark had to believe that. It was the only thing keeping him going at this point.



The Nerd Conquest Pt. 03



Author's Note: This story is based on a story I wrote in 2014. Portions of Part 01 and most of Part 02 and Part 04 are rewritten from the previous story. Part 03 and Part 05 do not contain any rewritten material.

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**A Night at the Movies**

After an angst-filled weekend of pacing his dorm room and imagining worst case scenarios, it was finally Monday. As much as Mark wasn't looking forward to what this new week had in store for him, he was one step closer to having his life back. After Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, and her roommate caught Mark spying on the girls' shower, they were holding the video of said offense against him.

To pay for his perversion, Mark agreed to give three girls who were in the shower that morning an evening of service. Mark would have to do whatever each of the girls asked of him; he had no idea what the girls would expect, but he assumed the demands would be humiliating. First up was Emily followed by Monica, his former schoolmate, on Wednesday, and Alison on Friday. Each girl could be a kind or as cruel as she wanted. They just weren't allowed to get him arrested, injured, or kicked out of school. 

After this week was over, Lucy promised they would let him live his life. The damning videos would never see the light of day.

Mark's evening with Emily was to begin at six forty-five when he was expected to report to the study room and prepare himself according to Emily's instructions. He wasn't sure how the required preparation would be communicated to him, but he assumed Lucy had everything plotted out. Hoping for some extra time to collect his thoughts, Mark headed to the study room about ten minutes early.

When Mark entered the designated room, he found a couple of girls working on a computer. Since he didn't recognize them, Mark assumed they had no connection to Lucy or Janice. The strangers were most likely using the study room for its appointed purpose and had no idea why Mark walked in on them.

"Can we help you?" one of the girls, a skinny brunette, asked Mark. She was clearly annoyed by his presence. 

"Sorry," Mark replied. "I'm just...I'm just supposed to meet someone here."

"Awesome," the brunette responded sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at her friend, a full-figured girl with darker skin and auburn hair. The two turned their backs to Mark and continued with their work.

Mark sat in the same chair Janice caught him in the week prior. He wasn't sure what to do considering the two random girls. What if Lucy or Janice showed up while the two strangers were still studying? This evening was going to be difficult enough as it was. Mark didn't want to involve anyone who wasn't already part of his ongoing humiliation. Even so, it wasn't like Mark could ask the girls to leave.

Just ahead of the designated rendezvous time, Brooke walked into the room with a shopping bag. Evidenced by a wide grin, the young blonde clearly enjoyed surprising Mark with her presence. "Oh, you're here already," she said to Mark seemingly not noticing the two other girls. "You're early."

"Uh, hi," Mark responded. "Is Lucy coming?"

"No," Brooke responded. "She sent me to get you ready."

"Would you two mind keeping it down?" the skinny brunette girl petitioned angrily. "We have to finish our paper sometime this week. Can't you discuss this somewhere else?"

"So sorry," Brooke said with a curtsy and more than a hint of attitude. "We won't be very long."

"Whatever," The girl responded. "Just try to keep it down. Okay?"

"That's fine," Brooke returned with an evil grin. "It's just that my friend here lost a bet."

"So," the auburn-haired girl responded. "How's that our problem, anyway?"

"It's not your problem at all," Brooke said. "It's just that...well, he has to change his clothes."

The brunette slid the computer back on the desk and stood up. "Right now? In here? He has to get changed in here? Can't he go to the bathroom or something?"

"Sorry," Brooke said pulling a plaid skirt from her bag. "He lost a bet, and now he has to pay up."

Mark squirmed in his chair realizing Brooke was about to have him change into a classic school-girl skirt. He tried to protest but couldn't force even the first word from his throat.

"That?" the auburn-haired girl laughed pointing at the skirt. "He has to wear that?"

"You got it," Brooke returned with a smile. "He has to put this on, and he has to do it right here."

The brunette turned her chair toward Mark sitting down deliberately with her arms crossed. "I guess he can get dressed in here if he wants, but we were here first; we're not leaving."

The other girl moved her chair next to the brunette. "Go ahead." She circled her finger at the skirt still displayed by Brooke. "We could use a study break anyway."

Mark stood up and tried to grab the skirt from Brooke. "I'll just go to my room and change," he suggested. "I...I don't want to bother anyone."

Brooke snatched the garment back and stood between Mark and his exit. "You know better than that; don't you, Mark?"

"Please," Mark whispered to Brooke; he positioned himself between Brooke and the other girls hoping for a private exchange. "Haven't I been through enough already?"

"I'm sorry," Brooke insisted in a voice the other girls could easily hear. "Now step back."

Nervously, Mark moved back to the center of the room. "Can I...Can I have the skirt?"

Leaning back against the door, Brooke put the skirt back in the bag. "I'll give you the skirt in a minute." Brooke paused pointing her finger at Mark moving it up and down his body. "I need those first."

"Now we're talking," the brunette stranger said as her friend whistled at Mark. "Take it off. Take it all off," the duo chanted.

Mark realized he would have to get over his shyness. As much as he didn't want to strip naked in front of Brooke and two strangers, Mark knew this was just the beginning. Whatever Emily had in store for Mark over the next few hours, one thing was certain; modesty was not going to be an option.

The two study girls cheered as Mark pulled his shirt up his soft abdomen and over his head. Mark did his best to ignore the catcalls even though there was little he could do to conceal his humiliation. After everything that happened the previous week, simply removing his shirt couldn't be this difficult.

A lump formed in Mark's throat as he set his shirt on the chair and slowly slipped out of his shoes. He knew his pants were next. Leaning against the door, Brooke glared at Mark. She had seen everything Mark had to offer the previous week, but she still wasn't about to give him any privacy. Clearly unimpressed, the study girls whispered back and forth giggling at Mark's expense.

Mark fought to release the stubborn button on his pants, but his fingers weren't responding. Mark shook his hands violently in front of his waist trying to regain control of his digits. 

"It's okay," Brooke encouraged. "You've done this all before. Just calm down, Mark."

Brooke's support somehow relaxed Mark enough to where he was able unhook the button and slide his pants down to his feet.

The study girls were nowhere near as supportive; they broke out in uproarious laughter pointing at Mark's hard dick pressing outward against his briefs.

Hoping to keep his underwear on, Mark collected his clothes and offered them to Brooke. Mark knew Brooke expected him to strip completely naked, but he hoped she would show at least a modicum of mercy. Maybe she would let him keep his briefs at least until the study girls were out of the picture.

"I don't think so," Brooke responded. She cocked her head and rested a hand on her hip. She used her free hand to point out Mark's bulging underwear. "Those too."

As Mark jerked his underwear down his legs, the auburn-haired study girl attempted to take a picture with her phone. As soon as Mark saw the girl's phone come out of her purse, he jerked the underwear back up his legs and coiled his arms over his midsection. 

Brooke jumped between Mark and the two girls. "Have a little respect," Brooke demanded. "No fucking pictures."

"Whatever," the girl snapped putting her phone back in her purse. "Not much to remember anyway."

"I don't see you looking away," Brooke returned stepping closer to the girls. "No one's making you watch him."

"Fuck you," the skinny brunette said. She slammed her laptop shut and grabbed her friend's hand. "Let's get the hell out of here."

"No kidding," the other girl said. "Maybe we should call the police or something."

"Do whatever you want," Brooke insisted. "Not my problem."

The girls stormed out of the room leaving Brooke alone with her nearly naked subject. Brooke followed behind the two and slammed the door behind them.

"Thanks for that," Mark said to Brooke.

"Don't thank me," Brooke said. "Stupid bitches." After a moment's pause, the young blonde again pointed to Mark's briefs. "Stop stalling, Mark."

"Oh," Mark said casually slipping out of his underwear. "Sure thing." Removing the briefs in front of only Brooke seemed easy compared to Mark's previous few stripteases.

As soon as Mark's underwear hit the floor, Brooke set the shopping bag down and slid it over to Mark with her foot.

Mark put on his outfit for the night. He wasn't sure how safe it was to wander around publicly dressed this way. The skirt fit Mark alright but did little to conceal his erection. In addition to the skirt, Mark was provided a white midriff blouse that tied together just above his belly button, white knee socks, and black buckle shoes. Mark looked ridiculous, and he knew it.

As nervous as wearing the school-girl ensemble made Mark, it was better than the alternative. He was just a few days removed, after all, from visiting several sixth-floor rooms completely naked. Anything had to be better than that.

"Well," Brooke said inspecting Mark's costume. "You better get to Emily's room. It looks like she has quite a night lined up for you."

"Sure," Mark replied nervously. "Okay." After a moment's pause he continued. "And thanks again for before. You know...with the girls."

Brooke smiled and looked down at the floor. "Oh well...No problem." Catching herself in a moment of solidarity with Mark, Brooke snapped her head back up and grabbed Mark by the bicep. "Get out of here. You're gonna be late."

Mark exited the study room with his head down; his plan was to keep moving and refuse to engage any passersby. There was no good explanation, after all, for his outfit. 

Sticking to his planned non-responsiveness, Mark ignored a small group of students in the foyer; they laughed and hollered as Mark passed by but failed to elicit any discussion. Mark kept moving into the girls' hallway which, thankfully, was empty. Not wanting to press his luck, Mark jogged to Emily's room and banged on the door.

"There you are," Emily said with a smile motioning for her cross-dressed visitor to enter her room. "You look so good," she continued. "I can't wait till Janna sees you."

Scanning the room, Mark realized that Emily's roommate wasn't there.

"Janna has a late class," Emily offered gleefully as she gathered her purse and keys. "She'll meet us there."

"There?" Mark asked nervously. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Of course," Emily said lifting Mark's skirt for a peak underneath. "We're going to the movies."

"What?" Mark asked while trying unsuccessfully to step away from Emily's advance. "The movies? Like this?"

"Why not?" Grinning mischievously, Emily let Mark's skirt fall back to his thighs and rested her hand on his chest. "We didn't get you all dressed up for nothing."

"Please," Mark begged holding the sides of his skirt against his thighs. "Please don't make me go out in public. Not like this."

"So sorry," Emily said collecting her phone and purse. "We already made plans. Besides, it's Monday. The theater will practically be empty. No one goes to the movies on Monday night."

The number of theater patrons was hardly Mark's only concern. Just to get to the movies, Mark would need to walk down to and through the dormitory lobby then out through the parking lot, and that was only for starters. 

Emily grabbed Mark's hand and walked him out of her room into the sixth floor hallway. "Come on, Mark," Emily said to her seemingly dejected date. "Just own it. Act like you chose that outfit, and you don't give a shit what anyone else thinks. Don't give anyone that kind of power over you."

As ironic as her advice was, Emily had a great point. Mark's embarrassed reactions would only feed anyone making fun of him. Even so, masking his utter humiliation would be tough. This was the last thing Mark would normally wear in public. Even if he did somehow decide to wear such a skirt, he would certainly add underwear to the occasion.

Emily escorted Mark past a couple girls hanging out in the hallway. Surprisingly, the girls didn't pay much attention to Mark's attire. Mark was hopeful their lack of response was indicative of how the rest of his night would play out.

Mark and Emily entered an empty elevator but weren't lucky enough for a private ride to the first floor; the elevator made stops on the fourth and second stories and was completely full before arriving in the lobby. While none of the new occupants confronted Mark directly, he made out quite a bit of whispering and giggling. Mark kept his eyes on the illuminated floor indicator above the elevator door counting the seconds until he could exit the crowded container.

As Emily escorted Mark into the dormitory lobby, it felt like everyone was staring at him. Mark even noticed a couple of cell phone's capturing his catwalk through the congregation. There was nothing he could do for privacy; he had to tough it out. Like Emily said, he had to own it.

Immediately upon stepping outside the dormitory, Mark felt a rush of cold air blowing under his plaid skirt. As refreshing as the breeze felt against his sweaty skin, it only served to remind Mark of his vulnerable state. Mark also worried that a gust of wind could expose his privates to everyone. He thought about how he used to love walking behind a skirt-clad girl on a windy day; the juxtaposition would have been amusing if not so surreal.

Finally, Mark and Emily made it to her little silver car where Emily unlocked and opened the passenger door for Mark. Once safely inside, Mark adjusted his skirt between his legs and the seat hoping to provide himself with the most possible coverage. 

"See," Emily said once in the driver's seat next to Mark. "That wasn't so bad. Was it?" She took a few second to check the mirrors then adjust the fan and radio for their trip. After a quick wink at her passenger, Emily threw her car into gear and headed toward the movie theater. "We're going to have so much fun. I can't wait."

Emily tried to make casual conversation as they took the short drive to the theater; she asked Mark about his major, his family, and his taste in music. Mark thought it odd that Emily was so nonchalant about his situation; she was treating their adventure like just another night out with friends rather than an opportunity to punish and humiliate Mark.

"There she is," Emily said pointing out her roommate. Janna was saving a place in the ticket line outside the theater.

Mark didn't respond; he was instead preoccupied with the gathering of people about to see him in his short skirt and knee socks. Thankfully, save Janna and Emily, Mark didn't see anyone he recognized. That was something.

Mark sat in the car as Emily stepped out and walked around to his door; she was amused by how nervous her date was about exiting her vehicle. "Come on," Emily said opening Mark's door. "Might as well get this over with."

Mark did his best to hold the skirt in place as he stepped out of the car. He never realized how much work such a simple task turned out to be while wearing a skirt. Judging by Emily's giggle, Mark realized that his attempt to keep his skirt in place failed.

Mark tried to keep his arms crossed in front of his mid-section as he walked up to the line. Once again, his erection was tenting the front of his skirt. As much as he would never admit it, Mark was aroused by his subjugation, by being forced to wear this skirt out in public.

"Don't you look cute," Janna said as Mark and Emily joined the line. Emily's bulky roommate gave Mark a big hug making a point to grab his ass with both hands, a show of affection that did not go unnoticed by the rest of the movie queue. "I saved us a place in line."

"Thanks, babe," Emily said to her roommate as she grabbed Mark's hand and joined the group.

Looking up and down the ticket line, Mark realized he was the primary, and likely the exclusive, subject of conversation. He noticed a group of sorority girls taking selfies in front of him. Toward the front of the line, a mother, despite her son's protest, pulled him out of line and back to their car. Strangely enough, Mark was offended by the mother's intolerance; it wasn't like he was naked.

The lady in the ticket booth shot Mark an evil look as Emily ordered three tickets to some romantic comedy Mark had never heard of; the ticket lady reluctantly offered the trio entrance.

"Get us some popcorn and drinks," Emily said to Mark as she handed him a small wad of cash and grabbed Janna's arm. "We'll go save us some seats."

Watching Emily and Janna head to the theater left Mark feeling even more vulnerable than before. Standing in the snack line by himself wearing the skirt and midriff-baring blouse was nothing short of excruciating. He tried to take Emily's advice and act as though it was his choice to dress like this; Mark simply wasn't that confident.

"Can I help you...sir?" the girl at the snack bar asked when it was finally Mark's turn.

Mark assumed the girl was just trying to be nice rather than making fun of him. He ordered a large tub of popcorn and two drinks, one each for Janna and Emily. Mark wanted to avoid a mid-movie bathroom break. Besides, a third drink would almost certainly require two trips to carry everything. That wasn't going to happen.

Mark made his way back to the theater. Since their movie had been out a while, Mark's auditorium was in the back of the complex. Besides Mark and the girls, there were around fifteen other people in attendance. Emily and Janna were waiting for Mark in the second-to-last row on the left side of the auditorium. The closest other moviegoers were a group of college-age girls sitting three rows forward.

"There you are," Emily said to Mark. She patted the seat between Janna and herself. "Take a load off."

Mark stepped into the isle and paused at Emily's legs; she was resting her feet across the aisle. Instead of moving her legs for Mark, Emily flashed an evil grin and again patted Mark's empty seat. Emily expected Mark to step over her legs while trying not to spill the drinks and popcorn all over the place.

Mark stepped his first foot carefully over Emily's knees as she stared him down. Neither said a thing as Mark stood awkwardly with Emily's calves jammed between his thighs. Mark paused a second to secure his grip on the drink tray; the light popcorn on one side and heavier drinks on the other presented a challenge in itself. 

As Mark took his final step over Emily's knees, the blonde reached up the back of his skirt and grabbed his ass. Unprepared for the grope, Mark stumbled forward almost spilling the drinks on Janna's lap. Emily laughed at how jumpy her date was. "Careful, babe. You almost made a mess there."

Without response, Mark took his seat. By the scowl on his face, the senior computer science major was transitioning from embarrassed to flat-out pissed.

"Calm down, Mark," Emily chided. "We're just having a little fun."

"Someone can't take a joke," Janna added grabbing her drink and a handful of popcorn. "Can he?"




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 03



"You didn't get anything for yourself?" Emily asked. She took her own drink and placed it on the armrest opposite Mark.

"No," Mark answered holding the popcorn bucket firmly on his lap. "I'm not thirsty."

"Spoilsport," Emily joked poking her straw through her drink's plastic lid. "Don't get dehydrated. We have a long night ahead of us?"

"A long night?" Mark asked. His seat creaked as he shifted anxiously.

"Yep," Emily said. "Don't worry about that right now. The movie's about to begin."

Mark was in fact very worried. He accepted that his night was going to consist of going to the movies in the ridiculous skirt. Did the girls have something else in mind? Wasn't this bad enough already? What might be happening after the movie? 

Emily and Janna talked back and forth across Mark as they waited for the show to begin. Mark wanted to press the girls for more information about their plans, but, in a way, he didn't want to know.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief as the auditorium lights dimmed and the curtain opened. The darkness felt almost reassuring. Despite what the girls had lined up after the movie, Mark had ninety minutes of privacy ahead of him, almost two hours where nobody was staring and pointing at his ridiculous outfit.

As the previews began, Emily took the popcorn from Mark's lap and handed the bucket to Janna. Keeping her torso turned toward Mark, the blonde rested her hand on his leg just below his skirt; she leaned into his ear whispering provocatively. "Are you ready for some fun?" 

"Fun?" Mark queried. "What do you mean?"

"We're gonna have some fun during the movie," Emily continued. She slid her hand up Mark's leg and under his skirt grazing the tip of his penis.

Mark's dick shot up into an erection as if spring activated. "I don't know," Mark responded. "What do you mean?"

"As soon as the previews are over," Emily answered. "We need you to slip out of your skirt."

"You what?" Mark whispered with enough volume for the girls in front of them to turn around. "I can't do that," he continued in a softer tone. "Not here."

"Sorry," Emily responded. "You said you would do as we ask. Besides, it'll be dark in here. We'll give you the skirt back before the movie ends. Don't worry. We won't let you get in trouble."

"I can't," Mark said. "I just can't."

"Sure you can," Emily added reaching further up Mark's skirt and grabbing his penis. "You'd be surprised what you can do when you put your mind to it."

Janna leaned into Mark's other ear and put her hand on Mark's right knee. "You have to," she whispered. "Otherwise, we'll tell Janice. You don't want that. Do you?"

"I don't know," Mark said. "Someone'll see. Can't we wait until after the movie when it's more private?"

"No one's gonna see," Emily said squeezing Mark's rod firmly. "Besides, it's like Janna said; you don't really have much choice. Do you?"

"Fine," Mark relented. He slid his butt back in his chair and leaned forward enough to push Emily's hand from his dick. "Whatever," he continued. "When the movie starts." 

Mark was scared about getting caught, and he was certainly humiliated by just about everything that happened to this point. Even so, Mark was very aroused by the situation. Could he really go through with this? What else did the girls have in store for him?

Normally, Mark loved watching movie previews; these previews were different, however. Each coming attraction was like watching sand sift through an hourglass. As each feature ended, he wondered if there would be another. It was just a matter of time before the movie would start, and he would have to take off his skirt. 

Mark thought about what a slippery slope his penalty had become. If you had asked him a week earlier if he would consider sneaking into the girls shower room naked, wear a skirt in public, or sit through a movie without any pants, he would have laughed you out of the room. 

That was a week ago, though. Now Mark was all in; he past the point of no return. Tonight, his fate was in Emily's hands. Mark fully understood that once he took off that skirt, Emily could do whatever she wanted with him. She could strand him there half naked; she could even call the police herself.

Mark's throat felt dry; it was almost painful to breathe. He looked down at the tent in his skirt just below the slight bulge of skin around his waist. Mark was going to miss that damned skirt.

As the preview for some other romantic comedy he had no interest in ended, Mark knew the movie was about to begin. It was like he had some psychic connection to the preview real. Looking around the theater, there were still a few people trickling in to their seats. Mark always hated people who showed up late for movies. What was normally an annoyance, however, could become a bigger problem for Mark. What if someone tried to sit near him after he took off the skirt?

As the production company credits rolled, Mark's heart sunk. 

"That's the movie," Emily whispered.

"Please, Emily," Mark begged again. He knew his pleas were likely for naught but had to try. "I promise that I'll do anything you want afterward. Please."

"Sorry, Mark. It's time to lose the skirt."

Fighting for every breath, Mark reached around his back and unzipped the plaid skirt. He struggled momentarily with the zipper.

Janna giggled at Mark's effort. "Having trouble with that?"

"He should try a bra," Emily added. "We know how guys hate taking those off."

Mark grabbed the bottom edges of his skirt while remaining firmly seated. He gave the ends a soft pull and felt the coarse fabric scrape between his ass and the smooth theater seat. Mark jerked the skirt down to his knees. The tip of his dick held ground under the waistband like a catapult preparing to fire.

Mark pushed the skirt to the floor as his dick sprung free; it was exciting, humiliating, and even painful at the same time. Mark cupped his hands over his exposed genitals. His fingers could feel his dick throbbing violently. "Please don't cum right now," Mark thought to himself. "Not here. Not like this."

As soon as the skirt fell to the floor, Emily reached down and grabbed the garment; she set the skirt in the open seat to her left. "You'll get it back when the movie's over," she whispered to Mark.

Mark didn't reply opting instead to sit quietly holding both hands over his bare dick. He had no idea what to expect next; he looked anxiously around the auditorium making sure no one was looking at him or calling security.

Emily and Janna turned their attention to the movie. They acted as though it was a normal showing of some lame movie they wouldn't remember seeing a year from now.

As time passed, Mark accepted that no one saw him take off the skirt. Even the group of girls just a few rows in front of him had no idea he was naked from the waist down. All he had to do now was ride out the rest of the show. He would be so grateful to get that humiliating skirt back after the movie; he would be more than happy to walk back to the car in his school-girl outfit.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, Emily looked across Mark at Janna. As Janna made eye contact, Emily nodded. Mark knew they had something else planned.

Emily turned her head back to the movie screen as did Janna. The anticipation of what the girls had in store scared the shit out of Mark even more than it thrilled him. Eventually, with her eyes still fixed on the movie screen, Emily reached her hand down and grabbed Mark's left wrist. She gently moved Mark's arm free of his penis and rested it on the armrest between them. Janna followed suit with Mark's right arm leaving his rock-hard dick completely exposed in the cool theater air.

Mark tried to lean forward over his penis; he could feel his dickhead rubbing against the bottom of his white blouse, but the positioning offered little privacy. Could he really be expected to sit through the movie with his cock waiving around like this?

Emily let go of Mark's wrist and starting digging through her purse. Mark knew better than to move his limb from the armrest. Emily reached over Mark to hand Janna something. Perhaps more focused on Emily's small right breast rubbing against his forearm, Mark couldn't make out what was being passed between the girls.

Emily's and Janna's next movements had as much precision and unison as a well-choreographed dance routine. The girls casually but quickly wrapped thin plastic zip ties around Mark's wrists and his seat. Before realizing what was happening, the plastic bonds locked Mark's arms firmly against the padded armrests; he couldn't move his arms at all.

Mark wanted to protest; this was simply too much. If someone walked by, there would be nothing he could do to cover himself. How could he ever possibly explain this? Being tied to his chair pushed him to his limit. Even so, Mark was out of options. Was he going to yell out, call for security?

Mark turned to Emily and stared at her like a helpless puppy. He wanted to ask her intentions or even beg for mercy, but he couldn't get the words out his mouth. Besides, Emily was again fixated on the movie. Mark looked over to his right where Janna was also paying him no mind. Again, the girls were acting like nothing happened, like they didn't tie his hands to the goddamned armrests.

After a few minutes, Janna leaned toward Emily. Her forearm brushed against Mark's dick as she reached over his body and rested her hand on his left arm. When Emily saw her friend leaning in, the curly-haired blond leaned across Mark from the opposite direction. 

"I'm getting a refill," Janna said to Emily as Mark squirmed between them. "Want anything?"

"I'm good," Emily whispered back looking down Janna's elbow dangling over Mark's groin. She glanced at Mark with a smile and raised brow.

Apparently trying to make as much noise as possible, Janna stepped over Mark toward the isle. "Excuse, me," she said boldly. Heads around the theater looked back in judgement identifying Janna as the source of the commotion.

Mark kept his head down as Janna stumbled out of their row and down the stairs away from Emily and him. Thankfully, the unwanted attention moved down the walkway with her. For the time being, no one, save Emily, was looking at Mark.

After another smile and a wink, Emily refocused her attention toward the large screen and the movie's boring overused plotline. Sure enough, the guy was going to leave the girl only to realize that the girl was the very person he wanted all along. Mark would have been offended even if he wasn't strapped to a movie seat with his dick flapping in the wind.

As time passed, Mark almost managed to forget his exposed and vulnerable state. Having Janna gone somehow made his penalty a little easier to bear. Mark was hardly hot for Emily. She just acted like she's seen a dick before, like it was no big deal. For Emily, Mark's punishment was a game; for Janna, it was more like a joke.

After about ten minutes, Mark started to wonder where Janna was, not that he was in any hurry to have her return. He just feared that her absence would become part of some larger scheme. Mark told himself that he had to stop worrying about what might be next. As cliché as it was, he had to take the rest of the night one step at a time.

Emily also appeared to be fretting Janna's time away. She kept scanning the theater looking for her roommate. Mark was sure something was up, and he knew it wouldn't be good.

Emily locked eyes at Mark for a second as though she wanted to tell him something. Mark crooked his neck hoping Emily would in fact offer insight, any information at all. Emily didn't respond to Mark's hopeful glare; she just stood up quietly and headed down the stairs. Mark watched as Emily's shadow made its way around the corner and out of the theater. Mark was left alone strapped to his chair without any pants on. What the fuck was going on? Were the girls even coming back?

His heart racing, Mark tried unsuccessfully to break his hands free from the plastic ties. The more he struggled to escape, the more the bonds cut into his wrists. Two seats down, he could see his skirt right where Emily left it. Mark slouched down in his chair as far as he could and stretched his leg toward the skirt. It was no use. He couldn't get the correct angle to even make contact with the garment. 

Forcing himself to breathe, Mark looked around the theater. It didn't appear that anyone else knew of his vulnerable state. Mark thought about trying to summon the girls a few rows forward. Even if he did get their attention without alerting the rest of the theater, however, Mark had little faith they would help him without making a scene.

Mark had one option, to sit quietly and wait, or rather hope, for Emily's return.

Mark's penis felt like it was about to explode off his body. Warm fluids pressed from the inside out as if they were going to blow free at any moment. He could feel specific veins pumping blood up and down his stem. Even in the crowded theater, all Mark could think about was finishing himself off; he desperately wanted to ejaculate.

Mark took deep breaths and tried focusing on the movie. He figured the low-budget motion picture had to be at least half over. "Breathe," Mark whispered to himself. "Come on, Mark. Just breathe." It took a few minutes, but Mark was able to salve his nerves. Slowly, his unit fell from attention and disconnected from Mark's brain. Unfortunately for Mark, his calm was short-lived. 

A group of girls walked into the dark auditorium. Since he had been keeping track of everyone coming into and leaving the theater, Mark knew the group was entering the movie for the first time. While it would be commonplace for people to wonder in a few minutes late, they had to be almost an hour into the show.

Mark watched as the group stepped quietly but intently toward his seat. With each step, Mark grew more certain the girls were headed in his direction. What was he going to do?

Mark tried to lean over his growing penis as the girls stepped into the row immediately in front of his. He again tried to position the base of his white blouse over his lap for as much cover as possible. Mark realized the already high-cut top wasn't going to provide him any cover at all. If one of the girls even turned back toward him, she would see Mark exposed in all his glory.

Mark tried to remain calm as the girls shuttled into their seats. Several of the girls looked directly at Mark, even making eye contact. None of them reacted to Mark's exposed state, however. They just took their seats and turned toward the movie. Even though Mark could only see their shadows, he knew they saw him. The movie light, after all, was reflecting right off of his white shirt and pale legs. There was no way they failed to notice his situation. The only reason they wouldn't say anything was that they were expecting to find him there. The girls were part of Emily's plan.

After a few more minutes, Mark saw three more girls walking up the isle toward him. Since the row in front of him was now full, Mark worried they might join his row. 

The second group of girls sat in the row immediately behind Mark. Once again, the girls made no mention of the half-naked guy tied to his seat with his dick waiving in the air. 

Mark tried to ignore the girls surrounding him and to instead focus on the movie screen. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest. It was like the old slapping game where you hold your hands on top of your opponent's hands and wait for the other person to strike. Unlike that game, however, Mark's hands were tied to his seat.

After a couple tortuous minutes, Mark felt one of the girls behind him lean forward as if she was going to whisper something to him. He tried to turn back and acknowledge her, but the girl grabbed his head with both hands and pointed it toward the glowing screen. There was no question, the girls had plans for Mark; he just had to sit quietly and take whatever they were going to dish out.

Just as the girl from behind him let go of his head, Mark felt cool smooth material, probably a scarf, wrap around his face. Mark's eyes were covered; he could see the blurred light from the movie screen and shadowy figures through the material, but nothing was clear. Mark jerked his hands momentarily as if he was going to remove the blinder; his failed attempt reminded him of the plastic ties around his wrists. 

Once the scarf was in place and tied securely behind his head, Mark saw a couple shadows breaking up the movie light. Two of the girls in front of him were moving back to his row. One of the shadowy figures stepped over Mark and sat to his right, where Janna had been sitting. The other girl sat to his left, in Emily's chair. Mark didn't say a word. 

Without any explanation, the girl to his right started unbuttoning his shirt. Mark tried to turn out of the girl's reach, but there was no way to resist. She didn't remove his blouse entirely; she just left it unbuttoned and open as she started rubbing on his stomach and chest. Strangely enough for a guy with his dick already unveiled, Mark felt even more exposed.

The girl continued rubbing Mark's chest and occasionally moving down his stomach. Each time the hand started down his abdomen, Mark hoped it would continue to his throbbing manhood. Not sure if intentional or not, Mark began thrusting his exposed dick upward toward the girl's soft hand. As evidenced by his obvious maneuver Mark desperately wanted the girl to stop rubbing his chest and start stroking his cock.

The girl to Mark's left started rubbing up and down his left leg with one hand and running fingers through his hair with the other. She leaned slowly toward his neck; Mark could feel her warm breath against his skin as she moved closer to him pressing her large chest into his bicep. The girl slowly lifted her head up his neck to the side of his face. She barely touched her lips against Mark's cheek then pulled away leaving only a faint smudge of lip gloss.

As the girls rubbed on Mark, he continued contorting his body pressing his dick toward their hands. The girls deftly avoided contact with Mark's unit despite his best efforts to the contrary. Not to be thwarted, Mark continued to thrust his penis around hoping for any attention, any relief, he could get. 

Instead of offering affection to his pulsing dick, however, the girl on his right slapped his cock. Her blow was gentle yet direct. The slap surprised Mark enough to elicit a brief yelp. Since he was blindfolded, Mark had no way of knowing whether his reaction drew any notice from the unsuspecting audience members. Also to his dismay, both girls ceased any attention they were giving Mark. It was as if his unrelenting advances halted their affection.

Mark thought about asking the girls to continue but still wasn't sure what to expect. He didn't even know who the girls were after all. Mark hoped the girls were strangers to him, but there was no way to be sure. It was entirely possible that they were from one of his classes or even his hometown. This both excited and terrified Mark.

Mark sat quietly waiting to see what was next and hoping that the girls would continue their exploits. For the longest time, however, the girls sat still seemingly paying more attention to the movie than the naked guy tied to the chair between them.

Just as he assumed the group was tired of fucking with him, Mark heard one of the girls from behind him get up and round his row of seats. He felt her step over the girl to his left. Instead of continuing past Mark, however, the third girl knelt down on the floor by Mark's feet and rested her hands on his lap. Could she be about to do what he was hoping she would do? 

Mark could only see the girl's shadow as she leaned down into his lap; Mark braced himself for what he hoped was about to happen. The girl's hands pressed into Mark's thighs as her face descended downward. Mark felt her breathing against the tip of his cock. Mark thought about thrusting forward into the girl's face but didn't want to get slapped again.




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 03



The girl's head hovered over Mark's penis for several seconds without making contact; just the thought of the stranger so close to his manhood almost made Mark cum without any assistance. What was she doing? Why was she waiting?

Not able to take it any longer, Mark finally thrust his hips toward the girl's face. To Mark's disappointment, the girl pulled back before making the slightest contact with him. Mark couldn't understand what she was doing.

Mark let his ass rest back against his seat as he awaited the girl's response. Even though she pulled away from him, she was still kneeling at his feet. There was still hope.

"Thwap." 

Mark felt a burning pain against his dick. It felt like the girl flicked it with her finger. 

"Thwap," went the girl's finger against his penis again. Mark heard one of the other girls chuckle as his body jerked back in his seat.

Mark leaned his torso forward trying to protect himself, but the assailant pushed him back against his chair. The girl then moved her face back down into his lap. Was she trying again? At least this time, Mark knew not to thrust forward. 

Mark heard a blowing sound and felt a cool breeze against his erect penis. The cool air felt good but only enhanced Mark's desire for conclusion. The girl continued to blow on Mark as he fought every urge to push his dick into her face. 

After a few seconds of blowing on Mark's dick, the girl brushed her fingertips ever-so-gently against his rod. Mark could barely feel the girl's touch; he clenched his hands against the armrests and wrapped his feet and calves under his chair. He couldn't take this much longer.

Again, Mark felt the girl dropping her head down into his lap. Instead of blowing this time, though, Mark felt the tip of the girl's tongue graze the head of his penis. He was sure the girl got a taste of pre-cum. Again and again, the girl brushed her tongue against Mark's dick. Mark compressed his teeth together waiving his head back and forth. 

After a brief pause, the girl started to wrap her lips around Mark's cock. Mark felt her lips slide over his dickhead as her tongue again flickered against his tip. Just as Mark thought the girl was going to offer him relief she pulled back letting his cock fling freely into the air outside her mouth. Again and again the girl started to take Mark's manhood into her throat just before pulling back and denying him what he desired most. The mystery girl teased Mark relentlessly; he was beyond the point of breaking. 

The only thing Mark could think about was getting his dick further into the girl's mouth. Realizing it would cost him, Mark waited for the girl's lips to once again circle his head. At just the right moment, Mark jammed his dick forward into her throat.

Immediately the girl snapped back. "Thwap...Thwap...Thwap," the girl thumped his penis much harder than before. 

After a moment of silent pause, Mark heard the girl rummaging through her purse for something. He desperately wanted to know what she had in store for him next. He was in pain. He was excited. He was scared. He was frustrated.

The girl moved her hand slowly back toward his center; Mark felt what he assumed was a feather running down his chest to his stomach and around his throbbing dick. After teasing between his legs for a few seconds, the stranger started brushing the feather up and down Mark's rod. 

Again, Mark clenched his hands against the armrests and wrapped his legs under the seat. He knew better than to push the girl into anything; his penis still burned from his last thumping, after all. Mark wanted to cum; he needed to cum, but he couldn't.

Mark inadvertently let out a guttural moan as the shadowy figure brushed the feather up and down his desperate dick. He did his best to choke back any noise for fear of alerting the other movie patrons, but he had to get relief. "Please," Mark whispered toward the girl.

The girl leaned in to Mark's ear. "Please, what?"

"Please do it. Please let me cum."

"Sorry, Mark," The girl whispered leaning away from Mark.

Hearing the girl use his name startled Mark. She knew who he was. It was likely that Emily told the girls his name before presumably sending them up to tease and torture him. Mark also knew it was possible that the girls actually knew him somehow.

After teasing Mark's dick for a few more minutes, the girl in front of Mark stood up and stumbled out of Mark's isle. Mark couldn't tell if the girl left or if she just sat back down behind him. What could possibly happen next?

Over the next several minutes, Mark saw shadows moving away from his row toward the exit. The girls were leaving the theater one at a time. Just as it appeared the row in front of Mark was empty, the girl to his right stepped over him and out of the row. There was still a single girl sitting to his left in Emily's former seat.

Mark figured the movie had to be close to over. Even with his blindfold on, Mark could tell that the main characters were getting back together. In a matter of minutes, the leading lady would live happily ever after, and Mark would still be tied to his seat with his teased and neglected dick pointing to the exits.

When the girl to his left started moving around, Mark assumed that she was about to leave him too. He thought about asking her to give him his skirt or to at least take the blindfold off. The girl wasn't leaving, though. She had something else in mind.

Mark felt the girl leaning into his shoulder. Her boobs were much bigger than Emily's; they wrapped firmly around his bicep. Mark's heart stuttered as he felt the girl reach her left hand across her own body and grasp firmly onto his dick. 

The girl gave Mark a couple of quick pumps and pulled her hand away. It was almost enough to grant Mark his long-awaited release, just not quite what he needed. The girl then reached back into Mark's lap and grabbed Mark's ball sack firmly squeezing as hard as she could. It took everything Mark could muster to avoid screaming.

The girl held firm to Mark's sack; his eyes watered and he couldn't breathe at all. Mark tried to squirm out of the girl's grasp, but her grip only tightened. Just when Mark thought he was going to pass out, the girl let go. Mark's head fell back to his seat rest; he sucked in as much air as his lungs could contain.

Mark was in so much pain that he didn't even notice the girl rip the mask from his head and dart out of his row. By the time Mark had his wits about him, the girl was gone; he was once again alone in his row with his arms tied to the chair. Mark's wrists stung from the plastic ties, and his dick hurt from all the squeezing, thumping, and teasing.

Mark knew he was very close to running out of time. The movie couldn't have more than a few minutes left. As soon as everyone started getting up, Mark would be spotted. Where the fuck was Emily?

Mark fought unsuccessfully against the plastic cable ties for a few final minutes as the movie tied up its loose ends. 

The first groups of people were already heading toward the exits when Mark saw Emily skipping up the stairs toward him. She just made it to her seat as the movie credits started rolling and the theater lights kicked on. Not having time to do anything else, the blonde grabbed Mark's skirt and draped it over his naked lap. She then took a small pair of scissors and quickly cut the plastic straps from Mark's wrists.

"Where were you?" Mark asked pointedly.

"Calm down," Emily responded. "What? You didn't like my friends?"

"Whatever," Mark said waiting for his area of the theater to clear out before trying to slip back into the skirt. He dropped his head to the seat in front of his. "Where did you go?"

"Don't worry about me," Emily said. "It sounds like you had quite a party. Besides, you didn't get in trouble or anything, just like I promised."

Mark didn't respond. He just slid down his chair to the sticky cement floor and struggled to put his skirt back on. He hardly even noticed Emily hovering over him drinking in his awkward attempt to get dressed without anyone taking notice.

As Mark pulled himself back up to his feet, he spied Janna waiting for Emily by the exit. 

"Let's get out of here," Emily said grabbing Mark by the hand.

"Okay," Mark said. "I just need to use the restroom first." He did need to go to the restroom, but, more so, he was hopping to deal with his blue ball situation. His dick felt like it weighed fifteen pounds.

"Sorry," Emily said pulling Mark down the aisle. "No time."

"But I have to..."

"Sorry, Mark. We have to get back to the dorm."

"The dorm?" Mark panicked. "What's going on at the dorm?"

"You'll see," Emily responded coldly. "Now let's get going."

Rather than walking Emily and Mark back to their car, Janna informed Emily that she had other plans for the night. Janna gave Mark a final kiss on his cheek as she reached under his skirt and groped his ass one last time.

Mark followed behind Emily through the movie lobby like a dejected pet that didn't care to walk any further. At this point, the people staring and laughing at his outfit were nothing more than fading white noise. He was more concerned about what Emily had in store for him back at the dormitory. Beyond his exciting, humiliating, and painfully unfulfilling movie experience, Mark didn't expect to be surprised by anything.

After their trek through the lobby and the theater parking lot, Mark was relieved once again find himself alone in the car with Emily. He was still stuck in his plaid skirt and cropped blouse, but Emily's was the only set of eyes on him. That was as much privacy as he had all night even if it was just for the short drive back to campus.

"Oh," Emily said as she turned the car on. "I forgot. You had to go to the bathroom. Didn't you?"

"I did," Mark replied. "That's OK. I can wait until we get back to the dorm."

"Don't be silly," Emily said. She rolled her window down and emptied a large water bottle that had been sitting on the floor behind Mark's seat. "Go ahead and fill this up. Then we can get right on with our plans."

Mark looked at the pink see-through plastic container and its flexible straw. "Right here? Really, Emily. I'm OK. I don't even think I have to go anymore."

"But you said you had to go." Emily thrust the container in front of Mark's face shaking it back and forth.

Mark took the bottle from Emily and inspected it carefully. The only reason he even asked to use the restroom was so he could rub out his frustrations. He wasn't even sure he could go at this point let alone do so in front of Emily.

Emily turned her body expectantly toward Mark; she leaned her back against her car door. "You said you had to go, Mark. We're not leaving here until you fill that bottle up."

Mark unscrewed the bottle's lid and dropped it into the cup holder between his and Emily's seats. He stared momentarily into the vessel's opening. Like many college-aged males, Mark had filled up his share of bottles, cups, and even soda cans. Except for the audience, this was hardly a new experience. 

Mark held the hem of his skirt in place with one hand as he slid the bottle between his legs and under the skirt.

Shaking her head in frustration, Emily glared at Mark. At this point, she figured Mark wouldn't be so concerned about modesty. When Mark didn't respond to her evil stare, Emily reached down purposefully and pulled his skirt up to his waist. To ensure the garment didn't fall back into place, she tucked the loose material into Mark's waistband. The blonde was not about to afford Mark even an iota of privacy; Mark should have known better than to expect it.

After pausing only momentarily for Emily's skirt adjustment, Mark slid his soft dick into the bottle and moved his ass to his seat's edge. He wanted to get this over with as quickly and as privately as possible. There were, after all, any number of theater patrons moving around the parking lot. Unfortunately, Mark's bladder wasn't cooperating with his planned efficiency. It could have been stage fright from having to pee in front of Emily or it could have been the semen stored up in his system; either way, Mark couldn't go.

Mark sat uncomfortably with his semi-erect penis inside the pink bottle. He shook his rod hopefully to no avail. "I'm sorry. I don't think I can go right now."

"Take your time," Emily said. "I know what might get you going." The blonde reached above her head and turned the car's dome light on.

"What the fuck?" Mark begged. "Someone'll see."

"Then you better hurry," Emily said with a grin. "I'll turn it off when you're done."

Mark repositioned himself and clenched his bladder hoping to create any flow of urine. He was well aware that someone could walk by at any moment. Even after his experience during the movie, Mark didn't want to explain why he was sitting in Emily's car with his ass hovering over his seat and his dick in a water bottle. Mark closed his eyes and tried to shut everything out; he couldn't think about Emily, or his outfit, or the trip back to the dorm. Right now, the only thing Mark had to worry about was pissing in a bottle.

"That a boy," Emily said upon hearing a trickle of liquid into her plastic container.

Mark was never so thankful to pee in his life. He didn't get much liquid into the container, but it was enough to placate Emily who quickly demanded he empty the contents outside her vehicle. Happy to oblige, Mark opened the door and dumped his own urine onto the pavement.

"Let's get back to the dorm," Emily declared. "Shall we?"

** Back to the Dorm **

Mark sat quietly as Emily made a couple laps around the dormitory in search of a parking spot. Finding a place to park after nine o'clock was usually a chore, but Emily wasn't about to give in and drive to the commuter lot. For this, Mark was grateful. The last thing he wanted to do was take a shuttle back across campus in his skirt and crop top. 

After about fifteen minutes of driving around, Emily's perseverance paid off; she found a spot just a short walk from their residence hall. Anxious to get back to the dorm and wrap up his evening with Emily, Mark quickly adjusted his skirt one last time before attempting to exit the vehicle.

"Hold on," Emily insisted as Mark opened his door. "We need to talk for a minute."

Mark closed his door and turned to Emily; he didn't think he would like what she was about to tell him.

"You did well tonight," Emily said to Mark resting her hand on his knee. "You're almost done too."

"Almost?"

"Yeah. You just have one more thing to do."

"What's that?"

Emily looked down at Mark's red plaid skirt; the growing anticipation made her pause feel longer than it really was. "You just need to make it back to the dorm," Emily said. "You make it back to my room, and I'll make it worth your while."

Mark was confused; he knew there had to be a catch. "Worth my while?"

"Don't worry about that now," Emily insisted. "I just want you to know that you did well tonight. You do this one last thing, and you'll be rewarded."

Mark knew Emily was about to lay something else on him. "This one last thing?"

"Wait here for ten minutes," Emily said. "In ten minutes, you can head over to my dorm room. Make sure to lock up my car."

"Okay," Mark replied. "Is there something else?" 

"Yeah, Mark," Emily answered consolingly. It was almost as if she didn't want to continue. "There is something else."

Mark shuffled in his seat anxiously. Her empathy reminded Mark of a parent telling a kid that a spanking would hurt the parent more than the child. Whatever Emily was about to tell Mark was going to turn out so much worse for him than for her, and she was the one stalling. "What is it?" Mark demanded.

"Well," Emily said slowly. She refused to make eye contact with Mark. "I just need to take your clothes with me."

Mark shook his head violently. "Take my clothes? Hell, no. How am I supposed to get back to the dorm without my clothes?"

"It's not that far," Emily argued. "I'll leave you my key card so you can get in the back door."

"Even if I do get in the back door, I would have to get to the sixth floor. If I get caught, they'll call campus police."

"Come on," Emily shrugged. "Nobody's gonna call the police. They'll just think you're some drunk college student on a stupid dare or something. Besides, if you keep moving, no one will have time to report you. I'll be in my room waiting; I'll even leave the door unlocked."

"I don't know," Mark insisted. "This sounds like a really bad idea."

Emily leaned on Mark's shoulder and slid her hand up the inside of his leg. "I promise," Emily continued. "If you make it to my room, I'll make it worth your while."

"Fine," Mark relented realizing he was hardly the first guy to do something stupid based on that promise. After his unsatisfying movie experience and everything else that happened that night, Mark had one thing on his mind; he wanted to get off. Besides, Emily was very attractive. Going back to his previous life, his existence prior to being caught spying on Lucy in the shower, Mark would have jumped at the chance for someone like Emily to make something 'worth his while.'

"That a boy," Emily responded. "Go ahead and get undressed. We don't have much time."

For the third time that night, Mark found himself stripping in front of someone. This time, however, he was less worried about exposing himself to Emily and more concerned about streaking almost two blocks back to the dormitory. At this point, most of the girls on the sixth floor wouldn't flinch at seeing him trek down their hallway sans clothing. Getting into the dorm and up to the sixth floor, though, could be a challenge.

Emily collected Mark's skirt and top. She let him keep the white knee socks and buckle shoes. As strange as the footwear would look, Mark knew they would make his run back to the dorm easier. Mark was so consumed by his surroundings and his planned route to the dorm, he didn't notice Emily getting out of the car. He was finally alone, but genuine privacy eluded him.

Mark watched Emily walk away until her shadow disappeared in the darkness. Sitting alone and naked in the car was a surreal experience for Mark. The air felt crisp, almost cutting against his bare skin. The quiet was peaceful yet intimidating. Mark could hear faint voices from several different directions even though he didn't see anyone. He was thrilled. He was terrified.

Mark had no sense of time. It could have been ten or even thirty minutes since Emily left him alone in the car. Either way, Mark knew what he had to do; he had to make his way to the dormitory without being seen. This, of course, was much easier said than done. 

Emily's car was parked almost two blocks from the residence hall. Fortunately for Mark, the car wasn't on the main street. Emily parked on an access road by the dining hall. Tyson Street, the main drag across campus, was just to the north of Mark on the other side of the cafeteria. Billings Court was to his west and stood between Mark and the dormitory. Mark would have to somehow cross Billings then make his way to the dorm's back entrance which was, unfortunately, just west of the corner at Tyson and Billings. 

Mark figured he could make it down the access road to Billings without much trouble. From there, he would assess the situation and plot his next move.

Mark opened the car's passenger door slowly; when the dome light illuminated above his head, Mark panicked and pulled the door closed again. "You have to be smarter than that," Mark said to himself before switching off the overhead light and making a second attempt with the door. This time, he was able to open the door without any lights or signal flares going off. He was far from home, but it was a start.

As Mark stepped out of the car, he pressed the door lock button and heard the "click." Hardly reassuring, this reminded Mark that once the car door closed behind him, he would be outside naked until he either made it to the dormitory or was arrested. Mark took a final look around then pushed the door closed. Like it or not, he had to make his way to the dorm.




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 04



Author's Note: This story is based on a story I wrote in 2014. Portions of Part 01 and most of Part 02 and Part 04 are rewritten from the previous story. Part 03 and Part 05 do not contain any rewritten material.

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**The Computer Hack**

Mark was almost surprised how happy the couple seemed. As he sat at his lunch table, Mark watched the guy and girl laughing and holding hands across their table. Other than watching them at lunch every day, Mark didn't know the pair. Just the previous Friday, the couple could hardly look at each other. Now they acted as if they were the only people in the lunchroom. 

"Maybe I'm too much of a cynic," Mark thought to himself. Maybe the other guy Mark saw the girl with was just a friend, a study partner perhaps. Either way, Mark was glad the two worked things out.

Forgoing his contact lenses, Mark spent the last day and a half wearing glasses and a baseball cap. After everything that happened to him on Monday night, he longed for the anonymity. Besides, Mark worried about the mystery girls from the movie theater. They could be in the dining room with him that very minute. The movie theater girls could be sitting at the next table sharing the tale of how they teased Mark unceasingly and how they left him bound and exposed.

The hat and glasses didn't provide much of a disguise, something Mark was well aware of, but they didn't hurt either. Mark made it through the entire day Tuesday without anyone asking him to strip naked or jerk himself off in public. By current standards, that had to be at least a minor victory. Mark's privacy was to be short-lived, though. In just over six hours, he was to report to the sixth floor study room and prepare for his evening with Monica.

Mark's time with Monica was the second of three evenings he had to spend basically doing whatever his hosts told him to. Lucy, Mark's ex-girlfriend, called it a 'night of service.' It was all part of the arrangement Lucy and Mark made with each other after Janice, Lucy's roommate, caught Mark spying on Lucy in the shower. Mark spent Monday evening entertaining Emily, and he would finish his week on Friday with Alison. For now, Mark had to prepare himself for Monica, his former high-school classmate.

Ironically, most guys would have killed for an evening with Monica. She was tall with a curvy yet toned body. Monica's jet black hair and big blue eyes were the perfect complement to her soft tanned skin. Her face was perfectly proportioned with strong features and nary a blemish. Monica was so much more than beautiful, though. She was smart, driven, and carried herself with unmatched confidence. Only the boldest of men would dare approach Monica. 

In a way, Monica reminded Mark of Lucy's roommate, Janice. Both girls were beautiful, smart, and well-connected. They both had a way of getting other people to do their bidding, and they both were staring down bright and exciting futures. 

Mark couldn't worry about Janice, however. For the time being, he had to concern himself with Monica. At this moment, all of Monica's charm, intellect, and focus were fixated on Mark. Mark knew Monica would give him an evening he would never forget. She was the irresistible force that Mark would have to reckon with.

As nervous as Mark was about his reunion with Monica, he was just as concerned about his own step-sister learning about his subservience. Monica's sister, Tina, was best friends with Mark's step-sister, Alicia. Monica did promise Mark that she would never tell the two younger girls about Mark's arrangement. Still, Mark wasn't sure he could trust Monica. 

Hoping for a few extra minutes to review his notes, Mark opted to head out of the cafeteria a little earlier than usual. Mark knew he wouldn't have any time to study after dinner so he needed to take advantage of all available free time. Just as he was about to get out of there, however, he saw Brooke making her way to his table.

"Seen any good movies lately?" Brooke joked throwing her backpack on Mark's table and helping herself to a seat.

"Oh, hi," Mark said to Brooke still gathering his things. He wasn't going to respond to her crack about the movies. "Sorry, but I was just leaving. I have to get to class." Mark started to get up from the table.

"Oh well," Brooke said. "You're going to want to sit down for a minute and hear me out. This is important."

"Important?" Mark stood behind his chair waiting for Brooke's response.

"Please," Brooke said motioning for Mark to sit back down. "I really am trying to help you."

Mark looked around as he considered Brooke's request. He still wasn't sure what the young blonde wanted from him, and why she was even mixed up in his arrangement with Lucy and Janice. "I only have a minute," Mark said as he reclaimed his seat.

"Thanks for gracing me with your presence," Brooke responded waiving her hands in the air sarcastically.

"I'm sorry," Mark relented. "It's just that I have to get going. You know what I'm dealing with this week, right? Well, I still have class work too."

"I do know what you're dealing with," Brooke answered sternly. "I also know you played a pretty big part in digging that hole."

"I'm sorry," Mark relented. "Really. Please, tell me what you needed."

Brooke paused momentarily before continuing with her planned debrief. "There's something you need to know," Brook said.

"Something else?" Mark queried.

"Yeah," Brooke answered. "It's a pretty big deal too."

Mark settled in curiously. 

Brooke continued. "Remember the other day when I told you Janice would get tired of you, that she would move on to someone else?"

"I do," Mark said. "That's good. Right?"

"I guess so," Brooke returned. "It's good in a way. At the same time, do you really trust her with all those videos?"

"I don't know," Mark answered. "It's not like I have much choice."

"What if you did have a choice? Would you take it?"

"Sure. I guess so."

Brooke looked around the table to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. She leaned across toward Mark and continued with her story. "This all started with my father," Brooke said.

"Your father? What does your dad have to do with this?"

"I'm trying to tell you," Brooke continued. She went on to tell Mark about how she first met Janice. Brooke reminded Mark that Janice used to belong to a sorority but was kicked out. It all started a few years back when Brooke's father, a former professor, visited the sorority house to help some of the girls with a homework assignment.

A group of the sorority girls, inclusive of Janice, had a bet as to whether one of the younger girls could get the professor naked. The girl whose challenge it was to strip the professor succeeded without much difficulty, and her exploits, of course, were all caught on video.

At first, Janice used the video to get better grades for her and for the rest of her sorority sisters. Once they finished the professor's class, however, Janice continued using the video against Brooke's father. Janice didn't ask for large sums of money or anything. She just used the professor for her own amusement having him perform stunts such as wearing a thong to class and taking more incriminating photos of himself.

Eventually, Brooke's father transferred to another school, and Janice moved on to harass other boys. Janice was then later kicked out of the sorority for humiliating the sorority president's boyfriend.

Mark was shocked by what Brooke was telling him. "So your father had to quit his job?"

"He did," Brooke said. "Then when Janice found out I was going to school here, she sought me out."

"You? Why did she come after you?"

"She wanted me to help her find another guy," Brooke said. "Janice told me she was going to contact my father again unless she could find someone else to 'teach a lesson to.'"

"Teach a lesson?" Mark asked. "What does that even mean?"

"I don't know exactly," Brooke answered. "I just know that she has a serious problem with men."

"But, I don't understand," Mark returned. "I never even met you before Janice caught me...you know."

"It wasn't supposed to be you," Brooke said. "The plan was to drill the hole in the wall and spread the word around one of the fraternities. When they showed up, Janice was going to record them spying on the shower."

"How did she end up catching me, then?"

"Well, you beat the frat boys to it," Brooke responded. "I never even had to tell anyone. You found the hole on your own."

Mark was flabbergasted. Somehow, he got caught up in Brooke's sting operation. "So what do we do?" he asked.

"That's why I'm here," Brooke said. "We need to get on Janice's computer and erase all of her pictures and video. We need to get the videos of you, of my father, and of anyone else she's blackmailing."

"But how?" Mark asked. "She used her phone to take the video."

"You're the computer guy," Brooke reminded Mark. "Janice is at class now. I have the key to her room and her computer password. I was hoping you could help me."

"But if the files are on her phone..."

"There on her computer," Brooke interrupted. "I was in her room the other day when she was organizing them. Trust me. They're all on her laptop."

"Wow," Mark replied. "So how did you get her key, her password?"

"I borrowed the key from the resident advisors room and made a copy. I learned Janice's password by looking over her shoulder as she typed. It took a few times, but I got it. Janice uses some sort of web storage for her computer and her phone. The way she explained it, every time she takes a picture or video on her phone it automatically loads to her computer."

"When do we do this?" Mark asked. "When would we get access to her computer without her noticing?"

"Right now," Brooke insisted. "We have to go now. Janice is in class, and her computer's in her room. I checked before coming over here."

Mark didn't want to miss his next class. At the same time, he couldn't turn down a chance to get those videos. Maybe he wouldn't even have to go through with his evening with Monica. "Okay. Let's do it."

Brooke smiled widely at Mark before grabbing her bag and leading him out of the dining room. The two ran full speed back to the dorm in hopes of finding the evidence Janice was using against Mark.

As the two shuffled through the lobby, Brooke nodded at another girl sitting by the front door. "She's our lookout," Brook said as she continued to move Mark toward the elevators.

Since the elevators were once again out of order, Mark and Brooke had to walk up the six flights of stairs. All the way, Mark thought through their plan in his head. He wanted to make sure he didn't leave any evidence on Janice's computer or anywhere else. This could end up being the most important computer assignment of his life.

Mark's heart raced as Brooke unlocked the door to Janice and Lucy's room. Mark felt guilty breaking into his ex-girlfriend's living area; at the same time, he wasn't going to forgo such an opportunity. Lucy would do the same thing if she was in his position.

As promised, Brooke had Janice's computer password and was able to log right in. "Here you go," Brooke said motioning for Mark to sit down in front of the device. "We don't have a lot of time."

Mark started pouring through Janice's files. It didn't take him long to realize that she was using cloud storage for both her computer and her phone. They would be able to access the storage, but they would need another password to do so.

Mark tried using the same password as Janice used for her computer, but it didn't work. He tried a couple more variations of the same password but didn't want to risk locking the drive and notifying Janice.

"What do we do then?" Brooke asked as Mark pushed back from the laptop computer. "How do we get the files?"

"We can't," Mark insisted. "Not now at least."

Brooke threw her backpack across the room and sat down on Lucy's bed. "I can't believe this," she added. "This is such bullshit."

Mark continued to plug away on Janice's laptop. He looked for some sort of password file or application but couldn't find anything. It made sense that Janice had everything password protected. Not only did she need those files as leverage over her blackmail victims; they could also incriminate Janice herself. Blackmail is a serious crime.

"I have an idea," Mark said. "I know what to do."

Brooke ran to Janice's desk and hovered over Mark. "What is it?"

Mark explained that he would download a keystroke program onto Janice's computer. It would keep a log of every key she pressed. Whenever she typed in her password, the program would save it. They would have a record of pretty much everything Janice did on her computer.

"Perfect," Brooke said giving Mark a friendly kiss on the cheek and a big hug.

"It'll take some time," Mark explained. "We would need to wait until she uses the computer and logs into her cloud drive."

In addition to the keystroke program, Mark set up a remote access application. Assuming the computer was on, Mark would be able to log into it from anywhere.

Just as Mark was closing down Janice's laptop, Brooke's phone buzzed. 

"We gotta go," Brooke said looking at her text message. "Janice is on her way up here."

Mark left Brooke on the sixth floor and headed down the back stairwell. He figured it wasn't a good idea for anyone to see him hanging around with Brooke, at least not until he had the incriminating files.

As Mark rushed down the familiar stairwell, it hit him. He would still have to spend his evening doing the bidding of Monica, his former high school classmate. Since Mark didn't have the incriminating files yet, he couldn't risk tipping Janice off. If Janice found out he was snooping around her computer, she would almost certainly use the videos against him. If that happened, Mark would be fucked.

**An Evening with Monica**

Mark had an early dinner and left the cafeteria about 6:15 that evening; he didn't want to risk walking back to the dorm with Lucy, Brooke, and Janice. This was going to be a long enough night on its own without having to deal with their inconsiderable jokes and one-liners. Mark also wanted a few minutes to collect himself before heading to Monica's dorm room. 

Mark was more nervous about his time with Monica than he was with Emily two nights prior. As humiliating as Emily's demands were, she didn't know Mark and would likely never see him again. Since Monica's younger sister, Tina, was so close to Mark's own step-sister, Mark had a connection to Monica. More so, if Tina ever found out about what Mark was doing life as he knew it would be over.

The sixth-floor study room lights were off when Mark opened the door. Mark paused before flipping the switch. Even though Mark was early, Monica had everything set up for him.

Mark scanned the room and saw a neatly wrapped box on one of the tables. His stomach dropped and his head spun as he inspected the package. The fact that Monica giftwrapped Mark's box showed how committed she was to making Mark's evening as indelibly humiliating as possible. This was in sharp contrast to Monday night when Brooke showed up at the last minute with Mark's skirt and crop top.

Mark knew the gift was for him as it was wrapped perfectly with blue foil and a massive yellow bow. Mark and Monica's high school colors were royal blue and gold. This was Monica's way of reminding Mark that they go way back and that she has ties to his hometown.

As if the gift might somehow deliver a violent electric shock, Mark stepped toward the box and carefully nudged it. Upon completing his initial inspection, Mark snatched the ribbon and paper from the box with a quick tear. He set the white cardboard container down and slowly opened it. The contents were both meaningful and curious.

In the box, Mark found a bluebird mask, a blue thong, a set of blue costume wings, and a pair of yellow and blue tennis shoes. In addition to wrapping Mark's costume in their school colors, Monica was having Mark dress up as a twisted version of their school mascot.

Mark inspected the bird mask. It was more like a ski mask with bird eyes and a beak than a professional mascot head. Mark tried the mask on. It fit snugly, and was very uncomfortable yet did not obscure his vision or limit his ability to breathe. Mark did like the idea of having his face covered up especially if he was expected to wear the rest of Monica's costume.

Mark pulled the mask up his forehead so he could inspect the costume wings. He had no idea how to even put them on until he saw a diagram clipped to one of the straps. 

The wings were basically triangle shaped pouches covered in fake feathers. To try one on, Mark had to crook his arm sliding his elbow in first. There was a grip at the edge of the material where Mark's hand would press firmly against his shoulder and upper chest. 

"Well wadda we have here," Lucy said as she stepped into the study room with Janice and Brooke. "Oh, my god. Monica really outdid herself on this one. Didn't she?"

"This is ridiculous," Mark insisted. "I can't wear this." 

"Oh, but you will wear it," Janice chimed in jovially. "This is going to be fucking awesome."

Brooke approached Mark with a word of encouragement. "You can do this, Mark," she promised. Realizing the other girls were focused on Mark's costume, Brooke rubbed Mark's arm shooting him a wink and a nod.

"Well, you better get ready, birdy boy," Janice said sitting down to observe Mark's quick change. 

Lucy and Brooke sat in the chairs surrounding Janice. Once again, Mark found himself disrobing for an audience. Also, once again, Janice took the opportunity to record his wardrobe change on her phone. 

Perhaps preoccupied with the strange outfit and worried about his evening with Monica, Mark didn't pay much mind to the three girls. At this point, it was as if they were the audience in a dark auditorium, and he was an on-stage actor going through his lines. 

Once completely naked, Mark slid into the blue thong. As far as he could tell, Monica picked out the smallest thong available. The pouch didn't completely cover his dick, and the waistband felt like it would snap at any second.

Mark put the shoes and bluebird mask on next. He was thankful to have his face covered even though his audience knew exactly who he was. Mark then folded his arms in one at a time and slid them into the wing pouches. His limbs were now restricted to a flapping motion which was entirely appropriate for this specific bird costume and torture apparatus. 

"You better move, birdy boy," Janice said. "You've only got five minutes. You don't wanna keep Monica waiting. Do you?"

"Just fly straight like the crow flies," contributed Lucy with a smile. She opened the door for Mark with an arm extended toward the foyer.

Mark walked through the foyer and into his least favorite hallway. A couple girls laughed hysterically as they saw his sexy bluebird costume. Not wanting to linger, Mark rushed past the girls and down the hall to Monica's room. He didn't even have to knock.

"There you are," Monica said opening the door for Mark. "That looks so fantastic on you. I was worried it wouldn't fit."

Monica was wearing a knitted knee-length purple dress with a black belt and black heels. She was dressed more for a night on the town than for a few hours in her dorm room. Considering his own outfit, Mark wanted nothing to do with a night out.

Mark quickly stepped into Monica's room, and, thankfully, she closed the door behind him. Monica motioned for him to sit down on her bed. "Just hang there a minute, Mark. We'll get started soon enough."

"Started?" Mark asked. "What are we...?"

Before Mark could finish the question, Monica left the room.

Mark sat alone for almost 30 minutes. While he was grateful for the quiet, he desperately wanted to know what Monica had in store for him and where it was she went to. For all the waiting he had to do over the past week, Mark was no better at it. Not knowing what to expect was almost more than he could bear.




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 04



Eventually, Mark heard Monica outside the door, and she was talking to a familiar voice. "Oh shit," Mark thought to himself. Monica was out there with Tina. Monica actually invited her sister. Mark felt like he was going to throw up. What if Tina recognized him? What if Tina told Mark's step-sister what he was doing?

For a moment, Mark looked at the window and considered whether escaping would even be a realistic option. From the sixth floor, however, Mark would be a bluebird diving to his death.

Monica opened the door and stepped back in the room. Sure enough, Tina walked in right behind her older sister. Mark's nightmare was coming true. When Mark scheduled his evening with Monica, he specifically asked Monica not to tell Tina about his situation. Monica even promised that she wouldn't say anything to her younger sibling.

Just as Mark was about to hyperventilate, Monica grabbed him by the bird mask and whispered in his ear. "My sister doesn't know who you are. Don't say anything, and you'll make it through the night without her figuring it out." 

Now it all made sense to Mark. Monica invited her younger sister to some kind of sex party with the school mascot, and Mark was going to play the mascot. Even with his mask, would Tina really fail to recognize him? Growing up, Tina spent as much time at Mark's house as she did her own. Was a simple bird mask enough to protect his identity?

"Holy shit," Tina said looking up and down Mark's body. "Your college is so much better than mine. Is this for real?"

"Sure is," Monica said. "Just remember, this is my game. I make the rules, Okay?"

"No problem," Tina responded positively. "Your fucking game. Your fucking rules."

Fortunately, Tina didn't immediately recognize her best friend's brother. Mark knew he had to play it cool. He couldn't risk Tina figuring out who he was. It was bad enough being exposed like this. She couldn't find out who was behind his mask.

"So when do we get started?" Tina asked as she sat down on the bed next to Mark. Tina was wearing skin-tight blue jeans and a light blue tank top; her black bra straps were barely visible under her shirt. Tina's dark straight black hair accentuated her emo-style makeup.

"As soon as Alicia gets here," Monica promised.

Mark turned his head toward Monica glaring intently at his host. Did she really just say Mark's sister, Alicia, was invited? Monica made eye contact with Mark through his eyeholes. She nodded her head encouragingly almost promising Mark that everything would be okay.

Despite Monica's encouragement, Mark was panicked. Certainly Alicia would recognize him even if he was wearing a mask. 

Monica sat in a chair by her computer desk and started a casual conversation with Tina. They talked about school, about some boy Tina was dating, and about their plans for Christmas break. The girls were acting as if it was no big deal having a half-naked birdman in the room.

Tina's phone buzzed with a text message. "Alicia's here," Tina proclaimed in reference to Mark's step-sister.

"I'll run down and get her," Monica promised. "Keep an eye on our birdy boy, here. We don't want him flying away. Do we?"

"Oh, I'll take care of him," Tina promised wrapping her arm around Mark's shoulders; she leaned her head against his mask and rested a hand on his leg. "Don't be too long," Tina insisted as her sister stepped out of the room.

Mark tried to slide away from Tina's advance, but she held tight to his shoulders.

"Are you a friend of my sister's," Tina asked Mark.

Mark nodded yes. He didn't consider himself Monica's friend but also didn't want to prolong the discussion.

"You don't talk much," Tina said as she cuddled closer to Mark. "Do you?"

Mark shook his head.

Tina scraped her black fingernails up Mark's leg from his knee to his upper thigh. "You're not allowed to talk?" Tina asked.

Again, Mark shook his head.

"That's okay," Tina said. "I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about tomorrow."

As much as Mark hated being alone with Tina, he realized it could and would get worse. Mark's own step-sister, now a freshman at another college, was going to join them. What would Alicia say if she realized he was the evening's entertainment?

Mark heard Monica and Alicia talking about Alicia's drive over as the girls approached the dorm room. Alicia even joked about how her brother went to this school and how she really didn't want to run into him. Mark was seconds away from a potentially life altering moment.

"Oh my sweet Jesus," Mark's little sister said when she saw the sexy birdman. "Monica, you're my hero. You said you had a surprise, but oh my."

Alicia was a skinny girl with dirty blonde hair and a flat chest. She was wearing black tights with a long brown sweater and a gold belt. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

Alicia immediately pulled out her phone as if she was going to take a picture.

"Sorry, Alicia," Monica said as she grabbed Alicia's phone. "I promised our little bird here there would be no pictures. He's ours for the evening, but no pictures."

"Too bad," Alicia said. "What's the plan, then?"

"You two hold on right there," Monica said. "I have to run out for a minute. Be right back."

Monica left Mark alone with his step-sister and Tina. Mark watched as his own step-sister sat at Monica's desk roving her eyes up and down his body. Tina's eyes stopped conspicuously at the bulge in Mark's tiny blue thong. He couldn't believe it; his own step-sister was eying his cock.

The awkward silence grew even more uncomfortable for Mark when he felt his dick start expanding in his thong. How could his sister checking him out and Tina wrapping her arms around him give him an erection? Mark hated Tina; she was his mortal enemy. Alicia was...she was his fucking step-sister.

"Thata boy," Tina said with a smile in reference to Mark's bulging thong. "You like my friend here. Don't you."

His erection was only the beginning of Mark's problem. The tiny thong Monica provided him would in no way contain his growing penis. In a matter of seconds, Mark's step-sister and her best friend were about to see a hell of a lot more than an embarrassing bulge. With the fake wings constricting Mark's arm movement, there was nothing he could do to cover himself.

"So what's your name?" Alicia asked moving over to the bed next to Mark; Alicia and Tina bookended the nervous thong-adorned birdman.

"He can't talk," Tina said.

"We'll see about that," Alicia responded; she reached over and started tickling Mark.

Mark jumped up from the bed trying to avoid a laugh that would certainly give away his identity. The two girls always joked about how they hated his laugh; they would absolutely recognize it now. Quietly, he took a seat at Monica's desk.

Alicia was just about to give chase when Monica burst through the door carrying a plastic storage box.

"Are you two already causing trouble?" Monica asked in reference to Mark's change of position.

"Sorry," Alicia responded with a giggle. "In my defense, I do love birds."

"She's got great school spirit," Tina added. "Go Blue Jays."

"That's OK," Monica answered. "Are you two ready for the game?"

"Hell yeah," Tina answered.

Monica set up two seats and instructed Tina and Alicia to sit down. 

Once the girls were seated, Monica walked over to Mark and leaned into his ear. "If you disobey even a single order, I'm ripping that mask off your head. Do you understand?"

Mark nodded.

"Take off your wings and shoes," Monica commanded.

Mark fought to remove the wings then leaned over to untie the bright tennis shoes. He was happy to lose the wings. Taking advantage of his freed limbs, Mark immediately rested his hands over his banana hammock.

"Now slide the bed out from the wall," Monica commanded.

Alicia and Tina watched as Mark moved Monica's bed. Mark, trying to move the furniture around wearing only the tiny blue thong and a bird mask, was surely a spectacle unlike anything the girls had seen before.

Monica pulled a plastic sheet from her box of toys and instructed Mark to remove the pillows and blankets from the bed then replace them with the protective covering. "This could get a little messy," she joked. 

Without protest, Mark threw the pillows on the floor and ripped the sheets from Monica's bed. He then, as instructed, spread the plastic sheet over the mattress.

"Very good, my little bird," Monica said. "Now lie down on the bed."

Mark did as he was told.

"Lift your arms." Monica ordered.

Mark lifted his arms over his head in the direction of each bedpost. He had a feeling about what was next.

"Alicia, why don't you do the honors?" Monica said as she pulled some rope from her box. "Go ahead and tie his hands to the bedposts."

Mark lay still while his step-sister secured his hands to the bed. This was the second time this week someone restrained Mark's hands. At this point, however, Mark would take the movie theater over being tied up in front of his step-sibling and her evil friend.

Despite his mask, Mark felt completely exposed; his cock bulged out the side of his minimal thong. The fact that this was happening in front of his step-sister only made things worse. Mark tried to think of schoolwork, baseball, or anything that might alleviate his hard-on. It was no use.

As Alicia tied her brother's hands to the bedposts, she looked through Mark's mask and into his eyes. For a second, it was if she recognized him but convinced herself it was a mistake. Alicia knew Mark went to this school. Wouldn't she eventually connect the dots and realize it was her brother tied to the bedposts?

Mark smelled Alicia's perfume as she tied his hands to the bed. It was a familiar smell as Alicia had been wearing the same perfume since junior high.

"Great," Monica said as soon as Mark's hands were secured. "That thong looks mighty uncomfortable on him. Doesn't it, girls?"

"Yeah," Alicia said. "I think so."

"Then why don't you do the honors?" Monica said. She was talking to Alicia but looking Mark directly in the eyes.

"Sure," Alicia responded nervously. "I...I guess I could."

"Well, then," Monica replied. "Go for it."

Mark shook his head back and forth begging the girls to leave the tiny thong on. Even if they didn't know who he was, Mark couldn't imaging lying there naked in front of Alicia and Tina. His protests, of course, were without result. 

Mark watched as his step-sister leaned over his body and grabbed his thong. Rather than pulling the garment from his hip-bones, Alicia grabbed the straps just above the pouch. As she pulled the material downward, Mark's dick shot out at her like a jack in the box. Alicia paused and giggled at her step-brother's protruding unit. Mark turned his head in shame.

"Go ahead," Monica encouraged. "Just pull them down."

Alicia yanked Mark's thong free of his erect penis and slid it down his legs.

"Now tie his legs," Monica instructed.

Alicia's hands felt familiar and inappropriate as she tied his legs to the bottom of the bead. With his eyes closed, Mark could envision what his step-sister was seeing, his naked body spread eagle in front of her. Mark felt his eyes start tearing up; his skin felt like it was going to burn right off his body.

As soon as Mark's step-sister finished tying his feet to the bedposts, Monica had Alicia return to her seat.

Monica stood between Mark and the two girls as she explained her game. "You both agreed to play a game with me, and I expect you to abide by my rules."

Tina and Alicia nodded in agreement.

"You're both joining me at the beach house over spring break," Monica continued. "One of you will be my guest, and the other will spend the week cooking, cleaning, and doing whatever else we want you to do. Do you agree?"

"Yes," Tina and Alicia said almost in unison.

Monica pulled three glass jars from the plastic storage box and set them on her desk. The glass jars had tiny strips of brightly colored paper in it. One jar had pink paper, another blue, and the third green.

"This game will go three rounds," Monica continued. "Best two out of three wins. Okay?"

"Okay," Tina responded. Alicia nodded her head nervously.

"Each jar represents a different round in our game," Monica said as she picked up the jar containing the pink strips. "For each round, you will take turns drawing, and you will be expected to do whatever is on the paper. Okay?"

"Okay."

"During the first two rounds, your objective will be to perform your task without our bluebird friend here blowing his load. If you finish your dare and the bird doesn't cum, it's the other girl's turn. Whoever makes him cum loses the round. If the game is tied after two rounds, we'll have a special tie breaker round with different rules. Okay?"

"That's fucking awesome," Tina said. "Sorry, Licia. I've got this shit in the bag."

"Like hell you do," Alicia retorted with lesser confidence. 

"So let the games begin," Monica declared with a smile. "Who wants to draw first?" 

"I'll go," Tina insisted jamming her hand into the glass jar and choosing a pink slip of paper. Tina smiled brightly as she read the barely legible scribbling. "No problem at all. I can do this."

"What's it say?" Alicia asked curiously.

"It says I have to kiss his neck for sixty seconds."

"Really?" Alicia asked incredulously. "That's all she has to do?" 

"Be patient," Monica said to Mark's skinny blonde step-sister. "It's a long night, and the tasks'll get better as we go."

"Here we go," Tina said as she approached the bed and leaned into Mark's neck.

Mark felt Tina's black hair drape against his naked chest and forearm as her lips made contact with the side of his neck. Tina started with several quick pecks as if she were kissing a relative or friend. After a few seconds, however, Tina put her left hand on Mark's chest and let her tongue contact his neck. Tina slid her right hand under Mark's mask and began rubbing his face. Mark's mouth and chin were exposed as Tina's kissing grew more passionate.

The muscles in Mark's arms and neck clenched involuntarily as Tina's wet tongue took swift yet smooth swipes against his sensitive skin. Mark felt his dick throbbing as Tina's hand moved down his chest toward his stomach; it felt like she was reaching toward his cock. Tina pressed intently into his neck with her mouth. She swatted her tongue against his throat like a cat lapping ice cold milk from a bowl.

Mark thought about the bratty little girl who grew up with his sister tormenting him every day of his life. He was her property now. Mark's only solace was that Tina didn't know who he was. She didn't know yet anyway. Mark felt degraded and humiliated.

"Time," Monica yelled. "You can stop now."

As Tina pulled away, Mark contorted his chin and mouth to reposition his mask. As much as he hated Tina, she was a great kisser. Mark found himself very conflicted; the thought that he enjoyed the experience only made Mark feel worse.

Mark reclaimed his bearings and considered what was next. As much as it felt wrong having Tina kissing his neck, it would be a thousand times more awkward having his own step-sister doing something similar. Mark's dick was moments away from releasing already. What if he couldn't hold his excitement as Alicia did whatever that next pink paper told her to do? What would that say about him? 

Mark always thought his step-sister was cute, but he was never sexually attracted to her in any way. Even though they weren't biologically related, Alicia was still his little sister. 

"What?" Alicia squealed as she looked at her chosen paper.

"What's it say?" Tina asked gleefully.

"Lick whip cream off his stomach," Alicia returned.

"Ooh," Monica said as she dug through her box of goodies and pulled out a can of whipped topping. "You even get a delicious snack."

Monica approached Mark and looked him in the eye. She stared down at her captive bluebird and reveled in what was about to happen, in what she was going to make happen. Monica was the puppet master of this game. Mark had to do as she asked, and Alicia and Tina were falling perfectly in line with Monica's plan. 

The can hissed as Monica squirted the wet runny substance onto Mark's stomach. The whipped topping mixed in with Mark's thin layer of pubic hair. Tiny streams of white liquid dripped down the side of Mark's stomach and between his legs.

"All yours," Monica said as she motioned for Alicia to begin. "Be careful with that dick. You don't want your whipped cream mixed with something less tasty."

"Less tasty?" Tina joked as her best friend gazed down on the non-dairy dessert topping. "Let's let Alicia be the judge of that."

Mark's body convulsed as his sister stood over his bed inspecting the generous layer of whipped cream above and surrounding his genitals. How could Alicia not realize who she was about to lick clean?

Visibly nervous and uncomfortable, Alicia crawled onto the bed beside Mark and hovered over his torso. She leaned in barely touching her tongue to Mark's stomach.

"Thatta girl," Monica encouraged. "Better hurry up, now."

Cautiously, Mark's sister took another lick. She looked up at his face with an unsatisfied grin; Mark turned his masked head partly in shame but mostly out of fear that Alicia would recognize him.

As Alicia continued licking, Mark's breath sputtered like a car failing to start. Alicia's tongue was warm with its motion slow and deliberate; it was a stark contrast to Tina's fluttering advances. Alicia tried to get as much cream off Mark's body while making as little contact as possible. This was fine with Mark who also wanted this over quickly.

"You have to get it all," Monica warned Alicia as the dirty blonde started lapping up cream like a dog. 

Alicia's tongue moved down Mark's lower stomach and toward his cock. Blood rushed to Mark's penis; his balls felt warm, and his dick pulsated like the skin was about to explode from its stem. Alicia's tongue felt both familiar and illicit as it inched below his belly button. While Mark tried to think of anything else, his mind was fixated on his sister's tongue mere inches from his manhood. If he came now, Mark would do so all over his step-sister's face.

Alicia's tongue and lips weaved through Mark's pubic hair like an explorer cutting through the jungle with a machete. Mark could see the dirty blonde head moving around his cock. His stomach twitched. His hands shook uncontrollably. His toes curled. "Hold it in. Just hold it in," Mark thought to himself. He couldn't let himself release. Not now.

Just when Mark thought he couldn't hold it any more, he finally heard his sister say "that's it. All done."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

Monica made Alicia lap up a few abandoned whipped cream particles, a final step that took only a few seconds. Mark was glad he didn't cum, but he knew he didn't have much resistance left. Unless Tina drew a paper daring her to take a nap, Mark wasn't sure he would be able to hold back.

Tina drew another pink strip of paper from the jar, and the nineteen-year-old emo-looking girl read her task. "Yours is to place then remove five rings from the subject's cock. You may only use your mouth."

"Good luck with that," Alicia added still shaken from her whipped cream encounter.

"No problem," Tina bragged. "I've always been good with my mouth."

"At least that's the word on the street," Alicia scoffed.

Monica pulled five plastic rings from her box and threw them on the bed between Mark's legs. Two of the rings were practically under Mark's ass. "Go fish, sis," Monica quipped.

The rings were similar to shower curtain hangers except they were slightly smaller and didn't open or adjust. Mark figured they would fit over his swollen penis, but it would take some maneuvering to get all five on. That could become an issue. Mark knew he was going to cum at some point, but he had to hold on as long as possible.




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 04



Without any hesitation, Tina jumped onto the bed beside the bound birdman. Rather than going after the rings farthest away from Mark's ass, she stuck her head right between his legs and snatched one of the two rings from under his butt. Mark lifted his torso to give Tina more room and to avoid expelling his cum all over the place. Tina's confidence was unsettling.

Tina held the purple ring carefully between her teeth allowing for the greatest possible opening. With the care of someone playing an arcade crane game, she leaned into Mark's penis and attempted to slide the ring over the head and down his shaft. The ring had little tolerance around Mark's swollen cock, however. Tina had to twist, pull, and shimmy the ring down his rod. Mark clenched his entire body trying to hold his load.

"One down," Tina bragged as she inspected her handiwork. "Thank goodness he has such a tiny dick."

The other girls laughed; Mark was not amused. 

Mark again thought about what would happen if Tina knew it was him behind the blue mask. If she was so willing to mock him now, just imagine how brutal the nineteen-year-old would be if she knew who he was, if she knew it was his dick she was taunting.

Mark felt Tina's hair again as she dropped between his legs fishing for the second ring. He saw her head appear from between beneath his stomach like a sun rising over the hillside. Mark watched his sister's best friend move her mouth with its designated ring over his cock. Tina jerked the ring back and forth as she forced the circle down his dick. Mark's cheeks felt wet with his own tears as he fought against his nature and tried to hold his seed inside. 

"You better not cum on me," Tina warned Mark as she dropped her head between his legs a third time. "I swear to god that you better not jizz on me."

Tina twisted, jerked, and pulled on the next three rings as she forced them over Mark's dick. As her task progressed, her technique shifted from precise placement to crude force. Slobber from Tina's lips and tongue mixed with tiny drops of Marks semen, something Tina didn't seem to notice or care about. 

Monica and Alicia cheered as the black-haired girl placed the fifth ring just below the tip of Mark's penis. Tina's audience seemed impressed both by Mark's ability to hold his load and by Tina's mouth control.

Tina gazed victoriously at the birdman's dick. It looked more like a kid's ring stacker toy than a crazy sex contest. This wasn't a game to Mark, though. He was holding his breath and fighting like hell against exploding all over Tina and her toy rings. 

Tina wasn't done yet. She still had to get all five rings off without Mark making a mess all over her face. As she studied her bound subject, Tina recognized how much more challenging it would be to remove the rings.

"You can do it, Tina," Mark's step-sister said to her best friend. Alicia seemed content to enjoy Tina's progress even though Tina's success would open the door to Alicia's next task and a potential ejaculate shower.

Mark could feel the side of Tina's arm against his ball sack as she rested her hand on the plastic sheeting between his legs. She steadied her other hand on the bed right under Mark's waist. Tina's hair brushed across his hip as she tried to bite down on the first ring. 

Tina's attempt to bite the ring failed; she couldn't get a good enough grip on the slippery plastic. Instead, Tina resorted to using her tongue and lips to pull the ring into her mouth. Her tongue forced itself between the plastic ring and the tip of Mark's penis. Finally, Tina was able to bite down securely and lift the loop over Mark's dickhead.

Tina immediately leaned in to remove the second ring. Mark felt her nose pressed against the tip of his penis as her tongue ran down his stem and under the second ring. He heard Tina breathing heavily as she struggled over his cock. The ring pulled back and forth as she jerked it up his dick. When her teeth lost their grip, her tongue swept back between the ring and Mark's cock. Mark simply couldn't take it anymore.

Mark's penis exploded directly in Tina's face and all over his stomach. It was the most intense and satisfying release of Mark's life. 

"Son of a bitch," Tina snapped as she fell back off the bed. "You fucking came all over me.

Monica and Alicia sat stunned momentarily as the spectacle unfolded before them.

Mark looked away from the three girls. His humiliation and excitement had become his shame. Even with the mask, he felt exposed and vulnerable. 

"Well, I guess that's round one," Monica said with a shocked and amused tone. "Tina, there are some wet wipes over there on the counter. Go ahead and clean yourself off, then clean up our guest here."

"Clean HIM off? You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Monica."

"Tina, you said you would follow my rules."

"What the hell does that have to do with cleaning up his nut? Can't he clean his own nasty cock?"

"It means we're playing by my rules, and my rules say you clean up the bird."

"Fine. Whatever," Tina relented as she wiped Mark's cum from her face. 

Once Tina finished cleaning herself, she crawled back on the bed, removed the remaining rings from Mark's shriveling cock, and wiped down Mark's stomach and penis. Tina was not gentle.

After Tina finished her half-ass cleaning job, Monica let her sister and Mark's step-sister take a break and head to the snack machines. Monica figured Mark would need fifteen to thirty minutes for a refractory period, and she wanted to make sure he was ready for the next round. No one doubted that Monica's challenges would become more explicit and possibly even sadistic as the night progressed.

While Alicia and Tina were gone, Monica sat down on the bed next to Mark's head and slowly removed his mask. "How you holding up?" she asked kindly.

"How am I holding up?" Mark responded incredulously. "How the hell do you think I'm holding up?"

"Calm down, Mark," Monica said. "This'll all be over soon. Besides, didn't you enjoy cumming in my sister's face?"

"What about MY sister?" Mark demanded. "Alicia can't figure out who I am, Monica. I just can't..."

"Mark, I told you they wouldn't find out. You think I'm lying to you?"

"I...I don't know. It's just that..."

"It's just nothing," Monica interrupted gently. "You have to trust me, Mark. It's really your only choice."

"Trust you? You have me tied to a bed."

"And you were spying on girls in the shower," Monica reminded Mark gently. "You have to pay your dues, but soon it'll all be over. Okay?"

"Okay."

Monica gave Mark a drink of orange juice through a straw. She said he needed his strength to get through the night. After Mark took a few sips, she put his bird mask back on him and let him collect his thoughts. Monica took some time to freshen up herself before hunting down Alicia and Tina.

Mark looked at the clock as the three girls prepared themselves for the second round of their game. It was almost ten o'clock, and everyone seemed ready for more fun at the bird's expense. Since Mark's cock was still sore and limp, he thought about asking for more time. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk without Tina and Alicia recognizing his voice. Besides, his level of comfort didn't matter in this game. This was Monica's night, and she was going to call the shots.

"Alright, ladies," Monica said as she grabbed the second jar. "It's time to draw for round two. Alicia, you go first this time."

Alicia drew a blue strip of paper from the jar. "Hell no," she snapped staring at the paper. "There's no way I'm doing that."

"What is it?" Tina asked as she grabbed the blue strip of paper from her skinny friend. "Oh shit."

"Sorry, Alicia," Monica insisted grabbing the paper from Tina. "You have to play by the rules. Besides, this isn't so bad."

"It's not so bad?" Alicia protested. "Stick my finger up his ass while licking chocolate off his dick? That's not so bad?"

"Come on, Alicia," Tina encouraged. "At least he didn't blow his wad in your face. I've still got his fucking cum all over me."

As the girls fought over Alicia's assignment, Mark considered what was about to happen. It was bad enough having Alicia lick whipped cream off his stomach. How could Mark possibly let his own step-sister stick her finger up his ass and lick his dick clean of chocolate syrup? 

Would Mark be better off stopping everything? He would have to first admit to Tina and Alicia who he was. Then he would deal with Janice and Lucy who would almost certainly upload the video of him whacking off while spying on the girl's shower. Obviously, coming clean was off the table. Mark was going to have to lie back and let Alicia do her thing.

After a few minutes of cajoling, Alicia, as everyone suspected she would, agreed to go through with her assignment. Tina had always been the assertive one; Alicia generally followed her best friend's lead, and this was no exception. The skinny blonde wasn't happy about her task, but she was going through with the dare.

Nervously, Alicia crawled up between Mark's legs and reviewed the situation. Monica retrieved chocolate syrup and lubricant from her special box. Monica instructed the birdman to lift his torso then placed two pillows under his hoisted lower back. Mark's dick and ass were elevated about eight inches above the plastic bed sheet.

Once the pillows were positioned, Monica poured the chocolate syrup over Mark's still deflated penis. "Don't worry about that," Monica jokingly assured Mark. "Alicia will have your little birdy up and singing in no time."

Tina cackled at her older sister's joke. Mark and Alicia didn't laugh.

Not happy with Mark's chocolate covered rod, Monica topped her creation off with a dab of leftover whipped cream. "He's all yours," Monica said to Alicia as she handed Mark's step-sister the lubricant. "You better grease your finger first or it's gonna be a rough trip."

This was undoubtedly the first time Alicia did anything like this. While she was no virgin, Alicia had almost certainly never put her mouth on a man's cock before. Mark thought about his sister's relative innocence as she leaned into his manhood and reached under his ass. 

Mark felt Alicia's pointer finger covered with slippery lubricant trailing down his ass crack; Alicia was searching for his orifice. After a brief hesitation, she pressed her finger inside him. Alicia's fingernail scratched as she pressed into his asshole, but she didn't stop. Soon the entirety of Alicia's finger was inside her step-brother. Mark's dick grew almost proportionately to the size of Alicia's intruding digit.

"See," Monica gloated in reference to Mark's erect cock. "I told you he'd jump right back into action."

Marks entire body convulsed as his sister's tongue licked the whipped cream off the tip of his penis. He could feel her finger adjusting itself inside him with every move she made. As Alicia leaned in, she used her free hand to steady Mark's penis so she could effectively remove the brown syrup.

Alicia took long licks from the base to the top of Mark's cock just as one would lick an ice cream treat. She used her finger in Mark's ass and a firm grip around his cock to position Mark most conveniently for her purpose. Timid Alicia was coming out of her shell and taking advantage of her bluebird friend more so with every lick, poke, and squeeze.

Mark's hands and feet pulled against the ropes as his body fought to wrap in on itself. His wrists and ankles stung. His asshole burned. His eyes watered beneath the sweaty mask.

Mark felt his torso thrusting upward partly in escape from Alicia's finger but also instinctively into his step-sister's mouth. As humiliated as he was, Mark wanted to cum. He couldn't believe it, but he wanted fill Alicia's throat. Mark felt his bodily fluids boiling inside him battling to escape through any means necessary. Mark thought about his little sister and her warm lips wading through the syrup on his cock.

Semen eschewed into in the air like a geyser at Yellowstone National Park. While Alicia escaped the same face blast Tina suffered, Mark's sperm occupied her hair and sullied much of her sweater.

"Ahhhh," Alicia cried. "It's all over me."

"Holy shit," Tina said laughing hysterically. "He got you good."

"Relax, Licia," Monica said assuredly; she passed the box of wet wipes to Mark's blonde step-sister. "It'll come out. Just ask Tina."

Alicia scrubbed her sweater and dirty blonde hair furiously. When it didn't come out to Alicia's satisfaction, Monica recommended the blonde take a quick shower.

"Round three is going to be the best yet," Monica promised, "and our game is now tied."

Since Tina accompanied Alicia to the shower, Monica and Mark had a few more minutes of alone time. Monica took off Mark's mask and offered him more juice. "You're almost done, Mark," Monica promised. "This'll all be over soon, but you have to admit it. You're having some fun."

"Whatever," Mark responded. He was enjoying Monica's game, but he wasn't about to admit it. He would never admit it.

Monica took a couple baby wipes and gently cleaned the mixture of chocolate, saliva, and semen from Mark's dick, stomach, and legs. She then returned to Mark and comforted him as a mother would console a crying baby.

As Monica stroked Mark's sweaty hair and the cool dormitory air rushed over his bare skin, Mark felt something strange for his host. Was this what hostages sometimes feel for the very people who steal their freedom away? As illogical as it was to a very logical person, Mark felt a strong bond forming with Monica. It was confusing, exciting, and fascinating all at the same time.

Mark fell into a peaceful trance as Monica's cool fingers raked his hair. He was momentarily able to forget about Tina and Alicia, about Lucy's blackmailing him, and about Monica's game. Mark was able to lose himself in a consoling moment with the very person about to potentially ruin his life.

Mark's moment of silence broke suddenly when he heard his sister and Tina making their way down the hall. "My mask," Mark whispered to Monica who was still stroking his hair. "My Mask," Mark repeated in a panic.

Monica smiled big at Mark as the two voices moved closer and closer toward the room.

"Please, Monica," Mark begged. "My mask."

"Do you trust me, now?" Monica asked Mark calmly.

"I do. I trust you. Really, I do."

Monica tilted her head and looked down at Mark. She brushed her fingers against his cheek as she scanned up and down his naked body.

"Monica, Please," Mark pleaded again as Alicia and Tina seemed just feet away from discovering his identity.

Just as the door knob turned, Monica snatched the mask and slipped it over Mark's head. 

"Are you girls ready for the bonus round?" Monica asked. She was talking to Tina and Alicia, but her question was really for Mark. This was going to be his round.

"I get to go first this time," Tina said as she picked up the final jar. There were only four slips of green paper visible through the glass.

"You do get to go first," Monica affirmed with a smirk. "First we have to untie our friend here. He'll need his hands for this round."

"His hands," Tina snapped. "That fucking perv isn't putting his hands on me."

"Tina," Monica scolded. "You agreed to play the game by my rules. You can forfeit now if you want, but you'll spend spring break cleaning and cooking."

"That's not fair," Tina argued. 

"No," Monica insisted. "It's NOT fair. Did I at some point suggest this game would be fair?"

"Fuck this," Tina said. "I don't even wanna go on spring break with your bitch ass."

"Really?" Monica responded. "You might want to rethink your decision."

"Like hell I will," Tina responded; Alicia sat quietly.

"Well, then," Monica answered arrogantly. She pulled out her cell phone and extended the screen toward the girls. "You might want to take a look at this first."

"What the fuck?" Alicia said no longer willing to sit in silence. "Where did you get that picture?"

"That's bullshit, Monica," Tina added.

"Now, now," Monica returned. "Before you go skinny dipping in our family pool, you should make sure there aren't any cameras around."

"You took a picture of us when we were...you know?" Tina asked incredulously. "I didn't even think you were home."

"That was private," Alicia added as if it would somehow matter to Monica.

Monica laughed at the girls' reaction to her photo. "Yes I was home, I did take a picture, and maybe it wasn't as private as you two little sluts thought it would be. Oh, and don't worry. I have many more pictures if you don't like this one."

"So what're you saying?" Alicia asked. "Are you threatening us?"

"Threatening?" Monica responded. "I'm not threatening anything. I'm just telling you what'll happen if you don't play out the game."

"That's bullshit," Tina argued.

"That's OK, then," Monica answered. "I'm sure Alicia would be more than happy to finish the game without you. She probably doesn't want to be an Internet star."

Lying quietly on the bed, Mark couldn't believe what was happening. He felt bad for his step-sister and even, to a much lesser extent, Tina. Still, he couldn't say anything no matter how much he wanted to intervene.

"So do we play, or do we start uploading pictures?" Monica asked.

"Fine," Alicia said, "but if we play your game, you have to delete the pictures."

"I promise," Monica insisted. "If the two of you work through all my green notes, I'll delete all the pictures. I'll even spend spring break cooking and cleaning for you two bitches. If one of you backs out, though, I'll publish the pictures, and you'll spend the break taking care of me. Do we have a deal?"

"Do we have a choice?" Tina asked rhetorically.

"Good point," Monica said. "Now free our little bird friend so we can get started.

Alicia untied Mark's hands while Tina released his legs. As soon as Mark was loose, he sat up Indian style and covered himself with an unattended pillow. It was the first moment of even nominal modesty since the game began. 

"Alright, girls," Monica said as she handed Alicia the jar. "The final round of our game is going to be a little different. It's simple really. Whoever refuses to do exactly what's on her paper loses the game."

Alicia looked into the jar at the neatly folded strips of green paper. Nervously, she reached in and selected her first task; she read her assignment silently.

"What's it say?" Tina questioned.

Alicia smiled in relief. "It says I have to spank his bare ass, twenty swats."

"Actually," Monica interrupted. "That means HE gets to spank YOUR bare ass."

"What?" Alicia panicked. "That's not how..."

"Now," Monica insisted. "We have to keep the game moving. Go ahead and lose those tights."

"I have to take off my pants?" Alicia asked. "In front of him?"

"What?" Monica responded. "Is it fair that he's been naked all night, and you get to stay fully clothed?"

"But...But I don't even know who he is," Alicia argued in reference to her own step-brother.

"And he doesn't know who you are," Monica lied. "Now let's get those tights off."

Mark felt his dick growing hard once again as his step-sister stood up from her chair and pushed her black tights down her skinny legs. Mark looked around nervously and caught Monica smiling at him. She was enjoying her game and taking in his every reaction.

"Panties too," Monica said immediately as Alicia stepped out of the tights.

Alicia obeyed with little hesitation. Mark couldn't look away as his step-sister hiked up her long sweater to grasp the sides of her panties. He caught a brief look at her blonde hairy bush as the panties slid down just ahead of the descending sweater. Mark knew it was wrong to watch his step-sister undress.

"Good girl," Monica said as she cleared her desk. "Now lean over here so Mar...I mean the birdman can get a good angle."




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 05



Author's Note: This story is based on a story I wrote in 2014. Portions of Part 01 and most of Part 02 and Part 04 are rewritten from the previous story. Part 03 and Part 05 do not contain any rewritten material.

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**Spying on Janice**

Mark woke up Thursday morning after the most restful sleep he had in a week. Despite how well things worked out with Monica and his step-sister the night before, Mark was thankful his time of service was nearing its end. Mark had one more night ahead of him, Friday night with Alison; Mark knew his time with Alison would likely be his toughest challenge of all, but after that he would be done.

Lucy and Janice promised Mark that if he followed through with their plan for this week, his debt would be paid in full. He had to spend Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with different girls, and he was expected to do exactly as his hosts instructed him. If he did so, Janice and Lucy promised they would never make the video of Mark spying on the women's shower public.

All along, Mark was worried that Janice or Lucy would decide to extend his time of servitude beyond this week. Since they had the incriminating videos, there would be little to preclude them from adding time to his sentence or making new demands altogether? Thankfully, Brooke offered Mark an opportunity to secure some insurance against such additional demands.

Brooke helped Mark break into Janice and Lucy's room and log on to Janice's computer. Mark was able to install tracking software that would hopefully give him access to Janice's files. If Mark could get to the damning videos, he could ensure that Janice's blackmail did in fact end as promised.

Even before taking his shower, Mark booted up his own laptop to see if he had access to Janice's cloud drive. Using the keystroke program he loaded onto Janice's device, Mark would eventually be able to steal her password; Janice only had to type the security code into the drive herself before Mark could see it. If everything went according to plan, Janice would never know it was Mark who deleted her files.

As part of Mark's arrangement with Brooke, he agreed to also delete the embarrassing content Janice had collected from Brooke's father, a former professor at the college. It was the least Mark could do in return for Brooke's assistance. Thanks to Brooke's help, after all, Mark wouldn't have to worry about Janice and Lucy showing up in a few weeks or even months down the road with new demands.

Part of Mark wanted to delete all of the files on Janice's computer before his Friday evening rendezvous with Alison. Considering how rough Alison was on Mark when they first met, Mark worried about what she might expect of him when given more time to prepare. Mark knew that cutting his service short, however, could potentially provoke Lucy and Janice. Even if they didn't have incriminating videos, there were plenty of witnesses to Mark's crime. Mark also had to be sure there were no offline copies of the videos.

Another part of Mark, a part he would never admit to, was curious about what Alison would make him do on Friday night. Was he going through with his final night of service because it gave him the best chance of escaping Janice's blackmail, or did he actually want to subject himself to Alison's demands?

To Mark's disappointment, he did not yet have access to Janice's cloud drive. Janice had been using her computer the night before, but she only logged in to check her email. Mark figured he would go through her email later. For now, he had to get ready for class.

Mark brought his laptop with him that morning so he could check in on Janice between classes. He might even be able to snoop around her hard drive after his first period test; he was taking the literature exam that had been cancelled the Thursday before.

Unfortunately for Mark, he didn't get much free time between classes. Instead, he had to wait until lunch before investing any more time prying into Janice's electronic life. Fortunately for Mark, by the time he sat down for lunch he had access to everything. At some point that morning, Janice had logged into her cloud storage; she even opened a mobile security program for her phone.

Mark could hardly believe his good fortune. Not only would he be able to get into Janice's cloud storage and email, but he also had remote access to Janice's phone. He could open, change, or delete any files or messages on either device. Mark had complete access to all that was Janice: her emails and text messages, her files, her school assignments, and just about anything else Mark wanted. He could even get into her bank accounts if so desired.

"Look who flew the coop," Brooke joked as she saw down across from Mark. Even if Mark didn't appreciate her obvious reference to his most recent humiliation, Brooke amused herself with it.

"Very funny," Mark responded hardly lifting his head from the computer screen. "You're just a barrel of laughs. Aren't you?"

"So?" Brooke queried impatiently. "Did you get it?"

"Get what?" Mark responded deviously.

"Now who's the comedian?" Brooke scoffed. "Come on. Did you get it?"

Mark smiled across the table at his co-conspirator nodding his head slowly.

"No way," Brooke returned. "You didn't."

"I did," Mark said. "I have access to everything."

"Everything?" said Brooke. She ran around the table plopping herself down next to Mark; she watched his screen intently as Mark showed off his handiwork. "Holy shit. We did it."

"We did it," Mark assured her with a grin.

"So let's end this," Brooke added. "Go ahead and delete everything."

Mark turned his chair toward Brooke's with a somber look. "I think we should wait."

Brooke was perplexed. "Why in hell would we wait? Janice could figure out that we hacked her computer any minute."

"She won't find out," Mark promised. He explained to Brooke how he wanted to wait until after his evening with Alison. He said this would give him time to make sure they had all of the files. It would also make it less obvious who hacked Janice's computer.

"Why wait until after tomorrow night?" Brooke questioned. "We could delete everything tomorrow morning or even tomorrow afternoon. Then you wouldn't have to spend Friday night with Alison."

Mark tried again to explain his logic. He wanted everything to appear like an accident. He argued that deleting the files right away would only put a target on his back. "I would much rather fade from their memory than start an all-out pissing match," Mark added. "Besides, it's not that long in the grand scheme of things. We need to do this right."

Reluctantly, Brooke agreed with Mark's plan with one condition. She wanted to be there personally when Mark deleted the files. "You may just want Janice to forget you," Brooke added. "I need to make sure she stays away from my family forever."

"That's fine," Mark said. "We'll give it a week or two, then delete the files together. Besides, that'll give me more time to go through everything. Who knows what else she's mixed up in."

Brooke nodded in agreement 

The two decided to wait at least a week before making their move. Brooke could keep an eye on Janice and would give Mark a heads up if Janice was about to fire off any more demands his way. Hopefully, Janice would have her sights set on someone else by then. She would never know for certain that Mark had anything to do with the messed up files. Considering all the lives Janice fucked up, the suspect list would be extensive.

**A Final Night of Service**

Having spent most of the previous couple days scanning Janice's computer files, Mark didn't have much time to worry about his evening with Alison. Sure enough, however, the clock worked against him ticking toward six forty-five on that Friday evening. This would be the last time Mark would have to report to the study room and change into whatever outfit his host had prepared for him. He had a feeling Alison would make this last one count.

Brooke was already in the study room when Mark showed up about five minutes early. "Hey, Brooke," Mark said.

"Hey, you," Brooke answered with a friendly smile. She brushed her fingers through her short blonde hair and slid forward in her seat. "Ready for your final night?"

"I'm ready for all this to be over," Mark added.

"Me too," Brooke returned with a wink and another smile.

"Do you have my clothes?" Mark queried.

"Not yet," Brooke said. "I think Lucy's supposed to bring them."

"I guess I am a little early," Mark said taking a seat next to Brooke.

The bob-haired blonde looked incredulously at Mark. "What...What're you doing?"

"What?" Mark asked. "I'm waiting for my clothes."

"Like that?" Brooke said extending her arm toward Mark.

"Like what?" Mark asked.

"Why aren't you naked yet?" Brooke asked. "You might as well get ready for Lucy. That way you'll be ready to get dressed as soon as she gets here."

Mark stared at Brooke. He had assumed that since they were working together, since he was helping her steal video implicating her father, she would show him some compassion. It didn't even seem like Janice or Lucy asked Brooke to make him strip in the first place. This was Brooke's call, her decision alone. 

"Well," Brooke said. "We don't have all day."

Mark was pissed, but there really wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't risk screwing up his plan even through Brooke was channeling her own inner bitch. "Keep your eye on the prize," Mark thought to himself as he stood up and started removing his clothes. "It's not anything she hasn't seen before."

Brooke stared intently at Mark as he removed his clothing. She was acting as if she had no memory of how they were working together. She was enjoying his humiliation.

"What now?" Mark asked in an irritated tone after his clothes were properly folded and placed on the table beside Brooke. "Anything else?"

Brooke snickered at Mark's frustration. "Now we wait for Lucy," she offered.

Shaking his head, Mark went to sit back down in the chair.

"No," Brooke said. "Don't sit down yet."

Mark stepped away from the chair. He started to cover his dick with his hands but stopped short when Brooke shook her head in protest. 

Brooke continued to stare at Mark's naked body as he stood awkwardly next to his orange chair. Mark couldn't do anything but wait on Lucy even though the clock on the wall was ticking dangerously close to seven o'clock.

With just minutes left before Mark was supposed to meet Alison, Lucy finally stepped into the study room. "Oh," she said in reference to her naked ex-boyfriend. "Why aren't you dressed?"

Mark looked confused. "Don't you have my clothes?" he asked.

"Brooke," Lucy said. "I thought you had them."

"I do," Brooke replied stepping out of her seat. "We were just waiting for you." The blonde reached under her chair and pulled out a large plastic hanger bag. "We didn't want you to miss Mark's last wardrobe change." Brooke turned her attention to Mark with a devious smile. She handed him the bag and shot him another wink.

Mark ripped open the bag. As upset as he was with Brooke, we was equally surprised by what Alison wanted him to wear for the night. It was a freshly pressed tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and shiny black shoes. He was even provided with a black and white pair of boxer shorts. Alison was preparing him more for a formal than for a night of humiliation.

"Better hurry up," Lucy said to Mark. "You're going to be late."

Mark rushed to put the suit on in front of the two girls. He really wanted to get Brooke alone so he could ask why she was fucking with him, but Mark had to get to Alison's room. His last night of servitude was about to begin.

As Mark finished getting dressed, Lucy stepped up to him and straightened his tie. "Too bad Janice couldn't be here for your last hurrah," Lucy said to Mark. "You look so handsome. Don't you?"

"Well, I better get going," Mark said stepping away from his redheaded ex-girlfriend. He didn't know how to respond to Lucy's kind words. Mark didn't feel anything for Lucy at this moment. He didn't like her and wasn't attracted to her. At the same time, he didn't hate her. Mark just wanted his and Lucy's chapter to close once and for all.

Mark's dress shoes clacked against the tile floor as he stepped out of the study room leaving Lucy and Brooke behind.

It was a few seconds past seven o'clock when Mark knocked on Alison's door. His heart raced as he wondered what the girl who was so cruel to him the previous Friday had in store for his night of service. The final mystery of his punishment was about to unfold in front of Mark.

"Don't you look dapper?" Alison said stepping out of the door. She was wearing a form-fitting red dress with a black belt and smelled of expensive perfume. Mark instantly recognized her sophisticated but subtle aroma; it was the same scent Lucy used to wear. Like Mark, Alison was ready for a formal night on the town.

Alison hooked her elbow toward Mark. She led him down the hallway and out of the dorm. As the couple passed through the lobby to the elevator, Mark took note of Lucy and Brooke leaning against the foyer wall. Brooke had her arm around Mark's ex-girlfriend; both girls were smiling widely. It was as if they knew something about Alison's plans for the evening, something Mark was about to experience firsthand.

"Have fun, you two," Brooke said as Mark and Alison stepped into the elevator.

Alison escorted Mark out of the dorm and to a large black limousine waiting by the main entrance. Once they were seated properly, Alison asked Mark to pour a couple glasses of Champaign.

"So where are we going?" Mark asked as he handed Alison a long-stemmed glass.

"You'll see," the brunette said with a smile. "Just try to enjoy yourself."

Mark was confused. He envisioned a more painful beginning to his evening. He was not naive enough to think Alison was only planning a fun night on the town; he wasn't complaining about the limo and Champaign either.

After a short drive, the black limo pulled up to a luxury hotel located downtown by the river. As the driver opened the door for Alison and Mark, Alison instructed the chauffer to meet them in front of the hotel at midnight sharp. This was meaningful to Mark since his night was supposed to end at midnight. Whatever Alison had planned, it would all take place at the hotel.

Alison led Mark to a large ballroom; there was a band playing, servers with fancy food and drinks, and a three-tiered chocolate fountain. The party area was laid out with a large dancefloor surrounded by rows of round tables.

"Alison," another tall brunette girl said as she approached Mark and his date. "You made it." The girl was wearing a bright blue low-cut dress with metallic silver leaves around the neckline and shoulders. The dress was perfectly accessorized by long blue gloves and bright silver shoes. Her lack of a belt allowed the dress to flow naturally over her curves.

"Hey, Stacy," Alison said. "This is my date, Mark."

Mark shook Stacy's hand and exchanged pleasantries. Alison never explained who Stacy was, how the two girls knew each other, or what the hell they were all doing in this ballroom.

Alison took the next half hour or so introducing Mark to several more of her girlfriends, each one more beautiful than the previous. While the room was filled with couples, none of Alison's friends had dates. How would so many incredible looking women be at such a formal event without escorts? Any one of the girls could sign up multiple guys at a moment's notice.

After making introductions, Alison directed Mark to a table where they would sit with several of Alison's female friends. Rather than taking a seat herself, however, Alison told Mark to save her place while she socialized with the other girls. 

Mark sat at the table by himself for almost half an hour. He wondered if Alison was using his night of service so she had someone to reserve a table for her. While that sounded like a waste of power, Mark was more than happy hanging out at the table watching the clock wind down to midnight. When the clock hit twelve, after all, Mark's punishment for spying on Lucy would be over. Mark would be a free man.

Mark's time alone ended when Stacy, the first girl Alison introduced him to, sat next to him. "So how do you know Alison?" Stacy asked.

Mark's brain raced as he tried to summon an acceptable answer. "I'm a friend from school," he said; it was the best he could offer.

Stacy took a few minutes asking Mark about his major and what he was going to do after graduation. Stacy seemed nice, but Mark still didn't understand what was going on. Was she really just here for small talk?

"So what's the party for, anyway?" Mark finally asked Stacy.

"I have no idea," Stacy responded with a smile. "I guess it's some sort of company get-together or something."

"You don't know?"

"Hell no," Stacy responded. "This is just something we do. It's not like anyone's going to kick a group of hot babes out of their party. Is it?"

This was crazy. The girls were actually crashing someone else's event. This is what Alison was using her night with Mark for? He was helping her crash a fancy get-together and score some free food. "That is so cool," Mark said to Stacy. He was as confused as he was impressed.

"I'm glad you like it," Stacy said. She rested her hand on Mark's forearm. "Are you ready?"

"Am I ready?" Mark asked. "For what?"

"You don't know?" Stacy asked. She turned her head sideways in a failed attempt to keep a straight face. 

"Know what?" Mark pleaded. "What should I be ready for?"

"Got to hand it to Alison," Stacy said with a grin. "Follow me." Stacy then stepped away from Mark and moved toward the ballroom's main entrance.

Mark followed behind Stacy. He couldn't help but notice her blue dress conforming perfectly to her ass as her stride moved back and forth. Perhaps realizing Mark was checking her out, Stacy stopped for a minute to let him catch up. As Alison did earlier, Stacy hooked her arm inviting Mark to hold on.

Stacy led Mark to the elevator then to a second-floor hotel room. Once inside, she invited Mark to sit on the bed; Mark did as requested.

"Get comfortable," Stacy said. "Go ahead and take that jacket off.

Mark removed his black jacket and set it on the bed. He was careful not to wrinkle what he assumed was an expensive garment.

Stacy pulled a paper bag from the nightstand and sat down next to Mark. "I'm going to walk you through what you need to do," she said. "It's important that you listen carefully. Alison won't be happy if you're not ready for her."

"Ready?" Mark asked. "Ready for what?"

"Mark," Stacy said condescendingly. She rested her hand on his knee. "You need to listen. This is important. Okay?"

"Okay," Mark responded. "Sorry."

"That's alright," Stacy said plunging her hand into the brown bag. She pulled out a rubbery bulb-shaped object with a flat base. "Do you know what this is?" Stacy asked. 

"I don't," Mark said. "Is it a dildo or something?"

Stacy chuckled. "No. It's not a dildo. It's a butt plug."

"A butt plug?" Mark queried with a worried look on his face. He slid back on the bed as if the rubber device was somehow contagious.

"That's right," Stacy continued. She reached back into her bag and pulled out a tube of lubricant. "Make sure to lube it up real well then insert it into your ass."

"You want that in my butt?" Mark asked. "Then what?"

"Then nothing," Stacy insisted. "You leave it in there until Alison tells you to take it out."

Mark took the blue object and the lube from Stacy. He had never even considered putting something like this inside himself before let alone leaving it there for an indeterminate timeframe. Mark's trepidation only worsened, however, when he saw Stacy reaching back into her paper bag. 




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 05



As was the case with the butt plug, Mark had no idea what the next device Stacy pulled from her sack was. It was a small leather strap with a series of metal rings attached to it. He couldn't identify the object, but Mark figured it was somehow going to end up on his dick.

"Do you know how to put this on?" Stacy asked holding the chastity device in front of Mark.

"What is that?" Mark asked. "No. I don't know how to put that on."

"That's okay," Stacy said. "I'll show you. Go ahead and take off your pants."

By this point, Mark was hardly a stranger to stripping on command; even so, he was surprised by Stacy's request. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but removing his pants for Stacy was somehow different than his previous experiences. Mark had no idea who Stacy was, and she knew very little about him. At the same time, Stacy was nonchalant about requesting that he remove his trousers. It was more like a doctor inspecting a patient than a sexual master making demands of her subject.

Mark stood up from the bed and slid the black tuxedo pants down his legs. Not even making an attempt at modesty, he immediately pushed his boxers down as well. After stepping free of the pants and underwear, Mark set his removed clothing gently on the bed beside his jacket.

Stacy lifted the bottom of her dress up her legs enough to kneel down in front of Mark. She held the leather strap and rings up to Mark's mid-section.

Mark lifted his shirt enough to see Stacy's instructions for how the chastity device worked. 

"You'll need to deal with the erection before putting this on," Stacy said with the slightest of smiles. "Take this big ring on the end here and slide it all the way down your dick then loop it behind your ball sack." Stacy pressed the largest ring against the base of Mark's penis for purpose of illustration. "These other rings just wrap around your dick." Stacy held Mark's cock in her hand showing him precisely where each of the loops needed to go. "Got it?"

"Yeah," Mark said. "I got it."

"Okay then," Stacy said placing the contraption on the bed beside Mark. "When you're all set, get dressed and meet us back downstairs. I'll let you go ahead and get ready."

"Sure," Mark said sitting on the bed crossing his hands over his lap. "Uh, thanks."

"No problem," Stacy smiled. "I'll see you downstairs. Alison expects you back in the ballroom you by eight thirty."

Mark checked the time on the bedside alarm clock as Stacy stepped out of the room. He had more than thirty minutes before he had to meet Alison back at the party. 

Mark spent most of his free time trying to figure out exactly how that device with the leather straps and metal loops would affect him. He remembered Stacy telling him that he should take care of his erection before putting the contraption on. Looking down at his hard dick, Mark decided to follow Stacy's advice.

Mark grabbed a few tissues from the bed stand and started stroking himself furiously. Less than a minute later, his erection problem was solved. After giving his penis a few minutes to relax itself, Mark carefully slid the largest loop down his stem and around his sack. Mark then moved the other loops along his dick and into their respective positions. 

As odd as the strap felt on his penis, Mark knew the more challenging part of his preparation was yet to come; he still had to shove the rubbery plug into his ass. Mark covered the object with a thick coat of lubricant as he imagined what it would feel like penetrating his orifice.

Mark leaned forward and circled the cone around his body. He used one hand to separate his ass cheeks and the other to press the slippery plug into his asshole. The sensation was new to Mark. His ass felt full; it was as though his insides were working their way back up his body. As the plug slipped into place, Mark's dick began to harden slightly against the metal rings surrounding it.

Mark could hardly straighten his torso with the intruding device still inserted into his ass. He practiced walking a few steps; it wasn't easy. Mark had to keep his legs as far apart from each other as possible as he waddled back and forth around the hotel room.

Trying to sit on the bed, the object pressed into Mark's asshole. He had to lean sideways to prevent the plug from jamming itself deeper into his body. Mark still had to get dressed before making his way back downstairs.

Gingerly, Mark slid his legs into the smooth tuxedo slacks. With so much hardware in his pants, Mark could hardly get the zipper up and the trousers buckled. After getting his pants on, Mark jammed his feet back into the shiny dress shoes. He would have some extra time to work his way back to the elevator, and he would need every second of it.

Mark looked down at his pants. The chastity device lifted his soft dick forward enough to tent his pants significantly, and it prevented Mark from pushing his unit safely to either side. The situation would only get worse if, or rather when, he ended up with a serious hard-on. 

Before leaving the room, Mark put his jacket back on over his pressed white shirt. Thankfully, the jacket dropped down his torso enough to conceal the bulges on the front and back of his pants.

Mark grabbed the inside handle and pulled the hotel room door open. His room was a long way from the elevator; he would have to waddle down the hall before catching a ride back to the first floor. There was no way in hell he would be able to take the stairs.

Passing several people in the second floor hallway, Mark found himself the recipient of more than a few dirty looks. Mark couldn't tell if the other hotel guests thought he was drunk or that he was fighting some sort of anal infection. His ability to move didn't get better as he shuffled along, either; the plug slid back and forth inside him with every step he took. 

Mark did eventually make it to the elevator and back to the ballroom. He didn't see Alison, Stacy, or any of their friends so he decided to find a corner and lean against the wall. Sitting down was not going to be a great option at this point.

Mark found a quiet spot and tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible. As far as he was concerned, it was up to the girls to find him. He made his way back to the ballroom as instructed. It wasn't his job to hobble around the hotel looking for Alison and her friends. Of course it didn't take Alison long to locate her subject.

"There you are," Alison said as she shot out from a mass of people. She stepped right up to Mark and gave him a hug. As her arms wrapped around the computer science major, she dropped her hands just enough to check his ass plug. Squeezing Mark as hard as she could, Alison thrust her hips forward shoving her body into Mark's ring-wrapped penis. "Very nice," she said. "You follow instructions well."

As Alison let go of Mark, he noticed her group of friends making their way over toward Alison and him. The girls, six excluding Alison, took turns giving Mark a big hug. Each girl grabbed onto Mark's ass and jammed her torso into his center. By the time all hugs were exchanged, Mark felt his dick growing through the multiple rings. 

Watching the girls, it was fairly obvious to Mark that this was not their first time participating in such an activity. They had their routine planned out and timed to perfection.

"Let's go dance," Stacy suggested to the group as a slow song started playing.

"Let's do it," Alison said grabbing Mark's hand and moving him toward the dance floor.

It was only a matter of seconds before each of the girls had a dance partner. Stacy even turned down two different guys before settling on someone.

Once on the dance floor, Alison pressed her body against Mark's. She rested the side of her head on Mark's neck; she then wrapped her hands under Marks arms and hooked them on the back of his shoulders. Mark clasped his hands together around the small of Alison's back. As the couple swayed with the music, Alison pressed her body deeper into Mark as if she was trying to merge and become a single entity. Mark's erection grew; the rings around his dick allowed the blood to flow into his unit but prevented his fluids from escaping. 

Alison moved her hands together behind Mark's shoulders and started rubbing the back of his head. Her hands felt incredible raking through his short sandy blonde hair. Alison sang along with the music; her near perfect pitch penetrated Mark's tuxedo jacket and rippled across his chest. For a moment, Mark let his guard down and enjoyed Alison's company.

"Hey, Mark," Alison said in a soft voice.

"Yeah," returned Mark. "What?"

"You're not such a bad guy after all. Are you?"

"I don't think so," Mark answered.

"Mark?" Alison continued. "Do you like me? I mean could you ever see yourself with someone like me?"

"You and me? I don't..."

Alison interrupted Mark mid-sentence grabbing his balls through his tuxedo pants. Alison didn't squeeze to the point of hurting Mark, but he wasn't expecting the sudden grope.

"Ahhh," Mark pushed back from Alison in surprise.

Alison pressed her finger over her lip insisting that Mark not make a scene. She pulled his body back close to hers swaying once again with the music.

Alison and Mark continued to dance; Mark's movements were slight at best as he clenched his ass around the butt plug and pressed his knees together. Mark noticed Alison's friends with their guys forming a circle around Alison and him. The surrounding bodies created a privacy wall allowing Alison more leeway to play with her date.

Alison leaned into Mark once again and whispered into his ear. "Do you like my ass?" she queried.

"Sure," Mark whispered back. "I guess so."

"You guess so?" Alison retorted. She reached down to Mark's ass and jammed the plug further up into his asshole. "You guess so?" she asked again.

"I do," Mark added. "I like your ass very much."

"Then why don't you grab it?" Alison said. "If you like it so much, why don't you grab it?"

Mark took his right hand and let it slide down Alison's back until it rested against her left cheek.

"Is that what you call a grab?" Alison scoffed. "You can do better than that."

Mark dropped his other hand down to Alison's free ass cheek.

"Grab," Alison said. "Fucking grab my fucking ass."

Mark squeezed Alison's ass cheeks with both hands.

"I won't ask you again," Alison said. "Grab it, and grab it like you mean it."

Mark squeezed her ass even harder with both hands; he could feel her cheeks pulling apart from each other as his fingertips slid into her crevice. Mark grinded Alison's body into his own as his dick pulsated through the metal rings.

"That's more like it," Alison said. "Do you like my tits?"

"I do," Mark said breathing heavily pressing his forehead into Alison's hair. "I like your tits."

Mark slid his arms between their compressed bodies cupping each hand over its corresponding breast. Mark could feel Alison's nipples poking through her sheer red dress and into his palms. Alison wrapped her arms tightly around Mark securing their bodies against each other.

"That's not grabbing," Alison whispered into Mark's ear.

Mark squeezed Alison's tits so firmly that he worried about hurting her. The harder he squeezed, however, the tighter she pulled her body into his. Alison rotated her hips against Mark's throbbing center.

"Do you like my pussy?" Alison said to Mark.

Mark didn't answer. He took one of his hands and wrapped it around Alison clutching her tight ass; he slid his other hand down her rippled stomach and over her snatch. When Alison's taut dress prevented Mark from reaching between her legs, he pulled the front of the dress up and slid his hand underneath. 

Alison's skimpy thong did little to protect the brunette's pussy from Mark's intruding fingers. Mark jammed his index and middle fingers beneath her underwear and began rubbing Alison's already wet pussy lips. Mark rested his head on Alison's shoulder and watched spots of light from the disco ball circling the room. Alison slid her body downward into Mark's fingers as he penetrated her vagina. 

Losing himself in exploration, Mark failed to notice Alison unbuckling his pants and sliding her hand into his underwear. Mark's slacks almost slid down his legs as Alison grabbed his cock firmly and started stroking up and down. Keeping one hand between Alison's legs, Mark used the other to secure the back of his belt against his ass. Alison pulled their bodies together as she continued jerking Mark off on the dance floor.

Mark felt like he was about to cum, but the metal rings around his penis delayed his climax. His body burned as blood rushed to his center. Even though separated by layers of formalwear, Alison's pussy pulsated in synchrony with Mark's penis. 

Mark's knees almost collapsed in on themselves as semen shot through the metal rings and into Alison's fist. Alison let her legs go limp beneath her body and pulled Mark down to the temporary dance floor. Fearing the crowd's reaction, Mark squirmed around on the wood surface working feverishly to return his pants to their buckled state.

As soon as Mark's pants were back in place, Alison leaned into Mark's ear and whispered his next set of instructions. "Find a bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. We'll see you back at the room in fifteen minutes."

Still kneeling on the dance floor, Mark watched Alison and her group of friends retreating from the party and into the hotel lobby. Once the girls were clear of his site line, Mark forced himself to his feet and found an empty table. He wanted to compose himself before embarking on the next leg of his adventure.

Mark fought to regain his focus as the party continued around him. Everyone must have assumed he was simply drunk and needed a minute. Mark's ass burned from the butt plug; his dick felt limp and sticky against the leather strap and metal rings. Mark realized he had to get moving if he was going to make it back to the hotel room in time. 

On his way to the elevator, Mark found a restroom and took a couple of minutes to clean up the sticky mess in his pants; at least he made a valiant attempt to do so. By this point in his week, Mark wasn't surprised by much, but he was taken aback that Alison would whack him off in such a public venue. More so, he couldn't believe they didn't get in trouble with hotel security.

Mark made his way to the elevator and to the second floor. Along the way, he tried to remember where he would be meeting Alison at.

When Mark followed Stacy to the room earlier that evening, he never thought to get the room number. Now he had to figure out which unit the girls were in based on how far their room was from the elevator. Unfortunately, all the doors looked exactly alike, and Mark didn't want to start knocking on random hotel room doors.

Mark paced up and down the hallway trying to remember anything about the room he was in earlier. Just when he was about to give up and go door-to-door, however, Stacy peaked her head out the correct room. She waved for Mark to hurry up and join her.

When he entered the room, Mark saw Alison lying on the bed and reading something on her phone. At the base of the bed, Mark noticed a rope hanging down from the ceiling. Upon further inspection, he saw that the rope connected to a small pulley that someone must have bolted to the ceiling.

"There you are," Alison said while resting comfortably in the king-sized bed. She was still fully dressed including her stiletto heels. "That was more than fifteen minutes."

"Sorry," Mark said looking down at his feet and rubbing his shoe into the expensive carpet. "I got lost."

"Well, hurry up and get undressed," Alison said. "We don't have a lot of time."

Mark immediately took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. As he removed his clothing, Mark reminded himself that this would possibly be the last time he would have to strip on command. In just a couple of hours, his time with Alison would be over, and his penance for spying on the girls' shower would be concluded.

Once Mark was completely naked, Alison instructed him to go into the restroom and remove the plug from his ass. Mark was grateful that she was letting him take it out and, more so, that she was giving him some privacy as he removed the uncomfortable device.

Mark took his time in the restroom. As curious as he was to find out what Alison expected him to do next, he mostly just wanted his night of service to be over. The rope tied to the ceiling in front of Alison's bed didn't do much to motivate him either.

"That took you long enough," Alison said as Mark finally stepped out of the restroom. "We were worried your plug might be stuck."

"Sorry," Mark said even though he wasn't. "It's just been a long night."

Stacy took Mark's hand and led him to the foot of the bed. "Stay right here," Stacy commanded leaving Mark with his legs pressed against the mattress.

Mark caught Alison's eyes as she giggled and looked down at a large hook lying on the bed beside her. The item looked like an oversized fish hook with a small steel ball in place of a sharp point. Mark wasn't sure what the hook was going to be used for, but the look on Alison's face told him it wouldn't be good.

Stacy stepped behind Mark and reached over his head. She strapped a leather collar around Mark's neck and threaded the rope from the ceiling through a loop in the leather band. 

"Okay," Stacy said as she grabbed Mark's shoulders. "I'm going to need you to lean forward against the bed."

Mark leaned forward resting his chest on the mattress leaving his butt elevated into the air behind him. Now he knew exactly what the hook was for.

Stacy grabbed the steel hook from the bed and covered its tip with lubricant. She then walked slowly around Mark's bent-over body.

Mark couldn't force himself to watch as he felt Stacy's cold hand rest on his naked back. Instead he closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable penetration.

Mark could feel the rope sliding up and down the loop in his collar as Stacy was presumably tying the rope to the large butt hook. Each time the rope pulled against his neck, Mark waited for the cold steel to make contact with his crack.

Mark felt Stacy's pointer finger and thumb separating his ass cheeks in preparation for his hooking. With a sudden plunge, Mark felt the cold steel sliding smoothly into his orifice. The hook dug even deeper into Mark than the rubber plug did earlier. 

As soon as the hook was successfully inserted, Stacy helped Mark back up to his feet. Mark could feel the hook pressing into his butthole as it slid up through the pulley and back down into Alison's firm grip.

"Perfect," Alison said as she watched Mark fight off the effects of her initial tug. "Now get on your knees."

Mark dropped to his knees as instructed. As he knelt down at the foot of Alison's bed, the rope pulled back through the pulley and lifted Alison's hand into the air. Alison smiled as she looked at Mark kneeling before her. His dick had again stiffened in the metal rings; he shuffled back and forth on his knees for the least uncomfortable position.

Alison jerked her head at Stacy who took the hint and left the room. Alison needed some time alone with Mark.

Alison sat at the end of the bed and pulled Mark between her legs until his face was less than a foot from her chest. The brunette reached behind herself and pulled out a black sleeping mask; she wrapped the mask carefully around Mark's head so his vision was completely obstructed.

"I'm afraid this is where we part ways," Alison said to Mark gently. "Are you ready for your final instructions?"

"Sure," Mark responded curiously.

"I set the alarm for midnight," Alison said. "When it goes off, you may get up and remove your mask. There are two sleeping pills and a glass of water on the bed stand. If you take the pills and go to sleep, someone will be in here to remove the strap from your dick. If you try to remove it on your own while still erect, you might hurt yourself. Got it?"




The Nerd Conquest Pt. 05



"Sure," Mark said. "I got it."

"Good," Alison continued. "I'm going to leave you here for now. Over the next couple of hours, you may get some visitors. It's entirely possible no one will show up. If that's the case, just stay there on your knees until the alarm goes off. If you do get visitors, you will be expected to tend to their needs. You may only use your mouth and your hands to get them off. Got it?"

"Got it."

"My friends value their privacy," Alison continued. "Under no circumstances are you to remove your mask. They will not offer to have sex with you, and you will not ask them to do so. You are here to take care of them. Period. Got it." 

"I got it," Mark answered. "Don't remove the mask."

"Good," Alison responded. She brushed the side of Mark's face with the back of her hand. "One more thing. My friends won't say anything to you. They'll just come in, let you take care of them, and then they'll leave. If they're not happy with your performance, they'll pull on this rope." Janice paused and gave the rope a quick tug. "So we're good?"

"Yes," Mark answered. "We're good."

"Well then," Alison said. "That should do it for us. Have a nice life." 

Mark stayed in his position and listened intently as Alison moved around the hotel room. He could tell she was gathering her things. In a way, Alison's demands reminded Mark of his night at the movies with Emily. Once again, Mark found himself wearing a mask, and once again he wouldn't be getting off.

Mark let his butt drop to the back of his calves as soon as he heard the door close behind Alison. Even if he was kneeling on the carpet with a strange contraption on his dick and a hook in his ass, Mark was grateful for the time alone. He listened carefully as strangers walked down the hallway outside of his room. With each set of footsteps, Mark waited to hear a click at the doorway as the lock protecting his privacy gave way to a stranger.

Mark could hear the mini-fridge right behind him. It buzzed every few minutes as the motor struggled to compete with its worn out seal. The area smelled of sanitizer and air freshener, a dead give-away for even the finest hotel room. While not unpleasant, the odor reminded Mark that he wasn't home.

Time slowed down for Mark. He was always someone who valued time, who appreciated and understood the distance between one life event and another. The past week felt as if it was much longer than most, and the next couple hours could be the longest span of the current week.

As time passed, the burning in his ass calmed as did his artificially elongated erection. Could he dare hope to spend the rest of his time alone?

"What if someone does come in?" Mark thought to himself. He had never performed oral sex on someone before. He had certainly seen his share of porn, but he hadn't exactly been taking notes. Mark remembered what Alison said. If the girl he was servicing wasn't happy with his efforts, she would pull the rope. This had to be the harshest of grading scales especially for someone providing oral sex for the first time.

Instinctively, Mark turned his head toward the hotel room door when he heard someone trying to get in. If the person seeking entrance had a key card, it was likely failing her. Again and again, Mark heard the door handle shake. Each time he waited for the door to open and his visitor to step inside. The door never opened, however. Eventually, Mark heard footsteps walking away from his room. 

"Maybe someone had the wrong room," Mark whispered to himself. If that was the case, the person wouldn't be back. If the visitor did have the correct room, however, it would just be a matter of minutes before the visitor secured another key and opened the door. As much as Mark hoped for the former, he knew it was likely the latter.

Mark's heart raced as he sat on his calves waiting for the door to open. Would this be his only guest? Would she be alone? Would she recognize him? As the door handle rattled once again, Mark knew his privacy was over. He had to prepare himself; if his performance was found lacking his ass would pay the price.

Mark listened as the girl stepped into the room and closed the door. As Alison said would be the case, the girl didn't address Mark in any way. Mark lifted his butt off his legs returning to the position Alison left him in. He tried to keep his face pointing toward the bed as his mystery guest stepped into the restroom.

Mark listened as the girl turned the bathroom water on then off. He then heard the bathroom door open and footsteps approaching him.

Any softening of his dick from his time alone was almost immediately undone. Mark's cock felt as big as ever, and the rings once again prevented blood from escaping his appendage. He imagined the girl inspecting his rod shooting out from his body toward the bed.

Even though he couldn't see his guest, Mark could sense much of what she was doing. She stood just a couple feet away from him as she stepped out of her high heels and kicked them across the floor. Mark heard a long gentle "zip" as the girl ran her zipper down the back of her dress, and he felt a brush of air as she pulled the dress up over her head and threw it on the floor by her shoes.

The bed springs compressed as the girl sat in front of Mark. He heard stretching nylon as she slid her panty hose free of her hips then down her legs. Again, Mark felt a rush of air as the pantyhose flew through the hotel air to the pile forming beside the bed.

The springs decompressed as the girl stood back up. Her long hair whipped against Mark's face momentarily as she leaned forward and pushed her panties down her legs. Mark again heard the bed as she sat back down in front of him.

Anticipating that the girl would make some form of contact, Mark waited attentively. He felt the hairs on his arms and legs standing true. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he could sense her knees bookending his body. She had to be sitting on the bed directly in front of him. Her naked body was mere inches from his yet Mark had no idea what to expect.

After a long few seconds, Mark felt the girl's hands brush through his hair before clasping onto each side of his head. Suddenly, the stranger jerked Mark downward pulling his face into her lap. As he descended toward the girl's midsection, Mark was able to smell her scent, faint and unfamiliar.

The girl's coarse curly pubic hair was the first to make contact with Mark's face. He envisioned dark black hair but had no way of knowing for sure. His mouth was firmly planted in her pussy.

Still nervous and keeping his tongue to himself, Mark started out with a few kisses; he figured to take it slow at first. Mark rested his hands on the bed surrounding her thighs as he began pressing his face deeper and harder into the girl's vagina. He felt the tip of his penis brushing against the bed frame.

Just as Mark was getting into his chore, he felt a gentle tug from the hook inside his asshole. He assumed the girl wanted him to move things along.

Mark grabbed the girl's thighs, one in each hand, and started licking her pussy, bottom to top. A sign of his inexperience, Mark's motions were more of a child consuming a lollipop than of a seasoned lover pleasuring his partner. Again, he felt the hook plunge into his ass; the stranger exerted a little more force compared to her first pull.

Determined to improve his performance, Mark plunged his tongue deeper into the girl's pussy whipping against the inside of her lips and working its way to her bud. Channeling the girls from his porn videos, Mark jammed his right pointer finger into her vagina and massaged her clit with his free hand.

The woman's legs squeezed in on Mark's head as her body squirmed beneath him. Providing such excitement to the stranger was an amazing experience for Mark; his penis grew thicker as the sides of his stem rippled around the steel rings.

"Uhhhh," The girl moaned as Mark continued to pleasure her. "Ohhhh...Yeah...Ohhhh."

The girl's uninhibited response was new and exciting for Mark. Unlike his times with Lucy, where it was more about mechanics than anything else, Mark felt a physical connection of cause and effect. He never even considered how much pleasure a woman could experience from sex.

The stranger grabbed Mark's hair and forced his face deeper and deeper between her legs. Mark could hardly breathe, but he wasn't about to slow down.

"Ahhhh," she screamed again before falling limp on the bed in front of him.

Mark pressed his face back into the woman's lap just as he felt a gentle yet distinctive tug on his asshole. She wanted him to stop.

Mark retreated a foot or so dropping his butt back to his ankles. As he tried to wipe some of the goo from his face, he thought about the massive grin he must have been flashing his guest. Mark was excited, but, more so, he was proud of his accomplishment.

Mark listened as the girl dressed herself. He desperately wanted to pull the mask back for a quick peak. Was the girl young? What did she look like? Did she know him? These were questions, Mark wasn't going to get answers to. He would have to be satisfied with a final kiss on the cheek before listening to the stranger walk away from him and out the door.

Once again Mark was left alone with only the refrigerator's familiar hum. Knowingly violating Alison's instructions, Mark decided to remove his blindfold for a quick look around. He figured he would have plenty time to put it back on if he heard the door again.

Taking an even bigger risk, Mark decided he would make a quick run to the bathroom. To do so, He had to slide the ass hook free of his butt and remove the collar from around his neck. Knowing his next guest could show up at any time, Mark had to move quickly. Getting that steel ball and hook out of his ass was an incredible, even if temporary, relief.

Mark waddled into the restroom and did his best to pee through the contraption on his penis. He also took a few seconds to wash his face and gargle some mouthwash. He figured his next guest would appreciate the gesture.

As Mark jammed the hook back into his ass and returned the collar to his neck, he noticed the alarm clock by the bed. There was just over half an hour left before midnight. Even though he had no idea where the past ninety minutes went, Mark was thankful to be near the end of his journey.

Just as Mark took his designated position in front of the bed, he heard the door rattling again. Mark pulled his blindfold back on and prepared for what he hoped would be his final task of the night.

Mark listened to his second mystery guest move around the room. This girl was undressing in the bathroom rather than right next to him. Mark had no idea if the change in behavior was any indicator about what he should expect.

Mark sensed the girl stepping between him and the end of the bed. She was wearing a thick coat of flowery perfume, a strangely familiar scent that made Mark's eyes water under his mask. Mark thought this was odd since Alison and her perfect friends would never go out with such an obnoxious odor. This all but negated the possibility that Mark was pleasuring someone from Alison's group. Even so, Mark couldn't shake the feeling that he should know who the girl in front of him was.

The bedsprings notified Mark that the girl was in place and ready for his performance. Instead of waiting for the perfume-soaked girl to summon him, Mark immediately leaned toward her. As Mark grabbed the girl's legs, he was surprised to feel the back of her thighs. Sure enough, as Mark moved his hands up her body, he found her ass rather than her stomach and pussy.

When Mark pulled back in surprise, he felt the steel hook digging into his body. The stranger expected him to proceed with his designated function.

Mark grabbed the girl's thighs and pulled them apart from each other as she hiked her ass in the air. He could tell from her legs that the girl was short and petite. Her ass was firm, and her legs were toned; Mark guessed that she was an athlete. 

Mark pressed his face into the girl's relatively substantial thigh gap. Even from behind, Mark was able to get his tongue into her pussy. Mark reached his hands above his head and started rubbing the girl's ass. When he tried to move his hands back to the bed, he felt a not-so-gentle tug against his rectum.

Mark circled the girl's pussy lips with his tongue as his finger provided a corresponding motion around the girl's butthole. The girl thrust her ass even further into the air almost forcing Mark's finger to penetrate her. Again, the girl's wishes were clear even if she didn't say a word.

Mark drove his finger boldly into the skinny stranger's asshole as he flickered his tongue against her clit. Using his free hand, Mark penetrated the girl's tiny vagina. He could only get a single finger into her, and, even then, it was a tight fit. 

The girl moaned as Mark picked up his pace. His finger movement was fierce; the faster he moved, the more the girl drove her pussy into his tongue. The girl lifted one leg behind herself and rested it on Mark's shoulder; her other leg followed suit to his opposite shoulder. Mark's hands in her ass and pussy were holding the girl in place as her thighs clenched in on Mark's head. The girl's body formed a bridge from the bed to Mark's face as her legs dangled over the back of his Mark's shoulders.

The girl's hips rotated on Marks face; she swung her body forward and back on the bed moving Mark along with her. She let out a guttural scream as her legs formed a vice around Mark's head. The girl's body convulsed and seized. Mark's head and neck hurt almost as much as his ass; His dick rubbed against the bed in front of him but refused to cum.

With a final scream, the girl relaxed herself on the bed allowing Mark to fall back onto the floor. He just sat there exhausted and aching. Mark wasn't sure he could force himself back to his knees even if he wanted to. Mark had nothing left to give.

Just as the girl before her, the skinny athletic girl gathered her things and quietly left the room. As the door shut behind her, the alarm clock by the bed buzzed. It was twelve o'clock.

**A New Life**

The morning light pierced the hotel curtains and burned Mark's eyes; his torso shot up responsively from the plush bed. It took him a few seconds to collect himself before finally remembering that he was in a hotel room, the same room Alison left him in the night before. He recalled that she left sleeping pills and some water on the nightstand. Mark must have taken the pills and passed out.

Looking at the empty glass, Mark remembered the leather strap and metal loops that were stuck on his penis. It was because of the device, after all, that he needed the sleeping pills to begin with. Mark looked under the sheet at his member and was glad to see the rings and leather were gone. But how?

As Mark dropped his head back to his pillow, he noticed that he wasn't alone in the bed. There was a girl lying there with her back to him. The girl had short blonde hair; she was wearing a pink night shirt and white bikini panties. Part of her back panty line had tucked into her butt cheek creating a thong-effect.

It didn't take Mark long to recognize the pink shirt. It was the same top Brooke wore into the study room that first morning he met her. She was the first person Mark stripped for as part of his punishment for spying on the girls' shower.

Putting the pieces together, Mark assumed that Brooke came into the room after he fell asleep. She must have removed the device from his penis then draped a sheet over him. Mark wasn't sure he was ready to forgive Brooke just yet, but he was glad to wake up next to her.

As Mark got out of bed, he noticed his clothes, the same outfit he removed in the study room the night before, on the chair beside him. Mark grabbed the pile of clothes and made his way to the restroom for a quick shower.

As Mark stepped out of the restroom following his shower, Brooke was already dressed and ready to go.

"How's it feel?" Brooke asked.

"How's what feel?" Mark returned.

"Freedom," Brooke said with a smile. "You're a free man."

Mark smiled. They both knew the answer to her question.

Just over a couple weeks later on a Monday, Mark found himself once again at his normal seat in the cafeteria. He was watching a guy sitting by himself mourning the loss of his girlfriend. Mark had watched their relationship from afar for most of the semester. They had been on and off again for a while, but Mark was pretty sure this would be it for them. As bad as he felt for the guy, Mark hoped the stranger realized that this could be a new beginning, a new adventure even.

On the other side of the dining hall, Mark saw Janice and Lucy. Mark had passed the girls around campus a few times since the end of his penance, but they had yet to speak a word to each other. Mark assumed they would never talk again.

Later that day, Janice's computer would crash. She would be able to get it fixed but would lose all of her old emails and the contents of her cloud drive. Mark heard rumblings that Janice was already blackmailing some other guy. If that was the case, evidence against the other victim would be lost as well.

Mark did save a copy of Janice's files and emails. As he dug through all the information, Mark found out that she was doing a lot more than making guys strip for her. Janice was extorting money from several men, including Brooke's father, and she was cheating on virtually every one of her classes. If Janice ever made her way back into his life, Mark would have everything he needed to make her back off.

Mark gave Brooke all the evidence regarding her father. It turned out that Janice and Brooke's father were involved long before he ended up naked at the sorority house. Mark figured it would be Brooke's decision how she wanted to handle things but he hoped Brooke would let her father off the hook. Mark, after all, was well to aware of how easy it was to fall into Janice's trap.

Mark started gathering his things. Since it was Monday, he had a long afternoon of classes in front of him.

"Hey, stranger," a voice came from behind Mark. He felt cold hands wrapping around his eyes.

"Who is it?" Mark asked. It could be any one of several girls.

Emily swung her head around Mark and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Did you miss me?"

"Uh...Hi, Emily," Mark said. He hadn't seen Emily since his first night of service.

Emily sat down next to Mark and wrapped her arm around his back. "I missed you the last couple of weeks."

"You missed me? I'm sorry...What is that?"

"You know," Emily said. "I miss our Monday dates."

"Our Monday dates?" Mark returned. "You know that was a one-time thing. Right?

"I do," Emily acknowledged. "It's just that I think we should get together every week."

"Every week," Mark begged. "Are you even serious?"

"I am serious," Emily insisted. "Since this is Monday, I need you at my dorm room by seven tonight."

"Your dorm room?" Mark asked. "Why would I do that?" 

"Because I told you to," Emily said. "Because I told you to, and because you want to."

"But what would you make me do?" Mark asked curiously.

"Whatever I want," Emily answered. "That's how it works. You do whatever I tell you to without question."

"What about other people? Would Janna be there?"

"It would be whatever I want," Emily insisted. "That's how it works. Janna will be there if I want her there. If I invite someone else, then someone else will be there."

Mark scowled at Emily. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to ask him this. He paid his dues already, and she wanted more.

Emily gave Mark a kiss on the top of his head. "I'll see you tonight at seven."

"No you won't," Mark answered. "I'm done with that."




The Nerd Pt. 01



DATING

I know she takes advantage of me, uses me, but I don't care; I am soo in love with her. Kathy is the most beautiful girl I know. I blush and get all tongue-tied when I talk to her. She is the head cheerleader for the football team and she loves showing off her sexy body.

She dates the quarterback on the football team, (of course), but teases me into doing all her work on the two courses we have in common, American Literature and Chemistry. She said if I get her good marks on both courses she will go out with me. I know, I know, I may be bright in college but not to bright when it comes to girls. I dream about the date that I am going to get while I do her reading and book reports, plus all her experiments and lab reports. I do all of this making sure it's different from mine, and e-mail it to her so that she can hand it in. Half the time she does not even attend the lectures, because she knows I am there, and this way she can sleep in or cut classes.

It makes me feel good just to be seen talking to her. I am not very tall; about 5 ft. 6 inches and weigh about 140 pounds. However, I am clever and I think Kathy likes that, a nice change from the jocks she usually hangs out with.

On mid term exams I got her a B on both subjects and she said it was time for my reward. "Would you like to have sex with me? Maybe we could take a motel for the night." 

This was my wildest dream coming true, but it was shattered in an instant when she kissed me and said, "You get that when I get an A, a B gets a kiss."

One day Kathy told me that she had broken up with her boyfriend and that I could take her to the spring dance. Just one thing, she needed to borrow one hundred dollars to buy her new dress. Of course I gave it to her.

I was to pick her up at her dorm at 8:30 on Saturday night. To make sure I did not keep her waiting, I arrived at 7:30 and waited and waited. 8:30 came and no Kathy: 9:00 came and went and still no Kathy. Was this some cruel joke she was playing on me. Finally at 9:35 Kathy breezed in, laughing and talking to her friend Diane.

"Hi Billy, (my name is Bill not Billy), I'll be ready in a jiffy." 

It must have been 10:30 before she came downstairs. Here was my dream come true. She wore a black fluffy miniskirt, a tight white silk blouse with no bra and the top 3 buttons undone. Her long blond hair swirled around her shoulders. As she bounced down the stairs her skirt would fly up to reveal small white panties. She was sex and beauty in one package.

I was on top of the world, driving my date to the dance in town. She looked so sexy sitting beside me, her skirt sliding up showing her bare legs almost up to her panties. Life does not get better than this. Suddenly a car shot across the road in front of us, even though I had the green light. I had to jam on the breaks to prevent hitting it. 

Kathy was mad at me; "You jerk, if you were looking at the road instead of my legs this would not have happened. Stop the car. I'll get in the back seat, maybe that way you can keep your eyes on the road." We went the rest of the way in silence. It was so unfair; the guy that ran the light was the jerk, not I, but you did not change her mind by arguing with her.

We must have been the last ones to arrive at the dance and all the tables were occupied. I stood looking around when Kathy spotted someone she knew sitting in a small both with a table in front.

"Hi Rod; mind if we join you?" She sat beside him and looking at me said, "Billy go find yourself a chair and join us, and bring us back each a rum and coke. Nothing for you, after all, you are not a very good driver sober, so I don't want to find out what you are like drunk. Bring us our drinks first and then go find a chair and get yourself a glass of pop." 

Humiliated, (and I had asked her not to call me Billy), I got the drinks and a chair for myself. When I got back it looked like they had just broken away from a kiss, but I could not be sure. I sat down at the table and they mostly ignored me, talking and laughing in low voices that was difficult for me to hear. 

Since I don't dance, Kathy and Rod spent most of the time on the dance floor, only coming back when they wanted a rest and to get me to buy them more drinks. At one point Rob spilled his drink on the table. "Quick," Kathy said, "Use the sleeve on your jacket to mop up the drink before it drips on Rob's pants." I don't see why I had to do that. Couldn't she call for a waiter or something.

After I mopped the table with my suit jacket sleeve Rob said, "I think he got some on my pants. Here Kathy, feel here." I was shocked as he took Kathy's hand and rubbed it up and down the front of his pants.

"You naughty boy, what I feel is not wet pants. Billie, go get Rob another drink."

Later Kathy said I could have one drink if I wanted or I could take her to Lookout Point after the dance, but not both. Of course my choice was Lookout Point, but it still bothered me to see them drinking, dancing, and laughing. Whose date was this anyway? I brought them drinks and watched them dance. Rod ran out of cigarettes and she made me buy him a package even though I don't smoke. All I could think of was Kathy and Lookout Point. The worst part was watching Rod rub Kathy's bum, and kissing her while they danced. A couple times Kathy looked over to see if I was watching, but it did not stop her from kissing him. Then more bad news, " Billie, Rod has invited me to a house party. There will be a lot of dancing and since you don't dance, I know you won't mind me going with Rod. We can go to Lookout Point some other time."

ENGAGEMENT

Just like the old song said, "Dreams can come true, it can happen to you, it can happen to me." One day Kathy said that after the movie we would go to Lookout Point. She still rode in the back seat, but when we got there she let me come in the back with her.

"You are so good to me, always trying your best to please me, and obedient too, that I have decided to marry you. In Gobles Jewelry there is a two carat blue white diamond I want you to buy for me as my engagement ring. Also I'll need things prior to getting married so I need you to give me $25 each time we see each other." 

Wow! Kathy is going to be my wife. This is the happiest day of my life. I was in my final year and had already been offered a good job at Hi-Tech Computers. 

"And we can start having sex. I am going to teach you how I like my pussy sucked, and I'll give you a nude picture of me that you can jerk off to."

And so my training started. First I had to get between her legs and pull down her panties. Then she would grab my hair to guide my mouth to the part she wanted sucked. I had to learn her signals. Pulling my hair meant I was to thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, speed controlled by how quickly she pulled my hair, and if she held me tight I was to wiggle my tongue deep inside her. A tap on the left side of my head meant I was to kiss and lick her pussy, a tap on the right and I was to kiss and lick wherever she put her finger, usually her bum, sometimes her leg or foot. Doing this would give me an aching hard on but she would not let me come. "Blue balls," she said, "is good for you. A little bit of pain helps you learn your lessons."

That became a common date for us. She would take me to her dorm room; I would give her the 25 dollars and tongue sex and then go home. It was only once a week that I had a real date with her. When she gave me her nude picture, I asked her how come she had nude pictures of herself; she said all the cheerleaders had nude pictures taken to give to the football players. Even with the picture I was not supposed to jerk off unless she gave permission. She would make me lick and suck her and if she was pleased she would let me jerk off when I got home. She said she liked an obedient boyfriend who put her needs first.

Diane, Kathy's best friend, had a problem. Her boyfriend's car broke down and they had no way of getting around, so they wanted to double date. Kathy said sure, but I didn't like it. Since Kathy rode in the back seat there were now 3 in the back seat of my car and just me in front. They would laugh and talk while I felt like a chauffeur alone in front driving. Kathy liked going to drive in movies. She used to let me in the back seat with her, but now with 3 in the back I had to stay in front.

One night it was raining hard and the movie had just started. "Sweetie, we are hungry but we don't want to get wet. Go get us each a hotdog and a coke. Bring ours first and then you can go back for yours." 

She had recently started calling me Sweetie, a name I hated as much as Billie and I told her, but she did it anyway. Carrying 3 cokes and 3 hotdogs was awkward. I handed it to them through the open back door. "Hurry up, the rain is getting us wet." Kathy shouted.

Getting them wet, what a joke. I was soaked by the time I made 2 trips to the concession stand. Sitting in the front seat by myself, soaking wet, and eating a soggy hotdog, I was feeling sorry for myself. I think things can't get any worse. How wrong I was. Sometimes I wonder why I let her do these things to me, but when she puts her arms around me, hugs and kisses me, I am on cloud 9. She whispers all the naughty things she is going to do to me when we are married. I love her and she is so beautiful; sometimes I think I am the luckiest guy in the entire world.

One Saturday night as we were picking up Diane and her boyfriend Rick, Diane said, "This is my brother Stan. He broke up with his girl and he has nothing to do so he wants to come with us. Is it OK?"

Of course Kathy agreed and now there are 2 guys and 2 girls in the back seat, and I have one more to pay for at the drive in. That time it was a sexy movie about two college professors who blackmail two cheerleaders into giving them sex. As I watched the movie, I realized that I could hear part of the conversation coming from the back seat.

Diane's voice, "But I told him you would. If you don't do it he is going to make me do it. How disgusting that would be to suck off your own brother! He has been so horny since he broke up with his girl that I promised him you would either suck him off or let him fuck you. There is a good scene coming up in the movie where the two girls suck off their professors. Lets show the boys a good time and suck them while they watch it happing in the movie."

After that I tried not to listen or turn around, so while I did not see anything I could hear some moans and a few crude comments. I could pretend nothing was happening in the back until Stan spoke, "Kathy I love the way you suck cock, but how about giving me a fuck next week?"

Kathy replied, "Is that a proper thing to ask a girl when her future husband is sitting in the front seat?" 

Once the movie was over and we had dropped off our passengers Kathy asked, "Are you mad at me?"

"Of course I am. How could you do that? I am engaged to you and you don't do that for me." 

"You are a virgin so you don't understand. Once a guy starts having sex, he wants it all the time. That's why I don't give you any. If I did, you would follow me around like a puppy dog begging me for sex. Since Stan is not a virgin he needs sex. I was just doing my best friend a favor. Now be a good boy and give me a nice tongue fuck." I was so mad at her I said no and took her home. If I had my way I wouldn't give her any sex until she gave me some.

The following week she completely humiliated me. "You were a bad boy last week when you would not give me tongue sex. If you don't convince me that you are truly sorry I am going out with Stan instead of you." So I begged saying I would do what she wanted and give her nice long tongue fucks whenever she wanted it.

"And tongue my asshole too, because it makes me feel good to have your tongue stuck up my ass."

" Yes I'll try my best to please you anyway I can."

Kathy with a serious look on her face said, "You had better start treating me better and stop being so jealous or I am going to break off our engagement and go out with Stan."

"Please, please," I pleaded, "Don't do that. I promise I'll treat you better."

The wedding was still 3 months away and while I was going steady with Kathy, she was not doing the same for me.

A hot rock group, The Devil's Horn was coming to Riverside, a city not to far away, and Kathy wanted me to order 5 tickets for the show and get 3 motel rooms, 2 doubles and 1 single so we could all stay overnight before and after the show. Of course I was to pay for all the tickets and accommodation. It was bad enough that I paid for Diane and her boyfriend Rick, but I hated paying for Stan, that freeloader that spent more time with Kathy than I did, and I know he had sex with her at least once. However Kathy does not want a second opinion, she just wants me to do what I am told.

We did not get away until after 6pm and it's a 4-hour drive. The four of them in the backseat were having a great time. Stan had brought a case of beer and Rick had marijuana cigarettes. As driver I could not drink and Kathy said smoking was not good for me, so per usual I was the chauffeur while the four of them partied in the back.

Could it get worse? Definitely, when we got to the motel Diane and Rick got one room and Stan was putting Kathy in with him and giving me the single room. Stan said that since I could not fuck Kathy anyway, there was no point in letting good pussy go to waste. I was so mad I was speechless. Red in the face I started to stammer out that Kathy was supposed to sleep with me because I was her fiancé. Kathy said not to make a scene in the motel office, just go alone with it for now and she would try and work it out with Stan.

After check-in Kathy told me, "Come into our room and I'll talk to Stan." 

"Stan, Billy thought he was going to share a room with me."

Stan responded, "That is just silly; the only reason I came was to fuck you. My sister said you liked me. Billy can jerk off in his own room if you are there or not."

"Billy, he does have a point. You don't need me to jerk yourself off, but Stan does."

"You are my fiancée and you are not supposed to have sex with anyone unless it's me." 

"No Billy, we are not married yet, and if you don't stop acting so stubborn I might call off the whole wedding. I am going to spend the night with Stan and tomorrow I'll ask Stan if I can spend the night with you."

Why is it she orders me around but is so meek with Stan.

" If you love me you will do what I want. You have to start showing me more respect"

She has a way of twisting everything and making it my fault. With an ache in my heart and bile in my stomach I went back to my room.

The next morning we all met at the motel restaurant and of course I paid for it all. Kathy and Diane spent the day shopping while Rod and Stan were at the nearby bar drinking beer and playing pool. How come it seamed like I was the 5th wheel? I couldn't go anywhere as Kathy had my car.

By the time we left for the concert it was pouring rain and there was no parking available anywhere near the theatre. After cruising several blocks looking for parking Kathy said to drop them at the front door as the show was about to start, then I could go and look for parking. She would save my seat. I finally found parking about 8 blocks away. Rain was coming in a downpour and of course no taxis were available, so I walked. I had purchased the most expensive seats, a private lodge suitable for 6 people. These lodges were on the 2nd floor with a balcony that overlooked the stage and a privacy curtain you could pull across the entranceway. By the time I got there I was completely soaked.

"You are not coming in here and getting us all wet," Kathy said sternly as I tried to enter and take my seat. "You will have to stand outside but you can leave the curtain open."

I felt miserable. The rain was not cold but I was soaked, tired from walking 8 blocks and Kathy would not let me sit down.

When it was intermission Kathy said, "Billie, go get us each a glass of champagne from the bar downstairs, and before you start complaining I know you will have to make 2 trips and yes the bar will be crowded because it's intermission. After you have served us I'll let you go down and buy yourself a coke." 

After bringing their champagne I was sure Kathy would let me come and sit down; instead she said, "Billie close the curtain. You can't see the stage from there anyway and I don't want people walking down the hallway staring at us while we sip our drinks. You can hear the music whether the curtain is open or closed." 

So I stood outside while they sat inside having a good time. I don't think Kathy realizes how much this hurts me.

Later Kathy told me, "It is raining even harder. If you leave now to get the car, you can get back here at least a half-hour before the concert is over. You should be able to find a spot by the front door to park and wait for us. That way we can come out of the theatre and get into your car without getting wet."

She was still treating me like a chauffeur but sometimes it's easier to just do what she says than it does to argue with her and make her mad. If I can just get through these 3 months until we marry, then Kathy will be all mine.

Back at the motel Kathy told me to change into some dry clothes and then join them in their room for a drink. When I arrive they are sprawled on the bed kissing.

"Billie, come here and suck my pussy while Stan sucks my tits. I love it when 2 guys try and get me off."

Stan spoke up, "Maybe we could do this after you are married. Billie could get you all hot with his sucking and then I would fuck you, and Billie could jerk himself off. That way everybody has a good time."

"I am willing to consider that but I suppose you should ask Billie if you can fuck his wife while he jerks off."

I know she says these things just to tease me but she does not realize how embarrassing it is for me.

The wedding was now only 2 months off. I still worried about Kathy suddenly changing her mind. One Saturday night she said, "I have an early wedding present for you."

I thought for a moment she meant sex, but then she handed me a present. "You didn't have to buy me anything, but what is it?"

"It's a tongue stretcher and strengthener. You put it on every night when you go to bed. For the first couple of weeks you may have trouble sleeping, but you will get used to it. This will make you a better husband. I like having a stiff tongue working in my pussy. Your tongue needs to be strong and long to give me maximum satisfaction. You do want to please me don't you?" 

So of course I took it wondering how she could call this a present for me.

One month to go and Kathy asked me, "The football coach was wondering if I would stay on as a cheerleader, at least for the out of town games?"

"No, I don't want you going on weekend trips with the football team. I will be your husband and you are supposed to stay home with me. I let you pick out the home you wanted, and you can choose the furniture you want and I am paying for all of it, but you have to give up being a cheerleader and hanging around with the football team. I've seen the way they feel you up for luck or pat your bum."

" I can't believe how unreasonable you are. Do you want me to wear a ball and chain also?" I do know her bachelorette party guests were some of some football players and the cheerleaders.

What I did not know until much later, was a conversation she had with 2 ex cheerleaders, now both married. Apparently Jodie wanted to give her some pointers before she married.

"I married a virgin, a geek if you must know, because I knew I could control him and he had lots of money. I am so happy and I want to pass onto you how your marriage can be as perfect as mine. The most important thing is never let him fuck you. Make him think he can if only he can please you a little more. Only a virgin would put up with this because all he dreams about is getting into your pussy and he thinks it would be heaven if he could just get it in."




The Nerd Pt. 01



Kathy said, "But I like sex. I like fucking a lot." 

"Of course you do and that is the beauty of this plan. You tell your husband that he has to please you with his tongue before he can with his cock You would be amazed at the delicious suck offs you get from him as he keeps trying to do it better. Make him kiss your ass. He will do anything you want just to earn the right to fuck you.

" Meanwhile take a lover to give you the hard throbbing fucks we all like. I personally like blacks. They are not too bright but they have big cocks. It's nice to be shafted hard and deep, and they are so anxious to fuck white women that they will hold off until you are well satisfied before they come. The best part is you can do it in your own home. By making it your husband's fault, he tries even harder to please you. It's such a turn-on to fuck someone while your husband watches, or you send him to the guestroom so you and your lover can spend the whole night in your marriage bed.

" It's a nice touch to make your husband suck you off after your lover leaves. The humiliation he feels makes you feel great. Make him do the little things like paint your toenails and apply varnish to your fingernails. Make him do the big things like cook your meals, clean the house and do the washing and ironing. It's fun to lounge around the house all day, then make your husband do the housecleaning while you go out on a date." 

Now it was Maria's turn. "You are too soft on your husband, Jodie. To keep absolute control you need to heap abuse on top of humiliation. I have taught my husband to drink my pee. It is especially good at night when we are in bed and I am too drunk or lazy to get up. I just spread my legs and say to my husband, "drink" and he gets down quickly between my legs and seals his mouth over my cunt. If the sheets get even a drop on them I beat him with my belt in the morning. After I have finished pissing in his mouth I either push him away with my foot, or often because it is such a turn on I make him suck me also. Half an hour later while I relax in bed, my husband has processed my pee and he gets up and goes to the bathroom for me.

" On weekends I like to watch the basketball games and have my husband serve me beer. He gets his beer from my cunt. I love to make him serve me and whatever guy I brought home. I don't make him do anything disgusting but I like a nice tongue cleaning rather than use toilet paper. My current boyfriend just loves fucking me up the ass and it's very soothing to have my husband tongue fuck my asshole afterwards. And remember to keep up the verbal abuse. Tell him all he is good for is licking your ass and sucking your toes. Make him feel worthless, then you can do anything you want.

" I only let my husband come if he jerks off in front of me. To keep up his humiliation and my amusement I make him jerk off in a glass, then flush it down the toilet. It's so much fun to be a slut for your boyfriend and a bitch for your husband.

" Remember to keep control you must keep him pussy whipped. Make him think his whole purpose in life is to give you pleasure and make you happy. Make sure you control all the money. Make him deposit his paycheck in your account and you give him an allowance. My boyfriend and I eat the meal he has cooked and served and when we are done he gets to eat what's leftover on our plates. Sometimes just to be nasty my boyfriend will spit or piss on his leftover plate and we watch while my husband cleans the plate with his mouth and tongue. 

" Have only one car, which is yours while he takes the bus to work. Keep him humiliated while you enjoy yourself. Last winter I made him drive me to my boyfriends place. He had to sit outside in a freezing cold car while I fucked. Five minutes before I was ready to leave I would phone him on his cell and tell him to start the car and warm it up for me."

End of part1, part2 The Honeymoon will follow shortly.



The Nerd Pt. 02



The wedding finally came. Kathy organized the whole thing including who my best man was, the quarterback, and my ushers, four guys from the football team. She wore a red mini wedding dress, which showed off her legs, and had a deep V, which showed a lot of her breasts. I had to wear a white tuxedo with a pink corsage to show I was a virgin. 

I am going to learn how to dance because at the wedding reception, she danced the first and last dance with me and the rest of the time with my best man. She would kiss him, and once I saw him trying to feel her up under her wedding dress. That was too much. I went to get up. Kathy saw me and that was the only time I ever saw her blush as she whispered in his ear and pushed away his hand. It still bothered me though, because now we are married.

We were staying at an airport hotel for the night, then flying to Jamaica for our 2-week honeymoon.

In the hotel room Kathy was in a good mood. I was in my pajamas and she did a strip tease for me and rubbed herself against me; saying dirty things to me like, " Do you want to put your cock in my hot wet cunt? Do you want to fuck me until you blow your load deep in my pussy?."

Kathy had told me to stop jerking off 2 weeks ago, so that I would be ready for our wedding night. I was horny and her teasing had me worried I was going to come before I got my penis in. She had me on the bed lying on my back with a raging hard on. She wore some kind of baby doll silky top with no panties. She approached the bed licking her lips and playing with her pussy. Kathy straddled me and she would lower her pussy until it touched the end of my penis and then she would rise up. "Maybe we should wait until tomorrow," she teased and, "I don't know if I want to do it now." 

She told me not to move which made the teasing worse because her pussy would touch me and then move away. "Maybe I should make you beg before you get any. I like hearing you beg for sex," she would say with a smirk on her face.

Finally when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore she lowered her pussy and helped me put it in. The sensation was wonderful. Hot, wet, tight and silky smooth; I got just the head in when she squeezed me with her pussy and I lost it. Her teasing and now this was too much and I blew my load. That was an incredible sensation, if only I had been able to get it all the way in and make it last a little longer.

My delirious joy did not last long. Kathy was really mad at me, "You worthless dork. I am all worked up and you come before I even get started. I am going to teach you how to control yourself before we do this again."

It was her fault as much as mine. She was the one who teased me and told me not to jerk off for the past 2 weeks. I wanted to get back in her good graces because if that is what fucking is like, I had to get it again.

"Kathy, please don't be mad. I couldn't help myself. Lie back and I will give you tongue sex just the way you taught me."

She pretended to still be mad at me but she got off twice as she held my head in place and had me service her. It was almost like this is what she wanted all along.

Jamaica was just like I pictured it; hot, sand, and sun. We were in a cottage resort, about 6 cottages near the beach with a main lodge; which had the restaurant, disco and bar. Kathy was on the front patio sunning herself in her bikini. She sent me to the restaurant to bring back her breakfast. I was trying to get back in her good books by doing everything she wanted. When I got back she was talking to 2 guys.

"Hi Sweetie, (that name again), this is Brian and Jeff, our neighbors in the next cottage. They have been here for a week and know all the best things to do and places to swim. They say I must experience a massage from Antonio, the resort masseuse. All the women they have spoke to say he is great. He rubs away all the tension and leaves you feeling great. It costs $50, but women say it's worth every penny. He has a ten-dollar discount for new brides. Give me $50 anyway in case I want to tip him. After my massage they are going to show us the best place on the beach to swim."

This was my honeymoon. I wanted to spend time alone with her, but I didn't want to annoy her so I agreed. After her massage she came back all smiles. "That was a great massage. He is so big, The external massage was good and his internal massage was even better," she said grinning at Brian. I don't know what she is talking about but whatever it was has put her in a good mood. On our way to the beach Kathy walked ahead with them while I struggled to keep up caring a blanket, 2 folding chairs and an ice chest with wine cooler in it.

It was a nice spot. Kathy, lying on her stomach, told me to put sun tan lotion on her. I enjoyed rubbing her neck, shoulders and back. It made me feel good just caressing her. After a few minutes Brian said, "That's not the way, you have to rub it in hard or she will still burn. Here give me the lotion and I'll show you." I didn't like his pushy attitude but I gave it to him. What he did was more like a massage than just putting on sunscreen.

Kathy made me feel worse by saying, "That feels soo good," when he was caressing her bum. Then he had her turn over and did her arms and legs, and then her stomach. Doing her stomach, he started to slip his fingers into her bikini bottom. Kathy finally stopped him. "I don't think I'll get sunburned there." Good for her, the nerve of this guy trying to feel up my wife right in front of me.

They decided to go swimming. Since I don't swim I splashed around in the shallow water while they went further out to swim. They were obviously having fun because I could hear Kathy's laughter. Tired of the water, I went back to our blanket and fell asleep.

I woke up with my back on fire. I don't know how long I slept, but I had forgotten to put sunscreen on so now I was paying the price. I was also alone on the beach. Kathy, Brian and Jeff had disappeared; then I could hear Kathy's laughter coming from the bar further down the beach. Stiff and sore I walked to the beach bar. "Why didn't you wake me when you came out of the water? Just look at my back!"

I was angry because my back was burning while Kathy sat in the shade drinking beer with 2 guys. "I thought you needed your sleep after last night," Kathy said.

Don't remind me I thought. I had given Kathy tongue sex for at least a half hour last night, plus kissed her pussy, her ass and her feet all in an attempt to make up for coming to soon. Then I was ready to do it again, certain I could last longer this time but she would not let me. "I'm tired and going to sleep, and I don't want to be mauled all night, so if you are still horny jerk yourself off." I was not going to jerk off on my honeymoon, but being in bed next to my nude wife and not allowed to touch her did keep me awake most of the night.

"You had better go back to the cabin and put something on that back and I will be along in a little while. Oh, and don't forget to take the chairs and blanket back. A little more sun on your back is not going to make much difference now."

It was at least an hour before Kathy returned. "Brian is going to teach me how to play tennis in the morning. Do you want to come with us and watch?" Kathy asked. I don't want to watch and I don't want my new wife playing tennis with some guy either. I know there is no point in trying to reason with Kathy so to make the best of it I agreed to come and watch. Of course Kathy had to go into the nearby village and buy a tennis outfit.

The next morning as I watched I got so mad at Brian. He was supposed to be teaching her and all he was doing was using that as an excuse to touch her. Standing behind he would show her how to swing the racket and on his so-called follow through he would feel Kathy's breast before repeating the motion. He was wearing loose cotton shorts and as he rubbed himself against her bum, I could see that he had a hard on but I guess Kathy was concentrating so much she didn't notice.

When the game started he had me stand in the back of the court and when Kathy missed the ball, (which was most of the time), I had to run and pick it up and hand it to her so she could return the serve. It was a very hot day and even though I was wearing a shirt I could still feel the sun on my sunburn. Finally I had to speak up. "Kathy, I am very tired and my back is starting to hurt."

"That's OK, we are just about finished anyway. You go back to the cabin and have a rest. Brian has a free pass for two, to play golf this afternoon and Jeff is not feeling well so I have agreed to play with him. I know you don't play golf but you can come along and be our caddy. We are going to the bar for a couple drinks first but you go ahead, and take your nap. That way you will be all rested up for this afternoon."

The afternoon was another disaster. I did not mind carrying Kathy's clubs but I resented it when she told me to carry Brian's as well. As they played their shots I would have to go over to them so they could select another club for their next shot. Some times they were quite far apart. Kathy complained saying, "Billie, you are going to have to move faster when we call. You are so slow that it's spoiling our game."

I felt like telling her what I thought of this golf game, but I did not want to upset her. She told me last night that if I wanted sex again I had to do a better job of pleasing her. So I did my best even though the golf bag straps hurt my sunburned back and the hot sun on my bare head was starting to make me feel ill.

Finally it was over and we returned to the clubhouse. "Billie, you look terrible. You had better go back and lie down. Brian and I are going to have a few drinks first so I'll be back later."

I did not want to leave the two of them alone in a bar, but this time I agreed with her, I was badly in need of a rest.

About 2 hours later, Kathy came in. "How is your back?"

"It is really, really sore," I replied.

"Brian thought it might be. He and Jeff have invited us to a party at their place tonight, and he said if your back was sore, I should come anyway." I was angry again. This is my honeymoon and I just want to be alone with my wife, but sore back or not I am not letting her go to a party alone.

After dinner we got ready. "How do I look?" Kathy asked as she spun around. She stood with her legs spread and it was easy to see her thin red panties under her miniskirt. She pulled the panties to one side and grinning at me said, "Come and suck mummy's pretty pussy for her to get me in a party mood."

"I don't mind sucking you but how about doing something for me?"

"Is that all you think about, satisfying your own disgusting desires? I never met anyone as selfish as you. You are supposed to put your wife's needs first. Now it's too late. I won't let you suck me. Hurry up and get ready for the party."

We arrived at the party to find only Brian and Jeff there. "We date 2 sisters," Brian said. "One got sick and the other had to stay home and look after her. But don't worry, we can still have lots of fun. We have plenty of booze, food and good music." 

Brian turned on the stereo loud and he and Kathy did a lot of dancing while Jeff and I did a lot of eating and drinking. After a while Brian mentioned that he had a great adult party game prepared. Since Kathy was the only girl he would have to modify the rules a little. His original rule was the girl had to pick a piece of paper from a hat and do to her boyfriend whatever the paper said. His new rule was Kathy had to do to each of us what the paper said. Since I was her husband she would do me first.

The 1st read, whisper something sexy to your date, then stick your tongue in his ear. Kathy came to me; "I am so horny. I need your big cock in me. I could make you feel soo good," then her tongue in my ear sent chills down my back. I liked what she did but it made me jealous to know she whispered the same thing to Jeff and Brian.

Next paper – take off one piece of clothing, shoes or jewelry do not count, and give your boyfriend a long French kiss. Kathy only had 3 pieces of clothing, her long white blouse, her short skirt and panties. She chose the skirt. The blouse hung half way to her knees so you couldn't see much anyway. When she kissed me, with her arms around my neck, she pushed her pussy tight against my penis, and I could feel her nipples against my chest. It made me feel so good, but then it turned to annoyance as she did Jeff and Brian the same way.

Next was, do a lap dance. Kathy took off her blouse for this, so except for her panties she was nude. First she rubbed her pussy against my face, her panties so thin it was like no panties at all. Then she sat on my lap and massaged my aching hard on with her bum. She whispered, "Would you like to stick your big hard cock in my ass?" That was something I used to think about when I walked behind her, so it was especially painful to watch her do her lap dance for the other two and say the same thing.

Next was drop your pants so your girl can jerk your cock through your shorts. Kathy stood behind me, and pressing her pussy into my behind and her breasts into my back she jerked me. I was so close to coming that I think one more jerk would have done it. She must have felt my cock start to throb because she abruptly let go. I can't be sure but I think she slipped her hand inside Brian's shorts when she jerked him. I know she jerked him longer than me.

Then it was break time. I had drank quite a bit and my back was sore. Besides this was a lousy party with my wife being the only girl so I said, "Kathy, lets go home, it's getting late."

"You are such a party pooper. I'm having fun. I notice all your stern looks and disapproving glares. You are a wet blanket on the party so it's better if you go home." 

That was not what I wanted to hear. "OK, if you want to stay I'll stay also."

"No, you go home, you said you were not having any fun and when you drink you get very moody."

I did not want to leave her, but having opened my big mouth I had no choice. "Don't stay to long," I said weakly as I left.

It must have been about midnight when I left. Two hours later I could still hear the music coming from next door. About 2:30 the music stopped and I thought Kathy would come home, but she did not. About 3:30 the lights went out and I was sure she would come home now, but she didn't. I fell asleep after that and woke up about 8:30 when Kathy came through the door. "Let's go to breakfast, I'm hungry."

No apology, no I am sorry or explanation as to why she did not come home. So I had to ask her. "I intended to come home but I had drank so much Brian thought it would be better for me to sleep over rather than risk injuring myself walking home in the dark."

"So where did you sleep?"

"I slept in Brian's bed. They only have 2 beds. You know that." 

"Did you sleep nude the way you usually do?"

"Yes, you know I always sleep that way but he didn't do anything."

"You mean to tell me you were nude in Brian's bed and he didn't do anything?"

"OK OK he kissed me a few times."

"Is that all?"

"If you really have to know he fucked me. I asked him not to but he did it anyway." 

"How could you do that? We are on our honeymoon."

"We were both drunk, and a little high, so it just happened. I don't want to talk about it. It was all your fault anyway for going home so early." I felt sick.

We spent a nice day in town doing some sightseeing and she did some shopping. It always made me feel good to walk beside her and see all the guys looking at her wishing they were me. How come good things do not last very long. "Brian has invited me out tonight. There is a hot dance band playing in town. This is the bands last night. Since you don't dance I was sure you wouldn't mind."

"How could you agree to that. He raped you last night and now you want to go out with him?"

"I am not going to have sex with him, just dance. He is a good dancer and fun to be with. You are always moody and brooding. I told you what happened last night was your fault. Had you stayed until I was ready to go home, none of that would have happened."

Back home she tried on her new outfit. The skirt was knee length, but it was split up both sides. Her blouse had a scoop neck that showed everything but her nipples. Taking off her skirt she smirked, "Should I wear these black silk panties, or my red thong, or maybe no panties at all?" She looked so sexy standing there. I don't know why she likes teasing me so much. I reached out to caress her.

Slapping my hand away she said, "You are always mauling me. I can't even undress without you trying to feel me up. I was going to let you suck me, but you are such a pervert, I changed my mind." We spent the rest of the day angry with each other. She thinks I am a pervert and I think she is for going out with somebody else on our honeymoon. It made me feel depressed but Kathy seamed to be in a good spirits.

About 8:00 PM, Kathy gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and she went out the door on her way to Brian's. It felt so miserable to see my beautiful sexy wife go out on a date. I spent the evening watching TV and wondering what she was doing. I was determined to stay up until she got home. Around 3:30 she came in. I can tell she has been drinking and her skirt looks wrinkled. "Where have you been? The bars close at 2 o'clock".

"After the dance Brian drove down to the beach and we sat and watched the moon over the sea."

"And I suppose he fucked you again?"

"Billie why are you always so angry. I come home in a good mood and all you want to do is argue. Let's go to bed and I'll give you some sex." By the time I locked up and put out the lights, Kathy was naked in the middle of the bed with her legs spread. I was in my pajamas with my penis hard and sticking out as I tried to climb on top of her. She pushed me down between her legs. "No Sweetie, I want you to suck me first. Give me a nice slow tongue fuck with lots of sucking, just the way you know I like it." 

If that is what it takes to get her hot, I don't mind, but I want to have some sex too. I sucked her just the way she trained me. She pretends I don't do a good job so that I'll continue to wear the tongue stretcher, but I can tell when she comes. Every time I suck her she comes, sometimes twice. After her second come she pushed me away saying she was tired and wanted to sleep. "But Kathy, I am all worked up, you said you would, so please let me make love to you."

"I'm tired. If you are that horny, go jerk yourself off in the bathroom so I can go to sleep." My balls ache preventing me from sleeping, yet Kathy is already sound asleep.

Eight o'clock in the morning and though I have only slept briefly, I was wide-awake. Kathy always slept in the nude so I pulled down the sheet to look at her body. She was so beautiful and sleeping soundly. I reached out and touch her breasts, she didn't move. Next I kissed then sucked them and she still slept. I bet I could make love to her and she wouldn't know. Her legs were spread, like she was inviting me. I got on top of her, being careful not to awaken her and slowly started to slip my penis into her pussy. That felt wonderful. I got it all the way into her hot pulsing pussy, when suddenly she woke up and pushed me off. 

"You disgusting degenerate, trying to rape me while I sleep. Only a sex maniac would do that. Brian said you looked like a pervert Had you jerked yourself off like I told you, you would not be trying to rape me now. I am going over to Brian's to give you a chance to get your act together. Maybe a couple days by yourself will give you time to get your emotions under control. Don't you dare come over until I phone you." 

With that she threw a few things into an overnight bag and left, slamming the door behind her. All my begging and pleading was to no avail. Maybe I should not have tried to have sex with her, but it's as much her fault as mine. She doesn't give me any sex and she teases me all the time. It's no wonder I am always horny. I spent the day inside because my back was still sunburned. I saw Kathy once with Brian on his front deck, drinking beer and laughing. She does not appear upset.




The Nerd Pt. 02



Next morning the phone rang. I rushed to pick it up hoping it's my wife; it was. "Pick up 3 takeout breakfasts at the restaurant and you can come over and have breakfast with us and we'll talk." I do the pickup and half run over to Brian's to try and keep breakfast as hot as I can. They are sitting side by side on a sofa. Brian is only wearing boxer shorts and I can see at a glance that Kathy is wearing her short robe with nothing underneath.

Kathy served the coffee then they start to eat, so I did also. They looked so comfortable with each other, you would think they were the husband and wife. Brian comments on how good the sausage is and Kathy immediately said, "Billie, give Brian your sausage." My checks burn red but I don't want to upset her so I do it.

After breakfast Kathy said, "I want you to show me you are sorry you tried to rape me. Get down on your knees and kiss my feet and ask for my forgiveness." Both watched me kiss her feet. "Use your tongue Billie." It was so embarrassing to do that in Brian's presence.

"Now Brian wants to talk to you about what you tried to do to me yesterday."

Brian said, "You have to straighten out your act or Kathy is going to leave you. I don't know what she saw in a twerp like you anyway. If you want to keep her you have to start showing her some respect, and prove your love by doing what she wants."

Now it was Kathy's turn "I can't believe how selfish you are. It's like you could care less about my needs as long as you can satisfy your disgusting desire to fuck me. You whine and complain about everything I do. Instead of being so stubborn why can't you at least support what I want to do? That's what any good husband would do."

"I am sorry Kathy. Please forgive me."

"Words are cheap. You have to show her you love and respect her," Brian said. " Now Billie here is your chance to prove you love her by going over to her on your knees and kiss her ass."

So, totally humiliated I went over to Kathy as she stood up, put my head under her robe and gave her bum kisses and love bites.

"Sweetie, that was wonderful. That was a great idea you had Brian," as she leaned over and kissed him. That is all I needed more degradation. Kathy said "I am going to stay with Brian another day to give you more time to feel sorry for trying to rape me. You can start to prove your love by wearing your tongue stretcher all the time, only taking it off for meals; after all, you have no one to talk to."

So I spent another day and night by myself, and I hated wearing that tongue stretcher. That night there was another party going on at Brian's. It was still going at 3 AM when I fell asleep. Several times I could hear Kathy's laughter. She was having a much better honeymoon than I was.

It was afternoon before Kathy called me over to talk. "Like Brian said, you have to show me more respect. I don't want to give you any sex until you learn to suck me off properly. You are my husband; you should be trying your best to satisfy me. If I don't give you any, and you are horny all the time and have blue balls, it makes you try harder. So if you promise not to beg for sex, not even jerk off without my permission I'll come home. Don't look so glum. Once you learn to pleasure me completely with your tongue I'll fuck you." 

What could I do but agree, but it was so embarrassing to have my wife lecture me in front of Brian. "Oh, I almost forgot, Brian flies home tomorrow and I promised him I would spend his last night with him; and it gives you one more day to repent for what you tried to do to me."

After seeing Brian off at the airport, Kathy breezed in. She gave me a long sexy kiss and said, "I'm back." I was so happy I didn't question what she and Brian did. For 3 glorious days I had my beautiful wife to myself. I sucked her off each morning and night, and I didn't complain when she would not let me jerk off. Then Kathy said she was bored, and wanted to go to the resort disco. Since I don't dance there is no way I am taking her to a disco where she would end up dancing with somebody else, so I suggested a nice English pub, and she OK'd my idea.

Once inside, Kathy spotted the pool table and wanted to play, so I agreed even though I am not a very good player. After 3 games Kathy claimed it's no fun because I was too easy to beat. A big middle age black guy asked Kathy if she would like some real competition. After my wife said yes, he said to make it interesting let's bet. "If I win you have to kiss me, if you win I buy you a drink or a smoke." 

So, the competition was on. I had never seen Kathy play before tonight and she was pretty good. She won a few games and always chose the marihuana cigarette, but I still had to buy her favorite drink, rum and coke. He won several games as well and he was getting more than kisses, as he would feel her breasts at the same time. Late in the evening Tom, that was his name, said, "I am taking you home with me."

"But I am married" Kathy said, "My husband is sitting right over there."

"OK hubby, let's get it on. The best man takes her home."

There is no way I can fight this guy. He outweighs me by a hundred pounds. "OK fella, you had your fun. Come on Kathy, we are going home."

"What a wimp. You won't even fight for your own wife," as he grabbed her by the arm and took her out.

I yell to the bartender, "Call the police, he is kidnapping my wife."

"You want the police, you call them. I didn't notice your wife putting up a lot of struggle." It did seam like she could have kicked or screamed or done something instead of passively going along with him. 

" What is the number of the police?"

"I don't know, you look it up," and of course there is no phone book.

"Don't worry little man, Tom is in here all the time and he will probably bring your wife back to-morrow." And so I go home alone, what else can I do.

Again a morning phone call from Kathy. "Are you going to let him fuck me for the rest of the week or are you ready to stand up for me. I am putting him on the phone, he has a new proposal for you."

"Your wife is a fantastic fuck and a great cock sucker. It may have been a little unfair for you to fight me, since I am so much bigger and stronger than you are, so I have a new proposal. My son is visiting me from New York; he is only 19 years old. You fight and beat him, you take your wife home. If he beats you, it's his turn to fuck you wife. Do you agree?" Of course I agreed. He had my wife and this was the only way I was going to get her back.

I was to go to his house at 7:30. When I arrived he had a homemade boxing ring set up in his front yard and when I entered his living room he was sprawled on a chair with my wife sucking his cock. "To the victor go the spoils. Honey, after you make me come in your mouth go give your husband a nice juicy kiss," he said with a smirk. 

The deal was a 3 round match and he would be the referee. After the 1st round Kathy was to praise the winner and humiliate the looser. After the 2nd round she was to suck off the winner with enthusiasm and embarrass the loser. 3rd round, if I won I took Kathy home, if Sammy, his son won he kept her there. Sammy looked anything but tough. He was tall but skinny. Still, I am not the world's greatest fighter. 

Tom even had boxing gloves for us as we stepped into the ring. Sammy was fast. I could not seem to land a solid blow as he danced out of the way .His blows were not powerful but there were so many that I was starting to get dissy. Round one went to Sammy. Now it was Kathy's turn to praise Sammy. "I saw your cock and I would love to have you fuck me. You could do anything you wanted with me. My husband is not even worthy to suck your cock unless it gives you pleasure."

I know Kathy had to say these things, but it still hurt. Round 2 and he is starting to hurt me. He hit me below the belt, which is illegal, but of course his dad did not see it. I did manage to land a few light blows but it seemed to only make him mad and he hit me even harder. One of my eyes was starting to swell shut and I could taste blood from my cut lip. Round 2 went to Sammy also. "OK Kathy, it's now time to suck my son off. Remember you are an actress so pretend to love your defender and despise your beaten husband." 

Kathy coos; "I love you so much for fighting for me. You are my hero, and I want to pleasure you anyway I can. Use me as you wish. Make my husband watch while I please my hero. Maybe I should cut off his worthless dick and present it to you as a gift."

I knew she was following instructions, to be an actress and make it sound convincing to turn them on, but she was doing such a good job that I wondered if it was all acting. While she sucked him off, draining his balls as he came down her throat, I was using the time to recuperate. I think, I can beat this guy. She must have drained off a lot of his strength with that blowjob. Round 3 started well for me. He was not moving as fast and my punches were landing, but as the round progressed he started coming on stronger and by the time the round ended it was all I could do to stay on my feet. 

"To bad, you loose," Tom gloats, "I know my son is going to have a fabulous time with your wife tonight. Kathy since you just sucked off my son, give your husband a spit kiss and send him on his way."

So what's new, another night alone, and I am not wearing that tongue stretcher; I don't care what Kathy says. Next morning, Tom called me. "Sammy had a wonderful time last night. He said your wife is the best fuck he ever had. This is his last night in town before he fly's back to New York and he is going to use your wife as a prostitute to cover his airfare, holiday expenses and a little more so he can have extra cash in his pocket. Black guys just love sexy little blond girls like your wife. She will come back to you after she sees him off at the airport in the morning. Wait a minute, Sammy wants to talk to you."

"Hi Billie, do I have a deal for you. Kathy is going to do a nude strip tease at a bar near here. The idea is her sexy dance gets the guys horny so that they will pay me 100 dollars to fuck her. Since you are her husband I'll give you a 20% discount. She told me you don't get any, so here is your chance. Pay me 80 dollars and you can get a turn with your wife along with the others."

I slammed down the phone. That guy has some nerve asking me to pay him so that I can fuck my own wife. Should I call the police? What proof do I have? How strong is my story because Kathy has spent the last 2 days over there? After reflection I decided the best course was do nothing.

The next day she came in shortly after lunch. I was both happy to see her and angry that she did not put up more of a fight. Kathy spoke first. "I can't believe you would not try and stop that man from taking me. You are such a wimp; I don't know why I stay with you." As usual she has a way of turning it around so that it's my fault entirely. If I say anything against her logic, she just gets mad. "You can try and make it up to me by buying me a nice present in town. This is the last day of our honeymoon and you haven't bought me anything." So, rather than argue I take her to town. At the jewelry store she bought a thick gold neck chain and a slim ankle bracelet She just loves spending my money. 

That night after a good dinner, plenty of wine and several drinks, I thought I had her in a good mood where she would let me have some sex. "Kathy, this being the last night of our honeymoon, I want to make love to you. I don't mind sucking you off first but I want to have intercourse with you too." 

'Sweetie, I am sore from so much fucking the last 2 days. I am looking forward to having your nice soothing tongue in my pussy. Remember this is how you show that you love and respect me. Your birthday is coming up soon and even if you have not learned to suck me off the way I like it, I'll let you fuck me for your birthday."

It seamed to me that somehow she got the sex she wanted while she would not let me have any. I spent another night between her legs with aching balls and an unsatisfactory jerk off after she fell asleep. This was truly a honeymoon from hell.

End of part 2. Coming soon: Part 3 Married Life. 



The Nerd Pt. 03



Part 3 of 5 Married Life

I was happy to get back home with no other men around. I still sucked her off morning and night and then jerked off after she went to sleep. I liked my new job, so overall things were going well. My birthday was getting closer when she had promised to make love to me.

One evening when I got home from work, I saw Kathy sipping wine and chatting with some guy in our living room. "Hi Sweetie, this is my brother Steve. He just got out of jail and needs a place to stay for a few days."

That was the first I knew that she even had a brother, but maybe if I had a brother in jail, I would not say much either. I never asked what he was in jail for. I didn't mind him staying for a couple days, but what I wanted most was to be alone with my new wife. After that disastrous honeymoon I was looking forward to a quiet married life. The couple days stretched into a week, then 2 weeks. According to Kathy, Steve wanted to find a job so he could get his own place, but after several interviews he still had no job offers. The problem was he could not get a job because he was always sleepy. In prison there were always 2 or 3 guys sleeping in the same cell. That was what he was used to. In other words he could not sleep if he was in a room alone. It had something to do with the time he was put in solitary confinement for screwing up.

"I don't like it," I said, "but if it gets him out of our house I'll go and sleep in the same room with him."

"No," Kathy replied, "He is my brother so I'll sleep with him, but I'm not giving up my bed also. So the easiest way is for you and he to exchange rooms."

"No way, we only have a double bed."

"Is it worth while buying single beds for a few days? That is unless you want us to have single beds after he leaves. If that is what you want we can throw out the double bed and replace it with 2 singles." Things never work out for me. I don't want single beds but I don't want Kathy in the same bed with a guy, even if he is her brother. Maybe the best was to get him out of the house as soon as possible.

"OK but you are going to have to wear pajamas, no more sleeping in the nude." And so it was agreed. While Steve was out looking for work I moved my things out of the master bedroom to the spare bedroom and moved Steve's stuff into the master bedroom. While I had agreed to this, somehow it did not feel right.

A couple weeks later Kathy admitted, "Steve needs sex. I have woke up a few times to find his hard cock pressed against me, even though he was still half sleep."

"Throw the bum out. I never wanted him here in the first place."

"That's not the way to handle it. We need to get him out somewhere where he can find a girlfriend. The last time he tried to fuck me I had to jerk him off for relief, but I don't want to have to do that every time he is horny so lets find him a girl."

. "I'm not letting him try and have sex with you in my bed while I am sleeping alone in the guest room. I'll switch places with you. At least with you in the guest room he won't be touching you."

"I don't think that is a good idea unless you want to be fucked up the ass by him. He used to have a sissy boy like you in prison that he used to suck him off and take it up the ass. No, it's best to find him a girl. This Friday we will take him out to Alfrado's Nightclub. We can have a nice dinner, a few drinks to relax him, and I'll teach him how to dance so he can get a woman." I was leery of the idea but anything that would get him out of the house, I was in favor of. Friday night we had a good dinner but it was not much fun watching Kathy dance with Steve all night. The next Friday Kathy suggested to save money I should stay at home and just the 2 of them would go out.

My birthday was close so I reminded Kathy of her promise to make love to me. Since Steve had moved in with her, I was reduced to jerking myself off, but I was surprised at Kathy. I had been sucking her off morning and night before Steve arrived, but she did not appear to miss it now. Kathy thought differently. "How could you suggest such a thing. With Steve having a hard on all the time, how unfair that would be to make him listen to our fucking and he not getting any. So unless you want me to fuck him also, I suggest you do all you can to get him a job so he can move out."

How come she knew he had a hard on all the time? However I knew any time I questioned her, she got angry so I didn't ask. Could it get worse? Yes. Kathy told me Steve is unable to get a job with his present skills because he is an ex con. He has a chance to take a government sponsored automotive mechanics course in a town, about 80 miles away. He is guaranteed a job when he graduates and then he will move out. Of course I agree with her that this is a good plan. Now the second shoe drops. He will need a car so either I give him mine and take the bus to work or I need to buy him a car. I gave up my car. Even with government assistance the course was expensive and Steve would need new work clothes and had expensive tools to buy which he would use afterwards on his job. She said the only way this would work was for me to get a part time job and Steve would pay me back once he started working.

From the day we were married I had let Kathy look after our bills. My paycheck went into a joint account from which she paid all the bills and took out money for groceries and other things. I make good money, but I guess it's not enough. "I have found you a part time job as a security guard that you can work on the weekends and make enough money to cover all these extra expenses. Money was tight before with Steve and I going out dancing every Friday night. Dinner and drinks in a nightclub are expensive, but it's worth it while I teach him how to dance so he can get a girl." 

Kathy felt to teach Steve social graces, they should act as boyfriend and girlfriend so he could get back in the dating scene. This meant that they did some kissing and touching on the dance floor. That was also why they ate out so he would be comfortable taking a girl to dinner. I did not want to see them dance or kiss and to save money, I stayed home with a TV dinner while they went out. I didn't like her new idea, but anything to get Steve out of our house was worth it. Steve did not have a driver's license so Kathy drove him wherever they went.

Two weeks before Steve was to start the course, Kathy came home all excited. A couple they had got to know quite well from their Friday night dances had won an all expense trip for 4 to Cancun Mexico, and they had asked Steve and Kathy to go with them. Of course they assumed they were husband and wife.

"That's great honey, but I would like to go so just tell them I am your husband and Steve is just your brother." 

"I can't do that. They would think we were weird or something. Also they don't even know you. They are not going to let a stranger go with them. They invited Steve and I because they know us and like us. If I tell them you are my husband they will go alone. Is that what you want, to ruin my only chance to have a nice holiday?"

"But honey, if they think you are man and wife they will expect the two of you to have sex, so at least tell them Steve is your brother."

"I already told you I can't do that. Steve and I sleep together now, so what is the big deal?"

"I don't trust Steve. If he gets you away somewhere he will try and make love to you. You said he is horny all the time and he still does not have a girlfriend."

" Is that what this is all about? You are afraid I will fuck Steve or maybe they are into wife swapping so Steve still gets to put his cock into a nice warm pussy while you don't get any? I told you Steve couldn't get a girlfriend because he does not have a job. No pretty girl wants to go out with a looser, let alone fuck him. Don't you see Sweetie this is working out perfect? Steve gets a holiday to relax in the sun before he starts his tough course. As soon as he graduates he gets a job and moves out. That is what you want isn't it?" I can't argue with her logic, but somehow it doesn't feel right.

As they were packing for their trip, talking and laughing Kathy made me feel worse by saying, "The airfare, hotel and meals are all paid for but drinks and entertainment are extra expenses. Since you are here on your own, maybe you could volunteer to work a few nights as well to make some extra money to cover our expenses, and with no one to talk to you could wear your tongue stretcher all the time. I know you have been slacking off lately." It was embarrassing to hear Kathy talk to me like that in front of Steve, but I could tell by the smirk on his face he already knew about that.

After dropping them off at the airport I drove home depressed. I couldn't put my finger on it but I had a bad feeling something was wrong. I had made love to my wife exactly twice, and since we were married I had spent half my married life alone while Kathy was with some other guy. When she got home I had to make her see this was not right, and I wanted to move back to my bedroom, and Steve would have to make due in the guest bedroom.

Upon their return, they seemed very friendly with each other. They spent a lot of time talking to each other, almost ignoring me. Kathy had bought some sexy, almost slutty clothes down there and she loved to show off. When I tried to move back to my bed, Kathy said no, but she would come into my room at night and let me suck her. I wanted to make love to her but I guess this was better than no sex at all. It always made me mad when she said wait until I go back to Steve and then you can jerk yourself off. She would come in wearing sexy baby doll pajamas, but when I complained about her letting Steve see her that way, she would say if I didn't like that she could always go back to sleeping in the nude. It bothered me that Kathy had said Steve needed to find a girlfriend for sex, yet somehow he seemed more satisfied than I did. 

At last Steve's course started. I had to take the bus to work so Kathy could drive Steve to his automotive school in Bradford. Kathy would spend the day there and drive Steve home at night. She said that since she was away all day I would have to do the housework at night. So now in addition to my full time job and my part time job I had to do the housework also. I even had to wash his clothes along with Kathy's and mine. What made it worse was 2 nights a week Steve had evening classes which would make it late getting home so both of them would stay overnight in Bradford. I hardly saw Kathy because I worked Saturdays and Sundays and they stayed overnight in Bradford 2 nights a week. When they were home they talked to each other more than to me.

When I finally got up my nerve to ask Kathy for some sex, as I was tired of jerking off alone at night, she said what about poor Steve. "He has to sleep with me. Sometimes I can feel his rock hard cock trying to get into my pussy through my pajamas."

I was frustrated and angry. "Are you trying to tell me that on that week vacation you had with Steve he never tried to fuck you?"

"Don't question me about our holiday."

"I am your husband. I have a right to know if your brother is trying to fuck you."

"All right Sweetie if you must know. We did fuck. It turned me on to know that you were working a part time job so that I could have a nice holiday with Steve. I let him fuck me whenever he wanted. I sucked him off and let him fuck me in the ass. He got used to that in prison. We partied all night and laughed at you because you were paying the bill. It was a week of non-stop sex and it made me feel good that you were home alone jerking off. I liked the idea that as your wife you were getting none and I was giving Steve all the sex he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And, by the way

STEVE IS NOT MY BROTHER."

Coming soon part 4 My Sister.

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The Nerd Pt. 04



Kathy got rid of her ex boyfriend Steve. She apologized to me, which was a first, for cheating and making a fool of me. Steve was her first boyfriend and they had to break up when he was sent to prison. He was her first love and when she ran into him one day she just got carried away. They came up with the idea of him pretending to be her brother so that they could resume their relationship. Later she realized she was wrong and that it was me she loved, not Steve. She knew she had been a bad girl, but she would make it up to me with lots of hugs and kisses. She was letting me make love to her whenever I wanted, although I had to wear a thick condom because I came to quickly. These condoms were so thick that it greatly reduced the pleasure I got from having sex. For Kathy it was the opposite. The condoms had ridges and bumps on them that gave her plenty of thrills, and she had great orgasms.

When I complained that sometimes I could not come because, I got so little sensation through the condom she said, "Billie you come to fast to pleasure me, so it's either wear these super thick condoms or go back to jerking off."

I did not want to tell her that sometimes I would jerk off after she went to sleep. I still had to suck her after making love. It did not seem right that Kathy got to come twice while I had to use my hand. Still I guess it's better than before when I couldn't put it in.

Another change; now she kissed me each morning, but she would not let me French kiss her. She told me I knew where she wanted to be French kissed, and it was not her mouth. Recently for her morning suck off she got on her hands and knees and made me lick her from behind. "This way you can lick my asshole too," she would say with a giggle. 

Other things did not change. I still did most of the cooking. "You are so much better at that than I am," she purred. On weekends I still did the housecleaning, and washed all the clothes. Again, according to her reasoning, I was more experienced. She was home all day but she spent it watching TV, reading romance novels, or at her health club.

One evening I got a phone call from my sister, Mary. She was crying so hard that it was difficult to make out what she was saying. Apparently her husband had run off with another women. He cleaned out their joint bank account before he left. Now she had no money and the rent was overdue. They had impounded all her furniture. Could she come and stay with us until she got things straightened out?

I had to ask Kathy, of course, if she could come, and I was delighted when she said yes. I told her my wife had given her approval. This was my real sister, not like that phony brother Kathy had. {See part3}

When she arrived at the door, I was a little shocked. Mary had always been on the heavy side, but now she was just fat. Still, she was young and in good health so I suppose she could handle that weight. Kathy found it amusing when she saw the size of Mary. "What happened to you Billie? Where you the runt of the litter?"

Mary was so happy she actually kissed Kathy's hand. "Thank you so much for letting me come. I had nowhere else to go. I didn't know what to do."

"That's OK," Kathy replied. "I'm sure I'll find you something to do."

We got her settled in the spare bedroom. She did not have many clothes so unpacking was easy, and I was pleasantly surprised to see she had a good car.

That night in bed I thanked her again for letting my sister come. "Show your thanks by getting your tongue in my pussy. I want to come all over your face."

I was used to Kathy moaning some when I suck her off, but this time she was very vocal. I was sure Mary could hear us, and with Kathy saying, "Suck harder," she knew what we were doing.

The next morning I left for work feeling good. I was helping my sister over a rough spot, and my wife was thinking of somebody other than herself. Had I known what was going to happen, I would have been very depressed.

This is what Mary told me several weeks later.

I am an early riser, so after making coffee I thought it would be a nice gesture to offer Kathy one, if she was awake. I wanted to show her in a small way how appreciative I was. When I entered her bedroom I saw her sitting at her dresser brushing her hair. She was a beautiful woman. I wondered how you got her to marry you.

"Would you like a coffee Kathy? I just made it fresh."

"Never enter my bedroom without knocking first. Let's get the ground rules settled. You are going to be my maid for as long as you are here. You can call me mistress. That's not necessary when Billie is around, but under no circumstances are you to say my name. Now go make my breakfast. Bring it to me on a tray, and remember knock first, then curtsy after entering."

Was this the same woman that seemed so nice last night? I did not have a lot of options, so I decided to go along with it for now. When I returned with her breakfast I curtseyed like she told me.

Kathy had a smirk on her face saying, " You look ridiculous. After breakfast, I am taking you out to get you a maid's uniform. That is, if they make them that big. Maybe I'll have to settle for a tent."

We went shopping. I had to use my car and do the driving. Kathy rode in the back. She said it was more dignified that way. What she bought me was a French maid outfit. It was way too small for me. Since I am stout, I needed loose flowing garments. That was tight and ridiculously short. I was so embarrassed, and Kathy was laughing at my humiliation.

"As long as you please me, you can put this on after Billie leaves in the morning, and take it off before he comes home."

That afternoon I gave her a massage, bathed her, and washed her hair. Then she had me prepare dinner. When you got home you were pleased you did not have to make dinner, only help me with the dishes and cleanup. I noticed the first thing you did when you got home was make her a cocktail. You worked all day, yet you made her a cocktail! I could see that I was not the only one she bossed around.

The next morning I got more instructions. "As soon as Billie leaves in the morning I want you in here sucking my cunt. Billie sucks me off each night and you will do the same each morning. I expect you to do it with enthusiasm and keep it up until I am well satisfied and push you away. After that, put on your uniform and make my breakfast."

Why was she so mean to me? To look at her you would think she was an angel. Shoulder length blond hair framed her beautiful face. She had a body most women would die for. She just oozed sex appeal; yet she had the personality of a witch.

After lunch she was off to the health club to play some tennis, and work on her tan by the pool. Of course she had instructions for me before she left. "My flower garden is a mess. Get all the weeds out, dig up the soil and fertilize it. Make sure you wear your uniform while you are doing it."

Two weeks later I made a bad mistake. She caught me fingering myself. I may be fat but that does not mean I don't have a sex drive. Kathy got sucked off morning and night, but she was the only one in the house getting any sex.

"You slut. How dare you play with yourself, your job is to pleasure me. You want sex? I'll get you sex."

She made me drive her to a rundown part of town, and park in front of some sleazy bar. Still wearing my uniform, I followed her in. The bar was dark even though it was mid afternoon. There were only 5 or 6 people in the bar, all male, all black. Kathy sat at the bar, her short skirt sliding up her leg almost to her panties. I had to stand beside her at the end of the bar. She ordered a rum and coke, nothing for me.

Kathy looked around, and then in a load voice said, "Who would like some white pussy?" That got everyone's attention including the bartender.

They all crowded around Kathy. "This must be my lucky day," a tall lanky guy said as he leered at Kathy. 

"Not me, you dork, but you can do my maid."

"Please, can I do you instead?"

"Only in your dreams. Get your cock out now and start fucking her or I am taking her somewhere else."

An old blanket appeared from somewhere, as they striped me and threw me down on it. The first guy thrust into me and it hurt. I was dry so his cock felt like a stick wrapped in sandpaper. My agony amused Kathy as she sat at the bar watching while sipping her drink.

My physical pain lessened as my pussy got moist, but the mental pain was severe. I was being raped on a dirty floor by a bunch of niggers for the amusement of Kathy. As the forth guy shot his dirty come into me, I looked over his shoulder at Kathy. The bartender was on his knees, between Kathy's legs, sucking her off. She was still sitting on the barstool, legs spread, sipping her drink and watched me being raped.

As the 5th and last guy came in my cunt, I could see Kathy jerking the bartender's hair with both hands, forcing his face hard into her pussy. She moaned, "This is soo hot, suck me harder you bastard."

After her come, Kathy sat and relaxed with another drink. "If any of you guys want to piss on my maid before she gets dressed, now is your chance."

Of course all the guys wanted to. I kept my eyes and mouth closed as they pissed all over me, but mainly in my face. Kathy was delighted at my humiliation. "You guys are so much fun; I may bring her back another time."

As I drove Kathy home, she was already making plans. "That was great entertainment. I had my best orgasm in a long time. Next time it has to last longer to prolong my pleasure. I want more men next time, and I want you beaten first. Your screams while I get sucked off will increase my enjoyment and the intensity of my orgasm."

Back at home, after my shower, I was annoyed to find that Kathy still wanted sex. She was still feeling horny from this afternoon. I had to thank her for the sex I received and show my appreciation by sucking her.

I could not believe that someone as beautiful as she could be so twisted. Her big green eyes and turned up nose gave her a little girl look that hid her black heart. For someone that evil, it should show on her face, but it doesn't. She is the picture of innocence.

You had no clue what was going on. You just seemed happy as long as she was. I should have told you then what was happening; but you would have never believed me.

A week later, much to my surprise, my husband Nick showed up at the door. The young girl he had run off with had dumped him when his money ran out.

In one way I was glad to see him, but I was embarrassed for him to see me working as a maid. Kathy was at her health club, so I invited Nick in for a cup of tea. Before he finished it, she came home. I quickly tried to explain who he was, that he needed to find a place to live, and I was just giving him a cup of tea, a little money and would send him on his way.

Kathy examined him with a critical eye, and much to my amazement said, " I need a chauffeur and errant boy. He can stay." 

I was pleased but dismayed at her arrogance. She said, "While you may be husband and wife, I allow no sex between my servants. If you can't handle that, get the hell out of my house now." In hindsight, that should have been the signal for us to get up and go. However, we were under financial and emotional stress, and not thinking too clearly. We nodded in agreement.

Remember when you got home Kathy announced, "Nick is going to stay here to be my chauffeur and do anything else I might need him for. This does not relieve you of helping Mary do the housework." This was part of her power game, to instantly humiliate you."

She also wanted to degrade me. "Mary, go put on your maid uniform and show my husband how pretty you look." When I returned, "Doesn't she look sweet Billie? And Mary, since you now have a strange man living in your room, I want you to wear your uniform all the time, both day and night."

Kathy led a life of leisure while the rest of us serviced her. I did the most. I cooked the meals, made the beds, and did the washing and half the housework. As her maid I bathed her, massaged her, did her nails, and brushed her hair. I also sucked her off each morning while she had her coffee.

I know you worked hard, earning a good salary so that Kathy had more money to spend. When you got home, the first thing you did was make her a cocktail, then help me prepare the dinner. You also did half the housework and helped me with the dishes and I know you sucked her off every night.

Nick drove her in my car anywhere she wanted to go, often waiting for an hour or two while she shopped. He did the gardening, cut and watered the lawn, and ran errands for her like picking up or dropping off her dry cleaning. He drove her to and from the health club. Kathy liked to keep him waiting at the club for her; then when he saw her coming, jump out and open the rear door for her. This was to impress her friends and embarrass my husband. 

Kathy spent a lot of her time at her health club, doing things like playing tennis, swimming, and lounging by the pool. She also had a personal fitness trainer to look after her. The "princess" should have been happy, right? Wrong, her two friends at the health club had swimming pools in their back yards. Once Kathy found out she wanted one.

As I recall, the conversation went something like this.

Kathy in a demanding voice, "Billie, I want a backyard swimming pool. Everybody I know has one except me."

"But Kathy, you have a pool at your health club. Isn't that enough?"

"Are you as stupid as your dopey sister? If that were enough, would I be asking for another one? Dah!"

"But the summer is half over. Can't it wait until next spring?"

"Are you deaf as well as stupid? I want it right now. Call a contractor, have them put a rush on it. Tell them I want it finished in 10 days."

Once again, you gave in to her. If only you had a little more backbone, maybe she would not be such a pain in the ass.

The next day the crew arrived. The crew chief had been told to report to Kathy to find out what kind of pool she wanted and where it was to go. His name was Hank. When I answered the door I saw this tall Italian looking guy standing there. He was very well built and had a dark tan, probably from working outside so much. He wore cutoffs and a tight white T-shirt.

I could tell Kathy was impressed by the way she eyed him up and down. They went out so Kathy could show him where she wanted her pool. Then, while Hank's crew went for the equipment to start digging, Kathy and Hank returned to the den to discuss pool sizes and styles.

"Mary, bring us each a beer, and move your fat ass, we don't have all day." Then to Hank she sighs," Good servants are so hard to get." She goes out of her way to humiliate me.

Later I was busy working in the kitchen, listening to the sound of digging equipment outside, when I realized I had not seen Kathy or Hank. As I went looking for them, I saw them coming down the stairs. "Mary, change the sheets on the bed."

I went to the master bedroom to do what she asked. The bed was a mess and there were wet spots on the sheets. I had to know, so I sniffed. There was no doubt, it was the smell of semen. That bitch, she had met him less than 2 hours ago and she had fucked him in your bed. That became a daily ritual for each of the 10 days it took to make the pool. They would go upstairs for an hour or more, and have sex. My job was to change the sheets and make the bed before you got home. 

I remember once I had to get something out of my room while they were upstairs. I did not look as I hurried bye the half- open bedroom door but I could hear her. "Oh Hank, that feels so good. Do it harder." A bit later, "You are wonderful. Go deep and stay. Yes, now don't pull out, just grind on me. Aah, that's the way." On my way back downstairs I heard, "No, no, don't thrust. I don't want you coming yet. Stay in me and twitch your cock. That's it; keep doing that." What a slut! Why doesn't she publish a book called, "How to fuck Kathy?"

I wanted to tell you that you were being cuckold, but unless I had definite proof, like a video, I knew you would never believe me. I breathed a sigh of relief when the pool was finished and Hank and his crew departed.

Now I thought things would return to normal. How wrong I was. Kathy turned her attention to Nick. She started to tease him. She was staying home now, most afternoons, to enjoy her new pool. She would lounge around in this tiny red bikini. It was indecent. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom would disappear in the crack of her bum.

She made him rub her with suntan lotion. Lying on her stomach, she had him concentrate on massaging her ass. When on her back, she would spread her legs and have Nick kneel between them. She had him apply lotion and massage her upper thighs, but not touch her pussy. Each time she went for a dip in her pool, she would hand Nick a towel to dry her. This meant that he had his hands all over her. Once she pointed to her barely covered pussy, told Nick she was still wet and had him massage her pussy through the towel, while she lay back.

It was a hot summer. Nick wore long cotton workout style pants with no underwear and no shirt. She liked to look at the outline of his hard on while he pampered her. She made me wear my full uniform. My maid outfit was black and made of polyester. It was extremely uncomfortable and to make it worse, she had me wear black stockings and heavy shoes.

For her enjoyment she would have me run whenever she called me. It was supposed to show my respect for her. She often had lunch by the pool, and she let Nick join her, while I ate in the kitchen. I had to bring her cocktails and Nick beer while she sunned herself around the pool or took refreshing dips.

On one extremely hot day, after I had brought her drink, she pushed me into the pool. As I tried to drag myself out, Kathy laughing, pushed me back in with her foot. "Get out of my pool, you clumsy cow. You will get my water all greasy." 

On my second attempt she let me get out. "You are not going to drip water into my house. Go stand over there in the sun until you dry off."

You have no idea how hot that was, standing in the blazing sun in my black uniform, while she lay on a recliner under a shade umbrella. I was starting to think I might get heat stroke when Kathy finally relented. "You look like an over ripe tomato. Don't you even have enough sense to get out of the sun. You had better go in and lie down, but before you do, bring me another drink."

She teased Nick not only with her body, but verbal teasing as well. She would wait until he was massaging her, or applying lotion before she would start. She had a lot of one liners; I don't remember them all, but here are a few I do remember.

Lying on her back, with her mouth half-open and licking her lips, "I feel like sucking something long and hard and full of juice. Do you have anything like that Nick or should I go and see my personal trainer?"

Another time after removing her bikini top and having Nick rub sun tan oil on her breasts she said, "My nipples are itchy, maybe they need to be sucked."

And the time I remember best was she was fingering herself right in front of my husband. "I need it so bad. Do you have anything better than my fingers?"

Once he did try and feel her pussy. I don't blame him for that; after all he is a man and can only take so much. She slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me unless I tell you to. If you want me you have to beg. Get down on your knees; tell me how beautiful I am, and that you would do anything for me and maybe I'll let you."

I was glad that Nick was man enough to resist, but I could see he was tempted. She kept me in physical heat and my husband in sexual heat.

Then the day I'll never forget. They were by the pool when she ordered me to bring her a Pina Colada and Nick a beer. I went to prepare her cocktail, when first the phone rang and then I realized I had to get the meat in the oven for dinner. I forgot what she had ordered. Usually it was a rum and coke, so I prepared one and took it out to her. Kathy was incensed.




The Nerd Pt. 04



"You stupid fat pig. Can't you do anything right? I am fed up with your incompetence. Nick get your thickest belt. I want you to beat her on her bare ass. Make her scream in pain. I want her kneeling before me, crying and begging my forgiveness. I want you to hurt her bad, then you and I are going to fuck while we enjoy her agony."

I could not believe that Nick was going to do it. We had been married 3 years and my own husband was going to beat me for her enjoyment. He was somehow under her spell, because he got his belt, stripped my bloomers, and bent me over the end of the picnic table giving Kathy an excellent view.

"OK Nick, start beating her. Hit her as hard as you can. I want to hear screams."

And, beat me he did. It felt like my behind was on fire. I didn't want to scream, but I could not help it. The pain was too great. Through tear filled eyes, I could see Kathy with a smirk on her face, watching me suffer while she sipped on her drink. I must have passed out, because the next thing I was aware of, the beating had stopped and I heard Nick's voice. "Kathy, you made me whip my wife for your amusement, so you have to follow through on your part of the bargain."

"Do you see her kneeling between my legs begging my forgiveness and sucking me off? I don't. Maybe next time, if you beat her properly, I'll let you." There would be no next time if I could help it.

Even though I tried my best I screwed up again, at least in Kathy's eyes. One of my morning jobs was to hand wash her panties each day. I think it was because sometimes she had semen in them. On the morning she was having some of her health club friends over for breakfast, I was so busy getting that ready I forgot and it was one of the times she had been fucked the day before.

"Are you intentionally trying to cause trouble between my husband and I? I am going to teach you not to disobey my orders. Strip off all your clothes and wait by the pool for me. I am going to get Nick to blister your fat ass until it bleeds."

She had sent Nick on some errand so while she waited for his return she brought out a canoe paddle she had bought so Nick could hurt me more if he beat me again.

"You have until Nick returns to make me change my mind about having you beaten. You can start by kissing my ass, telling me how beautiful I am and how worthless you are."

I was really afraid I could get hurt bad so I tried my best to appease her. "You are so sexy and beautiful I am honored to serve you any way I can. I love to kiss you ass and suck your asshole. I like it when you butt out your cigarettes on me because it gives you pleasure. If you want me beaten and raped for your amusement then I am happy to do that for you."

I thought it was working because Kathy was just listening, so when Nick showed up I thought I had escaped a beating. How wrong I was.

"One of your most important duties is to drink my pee right from my cunt without getting me wet and you did not even mention that. Nick your wife does not show me the proper amount of respect. Come and kiss my pussy first, then I want you to beat her as hard as you can. This time I want to see her fat ass bleeding and listen to her screaming and then we will get it on."

How that bitch could get my own husband to beat me I'll never know but beat me he did. I didn't want to scream because I knew it turned her on but I could not help myself. I screamed, pleaded and begged knowing that was what she wanted and I hoped it would be enough that she would tell Nick to stop.

Kathy came over and grabbing me by the hair pulled up my head so she could look me in the eyes. "Tell me you are nothing but a fat pig not even worthy to eat my shit and make it sound convincing." Of course I told her what she wanted to hear. Anything to stop the pain. My behind felt like I was sitting on a red-hot stove.

"Do it some more Nick. This is getting me soo hot." I was crying and on the verge of passing out when I heard her say, "OK Nick that's enough. Now get over here and suck me off. I want to fell your tongue working in my pussy." He fell to his knees and sucked her, as she lay sprawled on her lounge chair.

"That was pretty good Nick. If I give you some training you might be able to please me as much as Billie does. Now I want you to go to your wife and jerk off on her. Jerk off on her face."

It was if a light finally dawned on Nick. He realized how low he had sunk. "In my whole life I never met a bitch like you. I am so sorry Mary. Let's get out of here before she corrupts me totally."

That was the story Mary told me over the phone. I don't know if it was stress or emotional strain, but I had a mild stroke. I was released from the hospital almost immediately. I felt no different than before, but it would cause me to lose my job.

When I got home Kathy was all over me with hugs and kisses. "I am so sorry Billie. I know I can be a bit nasty at times, and maybe a little unreasonable too, but that is all behind us now. I am going to let you have sex with me, without wearing a condom. For a week you can do me as many times as you like."

I know she has fooled me before, but this time I think she means it. Also, it is hard to think straight when she is pushing her lush body into you, and giving you French kisses.

End of part 4

part 5 The Final Chapter coming soon.



The Nerd Pt. 05



The final chapter

The stroke I had was mild, however it was severe enough that I had to give up my job at HI-Tech Computers. I was no longer able to do the complex calculations required, so I was released with a medical disability pension of 60% of my pay.

We were not in financial straits. The house and both cars were paid for, and we had some money invested, and a little more in a savings account. Since we were married, I had let Kathy pay the bills, etc. I thought it would teach her financial responsibility. I also planned on getting some other job that was not so demanding, part time perhaps.

Kathy loved to go shopping for clothes and jewelry, and have lunch at her club with her friends. I thought now was the time for her to cut back a little.

"Fine, if you can't afford me I'll get a job," she said in a huff.

I did not want her working either. What I wanted was a stay at home wife that maybe, would want to have children. I knew that if I objected it would only make her more determined, so it would be better to say nothing. Besides, chances of her getting a job were small. She had taken the easiest course in college, Liberal Arts, which did not qualify her for much.

Much to my surprise, 3 days latter she told me she got a job. "Take me out to dinner to celebrate, and I'll tell you all about it."

The dinner part I didn't mind. I did most of the cooking anyway so it was more of a treat for me. Over dinner, she told me she got a job in marketing with Universal Cellphone.

"What do you know about marketing? For that matter, what do you know about cell phones?"

"My new boss Frank will teach me all I need to know. Stuff like advertising, and promotion, and customer service. I am, like his assistant, so I will be working under him."

I wondered how come she was on a first name basis with her boss already. I still did not like the idea of her working, but I felt it probably would not last long. Kathy liked sleeping in so after being late a few times, her boss would probably fire her.

Much to my surprise she kept her job. I think part of the reason was she did not start work until 10:00, although it made her late getting home. Still she seemed happy, so I was happy for her also. Then subtle changes started.

Since I was unable to find work, she had me cooking all the meals and doing the housework. She had always been a bit domineering with me, but since I lost my job it became worst.

Each morning she would give me a list of things to do. " When I come home I'll inspect, so if you don't want to be punished, take your time and do it well. That's a good boy. Now before I go, is there anything on my list you don't understand?" 

My mind may have been affected a little from my stroke, but that was no reason to treat me like a moron.

Several nights later she said, "Billie, please make a martini and have it ready for me when I get home. I like a cocktail before dinner. In fact make two. I'll have the other one relaxing after dinner while you clean up and do the dishes. Remember, I like them chilled."

I felt this was pushing it a little but she did say please so I agreed hoping this was the last request.

It was not. One Friday night it was about 7:30 before she got in. "I have been on my feet all day at the trade show, and I am tired. Get down on the floor and massage my feet while I have my cocktail." And later, "That's good Billie, now kiss them to show me how much you love me." 

Later that evening, " I am running out of clean underwear. Do the washing while I watch this video I rented. Make sure you hand wash my panties. Also iron my miniskirt and try not to ruin anything."

What happened to please? She was no longer asking but demanding. Other changes were also taking place. I no longer sucked her in the morning, and often at night she wanted a massage, not sex.

Kathy started staying out later. One night, coming home to a cold supper she said, "It's OK Billie, I had dinner with a customer and my boss." On a few other occasions she and her boss Frank, took a customer out for a few drinks. She never used to talk much about her boss but lately she would mention small things like how witty or smart he was.

One evening she came in with a bag in her hand. "Billie I have a present for you, an apron. Now before you start complaining just try it on." So to amuse her I put it on. It was a flowery thing with ruffles. "That looks so cute. I want you to wear it when you prepare my dinner, and especially this Wednesday."

"What's so special about Wednesday?"

"Frank and I have to go to a 3 day convention in Las Vegas. The flight leaves at 7 in the morning. Since we live so close to the airport and Frank lives way on the other side of town, Frank is going to stay here overnight. I want you to prepare a real good dinner for us."

She was becoming more demanding all the time. Monday night she told me since she was on her feet a lot, I should ask if she wanted a foot massage. "I shouldn't have to tell you everything. Try and anticipate my needs." 

Tuesday evening she called me into the bedroom. She had pulled all the sheets unto the floor. "Don't you even know how to make a bed? You had better do a much better job than that or I'll make you sleep on the floor. And while you are at it, put fresh sheets on the bed."

As a result of all that, I was feeling nervous Wednesday. I hated wearing that stupid apron, especially since her boss was coming, but now was not the time to upset her. I had the dinner almost prepared, the wine bottle open and cocktails made by the time they arrived. Kathy introduced Frank to me, "Doesn't he look pretty in his brand new apron? Billie, serve our drinks in the living room, then you can run along and finish preparing our dinner. Be a sweetie and have it ready for us in 20 minutes."

I was starting to feel like a servant. At dinner she really embarrassed me. Kathy had told me to pour the wine. I had filled their glasses and was about to pour mine when she said, "No Billie, if you have some we won't have enough for a second glass, so please drink water tonight."

My face must have turned beet red. I was tempted to tell her to get lost, and drink it anyway, but that would only embarrass her in front of her boss, so I would wait until later to talk to her about that.

After dinner they sat on the sofa watching TV while I was busy washing and drying the dishes. We have a dishwasher but she won't let me use it. She said hand washing does a much better job. Finally I'm finished and come into the living room to join them. "Billie my feet are tired. Come and massage them."

And to Frank she said with a smirk, "He is so good at that. Maybe if you ask him nice, he will massage yours too. Ok Billie, now kiss my feet all over and tell me how much you love me."

It was embarrassing me to do that in front of him but I did not want her to look bad in front of her boss so I did it.

As they watched TV, I noticed Kathy held his hand on her lap. While I massaged her feet I could see her mini skirt had slid up to the point where her panties were showing. It was hard to see because Kathy had both of her hands over his, but it looked to me like he was trying to finger her.

"Stop looking up my skirt like a naughty schoolboy," and then to him, "He has to please me with his tongue or I won't let him put it in. So what's it been Billie, about 2 months that you have had to jerk yourself off?" I know she is trying to impress her boss, but she does not realize how humiliating that is for me.

After the movie was over, Kathy said with a smile, "We are going up to bed now. We have an early flight. When you are finished cleaning up down here you can sleep in the spare bedroom. Just be quiet when you come upstairs so you don't disturb us."

Shocked, angry, hurt, I was speechless as they went up the stairs to the master bedroom and closed the door. I went to bed but I could not sleep. I could hear Kathy's giggles and the murmur of conversation through the bedroom wall well into the night

The next morning I could hear Kathy calling, "Billie, Billie!" I got up, put my robe over my pajamas and went to the master bedroom. They were both sitting up in bed. Kathy had her baby doll top on, the one you could see her nipples through, and Frank's chest was bare. "We won't have time for you to make our breakfast, so we will just have coffee. You know how I like mine, but ask Frank how he likes his."

When I returned with 2 coffees on a tray, I saw Frank quickly pull his hand out from under the covers. Had he been feeling up my wife? "You really should knock before you enter a lady's bedroom, but I don't have time to teach you manners now.

" You are going to drive us to the airport. We are running late and I don't trust taxi drivers. It may make you late for your new job, but that is not important; what is important is that we get to the airport."

The two of them sat in the backseat, talking about work and what they would do after work. "Billie, I have noticed you are letting down on house cleaning. Here is a good opportunity to get caught up while I am away."

The next 3 days went slowly because I do miss her. She is so beautiful that it makes up for some of her bitchy moods. She can be a little demanding and unreasonable at times, but I love her so much that I make excuses for her. Her sunny smile and sexy kisses always makes me feel good. 

Several days later Kathy explains, "Frank is closing the office for two weeks annual vacation. He has a nice 2-bedroom cottage by a lake and he has asked me to go with him. He and his wife will take one bedroom and I'll have the other. If you can get time off, you can come with us."

This was my second week on a new job as a part time programmer. There's no way I would let her take vacation without me, so I had no choice but to quit my job. We left Saturday morning in Frank's car. It's about a 10-hour drive, and Kathy claimed she got car sick, so she rode in front with Frank. Frank's wife, Betty, rode in the back seat with me. She is young, about Kathy's age, but she is fat and shy. She has long mousy brown hair and a mole on her right cheek. She still might look all right if she lost about 30 pounds. Frank and my wife chatted in the front seat, but since Betty and I had little in common, we were quiet and listened to their conversation.

The next day after a big breakfast that Betty made, Frank and Kathy were off to play tennis. Frank said to Betty, "Since you don't play tennis, make yourself useful and give the cottage a thorough cleaning. It hasn't been done since last year. Also, all the windows need cleaning. Ask Billie to help you."

Now it was Kathy's turn. "Yes Billie, since you don't play tennis either, help Betty clean up and then get busy with the windows."

In a round about way it made sense, but it gave me a queasy felling in my stomach to see them take off while we stayed home and did housework.

A few hours later they came in laughing and talking. "Since you beat me, I owe you a big juicy kiss," Kathy said as she put her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. As she reached up to kiss him, her short skirt rose and I could see her sexy brief white panties. It gave me a hard-on to see her sexy bottom, but heartache to see her French kiss her boss.

"Betty, bring Kathy and I a beer, and you had better start dinner early as we are going out to a disco tonight."

"Yes sir," Betty said in a low voice, "I'll start dinner right away, but we don't have any beer."

"Billie, go get us some beer." Kathy continued, "I don't want you driving Frank's car. You know you are not a very good driver and it's only a half-mile to the store. Ask Frank nicely for some money, then you had better hurry if you want to get back before your dinner gets cold."

"Betty, make us a rum and coke then, and don't forget the ice the way you did last time."

"Yes sir," Mary said in even a lower voice.

"That's so cute," Kathy remarked. "She calls you sir!"

"She loves me a lot, so what the hell, sometimes I take advantage of it."

Betty had dinner ready before I returned. "Betty you can serve us now since we are going out, and you can eat later when Billie gets back. He is going to need his dinner, after lugging that case of beer about a mile in this heat," he laughed. 

"Betty, since you have all evening why don't you wash and wax the kitchen floor. It needs it and it's a more productive way to spend your evening instead of watching TV."

I finally got back totally exhausted. Frank told Betty, "Kathy and I will probably be home late. I am sure you will be tired from doing the kitchen floor, so you sleep in the other bedroom with Billie. That way we won't disturb you when we come in."

I was angry, the nerve of the guy, but Kathy was quite amused. "Now Billie, I don't want you fucking her just because she is in your room."

Both of them found it hilarious as they left laughing. Now could Kathy do this to me. She didn't tell me she was going out, and if Betty is in my room, that means Kathy is going to sleep with Frank.

After they left, Betty said, "Please help me with the kitchen floor. If Frank is not pleased, he has an old fan belt that he beats me with, and it hurts. I try not to cry because he only beats me harder if I do."

I was mad at both Kathy and Frank, but it was not Betty's fault, so I decided to help her. After we were done, she sprinkled her cologne over the floor. She said Frank likes a kitchen that smells nice. What a wimpy housewife she is, I thought.

When it was our bedtime I asked Betty which bed she wanted, and I changed into my pajamas in the bathroom. She had to get her nightgown out of the master bedroom and when I looked in I noticed it only had one queen sized bed in it. I could not fall asleep; I was very angry with Kathy. It did not seem to bother Betty as she was soon asleep.

I would guess it was about three in the morning when they came in. I could hear Kathy giggle, "I have to get my pajamas out of the spare bedroom."

"You don't need any pajamas. I sleep nude so why shouldn't you?"

"You are a bad man. You just want to get me in your bed so you can fuck me. I am a married women you know." I could not hear his reply.

Betty was up early, and since I didn't sleep, I got up also. They did not get up until noon. When they came down the stairs, Kathy was wearing a new sexy bikini that I hadn't seen before. It hung low on her hips, barely covering her pussy, and the top covered her nipples and not much more. She looked so beautiful, I wanted to hug her, but I knew she would not let me. He was wearing Speedo trunks, which would be OK on a young guy, but looked silly on him.

Frank looked at Betty, "Kathy and I are going swimming. Put on your bikini and you can come with us."

Betty whining said, "Please don't make me wear that. Let me stay home and I'll cock your favorite dinner."

"Nonsense, I want you to show off your sexy body; Ha, Ha, Ha."

Kathy had a smirk on her face saying, "Billie, I forgot to pack your swim suit, so use your underwear. No one will know the difference, unless you get a stiffy looking at Betty's sexy body."

Talk about total embarrassment, Betty had to wear a bikini that was at least two sizes to small for her, and I was wearing my boxer shorts. Betty's bikini would have probably been to small for Kathy, so it looked ridiculous on her. Anyone looking at me could easily tell I was in my underwear, so we walked behind them trying to hide our bodies as much as we could.

Arriving at the beach, they stretched out on the blanket I brought, while we stood. Frank said, "Betty, you forgot to bring suntan lotion again. Go down the beach to the beach store and get me some. Wiggle your ass as you walk to turn on the guys." 

Both were laughing at Betty's embarrassment, then Kathy giggling said, "Billie, you had better go with her to make sure she doesn't get raped."

Betty is fat, but that's no reason to humiliate her like that. Betty's face was red because she is wearing that ridiculous bikini and my face was red with anger at Kathy.

When we got back Betty's embarrassment was not over. "While Kathy relaxes I want you to give her a lotion massage. Kathy, I have trained her to give wonderful massages, so relax and enjoy."

I would have preferred to do that myself, but Kathy was already stretched out on her stomach with a smile on her face. After a while Kathy moans, "That feels soo good, it's making me feel horny."

"Now turn over on your back," Frank said, " Betty will do your front. Take off your bikini top so she can massage your beautiful breasts." I was expecting Kathy to object, but she meekly turned over and removed her top.

"Before you put the tanning lotion on Kathy, I want you to suck her nipples and gently massage her tits." I watched totally shocked as Betty first licked and sucked, then gently bit and pulled Kathy's nipples with her teeth.

Kathy breathed heavily, "That's wonderful. Make her do it some more"

Later Betty whined, "Can I quit now? My arms are so tired they are starting to ache."

Frank replied, "I don't care how sore your arms are, keep doing it until Kathy tells you to quit."

Kathy was the pictures of total relaxation as Betty would pull on her nipple with her teeth, let go and then tongue and gently bite the nipple. Then she would switch and do the other one.

"Do you want her to remove your bikini bottom and suck your pussy?"

"That sounds interesting, but my husband would probably have a heart attack. He is already blue in the face, so let's go swimming instead."

The afternoon finally ended. Betty and I spent it in embarrassed silence, while Frank and Kathy enjoyed themselves swimming and at the bar further down the beach.

Back at the cottage, while Betty was starting to prepare dinner, Kathy said to me, "Frank and I need to discuss the company budget. Give us some privacy, and go and help Betty in the kitchen; but first bring us each a rum and coke."

At dinner Frank said, "Kathy and I have so much in common, and I notice you and Billie have a lot in common, that we have decided to make last nights sleeping arrangement permanent for the rest of our holiday. That doesn't mean you can't hang out with us. We are going to a nightclub tonight and both of you can come." Then looking at me, " Now that we are all good buddies, and the two of you sleep in the same room, you have my permission to fuck my wife."

Kathy with an evil grin on her face, "Now it's your turn Billie. Don't you have something to say to Frank?"

"Kathy," I pleaded, "I only want to make love to you."

"That's so sweet Billie, but we had better get ready or we will miss the floor show."

Humiliated again, I got dressed while Kathy skipped in and out, taking her clothes to the master bedroom. Meanwhile Betty reluctantly brought her few clothes into the spare bedroom.

The nightclub was large and luxurious. We had a booth for 4. Actually it was a both for 2 with a soft leather couch, a table with a large white tablecloth that hung to the floor and two chairs on the other side of the table. We were not eating, so they cleared away the silverware, but we had several rounds of drinks. Since Betty only drank Sprite, Kathy thought it appropriate that I stick to soft drinks also, while they drank champagne and cocktails.

When the floorshow started Frank and Kathy had great seats sitting on the couch. Betty and I sat on chairs with our backs to the stage. It was hard on our necks twisting around to try and see. We were both getting headaches, so after a while we gave up and just listened to the music.

After a while Frank said to his wife, "Kathy can't see the stage because your big head is in the way. You are not watching the show anyway, so lay your head on the table so Kathy can see.

During intermission, they were clicking their glasses together in a toast, when Kathy spilt part of her drink on the table. Frank commands Betty," See where Kathy spilt her drink? Wipe the table with your hair before something drips on Kathy's new dress."




The Nerd Pt. 05



Later, one of the stage acts was a young male singer. Kathy said to Frank, "He is so sexy. I would love to meet him."

Frank responded, "I know the manager well. When the show is over I'll take you back stage and he can introduce you." 

When the show ended, Frank said, "You two take a cab home. I am taking Kathy back stage so that she can personally thank her singer for a great performance."

The next morning, after they had spent another night in bed together, they were in top spirits. Kathy had news for me. "Frank is going to take me on a 4-day cruise to reward me for my hard work on the Matthew account. I always wanted to go on a cruise. I think it would be nice if you thanked Frank for giving me this wonderful trip."

Frank was sitting at the table with a smug look on his face. I wish I could have told him what I really thought, but I could see Kathy had decided she was going, and nothing I could say or do would change that.

Over that 4 days I got to know Betty a little better. After all, I was spending more time with her than I did with my own wife. She had not always been fat. She weighed 112 lbs. before marrying Frank. After marriage she became so unhappy she ate as a form of escape. Maybe that's what I needed to do; start eating.

Kathy was exuberant on her return. "That was a great trip. It was fun, fuck, and food all the time.

"Billie, I have some good news for you. I am pregnant, so you are about to become a new daddy. You are not the real daddy of course, but a caring, loving daddy all the same. Do you want to know who the real daddy is?"

"I suppose its Frank." I sighed.

"No, you big silly. Just because he has fucked me frequently during the holidays does not mean he is the daddy. I was pregnant before that. Now don't you feel foolish thinking it was Frank?

"Anyway, you don't even know him. His name is Rob and he is one of the salesmen at work. He is married, but a real nice guy. Because he is the real father, I will want him to get to know his child.

"He will visit every 2nd weekend, and I want you out of the house when he comes. I suggest you check into a motel or something. That will allow the 3 of us to build a family relationship with no outsiders to disturb us."

It was like a blindfold suddenly fell from my eyes. For the first time I could see Kathy for what she was, a manipulating bitch. She had teased, tormented and cheated on me from the very first day, and I was too blinded by her beauty to realize what she was doing. She was beautiful on the outside but ugly inside. What a fool I had been to keep forgiving her. I thought it would show my love for her, yet all it did was increase her contempt.

This was over as of now. I was returning to the city to instruct my lawyer to start divorce proceedings immediately. I was ready to storm out the door when I noticed Betty watching me with tears in her eyes. I realized she was in the same situation as I, only in reverse.

"Betty, come with me. I'll have my lawyer get you a divorce also. Those two deserve each other, and maybe when we get all of this behind us, you and I can start a decent wholesome relationship."

THE END 



The Nerd Pt. 06



Part 6

REVENGE

Somehow when I posted The Nerd, part 6 got dropped. Since this is the final part of a 6 part story, here it is the ending. Since The Nerd was posted so long ago, I'll give a brief update of the first 5 parts so that part 6 makes sense.

Part1: Billie is in love with Kathy and wants to marry her. She teases and torments him, denying him sex while she fucks another guy.

Part2: They marry and honeymoon in Jamaica. Kathy has an affair with a guy staying in the next cottage. Billie's sex life consists mainly of sucking her off, and jerking himself off.

Part3: Kathy runs into an old boyfriend Frank, so to continue their relationship, she tells Billie he is her brother and he moves into their spare bedroom. Kathy lets Billie make love to her once a month while she fucks Frank 3 times a week.

Part4: Billie's real sister, Mary falls on hard times and Kathy allows her to stay with them for awhile. Kathy turns Mary into her personal maid and sex toy. In one scene Kathy takes Mary to a bar in a rundown part of town and sips on her drink while watching Mary get raped. In another, Kathy makes Mary's husband beat her for Kathy's enjoyment.

Part5: Kathy gets a job and starts fucking her boss while the only sex Billie gets is sucking her off. When Kathy gets knocked up by one of the salesmen at work; Billie has had enough and gets a divorce. Betty, the bosses' wife has had enough also and she gets a divorce. Billie and Betty get married. For anyone interested the 1st 5 parts are still available on this site. And now, on to part 6.

For the 3 years we were married, Betty and I had a good life. Sex with Betty was not the heart throbbing excitement I used to get with Kathy, but at least I got it more than once a month.

My quiet peaceful life suddenly changed when Betty had a heart attack and died. To my utter amazement Kathy showed up at the funeral. I didn't think she even lived in the state let alone hear and show up at Betty's funeral. She was wearing a black dress, but it was short showing off her sexy legs.

"I am so sorry to hear about Betty. I know the two of you were close. Even though this is a sad time I want you to know that I am happy to see you again. Even after 3 years I still miss you."

"How can you say that after the way you treated me?"

"This is not the place to discuss that. I'll stand beside you until the funeral is over and then let's go to a nice quiet restaurant and talk."

I was going to say no, but looking at her got my old feelings flooding back and I said yes. Over dinner she brought me up to date on what had happened in her life. Ross had divorced his wife and for about a year and a half they lived together. She had a miscarriage so there were no kids. After Ross she lived with Frank, her boss for about a year but he was an asshole, so for almost a year she had been living on her own.

She looked just the same as she did 3 years ago; her beautiful face, long golden blond hair and ohh so sexy body were stirring up old desires. "Billie, I'm all alone now and you're alone now too, so do you think we might get back together again?" She said that as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down my leg, coming close but not touching my cock. Erotic memories returned just like before and I got a raging hard on. She could still turn me on the way no other one could. My body may have been saying yes, yes, but my mind was saying no, no, how stupid can you be.

"I don't think it would ever work out."

"OK, but we can still be friends. How about we go out this Friday and we'll just have a good time?" Against my better judgment I said yes. During the next 3 days the smell of her perfume lingered in my mind, her mischievous eyes and her teasing smile haunted my dreams. By the time Friday arrived I was eagerly looking forward to our date, and I had a good time. She was a lot of fun to be with. She reawaked all my old desires and when she invited me to her apartment, I eagerly said yes.

Back at her place we talked about the few good times we had while having several drinks. Later she said she wanted to get more comfortable and she changed into her bathrobe. Sitting on the sofa beside me she gave me delicious French kisses and put my hand inside her bathrobe and let me feel her breast. Soon I was kissing her breasts and starting to make my way down to her pussy. She let me get to her belly button before she stopped me.

"You're getting too excited and you're too drunk to drive home, so you can sleep on my sofa tonight."

The next morning I woke when she brought me a coffee and put it on the coffee table in front of me, giving me a peek at her succulent breasts, and then sat close beside me. She was wearing silky baby doll pajamas and I could see the shadow of her pussy and the tips of her breasts through them. She rested her hand right on my cock and it throbbed and twitched. I ached for her and I asked if we could make love, and she said that would only happen if we were married again.

I guess I've been in love with her since college so two weeks later I asked her to marry me again. This time our honeymoon was one week in Las Vegas. I didn't get to make love to her as much as I wanted because she said, "Don't be a little piggy now," but I still had a good time. She could be both funny and sexy and I felt really good just being with her. I only got to do it twice that week but that was still way more than before. Once again I sucked her off most nights. "Oh Billie, you're so good at that. I never met anyone who could suck me the way you can. I just love cuming all over your face." So the honeymoon wasn't perfect but she didn't fool around with any other guy the way she did on our first honeymoon.

She moved back into my house, actually it's hers now too; the one she left over 3 years ago. She had learned to cook during that period, so I enjoyed her home cooking even if I had to do the dishes. She did not quite live up to her promise of all the sex I wanted but when she gave me some it was wonderful. She had a way of squeezing my cock with her pussy that drove me wild and I would cum instantly. Then she would always push my face down to clean up her pussy with my lips and tongue.

This was so much better than the first time we were married. I no longer had to wear a condom and I got to make love to her every Saturday night instead of once every month or two the way it used to be. I sucked her a lot because I knew she loved it and I wanted to please her.

She had not worked since her fallout with her boss over a year ago but I was doing quite well working from home doing contract work. I had converted the 3rd bedroom into my computer room and office. Kathy got bored and wanted something to do so I suggested she help out at the local food bank and she agreed. She had definitely changed for the better. She worked 2 hours, three times a week at the food bank and she always came home in time to cook my dinner.

I had been watching my health ever since my heart attack, but lately I was starting to feel tired a lot. I also got headaches, especially after dinner, something that I never used to get and being tired so much, I often went to bed early. My sex life dropped off to nothing because I was usually asleep by the time she came to bed.

As time went on it got worse. Now I often got stomach cramps and occasionally threw up. Sometimes I got dizzy spells and most nights by 8 pm I was ready for bed. Kathy said she didn't want to spend every night alone watching TV so she started going out with a friend of hers from the food bank.

Since Saturday night was supposed to be our sex night I decided to take NODOZE pills to stay awake. Kathy was going out with her girlfriend Courtney, on Saturdays but she said, stay awake until she got home and she would have sex with me. I took 2 pills to make sure, and I was awake when she came in. "I'm so horny Billie, I hope you have a nice big cock for me." She stripped naked and hopped in bed. She started playing with my cock and I was immediately hard, then much to my disappointment it went soft and stayed that way.

"Billie what's wrong with you? I want to fuck."

"I don't know what's wrong. Let me suck you off and I'll make an appointment to see a doctor to find out what's wrong with me."

The next day Kathy came home with news for me. "I talked to my friend Courtney at work and her husband had a similar problem to yours. There is a steroid injection that you take once a day and it makes you feel good and does wonders for your sex life. I stopped at the drug store on the way home and got you some. Here let me give you an injection and let's see if it works for you."

I was not too thrilled about taking a needle in my arm but if it helped why not? She gave me the injection and I was amazed. Immediately I felt good and not sleepy at all. Kathy grabbed my crotch and I was hard.

She led me to the bedroom. This time as we both stripped I stayed hard and thrust into her in one stroke. The sex was incredible. She has a way of making her pussy pulse on my cock. It felt like a velvet hand grabbing my penis. I didn't last long but I had the best cum of my life.

"Did you like that Billie," she giggled. "Now come and suck me off." 

The next 2 weeks were fantastic. She gave me the injection every day and it made me horny and did away with my drowsiness. We had sex a lot. She did me lying on my back, I did her doggie style and I even tried to put it in her bum. Life was great.

One afternoon she came home late and said a young guy who came to the food bank often, had just got kicked out of the rooming house where he was staying because he did not pay his rent and it would be 3 weeks before he got his welfare check. He was only 18 years old, almost a kid really and he didn't know what to do. She wanted to let him stay at our house until the end of the month.

"No way, I'm not letting some stranger stay in my house, especially some young bum. Now forget all that nonsense and give me my shot. I'm overdue."

"You can go without your shot tonight; I'm too upset with you."

"And I'm upset with you. Imagine wanting to invite a kid to live in our home for 3 weeks"

We went to bed that night mad at each other, but I missed my shot badly.

The following afternoon when she got home she said, "Tony came in with tears in his eyes. He had to sleep in the park last night in his sleeping bag and someone robbed him. He only had 8 dollars and they took it all. I gave him 8 dollars but I had to tell him you wouldn't let him stay at our place for a little while."

"I'm not letting a strange man, or boy, or whatever he is sleep in our house. I'm sure there's a men's shelter in town that he could go to." We ate dinner in silence. After dinner when I usually got my shot she was busy changing her clothes to go out. "Are you going to give me my shot before you go out?"

"No, why should I. You don't do anything I want, so why should I do anything you want?"

"Fine, tell me where you keep it and I'll do it myself."

"You don't know how to do it. If you got an overdose you could put yourself in the hospital."

After she left I got chills first and then hot flashes and I was feeling rotten. I went to bed early but I couldn't sleep When Kathy got in she turned on the bedroom light so that I could watch her as she got naked before getting into bed. She kissed me and her hand started stroking my cock but it stayed soft.

"To bad you're not man enough. I really felt like getting fucked tonight. If you had taken your shot your dick would be hard and you could be fucking me right now. Maybe I should go out and find a real man." With a smirk on her face she rolled over and went to sleep.

The following day was even worse. I had the chills and the shakes all day. I couldn't concentrate on my work and my major contract went overdue. Even my work had been easier when I was getting those shots and sex with Kathy had been awesome, but now I was soft all the time.

I couldn't take it any more, I caved. I told Kathy her young friend could stay with us until month end if she gave me those shots again. I could see the look of triumph on her face as she gloated, "I thought you would see it my way. I know the park he hangs out in during the day so I'll go get him and bring him home."

They showed up about an hour later. He was kind of skinny with long dirty blond hair. His clothes were not just worn, they were filthy. Kathy was all smiles. "Tony I want you to meet my husband, and Billie I want you to welcome Tony into our home." I mumbled something and it certainly wasn't welcome.

"Tony take off your clothes and Billie will wash them for you while I give you a bath and wash your hair." The man had no shame. He stripped off his T-shirt, dropped his pants and handed them to me. He had no underwear on and he had a hard on. "Billie I was going to get you to wash his clothes, but I think they are beyond salvage so throw them out and tomorrow I'll buy him some. Now go up to the spare bedroom and put clean sheets and a blanket on the bed for him.

She giggled as she looked at his hard on. "He has a nice big one, doesn't he Billie?" Taking him by the hand she led him upstairs.

Later she brought him down and he was wearing my favorite bath robe, the one Kathy had given me as a wedding present and Tony's cock was sticking out of it. Kathy lightly touched his cock. "This bad boy has stayed hard ever since I washed him. All your clothes are too small for him so I'll have to go shopping with him tomorrow and buy him some new ones. We can't have him walking around wearing just your bathrobe with his dick sticking out."

"How about my shot Kathy, I really need it."

"Wait until after dinner when Tony is fed. Say pretty please and I may give you your shot then." She cooked 3 steaks but when she brought them to the table she cut mine in half and gave half to Tony. "I know you don't have much of an appetite and Tony is a growing boy."

After dinner while I did the dishes they sat in the living room watching TV. When I finished Kathy said, "Tell me Billie would you like to have sex with me or have your shot." 

"Come on Kathy, you're my wife."

"I'm serious, you can have one or the other but not both; so which do you want?"

"Ok, give me my shot."

"All right but I wonder, what am I going to do for sex?" she said giggling. "It's a good thing Tony is here." She gave me the shot and it was amazing, almost immediately my chills and fever were gone and I was feeling good. Kathy continued, "I'm going to take a bath. This will give the 2 of you a chance to get better acquainted."

I wasn't really interested in knowing anything about him. I would have preferred to watch the news but Tony wanted to talk. "You have a wonderful wife. She is ooh soo sexy. If she were my wife I would never let her out of bed."

So what's he trying to say; that he wants to fuck my wife? I did not like him to begin with and I liked him even less now.

Kathy came down stairs wearing her bathrobe. I could tell right away she had nothing on underneath because I could get a very brief glimpse of her pussy as she walked. That was enough to give me a hard on; I hadn't had sex for a while. She sat between the two of us on the sofa as we watched TV. Later she put her right hand on my leg very close to my cock and it felt really good.

When the movie was over Kathy said, "It's time you two boys went to bed. Billie go up to our room and get naked for me and I'll be in as soon as I tuck Tony in for the night." It was still 30 minutes before she came in and she flopped down on top of me giving me sexy kisses and rubbing her pussy against me. Then she rolled over and pulled me on top of her and helped me put it in. "See what happens when you are nice to me and don't make me mad."

The next day she came back from the stores and wanted to show me the clothes she had bought for Tony. "I had to pick out his clothes because he was not sure what he should buy. He's like a little boy in so many ways." She had bought him 3 outfits and she had him model each one. "Now put on the swim suit I got you and show Billie."

When he came downstairs he was wearing one of those stretchy tight swimsuits and I could clearly see his bulge. "Doesn't he look sexy in that Billie? It makes me hot. Wait until I put on my bikini Tony and we will go swimming in my backyard pool." Billie went back to his office to work but he could hear them laughing and playing with each other in the pool. Later Kathy said, "I have ordered pizza for dinner, its Tony's favorite."

After dinner while we watched TV Kathy said, "Tony could not sleep last night. He gets night chills, probably from sleeping outside so many times on cold nights so I am going to sleep with him and use my body heat to warm him up."

"You are not; you're my wife."

"Aaah poor baby, are you afraid I'm going to use my pussy to warm up his cock? I don't have to fuck him, just hold him close. You are such a perv."

"No way, he told me he found you sexy."

"If you're worried he is going to fuck me, you can sleep with him , or he can sleep in our bed between us. Either way you can make sure he doesn't get his cock in me. I'll hug him to me to keep him warm in front and you can keep his back warm by pressing against him. Just don't get any ideas being so close to his sexy ass."

"I'm not sleeping with him and I'm certainly not letting him sleep in our bed."

"Fine, then I'll sleep with him. Now I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense because you are starting to make me mad and you know what happens, or I should say what doesn't happen if I'm angry with you. Now do you want your shot tonight or not?"

I was mad at her but I could already feel the shakes starting so I said, "Go ahead, just give me my shot." After my injection I was feeling good but it still annoyed me to hear Kathy's giggles coming from the spare bedroom.

The next morning Kathy told me, "Tony had a good nights sleep last night. He found suckling my titties made him feel comfortable and secure. He's like a little boy that wants nourishment from his mommy."

"I will not allow that kind of thing."

"Are you intentionally trying to make me mad at you, because if you are I'll cut off your shots until you are climbing the walls begging me? He is like my little boy and I want to let him do that."

"OK, just don't cut off my shots."

"Now that's the Billie I know and love." Since you 're being a good husband I'll give you your shot"

Once the effects of the drug wore off I realized she was drawing me back to the degradation I was in before.

One day she told me to buy 2 train tickets to Portland Oregon. Tony's dad was sick and Tony wanted to see him but he was afraid of flying and he had no money to buy a train ticket anyway. "Purchase 2 first class tickets and one of those compartments were the lounge chairs turn into a double bed at night."

"If he has to go fine, I'll send him but there is no need for you to go"

"He has never traveled that far before so he is a little frightened to go by himself so I'll go with him. Now go and buy those tickets for us or I'll stop your injections right now. How would you like to go 4 days before our trip without a shot and then another 10 days while we are gone? By the time I got back you would be so happy to see me that you'd suck my toes and lick my ass."

After I dropped them off at the train station I went straight to my doctor. He confirmed what I already thought. She was injecting me with heron to turn me into a drug addict. There were traces of the mild poison Stricnotine in my blood; probably what she used to make me sick in the first place by putting it in my food. The doctor gave me a pill that would help me kick the habit and I had 10 days to get over the worst of the withdrawal symptoms before she got back to tempt me again.




The Nerd Pt. 06



When she returned she gave me a quick kiss and said, "Hi sweetie, Tony decided to stay out there but I bet you are happy to see me? I'm sure you want your injection but I want you to beg me for it first."

She was really surprised when I said no. "OK, you may think you've kicked the habit but you haven't. I'll give you 3 days before you're begging me for a shot. This time I'm going to punish you and make you suffer before I give you a shot."

Now she treated me like a servant. I did all the housework and cooked all the meals. I would bring her coffee in bed each morning, make her a cocktail before dinner and pour her wine for dinner. My only sex was servicing her with my tongue.

I had not wasted those 10 days. During that period I learned a lot about drugs while I was kicking the habit. I purchased a quantity of cocaine in powder form. She had me bring her morning coffee to her in bed only now I was adding powdered cocaine. At first she wondered how come I wasn't begging her for a shot but as the cocaine started taking effect she lost interest in my habit and began to enjoy her morning coffee immensely.

When she asked, no demanded that I bring her a second cup I knew I had her. "I think if a drug addict wants a second cup she should get up and get it herself."

"You bastard, how could you do that? Never mind the coffee, just bring me the cocaine and I'll snort it."

"Your time of telling me what to do is over. Now it's my turn to tell you. Get out of my house. I could have you arrested based on the evidence my doctors has."

"Now Billie, don't do this to me. You know I would need money to buy drugs."

"Then you will have to hang around 4th and Main Street and peddle your ass along with the other crack whores."

"Billie I'm sure we can work out this little misunderstanding."

"Just get out. I don't allow crack whores in my house. You had better rush down to that street corner to peddle your ass before all the johns go home. If you fuck a couple guys you should have enough money to buy an ounce of cocaine. You may also have to fuck the owner of the flop house if you want a bed for the night or go sleep in the park with the winos and bums. You might have to fuck them too but then, that's all your good for anyway. Now leave, before I call the cops."

{It had taken Billie a long long time, but he was now free of the cancer in his life called Kathy}.

The End



The Nerd vs. The Punk



He came into the room to find there was someone there before him. It was a surprise. He was always the first one to class. Sometimes even before the professor. He looked at her and greeted her from afar with a smile she did not reciprocate. Why was he smiling? He didn't even know her. They had been in the same class for the past two months and they never paid attention to each other. As he walked closer to a seat he looked her over. She was wearing a black hoodie with black pants. He could see that that the pants had small chains that ran down from the waist to the ankles. Both her eye brows were pierced along with her nose and she had contacts in her eyes that were silver and black. It was then that he noticed she was looking straight at him. His smile disappeared.

As he went to a seat she glanced at him. She could tell a sheep in wolves clothing. She smiled because she knew she intimated him. It was something she was use to and didn't care. She loved it. As he sat down in a seat a couple rows in front of her she took off her hoodie to reveal the small spikes that her hair was in. She took her headphones off. She felt she could play games with this one. And she would.

"Hey! You're in my way." She said

"Um. You can still see the board. I'm not moving."

He had balls, at least some but she could bust those if he ran away at the mouth. She stood up preparing to bombard him with insults but the students starting coming in. She sat down saving her comments for later. As she sat down thru the class she observed him as he talked to students, raised his hand to each question, his disposition, everything. He was so happy like he had a reason. She didn't know why but it bothered her. While he was presenting his project, he said something overly complicated.

"Of course only a geek like you would know something like that." She said as the class burst into laughter.

He stood there, embarrassed. What was up with her? Was this fun for her? Well he wasn't going to stand by and take it.

"Well I'm sorry if your fragile little brain cannot handle my words. I would say I'm talking too fast but you're just listening slow."

The whole class reacted by looking at her like she just got slapped. She was embarrassed. No one talked like that to her. Before she could even react the bell rung and the class spilled out. The Professor spoke to both of them after class but there clearly was some tension between the two.

This continued on for a couple weeks until it reached its climax one day. There had been an argument between the two in front of class. The Punk was asked to leave. When the class was leaving and the Nerd began to go downstairs. The Punk ran out of no where and jumped on his back. They both fell down stairs as she began punching him in the face continually. He threw her on her back and held her hands down. She spat in his face and just as she was about to throw another punch security stopped the couple. They went to the Dean and were to report to a classroom where they would discuss their problems with a counselor.

Their punishment had started the next day at common hour. They were the only ones in the classroom and the counselor had not yet arrived. They both sat apart. She stared at him hoping he would say something so she could run over and pound his face in. He knew that she wanted him to look so he just kept his eyes in his book. He was a little scared. He got up wanting to leave the classroom and before he could she pushed him against the wall. She sent her fist into his face full force. He was sent back from the recoil. She wailed on his face more till he could no longer take it. He punched her face so hard she flew back against a couple desks. She looked up in amazement. She got up to continue her assault but he threw her into a couple more desks out of anger. She was a little weak but she got up again.

To keep her from hitting him again he pinned her, legs up against the backboard. As he looked on, he noticed she had no panties on. He could also see that her clit was pierced too. He could not help but get hard from the site. As she looked at him looking at her pussy she pointed out;

"You wouldn't know what to do to that anyway nerd!"

He looked at her with such hate. She had made so many assumptions against him because of how he acted in class and his grades. It pissed him off. He wasn't going to take it anymore. He pulled down his pants and inserted himself into her. She let him do so. She just looked at him in disgust as he "attempted" to pound her.

"Get the fuck off me! Just like I said, you do not know how to handle this."

He was even angrier. He had pushed her, punched her, and threw her, but this was different. Wasn't this rape? However his pride could take no more insults. He began pounding her, full force this time. He could hear the clap on her pussy. She was wet. She groaned as he pounded away. The look of disgust withered away. She began to bite her bottom lip in ecstasy. She looked at him with piercing eyes as he pounded away at her fragile pussy. She put the disgusted look on her face again. She didn't want him to know she enjoyed it. How she enjoyed how rough he was with her pussy. As if he had no disregard as to how painful it was and could be. The simple thought of it made her even wetter. It felt so bad it was good.

He saw her face. He knew she enjoyed it. He got more of an adrenaline rush. He could let go now. He could show her what this "Nerd" was made of. He picked her legs up even more so her knees hit the backboard. He was pounding so hard the wall was shaking. She let out a groan not meant for him to hear. He smiled.

"Yeah. I knew you liked it."

As he said that she gritted her teeth in anger and disgust. Yeah she loved it but she hated that she did. He was winning this little game of theirs. She couldn't help it. At one moment even her eyes rolled back and she groaned again.

"Admit it. ADMIT IT! You like it. You like this dick! You like this nerd!"

"Fuck you!" She said

No longer wanting him to be in the winning position she placed her hands against the backboard and pushed the couple onto a near by chair. He placed his hands back to catch them. However, they were now on the chair and she was on top. She gave him one slap across the face and began riding him. She looked at the amazement in his eyes as how good it felt. She was winning now. She was in control. He felt her juices run down his dick. He grabbed the desk to hold his approaching climax. He was groaning now. She looked at him. He had closed his eyes and was bathing in the pleasure. She placed her nails into his shoulders. He screamed in pain.

"What bitch?" she said as she rode him harder.

He couldn't say anything. She was in control. It felt too good to even move. She began moving so farther up and down that his dick would enter and leave her pussy. This excited both of them. He took her nipple along with her nipple ring and began sucking them both. As he flicked the nipple he flicked the ring too. It tickled as she smiled. He dug what nails he had into her back that made her scream. As she watched him she knew her victory was close. This was bittersweet as she took he could really give her a run for her money.

"You tried but I knew this would be too much for you pussy."

This woke him up from his state. He was minutes if not seconds way from washing her pussy with cum. He took what little strength he had and placed his hands around her neck. He then picked her up and began pounding her without mercy. 

She was stunned. She was taken aback by not only his display of strength but by how good this felt. Her pussy was so wet. As he pounded her he could hear the sloshing of his dick in and out of her pussy she was so wet. He kept one hand around her neck as he picked up one leg and placed it against her body. She groaned so loud. She could barely gather oxygen but the whole moment was overwhelming. This was it. Her defeat was approaching. Her eyes rolled back as she approached her climax. A tear shed itself from her eyes. She gritted her teeth. She put her nails into his waist. It was so good! She was cumming. He could no longer hold it either. As he pounded away he felt the inside of his dick warm with the sensation that had been building ever since. He began washing the inside of her pussy with his milk. It was so much it was dripping out of her pussy as he moved back and forth. She felt his milk inside her; How warm it was. The deepest insides of her pussy could feel it. 

They flew back into opposite directions. He in one chair and she in the other. He looked into the ceiling and then closed his eyes; not only relishing in this victory but in the intensity of the moment. Both his sweat and her sweat guided down their bodies. However she stared at him with hate. She had been defeated after all her talk. Her pussy was still vibrating from his pounding. Still dripping from the cum he injected into her. Still wet from the pleasure she received from him. Then she saw the chance of her redemption; his dick. It was half hard and soft. It was still wet from her juices and his cum combined. She saw her chance. She flew onto him and took his dick into her mouth.

He could not even react as she sucked him off. The top of his dick was so numb all he could do was sit there. She sucked him off good. His dick tasted so good. With her juices and his combined. She pulled off with a pop. She licked the top as he grabbed the desk harder. He didn't even notice she had a tongue ring. She gently sucked the top of his dick knowing that it was extra sensitive after he came. She also jerked the rest of his dick wanting more cum from his dick. He was helpless. He could not even make a sound as she sucked his dick. A goddess could not perform this well. As she jerked and sucked, he was nearing another climax. She knew it.

"Look at me." She said as she jerked his dick.

His eyes were droopy from the pleasure he was receiving. She had her tongue out, leaning against the top of his dick ready for the cum creeping up his manhood. She stared at him with her intense piercing eyes. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. He could see it. As he came, his cum splatter onto her tongue. It dripped down her tongue as more squirted from his dick. Her eyes remained staring into his, unwavering. He melted into the chair as she swallowed his milk. She licked her lips and stood up. She gave him one last slap across the face however her hand stayed on his face as they looked at each other. This game was a draw. He sucked on her index finger not wanting her to leave. However she took her hand and made way for the door with her some of her clothes in hand. Before she left, they shared one finally look. In that look both could see they had gained the others respect and would clearly have more adventures.