3 comments/ 18577 views/ 21 favorites Bad Girls Have More Fun Ch. 01 By: ZTV25 In every school there is the one girl you go out of your way to be around. Then there's the girl you go out of your way to avoid. For Caleb Meltzer High School that girl went by the name of Lindsay Castellano. Sure she was a tall sexy brunette with a killer body. Sure her legs were thick and powerful. Sure she had a thick drool worthy ass. Sure her arms were muscular and intimidating. Sure her body was well toned and kept in amazing shape. Sure she had a soft lovely voice and a round sweet face. Sure she had a massive firm and always displayed rack. All that was true but the thing to keep in mind was she was insane. There was an entire drawer in the principle's filing cabinet dedicated to her disciplinary actions. There was the time she spray painted profanity all over the front of the school. There was the time she slashed all the tires on the faculty's cars. Then there was the time she put laxatives in the mystery meat. Of course all of that was the stuff the school dealt with. She'd already to juvie for theft, assault, trespassing and god only knows what else. What caused this behavior? No one knew and no one dared try to find out. Max Paetro never really gave Lindsay much thought. After all why would he? They were from completely different worlds. He was the only son of a local doctor and a real estate agent. He was a good boy. He did what he was told and always tried to do the right thing. He had never been in trouble once in his life. He was also rather small. He barely topped five-five and a whopping one hundred and twelve pounds – and that was soaking wet. Round Harry Potter glasses, short messy black hair and silly colorful t-shirts completed the ensemble. In other words he was a dork. A loveable dork to be sure but still a dork. He sat quietly in class and tried his best to mind his own business. Unfortunately this was still high school. Brent Edgewood was a monster. He was pretty much Max's opposite in every way. He was the overly beefy blond haired blue eyed star quarterback. He was also fairly stupid and overly aggressive which was a bad combination. This was especially true for Max or as Brent preferred to call him: punching bag. On the day in question, which happened twoard the end of the boys' senior year, Brent had just flunked the math test Max aced. The teacher made the mistake of congratulating him aloud. Now he was running through the halls trying to avoid the angry jock. You'd think they'd outgrown this by 18 wouldn't you? You'd be wrong. "Get back here meat!" "I'd rather not!" Thinking quickly he ran out a side door. He was in full flight mode paying no attention to his surroundings when he hit something hard and yet soft at the same time – face first. Falling back onto his but he say he'd run right into Lindsay's boobs! "Oh god." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I'm so sorry. It was an accident I was just trying to get away from ..." "Punching bag!" "Crud." Brent came bursting through the door behind him. Without thinking Max crawled away hiding behind Lindsay's legs. "Get back here!" Brent started forward but was stopped when Lindsay placed her hand on his chest. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked. "Out of the way Castellano. This has nothing to do with you." "It does when you try to beat a little runt like this around me. Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you get to beat them." "Shut up." "Though in your case I'll make an exception." "What?" Suddenly she punched Brent in the face sending him reeling backwards. "Son of a bitch!" Before he could retaliate she started wailing on him with well-placed punches and kicks. Max couldn't see much from my position behind her but he could hear his cries of pain which soon just became crying. Terrified by what he'd just seen he slowly stood up. She turned to face him. "Got anything to say to me Runt?" "I'm sorry I ran into you but thank you for protecting me from Brent." "Oh I wasn't protecting you I just hate abusers. Little guys like you need to be pushed around – the right way." He didn't like the sound of that and started backing away. "Well thanks anyway. Sorry again I'll just leave you be now." He turned and slowly started walking away. Kicking out with her leg she swept his knocking him face down into the grass. "Get back here, Runt." Strong hands gripped both his ankles and drug him to her. "Please don't hurt me! I already said I was sorry like three times!" She pulled her belt loose from her pants. Oh god she was going to whip him! She didn't, instead she slipped it around his chest and tightened as far as it would go pinning his arms to his side. She then took his belt and applied it to his legs. Terrified he watched on as she went to her nearby car and returned with her gym bag. Oh god now what? She pulled out a clearly used pair of socks and folded them into a ball and shoved them into his mouth. God they tasted terrible. Then she did something he never imagined in his wildest dreams. She grabbed him and lifted him up before dumping the terrified boy into her gym bag! As he lifted his head from a pile of used clothes he heard a zipping sound and the lights went out. Holy crap she'd zipped him up inside her gym bag. What was going on? Suddenly the bag was lifted up. He could feel himself being carried a little bit before being roughly dropped. There was a loud thud. She'd locked him in her trunk! This was getting out of hand. The car stated up and he could feel it head out. Where was she taking him? He felt the car stop. He heard the trunk open. He felt the bag being lifted and carried. He felt it being tossed on the ground somewhere. He heard a door close. Now where was he? Why was she doing this? Unable to do anything about his current situation and quite frankly too afraid to he just lay there. All he had to distract him was the taste and smell of Lindsay's sweet. The scary part was after a while not only did it start to smell good it started to turn him on. He must have dosed off because the next thing he knew he was being dumped out of the bag onto the floor with the start you only get from being roughly awoken by someone. He blinked adjusting to the light. Looking around he saw he was in a bedroom. Holy shit he was in Lindsay Castellano's bedroom! It was messy room with dark walls and blinds with posters slapped haphazardly on the walls. Looking over he saw the closet door open and realized she must have thrown him in there. She pulled the socks out. "Oh god thank you." "My parents work night so now that they're gone we can get started." "Please just let me go. I'm sorry I upset you just please let me go." "Shut up Runt." "I have a name you know." "Yeah and from now on its Runt. I will call you Runt and you will answer to nothing else. Got it?" "Yeah; can you untie me at least?" "Sure Runt I can do that," she said smiling. She roughly pulled the belts free. He stood up and stretched relaxing his sore muscles. Then she tackled him to the ground. "Hey!" She pulled off his shirt, then his socks and shoes before taking his pants as well. "What gives?" She pushed him to the floor as she reached under the bed and pulled out a length of rope. Seeing that Max started to panic and blindly crawled for the door. Smiling lustfully she jumped on him wrestling him down wrapping arms and legs around his timid little body. "Where do you think you're going?" she laughed. She began looping the rope around him this way and that. He felt it begin to tighten. Soon he was laying immobile on the floor at her feet. "Perfect." She then leaned down and began gently stroking his bound body. He couldn't help but get excited by this. Suddenly she pulled him up and tossed him on her bed. "Ow." "Oh grow a pair would ya?" She climbed onto the bed next to him and flipped on her TV. "Porn? You're watching porn?" "You got a problem with that?" "No, not at all." As the, let's call it a, film progressed he could her his captress becoming more and more aroused. He watched as she slowly slipped her hand into her pants and began to work away. When she was spent she fell back onto the bed already asleep. Unable to do anything else I let the movie finish playing and slowly, very slowly, fell asleep. He awoke sometime later. With the windows darnkened he had no idea how long he'd been out. Looking over he saw Lindsay had rolled over and was now laying with one leg stretched over him and one arm which was holding tightly to the front of the ropes on his chest. She awoke and stretched. "My parents are asleep so be quiet while I go down and fix us some breakfast." "Shouldn't we be getting ready for school?" he asked hopefully. "We're going to be playing hooky for the next few days." Days? How long was she planning on keeping him? To be continued ... Bad Girls Have More Fun Ch. 02 As Max opened his eyes he hoped to see the ceiling of his own bedroom. Never before had he had such a desire. But alas it was not his own. He tried to move but he found the ropes still in place. No matter how much he wished it weren't so the last few days had happened. He had been chased by a bully. He had run into Lindsay who saved him only to kidnap him. He had spent the last two dies bound and gagged on her bed being treated as a body pillow. This day however something was different. She wasn't laying on top of him as she had been. Before he could wonder where she'd gone the bedroom door burst open. "Good morning sleepyhead," she called. She plopped down on the bed next to him carrying something he couldn't see. "I've got great news," she said pulling the gag out. "You're letting me go?" "God no. My folks just left for their two week second honeymoon in Cancun." "How's that great news?" "It means we have the whole house to ourselves. I don't have to hide you for the next two weeks." "Two weeks?!" "I knew you'd love it. Here I got you some breakfast." She pulled out the object which he could now see was a box of white powdered donuts. She shoved one into his mouth. "Eat up." He did and shoved in another and another. She ended up making him eat the whole box. His mouth was covered in powdered sugar and he felt ready to hurl. "Oh you made a little mess, here let me get that for you." She held him down and licked the sugar off. "Wow," he said when she was done. "What?" "It's just that ... I've never had anyone even want to do that to me before." "Well now you do." She pulled him up and undid the rope on his legs. She walked him out to the bathroom, pulling down his pants and sitting him on the toilet. She had said this would be easier. While he did my business she brushed her teeth and did her hair. Afterwards she dragged him into the living room. He found an office chair waiting for them. "What's that for?" he asked. She didn't answer but instead shoved him into it. Grabbing three belts she strapped his body to the back of the chair and his arms to its arms. "We're gonna play a game," she told him, "If you can keep from throwing up you can spend the rest of your time here with your feet unbound." "And if I do?" "Well after I make you clean it up you'll spend the rest of your time here hanging upside down in my closet." Before he could protest she grabbed ahold of the chair and began to spin it like a merry-go-round faster and faster. The donuts in his stomach were fighting their way back up. Oh God this was torture. It felt like hours passed but it was only about five minutes. She freed him from the chair and he fell into her arms. "Good, so we won't have to bother retying your legs." Still dizzy she led him over to the couch laying him down. "Now rest up we've got more games to play today." He let out a moan. This girl was going to kill him. It certainly felt like she had by the end of the day. They had played her little game three more times. He had won the freedom of his body and arms leaving only his hands tied. He had lost the last round. Now not only was he back in the same bondage that he had been in at the beginning of the day but he had lost the right to wear pants for a few days. This was humiliating. "Bedtime!" she called sing songily before slapping him on his underwear covered butt and dragging him off to her bed. She pushed him onto his stomach. "It's gonna take me forever to get that smell out of the living room." "Sorry." "You will be." "What?" She pulled down his underwear and began to spank his exposed ass. "Ow!" Laughing she spanked him several more times. His butt felt like it was blistering. He cried out for her to stop eyes watering. "Why?" she teased. "I'll do anything," he pleaded. "I already own your sorry little ass, you have to do what I tell you anyway." "Please!" "I'll tell you what I'll agree to stop spanking your sweet little ass here if you agree to oh I don't know steal me some cash from your folks." "Never." "OK then," she said cheerfully before smacking his ass as hard and as fast as she could. "OK I'LL DO IT!" "Goodie." She then proceeded to spank him again though far more gently than she had. "What gives I agreed." "I never said I'd stop right away. I'm having too much fun." She spent the next hour swatting and massaging grabbing big handfuls. At one point she started kissing and biting his ass as well. Finally warn out she climbed up onto the bed next to him and pulled him up against her. "Good night." "Don't I get my underwear back up?" "Nope." With that she was asleep. He could feel the warmth of her womanhood on his exposed dick. He hardened up instantly. God he hated the effect she had on him. The next morning he awoke to find himself naked in his binds. He also found Lindsay snapping photos of him with her phone. "What are you doing?" "Making sure you don't do anything stupid when we get to your place." Max felt awful. Here he was in his parents' bedroom shoving any money or valuable he could find into a small bag. There was a phone down stairs he could call for help. She was out front in her car he could slip out the back. He couldn't do that though and he knew it. If those photos got online he'd never live them down. Besides part of him liked the attention and didn't want it to end so soon. That's why he was climbing back into the car with her. That's why he was letting her take him home again. That's why he would probably spend the next two weeks bound and harassed. But it was the look of joy on her face that told him it may never end. To be continued ...