Clique Bait

by Mesmer's Bauble

mc; fg; mg; m+g; Fdom; oral; bd; caution

Four Weeks Before…


Her eyes were sore and her head pounded as she went over line after line of code on the computer monitors. Everything looked good, it had looked good the past fifty times she had checked it but it had to be perfect. It HAD to be… she NEEDED everything to be just right. She knew she was obsessing again but she didn’t care. They said she should be taking her pills, but they LIED. The pills made everything fuzzy, too hard to concentrate, she HATED them. She had to concentrate.. it needed to be PERFECT!

Gentle but insistent pressure against her leg drew her gaze away from the program and down towards her guinea pig. He was looking up at her with big empty eyes and a rock hard cock between his legs. Sighing she turned from her keyboard and pressed the heel of her pump firmly into his ball sack. He made a strange little sound, a mix of pain a pleasure, then an arc of cum sprayed onto her shoe. He quickly rolled onto all fours and began licking it clean. She saw that while he licked he was growing aroused again. That made her smile, not because she had any real affection for him, but because it meant that the algorithms for masochism and paraphilia were working properly.

Turning back to her program she barked a quick command that sent Dr. Henry Bergfalk back to his corner. It did please her to treat him like an animal; she was only returning the favor. He had kept her locked up for so many years, feeding her pills, trying to convince her she was insane but he knew better now. Soon those who made her suffer would understand how very wrong they had been to treat her poorly all those years ago.

Three Weeks Before…


Tyler Lee & Kaylee Davis –

Tyler and Kaylee were sitting in companionable silence on the old fashioned swing bench outside of her father’s house. Each was sipping from cold drink and enjoying the warm summer sun and the cool breeze. Tyler turned to Kaylee and saw that her gaze had fallen onto the flowerbed that her mother had taken care of. It was overgrown and half dead in the summer sun. They had been best friends since pre-k so Tyler could often tell when Kaylee was thinking, though this one was a no brainer. She was thinking about her mother who was currently half way across the country living with her new twenty four year old boyfriend. The divorce had been messy and worst of all Ms. Davis hadn’t shown any interest in wanting Kaylee to stay with her.

Tyler was of mixed feelings about that. On the one hand he knew that her mother’s rejection had devastated his best friend, but on the other hand he couldn’t imagine his life without her. Especially now that they were both about to start sixth grade, something he had been dreading all summer. Pushing that out of his mind he laid his hand on his friends shoulder and gave her a little shake, “Earth to Kaylee!”

She turned towards him and met his boring brown eyes with her own emerald green ones. He couldn’t help but notice how she was slowly becoming more feminine, the slightest hints of curves under her blouse, taking her time to style her bright red hair. She was growing up while he remained a scrawny little half Japanese boy. She smiled at him but he could tell it was somewhat forced. “What’s up Ty?”

Tyler forced a smile of his own, “Dunno, I was just thinking we should do something other than sit here and get sweaty.”

“It’s a fair point, thoughts?”

“I’m thinking either video games for the AC or biking because if we’re going to get sweaty we might as well hit some of the big hills down by Sycamore Lane.”

“Both solid points, there’s always the public pool… but…”

“Yah ‘But’, we’d need some ‘adult accompaniment’ and the only one around who might count is Laurel and I don’t even...”

“I hear you; your step sister is kind of a bitch.”

“Preaching to the choir, you have no idea how thrilled I am that she’s going to be going away for college at the end of the week.”

“Agreed, so video games? Can your ego take it if I beat you down in Smash Brothers for the rest of the afternoon?”

“As if, I’ve been undergoing a secret training regimen and will destroy you!”

Kaylee let out a genuine laugh and he could tell that her funk was over, “Well then, I suppose it’s time to put up or shut up!” The WiiU was hers; so they opened the screen door and scurried into the house enjoying the blast of AC that hit them on their way inside.

One Week Before…


Madeline Solomon –

Madeline sat with her laptop across her legs, one hand resting on her knee and the other holding her copy of ‘A Girl Named Disaster’ open to one of the dog eared pages. Once she found the quote she was looking for she put the book back down and typed it verbatim into her book report, using the quote to support her conclusions regarding the book’s theme.

Checking the bottom bar of word she saw she had just crossed the 1500 word minimum for the paper, so she just had to wrap up her thoughts and she would be done with the last of her summer assignments. The book hadn’t been her favorite of the ten or so she had read over the summer but its themes were obvious and made for an easy paper. She was just finishing the final paragraph when a spray of ice cold water hit the back of her head and neck before splashing across her computer screen. Madeline was so shocked she almost dropped her laptop in surprise.

Her younger brother’s obnoxious laugh filled the air and she screamed at him; craning her neck to see behind her. “Aiden, you ASSHOLE!” Her scream only made him laugh harder. Aiden was almost doubled over he was laughing so hard; clutching a super soaker filled with ice water in his right hand. Madeline put her laptop down carefully and wiped the screen with her t-shirt before calmly walking around the couch and moving towards him.

Her brother’s laughing started to die out as he saw the serious look on her face. He had been getting cocky all summer just because it looked like he was hitting his first major growth spurt early. Still he was only ten and she had two years and four inches on him. His eyes darted back and forth before he decided to bolt, running back down the hall and towards the kitchen. She was right on his heels, “Get back here you little shit!” As he bolted through the kitchen door and out into their back yard she had to fight to hold onto her anger. She wasn’t really angry at him; she had just reacted because of the surprise and the risk of water on her laptop more than anything else.

She closed the last few feet between them just as he was trying to round the pool; instead she grabbed him and pushed sending him off balance and into the water. Unfortunately, he grabbed at her shirt, trying to steady himself and so they both ended up splashing awkwardly into the deep end of their in ground pool. As they both came up for air the siblings shared and smile and started laughing. They laughed for a good minute before Madeline noticed that her brother’s eyes were gazing at her chest.

“Little Pervert,” she said with half hearted anger before turning her back to him. She knew it was more her fault then his, her breasts had only started to grow over the summer and she still wasn’t used to wearing her training bra. She swam towards the side of the pool that had the cabana.

“Where are you going sis?” Aiden asked with mock sincerity.

“To put on a suit, if we’re going to enjoy the last week of summer by the pool I’d rather not have my pervy younger brother staring at my tits.”

Aiden let out a snort, “Not much to stare at.”

“So you have been looking, you little sicko!” She laughed to take the sting out of the words, “Seriously though I’m nearly done with my paper and despite the rude way you asked, a swim would be nice. By the way how IS your summer reading going?” There was a long pause as he brother failed to respond, “That’s what I thought; you only have a week you know.”

“I’ll get it done... It sucks that I can’t just spark note it. When did teachers get so tech savvy?”

“You’re so lazy.”

“And you’re too smart for your own good, aren’t cheerleader supposed to be ditzy?”

“Fuck you very much!”

As they chatted back and forth Madeline slipped into the cabana by the pool and stripped out of her soaking t-shirt and jean shorts. She took a moment to admiring her developing body in the mirror. Her skin was a dark chocolate brown and nearly flawless. Her breasts had grown to almost A cups and her ass was starting to round out nicely. She was really looking forward to being a full member of the cheer squad this year and she knew she would look good doing it. She slipped into her bathing suit, just a simple tan one piece for the backyard pool. Returning to the poolside with her brother she reflected how much she was looking forward to seventh grade.

The First Day…


Tyler Lee –

Tyler found himself looking up at the middle school building, it seemed to loom over him, three stories of age stained brick and glass. His friends had been chatting all summer about how much they were looking forward to the freedom of middle school; choosing electives, different teachers for each subject, the chance to join clubs and meet new people as at least three elementary schools filtered into Hyacinth Middle School.

Tyler, it seemed, was in the minority. He had liked having just one teacher who he got to know over the school year and he had no idea what he wanted to do, so the idea of electives was kind of intimidating. Worst of all was the thought that Laurel had put into his head. She had been telling him all summer how much people changed in middle school, how friendships broke apart and kids he had known all his life would either ignore him or bully him, because in her words “You’re not going to fit in anywhere and that will make you a perfect target. “

He kept telling himself things weren’t going to be that bad, it had become his mantra all summer but he didn’t really believe it, especially when they found out the he and Kaylee were going to be in different home rooms. Taking a deep breath he joined the line filtering into the building and was directed to his homeroom by the oddly intimidating teacher at the door.



Kaylee Davis –

Kaylee looked around her homeroom and didn’t see anyone she knew well. There were some people from her elementary school that she recognized but no one that she would have called a close friend. Her homeroom teacher seemed nice, at least. She was a young looking woman with very pale skin and long dark hair. She wore a conservative outfit but even Kaylee could tell she would be very beautiful if she dressed up nicely. Apparently she was the sixth grade biology teacher and that was reflected in their homeroom. Rather than rows of desks there were long tables that sat up to four students with slightly higher chairs so you could sit on them or stand by them to work comfortably. The walls were covered in biology posters as well as cabinets; presumably full of supplies.

She was seated with two boys who had introduced themselves as Daniel and Brian, and a girl named Celeste. Their teacher, Mrs. Eleanor had just finished handing out locker assignments when the schools PA system crackled into life. “Greetings and welcome back to all the students and staff here at Hyacinth Middle School. For those who don’t know me or tried to forget me I’m Principal Ryans. All of the staff here hopes everyone has a good beginning to a great school year. Just a reminder to all staff that students are given an extra five minutes transition this week as they acclimate to their class schedules. That is all.”

The voice coming over the speaker was deep baritone with air of both confidence and kindness. It was a shame, then, that the speakers themselves sounded like they had been installed in the late 80s. The principal's voice was somewhat distorted and the air was filled with hissing and crackling after the principal had ended his little introduction, sort of like the mike was still turned on and broadcasting. Mrs. Eleanor raised an eyebrow and waited a solid minute to see if the audio glitch would stop, but eventually she just shrugged her shoulders and continued to hand out class schedules and other first day orientation materials.



Madeline Solomon –

Madeline was having a good first day. It would have been a great first day except for the hissing, clicking, audio playing through the speakers on and off all day. She hadn’t paid much attention to the PA system last year but she was sure she would have noticed if it had been this obnoxious. Still she had homeroom with a few friends from last year and she got the ‘good’ English teacher. Still it was about to be her favorite time of day, lunch time. The class bell went off and she proceeded down the corridors following a familiar path into the large lunch room. Immediately she heard her best friend Gina call her name, “Linny! Over here!”

She smiled and waved back at her, indicating with hand gestures that she was going to get lunch before sitting down. Gina nodded and smiled back at her before turning back to the book she had been reading. The image made her smile; they had been friends since elementary school and despite the cliché, just because Gina was a ‘nerd’ and she was a ‘cheerleader’ it hadn’t kept them from being close friends into middle school as well. In fact Madeline and Gina had a lot in common, including a love of science and fantasy. It was just that when she was done reading a book Madeline burnt off steam by cheering for her school, as opposed to kicking ass in League of Legends.

With her meal in hand Madeline sat down next to Gina and saw that she was near the end of ‘Sabriel’ by Garth Nix. Madeline smiled, “I knew you’d enjoy it; the sequels are even better.” Gina nodded, “I never doubted your recommendation; I’ve had trouble putting it down. “

“Still I’m shocked you can read at all with the speakers all messed up.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Every time I think I’m getting used to it a new sound screeches out.”

“They better have this fixed by tomorrow; I can’t imagine that they expect us to actually learn anything this way.”




Videos streamed in from several dozen cameras to a six screen array. She sat back and watched the children scramble like ants through her school. It was all just the same as back when she was young, groups of spiteful, selfish, monstrous little bitches and bastards. But she would change that; she would give these children purpose and punish their parents at the same time. The program was running; so it was just a matter of time.

One Week Later…


Madeline Solomon –

Madeline rushed down the street, her backpack slapping against her back over and over again. She couldn’t believe how long it had taken her to get out of the house that morning. Because of her position on the cheerleading squad she was expected to get to school an hour early for practice. Normally that wasn’t a problem but for some reason today she had lost track of time picking out her outfit and styling her hair. So now she had to run.

This was just another in the quickly growing things she was struggling with since school had started. For one seventh grade was HARD. Classes had only just started and she already felt like she was falling behind many of her peers. It was a new sensation for her; she had always considered herself to be an intelligent person and had rarely had difficulties in grasping new ideas. She chocked it up to the more advanced classes she was in this year, but if she was being honest part of the problem was her wandering mind. It seemed hard to focus on her teachers, hard to care about whatever they were talking about.

As she arrived on school property, she dropped out of her run and into a light jog. A glance at her watch told her she was on time, though she had cut it close. The football field they practiced on during the warm months was filled with her fellow cheerleaders doing their warm-up exercises. They all greeted her with waves and smile. She returned the greeting as she jogged to the back entrance to the locker room so she could change into her uniform.

Some part of her wondered why she and the other girls were practicing in full uniform. They hadn’t done that last year; but it didn’t really bother her. She found herself very comfortable in her uniform these days. She quickly stripped herself naked, taking the time to fold the outfit she had spent so long picking out before stowing it in her locker and pulling out her dark purple and gold uniform. She pulled the skirt on and was about to pull on the top when she realized she had taken off her sports bra. The uniform was quite tight and if she didn’t wear it her nipples might show through. Chiding herself for the mistake she pulled the bra back on and then pulled on her top. As she jogged out back to the field she never even noticed that she hadn’t bothered to put her panties or spanks on.



Tyler Lee –

As Tyler stood looking over the packed lunchroom, tray of mediocre food in one hand, looking desperately for a place to sit that might welcome him, he decided to call it. It was official, he hated middle school and middle school hated him. His bitch of a step sister had been right after all. He was honestly shocked at how quickly his friends had abandoned him. He didn’t have a particularly large circle of friends but it seemed like it had only taken a few days for their little group to dissolve, each of them abandoning him to sit with new friends that they, apparently, shared more in common with.

His only slim ray of hope was that Kaylee still walked to school with him. Unfortunately; they didn’t share the same lunch period, or any of the same classes, because the universe hated him. So the only time he had spent with his best friend over the past week was on their walks to and from school. As far as he could tell she wasn’t having any difficulty fitting in, no one seemed to be, well no one besides him.

He gazed across the lunchroom and was shocked how cliché it looked: ‘Jocks’ and ‘Cheerleaders’ sitting together laughing mindlessly, bespectacled ‘Nerds’ all the way across the cafeteria playing Magic the Gathering at their table, the ‘rich’ and ‘popular’ kids showing of their new clothes and other status symbols, the ‘hipsters’ in there anachronistic dress looking down on other, the ‘goths’ all in black and metal, the ‘stoners’ looking like California beach bums even though they all lived in Massachusetts. There were other smaller groups too, but each seemed very specific and inclusive and none seemed like a group he wanted to be a part of.

No, he corrected himself, it was more like he KNEW he didn’t belong at any of their tables so he couldn’t bring himself to sit with any of them, even though he had friends from elementary school in several of the groups. So in the end he just sat by himself at a table in the corner, the odd man out, feeling sorry for himself.



Kaylee Davis –

Kaylee was thrilled it was finally Friday; the whole first week of school had put her off her rhythm. As she stood in front of her locker sorting through what books she would need for homework over the weekend, she tried to put her finger on exactly what it was. It was almost as if a dark cloud was hanging over her, but not in an unpleasant way, though she wasn’t exactly sure if that made any sense. Maybe it was the new kids she had been hanging out with. She had, unfortunately, not had lunch with most of her best friends from elementary school.

Still she had found herself drawn to a new group of kids. She supposed that some people would call them ‘emo’ but they seemed plenty friendly if a bit over dramatic. Maybe they were just rubbing off on her. One girl, who called herself Raven, had spoken at length about the way her father had cheated on her mother and abandoned them both. Kaylee had completely understood the feeling, given her own past.

As she slid her math textbook into her bag her hand bumped against the bag that Raven had given her. She had called it a gift to help her get in the right frame of mind, and it was full of heavy makeup and some other things donated by the girls from her lunch group. She had taken it mostly because she didn’t want to seem rude but for some reason her mind drifted back to the bag now and then. Maybe a makeover would put her in a better mood.

She was pulled out of her train of thought when Ty greeted her. She gave him a smile that was only slightly forced and they chatted about their week and their weekend plans. When he asked if she could hang out, a large part of her wanted to say yes but she found herself telling him that she had other plans. It disturbed her the way his sudden look of disappointment made her feel good inside.



Three Weeks Later…


Belladonna Davis –

Belladonna, formerly Kaylee, had ditched Tyler to come to school early that morning, Raven had promised to make it worth her while. It made her feel slightly bad but she was finding it harder and harder to care about her old friend when her new friends were so much more interesting. She took a last pull on her clove cigarette before pinching it out and tucking the dog end behind her ear.

She held the smoke as long as she could as she dashed into the mostly empty school building and up to the third floor. Exhaling the pleasant burn she slipped inside the out of order girl’s room down at the end of the hall. Waiting inside was Raven, with a wicked smile on her bright red lips. The eighth grader was tall but slim with very few curves. Her slanted eyes that showed her Asian heritage were darkened with black eye shadow. Her long straight black hair had highlights that matched her lipstick. She wore a spiked choker around her throat and a leather corset with black jeans. Her nose, ears, and tongue were pierced with bright silver spikes. Raven gave off a powerful domineering air that made Belladonna weak at the knees.

“I’m so glad you accepted my invitation, my dear.” Her voice was smooth and laced with hidden meaning.

Belladonna swallowed and nodded, “Of course Raven, it was my pleasure.”

“Excellent, it's good you know your place… now let me have a look at you.”

Raven took her by her hand and forced her into a little dancer’s twirl. Belladonna didn’t resist she only hoped that she was acceptable. She had given herself an amateur dye job so now her hair was pitch black and styled into a short pixie do. She wore a thin black t-shirt under a torn up mesh long-sleeved shirt. A black leather wrist band wrapped around her arm and she had on a short black skirt that lifted up to show her black garter belt and stockings as she was twirled. Raven made a little clicking sound with her mouth that showed her disapproval.

“Not bad… but not good ether.”

“I’m sorry I…” Belladonna was shushed as Raven pressed a black fingernail to her lips.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help… we’ll need to find you better clothing but first you need some metal. Something permanent, until then you’re just playacting. “

Raven leaned over a pressed a sudden hard kiss to Bella’s lips. She was surprised but offered no resistance as the older girl’s studded tongue danced with hers. She felt Raven’s hands under her shirt, lifting it up, her nails leaving scratch marks on her back. She gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure and tried to hold the kiss when the older girl pulled away expertly leaving Belladonna topless and flush with arousal. She didn’t wear a bra, she barely had any curves, so the pale Irish flesh of her breasts and pink nipples were exposed.

Belladonna watched as Raven leaned down and pulled something out of her bag. She shivered as she saw the older girl holding a long needle and a lighter. She held her breath as Raven flicked the lighter on and heated the needle until the tip glowed red. “So are you ready to stop playing pretend and really become one of us?”

“…yes…” She whispered her answer, eyes transfixed on the glowing metal.

“Try again.”

“Yes!”

“Very good my pet, now hold still, this is going to hurt so good.” Raven leaned down and began to lick and kiss at Belladonna’s right nipple, the girl was surprised and aroused and soon her nipple had grown rock hard and stained red with Raven’s lipstick. Raven broke off her ministrations and with one expert stab slid the needle right through Belladonna’s hard nipple. Belladonna gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure, her body arched with it and she came.

Raven caught her as if she weighed nothing and as she sagged in her arm she pulled out the needle, licked the blood off of it and filled the hole with a bar piercing. “Did you enjoy that, pet?”

“Oh god… oh yes…”

“That’s ‘yes mistress’, pet.”

“Yes... Mistress.”



Linny Solomon –

Linny smiled at Mr. Liteman, her science teacher. It was a big, wide smile even though she had no idea what he was talking about. Still that hardly mattered, she was right up at the front of the class and that meant she could ogle him as much as she wanted. Sure he wasn’t as dreamy as some of the boys on the football team but he was a real man, in his mid forties and fit with a tightly trimmed beard. She kept glancing at his crotch wondering how LARGE he was. Her look of empty headed lust seemed to have bothered him earlier in the week but he was rolling with it now, acting all coy as if he couldn’t tell how much he was turning him on.

She was so involved in her daydream of him taking her right on his desk she barely noticed the bell. When she finally noticed the stream of students blocking her view she shook her head and grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder and strutted out of class hoping Mr. Liteman was looking at her butt… or if not him she hoped SOMEONE was looking at her butt. As she wandered into the halls she tried to remember what her next class was. It was hard to focus, like her mind was filled with fluffy pink cotton candy… she vaguely remembered it bothering her at first but now that seemed so weird, it was pointless to worry when she could think of happy, sexy things instead.

It took a long minute for her to remember it was, like, math and it was in room 202. If she could only remember where that was… when she realized she couldn’t remember, she looked around for someone to tell her where to go; it was so much easier than thinking for herself. She spotted a scrawny looking Asian kid whose gaze was darting all over the hall way. The week before, she probably would have been able to notice the look of confusion and mounting fear on his face, but now she just thought that he looked like he knew where he was going, and that was more then she knew.

She slid up to him, straightening her cheerleading uniform in order to draw his attention to her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric, “Like, hi! I’m Linny, could you like, tell me where room 202 is? I can’t remember and I’d be, like, really grateful if you could tell me where to go. ”

The boy took a shocked step away from her and shook his head. She could tell he was trying to look her in the eyes, which was such a waste when she had much better assets he could be looking at. “Um… no… I can’t help you… um… Linny…”

“Are you sure… it, like, doesn’t have to be room 202…I could just, like, follow you and do whatever… ” To accentuate her point she lifted the front of her cheer skirt and flashed the boy her shaved cunt. The boy blushed red but then turned away and dashed down the hall.

“Oh poop… like, why didn’t that work?”

What little thoughts she had were interrupted by a deep voice, “It worked for me.”

She spun and saw a large black guy wearing a letter jacket over his bear, muscular chest. She giggled in excitement, “So will you, like, show me where to go?”

“Oh yah, I can think of a few places I’d like to go with you…”

As Linny was lead away by her new friend the empty headed smile split her face again



Tyler Lee –

Tyler had left the school after lunch, he couldn’t go back in the building, it felt like he was going insane. That made more sense, right? The way he figured it, it was more likely he was losing his mind as opposed to the entire school going nuts. He chocked it up to the isolation; he had been feeling more and more alone each day. Not only were people forming into tightly knit groups, he knew on a deep fundamental level that he didn’t belong with any one of them. To his eyes everything was getting more and more cliché.

The nerds all seemed to be wearing thick glasses and actual pocket protectors. The few that weren’t making googly eyes at their digital waifus were dressed up in ridiculous cosplay outfits that no teacher would ever allow in school. The Jocks and Cheerleaders seemed to actually have become brainless thugs and bimbos, as two dimensional as a cardboard cutout… he thought about the one girl who had approached him earlier that day… she was more a porn parody then a real cheerleader. The rich kids seemed to have devolved into some kind of ridged caste system based on who had the most impressive status symbols. The hipsters seemed to be ‘ironically’ dressing up as pimps and whores. The emo kids looked like something out of a BDSM magazine, and the stoners were actually smoking pot in the middle of class. And of course only he seemed to think anything was out of place.

He had begged his homeroom teacher to tell him that something was actually wrong, that he wasn’t going crazy… but she said that everything seemed normal to her and asked if he wanted to see the counselor. That had clinched it in his mind. He was suffering from some kind of hormone and bad high school movie fueled psychotic break. He had even lost Kaylee, the one person he thought he could depend on…

Standing, he turned away from the source of his psychosis and walked back to his house. He would probably get in trouble for ditching class but he refused to spend one more minute in that hell hole.




She watched the boy, Tyler, walk away from the school. His shoulders were slumped and it looked like he was fighting back tears. Her heart ached for him. She hadn’t noticed him at first. He had been just another cruel child to be shaped into something more fun and profitable. Her daily ‘best of’ videos were selling well in certain corners of the deep web. But, as the days passed he started to stand out, because he was staying the same. He had irritated her at first, why wasn’t he responding to the program? She had gone over the code so many times she knew it practically by heart, it was perfect… so why?

It had finally clicked early in the second week of school as she watched him eat lunch alone instead of watching the first of the children fall into sexual depravity. He was just like she had been. He was a true outsider, he didn’t fit in anywhere… so her program which had been designed to separate everyone into their cliques before distorting and perverting them, had shoved him into a clique of one and with no label for him it made no changes.

Her heart went out to him. It was like looking into a twisted mirror of her past. They way she had been mocked, and tortured, and isolated until she had tried to kill herself; that was what being an outside had done to her. But it wasn’t the twisted viperous children who were torturing Tyler… it was her. She had to make things right, he deserved better… no, he deserved everything.

She was sure now that if she hadn’t intervened he would have ended up just like her. All her program had done was speed up the process, that was on her shoulders, but she could make things better. She could do for him what no one had been able to do for her. She could save him, she could give him everything she had dreamed of all these years… and she already had the means to do so… her program would save them both…

Four Weeks Later…


Tyler Lee –

Tyler had been skipping school all week. He was leaving in the morning, like normal, only he waited at the park down the street for his parents to leave and then slipped back inside. His parents didn’t get home until late most evenings so they had no idea. He was somewhat surprised that the school hadn’t called and told his parents about his missed days but given how miserable his life had become, he wasn’t going to question the tiny blessing.

When he was at home he could almost convince himself that he wasn’t losing his mind. Unfortunately, that illusion was shattered whenever he spotted Kaylee on her way too and from school. The last time he had seen her, his sick mind convinced him that she had dyed her hair black and was wearing some kind of PVC bondage gear. If anything proved to him that he was hallucinating, it was that. Kaylee was a sweet and wonderful girl. She was his best friend who, if he was being honest, he had fallen in love with years ago. Now she was some sort of twisted delusional parody of herself to his eyes.

That particular morning he was seriously considering breaking into his parent’s liquor cabinet. He knew it would be a terrible idea, but he had heard that drinking could numb you and he wanted to be numb. The knock on the door was loud and sharp; it was so unexpected that Tyler actually jumped in his seat. Still, it wasn’t like he was going to answer it, he wasn’t supposed to be home, so he tried to ignore the persistent hammering.

The knocking had gone on for almost a full minute and Tyler was seriously wondering who was on the other side of the door and what they wanted, when he heard a muffled voice shouting from outside, “Tyler, please open up! I was hoping to talk about this at school, but you haven’t been in all week and I’ve been worried about you.” The voice was that of a woman, but it had a strange manic edge to it that made her sound young and desperate.

Shrugging, Tyler figured that the worst had already happened so he walked to the front door and opened the lock, swinging it wide without even checking who it was. He didn’t recognize the woman. She was petite with very short blond hair that she had styled in a half fashionable way. She wore a expensive looking cream colored suit but something about how she stood gave the impression that she was uncomfortable in it, taking away some of its impact. When she saw him an over wide smile crossed her face, “Tyler! Oh god you look terrible, I’m so sorry… I never meant… no, it’s ok now I’m going to make it better, of course I will…” Her voice was pressured and high pitched and it gave him the impression that she was talking to herself just as much as she was talking to him.

“…um can I help you?”

“No. No? NO! Of course not, I’m here to help you… come with me, I have something for you… something that will explain everything and make it better…”

“uh… look… I don’t know who you are but…”

“I know, but I know you… I’ve been watching… oh dear this is going wrong. Stop it you’re scaring the boy… look I know this is unexpected but I promise I can help, I can explain why you’ve been feeling all alone and I can make it better, you’re not alone, you’re just like me!”

Tyler was truly freaked out by this point. He might be going nuts but this woman was crazy. His eyes darted downwards and saw that she hadn’t stepped through the threshold yet. So he grabbed for the door slowly, hoping to close it in her face.

“Oh I understand, this must sound so strange but don’t worry… I brought this!” The woman reached into her suit pocket and pulled out a taser; before Tyler could process what was happening she was pressing it against him. The electricity shot through his body and he lost all muscle control, falling into the crazy woman’s waiting arms. “I’m sorry I had to do that, I’m sorry for so much; but you have to come with me, I have to explain, once you understand everything will be better...” Tyler was helpless to resist as he was carried to the woman’s waiting car.



Pet –

Pet walked behind Mistress, eyes turned down as commanded, forced to trust the older and wiser student to guide her safely to their destination. Pet wasn’t used to walking in her new pair of five inch ballet heels and occasionally her movement would slow, this almost instantly resulted in punishment thanks to the thin but strong chains that ran from her two ringed nipples and her ringed clit up to a loop in Mistress’ hand. The chains would draw taught and Pet was mercilessly pulled forward by her most sensitive body parts causing her to flush with pain and arousal before Pet quickened her steps once again.

With her head turned down Pet could see the outfit that Mistress had chosen for her. The tight black pvc ballerina dress with holes cut for her nipples and a pointlessly short plastic skirt. Knowing Pet was walking around school dressed like a fetish maid brought her shame and pleasure in equal measure. The only advantage of looking down was that Pet sometime lost herself in the sway of Mistress’ leather clad ass. It was mesmerizing, the way it swayed perfectly with each step. Pet would do anything in order to be given the reward of serving as Mistress’ sex toy but Pet had not yet earned that honor.

Mistress stopped suddenly and Pet almost ran into her. Part of her mind urged her to run into Mistress on purpose to earn a punishment but Pet was trying to earn her reward so Pet had to be good. Pet saw Mistress turn and place her leather gloved hand under her chin before tilting it upwards. Their eyes met and Pet knew she could get lost in those ebony pools. It took long moments before Pet realized they were not alone. “Eyes forward Pet.” Mistress commanded before she walked away leaving her staring at a blank classroom wall.

Mistress had lead her to a classroom, many of Mistress’ friends were their along with several other Pets. Pet was standing in line with the other Pets and it sounded like Mistress and her friends were discussing them. Pet mostly tuned them out, her mind on obeying Mistress’ orders but her attention focused when she heard her Mistress’ name mentioned.

“Raven she looks amazing, where did you get that outfit for someone her size.”

“I let some pervert bum feel me up in exchange for him buying them for me from the sex shop on the highway. They were XXS but I still had to make some small modifications.”

“Very creative. She is a pretty thing; her eyes are such an amazing green.” Pet beamed with pride knowing she was helping Mistress earn some praise.

“Yes, she’s alright. I suppose she’ll do for now. If you like her you’re welcome to give her a try. I took her virginity with the butt of my crop last night so she’s open for business.” Pet flushed with arousal at the thought. Mistress had promised her that she would whore her out and that if she did well she would earn her favor.

“Why not, there weren’t enough freshmen to go around and I’ve been really feeling the lack of a cock sheath recently.” Pet heard movement near her as she stood staring at the wall. Soon Mistress walked back into view and grabbed the ring that linked her piercings, pulling it hard before using it to guide Pet away from the line and towards an eighth grade boy with a pierced lip and eyebrow. His hair was spiked up with frosted tips and he wore torn leather jeans and a long coat with a mesh shirt. His pants were unzipped and his half flaccid cock was hanging out.

Mistress reached down and began pumping the boy’s cock into hardness; her skilled leather clad hand against his skin was quick to bring him to full mast. “Now Pet, turn around and give Gideon here the ride of his life. Fail and I’ll punish you, but succeed and I’ll let you eat my ass after school.” That was all Pet needed to hear, she spun and carefully placed herself over the boy’s five inch dick, balancing carefully on her ballet heels before lowering herself and impaling her soaking folds with his flesh spear. As Pet lifted herself up to begin a pumping rhythm she saw Mistress pull out her crop and aim a hard smack across her chest. Pet smiled and reflected on how happy she was…



Tyler Lee –

The crazy woman had tied Tyler up in the back of her car and driven with him struggling against his bonds and gags for about five minutes, apologizing all the way. When she stopped the car there was a long pause before the trunk was opened by a fat, balding, older man wearing nothing but crusty looking white briefs. The man lifted Tyler onto his sweaty shoulders and carried him bound and gagged through a parking lot he recognized and into Hyacinth Middle School. He screamed into his gag but if anyone could hear him he couldn’t tell.

The man, who the crazy lady called ‘Bergfalk,’ followed her lead and carried him down two stories into what was apparently the schools’ sub-basement. Tyler had little freedom of movement and could only really see the man’s back and the floor that he had just walked over, but it became clear they were nearing their destination when the floor turned from dimly lit unfinished concrete to nicely lit carpet. He soon spotted dozens of wires taped to the floor. His mind, which had been in a blind panic this whole time, started slowly working again. It was almost as if he had found some type of calm on the far side of panic. Who was this woman, why had she and this ‘man’ brought him to school? He recalled she had rambled about having to explain things to him and help him understand. If nothing else that implied that despite appearances to the contrary she wasn’t intending to do him any immediate harm.

Just as he had drawn this conclusion he was plopped down unceremoniously on a shockingly plush and comfortable leather chair. He quickly looked around and spotted huge server farms connected to an array of monitors and an advanced looking computer set-up. Before he could really process what was on the screens the crazy lady was standing in front of him blocking his view, her manic grin and over wide eyes staring down at him. “I know we got off on the wrong foot and I didn’t want to do things this way… I was prepared to do things this way I just didn’t want to do things this way… anyway! Let me do this properly! Tyler, my name is Alyssa and I am very happy to meet you at last. I’m going to take the gag out now and I know I made a bad first impression but I really can explain everything you’ve been going through, so please don’t scream, ok?”

She seemed to want some reply so Tyler nodded his head in agreement. Alyssa smiled even wider at that and reached out to undo his gag. His first instinct was to ignore what she had asked and to scream anyway, but he fought down that urge. He was still bound tightly and she wouldn’t have taken his gag off if anyone could have heard him. He moistened his mouth quickly and replied with a slight rasp, “Nice to meet you, Alyssa. Where… where are we?” He figured he might be able to get some information out of her.

“We’re in my lair. Oh no, sorry that sounds terrible. That’s just what I call it in my head… maybe command center is a better name for it. Anyway it’s the center of my operation here at the school, the nerve center. See?” She stepped to the side and gestured to the computer set up. With her out of the way he could see the monitors and realized that they were showing scenes from all over the middle school… or rather they were showing what looked like the most twisted underage porno ever, that just happened to have been shot in his middle school.

For a long moment he thought he was hallucinating again and chided himself for his sick and filthy mind but then in a moment of insight he realized that this woman, Alyssa was seeing the same thing as he was, ”You can see them? The kids, all the crazy outfits, the sex… it’s REAL?” The words burst from his mouth. When Alyssa nodded, her smile wide and eyes glinting, a wave of relief washed over him, quickly followed by a wave of disgust and horror. “It’s… real… how…?”

Alyssa leaned down and beamed at him, her smile taking on a terrifying air, “Oh… that was all me. All of THIS… was me. Isn’t it amazing?” She made a gesture indicating both the room’s contents and the school as a whole.



Lin-Lin –

“Lin-Lin is horny!” She whined pulling half heartedly at the arm of the dirty barefoot young man who smelled like pot. As he shrugged out of her grip and walked away, she stamped the heel of her new purple and gold pumps. They had come with the newly tailored cheer uniforms she had been given at the beginning of the week. Lin-Lin loved the way that the top was mostly see-through and the skirt only came halfway down her ass so that all the boys could see she was not wearing a bra or panties.

Which is why it was especially annoying when someone ignored her. She didn’t have the nicest boobs or ass in the squad so she had to make up for it by being extra slutty, and that was really hard cause of how slutty the rest of the squad was. She didn’t know why the dirty guy wouldn’t fuck her hard… it made her tummy ache… or wait… was she forgetting something? She forgot a lot of stuff these days but it didn’t bother her, there was always someone who would tell her what to do, and most of the time it was fun sexy stuff. Still the tummy ache meant something… right! It was lunch time. She gave herself a little smack on the forehead, like duh… She had been heading to the Caff when she had gotten distracted by the sexy dirty hippy guy.

Lin-Lin spotted a flash of dark purple down the hallway, realizing it must be some of her squad she ran to catch up. She joined them just as they were entering the lunchroom. They greeted her warmly with hugs and kisses all around, making sure to obviously use tongue and squeeze each other’s asses while they did so. None of them were really into girls, though that didn’t mean they wouldn’t fuck each other if they were horny, but they each knew in a corner of their empty minds that acting lezzy could tempt a boy into a three-way. The four cheerleaders found their way to their usual table with little effort ‘cause it was the one right next to the jocks and they were really easy to spot these days.

The five boys at the next table over were all wearing their letter jackets over naked oiled torsos and jockstraps. Their gazes looked just as empty as the cheerleaders except for a predatory glint that grew as they girls approached them. Each of the boys in turn put down whatever food they had been eating and instead began flexing in an animalistic display designed to attract the opposite sex. To Lin-Lin it was completely effective and she could tell her squadmates felt the same way.

Lin-Lin slid up in-between a muscular white boy and a well toned Hispanic boy and giggled prettily. “Like, I’m Lin-Lin, would you two boys keep me company while I eat?” The white boy grunted his approval but the Hispanic boy looked slightly wary.

“Wouldn’t that be like, a devil’s threesome.”

“Like… um… I guess? I’m, like, super horny right now... I promise I’ll make both of your cocks happy!”

“Dude?”

“Dude!”

“Dude…”

“No Homo?”

“No Homo.”

Lin-Lin couldn’t follow what the boys were saying but she immediately stopped caring when the Hispanic boy grabbed her by her hips with one hand and pulled his cock free from his jock with the other. She understood what he was doing and helped the process by wiggling her hips into place as he pulled her down onto his cock. Just as she gasped with pleasure the white boy stood up and grabbed her hair pulling her face down to his cock. As she began bobbing her head in time with the cock slamming into her pussy she decided that she needed cock more than anything else… plus someone had told her that jizz was full of protein so it was like, the same thing anyway.

She could tell that her squadmates agreed. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mindy was getting mounted as well and that she looked super jelly cause Lin-Lin got two cocks instead of just one. Lin-Lin was so proud but she knew she still had a long way to go to become the sluttyist of all!



Tyler Lee –

“All of this… You? How!!… WHY!!?”

It had taken Tyler a few minutes to process everything he was seeing and all the implications of Alyssa’s pronouncement. As it all settled in his voice rose from his chest and he had no control of the tones of awe, confusion, and rage that colored his scream of outrage. He immediately realized he had made a mistake when he saw the ever present creepy smile on Alyssa’s face crack and her eyes flash with a far deeper and darker rage then his own.

“Why…? Why! YOU SHOULD KNOW WHY!!! These toxic halls have destroyed so many lives with their sick and twisted games of popularity and isolation… the games they play now are much more pure and joyous…” Alyssa’s voice went from a whisper to a scream then back to a whisper as she spoke. In that moment the fear Tyler had thought he was past welled up and took over his mind, he started thrashing helplessly against his bonds, grunting like a trapped animal. Somehow this turned out to be the right thing to do because Alyssa’s look of rage changed to one of sympathy, “Shhh shhh…. I’m sorry Tyler… of course you don’t know. I’ve forgotten how young you are. You don’t know what middle school can do to people, how they change, how friends turn their backs on you, sacrifice you like a judas goat on the alter of popularity. It’s happened to a lot of people, it happened to me. Right here in this very building.”

She turned her back on him, looking at the screens but seeing only the rooms, not the fetishistic sex happening in them. “I was an outcast, a total outsider… fitting into no groups, no ‘cliques’ so I became a target; a safe punching bag both figuratively and literally. My father didn’t care, my mom died after I was born and he just drank the rest of his life away. The only reason I didn’t succeeded when I finally decided to end everything was because a neighbor saw me slit my wrists through the bathroom window… and I didn’t cut deep enough”

Tyler’s eyes widened in real horror as she showed him the marks on her arms, “They locked me up then, just 14 years old, called me a paranoid schizophrenic but that was just a lie like all the other… They filled me with poison and told me it would make me better but in never did, my father was happy to be rid of me and I had no one else outside who cared… but I was, I AM smart… very very smart… and I learned how to hide my pills, how to pretend to be ‘out of it’ so I could get privileges… I needed them for my plan. “

Alyssa gestured at the server towers, “It took years of research on an old computer donated to the loony bin I had been locked in but I developed my program… it is able to encode data into audio that is processed by the brain and then alters how the brain functions. I used it to get my freedom, to get money and power, and finally to set all this up. I thought I had everything, but it gave me one more thing that I wasn’t expecting, the one thing I didn’t know I needed until I saw it… it gave me you Tyler.” Her smile was back and even wider and crazier then before.

“Me…?” He gulped

“Yes the program worked on everyone in the school. It made the adults oblivious and helped speed up the natural tendency of the students to form into their evil little groups… then I played with them, changed them, made them into entertainment for certain investors who prefer to remain nameless… but you… it didn’t do anything to you Tyler, and do you know why?”

There was a long pause as his sister’s words came back to him again eerily echoing what Alyssa had just said ‘You’re not going to fit in anywhere and that will make you a perfect target.’ Tyler swallowed as he spoke, “Because I’m an outcast too.”

Alyssa clapped her hands in glee, “Exactly… you would have had the same sad life as me but instead of any other school you were lucky enough to come here, and I was lucky too because now I’m not alone anymore, and neither are you… all this is as much yours as it is mine. You’ll join me here, the top of the food chain instead of the bottom. We can do whatever you wish to the vipers who would have been your classmates, I’ll teach you the program, and we can do more, so much more… there will be no limits when we work together.”

Behind her madness there was an earnest hope in Alyssa’s eyes and voice, Tyler could tell she was lonely despite, or probably because, of all she had done. She was offering him everything she had, a sick kind of love, power, and obviously sex… what more could a young man want. He found his gaze traveling back to the monitors. To the ‘stoners’ sitting on the grass taking turns fucking each other with vegetables, to the hipster pimps selling their ‘ironic’ whores to the every lusty but mindless jocks for profit. The geeks fapping into their body pillows or at the mercy of the pornographically cartoonish cosplay sluts. He could see the rich kids were literally licking each other’s boots for some hope at just a tiny step up on the rung of popularity…

He saw people he knew amongst most of the groups, people he had called his friends and after just a month of isolation he wondered if any of them had really cared about him. Then the screens shifted and he saw Kaylee, sweet beautiful Kaylee. Only she wasn’t a sweet innocent beauty, she was some twisted BDSM slave bouncing up and down on some leather clad douche’s cock while a girl with red and black hair beat her mercilessly… and she was enjoying it. Whatever temptation had been welling up within him was dashed in a rush of ice cold horror and sadness at what had become of his best friend. His mind started spinning trying to concoct a plan that might allow him to save himself and everyone else from this woman’s’ insane manipulations.

If he had been older, or Alyssa had been less observant things might have played out differently, but he was an innocent eleven year old who wore his heart on his sleeve while she was completely paranoid and experienced enough to read him like a book. She knew he was going to reject her, like all the others, and that he might even try to trick her but she knew, she KNEW and she had the power to keep it from happening. He would accept her offer, quite willingly to… once she made a few small adjustments, for his own good… of course.

Before Tyler could say a word she made a disappointed little gesture and ‘Bergfalk’ came from behind the chair slapping the gag back into his mouth before tying it in place. He screamed against the cloth but could say nothing, nor could he do anything but thrash when Alyssa came with a pair of headphones on an extra long cord and gently, lovingly slipped them over his ears. She turned back to her computers and opened a window, as she began to type she smiled again and in a sing song voice said, “I’m so excited, I’m finally going to make a real friend.”

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