CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 27)

After Simone and Heather left, Alan and Glory sat in silence for some long moments. Alan seemed to be melting into his chair, but Glory was still tensed up.

Glory, while feeling stressed on the inside, had slumped back into her teacher's desk from sheer emotional exhaustion. She seemed ready to pass out, all just from having watched two people examine Heather's asshole. She was proud that she had managed to control herself, but the "what might have been" still frightened her. She knew that she had been right on the edge of completely losing herself to lust. What would have happened next she didn't know, but the point was it could have been anything, because she would have lost all control.

But she was also frightened of the future, because she knew she wasn't out of the woods yet, as long as Alan was in the room. Trying to calm things down, she said, "Well. That was something else! Who would ever believe that could have happened right here, right in my classroom?"

Alan exhaled, "I know! Friggin' weird. I really am so very sorry to put you through that. When it all started, I thought it would be good for you to see some of the worst of my sex life. I was thinking honesty is good. Lay all my cards on the table and all that jazz. I know you're going through some issues now with how you feel about me. But I didn't know all of THAT was going to happen. Now I think I've blown it. You're probably scared shitless of even being around me. But let me make something clear. The Heather situation is totally unique. The way I behave with her is extreme and totally unlike how I behave with anyone else. Anyone. Really! I'm only like that with her because it works, not because I necessarily enjoy it or because I have an emotional attachment to her."

Glory said sarcastically, "Hmm, yeah, I can definitely see you suffering if you have to fuck the head cheerleader. My heart bleeds for your selfless acts of charity."

Alan shot her a peeved look at first, but upon reflection empathized with how she could be angry with him. It did sound ridiculous. He slumped down in dejection and said, "I can't even begin to explain my relationship with Heather to myself, so it's probably useless to try with you. I can see how you'd think what you're thinking. It looks pretty bad, I know. Now you've seen my worst, and that was stupid of me. If I was going to show a glimpse of me with another girl, I should have shown you a tender moment I've shared with Amy or something like that. I'm so sorry. Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He sighed and exhaled again.

Glory paused, and replied, "It's okay. It's not that bad. I already know that you have your tender side and your animal side. What do you call them? The 'good Alan' and the 'bad Alan.'"

Alan sat up a bit and looked at her. "I know you know that and you've experienced some of my wild streak before, but the thing is, Heather is a complete freakazoid. She's all tough and bitchy on the outside, but on the inside she has this seriously submissive streak. I'm not even sure if submissive is the right word, because she still thinks she's the one in control even as she luxuriates in the fact that she's not. She loves to be insulted and called bitchslut and all that, which to me is just beyond bizarre, but you have to go with what works, you know? I'm just giving her what she wants and, well, what she craves."

He continued more pleadingly, "But you Glory, you're totally different! You're for real. You're tough and independent and a modern woman in every sense of the word. That's one thing that makes me love you so much. What happens with Heather when I'm with her would never ever happen to you. Never! There's no way I would even THINK about treating you like that! It makes me happy to give you what you want, which is obviously nothing like what Heather wants. Please! Talk to Amy. Get a different view. I'm really not some kind of all-powerful sex guy. I'm just a scared kid who is in way over his head."

Glory answered, "I don't need to talk to Amy. Don't you remember? You and I broke up on Monday. The decision's been made, young man. True, I'm still grappling with it, but it's done. True, too, there's the possibility that I might lose control sometimes. In fact, I almost did lose control today. But if I ever do, that'll just be a temporary thing. The overall direction is that we have to stay apart. And it's not because of what I saw today. In fact, I really enjoyed your animal side. I'm honest enough to admit it. But I like the 'scared kid' sensitive side, too. In fact, I like him more. Still, we can't be together because of all the other stuff, the things we've talked into the ground, like the fact that I'm your teacher. In fact, when it comes to the way you treated Heather, I could hardly say I minded. The truth is, if you ever want to give her a really good public spanking and humiliation and you're selling tickets to it, be sure to save me a ringside seat."

Alan was honestly surprised at that. "Really?"

"Sure! God, does that girl need to get her comeuppance or what? I can see why you vent your 'bad Alan' urges on her. Anyone who's spent more than five minutes with her would probably love to slap her silly, and that's just based on her smarmy and superior facial expression. I'm not even talking about what happens when she opens her mouth. So actually, yeah. I was pretty entertained today. I don't respect you any less."

"Are you serious? OH GOD!"

"What?!"

"Sorry, that "Oh God" kind of slipped out involuntarily. It's just that I'm still so horny and I had this flash of intense arousal out of the blue. I was, like, riiiiiight on the edge for a while there, the edge of doing something crazy. But you were so calm, sitting there behind your desk, and that inspired me to keep my urges in check. And then when I thought you were mad at me just now that cooled me down a bit, but now that I know you're not, whammo! I'm all aroused again. It's actually been building up for hours and now it feels like I'm going to burst. To be honest, I think my body is addicted to cumming. If I don't get my orgasmic fix at least a couple of times a day... Man! Talk about a case of blue balls!"

Glory chuckled. "Young man, if you only knew. I may have looked calm from across the room, but I was right on the edge of losing it, too!" Unable to stop herself, she sheepishly added, "In fact, I still am."

Alan looked at her more intently. He noticed that her hands were clutching tightly at the edge of her desk again, betraying the relatively calm look on her face. "So both you and I are absolutely dying for a good fuck right now. Wow." He grinned wolfishly. "What on Earth could we do to fix that situation?"

Glory laughed, but there was a sadness in her voice. "Now, now. Don't make this any harder on me than it has to be. I'm really serious about what we decided on Monday. Please don't tempt me. I'm trusting you as a gentleman. Prove to me that 'good Alan' has control over 'bad Alan.'"

"Damn! Why'd you have to put it that way? ... Okay. Damn, though. Double damn. I don't want you to think of me that way. Your opinion is so important to me. On the other hand, I seriously do need some kind of relief, though. I'm totally dying here." He glanced at the clock. "There's six minutes left before the end of lunch. If I hurry to the bathroom, I just might have time to, you know."

She salaciously winked at him. "I do know. And the sooner you get out of here, the more time I'll have to do a little bit of some 'you know', myself. You're an incredible, incredible boy. No, make that 'man.' I mean, just look at the self-control you used to stop that situation from spiraling out of control. So impressive, so wise. You get me so aroused, but you're also driving me crazy, and I don't mean that in the good way. I mean you're literally driving me into an insane asylum. I really need some space from you for a while, at the very least. And it's not because I don't care for you. I need some distance because I care for you so much."

Alan stood up. "Thank you, Glory. You're the best. That was so weird, how Simone and Heather just barged in here and then everything that followed, but you handled it so well. Thanks to you and the way you kept your cool, I'm pretty certain that we'll be able to get to the bottom of whatever she's doing. I have a sneaking suspicion that her plans have you in her sights, too. She thinks she's going to have me all to herself, so naturally she wants to bump off her rivals one by one, and I think you're her natural first candidate. For all of her submissive posing, she can be dangerous."

"Interesting, but please! Get out of here. Here's a hall pass. Take your time and think of me, okay?" She got out a hall pass from her desk drawer and signed it. "Now, shoo! Five minutes left for both of us to get some relief." She chuckled as she rued, "Knowing you, in five minutes you'll just be warming up. So this'll help you stay out of trouble. Now, shoo!"

Alan grabbed the pass. He stepped forward to plant a thankful kiss on her check, but remembered her no touching policy and stepped back. He left with a big smile on his face.

The second he turned his back, and even before he'd left the room, Glory was reaching for her purse down by her feet. It contained a couple of the sex toys she'd bought the day before. She grabbed an ordinary vibrator and brought it to her pussy with a feverish urgency. She thanked her lucky stars that she wasn't wearing panties because that meant she didn't have to wait a few more seconds to get them out of the way.

The vibrator wasn't very big. In fact, it was almost as small as a lipstick container, but its vibrations did the trick. As soon as Glory touched herself with it, she felt extreme relief like drinking a cool glass of water after eating an incredibly spicy meal. Within seconds she was able to bring herself off to a great climax, and that resulted in an even more satisfying feeling. But just as a cool glass of water usually just temporarily relieves the spicy burning in one's mouth, the vibrator driven climax yielded nothing more than a couple of minutes of relief. Her pussy needed more. It itched and burned for greater attention.

As she sat, recovering, she thought, Just what the hell happened today? True, I had enough self-control to spare myself from the worst consequences, but I was still flying too close to the sun, and for no good reason! What am I thinking? Like that last comment of mine to him: 'Take your time and think of me, okay?' Good Lord! Does that sound like a woman who's over him? I've been generally able to save myself from complete foolishness, but my body has a whole different agenda. In fact, it's screaming at me. It's screaming, "Get back together with Alan already!"

Oh my gosh! I just realized, since I told him to think of me, that means that he's probably in the men's room down the hall at this very instant, cumming while thinking of fucking me! In fact, it takes so much to get him to cum that he probably IS shooting off this very moment, if he can even manage to cum at all before lunch ends. I swear, his stamina is so outrageous these days that I wonder if he can even cum at all using just his own hands. He probably needs one totally gorgeous woman at the least to help him out. Actually, knowing him, the lucky fucker, he probably HAS one totally gorgeous woman helping him out, right there in the bathroom! At this very instant, he must be filling some hot chick's mouth with his tasty cum, and it could have been me! Who gives a better deep throat blow job than I do? Nobody!

Glory was getting so excited by these thoughts that she began playing with her clit. But that wasn't enough. The itch in her pussy was growing in intensity with each passing moment. Dropping her vibrator back into her purse, she reached in and pulled out a pair of Ben Wa balls instead. They were stainless steel spheres and half-filled with mercury, but the salesgirl had been so effusive about their "effectiveness" that she'd bought a couple pairs in different sizes just to see what the big deal was. She knew next to nothing about them except that they were to be inserted into her vagina, so that's what she did. At this point she was ready for anything to get relief and hoped this new toy would do something special for her.

Meanwhile, she continued to think, I really need to stop this. I don't know how many times a day I fantasize about deep throating this oversexed kid, but it's too many! I'm the only one who can please him with my tongue, my teeth, my lips, and the back of my throat all at once, but no! He doesn't care about that! My mouth is the only mouth that can literally leave him panting on his knees, sobbing with joy. But he's off getting help with some talentless big-titted floozy!

The more I think about it, the more sure I am that he's getting help with his relief. I can bet who, too. No doubt Simone and Heather stuck around outside the door, just waiting for him to come out just so they can fall all over him. He's got those two completely wrapped around his finger. They're probably taking turns blowing him in a bathroom stall this very moment! I can just picture it: the school's hottest blonde lapping up one side of his thickness and the school's hottest black girl slurping down the other. I'll bet he's suffering ... not! I wonder how many tongues are on that thing in the course of one day. I'll bet it's an absurdly huge number.

She sighed. But somehow, when he looks at me he makes me feel like I'm the only one that matters to him. Hell, even when he looked at me with his fingers in Heather's ass, I felt like he loved only me. Am I crazy?

He has far too many gorgeous women worshipping his cock like it's some kind of new religion. Hell, who DOESN'T he have wrapped around his finger? He's even doing his own sister and mother! More craziness. Who am I to resist?! Like they say on Star Trek, "Resistance is futile!" But I have to resist! I have to!

Just then, she realized that there was very loud knocking on the door. In fact, in all probability, some students had been knocking on her door for a couple of minutes and she'd been so out of it that she'd missed it. I have to get a grip. I've passed the big test and now I have a four day vacation to recover and get over the rest of my "Alan withdrawal." I just need to make it through the rest of the day without making a fool of myself. Come on, Glory, get your ass up. Pretend like you're a teacher, for once.

She stood up to answer the door. So far, she hadn't noticed much effect from the Ben Wa balls and had been getting off mostly by continuing to frig her clit. But as soon as she stood up, that all changed. Whoa! Oh. My. God! She walked a few steps towards the door. The Ben Wa balls rolled around inside her in the most unpredictable ways, massaging the inside of her pussy and causing her knees to buckle with delight. She grabbed the side of her desk and held on to it for dear life. Oh no! There's no way I can teach with these things in me!

Now she understood what the salesgirl had been trying to tell her yesterday. Because the balls were only half-filled with the very heavy liquid mercury, any movement at all would set the mercury sloshing around inside the balls. And because mercury was so heavy, sloshing it around like that would make the balls rock and move, seemingly of their own volition, and keep them moving in extremely unpredictable ways. It was as if each of the balls had a mind of its own, since they weren't in perfect sync with each other when they moved around inside her lubricated pussy as she walked.

The salesgirl had said that they were "the ultimate" in female sex toys for public situations, since they didn't require batteries and the woman had control (kind of, but not really) over what they'd be doing to her and how strongly, all with no one being the wiser (unless you couldn't mask your orgasms all that well, which was a growing worry for Glory). The salesgirl had said that playing with them, internally, in public, was a fun game to play. Glory had had her doubts at the time, but she was a believer now.

The knocking on the door was growing louder, which wasn't surprising since it was almost time for class to start.

Glory looked back to her purse on the floor next to her chair, then looked to the door. She continued toward the door, walking slowly and uncertainly as the inside of her pussy was massaged deliciously. She was so overcome by pleasure and so close to cumming really hard that she thought she'd pass out. She attributed all the pleasure the Ben Wa balls were causing her to Alan, as if he was actually controlling the balls, yet he also got all of the blame.

She cursed, Alan Plummer! Young man, this is all your doing! You're slowly turning me into some kind of exhibitionist slut! Can I turn back to normal? How can I? But how can I go forward?

The question was more than metaphorical, but somehow she did go forward and managed to get to the door. She turned the handle and stepped back as her students poured in. She overheard one of the students say, "What's that funny smell?" Glory belatedly realized that her classroom probably smelled like a whorehouse after three leaking women had been all over it. But it was too late to do anything about that now.

She thought, There's no way I'll be able to make it back to the desk without someone noticing! These Ben Wa balls are too much! Maybe I can just teach my class standing here by the door? She felt the urge to break out in maniacal laughter, but just managed to suppress it.

CHAPTER 2

While Glory's vision of Alan getting help from Simone and Heather in getting relief for his blue balls was in no way implausible based on recent events, the reality turned out to be far different. As soon as he left Glory's classroom and closed the door, someone else was there for him.

Christine urgently grabbed his arm. "Alan! You got out early. What a lucky break!" She looked at him with determination and intensity.

Alan was miffed. He thought, Can't anyone leave me alone for at least one minute? How the hell am I going to get relief now, with Christine, of all people, clinging onto me?

He hid his disappointment as well as he could, but he couldn't help but ask, "Wait. Have you been standing out here the whole time, just waiting for me to come out?"

Christine shot him an angry look. Apparently, he was violating security protocols by saying even that much, even though there was no one around. She merely said, "Come with me."

Alan was still in an extremely erotic mood. He thought, If she's helping that much, she must really want my body. In his mind, Christine was taking him to the notorious little-used "stinky bathroom." She would rush in the bathroom, yank off her pants and panties, then bend over the sink with her legs spread wide. She'd say, "Alan, I forgot to mention it, but there's a price to be paid for having a bodyguard. I expect to get paid in cum daily, and I expect you to start now. So move! Fuck me hard and fill me up with your burning hot cum! Bust my cherry!"

Alan had an idiotic grin on his face as he vividly envisioned this, but he felt a hand yanking on his and that woke him out of his reverie. It was a rather peeved Christine practically pulling him away. He got the message and began keeping up with her, but he still kept the stupid grin and vague sexual thoughts about all the different ways he'd be "forced" to "pay" his bodyguard.

She hurried down the hallway. Just as they got going, the bell rang which indicated that the time for eating lunch was over and there was five minutes remaining for students to get to their next class. That meant the halls would soon be filling up with people. As Christine rushed along with Alan struggling to keep up, she made some small talk. "By the way, what was going on in there? I thought I could just barely make out some yelling."

Alan fibbed, "Oh, you know. Heather and Ms. Rhymer hate each other with a passion. Things kind of got out of hand." He thought to himself, You could say that again! He was so aroused that just about any thought would lead to a sexual fantasy, and the mention of Heather and Glory hating each other made it easy. He spaced out picturing a cat fight between teacher and student turning into a lesbian love-fest. His blank stare and idiotic grin came back with a vengeance.

Christine brought him back to the same empty hallway she'd taken him to earlier in the day, when she'd had him meet Michelle. In fact, they went to the exact same alcove. Only this time Michelle wasn't there and Christine pushed him into the alcove and then went in after him. It was a great spot to make out, and couples did use it for that purpose from time to time. But she remained partially in the hall and partially in the alcove so she could steal occasional glances to see if others might be coming their way.

They stopped, but Christine could see Alan was in another world. She waved her hand in front of his face and even snapped her fingers. "Alan? Hell-looo? Alan? Are you with me?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry." He struggled to focus on her words and not drop his eyes to her (unfortunately) thoroughly covered but still undeniably massive chest. He guessed her tits were about the same size as Susan's or Suzanne's, and he imagined a size competition where all three women were topless and rubbing their chests up against each other to determine who had the biggest rack. (That was hardly the most efficient way to compare sizes, but it sure worked for Alan's fantasy.) He lay underneath them all, fucking Christine and fingering Susan's perpetually needy ass. The stupid grin came back again.

Christine though was also partially distracted as she looked around to see if they had been spotted or followed. As she did this she said crisply, "Alan, this is very important! I was waiting for you all during lunch, but never mind that. It's part of my job. While I was waiting, and just after Heather" - she spat out Heather's name with obvious distaste - "and Simone went in there, Michelle came to give me some more news. Hot off the press, too! Too bad you weren't around to hear it straight from her. It turns out that her brother talked to her again. All kinds of things are going down!"

Up to this point, the main thought on Alan's mind had been how he was going to cum before the end of lunch. Seeing as he was with Christine, his hard-on had not gone down in the slightest. But the importance of her words finally got his attention and he did his best to focus. It was as if there was a solid haze of lust in front of his eyes, making everything a bit indistinct, that's how aroused he was. But he did his utmost to concentrate on her words. He stared at a wall so he wouldn't be distracted by her beauty, but he did it in a way to make it look like he was concentrating intensely instead of spacing out.

He asked impatiently, "Go on. What things?"

Aware that time was running out before the bell rang again, she began to speak faster. "Serious things! Very serious! There's this guy named Dave. He came to Gary and basically spilled the beans. He and Gary had been at a meeting that apparently took place this very morning, led by Rock and Ryan, with the sole purpose of planning revenge against you! They're planning all kinds of evil things!"

"What, exactly?" The sexual fog was lifting a bit more and fear was coming in instead.

"Well, actually, Gary wouldn't say. He doesn't want to be known as a snitch. He could get seriously beaten up. He's trying to pass on just enough so their plot will be spoiled, but not so much so that they'll be on to him as a traitor to their group. He wouldn't say who they were, or how many they were, or what they were doing, or when they're planning on doing it."

"Then what the hell DID he say?! Some help he is! And what about Dave? Will he say more?"

"No, he would be appalled if he knew Gary even told anyone his name. It's like this. Dave had a talk with Ryan some time after the meeting. He was concerned that the plan was too serious, that they were going too far. He didn't want to have to do serious jail time if the whole thing went bad."

"Jail time? Are you kidding me?" Alan was practically panicky now. His erection was finally starting to wilt, although the beauty of Christine's face so close to his made that difficult even in these circumstances.

She looked at her watch and continued even more breathlessly, "No! I'm telling you, this is bad! So Dave says he doesn't want to do it but he will go along with a more modified plan that's just the usual beating you up kind of thing. But Ryan says no go. All or nothing. Dave talked to Gary because he was going around trying to drum up support for a more modified plan. Gary told us Dave's name only because he says that if the whole thing goes to hell, we should remember that Dave at least isn't as guilty as the other guys."

"Oh, great. So he only wants to kick my ass instead of permanently maim me? What a pal."

"Probably something like that," Christine agreed, which didn't make Alan feel any better in the slightest. "Gary is concerned that Ryan and Rock are a bit out of control and have some kind of seriously crazy plan that's going to blow up in everyone's face. Here's where it gets really scary. The only real clue is that he said that 'Alan and his chick' should watch out. I took that to mean Amy."

"Slow down. 'His chick'?"

"Yes. Those were his exact words."

Alan's erection was completely gone by now, replaced by a dull aching in his loins. He felt a surge of adrenalin as he was hit by a desire to hurt anyone who might even think of hurting his precious and vulnerable Amy. "Let's get these fuckers! I want to talk to this Gary myself! Right now!"

"Hold on! Hold on! No way. If you do that, Gary will be completely lost to us. If you are seen with him, that's it. They'll be as much after him as they are after you. Let Michelle handle it. Force won't work. The only chance is that Michelle, his own sister, can wheedle more info out of him."

Alan found himself speaking quickly too, caught up in Christine's frantic pace. "But what am I supposed to do, then? If they're saying jail time, that sounds like felony kind of stuff! Are these guys mental?! And AMY! Not only that, but 'chick' could mean anyone! It could just as easily mean Katherine, couldn't it?"

"Maaaaybe, in theory," Christine replied, still talking like a New Yorker in a big hurry. "But your relationship with Amy is pretty notorious. That's half of what got them so cheesed off at you in the first place. So I'm almost positive it's her. But you're right, we should keep an eye on Katherine too, just to be on the safe side."

"Keep an eye? Keep an eye?! Jesus H. Christ, is that all we can do? We need to plan! Strike first!"

Again, Christine suspiciously scanned the halls, making Alan feel even more paranoid and afraid. "Hold on, Hormone Boy. They're the ones with the uncontrolled testosterone, lashing out at you blindly. We need to be clever and outsmart them. In the meantime, I've got you covered. They can't do anything with Amy or Katherine or anybody else without you there. The whole point is to get to YOU! I've gathered that the thing about your 'chick' is just bait to get you. So as long as you're safe, everything's cool. I'm going to be covering you like Saran-wrap at all times. Which leads me to the other thing we've got to discuss in this last minute or two. The cover story. Basically, while I was waiting for you during lunch I got to thinking. If I'm hanging around you all the time, people are going to start to wonder. If they figure out I'm your bodyguard, then I'll be a target too, and the element of surprise of a female with unexpected fighting skills will be lost. So that's why I need to be your girlfriend too."

"What?!" He'd made a solemn vow to himself that he could never get romantic or physical with Christine in any way, and he thought she fully understood this.

"Your pretend wanna-be girlfriend, I mean! Just think: it's the perfect cover. If everyone thinks that I'm all moony for you, then that'll explain why I'm following you around all the time. They'll think I'm a stalker-type or something. What do you think?"

"I think that's a good plan." Even with the action mode he was now in, the idea of Christine as "girlfriend" covering him "like Saran-wrap at all times" was giving him dirty thoughts. He got that silly, spaced out look again.

Christine waved her hand in front of his face again. "Alan? You are listening, aren't you?"

Alan stared at Christine's chest and it seemed like she was topless. But his vision cleared and her clothes reappeared in his mind. "Of course. I'm just tired. Have you alerted Amy? Or Katherine?"

She took another look at her watch, and frowned. "No, not exactly. I did talk to Katherine and I told her to talk to Amy, but that was at the start of lunch and before I got this latest update from Michelle. I mean, I just found out about all this like five minutes ago, and Michelle and Gary just talked a little before that. Still, Katherine knows enough to put her and Amy on their guard. I'll try to get to them between fifth and sixth, or after school. You try too. Now I gotta run. Later!"

Christine took off down the hallway at a full gallop.

Alan, surprised and overwhelmed by all the sudden developments, just had enough time to say, "Later! ... And thanks!" Then he too began running.

As Christine ran, she was smiling. She was intensely worried about Alan's safety, and even now she planned to linger in the hall if need be just enough to see that Alan made it to his classroom door (still on the second floor) before she bolted down the stairs to her own class. So normally she would have had an intense frown in such a situation, except for the fact that Alan had accepted her cover story idea. She also couldn't miss the way he'd been staring at her hungrily.

She thought with glee, Okay, so I'm not his real girlfriend. And maybe getting all excited about being a pretend girlfriend is a bit immature. I really do need to yank my nose out of the books and get more of a life. But this idea has so much POTENTIAL! I can flirt and maybe even kiss him, and it'll all be to further the cause of the cover story! I kind of really hope those Neanderthals don't try their plan for a long time, because I could really get into this bodyguard and pretend girlfriend thing. Maybe even after I KICK THEIR ASSES I should stay as his bodyguard and girlfriend just to be on the safe side! Yeah, that's it! Heh! Wooo!

She was so happy that it seemed more like she was flying down the halls than running down them.

CHAPTER 3

Alan had a difficult time in his fifth period. His penis kept getting hard for no reason, and there was nothing he could do about it. Images kept popping up in his mind such as a naked Christine draped over him "like Saran-wrap." He envisioned Christine, Susan, and Suzanne thrusting their racks into each other, Heather being sexually molested by the entire cheerleading squad, saw himself fucking a deliriously happy Glory in front of a bound, naked, and angry Heather, and much more. Needless to say, these were not helping him get rid of his hard-on.

Worse, Janice was in his class, and he really wanted to get a message to her, but she sat on the other side of the room. Passing a note containing any useful instructions would be far too dangerous. When class was over he tried to reach her, but she was gone in a flash and he had no chance.

He stood outside the class trying to see which way Janice had gone when Christine rushed up, all out of breath. "Alan! It's so good to see you! Do you mind if I tag along?"

They were in a crowded hall, and Alan could see that Christine was playing to an audience, trying out her new love-struck "cover story." Alan tried to play along, though he was slightly miffed that her presence denied him another chance to duck down a hallway and get some desperately needed relief for his blue balls. Her presence led to a surge in Christine fantasies. As she talked, he found himself thinking about how her lips would look and feel as they opened up to worshipfully take in his throbbing penis.

Then, as if reading his mind, completely out the blue she said in a harsh voice, "Alan, having so many lovers at once is wrong. It's immoral, and I won't stand for it."

Alan was taken aback. He asked, "Where did that come from?"

Christine's face seemed to go from anger to worry in a heartbeat. She looked around and said, "Never mind. Maybe later we can talk abo- no. Just forget it." She looked sad.

They walked together down the hallway in silence for a minute or two after that.

Alan was grateful he'd managed to avoid that discussion and tried not to say anything that might get her started again. To his surprise, Christine didn't try to pass him any serious information, though she did leave with a pointed, "I'll see you after school."

Alan also looked for, but failed to see, any of the cheerleaders or Simone. He especially hoped to find Amy or Katherine to help warn them, but they weren't around. He did run into Sean, however, and was glad about that. He needed to talk to him about a few things. Some of them, like the latest on his football player troubles, could be discussed in front of Christine. But others, like the need for Sean to get home quickly after school in time for Alan's surprise for him, definitely could not. And in any case, with all the searching for the others there was no time to discuss anything in private. So Alan just told Sean to make sure to meet him after school.

Sean naturally agreed. Sean also looked curiously at the way Christine was staring at Alan with lovestruck eyes. She seemed to be having a ball playing up her pretend wanna-be girlfriend role.

Alan thought, Sean must be thinking: "Lucky bastard! As if he doesn't have enough women, now even Christine is falling for him in a big way." I should probably tell him soon that this, for once, is just pretend. And in any case, I've already made my decision not to get physically involved with Christine, and I plan to stick with it. If I end up sleeping with her and dragging her into my freaky sex-obsessed harem world, then the "bad Alan" has won. She's just too good and pure for that, and it's not fair to my other loved ones to divide my attention up still further. So this pretend girlfriend thing is as far as it goes. I'm drawing a line in the sand on that, and nothing is going to get me to change my mind.

Alan didn't say much to Sean or Christine before they had to part for their classes. The truth was, he felt sluggish and out of sorts. The football player woes and his blue balls were getting him down.

His penis was so hard by this point that he thought it was a bit of a wonder that he could walk around without crouching over in the most obvious way. He had to take a couple of minutes and focus on an image of a nude Henry Kissinger eating greasy fried chicken before his penis softened up a bit.

Given his relentlessly horny mood, the last thing he wanted to do was play tennis, but that's what he had to do. As he sat in the locker room changing into his tennis clothes, he brainstormed for any excuse to get out of class. Then it hit him: a solution so obvious that he had to smack himself of the forehead. He realized that he still had the hall pass that Glory wrote for him in his pocket. It was the kind of a pass that was only good for a short break, like a quick trip to the nurse or the principal's office, so he couldn't get out of tennis altogether.

But he walked up to his tennis coach before class began and said, "Excuse me, but I have this pass, so I won't be able to make the whole class. I'm supposed to help out with moving some stuff right before the end of school."

The teacher nodded, uninterested. Alan still had his academic star reputation, so no hanky panky was suspected.

But hanky panky was exactly what was on Alan's mind. He hit a tennis ball back and forth, but his mind was elsewhere. He wondered, How early can I dodge out of class and make it over to the cheerleader practice in the theater room without making waves with my teacher?

In the end, he lasted about thirty minutes before hanging up his racquet. It was all he could do not to run to see the cheerleaders, but again he didn't want to draw attention to himself.

He'd passed his key to the theater room to Katherine well before lunch, because he had no plans on using it and he needed to give it to Amy or Katherine every day before cheerleader practice so their practice could take place. Normally this wasn't a problem, but today it meant that he had to knock on the door. Luckily, he had worked out a special knock with everyone on the "list" for occasions such as this.

Katherine opened the door, which gave Alan a small surprise. Just before opening the door she'd thrown on her cheerleader uniform and the others had retreated behind the curtain on the theater stage to be on the safe side, in case it turned out to be someone else. But the smell of sex was heavy in the air, so Alan knew the cheerleader orgy that he'd ordered must be in full swing.

Katherine had the door opened just a crack, but she pulled it wide and hustled him in. Once it was safely closed, she exclaimed, "Brother! What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," he replied.

He looked up and saw the theater curtain part and then open wide. To his delight, the other cheerleaders were all in various states of undress. Heather was in the middle of it all. Her hands were tied behind her back with lots of rope, and she was gagged as well (but not blindfolded). Since they were in the middle of the stage, it looked like the opening act to the most debauched play ever conceived.

Kim came bounding down the stage stairs and past all the empty chairs to meet him. "Alan! Thank God! You scared the shit out of us!" She wore just her cheerleader top. She kept it on as she came to him, perhaps feeling self conscious about the relatively small size of her breasts.

"Sorry for the surprise," he said, "but I realized I had a hall pass and came to check on things."

Kim caught up to him and got up on her tip toes to kiss him fully on the lips. She wrapped her half-naked body around his and began grinding and pressing into him.

The kiss looked like it would soon turn into a full on body grope, but before that could happen Alan turned to his sister, still standing there. "Sis, sorry to say this, but you should probably go, unless you want to see your brother do all kinds of unbrotherly stuff." He belatedly realized he shouldn't have put it that way, because her eyes lit up as if to say, "That sounds fine to me!"

But Katherine kept her cool and managed a pout. "Damn. I miss out on everything. I guess I'll go outside and I dunno. Get lost for a while, I guess."

Kim, meanwhile, was already entranced by Alan's rampant erection and grabbing at it with both hands through his pants. Despite the pants being there, she could nearly wrap her hands around it and that's what she was doing. She seemed to pay no mind to the fact that Alan's sister was standing right next to her.

However, Alan suggested, "Sis, why don't you just take off for home? No one is going to be expecting that. That's a lot safer than just hanging around." He didn't want to speak directly of the football player troubles with the other cheerleaders in earshot, but he assumed Katherine would understand what he was talking about, and she did.

Suddenly a great big frustrated moan came from Heather's direction. She'd been quiet and still, but now she was frantically trying to break free from her bonds.

Katherine continued to look Alan in the eye and pretended not to hear the sound of a zipper unzipping. She giggled. "I don't think Heather likes the idea of me going early. You see, Heather basically runs the cheerleader squad with no supervision due to budget cuts. But if one of us were to get caught doing something illegal like skipping school, her ass would be grass."

Alan briefly glanced down to see Kim's hands wrapped around his bared erection. He tried to act as if she wasn't there.

Then he looked over at Heather. He marveled at the way the head cheerleader looked: bound, gagged, writhing, and moaning, all the while surrounded by a bevy of naked beauties. He could feel his penis grow even harder in Kim's hands as he stared. "Well, we wouldn't want to do anything that Heather might not approve of," he said with great sarcasm.

Katherine winked. "Oh. Right. Then I just WON'T go home right now." She winked again. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. Believe it or not, one of Christine's friends gave me a special pager not an hour ago. It's got some kind of GPS tracking thing or something. I don't understand it all, but it's supposed to be a safety thing. So I'll be fine. Don't have too much fun without me, okay?" She almost put her hand over her mouth in embarrassment after saying this, but decided to brave it out instead and just keep talking. "Oh, and Amy's got the key now."

Alan had very carefully turned his whole body away from his sister and had to look over his shoulder to maintain eye contact with her, because Kim simply couldn't wait. Kim's only nod towards any self-control was to hold herself to jacking Alan off with both hands until Katherine left instead of fully blowing him. After all, she'd seen Alan and Katherine have sex lots of times so it was hard to pretend when there was such a delicious erection so throbbing, hot, and stiff so close at hand.

Since Katherine was already dressed, she picked up her backpack and put her hand on the door. She looked at Kim out of the corner of her eye and said in her best imitation of Sergeant Schultz on Hogan's Heroes, "I know nussink! Nussink!" Then she giggled and left.

The others waited for the door to close behind her. As soon as it did, Janice shouted, "Paaar-teee!" It was as if everyone had been holding their breath until Katherine left, and now they could exhale. Everyone seemed to be talking to Alan at once.

Kim attempted to drop to her knees - for someone who claimed to love women more than men, she had a remarkably strong passion for cocksucking.

But Alan held her up and began walking to the stage.

Kim did what she could to satisfy her lusts, continuing to stroke Alan's hardness with both hands while he walked to where the others remained clustered around Heather.

Janice, Joy, Kim, and Amy were busy talking to him, welcoming him, and propositioning him, but he couldn't make any sense of so many voices at once. Whatever clothing remained on was quickly coming off.

Amy stood up and gave him a long French kiss, but that hardly quelled the commotion at all.

So, with Amy draped around him and Kim's hands still apparently trying to surgically attach themselves to his penis, Alan raised up a hand. A sudden silence fell.

"That's better," he said, satisfied. "Kim, blow me. You're good at that."

She got to it right away. She was very good at it, and in no time she had him on the verge of cumming and squeezing his PC muscle. In his current state, it didn't take much.

He pointed to Janice, wearing nothing but her cheerleader top up around her shoulders. "Janice, let's hear the report. How goes it with Her Royal Bitchiness? Did she spill her secrets?"

"Unfortunately not. We've been having a hard time with her, as you might expect. She isn't naturally submissive to us like she is with you. In fact, when we first- Well, let me back up. In the locker room, it was like the calm before the storm because everyone knew what was going to happen but no one could talk with other girls milling around. But as soon as we all arrived here, Heather tried to take charge. She said that she was the head cheerleader and she was in charge, she made the rules, blah, blah, blah. It actually ended up in a kind of a cat fight. All of us had to gang tackle her, pretty much. She put up quite a fight, too. Scratched me pretty bad in a couple of places, for instance. It wasn't until we had her tied up and gagged that she finally stopped resisting. But we wasted a lot of time."

"I see. Did everyone take part?" He looked pointedly at Amy, who was working with Kim to take Alan's shirt and pants off so he could be as naked as she was. Amy's love of nudity was growing stronger and sometimes she seemed positively offended when the loved ones around her were still clothed.

Amy answered, a bit embarrassed, "It was kind of fun." She knew that taking part in a cat fight didn't fit Alan's perception of her.

As that answered Alan's question, he asked Janice, "And since then?"

Janice hung her head in defeat. "Not good. It's like I said. She really resents us trying to usurp her authority. Plus, none of us have the same connection with her that you do. I'm not even sure what we're supposed to do. I've led the way with a lot of spanking, on an already red and inflamed ass I should point out, but if anything she seems to enjoy it. Simone told us 'no mercy,' but it's not like we're expert torturers or anything. I'll admit, it's been fun. But every time we remove her gag to see if she's ready to confess, she just taunts us with insults."

"Hmm," Alan pondered. Then he said, "Well, you tried. Janice, let's see a titfuck from you, and Joy, you take my ass."

Kim pulled her mouth off of Alan's penis, very disappointed. "What about me? Don't you like me any more?"

As Amy hugged Alan from the back and rubbed her tits into his skin, Alan said calmly, "Kim, of course I like you. Please fondle my balls from below. But I really need to cum before I can get started with Heather, and I'm in the mood for a titfuck."

Kim, Janice, and Joy took their positions on their knees around Alan. Janice led the way, sliding his big rod between her boobs with short strokes so she could flicker the tip of her tongue on the tip of his penis at the same time.

With a nod from Alan, Amy went back to where she'd been sitting before Alan came in. She understood why Alan was dismissing her, since he had many chances a day to be with her but lately had very few to spread his seed to Janice, Joy, or Kim. So, disappointed but not complaining, she sat above Heather, who was lying on her stomach. With the others all preoccupied with Alan's privates, it was up to Amy to keep pumping one large dildo into Heather's ass and another into her pussy.

Alan mumbled, "This won't take long." Sure enough, within a minute he tensed up and decided to stop fighting the release.

Kim, holding his balls, could feel them tightening, and she jokingly shouted, "Thar he blows!"

Janice bent forward and took the head of his penis in her mouth. As a result, his unusually large load was entirely swallowed by the feisty redhead.

CHAPTER 4

After it was over, Alan sat on the stage. He could see Kim felt slighted. An idea popped into his head. "Kim, don't worry. I still think you're great. It's just that I wanted to see how Janice was with titfucks. Tell you what. I've got a special surprise for you. I'll give you the details later, okay? But it'll be fun."

Kim's happiness bounced back. "Okay."

Joy seemed a bit miffed as well, though. She complained, "So, is that how it's going to be from now on? 'Girl, you go here, and girl you go there,' like we're all just here to please you?"

Alan pondered this question while taking his pants off altogether. Eventually, he nodded. "Yeah. Pretty much. Is that a problem? If you're not into it, I'm sure someone else would be, so it's not like I'm forcing you or anything. I'll bet Amy here wouldn't have minded taking the ass position."

Amy nodded enthusiastically.

Joy, still glum, said, "No, it's not that. Of course sex is fun. It's just that the way you did it seems a bit, well, cold. That's all."

"You've got a point there," he ruefully conceded. He thought, She's quite right. It was cold. I came, but nobody else even came close to cumming. And you know what? It's just not as much fun this way. When there's no emotional connection and no attempt at friendliness, it's extremely cold. I think this is a glimpse of the future if "bad Alan" takes over completely: coldness, cruelty, and domination. That's not me. I let my urge to cum take me over completely.

He said very sincerely, "Sorry. It's just right then I was in the mood to get off as quick as humanly possible. It's usually not like that. I promise my next time with you will be different and I'll make it up to you. But that's just it: time. I never have enough. Right now I've got to launch into this whole Heather thing because we probably have twenty minutes max, if there's going to be time to get back to shower and everything. Can one of you take her gag off? Let's see how the bitchslut is doing. And let's get her up on a table so she'll be level with my penis."

Janice took the gag off and the others helped lift her up and put her face down on a nearby table.

However, Heather still didn't say a word.

Janice complained, "See what I mean? When we took that off last time, Heather cursed at us like a drunken sailor. But now she just stares ahead sullenly, like you lobotomized her or something."

Alan explained to Janice, "That's because she knows now that's she's in big trouble and she doesn't want to make it any worse. Isn't that right, Heather?"

Heather turned her head in Alan's direction. "Sir, this is the lamest bunch of wanna-be, sorry-spanking, limp-wristed excuses for torturers I've ever seen in my life. Frankly, it's embarrassing! I think it's pretty obvious who the natural leader of the cheerleaders is and who the pretenders are." She added crisply, as if in the military, "Sir!"

Amy had been stroking a pair of dildos in and out of Heather's holes, but Alan now waved Amy away from her dildo tending duties. He grabbed the anal dildo and began stroking it in and out, mostly to test to see how easily it slid. Then he asked a now panting and groaning Heather, "So. Who IS the leader of the cheerleaders, my bitchslut?"

Heather was about to answer herself, as if there was any question, but then she stopped. She drooped her head and said, "You are, Sir."

"And who is at the bottom of the 'list'? The lowest ranking out of all the cheerleaders?"

"I am, Sir."

Janice punched the floor in frustration as she sat there. "Alan! See what I mean? How do you DO that?! She would never say that to any of us in a million years! If she did, it would threaten her head cheerleader position."

Alan explained, while pumping Heather's ass with the dildo, "That's true, Janice, but there's more to it. It's all about attitude. The problem is, you come in here thinking that she's the head cheerleader and how do you wrestle information out of her? That's the wrong approach. You need to KNOW that she's no head of anything. She's nothing but a cocksucking bitchslut who exists solely to serve her Bitch Tamer's dick. She's the lowest of the low, a complete whore, except that she's lower than a whore because she's not even worth paying money to fuck. She has a nice body, true, but that's only because she was born and bred to be filled with hard cock and hot cum by the likes of me. Isn't that so, my bitchslut?"

"Yes, Sir," Heather answered, her face now burning red with embarrassment.

Janice tapped Joy, sitting next to her. "You see? You see? Friggin' unreal! If I said that same stuff, Alan, I don't think it would work."

Alan pulled both dildos out of Heather, then stood up and walked around to her front, leaving her holes unfilled. "That may be true," he noted. He looked down at his penis, which was starting to spring to life again. "For one thing, you can't just say it, you have to really mean it in the moment." He looked down at his flaccid penis. "Plus, it helps a lot to have one of these. Come here, Aims. Start stroking Alan Junior, okay?"

"M'kay!" His official girlfriend hopped up and had him fully erect in half a minute. Amy was very anally minded these days, so she kept one hand on his penis and used her other one to poke a finger in and out of his asshole, massaging his prostate.

Amy stroked him just inches away from the top of Heather's nose, which was exactly how Alan wanted it to be. Just the smell of it was intoxicating Heather's senses. The entire top half was smeared with pre-cum. She could feel her mouth watering in anticipation of being allowed to suckle on it. If asked, she still would claim to vehemently hate cocksucking, but with Alan it was completely different.

Alan watched Heather's mounting arousal with amusement. "Yep, it definitely helps to have one of these. Bitchslut, I'll bet you won't mind having Alan Junior give you some attention, would you?"

Heather didn't even look up because her eyes were locked onto his tantalizingly close penis. "No, Sir. Not at all, Sir."

"Where would you like him to go?"

"Up my ass. Naturally, Sir. It's looking pretty good for my mouth right about now, Sir, but anywhere is good. Tits, ass, cunt, or ass. Did I mention the ass?" She snickered a little at that. "As you point out, my body is here just to please you. So I'll take it wherever you want to give it to me, and then I'll beg for more. On my knees. I'm your bitchslut, Sir." She was amazed at how excited and happy she was to be saying these things.

"Interesting." Alan stepped forward, bringing his penis close enough to actually hit Heather on the nose. "Kim, please come here and lend a hand or two if you like."

Kim was up instantly. She put one hand on Alan's dick to share it with Amy, and brought the other to his balls.

Heather's eyes went wider and wider as she saw three hands frantically fondling Alan's privates and glimpsed Amy's arm between his legs indicating where the fourth hand was doing its work. She tried to lurch forward and touch the tip of his penis with her tongue, and she just managed to reach it, some of the time, depending on what the other hands were doing to it. But the slight touches only increased her desire instead of satisfying it.

She thought, Oh God, it's tastes so good! I think I'm losing my mind! If he doesn't flood at least one of my holes with that heavenly nectar, then ... well, I don't know what! I need it!

Alan said, "So. It's interesting. If I listen to your voice, you sound like such an obedient bitchslut. But you're not, are you? Actions speak louder than words, and you're keeping a secret from me. If you're so obedient, why don't you just tell me right now what your secret is, and I'll put this thing in any hole or crevice you desire."

Heather's eyes went wider still. She fervently wished her tongue were longer, but (unlike Xania or Suzanne's) she had no chance of even touching the tip of her own nose with it, much less reaching what was beyond her nose.

She thought, Alan, if you think the sight of all those hands from different girls, pumping, pumping, pumping! Pumping on that thick fuck staff! If you think that sight is getting to me... well, dammit, you're right! Slipping and sliding and squishing... GOD, he's well hung! But I can't give in! No! No fucking way! Heather never loses!

She strained at her ropes as strongly as she could, but it was hopeless to get free. Then she closed her eyes completely and withdrew her tongue. "I'd love to, Sir. You know I really would. But I can't do this. I've said before that this secret is for your own good, in the long run. I really do mean that. Sir."

"You realize that until I learn your secret you won't be seeing or touching this penis again. No more bitch training sessions. Nothing. Nada. Zip. You're on your own. I'll wipe my hands of you completely."

Alan's penis continued to bob and weave right at the tip of Heather's nose, occasionally bumping into her nose.

The room was dead silent while all eyes turned to Heather. They all waited for her response with bated breath.

Alan added, "If you tell me now, the full truth, I will actually fuck you good and then cum in your ass. For a lowly bitchslut like you, I don't think you realize what a rare honor it is to actually get a big hot load of Bitch Taming cum pumped into your ass. But I will make a special exception today."

"And then?" Heather panted.

"And then, naturally, you'll have to serve your punishment. You won't like it. In fact, you'll probably hate it. But that's all part of your training. You need to be trained in how to be an obedient bitchslut and an enjoyable fuck. You need to accept your role as nothing but a lusty busty collection of fuck holes. The girls around you, they are girls. Human beings. Whereas you're just a bitchslut. You're basically three holes and a pair of tits. You're nowhere near fully realizing that yet. I may have to keep you permanently chained to a bed, with your ass and cunt stuffed full to bursting with cock, plastic or otherwise, until you accept your station in life. I'm willing to take the time to do that if need be, but only if you make it worth my while. And that means telling me your secret. Now."

Alan instinctively understood Heather's mindset so well that he knew his words were a huge turn on for her, not a turn off. The idea of being chained to a bed and punished until she completely broke had huge appeal for Heather. She knew he'd never actually do it, but it was that kind of fantasy that she loved to hear from him. Further, she was outraged at his offensive and extremely chauvinistic words, but his crude language only drove her to higher ecstasies. She knew that was fucked up, but she didn't care.

He added, "This is your last chance and only chance." Alan started withdrawing his penis from her.

Heather appeared to break with that. "Okay! Okay. Damn you!'

"Damn you, Sir!" Alan corrected firmly.

Heather half-laughed, half cried, "Damn you, Sir!" There was a long pause. With Alan's penis still dangling an inch from her mouth and all the busy hands happily stroking it, Heather looked straight at it and felt awe at Alan's sexual dominance over her and the whole squad. She said, "Okay. You win. Again. Damn. The truth is, I didn't go home earlier, I went to see Rock."

Several girls, including Amy, gasped at that.

Heather said over the sound of increasingly loud sloshing and squishing, "But I wasn't plotting against you! No! I'm trying to help you! I've heard through the rumor grapevine of this new plot against you. There's little that escapes my notice at this school and I don't want you to get hurt! I mean, that would be like killing to goose that lays the golden eggs, right? I mean, this school would be so boring without you. So of course I'm going to do what I can to help out. I've got all kinds of plans in motion. Talking to him is just one. I've got other things going on during school and after school. I can't have that my Bitch Trainer in me, dulling my wits, while all kinds of important negotiations and plans going on. It's not good that you know, or that other people in this room know, because my plan requires stealth and surprise, but you left me no choice but to tell."

Staring in his penis and straining at her restraints, she concluded, "Are you satisfied? Do you see now why I was trying to keep this a secret? It's for your own good! Sir. Now please... just move forward another inch or two! Sir, please!"

CHAPTER 5

Alan stepped back, taking Amy and Kim and their stroking hands with him. As Heather looked up into his eyes in disappointment and confusion, he began a sarcastic slow clap. "Very nice, Heather. How very nice. Looks like they can stop the search for the new Mother Teresa to take over all those orphanages in India, because we have the new selfless saint right here. Wow. Or maybe we should just notify the Academy Awards for best acting job of the year?"

He looked around at the other girls. "Okay, everybody. New plan. This is going to be a group effort. I want all of you to get up and lay your hands on Heather. Stroke her body all over, focusing on the erogenous zones. But be very fleeting and feathery. Think like the tips of your fingers are feathers. Our goal is to work her up. Don't worry about my penis for now. I need a break anyway because you all are too sexy. Oh, and save her ass for me."

They all stood up and gathered round. Kim asked, "I don't get it. Is this supposed to be her reward or punishment?"

"Neither. We still have to get the truth out of her."

"What?" Joy asked. "You don't believe her?"

"Of course not!" Alan answered. "It's not that Heather is incapable of doing those nice things to help me out. But before she'd do something like that, she would want to negotiate with me first to get the best possible reward in return. She's not going to do something like that just out of the kindness of her own heart, at least not the Heather that exists now. I'm trying to change her, but in no way am I that successful already. If she'd laid out a more selfish plot, I probably would have fallen for it, but not that saintly pile of crap she's trying to sell me on."

"Damn!" Heather muttered.

Alan laughed. "You see? It's complete crap. Plus, I know she had a bitter break up with Rock not that long ago, especially from his point of view, and I just don't see them talking already." Speaking to Heather directly, he said, "Seriously, Heather, you're just a puffed up, stuck up, cum dump. The notion that you could pull off some kind of successful scheme against me is just absurd. I would have seen through you sooner or later no matter what you said, and the longer it takes me to find out something like that, the worse my punishment is going to be. So now let's hear the truth."

He walked to her backside and stood between her open legs while the others watched him intently.

Heather was the only one not in a position to see him, but she could feel his legs brushing up against her thighs. She asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see." He placed his hard penis between her burning ass cheeks. He'd started to get them red during lunch, but Janice and the others had finished the job and they were practically glowing now from too many recent spankings.

Meanwhile, Janice, Joy, Kim, and Amy were running their hands all over Heather. They seemed to be really getting into it, except possibly for Joy, and were making the exact kind of feathery brushes over her skin that he'd been hoping for. The only problem was that they seemed to enjoy making those same kind of brushes on him as much as on her, and more than one hand ended up lingering on his balls or ass or the like. Janice in particular was fondling him more than the head cheerleader she hated so much, but it felt so good he couldn't really complain. Overall, they were working Heather up just as he'd hoped they would.

Alan had a couple of the others take a little break though to rearrange and tie her legs to some nearby furniture so that they were nearly even wider apart than before. So, with Heather buck naked, face down, bound, and legs splayed apart, he stepped forward until his penis rested above her asshole.

He began poking the tip of his penis at the entrance to her ass. His erection was well lubed up with pre-cum and saliva, so he at least would have no problem if he chose to plunge it into her. However, he did not. As he poked and prodded, he said, "Come on, Heather. You're my one and only bitchslut. You know that. It would be such a shame to never fuck you again. But you know I've got another dozen women I'd be just as happy to fuck as you, don't I? And some of them take it in the ass even better and more enthusiastically than you do." He winked at Amy, glad that Heather was unable to see.

Heather didn't answer this. The threat didn't bother her that much because deep down she felt that no woman could possibly be any better at sex than her, let alone anal sex. But still, there was fear.

Alan continued, seductively, "I'm the only one who knows how to ring your bell. I'd hate to think of the kind of pathetic guys you'd have to try to satisfy yourself with after me, because now this truly is your last chance. No one else knows you and knows what you need like I do. No one else even BEGINS to understand your ass and its very special needs. I'm not saying wants, I'm saying NEEDS. Your inner bitch needs me now, doesn't she? I could fill your ass up with hot, hard, pulsing fuckmeat this very instant if you tell me the truth, or I could just walk away."

He continued to rub his penis everywhere while he talked. Her hot ass cheeks, her ass crack, but most especially her anus got his attention. He pushed the head of his penis into her just a little bit, but never enough to sink the crown completely inside her. It was just enough to make her think he was going in all the way, stretching her super-sensitized anus open around his penis head, and then he would pull back. Repeatedly.

Heather grew hotter and hotter. It seemed like a million hands were all over her, driving her crazy. (The wandering hands seemed to actually wander over Alan at least as much as Heather by now, although Janice had redirected her attention and seemed to have her hands on Joy as often as not, but the overall effect for Heather was stunning nonetheless). All those hands seemed to understand Alan's intent, which was to bring Heather as close to a climax as possible but not to actually let her get there.

The effect was maddening. Heather lost all sense of time. She could feel she was beginning to crack. Snippets of Alan's outrageous comments like "You're basically three holes and a pair of tits" and "I may have to keep you permanently chained to a bed" flashed through her mind. She needed to cum so badly she could cry, and if only someone would touch her clit she was sure she'd have the climax of a lifetime, but everyone was deliberately avoiding touching here there. Alan's teasing penetrations of her anus were driving her insane with a lusting need. Deep inside her asshole, she felt a burning itchiness that she knew she herself could never reach or scratch. Finally, she asked, panting and heaving, "Alan. Sir. If I talk... will you... go easy... on the punishment?"

Alan replied as he dipped his penis head nearly all the way into her desperately needy asshole, only to pull it back out at the last second, "No. Of course not. I must be fair. In fact, because you lied to me, the punishment will have to be twice as severe. You can't win. Don't even try. Just accept your role as my bitchslut. Embrace it. Love it. Get ready for the ass fucking of your life."

Heather moaned, "'Embrace it!' ... Yes. ... Love.... Oh God, oh God!"

Everyone felt that Heather had a climax coming on, so all hands left her skin, and Alan pulled his penis back as well.

The crisis passed. She came tantalizingly close to relief, but it slipped away. She cried out in anguish. Her entire ass blazed with a frustrated need to be fucked.

Then Heather moaned, loudly and repeatedly. A strangled and frustrated whimper came out of her. "Okay! Okay!" She paused to catch her breath. "Here's the deal. ... I... put... a... tape recorder..." She paused even longer, as she was having too much trouble talking at all. Then she continued, still panting as if on the verge of hyperventilation, "Under... a desk. ... In... Ms. Rhymer's class. ... Room."

"A-ha," Alan said happily, more than a little surprised that she was actually confessing. "What desk?"

"Front row. ... Far ... left. ... Very small... recorder. ... Size of a ... half-dollar..." Alan's penis was poised at the entrance to her asshole once again, making it even more difficult for her to breathe than before. She seriously wondered if it was possible to die of anticipation from heart seizure or lack of oxygen or some similar cause. She could feel her asshole beginning to stretch again. The deliciously sensuous friction as her anus slipped onto his pulsing rod like a second skin as he pressed ever so slightly inwards into her was driving her to the brink of insanity.

Alan let the crown of his penis head slide completely inside Heather's powerfully throbbing asshole, making Heather gasp in unrestrained lust. He was giving her a small reward to encourage more honesty. But he stopped and even threatened to pull back a bit as he said with surprising calmness, "I see. And I can take it from there. You were planning to record her, hoping to catch her saying something incriminating I imagine. Probably figuring you could catch her with me. Then you blackmail her."

"Yes. ... She's... no... good. ... Good for you. ... No good for you. ... Stuck up... tiny-titted..."

Alan cut her off, figuring correctly that Heather was about to launch into a litany of complaints about Glory, which would take forever the way Heather was still struggling to breathe. He said, "And the less I see Glory during lunch, the more time I can fool around with you. That's part of it, isn't it? Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I REALLY am not doing anything physical with her. If what happened today during lunch didn't convince you, then nothing will. So you can just leave her alone already." He jerked his hips back and his penis pulled out of her ass with an audible pop. "Is that clear?"

Heather gasped in distress and whimpered miserably, "Yes... Sir. ... Yes, Sir."

Alan didn't believe that any more than he believed the moon was made out of cheese, but he figured at least maybe Heather would leave Glory alone for a little while. "Is there anything else?"

"No... No, Sir. ... That's it."

"So how is this supposed to benefit me exactly? You said I'd be grateful."

"Because she's no good for you! ... Sir!" Heather gasped out at once, with great effort. She thrust her ass backwards desperately several times, as if she could find his penis again and suck it back into her aching depths.

Alan rolled his eyes with obvious disbelief. "Okay, that's enough." He heard a great sigh of satisfaction as he put his hard-on back on her ass crack. He then pushed into her asshole as he'd done dozens of times in the last few minutes, only this time he didn't stop. Her ass was so ready for him that he was able to thrust all the way into her fuck-hungry butt with one long stroke.

She screamed, "YYeeeeeessSSSSSSsssssss!! Aaaaaarrrraaaaagggggaaahhhhhh!"

Heather's body lit up like a firecracker. To say she exploded in ecstasy would be an understatement. The other girls, still stroking her everywhere, all stepped back and stared in awe as Heather's body thrashed about like she was being riddled with machine gun bullets. Had it not been for all of her bindings there's no telling what would have happened to her in her thrashing about. As it was, she managed to free herself from the bonds on both of her legs. She kicked so wildly that the others had to step back even further.

Alan, luckily, was in the eye of the storm positioned between her legs or he might have been seriously injured. Even so, the crushingly strong muscular grip on his penis as Heather bore down on him in all her orgasmic might made his eyes cross and blur.

Just as suddenly, Heather's body completely collapsed. It was as if she had died. If fact, it was so very much exactly like she had died that everyone sighed in relief when her panting and heaving resumed again.

Alan too, found the whole thing extremely exhausting, both mentally and physically. He slumped back on the floor. He slowly pulled his penis out of Heather's remarkably strong anal grip once she started to relax a bit. He ended up lying down and sprawled out. However, his penis was still hard, and now it pointed straight up in the air as he lay there.

Janice looked over at his erection with an expression of awe. "You didn't cum in her? I don't believe it!"

Alan was more than a bit surprised himself. There was really no controlling what was happening in the middle of Heather's wild climax. She'd squeezed his penis so hard in all her thrashing that it very much seemed at times that her asshole would swallow it whole. Perhaps because of that, his penis seemed to have gone into some kind of defensive posture. But Alan bluffed it out in an effort to boost his reputation still further. "I thought about it, but since Heather lied to me, I decided that now's not the time. She's not deserving today."

"Wow..." Several girls said at once, in an almost reverent tone.

Then Janice said, half in jest, "After witnessing all that, I have a sudden urge to do something really, really bad to you, just so I can get punished!" Everyone laughed, except the nearly comatose Heather.

Alan laughed too, but he also realized that she was only half-jesting and if she and the others followed up with real action, that could be a serious problem. He said darkly, "Don't even think about it. Each person's punishment is different. This is what Heather needs right now. Believe you me, if I punished you, you wouldn't like it one bit."

This was followed by a long silence. No one seemed keen to move at all, and no one even bothered to or had the energy to touch Alan's dick, still sticking straight up in the air.

Finally, after several minutes of rest, the bell rang, indicating the end of the school day.

Alan pulled himself up and went to the sink so conveniently located in the theater room, and began washing up. He had a sneaking suspicion that Christine would be looking for him, so he didn't want to wait until he got to the locker room to clean up, in case she got to him before then. Thinking about people trying to find him made him remember the whole football player problem, and his body visibly slumped.

The others were in no hurry to move, especially Heather (who still had her arms tied behind her back). The only exception was Amy. As soon as the bell had rung, she bounced up with an energy that made the others groan in envy. She quickly dressed and freshened up. She made the weary Alan, who was trying to do the same thing, look like he was standing still.

She was ready to leave before Alan could even find his shirt. She came up to him and handed him the theater room key.

"Where are you going in a big rush?" he asked wearily.

"Oh, no biggie," she replied. "It's an art thing, happening after school. I'm kind of excited."

"Oh. Well, have fun. ... Oh! What about safety? Did you hear about the latest developments with the football players and that you might be a target?"

"Sure. But don't worry. I know how to take care of myself. In fact, I've arranged for my own bodyguard of sorts."

"You did? Okay. Cool. See you at home soon?"

"You know it!" She grabbed his erection, now under his pants but still showing no signs of subsiding. "Save some of this for me, m'kay?" She kissed him on the lips, briefly, then headed out.

Alan continued to get dressed. He felt a little bit glummer now that Amy was gone. Even though she'd been mostly in the background during everything that happened in the room today, her mere presence lifted him up and gave him strength. When she left it was like someone had turned the lights out.

Alan walked back to where Heather remained bound, though now she at least was calmer and breathing evenly. "Bitchslut. Listen. I'm going to go get the recorder right now. You don't want to even begin to imagine the trouble you'll have if it's not there and I find out you were lying to me. Again!"

"It's there," Heather replied wearily.

"I believe you this time. But now, your punishment begins. I'm sure Simone will be looking for you, since you two always go home together. She was supposed to torture you more if what happened here wasn't enough to learn your secret. Now, she'll still torture you, but merely as the start of your punishment. But trust me, that's just phase one. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but there has to be some way to stamp this rebellious, backstabbing evil out of you."

He waved good-bye to the others and made his way to the door.

Kim though, got up from her stupor and met him naked at the door. She said in a low voice, away from all the others, "Alan? You said something about a surprise you'd tell me about later?"

"Oh, right." He dropped his voice down low. "Keep this a secret so the others won't get jealous. We're going to be having a party tonight at my house and I want you to come. I want to show you how appreciated you are, especially for all you did when I was starting out with you know who." Even though he was sure no one else could hear them, he didn't want to say Katherine's name, just to be completely safe. "I don't know what time it'll start, but you can call the house and find out. Just tell them I invited you, and only you. Okay?"

"Okay!" she whispered back.

Alan winked at her, then on impulse leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. With another wave to the others, he opened the door and went outside.

Heather, still lying face down and bound, suddenly felt like laughing. She thought, Alan's good. Damn good. I have to give him credit. He's almost a worthy opponent. It'll be fun to play with him once we're officially boyfriend and girlfriend. But really, who does he think he's trying to fool with all this "three holes and a pair of tits" kind of crap? Does he think those are any more than sexy words meant to excite me? So he learned about the recorder hidden in Glory's class. Big whoop. I'll do something else to get back at her soon enough. After what she learned about me today at lunch, there's no way I can just let her be. She's living on borrowed time, as far as her relationship with Alan is concerned. And if I don't force her out of her teaching job by Christmas break, I'll be amazed.

Meanwhile, I still have the OTHER recorder I carefully placed today. I'm never going to give THAT up! And while it may take longer to get some good dirt from that one, it'll pay off, by and by. I did learn one thing that was a good bit of luck, though. When it comes to Alan, it's good to always have at least two schemes going on at once. That way, if he makes me confess, I can always confess the unimportant one and keep the good one going. Like today. Ha! Smurf Boy thinks he's such hot shit, but he's no match for me. Nobody is. And the way he made me "confess" - give me a break!

Okay, true, it worked. I'll give him that much. He did make me tell the truth against my will. But damn, it was so much fun! I'll gladly think up ten new schemes just so he can "torture" each one out of me! It's not like he's ever really going to give me up. Get real! He loves my games and my fucking around as much as I do, he just doesn't realize it yet. He's stuck with me no matter what I do, so I'm going to keep on keeping on, knocking off all my competitors for his affections, one by one. I think Simone may be next until Glory drops her guard. My so-called "friend" needs some reminding as to who really runs this school.

CHAPTER 6

Alan was extremely drained. Incredibly drained. It wasn't so much the physical as the mental. Doing something like "torturing" Heather into spilling her secret required him to be at the top of his game mentally, just as if he was taking a big test like the SATs. But it also had a vital and demanding physical component, and it seemed to be just one of many such demanding situations he'd been forced to be in ever since he woke up. The main reason why he didn't have anyone take care of his erection after he finished with Heather was because it was so much easier just to lie there and recuperate.

He was grateful for the final school bell because that meant that he had a four day weekend ahead of him. He envisioned watching football games, playing video games, eating turkey, and generally vegging out and recovering. Sure, there was bound to be a lot of sex in there, but it could be more at his pace, and with the core group that he loved the most.

But the bell didn't mean that his school troubles was over. Far from it. As soon as he stepped out of the theater room and into the little used-hallway that led to it, Christine was there.

He was so sluggish though that it took him some time to mentally register her presence.

Christine by contrast, seemed as fresh, energetic, and mentally sharp as ever. She also seemed worried and peeved with his disappearance. She raised an eyebrow and looked to the theater room door.

Aaah, shit! What does she know about that? Christine is like some kind of delicate flower. If she finds out the full depravity of the S-Club, my friendship with her is gonna be cooked. Never mind what goes on at home - her head would completely explode if she found out about that! She must know with her little Goody Goody network that I come and go from this room a lot, and she must assume based on everything she knows about me that sex goes on in there. But if she were to actually learn the details, that would be a whole different matter. It's like what Glory said earlier: it's one thing to know something theoretically, it's another to see it face to face.

Christine said, "Alan! Thank goodness I found you. What happened? I rushed to the tennis courts after school, and you're here instead?"

Alan thought, She's on a fishing expedition. I can't give an inch because she knows too much already. "It's a long story. I'll tell you later. Why are you looking so worried?" He began to walk away.

Christine, on the other hand, remained standing by the theater room door. "All kinds of news! For one thing, Rock is back on school grounds! He must have left his school early to get here so fast, so it's important! For another, Ryan has his people looking all over for you. I think their plan is going down right now! This is it!"

"Ooooooh shit. Just what I needed. Is there any way I can put this off? I'm really not up for it." He began to walk away again, hoping Christine would follow. He didn't want her there if someone else came out of the theater room, especially if it was Heather.

"I don't know," Christine replied uncertainly, still standing in place. "Where's Amy? Or Katherine?"

"FUCK! Shit, shit, shit! Katherine should be home and okay by now, but Amy said something about meeting somebody! It's really unusual for her to meet someone after school. That's totally weird, in fact. Do you think she's the bait? Come on, let's go! Hurry!" Alan started running, but he was running rather slow.

"Where are we going?" Christine asked, surprised at the slow pace he was setting.

Thinking about Heather's recorder, he said, "First, I have to go to Ms. Rhymer's classroom. It'll only take a second, but it's extremely important. Meanwhile, have you seen my friend Sean?"

"No."

"Simone?"

"No."

(Little did Alan realize, but Simone was lurking just a short distance away, waiting for Christine to go away so she could talk to Heather. But Simone was oblivious to Alan's current crisis.)

"Anyone else who could help us?" Alan was disturbed by his extremely short list of useful and potential allies. He thought briefly about enlisting the help of some of the girls back in the theater room, but they all seemed so lethargic they would only slow them down. Plus, he didn't see what help they'd be in a physical confrontation mostly facing big linebacker types.

As Alan and Christine hustled across the school grounds, Alan yelled, "I think I know where Sean is. This way!"

He made a slight detour from a direct bee-line to Glory's so he could pass where he assumed Sean would be waiting for him.

Sure enough, Sean was there, sitting on a ledge alone, holding his large backpack.

Alan yelled, "Sean! Sean! Come here!"

Sean picked up his pack and hurried to Alan. He caught up and began jogging along. "What's going on?"

Alan said as he ran, "Come with us! It's very, very important! I'll explain later!" Since Alan was tired and winded, he didn't say any more.

As they all rounded a corner to head into the school building, suddenly they came face to face with two very bulky linebackers.

Since Alan was leading the way, he had the hardest time stopping without running into them, but he managed, just. He drew himself up into a boxing stance even though his only knowledge of how to fight came from watching movies like "Rocky." Sean and Christine similarly moved into fighting stances.

The linebackers just stood there like bouncers guarding the entrance to a nightclub. One of them laughed, and said, "Plummer. Are you and your friends looking to get your ass kicked? Never mind, that's not what we're here for. I was told to tell you to come to the guy's locker room immediately. Ryan is there and he wants to talk."

Realizing a fight wasn't imminent and already knowing that Ryan was looking for him, Alan dropped his stance and edged his way past the two muscular giants. "I know already. I'll be there." He and his friends kept walking.

But the one that had spoken grabbed Alan by the collar. "Are you as dumb as you look? The lockers are that way." He nodded in the direction from where Alan had just come."

"I know that," Alan griped. "Jesus! I'll be there in five minutes. Now, leave me alone."

The two linebackers seemed satisfied with that and started walking in one direction while Alan and his two friends continued hastily in the other. Soon they were leaping up the stairs to the second floor where Glory's classroom was.

Alan, in his adrenalin-charged excitement, pounded on the door. "Glory! It's me, Alan! I'm here with some friends! Please open up! It's an emergency."

Glory was in a bad way. Ever since lunch, her naughty and increasingly exhibitionist side had taken control. She had kept the Ben Wa balls inside her pussy for all of her last two classes and still had them inside her now. She was on such an erotic high that it seemed every move she made, every single step she took around the classroom, she almost reached a climax. Almost, but not quite. It was delightfully maddening. She wondered how it was possible her fifth and sixth period classes didn't notice anything odd. Luckily, she'd only done this kind of thing with her fourth period class before, so she figured the excuse she gave that she was feeling under the weather would be believed.

It had been five minutes since school let out and about two minutes since the last student had left her classroom. Glory had been going wild. She had her legs spread wide and her feet up on the desk as she had just frigged herself to an extremely satisfying conclusion. She was so worked up that she was already starting in on reaching another.

But the knock on her door sent her into a panic. She would have pretended not to be in at all except that it sounded like Alan had some kind of real emergency. She jumped up, wobbling dangerously when her Ben Wa balls "jumped up" with her and wouldn't stop moving. Then she found a can of air freshener and some wipes in her purse. With one hand she tried to wipe her thighs and pussy clean of her juices and with the other she madly sprayed the air freshener all around. Meanwhile she cried, "I'm coming! Just a minute!"

Straightening out her far too short skirt, she tried to calm her breathing and walk normally to the door. However, she still had the Ben Wa balls within her and they made walking so delightful! Even though she'd climaxed a minute or so ago and her pussy was positively worn out from hours of excitement, she immediately wanted to cum again. And again. As she reached to open the door, she prayed that Alan didn't want to start something sexual with her because she knew that in her current state she would fold like a house of cards.

She'd heard Alan say he was with some friends, but she was nonetheless surprised when she opened the door and found Sean and Christine there as well. She knew Sean and Alan were good friends of course, but her gossip network was silent so far on why Alan and Christine were together so much all of a sudden. Knowing Alan's sexual prowess, his past history of unsuccessfully asking her out, and Christine's busty chest and stunning looks, Glory leaped to the conclusion that Alan and Christine must be lovers.

So she opened the door not only looking frazzled, sweaty, and harried, but also shocked and awed.

Alan closed the door behind him and said, "Glory, Sean, Christine, you all know each other already. Glory, these two are helping protect me from the football players. I think they're out to hurt me again. We've gotta run, but first I need to check something."

He rushed to the front corner desk Heather had indicated and began feeling around the underside of the desk.

Very gingerly and slowly, Glory walked over to that side of the room where Sean and Christine stood already. As Alan continued to search, she asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Dammit! Nothing here!" Only paying half attention to the question, he answered, "Uh, Heather supposedly confessed that she- a-ha! Wait!" He'd tried under the desk, under the seat, and just about everywhere he could think of, but found only wads of old gum. However, he finally went a little deeper between two support bars where there was a one-inch space and found a small round object that fit perfectly inside that crack. He couldn't believe how small the fancy electronic gizmo was.

He pulled it out and held it up for inspection. "Here we go. Heather confessed that she left this here. She was hoping to catch you, Glory."

Sean interrupted, "How did you find that out?!" He was always very keen to know what went on between Alan and Heather.

Alan looked around at his present company and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. "The cheerleaders just told me." He kept an eye on Christine - did she with her high intelligence put two and two together and figure out what he'd been doing in the theater room just now? He decided not to even think about those possibilities, and pressed on. "I guess this is some kind of bug or recorder or something. We should examine it later. But the point is, she was going to keep this here until you said something incriminating and then, I assume, blackmail you."

Glory was so hopped up on an erotic high thanks to the Ben Wa balls, and just plain shocked on top of that, that she stood silent. Finally, and not at all surprisingly, she muttered, "That bitch!"

Alan handed the object to Glory. "We've got to run, so why don't you check this out? I trust you'll destroy it or otherwise take care of it."

Glory nodded. She still looked wide-eyed and wild.

Alan finally slowed down enough to take a better look at Glory and notice something odd. But he pressed on, "Actually, I'm about to run off to a potential big confrontation and it would be great to have a teacher there. Can you come?"

Glory thought for some moments. She looked at how the three students stood eagerly and she realized they were ready to literally run. She thought, Run? In the state I'm in, I can't even walk! Even if I somehow get these Ben Wa balls out of me without them noticing, I can barely do more than stand in this short skirt with no panties. And even if I had a longer skirt, I'm in such a state of sexual arousal that I'd probably lose it totally before we even left the building. Even if I take a few minutes to compose myself, what about the skirt?! Oh damn. What have I become?! Alan needs my help and I'm not there for him!

Seeing the three of them look at her with increasing curiosity, she knew she'd have to answer fast. "Uh, actually, as you can see, I'm feeling quite ill. I think I ate something at lunch that didn't agree with me. Do you need me in particular or can any teacher do?"

Alan quickly answered, "Any teacher, really."

Glory mentally breathed a great sigh of relief even as she tried to remain poker faced. Thank God for that! That just saved me from making a complete fool and public spectacle of myself. Even though he and I can no longer be together, I still very much want to help him if he needs me.

The relief in her face was evident as she said, "Why don't you try Mr. Jackson next door? I think he said something about having to stay after school all this week to work on some things." Mr. Jackson was Alan's elderly art teacher. He was generally friendly and sympathetic to Alan.

Alan had been with Glory all throughout lunch and knew she didn't eat a bite. He could tell that her behavior and appearance was strange all around. But he'd have to wait to ask her about her condition some other time. He just nodded and said "Thanks! We'll do that!" And then he and his friends rushed off again, closing the door behind them.

Glory staggered back to her desk and sat back on it. She let out a big breath. Phew! What a day! That was a close one. But now I've done it! I've resisted the temptation. I've survived this thankfully short week and passed the danger point. By Monday, my withdrawal from my Alan addiction should be over. And now I find out he's doing Christine, too! Does he have no shame?! That's even more reason for me to sexually avoid him. I should be relieved. Very relieved. I can go back to normal now. I need to be there to help him and straighten him out, not give in to my selfish lusts. Look what happened just now where I couldn't give him the timely help he needed because I was acting like an even bigger slut than Heather. This is the last time I come to school without panties, that's for sure!

She sat back to further rest and recover. I should feel good. I made it. But why do I feel so empty? And why do I still have these Ben Wa balls in me? Have I crossed some kind of line of sexual depravity that I can't get back from? No matter what choice I make, I'm bound to feel bad about it.

Despite still feeling so horny she could scream, Glory silently wept at her predicament and especially at her inability to help Alan when he really needed her.

CHAPTER 7

Alan, Sean, and Christine walked briskly across the school with Mr. Jackson. Because the teacher was there, they couldn't say much with each other.

Alan was relieved that Mr. Jackson didn't show impatience and say things like "This had better be good." But on the other hand he seemed skeptical about Alan's claims.

As they crossed a grass field and drew near the school gym containing the locker rooms, Alan saw one football player who appeared to be a lookout walk inside the building. Alan assumed he was reporting to Ryan and Rock that Alan was coming.

Right as they came to a short staircase leading into the building, Alan stopped, bringing the progress of the group to a halt. There was uncertainty on his face. On one hand, he wanted to be a take charge leader, but on the other hand he very much wanted advice and encouragement on what to do.

Christine could read his face and said, "Relax. Don't worry. We've got a teacher with us, so there's no way there's going to be any violence. Let's get this over with. The longer we wait, the more time they have to harass Amy."

Alan was filled with dread. He envisioned a dozen or so beefy football players attacking him as soon as he walked through the door, teacher or no teacher. But worse than that, he was horrified by visions of Amy being gang raped right before his eyes. It was the latter vision, plus the words from Christine, that gave him the resolve to go through with whatever might be beyond the doors in front of him.

They walked in through the main doors of the building and entered a well-used hallway. From it, there were doors leading to the men's showers and lockers, women's showers and lockers, plus various offices, storage rooms, and so forth. There were no people to be seen.

They came to the door leading to the men's section. There was another pause as Alan said, "I guess we should try here, first." The tension was rising and even Mr. Jackson seemed a bit spooked.

Alan opened the door and... nothing.

No one could be seen, just the usual rows of lockers. Normally there was a big rush of activity in the lockers right before the last school bell and for a few minutes after, then again periodic rushes as various sports groups with after school practices finished their activities. But between ten and fifteen minutes after school, as it was now, the lockers were usually empty or nearly so.

However, as the doors finished swinging shut after them, they became aware of the sound of voices. They began heading towards the voices wordless and very quietly, as if they were police sneaking up onto criminals.

As they made their way down a long row of lockers the voices became clearer. Alan could recognize Amy's voice, which set his heart beating faster than its already quick pace.

He reached the end of the locker row first, turned the corner, and...

Alan couldn't believe his eyes.

There, on a long bench in front of yet more rows of lockers sat Amy and Ryan, talking and smiling and carrying on in a friendly manner. They both were looking at a book in Amy's lap and staring at it with rapt attention. That was the last thing Alan expected.

Elsewhere, now that they stood at a crossing point between sets of locker rows, Alan became aware that there were other athletes milling about here and there. One peeked around a corner to look at them, stared at Christine in surprise, noted the teacher, then looked at Alan.

Alan was shocked to realize that the guy looking around the corner at him was none other than Amy's brother Brad. Alan felt a brief moment of relief until he realized that Brad's gaze was filled with not only cold disgust, but open mistrust and distaste.

Brad motioned over a couple more guys from the other side of the lockers, pointed at Alan and said something.

Alan couldn't quite make out all the words, but he gathered Brad was criticizing Alan for being an uncaring and unsatisfying boyfriend to have his girlfriend hanging out in the boy's locker room.

The guys all laughed, slapped Brad on the back with a loud round of "Good one Brad!" before going behi