"You bastard! You fucker! You asshole!" Stacy spat and cried, strugglingfrantically as Neil dragged her back, but it was no use. She was thrown backonto the couch, and Sharon once again held her down. This time, Neil also stoodbeside the couch, ready for any further trouble. Stacy brought her hands up toher face and began to cry.

Gary walked over and picked up his glasses. After examining them to makecertain they were not damaged, he slipped them back on his face and lookedacross at Stacy. "That’s fifty-five, now," he said mildly.

Stacy just stared at him with tear filled eyes. "You’re crazy," she sobbed. "Iwon’t do anything like that. I can’t… you can’t make me."

"Let me tell you the alternatives," Gary answered, resuming his earlier pacing."If you refuse, we will send copies of that tape to every guy at school. Wewill post the still pictures - you haven’t seen them yet, but I can tell youthat they are every bit as revealing as the video - at suitable places aroundthe school and the town. We will even try to sell them to some magazines, if wecan." Stacy sobbed on the couch as he continued his litany of threats. "Then,we will release the cassette tapes of you buying the stolen test papers fromNeil. In particular, we will see that Dr. Grossman will get a copy. I’m sure hewill know what to do with it."

Stacy knew too: expulsion if she was lucky; criminal prosecution if she wasnot.

"On the other hand," Gary continued inexorably, "if you play our game, no onewill have to know about these tapes and pictures. There are thirty-two weeksleft in school; fifty fucks… fifty-five, rather, is barely more than threeguys every two weeks. Easy. And no one would have to know; you could do it asdiscreetly as you liked." Stacy began to control her sobbing, and startedlistening seriously to what Gary was saying. "What’s more, you don’t evenactually have to fuck every time. As long as they ejaculate somewhere in yourbody, we don’t care where it is: cunt, ass, mouth… whatever."

Stacy sniffled loudly. How could he talk so calmly about such a terrible…

"Besides," he continued, "there are other rules. Other rules which should makeit a little easier for you to reach fifty- five."

"O-other rules?" Stacy couldn’t believe that she was beginning to considerplaying along. Sharon squeezed her shoulder, as if in some bizarre form ofencouragement.

"Teachers are worth ten," came the answer. "There must be at least one teacher.Female students are worth three each, and there must be at least one femalestudent. As well, there must be at least one student fucked in each grade."Greenwood was a full high school, and thus held grades eight to twelve. Thegrade eights were only thirteen or fourteen years old. "The grade eight, nineand tens are worth two each."

Gary finished speaking and looked directly at Stacy, who had begun to cryagain. "Do you understand?" he concluded with a question. Stacy nodded throughher tears, unable to speak. "What will you do then? Play along, or do werelease the tapes and pictures?"

The room fell silent, the question hanging in the air. Stacy was momentarilyunable to form an answer. On the one hand, she would have to do all those awfulthings, but the alternative… the alternative was too terrible to contemplate.She would be ruined in Bakersville, both as a person and as a student. The onlyway out was to play along with their little game, and hope to pull it offwithout anyone finding out about it. Oh god, she thought, her heart sinking.Fifty-five guys.

Mutely, she looked up at Gary and nodded her assent; she would do it.

Gary felt a wave of relief flood over him as she nodded her agreement, but onlypermitted a small smile to show on his face. Neil, on the other hand, laughedout loud, as did Sharon as their tension dissipated. There had always been thechance, however unlikely, that Stacy would refuse and then go to the police.Now, however, they had her; she would do as they ordered. This was going to bean interesting year.

Gary looked down on her as she sat forlorn on the couch, staring at the floor.She looked so upset and vulnerable sitting there. To Gary, she looked far moreappealing in tears than she did when she was in her usual arrogant position atschool. All those bitches needed to be taken down a peg or…

That gave Gary had an idea. It was time to test their control over her. Aswell, there was the small matter of her slapping his glasses across the room.

"Before we accept your agreement," he told her, "you should be punished forattacking me. We will not permit that from you."

Stacy looked up at him, drawn out of her private misery. "W-what do you mean?"

"I think you need a spanking," Gary told her. "Teach you a lesson."

Stacy stared in disbelief. "You must be joking." Even after everything she hadjust heard, she couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Gary shook his head. "You say you’re going to play along with our game, but acouple of minutes ago, you attacked me. How do we know you won’t do it again?Why should we believe you? Your choices are simple: obey us, and take yourpunishment, or leave now and let us get on with the business of sending out thetapes. It’ll probably take most of the weekend to make enough copies." Stacystarted crying again - was there no end to her tears? - but inevitably noddedin submission.

"Good," Gary told her. "Stand up and pull down your pants." Trembling, Stacyobeyed, exposing her sleek, muscular legs and plain white panties. "Now go lieover Sharon’s knees. She will administer the spanking." Stacy flushed red atthis order, while Sharon laughed in delight. For a moment, it looked as ifStacy would refuse, but eventually she began to move around so she could lieacross Sharon’s legs as the younger girl sat on the couch. She moved slowly,taking small, awkward steps because of the pants which were bunched around herankles, but eventually, she fell to her knees and stretched herself acrossSharon’s pudgy legs. Her ass was completely exposed.

Sharon needed no instructions. She put her left arm across the small of Stacy’sback, and began vigorously spanking the exposed bottom. Before long, the airwas filled with the sound of Stacy’s cries and sobs, punctuated by the regular,merciless slapping sound of Sharon’s hand being brought down hard on the nowred flesh of Stacy’s ass.

Gary tore his eyes away from the scene and looked at Neil, who was watching theaction with his mouth wide open. There was a conspicuous bulge in his jeans.Well, Gary thought, why not? He instructed his friend to pull down his pantsand take a seat beside Sharon on the couch. Neil did so, and was quickly inplace. Stacy’s face was now on his lap as she lay parallel to the couch acrossSharon’s legs. The crying teenager turned her head and squirmed to avoid Neil’sengorged cock as it stood upright from his lap. Sharon had momentarily stoppedspanking and was looking over with interest.

Gary reached down, and yanked Stacy’s blonde hair, pulling her tear-stainedface upward. "I think you know what you’re going to do, here. We’ll be generousand call this number one. Do you understand?" Stacy squirmed on Sharon’s lap,but nodded. "Good girl. Sharon will keep spanking until Neil comes. When hedoes come, you take every drop." He released Stacy’s hair, and her face fellback down onto Neil’s lap. Gary gestured towards Sharon, and she began spankingagain.

Stacy pulled her arms forward, and propped herself up slightly. She took Neil’scock in her mouth and began to suck and lick it. It was difficult not to jerkaround with the spanking, but Stacy had a pretty good idea of what would happento her if she were to touch Neil’s cock with her teeth. Frantically, shesucked, moaning and gasping as her head slid up and down on Neil’s penis, andSharon laid into her ass. The pain from the spanking was getting more intense,but she was quieter now, as Neil’s cock served as an efficient gag.