Chapter 10: Ask Me Some Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies

"I don't know how to begin. I've never come here with this type of situation."

"Well, why don't you start at the beginning? I've been your guidance counselor for four years, and you've only come to see me about college applications. Since you're going to Georgetown on a football scholarship--congratulations by the way--I know it's not about that. Something is troubling you, I can see that."

"I'm embarrassed." He couldn't look her in the face.

"Don't be. You can tell me anything. I've heard it all before."

"Maybe I'd be more comfortable talking to a man. Is Mr. Keltner in his office?"

"Please, talk to me. I want to listen. It's my job you know." She smiled, and he looked up and gave a half-smile back.

He inhaled sharply, and an uneasy silence followed.

"Is something the matter at home?" she prodded. "Are things alright between your parents, or between you and your parents?"

"No, it's nothing like that." His voice had a pathetic quality to it.

"Something is obviously bothering you." He leaned back in his chair, considering whether coming to the guidance office was a good idea. He had stood in the doorway unsure if he had the guts to enter, when Mrs. Hall saw him and roped him into her office.

"My girlfriend is sleeping with another guy," he blurted.

"Oh, Chad, that's awful. She broke up with you?"

He didn't answer.

"You'll be OK. Hey, you're the football hero! You led the team to the league title. I'm sure the girls will be all over you once they hear you're back in circulation. It'll be tough, for sure, but you'll get over her." She was trying to rebuild his confidence.

He said nothing.

"I'm sorry Chad, I really am. When did this happen. You and Kate have been dating for almost a year, and you seemed so happy together, but do you really want to be going out with someone who would betray you like that? Count yourself lucky, in a way."

"We didn't break up."

"Really? She slept with another boy and you forgave her? Well, that's very noble of you. Forget that last thing I just said." She paused. "Have you talked about it? Did she promise you it wouldn't happen again?"

"You don't understand," he answered, his voice choking up.

"OK, explain it to me."

"She wants to keep dating me, but not have sex. She only wants to have sex with him. It's like she's his slave or something."

Kimberly Hall leaned forward in her chair. Though she had assured the young man in front of her that she had "heard it all," this was new to her. "What? Slave? Who, Chad, who is Kate having sex with? This is important. I need to know. I have a legal responsibility to report abuse, so you must tell me."

Chad thought he was going to pass out in fear and shame. "Alan Marshall. Kate is," his voice strangled up as he said the next word, "fucking Alan Marshall. And he is also dating Pauline." Chad wiped the tears from his face.

Kim Hall didn't know what to do for a second. Composing herself, she sent Chad Krieger to the nurse's office to lay down for the rest of the day. She then went to the main office and looked up Kate Van Devanter's schedule. A few minutes later she had reached the classroom, and after a brief conversation with Mr. Eichler, Kate's social studies teacher, she was walking with her back to her office.

"I don't understand, Mrs. Hall. You're not my counselor. Where's Mr. Ruggerio?"

Kim ignored her protests and gestured Kate to take a seat. "Before we start I just need to know, are you OK?" Kim asked the girl.

"I'm fine. What makes you think otherwise?"

"Chad Krieger was just in here, and he told me that Alan Marshall may be abusing you. Is there any truth in that?"

"No."

"'No.' That's it? That's all you have to say? 'No.'"

"Right."

"Did he threaten you? Did he tell you he'd hurt you if you said anything to anyone?"

"No."

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"Yes."

Kate left Mrs. Hall's office and walked to the end of the hall. After turning the corner she broke out into a run. She knew that Alan was in Math class because her friend Suzy was in the same class, and by the time she reached the door to the classroom the bell was about to ring. She cornered Alan as he came out and led him to the end of the hall.

"We've got trouble. Chad went to Mrs. Hall and told him about us. What are we going to do?"

"Come with me, slut. I'll take care of it."

"Where are we going?" she whined.

"We're going to see her. I'll explain everything to her."

"NO!" she gasped, causing heads to turn in the hallway.

"Are you questioning me, slut?" he asked her sotto voce.

"Yes. Maybe. No," she whimpered softly.

He pulled her aside, into an alcove. "Who am I?"

"Y-y-you're Alan. I don't understand."

"Who am I to you?"

"My m-m-master." She began to tremble slightly.

"If I say that we're going to see Mrs. Hall, why do you question me?"

"S-s-sorry, Master."

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page." He petted her on the top of her head, and she smiled, glowing inside.

Kimberly Hall spent the last five minutes in her office with the door closed, weighing her options. She didn't have enough evidence of abuse to make a report. Kate was certainly not being abused at home; there had never been any signs of that. Chad was her boyfriend, the most likely candidate for being her abuser (the order of usual suspects running parents first, boyfriend second), and she didn't think he was knocking her around. Alan Marshall was the least likely person she could come up with to paint as an abuser, and the story which she had been presented with, that Alan was abusing Kate Van Devanter was similarly unlikely. He just didn't seem to be the type. Complicating all of this was the fact the Alan's mom was on the school board, a very powerful position. The best course, she had decided quickly, would be to make quiet inquiries among the teachers who taught Alan, Kate, and Chad. She would not at this time be calling the county's Child Services Department. If the story turned out to be a delusion on Chad's part, this whole thing could blow up in her face if the authorities were involved. There was a knock on her door.

"Come in."

The door opened and she was shocked to see that Kate and Alan were standing in her doorway, together. "Hello. I'm surprised to see you."

"Kate told me about your conversation just now, and about what Chad had said to you, and we're here to clear some things up."

"OK." Mrs. Hall had no idea where this was going.

"Before I start I would like to know just exactly what Chad told you."

Kim saw this coming; of course Alan would want to know that, but it was against policy to tell one student what another student had said in a private counseling session. She was just about to open her mouth and say, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you that." But she didn't; instead she said, "Chad told me that you were fucking Kate. That you have turned her into a sex slave, and were abusing her."

"Why did I tell him that?" she thought, kicking herself.

"Interesting," was his only response.

"Well, is it true?"

"What if it is?"

"I would be duty bound to report you to the county."

"Why?"

Kim sputtered, "Because it's wrong! That's why."

Alan turned to Kate, "Are you my sex slave?" She nodded. "Am I abusing you?" She shook her head. "Satisfied?" he asked, turning back to the counselor.

"No I am not. This is disgusting. I'm going to have to, at the very least, tell the principal, and also your mother. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Look, I'm not doing anything to Kate that she doesn't want me doing." Kate nodded vigorously.

"What in god's name are you talking about? Kate?"

"Go ahead, slut, tell her."

"Alan is my master. He can do anything to me that he wants, and I love it all."

"W-what what does he do to you? Does he hurt you?"

"He fucks me. He fucks me until I scream. Sometimes I come so hard I pass out. He calls me his slut, and I call him master. He took me to the mall and allowed me to get my nipples pierced. He shaves my pussy and fucks me up the ass. He gave me a dildo--a butt plug--and I wear it all the time, unless he wants to fuck me in the ass, that is." She told this all in a happy and singsong voice, and Mrs. Hall looked like she was going to vomit.

"I don't understand this," Kimberly told the pair, horror evident in her quivering voice.

"Show her," Alan commanded Kate.

"Hmm?" Kate asked, not knowing what was expected of her in this situation, strange ever for her.

"Take off your clothes, slut, and show her your rings and pussy." Kim froze, not believing that Kate would actually strip, but sure enough Kate was taking her things off without hesitation. She gawked at the sight of Kate's pierced nipples and shaved mound.

"You just made your last mistake young man. Now I know there's proof of your abuse because I see it right in front of me," the counselor scolded Alan, a gleam of triumph in her eyes. "Forget about the Department of Child Services, I'm calling the police!" She reached for the phone, but for some reason couldn't follow through.

"Sit," he said to her calmly, pointing at her office chair.

"You mind your mouth, young man!"

"Sit." She sat.

"You're not going to tell anyone about this, understand?" Kim nodded, not knowing why. "My little slut here never had it so good. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Master, I never had it so good." Kate voice took on that little-girl quality like in past situations when Alan dominated her.

"Go over to Mrs. Hall and take off her clothes."

"What?!?" Kim protested, but she was powerless to resist as little Kate Van Devanter came forward and began removing her from her suit.

"Oooh, look at her nipples. They're nice and hard!" Kate exclaimed as she stripped the counselor to the waist.

"Good eye, slut. And what do those hard nipples tell us about her?"

"She's a dirty slut," Kate giggled. "Just like me!"

"Right you are, my good little slut. Right you are. Stand her up and remove her pants."

"I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. What's happening to me?" she sobbed as the naked Kate approached her. Kim was amazed to find herself going along with this, and she slipped out of her pumps before letting Kate stand her up.

"Oh Master, can you see how wet her pussy is?" Alan looked down and saw a few drops of moisture clinging to the guidance counselor's fine brown pussy hair. "She really is a huge slut! Are you going to use her like you use me?"

"I don't know. She has a decent body. Hey slut, how old are you?"

Kim really didn't want to answer. She was supremely uncomfortable with this whole situation, and she certainly wasn't going to answer to the name "slut."

"Master asked you a question," Kate hissed at her as she twisted Kim's nipples. "How old are you, slut?"

"Please stop hurting me. Please!" Kate refused to relent her assault on Kim's nipples. "Argh! Thirty-two! I'm thirty-two. PLEASE stop doing that." Tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes.

"Hmmm, she has a nice figure for a woman in her thirties," Alan said. "And now we know that she knows how to beg." Kate continued to twist Kim's nipples, and Kim was amazed to find that she was becoming aroused by it. She could feel her juices running down her thighs despite the fact that she hated what was happening to her at the command of Alan and the assault of Kate. "Release her, slut."

Kim gasped in relief as Kate stopped twisting. "Please," she sobbed, "I don't want to do this with you." She buried her face in her hands.

"Yes you do."

"Oh my god," Kim thought to herself, "He's right. I'm so turned on." When she looked up she gasped upon seeing Alan with his pants down, Kate happily sucking his penis.

"She's getting me hard. Hard for you. But you'll have to beg. You'll have to beg me to fuck you."

Something snapped in her mind. "Oh my god. Please. Please fuck me. I want to come like Kate does. Please, like she told me. Call me your slut. Please? I need it so bad. So bad. I'll do anything if you fuck me. I'll call you my master. I'll be your slut if you just fuck me with your hard cock. Oh god, I need it now."

Alan pulled out of Kate's mouth; normally she would be disappointed, but instead she was looking forward to watching Alan put it to this meddlesome bitch. She watched as he grabbed Mrs. Hall by the shoulders and laid her down on her desk. Wasting no time he lined up his cock against her dripping slit and pushed in, sinking half of his dick in with the first thrust.