Chapter 7

I had a turkey sandwich at Wendy's house. I was quite hungry and it was able to tide me over. My command the other day for Wendy and Camille to trust me seemed to be holding. Not privy to the workings of my lucky tickets, they weren't sure how I would be able to get Kristen under my power, but they felt strangely confidant that I would be able to do so.

The only hole in my plan was getting to Kristen in the first place. It was not normal for any of us to associate with Kristen, so we wouldn't be able to just approach her front door and expect her to answer it. None of us knew her schedule, so we just couldn't expect to meet her, say, at the mall.

Of course, I remembered Patrice, who was a member of Kristen's inner circle. I knew that we could probably be able to get to Kristen through Patrice, but there was still the fact that I didn't want to use tickets on Patrice for a while until I could get my thoughts straightened up about her.

Then Wendy suggested Jackie.

I didn't know Jackie, but Camille described her as a raven haired Italian beauty with a slightly darker complexion and brown eyes. The girls knew her as a member of Kristen's circle of friends, and she wasn't quite as bitchy as many of the others. Camille was popular at school as a cheerleader, so it was easier for her to get in with Kristen's friends. Another thing in her favor was the fact that Camille and Jackie were cousins. It wouldn't be too unseemly for Camille to approach Jackie, and hopefully, through Jackie, we could get to Kristen.

Camille used Wendy's phone to call Jackie.

"Hello, Aunt Caroline? This is Camille..."

"Yeah, 'Milla. Um, is Jackie around?"

There was a pause while Jackie's mom located her daughter. Camille grinned at us, and Wendy and Patty crossed their fingers together to wish her luck.

"Jackie, this is Camille..."

"Uh, huh. Yeah, it's been a while..."

"I was just wondering if ... you know ... we could meet at the mall. You know, hang out?"

"Oh. I didn't know that..."

This didn't sound positive, but I waited patiently.

"I see. Yeah. I know Kristen..."

A bit of a pause. "Yeah. Maybe Friday..."

"Yeah, we'll also see each other in school. You have Mrs. Taylor for English?"

"Third period? Me too!"

"Cool. So, if Friday doesn't work out..."

"OK, Jackie. It was nice talking..."

Camille hung up the phone, and had a victorious smile on her face. "Jackie can't meet me at the mall because she's gonna be there with Kristen and you know how Kristen is about who she hangs out with, right?"

"Kristen will be at the mall?" Patty asked. "What time?"

"Around three. I tried not to sound too interested in Kristen."

"You did great, Camille," I said, and Camille beamed with my praise. "So, now we need to know where they're meeting..."

"Food court," said Camille. "Near the French fry place."

I was impressed. "Jackie told you all that?"

Camille nodded, and smiled in satisfaction.

I walked over to where Camille was and gave her a kiss. She melted in my arms and kissed me back. It wasn't a long kiss, nor was it particularly sensual. But it was not the kind of kiss a girl going into twelfth grade would give a boy entering tenth.

Patty saw this and smiled. "Hey, Cammie! Save some for me!"

Patty surprised me by taking my place and kissing Camille. It was a quick kiss, and Patty said, afterward, "Great job, Cammie!"

Wendy looked at me and shrugged, and gave Camille a "good job" kiss as well.

Camille looked at all of us, a bit surprised at the sudden attention, but then smiled. "Thanks, guys. Just wanted to do my part."

I smiled. "You did it well." I looked at my watch, it was 2:30. "Let's get over to the mall, and see if we can get Kristen before the others show up."

The three girls nodded, and we cleaned up the dishes from the lunch that Wendy had prepared.

Patty got me alone and whispered to me, "Be careful, Jim. I'm giving myself to you willingly. Remember that the other girls are just your friends, and are only your friends right now because of your tickets. That kiss might have confused Cammie before. That's why I rushed in to help out."

"Thanks," I whispered back. Patty was right, I needed to be more careful with Camille and Wendy. It was nice to be accepted as their friend, but a kiss could be taken as a bit more than friendly, despite the closeness we shared a few nights ago. I didn't want to louse things up.

We piled into Wendy's Datsun and headed to the mall. Wendy parked near the food court and we all climbed out of the car.

I was walking toward the mall when Wendy noticed Kristen walking toward the mall a few aisles away. "Look," Wendy said, her voice hushed. "There she is!"

"Cool!" I said, and I changed my direction so it would intersect Kristen's before she could get into the mall. There were other people around the parking lot, but I hoped that I could get Kristen without attracting undue attention.

"Kristen," I said, reaching into my bag. "Have a ticket!"

Kristen looked confused, but took the ticket. "You have one wish."

"You will obey all my orders that I give you today."

"Your wish is my command."

I grinned. "Stay here for a second and keep quiet."

My three friends had caught up to me. "We've got her," I said to them.

"Groovy!" Patty said, looking at Kristen, just standing there. "This is the quietest that I've ever seen her!"

Kristen continued standing there, and I could see her fists ball up in anger.

I decided to get some formalities out of the way. "Kristen, you will not attempt to harm me or my friends, nor will you try to get anybody else to do so."

Kristen nodded in compliance, still following her order to be quiet. Her fists relaxed a bit, though.

"Which car is yours?" I asked Kristen. "You may talk only to answer my questions."

Kristen answered, "The Camaro down the aisle here."

I looked in the direction Kristen indicated and saw a bright red Camaro. The car looked even less roomier than Wendy's Datsun. "OK. We'll need to take both cars. Wendy, what time does your mother get home?"

"Six or six-thirty."

That would give us about three hours. Probably enough time. "OK. Wendy, take Patty and Camille back to your house. I'll have Kristen follow you."

Wendy nodded and the three girls went back to Wendy's Datsun.

I turned to my captive. "Kristen, you will drive carefully and obey all driving laws and follow Wendy's car to her house."

Kristen nodded, and then turned, raising a finger to me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"May I speak?" Kristen asked.

"You may, but keep your voice normal."

"I have friends that I'm supposed to meet. They'll miss me..."

I waved her off. "I don't care about your friends."

"My dad..."

"I'm not interested in your dad, either. Just take me in your car and follow Wendy."

Kristen led me to her car, which was a classic expensive sports car. She opened her door and unlocked my door with the power lock. She started the car, and I noticed that her Camaro was a stick shift. I had only seen Wendy drive a manual transmission before, and I watched Kristen as she expertly used her athletic feet to expertly manipulate the clutch and the accelerator.

Kristen and I drove around to where the girls were still getting into Wendy's Datsun. She waited for Wendy to pull out, and then she followed her.

"Excuse me, but how are you doing this?" Kristen asked.

I smiled. "Doing what?" I asked, innocently.

Kristen answered, "I seem to be doing anything you tell me to do. It's not natural."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Not natural at all." I didn't elaborate.

Kristen seemed worried. "What are you going to do with me? Rape me?"

I smiled. "I don't think the girls will condone rape, Kristen."

Kristen shrugged, "Who knows? They're just a bunch of losers, anyway."

My, my. This girl was due for an attitude adjustment in the worst way. I said, slightly upset at Kristen's remark, "Those 'losers' as you call them are my friends, Kristen. You'd better remember that."

Kristen turned to me. "You? You're in ... what? Ninth grade? Tenth grade? Only losers hang out with kids like you."

"I'm entering tenth in a couple of weeks," I said, my teeth clenched in anger. "We'll be going to the same school, Kristen. And I think you've done enough talking for now."

We got to Wendy's house, and Kristen parked next to Wendy's car in the driveway. Wendy led us all into her house.

I told Kristen to stand in the middle of the living room, and Wendy and the two other girls found themselves some chairs.

"So, Kristen. How are you feeling now?" I asked.

"I'm ... I'm a little scared," Kristen admitted.

A little? Well, I knew that I wouldn't be doing too much today. I had a few hours, so I could afford to be patient. "You told me before that you seem to be doing everything I tell you. Why is that?"

"I ... I don't know," Kristen answered.

"Well, I am going to allow each of these girls to give you an order. I want you to obey them all. Wendy, you go first, since this is your house."

"Jim? You think I could get my camera?" Wendy asked.

My eyes went wide, as did Kristen's. "Sure, Wendy. We'll wait for you."

Wendy ran upstairs and quickly returned with a camera. It was one of those Polaroid instant cameras. "Cool!" I said.

Wendy turned to Kristen and said, "Remove your blouse and bra. I want you topless."

Kristen seemed to have expected this. She silently unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and that quickly dropped to the floor also.

I didn't get a very good look at Kristen's assets, since she had crossed her arms over her shoulders.

Wendy said, "Arms down. I wanna take a picture."

Kristen didn't move. I remembered telling Kristen that each girl could give her "an order" and she had taken that to mean a single order, so she wasn't allowing Wendy to get anything extra.

Of course, I had no such limitation on the number of orders that I could give, and it wouldn't do for Kristen to win at this game, so I interceded. "Drop your hands and pose for Wendy's camera. And SMILE!"

Kristen immediately dropped her hands, revealing her tanned breasts. The thing I noticed mostly was that there were no tan lines whatsoever on Kristen's chest. Did she sunbathe in the nude?

Kristen smiled, and held her arms against the sides of her breasts, scrunching them between them, and making them jut out a bit more. Wendy apparently liked the pose and snapped a picture, which spit out the bottom.

"A Kodak moment!" Patty snickered.

"More like a Polaroid moment," Camille snickered.

Kristen blushed, but continued to smile.

"Take a few more so each of us will all have this moment on film."

Kristen, flashed an upset look, but regained her smile quickly, and once again posed for Wendy, moving her arms from her sides and moving her shoulders back. Wendy snapped a second and then a third picture.

The semi-naked girl continued to pose. She looked so natural behind the camera, it got me wondering if she had ever done any modeling. I kept these thoughts to myself. I had been thinking of ways of getting money through the tickets. Modeling Kristen might be a lucrative idea.

Kristen had her hands underneath her two breasts, cupping them but keeping her breasts exposed. Wendy snapped her fourth picture. I felt that this particular picture would be mine.

"You can stop posing," I told Kristen and turned to the girls. "Who's next?"

Patty said, "Let Camille have a turn."

Camille asked me, "I can make her do anything. Like, have her fuck you?"

Kristen's face went pale.

I shook my head. "What if I don't want to fuck a piece of trash like her, Camille? Anyway, we just want to embarrass her, not do anything like that."

Kristen's reaction to my answer was funny. She looked haughty when I called her a piece of trash, but that look softened a bit as she realized that I didn't seem to want to rape her.

Camille nodded to me. She thought for a moment and said, "OK. Tell us about your first sexual experience with another person."

Kristen's look of relief turned back to fear. She didn't want to say anything but her mouth betrayed her. "I was thirteen, and my brother was fifteen."

All three of the other girls shouted in chorus, "YOUR BROTHER?"

Kristen's face had gone from pale to crimson. "We were playing outside, and were ... like ... wrestling. He managed to pin me, and I couldn't get up. He pulled my underwear down and he ... he did it."

Kristen didn't elaborate, and the room was very quiet.

"Wow," said Patty, softly.

Camille was shaking her head, and Wendy's face had a look of shock on it.

I said, "Is that fine for you, Camille? Or should I have Kristen fill in a bit more detail? Maybe act it out for you?"

Camille said, "Um ... that's OK."

I nodded in agreement. "Patty, it's your turn."

Patty didn't look like she wanted to play anymore. She looked at me, and I just shrugged. She turned to Kristen and said, "I want you and your friends to be civil to us from now on."

Nobody said anything, and everybody was looking at Kristen. She nodded her head and said, quietly, "All right."

I smiled at Patty, and said, "I have one thing that I'd like you to do, Kristen."

All three girls turned their attention to me.

"You will kneel and I am going to put my penis in your mouth for fifteen minutes," I said. "If you want, you can suck it, or you can jack it off into your mouth. Or, you can just stay there with my dick in your mouth."

Kristen took a deep breath and knelt down, facing me.

I pointed to my jeans and said, "Take it out and place it on your tongue."

Kristen complied. She unbuttoned the button on my pants and then my jeans. She pulled them down over my hips, along with my shorts.

My cock was half erect, and Kristen deposited it into her mouth.

I grinned at the other girls, and said, "This is how you take care of a bitch." I looked down at Kristen and said, "Tell everybody that you are a fucking bitch."

Kristen's voice was mumbled by the presence of my dick on her tongue. "Oy um a fock'n butch."

I grinned. Kristen's mouth had closed over my penis in order to get the last two words out. I motioned to Wendy to get her camera again, and she moved around to our side to get the perfect angle.

"Again," I told Kristen.

"Oy um a fock'n butch."

I whispered to Kristen, "Put one of your hands between your legs. You are starting to get horny."

Kristen's eyes shot up to stare at me, and her right hand moved from over her knee into her slacks.

SNAP! WHIZZ! Wendy's picture came out.

I looked down at my prize. She still just had my shaft in her mouth, and wasn't doing anything special with it.

"Oh, Kristen. I forgot to tell you. My penis tastes really good. You've never tasted anything quite as good as it. You can't believe how wonderful it tastes. And you know that my sperm will taste even twice as good."

The effect was immediate. I felt Kristen's tongue swirl around the bottom of my head as her brain accepted what I had just told her. I heard her groan as her mind rebelled against willingly sucking my dick, especially in front of the three girls.

"Tell us again what you are, Kristen!"

"Oy um a fock'n butch." Kristen's tongue action was intensifying as she tasted my dick, and tried to get more of the taste on her tongue.

I was relentless, "Tell us again!"

"Oy um a fock'n bu-shh."

Once again, I whispered to Kristen, low enough not to be heard by the other girls. "You find my dick and my sperm very addicting. You will find yourself uncontrollably drawn to it. In fact, it's making you hornier than ever, but you won't come until I shoot into your mouth."

Kristen gave up and started sucking my shaft in earnest. I had broken Miss Rich Princess. I heard the three girls gasp as she willingly started sucking a boy two years younger than herself.

"So, what are you, Kristen? Keep telling us."

"Ummm um fummmummm bimm," she moaned, not pausing in her licking and sucking. "Ummm um fummmummm bimm. Ummm um fummmummm bimm. Ummm um fummmummm bimm..."

The vibrations of her chant were doing wonders to my shaft. I whispered down to Kristen, "You will have an orgasm when I do. You will take all my sperm into your mouth, but you will not swallow it until you have permission."

Kristen nodded and continued her chant. "Ummm um fummmummm bimm."

Suddenly, I felt that familiar tingle that told me that I was about ready to erupt. I started pushing my hips toward Kristen, forcing her to take more of me in her mouth.

"Ummm um fammmummm bimm..."

"Aah," I said as I felt my jism make its journey from my balls into Kristen's sucking mouth.

Just as my first burst hit her tongue, I felt Kristen go "Oomph!" in surprise as my order for my sperm to taste even better than my penis kicked in. Her sucking actually increased.

Kristen's "Ooh" turned to an "Ahh" as her orgasm hit her as my semen touched her mouth. I grinned in accomplishment.

I could feel Kristen's suction all the way down my shaft, and the pleasure was exquisite. I continued to pump my load into her mouth, and I could feel my sperm against the outside of my penis making squishing noises inside her mouth.

I looked at our audience. Patty was licking her lips, apparently relishing her memories of having my semen in her mouth earlier. Wendy and Camille were both staring at the scene, open mouthed.

Obviously, I had reduced Kristen to the status of a common whore in front of her classmates.

I looked down. My penis was no longer fully erect, but Kristen was still sucking me, trying to get as much of my delicious taste into her mouth. Her tongue was still making circles underneath my shaft. I could see the whiteness of my slime covering my shaft as it continued to push in and out of her mouth.

I decided to pull out of her warm sucking mouth, and it left her lips with an audible "pop."

"Now ask permission," I instructed Kristen. I indicated the three girls, who were still staring at her, telling her that she needed to ask permission from them to swallow.

"May I ... um ... swoll-owe?" Kristen said, her mouth full of my seed.

The three girls looked at her, still finding it hard to believe that she had sunk so low so quickly.

"I guess," said Wendy.

"Sure," answered Camille.

"Ask Jim," said Patty, smiling wickedly.

Kristen turned to me, and repeated her muffled question.

Instead of answering Kristen directly, I asked the three girls, "Does anybody want to share with Kristen?"

Patty quickly volunteered, surprising her two friends.

I returned my attention to Kristen and said, "Give Patty a French kiss, and you can swallow whatever is left."

Kristen had a defeated look on her face and moved toward Patty on her knees.

Patty stood up, and lifted Kristen to her feet. The two girls kissed, and we could all tell that Patty and Kristen were sharing my come between them.

As they kissed, I asked Patty softly, "Would you like a picture to remember this by?"

Patty quickly shook her head "no," and continued kissing, apparently to Kristen's dismay.

Finally, the two girls broke it off.

Kristen swallowed audibly, finally able to empty her weary and slimy mouth.

Patty had a smile as she swallowed the semen she was able to take from Kristen's mouth.

I turned to the Rich Princess, and said, "Kristen, we're going to let you go. But let me walk you out."

Kristen bent down to pick up her blouse and bra, but I told her "Leave them there. Come on, let's go."

While Kristen was blowing me, I had a rather sinister idea. "That blow job will be fifty dollars, Kristen."

Kristen looked at me as if I was crazy. There was no way that she'd ever PAY a boy--let alone a fifteen year old--money for her to perform oral sex. I just looked at her expectantly.