She Loves Watching the Bullies do Their Worst!

After school and there’s laughter and repeated cries of 'no, please, stop it!' coming from one of the basement rooms that’s meant to be empty. It’s the sound of Keith Trotter, the school’s quintessential little fat nerd, being bullied again.

Keith Trotter is forever being picked on. No end of horrors get inflicted on the poor kid when there’s no member of staff around to protect him. No surprise either in the identity of his tormentors: Greg Bryant (a particularly nasty piece of work) and three of his cronies, Jerry Zimmerman and Todd Walker and Danny Burgess. This bunch are always persecuting Keith. They make his life a living hell.

Jessica Miller is in the room too, perched on a table, watching and giggling as the gang casually push the hapless Keith around from one to the other.

Just barely fifteen, a lush little brunette with a heart-stopping face and a body to die for, Jessica Miller is the hottest girl in school and she knows it.  As usual, she’s dressed in full 'teenage temptress' mode: short clingy skirt, skimpy top, no bra, pedicured feet in open-toe sandals; she looks like a wet dream as she sits there on the table, legs crossed, skirt riding up her honeyed thighs. Yes, likes to flaunt it, little Jessica does. She’s a massive prick tease, forever tantalising the infatuated boys with what they yearn for but can’t have. She drives them wild and loves every minute of it.

As the four boys bully Keith, they keep looking at Jessica for approval, which she’s giving by sitting there laughing her socks off. If instead of egging the bullies on she just snapped her fingers, said ‘stop, leave him alone!’ that would be the end of poor Keith’s ordeal. At least until the next time.

The gang are shoving Keith around more violently now, starting to rough him up a bit. They punch him in the belly, rap the top of his head with their knuckles, kick his shins, stamp on his feet. They’re doing it kind of lazily, taking their time, enjoying their victim’s simpering distress, all the while jeering at him and calling him names.

‘Oh my god, you guys are fucking terrible!’ Jessica squeals. ‘Poor little fatty!’

‘Glad we invited you, gorgeous?’ asks Greg Bryant. He looks like the cat that's got the cream. Getting to beat the crap out of Keith Trotter and at the same time flirt around with the school honey - a dream scenario.

‘Oh, definitely!’ Jessica giggles.

‘Oops, there go the specs,’ cackles Danny Burgess, as Keith’s glasses fly off his face. Todd Walker crushes them with his foot. ‘Sorry, fuckface,’ he grins. ‘Guess you’ll have to do without them.’

The bullies force the blubbering Keith to the floor and make him pretend to be a dog. He scampers around on all fours going ‘woof woof woof’ amid a cacophony of hoots and jeers.

‘Wanna kick the doggy, Jessica?’ Greg Bryant grins.

Jessica nods gleefully. She slides off the table and saunters across to the whimpering Keith, delivers a nasty little kick to the side of his head. ‘Oh yeah. Go, Jessica!’ yells one of the boys. Keith tries to cowers away but the bullies grab him so he can’t. ‘Kick him in the balls, Jess!’ suggests somebody and Jessica giggles ‘okay’. They prise the unfortunate Keith’s legs apart and Jessica takes careful aim and kicks him forcefully in the groin. Then, as he’s on the ground howling, she stamps on his stomach.

The gang are getting into their stride now. They stand around their sniveling victim, laughing down at him.

‘Right, lardball, now you can worship the Empress,’ snaps Greg.

‘Yeah, Trotter, you fucking piece of shit, grovel to the Empress!’ grins Jerry Zimmerman.

Keith has to flip over onto his belly and kiss ‘Empress Jessica’s’ feet, tell her how beautiful she is, how much he adores her. The spectacle is pitiful, but it’s also quite funny. Jessica stands and laps it up, gazing down with a smug smile on her lovely face.

A shout of 'Hey, no looking up her skirt', followed by raucous laughter and 'Bet he's got a hard-on!'

Jessica is amused by this idea. ‘Why don’t we find out?’ she smirks.

‘Yeah, let’s strip the little fucker!’ grunts Danny.

The boys get hold of Keith and, to much squealing and clapping from Jessica, they start ripping his clothes off. Keith tries to struggle but it’s no contest, they have him down to his underpants in no time.

‘Okay, let’s see his little pecker!’ yells Todd, reaching for Keith’s boxers.

‘Nah, hang on. The Empress can do the honours,’ Greg says, winking at Jessica.

The boys are in stitches. 'Yeah, Jess, take his pants off!'

Jessica squats down and fingers the waistband of Keith’s underpants. 'Can I, fatty?' she pouts. 'Can I take a look at your little dick?

'P-P-Please, J-J-Jessica.' Keith's head is shaking violently, his stutter in overdrive.

'Aw, he's shy,' coos Jessica, inching his pants down.

'Shut the fuck up, lardy boy. The Empress can do whatever she likes, geddit?' snarls Todd, underlining the message with a couple of hard slaps.

Jessica removes the underpants, leaving Keith completely naked, everyone loudly making fun of his little cock. It is indeed small, but even worse for Keith is that it’s also semi-erect. Just the proximity of Jessica's probing fingers as she dealt with his briefs was enough to excite him.

‘Hey, sexy, looks like you’ve got the dirty little cunt all turned on,’ cackles Greg.

Jessica pouts prettily and, to the ribald amusement of the boys, she decides to have some fun with Keith’s cock: she fingers it, makes it harder, gets him on the point of cumming, then she abruptly stops and squeezes his nuts so hard that his eyes water and he yelps in distress. She repeats the cruel tease a few times, has Keith crying out in pain and frustration.

'Jeez, he's fucking noisy, isn't he?' Jessica giggles. 'Any ideas to shut him up?'

One of the boys takes the cue: Danny Burgess reaches for Keith's pants, balls them up and rams them into Keith's mouth. 'Thanks, sugar,' says Jessica, flirting, making Danny swell a little.

'Now where were we, fatty?' she says, smiling wickedly at Keith. ‘Oh yes, playing with your balls, wasn’t I?’ And with that, Jessica gives them a particularly long and brutal squeeze. Keith convulses in anguish, the gag now muffling his protests to the barely audible.

Greg laughs loudly and steps in and punches Keith square in the face.

'Ouch!' Jessica giggles.

‘Sorry, just felt like it,’ he shrugs, grinning at Jessica.

‘Never knew you were so strong,’ Jessica pouts.

Suitably encouraged, Greg punches him again, even harder this time, and Keith’s nose spurts blood. Then Jerry Zimmerman knees him in the jaw and there’s the crunching sound of something breaking.

Jessica tries to say something but is overcome by a fit of the giggles. She’s wetting herself.

Todd Walker grabs Keith’s hair and yanks his head back while Danny Burgess chops at his neck, karate style, causing Keith to choke violently into the gag.

‘Fancy a game of football?’ Greg asks the other boys.

Unfortunately for Keith, they do, and he gets savagely booted around the floor for several minutes. With Jessica cheering them on enthusiastically, the bullies get into a friendly competition, keen to impress her with who can kick the ‘ball’ the hardest. Poor Keith’s naked body is covered in welts and bruises by the time they’re finished. If it weren’t for the gag he’d be shrieking the house down. As it is, the only sound emitting from him is a faint ‘ug ug ug’.

‘What’s that, Keith?’ taunts Greg. ‘C’mon you little fucker, what are you trying to say?’

‘Think he’s trying to scream,’ Jessica snickers.

‘Can’t, though, can he?’ Greg chuckles.

‘No, guess not,’ says Jessica, looking thoughtful. ‘Hey, so we can do pretty much anything to the poor thing now, can’t we?

‘What have you got in mind, gorgeous?’ asks Greg.

Jessica puts a finger to her chin, makes a production of pondering the matter. Then she flashes a devilish grin. ‘Well, let’s see. If you guys hold him so he can’t move, maybe I’ll - you know - torture him for a while?’

‘I like it, baby, I like it,’ Greg Bryant says. ‘C’mon guys, you heard the Empress!’

They stretch Keith out, spread-eagle him naked on his back, Greg and Jerry with a wrist each, Todd and Danny holding his ankles. The only thing Keith can move is his head.

‘Okay, pretty girl, all yours,’ grins Greg.

Jessica stands gurning down at the helpless Keith. She casually prods him with her foot. He’s completely at her mercy.

She sits straddling his stomach and leans forward, her face inches from Keith’s. ‘You don’t mind if I torture you, fatso, do you?’ she smiles, eyes shining with sadistic relish. Keith shakes his head wildly. His distress is palpable. 'Look at the little bastard,' laughs Jerry. 'He's shitting himself.'

'Poor creature,' Jessica giggles. Her enjoyment of the situation is heightened by the knowledge that Greg and Jerry, getting a great view down the front of her top, can’t stop ogling her tits. She squeezes Keith’s chubby cheeks. ‘Yuck. He’s fucking revolting, isn’t he?’

‘Fucking gruesome,’ agrees Jerry. ‘I’d kill myself if I looked like that.’

The bullies are having a whale of a time. Greg Bryant in particular is flushed with excitement. ‘Yeah, little cunt definitely ought to kill himself,’ he sneers.

‘Is he even human?’ wonders Jessica.

‘No, baby, he’s a turd,’ says Greg. ‘A piece of shit. He’s a disgusting piece of lardy shit.’

The torrent of verbal abuse continues, the five of them chatting about how repulsive Keith is, and then Jessica starts torturing the wretched boy.

First she just leisurely toys with him; she slaps his cheeks, pushes a finger into his ear and waggles it around, tickles him under the chin, in the ribs, under his arms; she jabs at his torso, deliberately prodding and stabbing at the most lurid bruises; she pulls his hair, pokes his eyes, pinches and scratches his face, then she starts digging into him with her long nails, dragging them very slowly across his flabby flesh. Keith’s suffering becomes increasingly obvious as Jessica digs harder and harder, her cruel nails drawing blood and leaving livid red tracks from his neck to his belly. He’s sobbing uncontrollably but he can’t move a muscle, all he can do is plead with his eyes for her to stop.

Jessica does stop eventually, but only to root in her bag and pull out her lipstick. 'Should we try and make him less ugly?' she giggles, and to yelps of laughter from the boys she proceeds to scrawl all over him. He looks utterly ridiculous by the time she's finished. Across his chest she writes LARDY LOSER in large red letters. On his forehead is the word NEEDLE-DICK. Everyone is cracking up laughing. Well, not everyone, Keith Trotter is crying his eyes out. The poor kid is being utterly humiliated.

'Okay, guys, now watch this,' says Jessica. She gets hold of Keith's bloody nose and starts tweaking it from side to side, which with the pants stuffed in his mouth means he can't breathe. The terrified Keith jerks his head around to try and free up his nose, but it’s easy for Jessica to hold her grip. Greg is laughing so much he can hardly speak. 'Jess, that is too cruel,' he splutters. 'Look at the poor cunt’s face! It’s fucking blue!’'

Jessica finally lets go of Keith's nose, allowing him to snort in some air. 'Jessica Miller, you are one evil bitch,' Danny chuckles.

'I am, aren't I?' she pouts.

'Jesus, the poor little bastard,' gurns Jerry Zimmerman. 'That was fucking awesome, Jess. Do it again. Bit longer this time.'

‘Love to, sweetie’ giggles Jessica, placing her fingers on Keith's chin and slowly walking them up to his nose. Keith knows what’s coming and his eyes bulge in terror. Jessica plays around for a while with Keith's nose, sadistically prolonging his anguish. 'Aw, poor lardy,' she mocks, gazing intently into Keith's face, savouring his fear. 'Just my little torture toy, aren't you?' she whispers, then she squeezes his nostrils and the ghastly suffocation process resumes.

Jessica carries on torturing the helpless Keith like this for a while. Then she starts doing other stuff to him. She produces various items from her bag. A pair of tweezers which she uses mercilessly on Keith’s nipples and then on his lips. A bottle of perfume which she sprays up his nose (cue further breathing difficulties) and into his eyes. She pulls out some scissors, shuffles herself down between Keith’s legs, and starts snipping away at his pubic hair. 'Whoa, careful, Jess, baby,' chuckles Greg. 'Don't go slicing his prick off.'

'Why the fuck not? Bet he never gets to use it,' giggles Jessica, utterly terrorising the abject Keith by putting the scissors around his dick and making him think for a minute that she’s really going to castrate him.

Jessica gets to her feet and she asks the boys if they need a pee. Turns out that Todd and Danny do. 'Go on then,' Jessica suggests, with a sly grin down at Keith.

Todd and Danny stand up, the other two boys shifting position and holding Keith so he still can't move, and they both pull their dicks out. 'Shit. Don't know about you, Danny boy, but I'm too hard to piss,' says Todd. Danny grunts that he has the same issue.

'Poor things,' pouts Jessica. 'Is it my fault? Is my skirt too short or something?'

‘Your skirt’s never too short, Jess, you know that,’ says Todd, with a wolfish grin.

‘Why thank you, Todd, darling,’ Jessica purrs, and she does a sexy little twirl. ‘I know! Why don’t you horny boys try thinking about Eleanor Harris naked?’

Eleanor Harris is a spectacularly unattractive girl who’s in the same year as Jessica and who Jessica, bitch that she is, likes to make fun of the whole time.

'Yep, that'll do the trick,' says Danny, sardonically. Perhaps it does because he manages to get started and a steaming jet of piss is now splashing down all over Keith's face. 'Keep still, you little fucker,' he snarls, as Keith tries to twist his head out of the way.

Todd's turn: 'Take his gag out, baby,' he tells Jessica and she obliges. 'Okay, fatboy, open wide,' he grins. Then he pisses into Keith’s mouth. Jessica is having hysterics. 'Oh gross!' she giggles. 'Can you imagine?'

Todd finishes up and Greg tells everyone they can stop holding Keith. 'Lardy's gonna stay there and not move a muscle 'cos he knows he has to do exactly what he's told.'

Keith does realise this. He remains on the floor while his tormentors stand around discussing in salacious detail various further atrocities they might perpetrate before they let him go. The suggestions get ever more outlandish and impractical (a couple of Jessica’s are unspeakably fiendish) but their malicious amusement is in knowing that poor Keith is listening to every word. He’s quivering with fright.

'So anyway, he has to do anything we tell him, right?' says Jessica Miller.

'Yep,' Greg assures her.

Jessica waggles her finger at Keith. 'Turd, come here.'

Keith starts to lever painfully to his feet.

'No,' she snaps. 'Crawl.'

Keith obeys. The wretched boy slithers naked on his belly over to where she’s standing. 'Oh my god, I don't fucking believe this!' Jessica cackles.

Jessica languidly stretches a leg out. 'My shoes, fatty. They're a bit dirty, aren't they?'

Keith stares vacantly into space. He looks utterly crushed.

'Aren't they, fatty?' she insists.

'Um, I g-g-guess.'

'Would you like to lick them clean?'

'Okay.'

'Great! So, beg me and I might let you.'

'Jessica, please may I lick your shoes clean?' intones Keith in a flat, defeated voice.

'Empress Jessica to you, fatty,' admonishes Jessica, with a giggle.

'Empress Jessica, please can I lick your shoes clean?'

'Yes, turd, you may.'

'Hey, baby, what about us boys?' protests Jerry. 'Don't we get some service round here?'

'Oh, honey, I'm sorry,' says Jessica. 'Correction, fatty. You're doing the boys' shoes as well. Better get to it, hadn't you?'

Few minutes later and they all have perfectly pristine footwear. Keith has retched once or twice (Danny had some horrible gunge on one of his trainers) but he's completed the job.

The cruel gang have been tyrannising this poor pathetic boy for over two hours but show little sign of getting bored. Jessica has another idea and there’s a collective ‘oh yeah!’ from the others as she explains it to them.

They make Keith kneel naked on the floor and Greg Bryant stands in front of him. He pulls his cock out and rubs it against the tip of Keith's nose: 'Smell it, lardy! Go on, sniff my fucking dick.' The other boys giggle and join in. All four of them cluster around Keith, pants open, making him sniff their cocks.

Jessica goes to stand behind Keith and she starts dancing and cavorting around, acting all sexy and seductive for Greg and the boys. She lets the straps of her top fall loose over her shoulders. 'Oh yeah, Jessica!' grunts Jerry, fingering his hardening cock. 'C'mon, girl, we wanna see more!'

Jessica preens and giggles, enjoying how the four bullies are drooling at her and getting erections. She slides her top down to reveal a little more of her fabulous jugs. 'Better?' she pouts.

‘Take it off, baby!’ pleads Danny, breathing heavily.

Jessica sticks her tongue out at the boys, smiles enigmatically and carries on playing peek-a-boo with her flimsy top.

‘Aw, c’mon, Jessica. That’s not fair,’ protests Greg. ‘C’mon, baby, lose the fucking thing.’

‘Maybe if you ask me nicely?’ Jessica teases, playing with the boys, basking in her power over them, and to a loud and lusty chorus of ‘Please, Jess!’ she wriggles out of her top and tosses it to the floor.

The resulting close-up of the delicious Jessica Miller gyrating around topless, flaunting her luscious breasts, has the boys wanking in earnest.

'Oh god, Jess!' groans Todd, cock in hand, leering hungrily at the teasing Jessica.

'Fuck, fatboy, you should see what we're seeing,' taunts Danny, stroking his rigid, pulsating member.

But Keith can’t, of course: Keith Trotter isn’t getting to see Jessica Miller, hottest girl in school, grooving around topless in a short skirt, all that poor little Keith can see is sundry adolescent male genitalia.

It doesn't take long for the furiously masturbating boys to erupt: Jerry first, then Danny, then Todd, each in turn ejaculate into Keith's face. When it comes to Greg, he rams himself between Keith's lips and starts viciously fucking his mouth.

Jessica, becoming increasingly excited and wanting a better view, sashays in close and, to the intense envy of the others, she lets Greg fondle her tits as he’s sexually abusing Keith. This pushes Greg over the top and in a matter of seconds his large pumping cock explodes inside Keith’s mouth. 'Swallow it, fatboy!' he grunts, triumphantly, as he cums.

When Greg is finally done, the other three boys force Keith to lick the remnants of spunk off their now flaccid dicks. Then they zip themselves up, Jessica puts her top back on, and they call it a day. Greg gives Keith a last contemptuous little slap around the chops, and they all troop off towards the door. Todd Walker opens it and leaves the room, followed by the rest of the gang.

Jessica Miller is the last to exit. She turns and blows a kiss at the mewling, twitching, ruined wreck that is Keith Trotter. ‘See you tomorrow, fatty,’ she giggles.