Tears punctuated the creased red eyes of Jessica Raven as her daily torment at the hands of the School's Queen Bitch Emma DuPris was in full flow. We watched helplessly as page after page was torn from her poetry book and jeeringly read out in Emma's cat-like screeches to the rest of her cronies laughter.
I'd had enough of this and decided to take a stand. Now I wasn't the most popular guy in school as I was was short, skinny and ginger so I had no powers against these harpies such as a cute ass, sparkling eyes or an English accent like the boy band drones that adorned their walls and their fantasies did. But I tried my best.
Marching up to Emma, I snatched the book out of her hands and tossed it back at Jessica who caught it instinctively.
"Good catch!" I smiled, winking at her, making her already red face gush a deep crimson.The teacher, who was absent due to restocking on the 'irish' for his Coffee flask bought an end to the trouble by banging an authoritative fist down on his desk with a room quaking thump.
He then roared for Jess to go and clean up her tears and for me to help her. "You're a chivalrous man Theodore, you'll go far, son." I smiled and left to attend to Jessica, smirking at the sound of Mr. Kilburn causing the chorus of bitches to cry in unison by referring to them as 'Abortionist's Dream Customers'.
"Thanks for that Theodore, you're a hero." Jess gushed behind those big, thick glasses of hers. "It was nothing, besides, you're a creative girl and....and.....you're k-kinda cu-cute!" I flustered, looking down at my shoes as Jess played with her ponytail. "Awwww!" She squealed, giving me a hug that would have had Andre The Giant gasping for air. "Wanna come over to my place after school and watch a movie or something? I need some company after today!"
"Sure!" I replied, grinning back. So I arrived at Jess's house after school, a stomach full of butterflies and a head swimming in infatuated seas, as the sight of her eyes made me weak at the knees.
She invited me in and we sat down to have coffee, but after a while mine began to taste funny and I bent over doubled in pain as my body exploded with a cold sweat.
"Oh god!" Jess shrieked. "I'll get some stuff from upstairs, you just stay there!" she said with a worrying giggle.
As I came to, I found myself tied to Jess's bed, still fully clothed. and staring right back at Jess, who was now wearing a sexy long black dress with silk gloves. The sight of her like that made me quite excited, and Jess certainly had noticed. She crept closer to me with her arms outstretched towards my waist. "C'mere Teddy-bear, let Jessie help you out of those."
I struggle against my bonds both helplessly and in vain to no avail. Jessie was rubbing her silken hands along my creased denim thighs, teasing the side of my groin with her thumb.
She then climbed on top of me, enveloping my legs with her satin black dress and moving enough so the material rubbed against them constantly,making me moan with pleasure.
Her delicate fingers gently teased my shirt buttons open as she planted a kiss of each area of my smooth chest she uncovered,adding a little bite to each one to reinforce her dominant nature.
The sight of my red blood fueled her primal,raw, lust. causing her tongue to lather my weak, bare torso with pure unrestrained passion, each of her moans a praise for giving her such pleasure albeit against my will.
She then moved herself down so that her head was level with my crotch. Biting into the denim surrounding the button she pulled her head back, ejecting the button of my jeans with brute force. Her serpentine tongue followed suit, pulling down the zipper, exposing the waistband of my boxers.
She giggled with glee as her hands yanked down my jeans, then rubbed them back up my bare legs,their soft touch causing me to moan again. Feeling completely helpless now, I could do nothing but masochistically anticipate her next move, Stockholm Syndrome was in full swing......
TBC