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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Transfer Student
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The Transfer Student Chapter 3 of 3
by Kristen 8/97
-= Chapter 3 =-
Robby Benson hated his name; all of his fellow
freshmen made fun of it. Apparently there had been
some child actor back in the dark ages with that
name. It seemed that no one would ever let him
forget it.
He looked at his watch and quickened his pace.
Only ten minutes until school starts, he thought.
He was glad to be going to school that day; it was
a really big day for him.
'Yeah, man, he was going to get some tutoring from
the Angel of the junior class.' For once he almost
liked his name. Robyn, Robby - they sounded a lot
alike.
He, and just about all the other boys in his class,
had a crush on Robyn Berry. She was such a fox. His
reputation had gained serious credit when it became
known that Robyn was going to tutor him.
Just lucky, he guessed; luck of the draw, because
she'd volunteered to be a student tutor and he'd
drawn her name. 'Yes, sir, what a deal!' he
thought.
Robby heard the first bell ring while he was
jogging onto school grounds, and he quickly headed
for his homeroom. Just as he arrived he heard an
announcement over the loudspeaker that they were
going to watch the Mars landing.
It seemed that the school was on some kind of
closed network, and that they'd all get to goof off
for an hour or so, watching Mars.
Well, that was just fine with him. He'd just dream
a little more about his angel.
The final bell rang and the teacher announced that
the Mars landing would be on the screen in about
five minutes, and that they were all to be quiet
and remain in their seats.
A few minutes later the TV in Robby's room came on.
Everyone sat expectantly, figuring that the Mars
thing ought to be worth at least a few minutes of
attention.
Robby almost jumped out of his seat when an image
of a beautiful girl and a handsome guy flashed on
the screen. She was on her hands and knees, and he
was fucking her, doggy style.
Robby couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Wow..."
he croaked. He'd never imagined anything like this,
even in his wildest masturbatory dreams. All the
kids in his freshman homeroom also gasped and
silently watched the erotic sex show on the screen.
When Robby's numb mind began to work again, he
realized that he recognized the girl. It was Robyn
Berry, and the guy was that football guy. "OH MY
GOD!" he screeched.
The teacher, busy at her desk, had noticed nothing
amiss until Robby's outburst. She looked up and saw
rows of shocked, open-mouthed faces staring at the
television screen, and became alarmed. What could
possibly be going on?
She got up from her desk and walked around to the
front of the screen, where she stood, stock-still
and white-faced, as her eyes brought the picture,
with all its implications, to her brain.
She quickly turned the set off, to a tumultuous
"AAAHHHH..." of disappointment from all of the
students.
*** Two weeks later ***
The alarm blared in Robyn's ear, slowly bringing
her to consciousness. Groaning, and rolling over on
her stomach, she reluctantly opened her eyes. 'Oh
god, it's today,' she thought. Life had been hell
ever since the day that the video had been shown to
the whole school.
As she dragged herself from her bed, the incident
played in her head for the thousandth time. She
remembered looking up expectantly, excited at the
prospect of seeing the Mars landing on television,
but as it dawned on her that, instead, she was
watching a video of two people having sex, her
brain had gone blank and her face white as a sheet.
'It was her! Her and Taylor! But how could that
be?' She groaned when she thought that she hadn't
even told Max what she'd done - it was a fine way
for him to find out...
In shock she slowly turned towards Max, who was
sitting beside her in class. Their eyes locked for
a moment, and she could see the anguish in his
eyes.
She opened her mouth to tell him...what? What
could she say?
Max took another long look at the screen before
standing up, his body trembling. He knocked his
chair over, then turned and ran from the classroom.
It wasn't till then that Mr. Stephens noticed
anything was amiss. He strode to the TV set, where
he quickly took in what was being displayed. He at
once recognized the couple performing on screen.
"My god!" he cried, and reached for the off switch.
As the screen went black, he swung round to look at
Robyn. She was frozen in her chair, like a young
deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack
truck.
He said gravely: "Robyn, I think you had better
come with me." He took her arm and helped her rise
from her seat, then walked her out of the room.
Just outside the classroom he stopped and faced
her. "What the hell was that I just saw, young
lady?" His face was red, and he looked thoroughly
upset.
Tears streamed down Robyn's cheeks, but all she
could say was: "I'm sorry, Mr. Stephens. I'm so
sorry. I had no idea..."
Robyn She spent the rest of the morning in the
principal's office in a state of extreme
nervousness, waiting for one of her parents to pick
her up from school.
Taylor sat across from her; both had been suspended
from school for two weeks.
At last her father showed up, having been called at
work and told the story. He looked at his daughter
as if she were a stranger. Robyn began to cry
despairingly. There was nothing she could say,
nothing at all. She couldn't explain what she'd
been thinking of, or why she'd had sex with Taylor.
Her life seemed to be at an end. At any rate, it
could never be the same again.
***
Now, two weeks later, after a huge fight with her
parents, Robyn was going back to school. Her father
had been all set to take her out of public school
and place her in the local Catholic School, St.
Bartholomew's, but she'd fought him long and hard
to stay at Mountain View High.
Her parents couldn't understand why she would want
to stay after such humiliation. Her father said:
"Young lady, I don't understand you any more. First
you humiliate yourself and shame your family, then
you want to brazen it out and go back to a school
where you've made yourself a laughing stock." He
felt so frustrated that he seemed close in tears.
Robyn persisted, however, and the day at last
arrived when she was due to go back. She left the
house quietly, dressed in a long skirt and heavy
sweater. She was determined to be an exemplary
student from now on. Dress conservatively, think
conservatively and act conservatively, she thought.
Walking with her head down, her eyes looking at the
ground, she hurried to school. She was worried to
death about what her classmates would say. She
couldn't even let herself think about Max. He
hadn't come over even once while she had been
grounded. The last sight she'd had of him was on
the day the video had been shown, and the look on
his face was etched in her memory.
As she entered her homeroom class, the other kids
became quiet. Pretty soon there wasn't a sound to
be heard as she crept to her old seat. She couldn't
bring herself to look anyone in the face, but just
slumped down in her seat and looked forward,
focusing on nothing.
Suddenly she heard hushed whispers, and looked up
to see Max at the door. They looked into each
other's eyes for a moment, then he swung into the
room and sat down a few chairs away from her. He
didn't look her way again for the rest of the
period.
***
Robyn thought that the day she'd just spent at
school had almost been as bad as the day of the
video showing.
At last school was over for the day, and she was
going home. At least Jerry and Kelly had talked to
her - they'd even eaten their lunch with her - but
there'd been no sight of Max since homeroom.
Jerry had invited her to go with them to the
Phoenix, but Robyn had declined; all she wanted to
do was go home, climb into bed and cry.
She was walking through the sports field, her eyes
fixed on the ground, thinking about how she had
screwed up both her own and Max's life by her
stupidity, when she felt herself pushed violently
from the back. She fell to the ground, hands first,
scraping both palms, and cried out in fright and
pain as she hit the dirt.
Shocked and confused, Robyn looked up at her
assailant. Her jaw dropped when she recognized
Taylor and a couple of his football buddies.
She saw red. "Taylor, you have a nerve! I thought
you'd be in hiding, not pushing girls around." She
was furious with him.
He'd forced sex on her, then shown the video to the
whole school. Right then she felt she'd like
nothing better than to strangle him. Of course she
knew she couldn't have done it even if she'd been
strong enough to overpower him, which of course she
wasn't.
Taylor just laughed. He pointed at her, saying:
"The little whore really liked riding my dick; you
guys saw it. You think she'd like to suck it now?"
He stood threateningly over Robyn, and scuffed a
little dirt onto her skirt.
Her eyes started to water, not in fear, but in
anger. How dare this bastard keep trying to
humiliate her! What harm had she ever done him?
All she'd wanted to do was keep the peace. She'd
always treated everyone with respect, but here he
was, hurting her again. She couldn't believe it.
Taylor grabbed her shirtsleeve and dragged her to
her feet. "Maybe the guys would like a piece of the
action this time. Whatd'ya think, Robyn? You up for
a little orgy with a buncha horny jocks?" He pulled
her up to him and pressed his mouth on her lips, in
a careless, sloppy kiss.
"C'mon guys, lets take little Robyn slut behind the
bleachers and show her a good time." He clamped his
big hand over the girl's mouth and bodily dragged
her the thirty feet or so to the bleacher area.
His two friends followed him, though they looked a
little unsure of themselves. As soon as they
reached the secluded space behind the bleachers,
Taylor threw Robyn to the ground.
She was breathing hard now. The hand over her mouth
and nose had made her light-headed with lack of
oxygen. There was real fear in her eyes as Taylor
hovered menacingly above her.
Without warning he dropped down on her and started
to wrestle her blouse open. Robyn began to scream.
It was all she could do, and she screamed with all
the power in her lungs.
Taylor flat handed her, hard. The shock of the slap
stunned her. It also silenced her for a moment.
"Scream like that again, bitch, and I'll smash your
cute little face in. Got that? You just lie there
and take it like the good little whore we all know
you are. Okay, baby?"
Again he started pulling at Robyn's blouse, not
caring about the damage he was causing. Buttons
went flying, and cloth was ripped as he roughly
undressed her. Robyn's blouse and bra were thrown
a few feet away, and her skirt was ripped open,
baring her beautiful, silky legs.
Taylor stopped for a moment, his breathing ragged
from his efforts and from his rising lust. He had
to admit to himself that this girl really was
beautiful, and he stared at her nakedness for a few
moments before calling to his friends: "Hey, was I
lying when I said she was a gorgeous piece of ass?"
The two other jocks looked likely to be ready for
their turns when Taylor had finished with her.
Robyn begged him to stop. "Please, Taylor, don't do
this. Don't you think I've suffered enough? You've
already ruined my life; are you trying to kill me?"
He guffawed and said: "Baby, I just want to fuck
you. I don't give a shit if you wanta die; just
don't do it till I'm done, okay?"
He forced Robyn's slender legs apart with his
massive ones, and began to position his cock-head
at her opening.
She was determined this time to fight, and to die
if necessary; she wouldn't let Taylor rape her.
They wrestled for a while in the dirt until Taylor
became frustrated with his squirming victim. He hit
Robyn another glancing blow to the head, which
knocked the remaining fight out of her.
She lay there stunned, tears pouring down her dusty
face. Taylor quickly mounted her and forced his fat
prick into her.
Robyn's looked dazed as she stared into the blue
sky, and birds flying overhead. She could feel the
boy on top of her ha he brutally humping her body.
She couldn't feel anything, her mind was numb, her
beautiful blue eyes were no longer as clear and
brilliant as before. A spark had gone from her
lovely face as well. The liveliness that usually
played across her features was fading with each
brutal thrust of the teenage rapist. Robyn felt as
if her life was over. Taylor had won.
One of the other boys was now dropping his pants
in anticipation of his turn. He looked at his buddy
fucking the hot girl. 'It's so fucking perverted',
he thought to himself. He'd never been this hard
before, and was looking forward to banging this
chick in the worst way.
Taylor, meanwhile, was really enjoying himself.
'God she's tight!' he thought. "Yeah, baby, I'm
gonna come in you again," he crowed. "Maybe this
time we can make a baby. With our looks we'd make
a knock-out kid." He increased the violence of his
thrusts at the thought of making this 'hot bitch'
pregnant.
Robyn closed her eyes and thought of death...
Suddenly there was a loud noise, a yell, and all
hell broke loose. After the yell, the next thing
that registered with Robyn was that Taylor had
stopped fucking her. Then she saw the blood.
Was she dying? Had they killed her? Slowly the
scene came into focus.
MAX! OH MAX! Max had found them, and he was
smashing heads. He'd already downed the guy with
his pants down, and apparently he'd banged Taylor
on the side of the head with a board.
Taylor was standing in a crouch, naked, still with
a partial erection. Blood dripped down the side of
his head, and he was circling Max in a wrestler's
stance. Max didn't waste any time, taking the two
by four and slamming it into Taylor's crotch.
The big football player doubled over and crashed
to the ground, face first. Max now rushed over to
Robyn, cursing over his shoulder at the remaining
jock, who turned and ran away as fast as he could.
"Hi beautiful. How ya doin?"
Robyn, who was lying in the dirt, stripped naked,
dirty and disheveled, leaned against Max and gave
him a bright smile. Her big blue eyes were shining.
Epilogue:
In a perfect world Robyn and Max would live happily
ever after, and Taylor would go to jail for a long
time, but it's not a perfect world. However, if
these events actually happened - and let's say they
did- then Robyn and Max would have as much chance
of living happily ever after as anyone else would.
Hope you enjoyed my story.
*
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for
his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing
such a good job editing my stories.
(c) August 1997 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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