Page 86 of Payback
“Because I’ve brought a treat.”
She playfully patted my cheek, and the room reverberated with laughter. I could barely understand what was about to happen. My mind strained to process her words, while my heart raced with trepidation, threatening to overwhelm me. I couldn’t fathom that they would actually take it this far. I struggled to accept that this was a boundary they were willing to breach, yet there I stood—stripped of my t-shirt, paraded around by Alison as if I were an object to be toyed with. However, I had experienced something similar before and knew what lay ahead.
“Feel free to do whatever you want with him. I’m lending him out today!” she proclaimed, her words striking me like a dagger, though I suppressed the urge to cry. With a forceful shove, I stumbled forward, landing in the arms of another burly player. He pushed me away, propelling me into the grasp of the next, enveloping me in a sea of hands and bared torsos.
“Do you think he knows how to suck cock?” one jeered.
“If not, we can always instruct him.”
Laughter inundated my senses, leaving me feeling lightheaded. An inclination to collapse onto the floor surged within me. And when there was an absence of hands to catch me, I indeed crumbled, making contact with the ground beneath me.
“Can your pet perform any tricks, Alison?” one of the players asked.
“Why don’t you find out?” she responded. “If not, it’s our duty to train him.”
Their laughter resounded once more, and I cast an anxious gaze upward at the towering figures that encircled me. In a sudden, unsettling gesture, one of them discarded his towel, revealing his soft cock. I instinctively averted my eyes from the sight, even attempting to inch away. However, another presence emerged from behind, seizing hold of my hair. With a harsh thrust, I was propelled toward the player, all the while they mocked me, instructing me to suck him off. More towels were discarded, and they formed a circle around me. Nausea churned within me, the sensation of bile trapped in my throat. The person behind pushed me even closer, urging me to open my mouth. I shook my head in defiance, refusing to comply. However, I struggled to evade the sight of their exposed dicks. It was akin to a nightmarish regression, thrust back into the hellish familiarity of my home. I knew all too well the terrible sensation of one’s body being violated, and now it was poised to happen within the confines of the school? I could barely comprehend the thought. The figure before me, who sought to be aroused, grew impatient with the delay.
He raised his hand, his forceful blow causing my nose to bleed instantaneously.
“Weren’t you instructed to get to work?” he demanded, making me tremble even more.
I couldn’t bear to do it. I would rather endure any number of beatings, endure every indignity imaginable—being trampled, spat upon, even urinated upon. Anything was preferable to subjecting myself to these horrors. I refused to believe Alison could be so evil, and all because I had engaged in conversation with another girl. In that moment, my only wish was to turn back time, to summon the courage to accompany Verona. Had I done so, I wouldn’t be ensnared here, encircled by this grotesque assembly, coerced into unspeakable acts. Once again, hands clamped onto me from behind, thrusting me closer until the player’s dick was nearly in contact with my face.
“Despite the absence of any tits I occasionally pondered if you were secretly a girl,” he taunted.
“Perhaps they are simply that small,” another voice chimed in.
“In that case, teaching you how to give head is a favor to you.”
I attempted to avert my gaze, to distance myself from the harrowing sight, but I found myself pushed even closer. I was convinced that he would forcibly thrust himself into my throat once he grew tired of waiting. However, a sharp whistle pierced the air. The grip on me loosened, and the crowd began to disperse. I remained on my knees, bewildered, watching as the players hurriedly dressed. Amid the dispersing assembly, Alison stood, arms crossed, an air of satisfaction surrounding her. She didn’t utter a word or draw nearer. With her departure, I was left in the room as more and more players exited, until I sat alone on the ground. Tears finally cascaded down my cheeks. Some were born of relief, realizing that it had been a calculated attempt to terrify me. Alison’s intent wasn’t for me to actually suck them off. She merely aimed to exhibit her power over me. I understood it, and the bone-chilling fear it induced was overwhelming. How could I ever accomplish what Verona believed I could someday achieve? Alison held an iron grip around my throat, and I didn’t see how I could extricate myself from it.
Slowly, I managed to rise, my legs trembling. My t-shirt was gone, yet I wasn’t ready to depart the room. I ventured toward the showers, driven by the need to cleanse myself of their touch, their hands on my body and face. I refrained from stepping into the direct stream, reluctant to expose my nakedness. Instead, I cupped my hands, collecting water to cleanse my face and body until my skin turned red. I washed away the tears, relieved that it was over. When I felt slightly more composed, I turned off the water. As I spun around, however, I realized I wasn’t alone. One of the players—the very one who had seized me—stood at the entrance to the shower room. Perplexed, I surveyed the scene, struggling to comprehend his return. Perhaps Alison was about to appear, enhancing the prank’s chilling effect. Yet, the room remained silent, and a sense of unease washed over me. This didn’t conform to the usual pattern.
Suddenly, he discarded his t-shirt, followed by his pants, revealing his hard dick. Every fiber of my being froze in terror. Panic seized me, my body immobilized, and I couldn’t make sense of the situation. When would the punchline arrive? When would Alison clap her hands together and make it all vanish? The player advanced toward me. I attempted to sidestep him, but he blocked my path, forcing me backward. When I tried again, he grabbed me, forcefully slamming my head into the wall before proceeding to strip off my pants. He turned on the water, drowning out my cries as he violated me, his brutal grunts filling the air as he raped me right there in the showers. I had no opportunity to employ my self-defense mechanisms, no way to retreat within myself. I experienced every moment acutely, hearing his pants and feeling the agonizing rhythm of his movements within me. I fought to stifle any sound, enduring it, awaiting the end. Thankfully, it concluded fast as he climaxed inside me, accompanied by a guttural groan etched into my memory.
Once he withdrew, he rinsed off and departed, leaving me behind. Slowly, I slumped against the wall, silent tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t form a single thought. It was a teacher who eventually discovered me, but despite my state, no consequences befell any of them.
-Alison-
I blinked rapidly, Jared’s words throwing me into confusion. I struggled to grasp his meaning. Was this a probing question? Or was he merely attempting to manipulate my thoughts? His eyes held a deep and anguished expression, one that defied interpretation. The accusatory gaze he fixed upon me left me at a loss for words. It was all so perplexing. Breaking the uncomfortable silence after a few moments, I finally spoke up.
“I… don’t understand what you mean. I made them back off,” I asserted.
His unwavering gaze persisted, his anger reaching an intensity I hadn’t previously witnessed.
“I made them back off!” I repeated, my voice growing more forceful.
“But what about after?” he asked.
“After? There was no ‘after’. They left. I left!” I exclaimed.
“But then one of them returned.”
I recoiled, staring at him in utter disbelief.
“W-What?” I stammered.
“One of them came back, Alison.”
