Message-ID: <21369asstr$943164601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: storiesman@aol.comAdmin (The Archive) Subject: {ASSM} Kristen - Transfer Student 3 (mf, teens, rp, v) X-Original-Message-ID: <19991120180607.06231.00000253@ng-fl1.aol.com> Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 01:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw Archive name: student.txt (mf, voy, rp, blkmail, v) Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker Story title : The Transfer Student Part 3 of 3 ------------------------------------------------------ Copyright (c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial free sites, or in the free area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ The Transfer Student by Kristen 8/97 (edited 11/99) Robby Benson hated his name. All the freshmen made fun of it. There apparently had been some child actor in the dark ages that had that name. It seemed like no one would ever let him forget that. He picked up his step as he looked at his watch. Only 10 minutes until school starts, he thought. Robby was happy to be going to school that day. It was a really big day for him. Yeah man, he was gonna get some tutoring from the Angel of the junior class. For once he almost liked his name again. Robyn, Robby, 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 had become known that he was going to get tutored by Robyn. Just lucky he guessed. Yes luck of the draw, because she'd volunteered to be a student tutor, and he'd drawn her name, "yes sir" what a deal. Robby Benson heard the first bell ring, and jogged onto school grounds and quickly headed for his homeroom. As he arrived he heard the announcement over the loud speaker 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 do a little more dreaming about his angel. The final bell rang, and the teacher announced that in about five minutes the Mars landing was going to be televised, and that they were to stay quiet, and remain in their seats. After a few minutes the TV in Robby's room automatical- ly came on. Everyone sat expectantly, figuring that the Mars thing would be worth at least a few minutes of attention. Then to Robby's shock and delight, the boy almost jumped out of his seat, as an image of a beauti- ful girl, and a handsome guy flashed on the screen. She was on hands and knees and he was fucking her doggy style. Robby couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Wow..." was all he could croak, he'd never imagined anything like this even in his wildest masturbatory dreams. It was just too much. All the kids in his freshman homeroom gasped and sat silently watching the erotic sex show on the screen. As 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!" Robby screeched. The teacher busy at her desk hadn't noticed anything amiss, until Robby's outburst. She looked up and saw all the shocked and excited faces staring at the tele- vision screen, and she was alarmed. What could possibly be going on? She stood up from her desk and walked around to the front of the screen and stood stock still, white faced as her eyes brought the picture in all it's implica- tion, to her brain. In a flash she turned the set off, to a tumultuous, AAAHHHH... from the all the students. < Two weeks later > The alarm blared in Robyn's ear, bringing her slowly awake. Moaning softly, rolling over on her stomach, she reluctantly opened her eyes. 'Oh god, this is the day', she thought. Life had been hell for the her since that day when the video was shown to the whole school. As Robyn dragged herself from her bed, the whole incident ran through her head for the thousandth time. She remembered looking up expectantly, excited to see the Mars landing on the television, but as it dawned on her that she was watching a video of two people having sex, her face went white as a sheet. 'It was her! It was her and Taylor! But how could that be?' She hadn't even told Max what she had done with Taylor. Then with mind numbing fear she slowly turned to Max who was sitting beside her in class. Their eyes locked for a moment, and she could see terrible the anguish in his eyes. Robyn opened her mouth to tell him... Tell him... What could she say? Max with one more long look at the TV screen stood - trembling, knocking his chair over, and then he turned and ran from the classroom. In that instant Mr. Stephens had noticed that something was amiss. He quickly walked to the TV set, and looking at the screen in front of him, stopped for a moment to take in what was happening. As he watched the young lovers performing, he realized that he knew them. He said out loud. "Oh my god!" and reached for the off switch. As the television turned black, he swung around to look at Robyn. She was frozen in her chair. She looked like a young deer in the headlights of an on- coming Mack truck. Mr. Stephens said, "Robyn, I think you had better come with me." He took her arm and lifted her out of her seat and quickly walked her out of the room. As they stood facing each other just outside the classroom, He said, "What the hell was that I just saw young lady?" His face was red, and he looked very up-set. Robyn's tears began to trail down her soft cheeks, and all she could say was, "I'm sorry Mr. Stephens, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..." Robyn spent the rest of the morning in the principal's office in abject terror, waiting for her father and mother to come to school. Taylor was sitting across from her; they had both been suspended from school for two weeks. Finally 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 in despair, there was nothing she could say, nothing at all. She couldn't explain what she had thought, or why she'd had sex with Taylor. She thought that her life was at an end, life would never be the same. * Now two weeks later, after a huge fight with her parents, she 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. She'd fought her parents long and hard to stay at Mountain View High. Her parents couldn't under- stand why she would want to stay after her humiliation. Her father said, "Young Lady, I just don't understand you any more. First you humiliate yourself, and shame our family, then you want to brazen it out and go back to a school where you are a laughing stock." He was so frustrated with the situation he was almost in tears. But Robyn persisted, and the time for her to go back had arrived. She left the house quietly, dressed in a long skirt and heavy sweater. She was going to be good from now on. Dress conservatively, think con- servatively, and act conservatively, she thought. Walking with her head down, eyes looking at the ground, she hurried to school. She was scared to death about what her classmates would say. She couldn't even let herself think about Max. He hadn't come over once while she was grounded. The last sight she'd had of him was the day the video was shown, and the look on his face was etched into her memory forever. As the Robyn entered her homeroom class, the other kids quieted down. Pretty soon there wasn't a sound to be heard, as Robyn crept to her old seat. She couldn't bring herself to look anyone in the face. She just slumped down in her seat, and looked forward focusing on nothing. Then suddenly there were hushed whispers, and she looked up to see Max at the door. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and then he swung into the room and sat a few chairs way 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 was maybe almost as bad as the day of the video showing. Finally school was over, and she was walking home. At least Jerry and Kelly had talked to her, even ate their lunch with her, but no sight of Max since homeroom. Jerry had invited her to come with them to the Phoenix, but Robyn had declined, all she wanted to do was go home and climb into bed, and cry. She was walking through the play field, eyes to the ground thinking about how she had screwed up both her and Max's life with her stupid actions, when someone pushed her in the back. Robyn flew to the ground hands first, scraping both palms. The young girl cried out in fright and pain as she hit the dirt. Shocked and confused Robyn looked up at her assailant. Her jaw dropped as she recognized Taylor, and a couple of his football buddies. "Taylor, you have a nerve. I thought you'd be in hiding, not pushing girls around." She sneered. Robyn was ferrous at him; he had forced sex on her, then shown the video to the whole school. Right then she would have liked nothing better than to strangle the life out of him, but she knew she couldn't do that, even if she had been strong enough to over power him, which she wasn't. Taylor laughed at her, pointing he said, "Little whore really liked riding my dick. You guys saw it, you think she'd like to suck it now?" He stood over Robyn threateningly and scuffed a little dirt onto her skirt. Robyn's eyes started to water, not in fear, but anger. How dare this bastard keep trying to humiliate her! What had she ever done to him? All she had 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. Then Taylor grabbed her shirtsleeve and dragged her to her feet. "Maybe the guys would like a piece of the action this time, whatdo'ya think Robyn, you up for a little orgy with a bun'cha horny jocks?" He pulled the girl to him and pressed his mouth to her lips, giving her a sloppy uncaring kiss. "C'mon guys lets take little Robyn slut back behind the bleachers and show her a good time." He clamped his big hand over Robyn's mouth, and bodily dragged the girl the 30-feet or so to the bleacher area. Taylor's two friends followed a little unsure. Once all the teens had reached the secluded space be- hind the deserted bleachers, Taylor threw Robyn to the ground. She was breathing hard now. His hand over her mouth and nose, making her light headed with lack of oxygen. Fear was in her eyes, as Taylor hovered over her menacingly. Without warning he dropped onto Robyn and started to wrestle her blouse open. Robyn began to scream, that was all she could do, and she screamed at the top of her lunges. Taylor flat-handed her hard. The shock of the slap stunned her; it also silenced her for a moment. "If you scream like that again bitch, I'll smash your cute little nose, got that? You just lie there and take it like the good little whore that we all know you are, okay, baby?" He started pulling Robyn's blouse open, not caring about the damage he was causing. Buttons went flying and cloth ripped as he undressed her roughly. Her blouse and bra lay a few feet away in a pile, and her skirt was ripped open to reveal her beautiful silky legs. Taylor stopped for a moment, breathing raggedly from his efforts, mixed with his rising lust. He had to admit that this girl really was beautiful, and he stared at her revealed body for a few more moments before he called to his friends. "Hey was I lying when I told you she's a gorgeous piece of ass?" The two other jocks looked like they would be ready for their turns when Taylor was finished. Robyn begged him to stop, "Please Taylor, don't do this to me. I've suffered enough, you've already ruined my life, what are you trying to do, kill me?" Taylor just laughed and said, "Baby, all I want to do to you is fuck you. I don't give a shit if you want'a die, just don't do it until I'm done, okay?" He forced the Robyn's long legs apart with his massive ones, and began to position his cock-head at her open- ing. Robyn was determined this time to fight and die if necessary, she wasn't going to let Taylor rape her. But as the teenagers wrestled in the dirt, Taylor became frustrated with the squirming girl and hit her another glancing blow to the head. That knocked the remaining fight out of Robyn. She lay there stunned; tears pouring down her dust-covered face. Taylor quickly mounted the sobbing girl and thrust hard into her. As Robyn numbly looked past the humping boy on top of her, she saw the blue sky, and the birds flying over head. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed not quite as clear and brilliant as before, something was gone from her face too. The liveliness that had played across her features was disappearing with each thrust of the teenage rapist. Robyn knew that she couldn't go on any more, her life was over now. Taylor had won. One of the other boys was dropping his pants in anti- cipation. He looked on, as his buddy fucked the hot girl, 'it was so fucking perverted', he thought to himself. He hadn't ever been this hard before, he was looking forward to banging this chick in the worst way. Taylor was really enjoying himself. 'God she's tight,' he thought. "Yeah baby, I'm gonna come in you again, maybe this time we can make a baby. With our looks we'd make a knock-out kid." He increased his thrusts at the thought of making this hot 'bitch' pregnant. Robyn closed her eyes and wanted to die. There was a loud noise, a yell, and then all hell broke loose. After the yell, the next thing that registered in Robyn's mind was that Taylor had stopped thrusting into her, then the blood. Was she dying, had they killed her? Then 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 ap- parently he'd banged Taylor on the side of the head with a board, because he was standing in a crouch, naked, still with a partial erection, blood dripping down the side of his head, circling Max in a wrestlers stance. But Max didn't waste any time; he took the two by four and slammed it into Taylor's crotch. The big football player doubled over and crashed to the ground face first. Max rushed to Robyn, cursing over his shoulder at the remaining boy who turned and ran as fast as he could. "Hi beautiful, How ya doin?" Max looked down at Robyn laying in the dirt, resting against his arms, stripped naked, dirty, and dishevel- ed, and just gave her his fascinating smile. Robyn's big blue eyes shined brightly... Epilogue: In a perfect world Robyn and Max might live happily ever after. And Taylor would go to jail for a long time. But it's not a perfect world. But if the events just happened, and lets say they did. Then Robyn and Max have as much chance to be happy ever after, as anyone else does. Hope you enjoyed my story. (c) 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker Kristen078@hotmail.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/stories/ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Please keep in mind that when a woman says no, she invariably means it. Rape, date rape or forced sex with a "non" consenting woman can bring dire conse- quences. The average prison term for rape in the U.S. is 25 years. This story was fantasy and should be considered as unusual entertainment only. Treat all women with respect, they are the fairer sex! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ========================================= The Kristen Archives can be reached at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/ To keep it free visit http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ========================================= -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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