Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Summer of Corruption ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Aw, no fair. Mommy dearest got to ruin my fun," James sighed. Leaning back in his desk, he closed his eyes. Nice knowing you, Fiona.

Fiona didn't come to school until after lunch the next day. She had her school jacket off as she walked to class. A bandage ran down her arm, covering her hand and forearm. She wore her hair down and said nothing as she walked in and took her seat while the teacher looked at the red mark on her face.

Rain was the first to talk to her after class was over. His eyes were wide with worry as examined her. The fact that he was upset with her was completely shoved from his mind. Injuries first. Contempt second. "What happened to you!? Did you get into a fight?"

"I fell down my stairs. It's a long fall. No big. Walking it off," she assured him and put her headphones in. He frowned and took her hand, pulling her to the nurse's office with him. The nurse was out, so he made her sit while he started looking for something to help with the swelling on her face. He never knew stairs that left a hand print on someone's face. She hissed as he moved her about. "Careful. Everything hurts a bit."

"Well that's what you get for fighting," he told her, finding some creme, he put some on his finger and began to rub it into her cheek.

"I wasn't fighting," she said. "I would win if I was fighting," she assured him. "Ow! Damn it stop!" She grabbed his hand and pushed him back. "Back off ok? I said I was fine." She fixed her bag on her and wiped the cream off before walking out.

"Okay...." Slipping the cream into his pocket, he followed her out, figuring that she would end up needing it eventually. The wounds look bad, he wondered who did them to her.

Taking a deep breath, Fiona went through school silent. She didn't gab with her normal group, though if she wanted to she wouldn't. James was around and he had fell right into his normal crowd. Her crowd. So for the time she would avoid them.

James watched as Fiona walked past him, a little girlish guy following in behind her. It seemed that she did have a new pet.

"Have you had someone look at those wounds?" He was worried, that much was obvious.

She turned to him. "Look, I release you. Go make friends with the band club or something. I don't have time for you."

"I-" He stopped and nodded. Nothing. That was what he was. Taking her uninjured hand, he placed the cream in it. "Here. For your face." With that, he turned and walked away.

She fisted the cream and threw it in the back of his head. "You are so dense," she groaned. Turning from him she pushed her hair from her face and walked to her limo.

"How am I dense? You're the one who gets hurt and won't ask for help!" he yelled across the schoolyard.

"Ugh!" She turned around as the door was opened for her. "Stop talking to me damn it! I said I was fucking done with you! Go find someone else's leg to hump!" She got in her limo and the limo drove off.

His jaw dropped and his cheeks turned red as kids looked at him. He quickly hurried off to class, not wanting to even meet anyone's gaze.

Fiona pulled off her shirt when she got home. Her bruised ribs stared at her in the mirror as she stood in her skirt and bra. "This fucking sucks."

About ten minutes after she got home, James pushed open her bedroom door. "So your mom beat the shit out of you again, huh?"

She groaned. "You have a key to my house. I forgot about that."

"Yep. So what'd you do to piss her off this time?" Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a bottle of vodka and held it up for her.

"I bought the wrong summer dress to go on our family photo for the company. She told me that was four thousand dollars down the drain. I don't know why it matters if I bought a topaz dress or an aqua dress. They are the same fucking color," she groaned. She looked at the vodka. "What do you want? You didn't come here to chat."

"Nope. I wanted to screw you were vulnerable and find out about your new pet. He was practically moping with his tail in between his legs when I left."

She rolled her eyes. "No to the fuck and he's not my pet."

"Uh huh. Just like I wasn't? Come on, spill," he patted the spot beside him on the bed.

"You were. I'll admit that. If it wasn't for me you probably still wouldn't have got to second base. At least not with a girl." She took her skirt off and walked to her closet to find something comfortable. "He's just a new kid. I started on him, but I'm bored with him."

"Not with a girl? What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He sat up and stretched, pulling off the top of the vodka bottle and taking a few swigs. "This kid must be a real loser for you to get bored with him already."

"Yeah," she said as she pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt then dressed. Walking over to him she sat down and took the vodka. She took a swig.

"You never finished about the whole 'girl' part," he said, taking the bottle and having another swig. "And more importantly, if you're not screwing that loser who are you with now?"

"I'm never 'with' anyone."

"Still avoiding the other question." His hand slid up her leg as he guided her back on the bed. "And you know what I mean." Leaning down he kissed her.

She pushed at his chest and pushed him away from her. "I mean you would be fucking boys and I told you I'm not sleeping with you."

"Bullshit on both accounts."

"Believe what you want," she shrugged as she laid back on her bed.

"I know you, Fi. Mom comes in, beats you up. You screw the closest guy to get payback. Well, here I am."

"Yeah...not happening. There is no telling what whore you were with while you were gone. And I don't want whatever is left over," she said.

"Right. Like you haven't been sleeping around with everything that has two legs." Seeing that she was actually being serious, he rolled his eyes and grabbed his bottle while sitting up.

She sat up. Pinning him to the bed, she searched for his keys and pulled her house key off the ring. "Get out of my house."

He moved up and kissed her again, forcing his tongue in her mouth before rolling over and pushing her down on the bed. "That's okay. I have a spare."

She smirked up at him. "I'm changing my locks."

"Sure you will," he whispered in her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

"I told you I'm not fucking you. Bring me back that little paper that says you’re clean and I'll think about it."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper and slid it into her shirt. "Call me," he said, crawling off of her and grabbing his bottle. She slid up and pulled the paper out to look at it. The paper was just what she asked for. A test showing he was clean. He even had them sign it with a smile face.

She smirked. "I know you are in my hall. You probably have your pants and shirt off don't you?"

"That is a reasonable probability."

"Well come in and let me see how you have grown." He strolled into her room, his clothes all removed, his hands on his hips as he displayed himself proudly. She smirked. "My, my, my, how you have grown."

"Yes, I am quite proud," he said, walking toward her, letting her examine his girth.

"Hmmm," she said and flicked him. "Better undress me."

He smirked as she flicked his manhood. Pushing her down onto the bed, his hands slid up her waist, pulling up her shirt and tossing it onto the ground before he all but ripped off her shorts and panties.

She unclasped her bra and threw it on the ground then looked up at him. "Watch my arm and ribs."

"Will do," he said as he cupped her face. "But be quiet. You're my bitch now."

"Oooo, so sorry, master," she said innocently.

"That's right, slut. You're all mine."

He let his hands move over her, careful of her arms and ribs, but rough with her breasts and thighs as he stroked and massaged the flesh, pushing her legs apart so he could grind his cock against her. It had been a bit since her last time. She was more than excited. She wanted this. Pushing her breasts into his hands, he massaged and kneaded them, lifting them up as he began to bite and nip at her flesh. Grinding her harder, his cock began to get stiff. Once it was hard enough, he spread her legs further and began to push it into her. Her back arched and she hissed then moaned.

"No moaning," he ordered with a smirk. "I want you silent. Don't make me get the gag."

She closed her eyes and nodded. Holding her hips down, he forced all of into her, feeling her stretch and widen while he buried himself till his balls slapped against her. She bit her lip hard and fisted her hands. Once she was ready for him, he started pumping her hard and fast, picking up where they left off so long ago. She panted softly while staying silent. He grew rougher, his nails traveling down her chest, clawing her as he pumped. She winced but that only made it hotter. Her hands moved to his hips and she moved her legs closer to her chest, letting him go in deeper.

He moaned about her, his teeth burying into her shoulder as he bit, his nails digging into her hips as he shoved himself in as far as he could go. "You still sensitive behind your ears?" he asked, his finger slipping up and sliding along the ridge of her ear. She tensed and arched her back. He grinned devishly. "I'm close."

She bit hard on her lip and felt blood rush in her mouth. Pumping her faster, he held her down as he came his cum filling her hard as he hissed into her neck. As soon as he was done, she pushed him off her.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Thanks for getting me off too, jack ass."

He smirked and pushed her down. "I didn't say you could talk. Just nod. Your toys still in the same place?"

She nodded. Crawling off of her, he reached beneath her bed and pulled out a large case. Opening it up revealed every sex toy possible. Grabbing a vibrator and some nipple pumps, he crawled off and attached the pumps to her. Once they started, he forced the vibrator into her and turned it on full blast. She shivered at the feeling. As the vibrator did it's job, he grabbed a smaller one and covered it in lube. Lifting her hips up, he worked it into her ass. She watched him. He had come a long way since they first met. Now taking charge and loving to see her in pain.

"Now, scream for me," he teased as he pulled out a whip.

She smirked. "Bring it on."

Flexing the whip, he cracked it over her chest. Her back arched and she winced. Blood poured over her and she breathed hard.

"You aren't screaming." He cracked it again over her thighs.

She winced again. Reaching up she grabbed the whip and pulled it, pulling him down over her. "I don't scream."

"We'll see." Going back up, he reached into the box and grabbed something. Spraying something onto the whip, he stepped back and cracked it again. This time along with the pain of the actually whipping, her flesh stung from the disinfectant on the whip. Her body cringed and twisted in pain, but she only gasped with wide eyes. Within ten minutes, her body was covered in lashes and she was near the point of orgasm, and she'd yet to scream. "You're harder to break than I thought."

She panted and wiped some sweat from her forehead. Leaning over her, he started to crawl over her bleeding body. Taking her head, he aimed it at his hardened cock. Sitting on her chest, he pushed her face onto him. Holding the controls for her vibrators, he began to change the power setting. Weak and then hard at a rapid pace. She looked up at him and nipped at his cock.

"Suck harder my little whore. You know what I like."

"I don't suck when told to. It's a privilege to have me do that," she said with hard eyes.

He reached down and slapped her. "Do it." She growled and bit his cock. He hissed. "Fuck! It's actually bleeding."

"That's the point." She pushed him off her and watched him hit the ground. Sitting up, she pulled the contraptions off her and winced. Turning off everything, she threw them in the cases. "Though you know a lot, you are still only the student."

He held his bleeding cock and hissed. "Yeah well, eventually I'm going to dethrone you."

"Yeah whatever. You still can't make me cum." She stood and pulled the bandages off her arm as she went to the shower.

"That's because you’re incapable of fucking cumming." Standing, he took her panties and wiped the blood off his cock before he started to grab his clothes.

She ignored him as she cleaned up and let her cuts slowly heal. "Anyway, I'm gone. See ya at school. If you want to fuck, you've got my number."

"Not likely," she said to herself.

He left, glad to have finally screwed her again. Man, he had missed that.

Rain's eyes were wide the entire time he stared at her. He was mad at her. She didn't want to talk to him and that was fine.... But she looked like she was in pain. What was going on with her!? At break, he walked toward her very slowly. "What...happened to you?"

She glared at him. "Do you have abandonment issues?"

"What? No...I just...you're hurt," he said softly. "I just wanted to make certain you were okay. You look like you're in pain."

"Rought sex."

His cheeks turned blood red. "Oh. Oh! I-I see. I didn't realize it could get...that...rough."

She looked at him. "You make it sooo hard not to want to corrupt you."

He cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"I didn't stutter and I don't repeat myself."

"I know...I just don't understand. How can you corrupt someone?"

She stood up and brushed his cheek. "Want to find out?"

He stiffened. "Umm...well...I mean...I think...it's just that...."

"Remember when I asked you if you wanted to save kissing for marriage?" He nodded. "When you answer no to that, we can continue this relationship. Until then, walk away, weather man."

"Relationship? What...kind of relationship?"

"The corruption kind."

"Isn't...I mean...corruption is a bad thing...."

"Do I look unhappy to you?"

"No. Just very angry and beat up."

She laughed. "I'm not angry or beat up. Your proception on people is very pessimistic."

"I'm not a pessimist! I'm just...well...I'm me. That's not a bad thing."

"I never said it was," she said with a shrug.

He nodded. Fair enough. "Okay...well maybe...I mean...I might...eventually take you up on that...offer."

"Let me know when you want it."

He swallowed hard. That sounded really wrong. Smiling at him, she leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. Picking up her bag, she walked off. He was blushing madly. School was over before she knew it and the weekend started as soon as she got in her limo.

James leaned back in her limo seat. "So, what are we doing tonight? Sex. Foreplay? Roleplay?"

"Nothing. I'm done with you."

"How many times have you said that? It's starting to get old."

"If you quit stalking me it would be easier."

"I'm not stalking. I'm just hitching a ride to your house."

"Stalking."

"Raping. Same thing."

"Whatever. I changed the locks on my house. Your keys won't work anymore."

"What!? You actually went through with that?"

"I wasn't joking when I said stop stalking me. I released you into the world, you aren't suppose to come back. Dumb ass."

"Oh please. Released into the world? Really? I'm not a wild animal. Well, not when I'm sober," he smirked.

She sighed. "I'm bored with you. Just go away."

His eyes hardened. "And this new kid you were kissing during break?"

"I kissed his cheek. Jealous?"

"Of that wimp? No way."

She leaned forward and smiled at him. "You should be."

His eyes widened. "He's not.... You said you were through with him."

"I'm a liar."

"Oh come on. What do you see in him? He's more girly than you are."

"I find it funny you are so upset that I like him. Are you upset I'm bored with you?" She sat back in her chair and looked out the window. "What else do you want from me, James? I taught you all I know."

"I'm not upset that you're bored withI left you, remember? I just don't see what there is to like about him," he said as he relaxed somewhat.

"I like his innocents. It's what I liked about you when we first met. But you were so eager to learn. He, on the other hand, he's more complicated."

"You know you're sick, right? I mean, breaking innocent kids and turning them into sex addicts."

"Yeah well most of them stay gone when they leave."

"Yeah, but how many of them do you really think you helped? All you did was fuck them up."

"Not my problem. I asked them all if they wanted it. They kept coming back for me. Some...keeps coming back...James."