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Codes - MF, Mdom, blackmail, humil, reluc/nc, oral, light inc
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: The following story contains very strong sexually explicit content, including themes of a coercive and non-consensual nature. It is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18, nor by anyone who might be offended by such content (please see the story codes above for specific content themes before reading further). This story is entirely fictional and is NOT descriptive, or prescriptive of reality. If you don't know what that means-I implore you to stop reading now. It's written as fantasy and for my own enjoyment, and I'm making it available to others in the event that it might speak to others' fantasies as well. If you think you might be offended, please do us both a favor, and stop reading now.
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ALLY'S ACCIDENTAL SPRING CH. 1
BY
TORX73
Ally was completely panicked. The young 18 year old girl was panting for breath, not even sure if she was completely unhurt after the accident. Everything had happened so fast. One moment she was speeding a little too fast down a dirt road, while on an ill advised joyride with her step-father's Corvette in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. The next thing she knew, she was swerving in panic to avoid the collection of large rocks strewn in the middle of the road. She had no idea what these boulders were doing there, but ultimately it didn't matter. They were there, and they were big enough to cause major damage to the low riding Corvette that Ally drove. In her inexperience behind the wheel, she instinctively tried to avoid them. That mistake resulted in a disorienting and terrifying 360 degree skid along the dirt surface until finally the car came to rest face down in a very large ditch along the side of the road.
Ally looked out the windshield of the car; dust swirling outside, lightly illuminated by the partially obscured headlights buried at the bottom of the ditch. The weight of her small body largely supported by the seatbelt as gravity did its job. Her honey blonde, scrunchied hair was now duly mussed as the force of her shaky breath made the tiny tendrils that lay in front of her face move in time with her panting. She finally came to her senses enough to decide she wanted to get out of the car as soon as possible. She needed to get on her own feet, to prove if only to herself that she was alive and unhurt. She immediately clicked herself out of the confining seat belt, only to find that she didn't realize the awkward position the car was in, immediately sliding forward in the seat toward the windshield. She caught herself from her "fall" with the strength of her thin, athletic legs and then set to work opening the door.
The door opened only too easily, as gravity pulled it forward and out of the control of her small hand. She immediately dropped her legs out of the car in desperation to get on solid ground and as soon as she attempted to stand up, she was once again fooled by her awkward spatial orientation and lost her balance. She fell forward into the weeds and dirt beside the car, and still in a panic, attempted to regain her footing and stand on her own two feet. Once she did, she finally tried to calm herself down enough to survey the situation.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm ok," she said aloud to herself with a shaky voice. "I'm ok. I'm ok." She almost said it as a mantra, willing it to be so as she looked and felt around on her body for any indication of injury. Thankfully, she found none. "I'm ok. Oh my God!" Ally finally calmed down enough to appraise what had happened. "Jesus. What were those fucking rocks doing there!" In her adrenaline fueled panic, she instinctively looked back up at the road from her position in the ditch to see if she could see the rocks that started this whole thing in the first place, not that that seeing them would answer any questions. Finally her attentions focused on her step-father's red Corvette that had taken a nose dive into a rocky ditch.
"Oh my god! The car! Oh shit. Shit!" Ally was starting to understand that although she was ok, the car wasn't. "Fuck!" she screamed with a desperate mixture of anger and panic. She was also beginning to understand how much trouble she was going to be in when her step-father found out what had happened. The front of the car, on the passenger side was completely smashed in, three of the wheels were blown out, and who knows what kind of damage those damn rocks did underneath.
Her step-father was a nasty man, and he made no secret about his lack of affection for Ally, but he also seemed quick to discipline her for any wrong doing. He'd spanked her on many occasions (sometimes on her bare ass), for anything from smoking to drinking to not taking the garbage out on garbage day. Although he never went any further than that, she could feel his eyes slithering over her body sometimes when she got back from the gym, or after a game. He hated him, and she hated her mother for marrying him. She couldn't wait to get out of the house and go to college someplace far away. It was only three more months until her high school days were done.
Unfortunately, her judgment sometimes left something to be desired, and now her attempt at defying her step-father by taking a joy ride in his pride and joy on the night after he'd left for Europe seemed like the biggest mistake she would ever make.
Now it was all too clear that everything was stacked against her. Ally had been drinking, she was without her purse because she left it in her locker, her cell phone was in her purse, she was still in her cheerleader outfit from the football game earlier in the evening and didn't have a change of clothes, and she was practically in the middle of nowhere. The only solace she had was that her mother and her step-father had just left the country, and wouldn't be back for a couple of months. Unfortunately, unless she figured some way out of this, that would only prolong the inevitable. If there was one standing rule in the house it was that Ally wasn't to even go near that car. He was going to kill her.
She'd somehow managed to convince her mom not to send her over to live with her aunt while they were gone. There was a close call when, just a few days before they left, her step-father caught her drinking vodka in the basement. He threatened to send her over to her aunt's for the spring, but after a bit of pleading, Ally convinced him to let her off with a mere bare-bottomed spanking right there in the basement. She cried from the force of his blows over his knee, but they'd let her stay in the house. She was given some cash and a couple of blank checks, and they would send her some money every week for her necessities.
She thought it wouldn't hurt to take the car out for a little spin. She'd found where he'd hidden the key to the garage a few months ago, and in a bit of an alcohol induced haze, decided that tonight was the night. The crash seemed to sober her up in a flash. She tried to think rationally. What could she do? She obviously needed to have the car pulled out of there. She decided that the only option right now would be to walk down the road and see if anyone actually lived out here that could help her. Just then, Ally saw a pair of headlights turn toward her and pierce through the lingering dust at the end of the street.
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Luke was on his way home after a fairly average and uninteresting day. He had towed a few un-permitted cars off the lots of a few apartment complexes during his usual rounds that morning. He'd helped out an idiot on the highway, who didn't know any better than to pay Luke three times his normal rate, in cash to get his rental back to the company he got it from--when they would have taken care of it for free. Luke laughed at that one. "God, these damn yuppie types. Fuckin' morons." He said aloud. His favorite country station blared out on the radio as he turned his truck onto the back-way home: a dirt road that got him up to his house a few minutes sooner than the more populated paved routes. The only down side was that sometimes the insane local home-owners liked to place large rocks in the middle of the road. It was a crude and dangerous solution to their problem with how fast people drove down their access way. As usual, he would take it slow.
As Luke made his way down the road, he could see some vague lights ahead, a little unusual as the houses in this area were ranch houses, far off the main path with long driveways that were more like access roads. This was an otherwise unpopulated route. As he got closer he realized that it was a car that had dived nose first into the roadside ditch, and there was a small figure standing next to it, trying to get his attention.
"Please, can you help me?" said Ally, nervously as Luke stopped his truck beside her and rolled down his window.
"Well now," said Luke smiling, "what happened here, little girl?" He looked at the girl outside his window. She was a very petite little thing, and dressed in a cheerleader outfit no less. Luke couldn't help but notice the girl's short skirt that revealed some tight, but shapely bare legs. Her honey blonde, lightly teased hair was tied in a ponytail with a scrunchy, and it bounced off her head and rested against her back and shoulders, nicely framing her beautiful young face. Luke snapped back to the present as Ally started to answer his question.
"I was driving and there were these rocks, and, " Ally was visibly shaken, and still a little light headed, but was starting to regain her composure. "I swerved and the car spun and, well. . ." exasperated, she motioned to the broken Corvette in the ditch. "Can you get it out? I need to get it out and, I don't know! Jesus, what the fuck am I going to do?" she lashed out, more at herself, with visions of her step-father in her head. "He's going to kill me," she said to no one in particular.
Luke was still busy leering at the young teenager. Her tight breasts didn't look to be too small, but they weren't too big either--they poked against her cheerleader uniform and certainly helped bring some life to Luke's pants. It'd been a long time since he'd seen such a tight, smooth, clean, young girl in a cheerleader uniform like that.
"Hey!" Ally snapped at him, "Please, can you get it out? You're a tow truck driver; this is what you do, right?" Ally was starting to feel a little more like her self again. She was used to getting what she wanted.
"Welp," Luke finally tore his gaze away from the skimpily clad teenager and looked behind her at the Corvette. "I don't know, little lady. This could be a tricky job." Luke put his truck in park and stepped out. He was a large, well muscled man, with a few requisite tattoos on his biceps. He wasn't the cleanest of fellows, but after a day on the job as a tow truck driver, that was somewhat to be expected. His dirty blond, mop-like hair hung in clumps from his head. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, some cowboy boots and a dirty, tight short sleeve button up shirt. God how gross, Ally thought, doesn't this guy shower?
"Oh come on. This is what you guys do, right?" Ally was impatient to get the car out of the ditch so she could figure out what to do next. Maybe she could have it repaired somehow. Maybe her boyfriend could help her. She knew she was screwed.
"Welp", Luke said again as he wandered over to look at the car more closely. "Yeah, I don't know if I'll be able to pull that car out a' there without making the damage underneath even worse. Yup," he said, leering back at Ally again and sensing her desperation. "Tricky job."
"Come on," Ally said, trying not to sound desperate, "Just get it out. Do you know of a good garage I could take it to to get it repaired?"
"I might know a place, but uh," Luke chuckled, "let's not get ahead of ourselves, little girl. This ain't gonna be cheap. It's a tricky job, and I require payment in advance." Luke had a hunch that he had more leverage here than she wanted him to believe. His breathing began to get heavier as he allowed his eyes to linger on her soft, bare arms as she rested her hands on her thin hips. The pleated folds of her cheerleader skirt jutted out on the sides, generously revealing her smooth thighs and tight, thin calves. The bulge in his pants was growing as he grinned faintly, allowing himself to imagine what it might be like to bend her over, lift up her tiny skirt and stuff his meat into her tight young slit. He vaguely heard Ally talking in the distance.
"Come on man. I don't have any money. Can't you just do me a favor? I just need my car towed to a garage where they can fix it." Ally smiled. She could feel Luke's eyes wandering around her body. She knew what her tight cheerleader body could do to men, her inane but popular high school boyfriend was one of the few who'd actually felt the inside of her pussy, but that was not something she gave out for free. She figured getting her car towed wasn't worth anymore than a cute smile and a little skin, a payment she figured she'd already more than satisfied.
"No money, little girl? Where're your parents, baby?" Luke wondered to himself what this little girl smelled like--up close.
"Come on dude, I told you my dad'll kill me if he finds out. Come on, can't you just do me a favor?" Ally rested her weight on one foot and bent her other leg slightly--showing it off for him a bit as she tried to smile at him. Fucking men are all alike, Ally thought.
"Well if you don't have any money, baby, you better get on your cell phone and find someone who does, cuz I ain't doin' nothing until I get paid. I think this job'll run just about $200." Luke was enjoying himself. He was pretty sure he had this young cheerleader in the palm of his hand.
"Dude, I don't have my cell phone with me. Come on man! A favor! Jesus!" What does this creep want, thought Ally. What a fucking heart of stone!
"Well," Luke raised his hand to his greasy mopped hair. "I don't know honey. What are you gonna do for me?"
"What?" said Ally. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, if I'm gonna do you a favor, what are you gonna do for me in return?" Luke grinned and raised his furrowed eyebrows.
"Come on, I'll do anything." Ally was done playing coy. "I need to get this fucking car out of this fucking ditch and into a fucking garage where it can be fixed. Just bring your truck over here, and attach your little hook and get my fucking car out, dude! I promise you'll get your money after we get to a garage and I can get to a phone." Ally couldn't believe these damn tow truck guys. The stereotype was certainly true in this guy's case. What a fucking slime ball.
"Not good enough baby." Luke stepped back into his truck, laughing at the brassy, scantily clad teenager who had no other easy way out of her predicament. "I guess you'll have to figure something else out." He put his truck in drive and started rolling slowly forward.
Ally started panicking, and walked along with Luke's truck as she talked to him through the window. "No. No, please! Come on, man. What do you want?"
"Look, little girl. Money makes the world go 'round. You don't have the money right here, right now, there's nothing I can do." Luke chided her as his truck kept creeping forward.
"No. Come on, please? I'll do anything, dude!" she pleaded, grasping the top edge of Luke's window with her well manicured hands. Despite her better efforts, Ally's desperation was beginning to become obvious.
Luke stopped the truck abruptly and leered at the teenager again--this time noticing how her pleated skirt draped around her tight, thin ass. "What'd you have in mind, sweety?" he asked with a sly grin.
Ally immediately recognized Luke's grin. She'd seen it too many times in crowds as she cheered for the football team, or in class as the boys next to her tittered among themselves as they stared unashamedly down at her bare legs when she wore shorts in the spring, or even when her creepy, scary step-father fixed his lurid gaze on her tight perky tits poking through her pink tube top during dinner. Ally had a love/hate relationship with her power over men. At once she was ashamed of being an object that men drooled over, and yet she always found excitement in it--often to the point where the only release she had was masturbation. Even with her mixed feelings about it, it was still more pleasurable than sex itself, which Ally found to be a wholly repulsive act. Her boyfriend was lucky to get what he got. Boys were such pigs, and Luke here seemed to be no exception.
Still a little intoxicated, and more than a little desperate, her body began to get a little excited at the prospect of showing this loser a little of what he couldn't have, but she was terrified that flashing a little skin wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. Still, the thought of facing her step-father after she told him what she did to his precious car seemed to her a worse prospect than this.
"What do you want?" she weakly asked, her hands still resting on the edge of his door window.
Luke could see her desperation, and he could smell the faint aroma of alcohol on her breath. He knew he had her. He smiled at her and winked as he pulled his truck around and parked it on the side of the road--aiming his headlights toward the crashed sports car. He put the truck in park and stepped out onto the road. "What's your name, darlin'?" he asked.
"Ally," she said, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into.
"Well, why don't you step over to your daddy's car there so I can see you better, little girl. Don't like talking to people in the dark after all." He smiled again as she walked in front of the truck's headlights and stood in front of her step-father's car. Meanwhile, Luke grabbed a beer out of the ice chest in his truck's cab and leaned against the grill of his truck staring at the little teenager. "You're an awfully cute little girl, you know that?"
Ally stood quietly, not answering him.
"Yes, you are. I bet daddy thinks your cute too, baby." Luke was only just beginning. "My name's Luke, by the way. It's nice to meet you Ally." He held his beer up toward her and took a drink.
"Yes," Ally muttered, feeling like she was some kind of meat in a window for this slimy grease monkey. "Nice to meet you," she stammered.
Her feeling wasn't far from the truth as Luke said, "You have nice thin, tight legs don't you sweety?" He appraised her tight, young, well-lit body. His breathing was getting heavier and his pants were getting tighter.
Ally didn't answer.
"Yeah, you do," he said. "Why don't you show them to me? Yeah, come on; put your tight stem on daddy's car for me."
Ally was hesitant, but she finally did what she was told--resting her sneaker on the bumper of the Corvette, as her raised, bare leg pushed her cheerleader skirt up to reveal even more of her inner upper thigh to Luke's leering eyes.
"Oooh--that's good, baby." Luke egged her on. "Yeah, those are hot little thighs baby. Yeah, you're a cheerleader at school, right? Why don't you pull back your leg for me? Lift it in the air and show me how flexible you are. Do it just like you do at the football games in front of all those boys." Luke took another swig of his beer.
Ally was humiliated. Here she was feeling as if she was on some makeshift, low rent sex stage in the middle of nowhere, in the glare of this tow truck driver's headlights as she put on this soft-core cheerleader leg show in front of him. After a brief pause, Ally did what she was told. Her long, thin leg stretched up beside her shoulder, as her panties were finally revealed to this sleaze ball in front of her.
"Oh, yeah! Fuckin' A baby. Damn!" Luke took another gulp of beer. "How old are you, girly? Oooh, do you like to tease the boys at school?"
Ally put her leg down and was silent. She was completely embarrassed, and starting to get angry.
"Come on little girl, stretch that leg again and answer me, baby. Are you a little tease at school? What are you? Eighteen?" Luke smiled at the teenager.
Ally looked at him with daggers in her eyes, and stood there non-responsive. She literally didn't know what to do. Her mother and step-father simply couldn't find out about this. She just didn't know what he was capable of, and he was absolutely possessive over his car. One time he had made her wash it for him and she accidentally nicked the bumper with the hose attachment. His retribution for that was a good hard, swift spanking on her bare ass in the bathroom as she bent over the sink and was made to look at her anguished, tear glazed face in the mirror. This is the kind of stuff her step-father would do, and she would get this for the smallest indiscretions. Her decision to act out against him in the middle of the night after a football game seemed to be one of the worst ideas of her life. The question is, was there another way out of this?
"Look, baby," Luke was tired of waiting for her. "If you're not going to do me a favor, I can't do you one. I'll just be on my way." He started walking toward the cab door of his truck.
"No. Wait!" said Ally, frantically. "Please." She lifted her leg back up, once again revealing her tight, flowered cotton panties and shakily said, "I'm. . . I'm eighteen." She couldn't see any benefit to lying.
Luke turned back around and started back toward the grill of his truck to watch this little girl sex show. "Ooooh. Eighteen, eh?" he cooed at her. "Damn, baby. What a pair of legs. Jesus." Luke laughed. "You're so flexible little girl. Do you like to tease boys, baby? Hm? Come on. Tell me."
Ally couldn't believe it had come to this. How far was this going to go? "Y. . . Yes," she told him what he wanted to hear.
"Yes what, Ally?" Luke asked.
"Yes. I. . . I like to tease." Ally couldn't believe she was saying these things. Her panty covered crotch was lewdly stretched and revealed to this greasy truck driver in the middle of the night on what seemed to be a road to nowhere.
"Yeah, I'll bet you do, baby. Why don't you lift up your top and show me your bra, baby. I'll bet you drive the boys at school crazy. Tell me Ally, have you fucked any of them?" he asked, bluntly.
"Please. . . please stop. Haven't you seen enough?" Ally was getting very nervous now. She had no intention of fucking this grease-ball.
"Hey, there, relax, sweety. I promise my dick isn't going to touch you. I just want a little show!" he reassured the young girl. "So, have you had sex before baby?" Luke was enjoying this. His dick was rock hard by now, and the anticipation of seeing this desperate teenager's body was driving him crazy.
"My. . . my boyfriend." Ally said weakly. She didn't know how far she was willing to take this. The problem was that she wasn't wearing a bra. She thought she'd offer him something else. She put her leg down and turned around so that her tight, cheerleader ass was facing him, then she bent over her daddy's car letting her short skirt ride up the back of her butt-cheeks to reveal her panty covered ass. She was no stranger to using her assets to get what she wanted from the boys. She'd just never had to take it this far before.
"He's a lucky son-of-a-gun, baby." Luke said, referring to her boyfriend. "That's nice baby, but let's not go too fast. I want to see your fresh young tits." Luke kept his eye on the ball. "Now turn around little girl."
Ally stood up and did what she was told. She simply didn't have any alternatives that she could see. "You fucker," she whispered hating this sleaze-ball more and more.
"What's that, Ally? Come on baby; lift up your top for Luke." He patronized her.
Ally slowly lifted up her cheerleader top. The smooth, tight skin of her tummy was first to be revealed. Her toned teenage belly button was now exposed. She felt like little more than a sex object for this leering, beer chugging fiend in front of her.
"Yeah! Look up at me while you do that baby. Show me your sexy eyes." Luke ordered.
Ally looked up at him, trying to do what he said. She locked her green eyes with his as she slowly raised her top up to reveal more of her bare cheerleader naval. She hesitated just before she revealed her tits, but Luke egged her on as he barked a few more orders at her, and she gave in. She looked defiantly at Luke as her exposed, teenage tits came peaking out from under her cheerleader uniform.
"Whhoooo hoo! Yeah, baby! No bra, huh girly? That's a good girl! Those are some tight, teenage tits you've got there, baby." Luke was thoroughly enjoying himself as he slowly debased the poor girl in front of him. "Now let your tits hold your top up, and reach down and lift your skirt up for me. Why don't you tell me what you are while you do that, too?"
Ally let her uniform rest on top of her small, exposed, perky breasts and reached down to her cheerleader skirt. She knew what he wanted to hear, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter even as she said the humiliating words, "I'm a. . . I'm a tease." She lifted her skirt up, once again revealing her tiny pair of cotton panties underneath.
Luke couldn't stop from touching himself anymore. He finished up his beer and dropped it on the ground, then unzipped his fly and pulled out his raging hard on for Ally to see. "Yeah... tell me again, baby. Tell me you're a little teenaged cock-teaser. "He grunted as he rubbed his thick sweaty meat in his hand.
Ally couldn't believe she'd been reduced to being a piece of meat on display for a tow truck driver. The humiliation she felt was almost surreal. She held her dainty girl-skirt up with tears starting to fill her eyes, and said, "I'm a . . . cock-teaser."
"Louder, baby. And I want to hear it all!" Luke rubbed his hard on slowly--enjoying his desperation for release as he let his baser instincts take over. He leered desperately at the young exposed cheerleader as if she was his very own sex doll.
"I'm a little teenage cock-teaser." Ally said more loudly, her bare nipples now little hard nubs in response to the chilly night air.
"Good, now stretch your panties to the side, I want you see your young slit." Luke ordered, his previous good humor now having melted away completely. He was caught up in thoughts of what he'd like to do to this young, stupid slut in front of him.
Ally did was she was told, although the look on Luke's face was starting to worry her. She grabbed her white panties with her slender nubile fingers and pulled them to the side. She had some light fuzz of blonde hair, but her outer lips were still clearly visible. She couldn't believe she was doing this.
"Yeah! What a young, teasing slut! God what a tight teenager!" Luke's hand work on his cock quickened its pace. "Ok, we're almost there, baby. The last thing I want you to do is squat down for me. Squat down on the ground and spread your legs so I can see your pussy. Make sure you pull those panties aside so I have a real nice view."
Ally had tears in her eyes as she felt a wet drip of her juice sliding down her inner thigh. She was humiliated that her body was actually responding to this treatment, but it wasn't altogether surprising. She was used to getting a buzz when she turned guys on with her tight little body. Although she never admitted it to anyone, it was part of the reason she became a cheerleader.
The only difference was that she was used to being in control. In this situation she felt like she was no more than an involuntary, exposed sex toy that a greasy guy was using as a live porno show. Her tight cunt lips were slightly swollen and she could feel the moisture seeping into her exposed pussy. She squatted down, feeling at once totally humiliated and somehow excited. Her legs were spread, exposing herself to this jerk-off in front of her. Her thighs and calves shook unsteadily with a combination of fear, humiliation and pure sexual energy.
"Good girl! Yeah!" Luke did something unexpected. He started walking awkwardly toward Ally--his greasy, hard cock imprisoned within his rubbing fist, and his pants draped around his meaty thighs. "Now you stay there, baby. I'm not going to hurt you. Just stay there and show me your sloppy slut hole."
Ally was paralyzed. Her legs were buckling underneath her, her vulnerable nipples jutted out into the chilly night air, and her pussy was now literally starting to drip its juice onto the gravel below.
"No, wait," she pleaded. "You said you wouldn't touch me!"
"Don't worry baby, I said my dick wouldn't touch you, and it won't. Come on baby. You want your car towed? You don't want daddy to find out, right?" Luke approached her and stood directly in front of her, his hand working over his veiny, rock hard dick. "Look up at me Ally. Be a good little cock-teaser and look up at me."
Ally did what she was told. She was confronted with Luke's sweaty, hard pole dangling above her young face as he rubbed it with his greasy hands. She looked up at his engorged cock and saw the way Luke was breathing as his lustful eyes stared down at her. The smell of his greasy hands mixed with his pungent sweat assaulted her small nose. With a sharp pang of shock and humiliation, the realization slowly dawned on her that Luke intended to ejaculate on her face.
"No. Please. Please don't." Ally had never let a boy do that before. Her boyfriend had wanted to. He'd shown her some porn, which seemed to be filled with that kind of thing, but she would never allow herself to be humiliated like that. The idea of a guy's white goop shooting out of his piss hole onto a girl's face disgusted her. Hell, it was bad enough watching him throw away the slimy, limp condom filled with his cock-spew after he was done fucking her vagina. "God... no, don't do this." She pleaded with him.
"Shut up, slut." Luke grunted, as his hand feverishly stroked up and down on his thick cock. His whole body shook with his movements as he towered over the young girl, not caring what she said at this moment.
Ally struggled to find some good in all this. At least, after he came, it would be over. Still, her instinct was to try to avoid getting repulsive man-cum on her body, especially all over her face. To her, those disgusting, cum-soaked porn girls her boyfriend seemed to like so much were the lowest form of human life. She'd even withheld sex from him until he threw his collection away. Ally lowered her head, and tried to back away from Luke, hoping he'd be too lost in the moment to notice. She couldn't think of anything else to do.
"Yes. Come on." Luke advanced, his large metal belt buckle jangling around his knees. He grabbed the base of her pony tail, wrapping his dark, dirty hands around the pink scrunchy in her hair. His well muscled arm thrust downward, forcing Ally's face up toward his dick as he continued jerking his rod off with his other hand. "Yes. . . yes." Luke said breathily, not caring about anything but squirting his load all over this pretty teenager. He moved forward, forcing Ally's body backwards--causing her to spread her legs again and reach her arms back to keep her balance. His hairy, sweaty ball sack bounced up and down with the force of his hand jerking, only inches from her chin. The strong stench of car grease and day-long, blue collar sweat permeated her young nose. The desperate Ally felt like nothing more than a cheap gutter whore, her face in prime position to accept her John's sperm-blast, and she could do nothing about it.
"Please, stop." Begged Ally, squatting below him with her legs spread wide. His strong, well muscled arms held the young girl down so that she had no leverage to get away from him. "Please, no." The juices from her wet cunt that had literally been dripping onto the ground below her milky, exposed legs, were starting to dry up as her arousal was quickly turning into pure disgust. She had unwillingly felt a sense of power and excitement at her ability to turn him on, but now that her face she was about to be hosed with his spunk, all she could feel was humiliated and used. She needed the car out of the ditch, and she simply couldn't allow her step-father to find out what had happened. She knew she had no choice. Meanwhile Luke started moaning hoarsely above her.
"Oh yes. Fuck, yes you little cock-teasing cheerleader!" Luke grunted.
Ally's head instinctively tried to snap back when she felt the first splat of hot, goopy semen strike her right cheek, but Luke's strong hand held her upturned face immobile as his dick continued to spurt its cream. Ally closed her eyes and mouth before she felt another squirt of goopy spunk drape across her nose and forehead. She smelled its deep, strong scent and wanted to wretch in disgust.
"Fuck!" Luke groaned above the squatting teenager. Her legs splayed wide and her hands dangled helplessly behind her as he plastered her face with his white fuck juice.
Ally felt another strong sperm-squirt from Luke's engorged cock splat against the cleft of her chin, deflecting into one of her nostrils. She blew out through her nose involuntarily to evacuate his jism. It splattered across her mouth and ran in a gooey string down her chin, pooling onto her exposed thigh below. Luke continued pasting the unwilling teenager's face with his cum, and all Ally could feel anymore was the sticky slime slithering down the sides of her cheeks, and sinking in to the hair above her forehead. The shame she felt was palpable, and she wondered dejectedly how her late night joy ride had come to this.
"Oh yeah! God you're a hot girl!" Luke exclaimed, squeezing his cock hard as he milked and flicked another two or three drops onto Ally's tightly closed lips. "I think that's worth a car tow!" he chuckled as he admired the young teenager's cum-pasted face.
Ally felt dehumanized, like a degraded human sperm-bag. His warm, wet spunk seemed to have a life of its own as it slimed down her cute face. Luke released his tight grip on her hair with a jerk, and Ally was able to regain her balance, left to try to wipe his fresh jism from her face with her fingers.
"God damn, baby! Hold on a second, there." Luke pulled up his pants and rushed over to the truck cab. He pulled out a little digital camera that he'd gotten some time ago when some prick-customer accused him of damaging his car. Luke normally used the camera for "before" pictures of the cars he towed, but now he'd use it for "after" pictures of the little spunk-hosed cheerleader.
"Smile, Ally!" Luke said, and just as Ally raised her head up, her eyes pasted shut, still trying to wipe his thick spunk away from her mouth, he shot a picture of her. "I'll bet the boys at school really like you, don't they. Jesus! Whew!" Luke took several more pictures of the splayed out pathetic girl in front of him trying to wipe cum from her eyes to see what was going on. He finally finished putting his cock away. "Alrighty, baby. I think we can get this car outta here and take it to my buddy Karl's garage. He should be able to fix it up for ya."
Ally could hear the fake shutter sound on the digital camera, and she could see the flash through her closed eyes. She knew he had taken pictures of her. It only served to degrade her even further. She had managed to wipe the cum away from her lips so she could say something. "You fucking fucker," she muttered, realizing her hands were soaked with his cooling spunk. "Do you have a fucking towel, dude?" she asked.
"Nah, just use your cute little skirt there, baby," said Luke dismissively. He had already started going about his business of getting her car out of the ditch. His urges now satiated, he had just left the young girl squatting in the dirt to her own devices.
"Fuckin' Jesus," whispered Ally as she wiped her cum drenched hands off on her cheerleader skirt. At least it was over now. She didn't know what she was going to do about the car yet, but at least this prick was going to get it out of the ditch for her. She really didn't care about much else besides her sticky face at that moment anyway. She felt completely humiliated--her face having been used as a cum depository. Her tears mixed with Luke's cum-residue as a sickening feeling sank heavily in the pit of her stomach.
Luke's truck drove into position, and he started to work on getting the Corvette onto his flatbed. This had turned out to be a pretty good day, after all.
- - -
The last thing in the world that Ally wanted to do after Luke had managed to excavate her step-father's Corvette from the ditch was get in his truck and ride with this scumbag to the garage. Since Luke had insisted that it was illegal for her to ride in the Corvette as it was being towed, and he offered no help in getting her a cab, and she couldn't pay for one anyway, she had no choice.
She had cleaned her face up the best she could, but with only her hands and her uniform to help her, she had been reduced to using her own spit to loosen Luke's sticky residue and wipe it off her face. Her cheerleader skirt and top were crinkled with cum-stains. It was absolutely mortifying, and although it wouldn't be immediately noticeable to people looking at her, the humiliation of having a cum soiled uniform made it seem worse to her than it looked. The drying cum in her hair was the worst problem however. She simply couldn't get it all out. People looking at her would probably simply mistake it for dandruff at her hairline above her forehead, but once again, Ally knew better and so did Luke, and that turned her stomach.
The inside of Luke's truck was like a greasy bachelor pad. He had a little dangling, brass statuette of a busty naked girl hanging from his rear view mirror. Various tools and a couple flashlights littered the seat and the floor underneath her feet. The smell of the interior was a very strong mix of greasy man-sweat and the trappings of an auto-shop. The seat was ripped below her, exposing large chasms of oily foam rubber underneath, and she knew her uniform was becoming further soiled. On the radio played some twangy country song about "your cheatin' heart", which only humiliated Ally more when she thought of her boyfriend and what she had just done. She couldn't allow him to find out, not necessarily because she cared how he felt, but because it would ruin her reputation. He was the captain of the football team. Her panic intensified when she remembered the pictures that Luke had taken of her. She was so desperate to rid her face of his cum that she'd forgotten all about that dreadful digital shutter-click sound.
Aside from the music on the radio, the ride to the repair shop was relatively quiet. Occasionally Luke would glance over at the cheerleader and give her a smile as his eyes played over her soft curves and pretty face. He quietly whistled at her in a catcall fashion as he leered at her luscious body.
"Stop it!" Ally whined with a hint of desperation, attempting to adjust her uniform so that it covered more of her exposed skin. She found that she simply couldn't cover up enough. Luke had seen everything already, and had used her face as a spunk-plate. She wanted nothing more than to remove herself from the proximity of his filthy mind and objectifying stare. Even as the unlikely pair motored closer and closer to their destination, Ally grew increasingly worried about what she was going to do, and where Luke was taking her. She still didn't have a way to pay for these repairs, and she certainly didn't trust Luke to offer her anything other than another face full of cum.
"What are you . . ." Ally had been afraid to ask for the whole trip. She didn't want to have anything more to do with Luke if she could help it, but she simply had to know. "What are you going to do with the pictures?" she said, more meekly than she intended.
"Pictures, darlin'?" said Luke with a confused look. "What pictures? I don't know what you're talking about?" He winked at her. "Don't worry, sweety, it'll be just between us." He smiled.
Ally's stomach was tied in knots.
- - -
"What have you got there, Luke?" Karl Jenkins said, as Luke stepped out of his truck and into Karl's warmly lit garage.
"Well, this little lady here had a bit of an accident," said Luke as he crossed in front of his truck to shake hands with his old buddy. He motioned toward Ally, who was sitting in the cab, still disgusted with herself and how she got here, and unsure of this whole situation. Luke continued explaining, "She got her car here stuck in a ditch. Luckily I was there to help her out, and I thought maybe you could look it over and see what it would take to get 'er fixed."
Karl looked through the windshield at Ally, the cheerleader in the cab of Luke's truck. Ally could see he was an older man, with gray sideburns and a few wrinkles on his face. He was just as grimy as Luke was, but had just wiped his hands on a ratty old greasy rag before shaking hands with his friend.
"Hi there!" Karl said brightly to the young girl. Luke made a reassuring motion for her to step out of the truck to talk to him.
Ally, still feeling a little stickiness on her face from the residue of Luke's dried sperm, and still keenly aware of the crunchy uniform she had used to wipe it off, released the latch and stepped out of the truck. She simply didn't know what else to do. She had no choice but to at least talk to the guy. She jumped down onto the dirty concrete floor. The first thing she saw was a calendar on a nearby wall. It was open to the current month, March, and it showed a picture of a yellow Ferrari, draped over top of which was a large breasted, brunette bimbo with her ass cheeks poking out from a pair of outrageously short cut-offs and a tank top that barely contained her ridiculously oversized tits. Walking over to the two grease-monkey's in her cum-crusted cheerleader uniform, Ally felt at the very least, out of her element. Despite her feelings of vulnerability and her wish that she could cover herself a little more, she tried to remain calm and confident.
"Hi..." she said a bit too meekly.
"Hey there, young lady," said Karl politely, holding out his big blackened hand for her to shake. "I'm Karl, what's your name?"
Ally reached out and shook his hand; he didn't seem so bad--at least he wasn't leering at her like Luke had been--and she didn't want to be rude when she was in such a disadvantageous position. "Ally," she said simply as she shook the older man's hand with as much confidence as she could muster.
"So, what happened here?" Karl asked nodding toward the abused car on the back of Luke's truck.
"Well, I had an accident. There were these huge rocks on this dirt road, and I guess. . . . I don't know, I guess I didn't see them in time, and I ended up skidding into a ditch. Can you fix it?" Ally was embarrassed having to tell the story, and she still had no idea how she was going to pay for this without her step-father finding out.
"Well yeah," Karl chuckled, obviously amused yet agitated by the girl's question. "Of course I can fix it." He wandered over toward the car and gave it a look. The passenger's side was badly dented, and as he looked underneath he could see there was some serious damage that needed to be attended to.
"Well, I can't tell from here how bad the damage is," Luke said as he walked back toward the cute young girl. "I've got to get in there and take a good look, but I'd say your transmission is in some serious trouble, and you obviously need a bit of body work. We're lookin' at a couple thousand dollars worth of work here. You might want to call your parents and have 'em come out."
Ally's jaw almost hit the floor. A couple thousand dollars? "Sir," Ally said, trying not to get flustered, "my parents. . ." She was about to say they were out of town, but she decided that wasn't the best choice given the circumstances. "My parents. . . if my dad finds out about this, he's going to kill me. Is there some way you could do me a favor, and give me a discount?" Ally was trying to appeal to his better nature. Hopefully, unlike Luke, Karl had one. "I mean, maybe I could," she stammered, "Maybe I could work here in your garage, and answer the phones or something after school for a while until I pay off the cost of the repairs."
Karl chuckled at her, and Luke, having retrieved another beer from his truck, was quick to join him. "Look, Ally is it?" he asked.
"Yes." Ally averted her eyes, helplessly. She didn't want to hear what he had to say.
"Ally, it'd take you a long time to pay me back, only coming here and working part time answering phones." Karl seemed agitated. "Besides, I've already got all the help I need." He looked at the young girl sympathetically. "Wouldn't it be better if you just called your parents? I mean, sure, your dad might be mad, but well I can't do anything unless I have some assurance that I'm going to get paid."
Tears once again started swelling in Ally's green eyes. "Please, come on!" she let her frustration show through, finally. "I'll find a way. Maybe if you could just look it over tonight and get me an estimate, and I'll try to come up with some money tomorrow or something. Can't you guys just be fucking nice?" She couldn't help but to give in to her better judgment and appeal to Karl's compassion. "My dad'll kill me if he finds the car like this. I honestly don't know what he'll do. He won't be back for a couple months," it slipped out, but she didn't care, "But if he finds out what happened, he'll be back tomorrow and," Ally raised her hands and sighed in frustration. "He'll. . . he'll fucking go ballistic!" A tear started rolling out of one of her pleading green eyes, and she immediately wiped it away, ashamed of her weakness. She dared not even think of what he might do, let alone share it with the greased out mechanic in front of her. "Please isn't there some way you can help me, some way we can work something out?" Ally asked with more desperation than she wanted to show.
"Alright, Ally. Calm down, now." Karl said in a smooth voice, and put his hand on the crying girl's slender shoulder. "It's ok. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll look the car over tonight and see what needs to be done. Then I'll give you a call in the morning with an estimate on the damages." Karl couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl. "I'll even give it to you at cost. I won't make any money off of you, but I gotta cover my expenses. We can probably work out some payment plan."
At last, Ally thought, someone was at least being reasonable. She tried to fight back her tears and said, "Ok. Thank you."
"Well, you're welcome, Ally," said Karl, who seemed to her to be a decent fellow after all. Luke stood by him in a supportive manner, pretending not to be the total disgusting prick that Ally knew him to be. "Now I'll call you a cab, and you get home and get some sleep. This will all look a little better in the morning."
"Thank you," said Ally with all the sincerity she could muster. "You'll call in the morning?"
"Just leave your name and number, and I'll give you a ring," Karl said reassuringly.
"Wait," Ally looked suspiciously at Luke. "How about I call you?" She didn't want to give out her number.
"Fair enough." Karl said with a smile.
Ally took Karl's card and he called her a cab. She got in the back seat thinking that she might get out of this after all. Still, she couldn't help but hate that bastard tow truck driver for what he did to her. She hated herself even more for doing it, and getting herself into this ridiculous situation to begin with. Luke was working to get the Corvette off the truck as her cab drove off. He gave her a quick wink as she passed him. She felt the brittle crustiness of his dried semen on her cheerleader uniform and wanted to throw up, especially knowing that there were pictures of her post-spermed face in Luke's possession. The washing machine and the shower would be her first priority on arriving home.
She thought about giving her boyfriend a call, but all she could think of when she thought of him were those disgusting porn girls with their faces soaked in sperm and she couldn't help but associate herself among them--and Luke had the pictures to prove it. Still, despite her pure disgust with what happened that evening, her pussy was still damp, and that was the deepest cut of all. She wanted to masturbate that night, but she was damned if she was going to give her body the satisfaction.
Boys are disgusting pricks, she thought.
- - -
"So I heard you owe my dad about five thousand dollars," said a voice behind Ally as she leaned over the lunch table in the cafeteria during the few minutes she'd managed to get some alone time, trying desperately to figure out how she was going to get that kind of money. The phone conversation that morning was brief and heated, as a panicked Ally listened to a sympathetic Karl describe the damages and the costs to fix them. Five thousand dollars was the total. To Ally, it might as well have been a million. There was no way she could get that kind of money without her step-father finding out about it. Even her boyfriend couldn't pull that off.
Ally turned around to face the voice that had startled her out of her desperate thoughts and saw Karen Jenkins.
Karen was the somewhat homely, but not altogether unattractive, quiet girl who Ally knew only as an annoying loser. She was a nerdy, socially clumsy type who wanted to be popular, and hadn't been afraid to try to enlist help from Ally and several others on the cheerleading squad to attain her goal. Karen tried to befriend Ally on more than one occasion, and Ally always laughed her off. Ally knew better; Karen was lame, oafish, clumsy and simply tried too hard. She was an easy target for Ally and her friends. Even now, Karen looked ridiculous to her. She was taller than Ally. Most people were--Ally was short, even for a cheerleader--but Karen's stick-thin, and flat-chested body just seemed to accentuate her lanky height. She had practically no breasts to speak of even though she was a senior just like Ally. She had freckles smattering her arms and legs, yet still tried to be stylish by dressing in the low-income knee length skirts and short sleeve blouses that she thought mimicked the more popular, richer girls' outfits. Her knotty brunette hair was held in a pony tail with a simple elastic band, and her clunky Payless bought simpleton heels just completed the silly picture.
The only thing Karen managed to get out of her efforts to be popular was to become the butt of a fair number of practical jokes played on her by the in-crowd. Ally had even been a party to a few of them, although she'd never admit to it of course. Sometimes Ally felt bad about it--particularly that incident when they had filled Karen's locker with cuttings from some hardcore porn magazine layout of what looked to be a strung out skank who looked vaguely like Karen, taking it in all her holes from 7 different guys, complete with a cum-spattering bukkake style finish, and a homemade banner on the inside of her locker door, "How to be popular". Ally had been a part of that one, and she never really felt good about it, but it was one of the prices of maintaining her reputation among her friends. Karen complained to the vice-principal, but as usual, the administration was never able to gather any real evidence against anyone.
The sight of Karen would have otherwise been an almost comic site for Ally, that is if her situation hadn't been so grisly. It figured that her father was Karl Jenkins, the owner of the garage that Ally had visited last night. Only now was Ally able to discern a resemblance. What did he do, thought Ally, blab to his kids at the breakfast table?
"Jesus," said Ally, burying her face in her hands.
"Look, Ally," said Karen as she sat down next to the desperate girl. Ally had put on the least revealing clothes she could find in her closet that morning. Last night's experience helped her to see the advantages of discretion. She wore a pair of jeans and a simple baggy T-shirt, deliberately trying not to be sexy, but not really succeeding.
"I know you don't like me very much, but maybe I can help out." She talked into Ally's ear. "Now before you get all mad at my dad, he's one of those goody goody types, and didn't tell me about it. Someone else did." She leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I even saw the pictures!"
Ally snapped her face toward Karen with a look of humiliation and hatred. "That fucking, fuck!" she stammered, louder than she should have. It elicited a few looks from some of the kids nearby in the cafeteria. Ally smiled and said, "Sorry" as brightly as she could to the onlookers. Being seen with Karen was not going to be good, and Luke broke his word. It wasn't a surprise though, what was a surprise was that he showed the pictures to Karen of all people. What kind of sick freaks were these people, Ally thought? She just felt completely out of control.
"Ally, look it's ok. I just want to be your friend. I can help out!" Karen said brightly.
Ally got up to get away from her. It was all she could think to do. "Keep the fuck away from me you freak!" Ally knew she wasn't thinking rationally. What started out as a desperate situation had somehow become much worse. She needed some fresh air and to figure a way out of this before her step-dad came home from Europe, and pictures of her cum plastered face were mysteriously distributed all over school.
- - -
Ally decided to cut class during the second lunch period. She had some thinking to do. She was sitting quietly, by herself, on an out of the way stretch of grass on the far side of the school building. So far, she hadn't come up with any ideas, and she had been fairly cold to her friends this morning. She was supposed to meet her boyfriend after school so they could go out and celebrate last night's homecoming game victory. No doubt he would want sex. After what happened to her after the game last night, though, the whole prospect disgusted her.
Suddenly, a manila envelope dropped into her field of vision from behind her head, landing on her lap. Printed on it was the name, "Ally"
"So, did you figure out how you're going to pay my dad yet?" Ally heard a voice behind her, knowing instantly it belonged to Karen Jenkins.
"Just get away from me!" Ally raised her voice in frustration.
"Just listen, Ally," said Karen, sitting down beside the young cheerleader. "I can help you," Karen continued, "first, why don't you open that envelope."
Ally looked around to make sure no one was watching them. The last thing she needed was to be seen with this loser, and she had a pretty good idea what was in the envelope. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures inside. Along with them flew out a fifty-dollar bill.
Ally looked at the first photo. There she was, in full color 8 X 10. Her cheerleader top was bunched up over her exposed tits, her nipples jutting out into the cold air like they were tiny, hard, "fuck me" antennas broadcasting to anyone within range. Her pleated skirt jumbled around her waist revealing her panties underneath. Her legs were splayed out as if she was trying to regain her balance. Her blonde, hairy pussy lips were exposed in the night air, and her face was positively coated with thick white sperm as her fingers rubbed against her mouth, making it look like she was eating it. She looked even more like a high-school gutter tramp than she had felt like in those seconds after Luke was done with her. Ally had a brief feeling of relief when she decided that she might not be recognizable to anyone but herself, and could thereby deny the pictures were of her, but a flip to the next picture dispelled that illusion. It was a close up of her gooey face. Her eyes were pasted shut by the glazing of Luke's thick man-seed; cum leaked from her nose where she'd blown it out. Goopy drips of sperm snaked their way down her cheeks, and despite her thorough face covering, it was easy to recognize the popular cheerleader underneath it all. The disturbingly high-resolution detail of the picture was all the more mortifying to her--Luke's wet sperm glistening in the flash-light, the tiny imperfections of Ally's gorgeous face underneath brought out in unfailing detail. Ally immediately threw down the rest of the photos without looking at them and began crying. "Jesus," she sobbed.
"It's ok, Ally," Karen wrapped her arm around the crying girl. "Karen's going to help you."
- - -
Karen finally managed to calm Ally down enough for her to listen to her proposal.
"Ok, Ally. Here's the deal. You owe my dad five thousand dollars. I have five thousand dollars saved up. I'd be willing to give it to you to help out, if you do some things for me."
"What fucking things, you bitch." Ally said flatly. Karen had never seemed to be the vindictive type, but Ally now wondered if the practical jokes they had played on her over the last couple years had been a mistake.
"Well, first of all, don't call me that." Karen said brightly. "I want you to be my friend. But honestly, you'll have to earn that five thousand dollars, and I don't think I've exactly decided how yet. How about this idea, as long as you do exactly as I say, you'll get fifty dollars a day, starting with that fifty dollars right there." She motioned to the fifty-dollar bill lying in the lump of pictures at Ally's knees.
"Fifty dollars a day?" Ally couldn't help but laugh through her tear-filled eyes. "You've got to be kidding! It'll take forever to pay him back that way! Your dad'll never go for that, plus I can practically make that if I got a regular job. Why should I pal around with you for it?"
"Well, first of all, it won't take forever; it'll take a hundred days. Secondly, dad will go for it, as long as he keeps that Corvette as collateral until you're paid up. I'll convince him. Don't worry. In fact, I'll even arrange to make the payments for you, I'll just tell him we're friends, and you give me the money at school--three hundred-fifty dollars at the end of every week."
"You're insane," said Ally, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Just listen, Ally. I'm not finished yet." Said Karen, annoyed. "Besides, if you want to stay in school and graduate so that you can get into that college back East everyone knows you're pining after, you won't have time to get a real job. And finally, you're forgetting one other thing. If you don't 'work' for me, I'll make sure everyone gets a copy of these pictures--the whole school. And your boyfriend and your step-dad will get their own special sets."
Ally couldn't believe what she was hearing. It seemed surreal to her. She stared at Karen, her mouth open wide in shock as the thin, homely girl continued to lay it all down for the cheerleader.
"One other thing, the only money that's any good with my father is my money. If I hear you gave him any money of your own, or someone paid him on your behalf, the pictures go out. If you go and try to talk to him about anything we talked about today, the pictures go out. I'm leaving home at the end of the year just like you are Ally. I've got nothing to lose. If you don't follow my instructions every day and do what I say, you'll either not get your money that day, or the pictures will go out, depending on my mood." Karen was deadly serious.
There was a look of contempt and single-minded focus in Karen's eyes that made Ally shiver. Ally was convinced now that those practical jokes she was a part of were likely going to be some of the biggest mistakes of her young life.
"Do we have a deal?" Karen asked, putting her thin hand out for Ally to shake.
All Ally could think about were the images of her sperm soaked face getting out all over campus. She didn't have the wherewithal to question Karen on the specifics. How did she get them? Why did she hate her so much? Were other people in on it? None of these things occurred to the young teenager. One question was burning in her mind, however, a question she was already tired of asking.
"What do you want?" she asked in a defeated voice as she reached out and shook Karen's cold, dry hand. She hated making the gesture, as she wasn't so much agreeing, as she was simply accepting a fate she had no control over.
Karen smiled wickedly. To be continued. . .