Annalise- Gospel of A High School God

All characters of age and fictional, happy holidays!

“You got a problem with that, Cherry?” Rebecca spat, the pink of her eye makeup flashing crimson as she cornered her latest victim.

The hallway had turned deathly quiet as the queen bee had begun her latest power trip, and nerdy girl that I was, I just tried to keep my head down and eyes on my locker, not wanting to earn the ire of the most popular girl in school.

Her current victim, a pale and tiny brunette by the name of Charlotte, clutched her books to her chest defensively, staring up at the bougie bully as she loomed ever larger in her platform sandals. A shiny hairclip by Charlotte’s temple was seemingly her only protection from Rebecca’s burning gaze.

“I asked you a question, Cherry,” Rebecca repeated, her two cronies, a skinny blonde and a brown girl with perfect eyebrows I didn’t know, snickered behind her, clearly enjoying the derisive nickname “Cherry” every time it left Rebecca’s glossy lips.

“We’re just lab partners,” Cherry-Charlotte tried to **** out, “I’m not trying to take your boyfriend, Rebecca, honest.” The bully’s name coming out as a squeak, as Charlotte looked left and right in search of help. But like myself, none of her peers in the hall felt the urge to come to her rescue.

“Ha, you couldn’t take him even if you tried,” Rebecca laughed, tapping a french-tipped fingernail against Charlotte’s hairclip. “I’m just making sure no other Chemistry class hussies, ever try to flirt with him again.”

“Ah-Aaah-AAAAH,” Charlotte cried, as Rebecca yanked the glitzy clip from her head, the taller girl’s round earrings jingling with the **** of her theft. As the shorter girl clutched her temple in pain, Rebecca just palmed the hairclip despotically, dropping it into her designer purse with a self-satisfied smirk, some of Charlotte’s brown hair still clinging to it.

“Let she who is not a baddie, deny the first flirt.”

A strange low voice droned from down the hall, causing both girls to turn in confusion to the source of the nonsense verse.

Innocent bystander that I was, I furrowed my brow and squinted. The outside light had caught the window just so, and I could barely make out the boy walking down the hallway in the shimmering light. Flaunting dress code, he was in a pair of open-toed sandals and dressed in what appeared to be a robe like what you got from a cruise ship or a hotel. Straining to look up, I noticed he had a scarlet bathmat draped over his shoulder, but in the light I couldn’t make out his face, only that he wore his hair long.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Rebecca grimaced, holding up a manicured hand to also block out the blinding sunlight. “Is that Nathan?” Asked the blonde beside her, wincing in the light.

“I am who you say I am, and more,” the boy replied cryptically, closing the distance between himself and the clique, “but you should come and know me better, doll.”

With a leering smile at her preppy goons, Rebecca flipped her hair and drew herself upright, only to find the hand of the strangely dressed boy pressed against her cheek. She stiffened for just an instant at his touch, but then just as quickly, I watched as all tension seemed to leave the girl’s body. Rebecca slouched, her arms hanging limply at her sides as the boy traced her forehead with his fingertips. I was even shocked to see tears start to form at the corners’ of the girl’s pink-shadowed eyes, the teardrops breaking free as Rebecca let out a shuddering breath.

“I…I…omnissiah, I…I have failed you,” she gasped, the light now seeming to emanate from her tear-streaked irises. To me, it looked like Rebecca’s eyes had become as dark as her pupils, the reflection of seemingly thousands of stars and galaxies spinning wildly in their black centers.

“Ssh, ssshh,” the boy soothed, his hand now stroking her hair. “Fear not, my child, for I say unto you it is easier for a Cleveland Brown to make it to the Super Bowl than for a popular girl to not be in my good graces.”

The assembled student body watched with mounting confusion, unsure where to look as their tyrant wept. Charlotte had pushed herself as far against the wall as she could go, and I was holding my locker door like a shield, though neither of us took our eyes off the boy. The bluster of the girls behind Rebecca had also seemed to waver, watching their leader quiver before them.

"Oh Lord, what must I do?"

"Tell me your name, child," he spoke emphatically.

"I am Rebecca, do you not know me, Lord?" The girl questioned aloud.

"That may me be your name now, but it is not the name by which you will serve me," the bath-robed stranger shook his head, "For hence forth you will be known as Becky, Fondler of Balls."

I swore I saw a twinge of indignation cross Rebecca's penitent face, but no sooner had it appeared did the starstruck girl buckle at the knees, prostrating herself before the boy, her head level with the robe's white belt as the boy played with her flaxen hair.

"Thank you, O Lord," the newly christened Becky sighed. "May your servant prove herself worthy of her new name?" So saying she pawed at the fabric below his waist, pouting her glossy lips. Her looping earrings falling back as she raised up her slender neck. "Would you drape your balls across my face, that I might wash them with my unworthy tears.

"Nay, Becky, for it is not my balls you must service," her lord gestured to the assembled onlookers, girls and boys alike who were too stunned to speak. "Behold, the many, whose balls have gone unfondled. It is they who you must service, for let it be known within every ballsack you find or each testicle you suckle, it is my pleasure you will be feeling a hundred-fold."

To me, hearing the words felt like an unexpected realization. I had no balls I was planning to fondle any time soon, but I was suddenly deeply aware that any I came across in the future would fill me with this strange boy's pleasure. This meant, of course, meant next to nothing, but for the kneeling Becky, it was beyond revelatory. She drew her hair up behind her in a fluffy ponytail, staring up at the many balls she was now yearning to service.

"O… O thank you Lord," The hungry girl whined, her hands behind her head as she prepared herself to receive.

"Come Benjamin, son of Tyler, unburden thyself," her lord beckoned, gesturing for Ben, the nearest boy to come forth and unzip his pants. The scrawny boy happily obeyed.

"On this cock, will I build my church," the boy declared with a flourish, and right there in front of her fellow seniors, Becky the Ball Fondler began to live up to her name.

Lifting up Ben's shaft with one hand, Becky daintily wrapped her lips around one of his dangling nuts, sucking in her cheeks as she began to nurse at his sack. Breathing him in, I watched as a look of consternation seemed to cross her pretty face, as though the smell had suddenly roused her from her bizarre display. Unfortunately, trying to withdraw, she found her lips betrayed her, instead closing in tighter as they turned the skin around Ben's crotch Rebecca's favorite shade of hot pink. Spiraling between lust and disgust, Becky started to whimper through her virgin teabagging, only to have her head one once again grabbed by the strange visitor.

I watched again as her eyes turned, this time seeming to grow larger at his touch till they eclipsed her entire face. Now just big and white, the two facial orbs just started to roll robotically in their sockets until they settled into their new position. The whites of her eyes still framed in pink, her pupils had been replaced by the word "Balls" in one eye and "Deep" in the other, to better display where she was in her fondling cycle. Her chin also lurched forward, the mother of a underbites replacing Becky's immaculate cheeks, but allowing Ben to simply dunk his entire ballsack into the girl's waiting mouth. Her top lip followed suit, rendering the girl vaguely horselike as she slobbered on Ben’s nethers. Handles replaced her arms, still connecting to her head and giving Ben something to grab onto as he rubbed his turgid member against her miniaturized nose. The rest of her body simply merged together, becoming a plain oblong shape simply attached to the floor.

It was then I got it. I had been under the impression Becky the Ball Fondler was a person, but that was just the name the boys had for the ball-washing station nearest my locker. It's strange I had at one-time feared the thing, even pitied it to some extent, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I had felt the need to empathize with the object currently tonguing Benjamin's nutsack.

What I really should be worried about was the bath-robed newcomer. In the commotion, I had done my best to slip away, but he had managed to catch my eye, refusing to drop his gaze as I slunk down the hall. Charlotte and the two other girls had tried to similarly move aside, but he caught them with an outstretched hand, blocking their path with his arm.

"Come follow me, my disciples," he leveled his eyes on the girls, another boy stepping in to take Benjamin's place at the Becky. "Once you were cockteases, but today I will make you pleasers of cock."

A surge of instinctual terror sent me rushing to English class, the words “thy kingdom cum” swiveling onto Becky’s eyeballs as I fled.