Dallas flees to where it all began

Dallas fled the classroom as if the hounds of hell were chasing her. Not quite running, she made her way into the lunchroom before going out the doors facing the sports field.

Lost in her thoughts, she vaguely heard the football teams running drills as they prepared for Friday night's game. Looking around, she didn't see anyone paying attention as she worked her way behind the bleachers. Coming to the snack shack, she ducked behind it into the hidden space where she wouldn't be seen. Looking at the 10' by 20' space, she saw someone had rustled up some chairs. Of course cigarette butts littered the ground.

Sitting down, she winced in pain from the spanking Mr. Clarkson had given her. The teen hugged herself as she started muttering, "I'm not a slut, I'm not a slut," over and over again, as if saying it enough would make it true.

Last year, just days after she turned 18, she was back here when Carmen pulled out ecstasy, and they'd all stupidly tried it. She looked around, remembering when the world went sideways. Her toes still curled as she remembered the taste of herself on Gabbie's lips after her friend had made her cum hard.

Then Andy arrived with his fake concern. Spouting that he was disappointed in them, yadda, yadda, yadda. "All that, and you missed the tent in his pants," she thought to herself accusingly.

Freshly 18 and finally allowed to date, she naively fell for Andy's bullshit. First letting the coach take her virginity face down on his office couch. She'd pondered the series of events a thousand times over the last year.

Slightly sick at how she'd let the teacher use her. Of course he also used her friend, but she'd somehow imagined that she had something more with him.

"How stupid could you be, girl, confusing a kink with love?" She mused.

Thinking about it brought her back to that night, New Year's Eve 2023. Andy had all five of them over for his party. She shivered at how good it made her feel when he ordered her to strip and straddle his lap. She'd seen him share her friends with others, but she'd thought what they had was special.

That night was the first time she'd told him "I love you," as he drew her onto his cock as the clock struck midnight.

Angrily Dallas shoots to her feet, exclaiming, "I should have known better." She should have if only she hadn't misinterpreted the look on Andie's face. Over the months he'd kept her to himself, making her feel good every time he gave her direction.

For four months she'd imagined herself in love with Andy Reese. No, strike that, she decides. She had been in love with him, but she'd only been imagining he loved her in return.

Dallas stomped her foot, more angry with herself than with Andy Reese for falling for the teacher. She'd watched him pimp her friends out to his friends and colleagues. Thought she was special because he kept her for himself.

Then came spring break. The week that shattered her illusions about the man. She'd been thrilled when he said he was taking her dress shopping because she was going with him to a wedding. But no, she reminds herself it wasn't a dress shop they went to, but a strip club.

Thinking back to that night caused her blood to boil.

Looking at the strip mall he'd driven her to, she'd asked, "Andy, where's the dress shop?"

"Sorry I lied," he blithely replied. "But don't worry, you'll be dressed soon enough." Still driving, he pulled up to Club Deja Vu.

"Why are we here?" She whispered uncertainly.

"It's a surprise," he replied with an odd smile. Pulling into a spot near the doors, he cut the engine. Dallas could see a group of three bouncers clustered by the doors. Getting out of the car, Dallas couldn't help the growing unease she was feeling. Moving next to Andy, she unconsciously reached out for his hand, which he rebuffed.

"Let's go inside," Andy stated before pushing her forward.

Dallas gulped as they approached the bouncers.

"Hey Bruno, my man. Is everything set for tonight?" Andy called out with an easy familiarity. Bruno, who was a good 6'5" with a neck like a tree trunk, smiled.

Reaching out, the two men shook hands with Bruno, saying with a British accent, "Victors got everything set up in the owners' lounge, mate." Bruno leered at Dallas before clapping Andy on the back. "Everyone's almost here; why don't cha head on back? Victor's expecting you."

Dallas was seeing all sorts of red flags, but Andy's palm on her lower back was pushing her forward with him. Walking inside, Dallas looked around the club, seeing a good twenty men watching the dancer on the stage. The dancer looked like she was high on something while she swung on a pole on the stage.

"What kind of party is this?" Dallas stammered.

"Don't worry, you'll see. I bet you'll even enjoy it." He stated even as he propelled her forward. "

Passing through the club, the two of them came up to the owners' lounge, and Andy reached out, opening the door. Hesitant to enter, Dallas was having second, third, and even fifth thoughts when Andy shoved her forward through the doorway.

Alarmed, Dallas staggered forward. Barely managing not to fall to the floor. Frantically she scanned the room. She saw all her friends that Andy had made a deal with. Even Tabitha, who dropped out mysteriously at the start of March.

Her friends were all around the room naked save for the high heels they all wore. And Tabitha was draped across the shoulder of a large, well-dressed Hispanic man. A collar encircled her friend's throat, with a leash in the man's hand. Dallas gasped as she saw her friend's expanding belly.

"She's pregnant. Is that why..." Dallas's mind babbled before her thoughts scattered thanks to the searing pain in her scalp. Crying out in pain, Andy had savagely pulled her hair even as he jammed his fingers in her mouth.

"Swallow those pills," he cruelly demanded. Unable to do anything else, she did what she was told. Removing her fingers, Andy held her mouth shut, making sure she didn't spit them out.

Finally he removed his hand. Dallas gasped out, "What did you give me, Andy?"

"That's Coach Reese to you, slut, and you should recognize what I gave you." His laughter was cruel as he told her he'd given her ecstasy, meth, and Plan B.

You're going to fuck every man here who wants you like a good whore. Dallas was frantic as the men descended on her. Off balance, Dallas felt horror as the men, including her social studies teacher and Sgt. Leonard, tore the clothes from her body.

Dallas reached up, wiping at her tears. Looking around, she couldn't decide what had been worse: her friends' piteous looks or being used as the party favor by people she'd trusted. Or how ruthlessly Andrew Jackson Reese crushed any feeling she had for him.

The bastard had been right. After the **** kicked in, she'd revelled at every cock she took and every bit of cum she swallowed. Dallas sighed, glad the memories were at best hazy, more a series of pictures.

Two days later he'd dumped her at her house in nothing but a stripper's g-string. Covered in bruises, and her hair was matted with dried cum. Not wanting to be here anymore, Dallas picked up her purse, shuffling to the front of the school to wait for the late bus. Walking back to the lunchroom, she paused, seeing a police cruiser pull into the parking lot. Getting closer, she saw Mr. Clarkson talking to a cop while gesturing to something carved into the driver-side door.

Shrugging, she turned, heading inside and passing through to the main parking lot. Thankfully she hadn't gotten pregnant that night. Coach Reese continued to use her until the end of the year. After that, nothing all summer. Not a word, not a peep till three weeks ago.

Of her friends, Tabitha dropped out after getting knocked up by Victor during a Super Bowl party. Poli all of a sudden transferred schools after her parents made her get an abortion. Carmen also dropped out and, like her sister, is a party girl who does OnlyFans. Only Dallas and Gabby were still in school.

Eventually the late bus arrived, and Dallas climbed on for the ride home. It was almost 5 o'clock when she was dropped off at the entrance to her neighborhood. Coming to the first intersection, she looked right to where Juniper Street was. Dallas hated how good it felt when Mr. Clarkson had ordered her over his knee. She felt ashamed that him spanking her got her so wet she begged to cum.

"You're not a slut," she whispered before sighing. The words sounded hollow to her. Instead she felt her nipples tingle as she remembered his hands on her.

"Come to 2208 Juniper Street tonight at midnight. Destroy all your protection, and no plan B." He'd told her.

Opening her purse, Dallas pulled out the string of Trojans Mr. Reese had given her. "I can't believe I'm doing this again," she said out loud as she dropped the condoms into a nearby garbage can. Shouldering her purse, she hurried on, wanting to get home. Opening her door, she was mentally kicking herself for giving in again to a teacher.

Not seeing anyone, she called out, "Mama, are you home?"

Not getting an answer, Dallas wandered into the kitchen and saw a note.

Dallas

Your father and I went to bingo at the VFW and won't be home till late. I left dinner in the oven for you.

Mama

Dallas sighed, knowing that they would both be hammered when they got home.

"There goes the biggest problem with you sneaking out tonight," she thought to herself. Blinking, she remembered Tabitha, her belly swollen, and she felt a shiver of fear.

"I'm going to breed you, and after you push out my bastard, if you're a good girl, I'm going to do it again," Mr. Clarkson had told her. She saw his eyes, he said it, and she knew what would happen if she snuck out. Heading into the bathroom, she opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out the Plan B she'd purchased after last spring break.

Hand shaking, she opened the box and pulled out the tablets. She dropped them one after another into the toilet. Her subconscious was screaming at her to stop the whole time. Reaching for the handle, she flushed the toilet; now there was nothing to stop his cum from making her a teen mom.

Closing the medicine cabinet, she stared into the mirror. She hated the warm tingle in her breasts and pussy as she imagined the look of approval in his eyes.

"Please, God, make it stop," she begged her reflection.

But he was either not listening or, even worse, approved of what was happening. As the warm excitement for tonight set her nerves tingling in anticipation.