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Chapter 8 by ThePurpleD3viL ThePurpleD3viL

Does Jaden accept?

He pretends to accept to save his skin

Jaden’s voice cracked on the first word, barely above a whisper.

“Who—who do you want?”

The question hung in the thick, sex-scented air. He hated how small it sounded coming out of his mouth, but with Elena’s arms still close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her latex-clad body, with Zack lounging like a king surrounded by his hypnotized harem and with that magic penlight somewhere in the room, the odds were stacked so far against him he couldn’t even see the top, he knew fighting now was pointless. Play along. Bide time. Figure out the penlight later. Survive tonight.

Zack threw his head back and laughed, loud, full of sadistic glee.

“Hahaha, that easy, huh, Hayes? I’m almost disappointed. Thought I’d have to make your best friend’s mother here kick you in the balls at least once.” He jerked his chin toward Elena, who stood statue-still at his side, tits heaving gently with every breath, eyes glassy and devoted.

Jaden swallowed hard.

Zack’s grin sharpened. “Well, you’re pretty buddy-buddy with the math teacher, aren’t you? Mrs. Reed.”

The name hit Jaden like ice water down his spine.

Mrs. Reed, his favorite teacher. The one who’d stayed late after class when he was bombing trig last semester, patiently walking him through proofs until they clicked. The one who’d written him a glowing recommendation letter for that summer internship. Soft-spoken, sharp-minded, always in neat cardigans and pencil skirts, glasses perched on her nose, chestnut hair cut into a bob. Kind. Patient. The opposite of everything in this room.

Zack kept going, voice casual like he was ordering takeout.

“Ever since I took the principal and this gaggle of MILF whores, I’ve made sure to stay enrolled, easy private access whenever I want. But now I wanna expand my horizons. My good little whore here—” he slapped Elena’s ass hard enough to make a loud smacking sound, “has bumped my grades up in almost every subject. But that dumb bitch of a teacher asks too many questions. I was gonna get Elena to subdue her, but I think making you lure her here would be more… fun. Think you can do it?”

Jaden’s stomach twisted into knots. Betraying Mrs. Reed, the one adult who’d ever treated him like he had potential, felt like swallowing glass. But showing fear now would get him nowhere. He **** his voice steady, meek, defeated.

“I… I think I can.”

Zack’s face lit up with pure, vicious joy. “That’s my boy.”

He snapped his fingers at Elena. “Madame Supremo, grab him. Hold him in place.”

Elena moved instantly. Her arms wrapped around Jaden from behind again, tighter this time, forearms locked across his chest, massive tits squishing into his back once more. She pinned him effortlessly, boots planted wide for leverage.

Jaden squirmed. “Wait—what the fuck? I agreed! Why—”

Zack cut him off with a lazy wave. “Relax, Hayes. I’m rewarding you for your choice. Giving you a little taste of what to expect if you deliver. Consider it… motivation.”

He crooked a finger toward the blonde kneeling nearby.

“Quickie? Over here.”

Gemma Sinclair scrambled forward on her hands and knees, silver speedster suit gleaming under the lights, perky tits bouncing with every eager movement. She stopped at Zack’s feet, looking up at him with wide, adoring blue eyes, tongue already darting out to wet her lips.

Zack patted her head like a favored pet. “Make our new recruit cum as quickly as you can, slut. Show him why I picked that name for you.”

Gemma beamed, genuine, brainwashed happiness and crawled the last foot to Jaden.

Elena shifted her grip just enough to hold his arms pinned while leaving his lower half accessible. Gemma’s hands were on his belt in seconds, fingers deft, practiced, zipper down, jeans yanked to his thighs along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, already painfully hard from the overload of sights, smells and forbidden contact.

She didn’t tease. Didn’t play. She just opened her mouth and took him deep in one smooth glide.

Jaden’s knees buckled. The heat, the suction, the way her tongue swirled and vibrated like she really could move at super-speed, it was overwhelming. She bobbed fast, sloppy, enthusiastic, hollowed cheeks, throat relaxing to take him all the way, one hand cupping his balls while the other stroked the base in perfect rhythm. Wet, obscene slurps filled the room. She hummed around him, vibrations shooting straight up his spine.

He lasted less than two minutes.

His hips jerked involuntarily. A choked groan tore out of his throat. He came hard, thick ropes pulsing down her throat while she swallowed greedily, not missing a drop. When he finally stopped twitching, she pulled off with a soft pop, licked her lips clean, and knelt back with a proud little smile.

Zack laughed, patting her head again. “Good girl. Fastest in the league, just like I designed.”

He stepped closer to Jaden, who was still panting, legs shaky, cock softening in the cool air. Zack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek device, no bigger than a key fob. A single red button on top. A tiny lens at the front.

He pressed it into Jaden’s trembling hand.

“Just point the laser at their forehead,” Zack said, voice low and serious now. “They’ll be open to instruction. You have twenty-four hours. Use it on Mrs. Reed. Bring her here tomorrow night or I’ll ruin your life. I hope I’m clear.”

Jaden stared at the penlight. Small. Innocent-looking.

He nodded once.

Zack signaled Elena with a flick of his fingers.

She released Jaden, spun him around by the shoulders like he was a ragdoll and marched him toward the door. She opened it, shoved him out into the dim hallway with enough **** to make him stumble, then slammed the door shut behind him.

The lock clicked.

Jaden stood there in the empty corridor, pants still half-down, penlight clutched in his fist.

The library lights buzzed overhead.

Twenty-four hours.

Mrs. Reed.

Tomorrow.

He pulled his jeans up with shaking hands, tucked the device deep into his pocket and started walking, fast, toward the exit.

He didn’t look back. He needed his mother’s help. He had to get home to her.

What does he find when he rushes home?

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