Jess tries to get through to Kevin

Jess looked at her friends. Frozen. Helpless. Dressed like fucking sick dolls by an all powerful freak. They unknowingly awaited her decision, a decision that would make one of them even more of a puppet to fucking Kevin Scott's apparently boundless perversions. Her own dripping pussy and sticky bare thighs were a constant reminder of his depravity.

"Tick tock, Jess," Kevin said from behind her. "I'll do all three, hell I'll do the same for the whole cheer squad. Would you like that?"

Jess gritted her teeth. She wished this would end. She wished she could turn around and strangle Kevin. She wished her friends could stop treating her vagina like a fucking treat dispenser.

But her wishes meant nothing.

Yesterday she had practically been queen of this school. Rich. Beautiful. Popular. Today she was a ****. For perhaps the rest of her life she would be under Kevin's grimy thumb.

"Times up. You'll learn not to keep me waiting." He moved up beside her, a gut twisting look on his face as he stared at her friends. "I wish..."

"STOP!"

The word was enough to cut the bastard off for a moment at least. She shouldn't try to stand up to him, she knew it was probably the wrong move with the way he responded to her telling him no before, but enough was enough. She could barely think through her rage, her hatred and the pain with every fucking messed up thing he had done today. She was Jessica Edward, god damnit! And he was still just little Kevin Scott who yesterday would hardly have dared to speak to a girl. He had power now but there still had to be something left of the boy most the school had trodden over for years.

"Just. Stop," she repeated, voice dropping to a more normal register as she tried to sound calm. Kevin was staring at her and she couldn't tell if it was in rage or shock or both. "Give me one god damned minute to talk with you, Master. Yes. You could gag me again in a heartbeat but... I'm begging you to just hear me out."

Begging.

It hurt to say but it was true. She had no other option and as little as she wanted to debase herself in front of this asshole she couldn't let her own pride get in the way of protecting her friends. She dropped to her knees in front of the still silent and momentarily emotionless Kevin.

"Fine. You have a minute," Kevin finally said and then grinned. "But don't ever say I'm not a caring Master."

"This. None of this is right! Yes you have my power. I... I'm your ****," Jess pleaded, almost **** on the word. "But we are all human beings, Master! All of these people you've been messing with all day, the students, the teachers. We have families, loved ones, and lives. We aren't toys. You're practically a god, fine, but it doesn't have to be like this." Jess gestured at the frozen cheerleaders

She looked for any sign her words had made an impact. She hadn't really expected him to listen. Honestly she was surprised she made it more than a sentence without having the dildo shoved down her throat yet again. He seemed to be thinking. Thinking was good. She hoped.

"I get it. I do. We haven't treated you well. I'm sorry, Master. I bet it feels really good walking all over us like we did to you. But it doesn't make this okay, even if none of them know what is happening is wrong. I know. You know, Master. Please. You don't have to hurt anyone to be happy."

Time seemed to stretch as she waited for his response, her own words seemingly hanging in the frozen air between them.