Gym Class

"Janice, grab Sarah. By her arm, by her hair, surprise me." I order and we head off to gym.

I take Cindy by her leash into the boy's locker room while I send the ladies and Sarah's still whimpering form over to the girl's, take a marker out of the coach's little office and begin to write on Cindy before I attach the leash to one of the benches, all the while the guys have all stopped putting their stuff in the tiny lockers, looking on slack jawed.

'**** me' 'Fuck my ass' 'Be rough, I like it' 'Black me' were just some of the things I wrote on her before leaving to join the girls. "I am a man of the people so have at her, boys. Just make sure to keep her in one piece, don't mess her up too bad. She's still my sister after all." I tell them and several of the boys, including the coach jump to her.

I enter the girl's side gym to see that Janice has taken over as the gym coach for today and is making the other girls and even Coach West carry on with their workouts nude, sort of. She was making them run laps while throwing dodge balls at them.

"Come on, West! Three more laps, bitch!" *Pa-thunk* the balls reverberates off the thin blonde teacher's asscheeks. "Show me some hussle, Gabby! You skank!" *Pa-thunk* she struck the Latina girl right in her tits. "I see you looking at all these tits and pussies, Rachel! Who's a dyke now?!" *Ka-thom!* Janice clobbered the peroxide blonde right in her face, knocking her down as she clutched her nose. "Keep fucking running!" Janice barked as some of the girls tried to stop to help Rachel up.

She continues this **** on what I assume are her gym class tormentors as I look on with a smile. "Oh sorry, I.... I got carried away, I..." Janice stammers as she notices me. "No need to apologize, Janice. Just try not to leave too many bruises." I tell her.

"It does feel kinda good. Getting **** and all for them bullying me, making gym worse than it already is." She tells me and a smile forms on her face as well. "I'm glad you're having fun. You really do deserve it, Janice. I think I lo-"

"John!" A guy I sorta know, Ethan I think, calls me as he rushes through the doors, trying his best not to look at the red welt covered girls jogging on and on. "What is it?" I ask sternly, pissed he ruined me and Janice growing closer.

"Your sister, she's.... she's not getting up.... I don't think the guys were hitting her too hard, but one of them was saying something about deep throating her and...." He gets out with exasperation before I quickly push him aside and run into the locker room and see.....

Shit.