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 Archive name: student.txt  (mf, voy, rp, blkmail, v)
 Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
 Story title : The Transfer Student
 Part 3 of 3

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 Copyright (c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Please do
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 Thank you for your consideration.
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 The Transfer Student
 by Kristen 8/97 (edited 11/99)

 Robby Benson hated his name. All the freshmen made fun
 of it. There apparently had been some child actor in
 the dark ages that had that name. It seemed like no one
 would ever let him forget that. He picked up his step
 as he looked at his watch. Only 10 minutes until school
 starts, he thought.

 Robby was happy to be going to school that day. It was
 a really big day for him. Yeah man, he was gonna get
 some tutoring from the Angel of the junior class. For
 once he almost liked his name again. Robyn, Robby,
 sounded a lot alike. He, and just about all the other
 boys in his class had a crush on Robyn Berry, she was
 such a fox. His reputation had gained serious credit
 when it had become known that he was going to get
 tutored by Robyn. Just lucky he guessed. Yes luck of
 the draw, because she'd volunteered to be a student
 tutor, and he'd drawn her name, "yes sir" what a deal.

 Robby Benson heard the first bell ring, and jogged onto
 school grounds and quickly headed for his homeroom. As
 he arrived he heard the announcement over the loud
 speaker that they were going to watch the Mars landing.
 It seemed that the school was on some kind of closed
 network and that they'd all get to goof off for an hour
 or so watching Mars. Well that was just fine with him.
 He'd just do a little more dreaming about his angel.

 The final bell rang, and the teacher announced that in
 about five minutes the Mars landing was going to be
 televised, and that they were to stay quiet, and remain
 in their seats.

 After a few minutes the TV in Robby's room automatical-
 ly came on. Everyone sat expectantly, figuring that the
 Mars thing would be worth at least a few minutes of
 attention. Then to Robby's shock and delight, the boy
 almost jumped out of his seat, as an image of a beauti-
 ful girl, and a handsome guy flashed on the screen. She
 was on hands and knees and he was fucking her doggy
 style. Robby couldn't believe what he was seeing.
 "Wow..." was all he could croak, he'd never imagined
 anything like this even in his wildest masturbatory
 dreams. It was just too much.

 All the kids in his freshman homeroom gasped and sat
 silently watching the erotic sex show on the screen.
 As Robby's numb mind began to work again, he realized
 that he recognized the girl. It was Robyn Berry, and
 the guy was that football guy. "OH MY GOD!" Robby
 screeched.

 The teacher busy at her desk hadn't noticed anything
 amiss, until Robby's outburst. She looked up and saw
 all the shocked and excited faces staring at the tele-
 vision screen, and she was alarmed. What could possibly
 be going on?

 She stood up from her desk and walked around to the
 front of the screen and stood stock still, white faced
 as her eyes brought the picture in all it's implica-
 tion, to her brain. In a flash she turned the set off,
 to a tumultuous, AAAHHHH...  from the all the students.

                 < Two weeks later >

 The alarm blared in Robyn's ear, bringing her slowly
 awake. Moaning softly, rolling over on her stomach,
 she reluctantly opened her eyes. 'Oh god, this is the
 day', she thought. Life had been hell for the her
 since that day when the video was shown to the whole
 school.

 As Robyn dragged herself from her bed, the whole
 incident ran through her head for the thousandth time.
 She remembered looking up expectantly, excited to see
 the Mars landing on the television, but as it dawned
 on her that she was watching a video of two people
 having sex, her face went white as a sheet. 'It was
 her! It was her and Taylor! But how could that be?'
 She hadn't even told Max what she had done with
 Taylor.

 Then with mind numbing fear she slowly turned to Max
 who was sitting beside her in class. Their eyes locked
 for a moment, and she could see terrible the anguish
 in his eyes. Robyn opened her mouth to tell him...
 Tell him... What could she say?

 Max with one more long look at the TV screen stood -
 trembling, knocking his chair over, and then he turned
 and ran from the classroom.

 In that instant Mr. Stephens had noticed that something
 was amiss. He quickly walked to the TV set, and looking
 at the screen in front of him, stopped for a moment to
 take in what was happening. As he watched the young
 lovers performing, he realized that he knew them.  He
 said out loud. "Oh my god!" and reached for the off
 switch. As the television turned black, he swung around
 to look at Robyn. She was frozen in her chair. She
 looked like a young deer in the headlights of an on-
 coming Mack truck.

 Mr. Stephens said, "Robyn, I think you had better come
 with me." He took her arm and lifted her out of her
 seat and quickly walked her out of the room. As they
 stood facing each other just outside the classroom, He
 said, "What the hell was that I just saw young lady?"
 His face was red, and he looked very up-set. Robyn's
 tears began to trail down her soft cheeks, and all she
 could say was, "I'm sorry Mr. Stephens, I'm so sorry,
 I didn't mean..."

 Robyn spent the rest of the morning in the principal's
 office in abject terror, waiting for her father and
 mother to come to school. Taylor was sitting across
 from her; they had both been suspended from school for
 two weeks.

 Finally her father showed up, having been called at
 work and told the story, he looked at his daughter as
 if she were a stranger. Robyn began to cry in despair,
 there was nothing she could say, nothing at all. She
 couldn't explain what she had thought, or why she'd
 had sex with Taylor. She thought that her life was at
 an end, life would never be the same.

                            *

 Now two weeks later, after a huge fight with her
 parents, she was going back to school. Her father
 had been all set to take her out of public school
 and place her in the local Catholic School - St.
 Bartholomew's.

 She'd fought her parents long and hard to stay at
 Mountain View High.  Her parents couldn't under-
 stand why she would want to stay after her
 humiliation.  Her father said, "Young Lady, I
 just don't understand you any more. First you
 humiliate yourself, and shame our family, then you
 want to brazen it out and go back to a school where
 you are a laughing stock." He was so frustrated with
 the situation he was almost in tears.

 But Robyn persisted, and the time for her to go back
 had arrived.   She left the house quietly, dressed in
 a long skirt and heavy sweater. She was going to be
 good from now on. Dress conservatively, think con-
 servatively, and act conservatively, she thought.

 Walking with her head down, eyes looking at the
 ground, she hurried to school. She was scared to
 death about what her classmates would say. She
 couldn't even let herself think about Max. He hadn't
 come over once while she was grounded. The last
 sight she'd had of him was the day the video was
 shown, and the look on his face was etched into her
 memory forever.

 As the Robyn entered her homeroom class, the other
 kids quieted down. Pretty soon there wasn't a sound
 to be heard, as Robyn crept to her old seat. She
 couldn't bring herself to look anyone in the face.
 She just slumped down in her seat, and looked forward
 focusing on nothing. Then suddenly there were hushed
 whispers, and she looked up to see Max at the door.
 They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and
 then he swung into the room and sat a few chairs way
 from her. He didn't look her way again for the rest
 of the period.

                            *

 Robyn thought that the day she'd just spent at school
 was maybe almost as bad as the day of the video
 showing.  Finally school was over, and she was walking
 home.  At least Jerry and Kelly had talked to her,
 even ate their lunch with her, but no sight of Max
 since homeroom. Jerry had invited her to come with
 them to the Phoenix, but Robyn had declined, all she
 wanted to do was go home and climb into bed, and cry.

 She was walking through the play field, eyes to the
 ground thinking about how she had screwed up both her
 and Max's life with her stupid actions, when someone
 pushed her in the back.

 Robyn flew to the ground hands first, scraping both
 palms. The young girl cried out in fright and pain as
 she hit the dirt. Shocked and confused Robyn looked
 up at her assailant. Her jaw dropped as she recognized
 Taylor, and a couple of his football buddies.

 "Taylor, you have a nerve. I thought you'd be in
 hiding, not pushing girls around." She sneered. Robyn
 was ferrous at him; he had forced sex on her, then
 shown the video to the whole school. Right then she
 would have liked nothing better than to strangle the
 life out of him, but she knew she couldn't do that,
 even if she had been strong enough to over power him,
 which she wasn't.

 Taylor laughed at her, pointing he said, "Little whore
 really liked riding my dick. You guys saw it, you think
 she'd like to suck it now?" 

 He stood over Robyn threateningly and scuffed a little
 dirt onto her skirt.  Robyn's eyes started to water,
 not in fear, but anger. How dare this bastard keep
 trying to humiliate her!  What had she ever done to
 him? All she had wanted to do was keep the peace; she'd
 always treated everyone with respect. But here he was
 hurting her again, she couldn't believe it.

 Then Taylor grabbed her shirtsleeve and dragged her to
 her feet. "Maybe the guys would like a piece of the
 action this time, whatdo'ya think Robyn, you up for a
 little orgy with a bun'cha horny jocks?" He pulled the
 girl to him and pressed his mouth to her lips, giving
 her a sloppy uncaring kiss. "C'mon guys lets take
 little Robyn slut back behind the bleachers and show
 her a good time." He clamped his big hand over Robyn's
 mouth, and bodily dragged the girl the 30-feet or so
 to the bleacher area.  Taylor's two friends followed a
 little unsure.

 Once all the teens had reached the secluded space be-
 hind the deserted bleachers, Taylor threw Robyn to the
 ground. She was breathing hard now. His hand over her
 mouth and nose, making her light headed with lack of
 oxygen. Fear was in her eyes, as Taylor hovered over
 her menacingly. Without warning he dropped onto Robyn
 and started to wrestle her blouse open. Robyn began to
 scream, that was all she could do, and she screamed at
 the top of her lunges.

 Taylor flat-handed her hard. The shock of the slap
 stunned her; it also silenced her for a moment. "If
 you scream like that again bitch, I'll smash your cute
 little nose, got that? You just lie there and take it
 like the good little whore that we all know you are,
 okay, baby?"

 He started pulling Robyn's blouse open, not caring
 about the damage he was causing. Buttons went flying
 and cloth ripped as he undressed her roughly.

 Her blouse and bra lay a few feet away in a pile, and
 her skirt was ripped open to reveal her beautiful silky
 legs. Taylor stopped for a moment, breathing raggedly
 from his efforts, mixed with his rising lust.

 He had to admit that this girl really was beautiful,
 and he stared at her revealed body for a few more
 moments before he called to his friends. "Hey was I
 lying when I told you she's a gorgeous piece of ass?"
 The two other jocks looked like they would be ready
 for their turns when Taylor was finished. 

 Robyn begged him to stop, "Please Taylor, don't do
 this to me. I've suffered enough, you've already
 ruined my life, what are you trying to do, kill me?" 

 Taylor just laughed and said, "Baby, all I want to do
 to you is fuck you. I don't give a shit if you want'a
 die, just don't do it until I'm done, okay?"

 He forced the Robyn's long legs apart with his massive
 ones, and began to position his cock-head at her open-
 ing. Robyn was determined this time to fight and die
 if necessary, she wasn't going to let Taylor rape her.
 But as the teenagers wrestled in the dirt, Taylor
 became frustrated with the squirming girl and hit her
 another glancing blow to the head. That knocked the
 remaining fight out of Robyn. She lay there stunned;
 tears pouring down her dust-covered face. Taylor
 quickly mounted the sobbing girl and thrust hard into
 her.

 As Robyn numbly looked past the humping boy on top of
 her, she saw the blue sky, and the birds flying over
 head.  Her beautiful blue eyes seemed not quite as
 clear and brilliant as before, something was gone from
 her face too. The liveliness that had played across her
 features was disappearing with each thrust of the
 teenage rapist. Robyn knew that she couldn't go on any
 more, her life was over now. Taylor had won.

 One of the other boys was dropping his pants in anti-
 cipation. He looked on, as his buddy fucked the hot
 girl, 'it was so fucking perverted', he thought to
 himself. He hadn't ever been this hard before, he was
 looking forward to banging this chick in the worst way.

 Taylor was really enjoying himself. 'God she's tight,'
 he thought. "Yeah baby, I'm gonna come in you again,
 maybe this time we can make a baby. With our looks we'd
 make a knock-out kid." He increased his thrusts at the
 thought of making this hot 'bitch' pregnant. Robyn
 closed her eyes and wanted to die.

 There was a loud noise, a yell, and then all hell broke
 loose. After the yell, the next thing that registered
 in Robyn's mind was that Taylor had stopped thrusting
 into her, then the blood. Was she dying, had they
 killed her? Then the scene came into focus. MAX!  OH
 MAX!

 Max had found them, and he was smashing heads. He'd
 already downed the guy with his pants down, and ap-
 parently he'd banged Taylor on the side of the head
 with a board, because he was standing in a crouch,
 naked, still with a partial erection, blood dripping
 down the side of his head, circling Max in a wrestlers
 stance. But Max didn't waste any time; he took the two
 by four and slammed it into Taylor's crotch. The big
 football player doubled over and crashed to the ground
 face first.

 Max rushed to Robyn, cursing over his shoulder at the
 remaining boy who turned and ran as fast as he could.

 "Hi beautiful, How ya doin?"

 Max looked down at Robyn laying in the dirt, resting
 against his arms, stripped naked, dirty, and dishevel-
 ed, and just gave her his fascinating smile. Robyn's
 big blue eyes shined brightly...

 Epilogue:

 In a perfect world Robyn and Max might live happily
 ever after. And Taylor would go to jail for a long
 time. But it's not a perfect world. But if the events
 just happened, and lets say they did. Then Robyn and
 Max have as much chance to be happy ever after, as
 anyone else does. Hope you enjoyed my story. 

        (c) 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker
            Kristen078@hotmail.com
      http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/stories/

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 Please keep in mind that when a woman says no, she
 invariably means it. Rape, date rape or forced sex
 with a "non" consenting woman can bring dire conse-
 quences.   The average prison term for rape in the
 U.S. is 25 years. This story was fantasy and should
 be considered as unusual entertainment only. Treat
 all women with respect, they are the fairer sex!
 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *





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