Chapter 21: Settling In
The first month of school was both the hardest and the easiest. Not everyone had heard the stories yet, and not everyone believed them. Later on, everyone would believe them.
I'd like to say that most of my friends reacted like Camille, but that just wasn't the case. This was high school, after all, and most of my friends treated me like a pariah. They were cool to me to my face, and they were vicious behind my back. I won't say that it didn't hurt, but it was what I had prepared myself for when I decided to go ahead with this crazy plan. There was still a small handful of friends that stuck with me throughout the year, and between them and Jeff, I was able to keep my bearings.
It was hard that first month, realizing that I was losing my friends, but it was what I had decided to do. One thing that I did enjoy that first month was the shock that I gave everyone. During the rest of the year, people came to expect outrageous behavior from me, but during September, they were still getting used to it, so I was able to shock people at every turn. It is much more humiliating to behave badly when people don't expect it.
As quickly as some of the girls dropped me as friends when they learned what a slut I was, the guys reacted even faster. I was pretty good looking, so I had dated a bit, but I also wouldn't put out, and everyone knew it. That limited the people who were interested in going out with me.
Once it became the common belief that I was an easy lay, the boys started coming out of the woodwork. Paul was the first person to ask me out. He was a reasonably nice guy, pretty good looking and a jock. Unfortunately, all I could say is, "I don't know, I'll get back to you."
Later I talked to Jeff about it. He instructed me to tell Paul that I could not go out with him now, but to check back in a few weeks. He told me to tell everyone that asked me out the same thing.
One downside about being a slut, however, is that people feel that they can take liberties with you. Another sleaze-ball named Rob tried to get me to go out on a date with him. I gave him the stock answer, but he wouldn't take it. He grabbed my ass and tried to convince me that he was god's gift to women. He tried forcing a kiss on me while he pawed my breast. It was not fun.
I pulled away and went to find Jeff. I explained what happened, and he took me over to Rob and said, "Did you lay your hands on Rachel?"
"What if I did?" Rob blustered. "She's just a slut, and what are you going to do about it anyway?"
I was a little worried, because Rob was bigger than Jeff, and he was a brawler. But Jeff had the bigger brain.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," Jeff said in an angry tone of voice. "What I will do is let the word go around that everyone who beats the crap out of you will be invited over for a gang bang featuring a very welcoming Rachel. Can you take a guess at what you would look like by the end of the day?"
I think that Rob could guess, because he backed off saying, "I wouldn't want that skank anyway!"
I threw my arms around Jeff's neck and gave him a big kiss! "Would you really do that to me?" I asked breathlessly?
"Count on it," he said with a smile.
A few days later, Jeff told me, "You've got a date Friday night."
"Really? With whom?" I asked.
"Well, I needed some help from Neal," Jeff told me, "and he really didn't have time to help me. So I traded him. I told him that if he helped me out, he could have a date with a sure thing. You must have done a good job on him, because he jumped at the chance!"
"You didn't really!" I said breathlessly. "You bartered for me? And guaranteed that he was going to get laid?"
Jeff smiled evilly and said, "You'll never know what the story is, and you are forbidden to ask Neal. As to your second question, yes. You will go out with him. You will be a wonderful date. And at the end of the night, you will fuck him. You will suck him. You will do anything sexual that he wants. And you will make him feel like you are loving it, whether you are or not. If, for whatever reason, he doesn't excite you, think about how after the date you are going to sit down in front a video camera, naked, and describe in gory detail everything that happened."
"I've never fucked anyone but you," I said.
"That ends Friday night," Jeff said. "I've fucked a half a dozen girls, and within a few weeks, you will far surpass me. How does that make you feel?"
"Like a slut!" I said.
On Friday night I went out with Neal. He was a gentleman, and a bit nervous. We had a lovely dinner and then a movie. Then he drove me to a make out spot. We started kissing, and he tried being noble again.
"I know that Jeff put you up to this, but you don't have to do anything if you don't want," he told me.
I thought about what Jeff said to me. I thought about the way that Neal behaved with me. I thought about what lay ahead for me. And I thought about what I was feeling. I was very honest when I told Neal, "Look Neal, I am not sure what Jeff told you, but so far he is the only man that I've slept with. I am going to be fucking a lot of people in the future, and I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather have break me in than you. So unless you have some significant reservations about me, please fuck me every way that you can think of!"
I kissed him hard, and he seemed to lose any hesitation. As a fuck, I'd rate him the second best guy that I had slept with to date. He was actually pretty good, but as I should have guessed from his demeanor, he was quite gentle. It was nice, but not the pounding, painful fuck that I had grown to know and love. Nevertheless, he managed to get me off, and I got him off three times.
When he dropped me off, I kissed him and said, "Neal, I'm not going to be your girlfriend, but I enjoyed being with you. Any time that you are feeling particularly hard up, whistle me up and I'd be happy to relieve you, any way you want." I gave him another kiss and went into my house.
I took my clothes off as I got into the house and my mother came out to see me. She must have seen the cum dripping down my legs, because she asked, "Out with Jeff?"
"Nope, Neal," I told her.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yup," I replied. "Your daughter is on her way to being a slut!"
My mother just came over and ran her finger up my leg, scooping up the cum dripping out and offering it to me. I sucked her finger in, tasting myself and Neal. Then she got another fingerful and popped it into her mouth.
"Mother!" I shrieked, but she just smiled and went to her room. I went to my room, set up the video camera, and taped my experiences as Jeff required.
After my date with Neal, Jeff set me up on a couple of more dates, then allowed me to start accepting dates myself. He told me that I only had to accept dates from people that I liked, but that anyone that I dated got whatever they wanted.
I discovered that boys ran quite the range. Some just wanted a slut, and right after they picked me up they took me somewhere to park or to a room, and they fucked me and left. Others took me to dinner, gave me a nice time, then fucked me. The latter group got second dates, if they were interested. A couple of the guys felt that since I was a slut, they could abuse me, and not in a nice way. I enjoyed the pain, but disliked the misogyny. Again, no second dates for that crowd.
It was one of the guys in the last group that got into trouble. I didn't enjoy his behavior on our date, and I didn't want to date him again. But he seemed to assume that if he fucked me once, he had full rights to my body. He didn't understand that I only gave those rights to select individuals.
One day a little after our date, he tried to get me to agree to go out with him again. When I refused, he got belligerent and tried to do me right there. I was certain that I was going to be raped, but it didn't actually bother me that much. I had already slept with him, and I figured he would just do me and I would let Jeff know about it. When I fought him, though, I managed to get away from him. As soon as I could, I found Jeff and told him what happened.
The next day at lunch, Camille came up and asked, "What happened between you and Marty?"
"Why?" I asked.
"It's all over school!" she said. "I heard that Marty tried to rape you, and that anyone who hurt the motherfucker would be invited to a gang bang on Friday night at the house of a certain slut that I know!"
"Oh my Dog!" I moaned.
"Is it true?" she asked.
"The first part is, but I didn't know about the second part!" I told her. "Jeff had promised someone else that this is what would happen if he didn't leave me alone!"
"Well, let me just say that there are a lot of people looking for Marty right now!" Camille told me. "It appears that the prospect of getting into a gang bang starring the Ice Princess turned slut is very attractive to a lot of people, though some of the guys you've dated just want to beat the crap out of him for the hell of it. I just can't believe that Jeff would promise you for a gang bang without telling you!"
"I can!" I moaned again.
The picture of me in a gang bang was driving me insane. Camille must have picked up on it, because she asked, "Are you getting turned on by the thought of being the star of a gang bang?"
"Oh, yes!" I said. "I have to go to the bathroom to get myself off!"
I started to get my stuff together and Camille asked, "Why go to the bathroom?"
"What?" I asked.
"If you are such a slut, why not just do it here!" she asked.
I looked at her, stunned. Then I sat down. "Fine, I will!" I told her defiantly.
I looked around, then as unobtrusively as possible, I ran my hands along the seam of my jeans. I leaned forward and asked Camille, "Do you think that if people see me doing this, they'll just jump me here?"
"If they thought that they could get away with it, they'd strip you and fuck you on this table," she whispered to me. "Staff and faculty, too! And I'd bet you'd love it!"
"I would," I moaned, and I came. It wasn't a huge cum, but it was satisfyingly public.
A minute later, Jeff came over and sat down next to me.
"Oh, Jeff!" I cried, hugging him fiercely.
"What, exactly, was that for?" he asked.
"I heard what you did, about Marty!" I told him. "Thank you for protecting me!"
"Protecting you?" Camille asked. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems to me!"
"Maybe," I countered, "but that fire is going to make me so hot!"
Both Jeff and Camille laughed at me for that.
"Are you going to be ready for Friday night?" he asked me.
"My first gang bang! You bet I'll be ready!" I told him with a smile. Unfortunately, inside I wasn't quite as certain. I mean, it was great fucking all those guys individually. Some weren't that great and some were, but could I take on dozens of them? I wasn't sure. Nonetheless, it was the next step on my road to sluthood.
The next day we heard what had happened to Marty. It seems that he was attacked at least three times, the last time broke his nose and a rib. He was in the hospital, recovering, which kept other vigilantes away from him. I felt bad about it, and told Jeff as much.
"I feel bad about it as well," he said, "but I needed to make a statement. He may not have deserved that, but it's not like he was innocent either. And believe me; this story is going to get around. No one is going to lay a finger on you without permission again!"
Jeff was definitely right about that! "But what if he gets me into trouble?" I asked.
"First of all, you did nothing other than fend him off," Jeff reassured me. "He might try and get some of the assailants in trouble, but when they explain that they were doing it to protect a poor girl that he attempted to rape, I don't think that he will look too sympathetic. I don't like vigilante justice, but sometimes it works."
I was upset, but I understood what he was saying. "So how many people ended up attacking him?" I asked.
"Six I can verify, and another three that claim to have done something," he said. "This time I thought I'd just let them all have a go."
"This time?" I asked. "That's nine people!"
"Yup," he said, grinning evilly.