Let the Punishment Fit the Crime

Let the Punishment Fit the Crime:

Brought Down By Envy and Lust

If there was anything I felt truly passionate about during my senior year at Northfield High School it was my hatred of Jenny Collins. Everything I did well she did just a little bit better. Confounding the dumb blonde stereotype, I was a science and math whiz. But Jen's science project was awarded first place at the school science fair and I only took second. Somehow, beating out all the boys didn't seem to matter as much as losing out to Jen.

Despite the science and math nerd stereotype, I was always pretty popular. I guess my looks helped for that. The 'blue-eyed blonde girl-next-door with a little extra hint of naughtiness' idea is always appealing. But too many of the guys thought Jen was just a little bit prettier, and, even worse, so much of the same type as me. I didn't agree. I thought she looked like a cow. But everybody else was like "Omigod, you two look SO alike, are you sure you're not sisters?" Anyway, it was undeniable that, whether by design or not, she took everything just a little bit further than I did. I was known for my short skirts and slim legs. Jenny wore her skirts a half inch shorter. Guys always complimented me on my eyes, but Jason Schmidt who was one of the few guys who dared to ask us both out (and live!) once said hers were just a tiny bit bluer. I never talked to him again. I loved my 36Bs, which I checked out in the mirror several times a day. Word around the school was that Jenny had 36Cs. So when, last year, I ran for Junior Class President, the fact the I was beaten by Jenny Collins (by 14 votes, groan) was as infuriating as it was inevitable.

Yes, I had my little victories, too. The most recent was that while both Jen and I were trying to get the attention of Craig Manzelli, Northfield's star quarterback, when he had just become available following the break-up of a two year relationship, I was the one Craig called and took out three times in the last two weeks. The first time I just gave Craig a good night kiss. The second time I gave him a hand job, which was good because it meant he got enough to not go away, but not so much that he would think I was too easy and not respect me. The third time we did go all the way and it just felt like the right time, you know. I wasn't very experienced, but it seemed to me his technique wasn't so great. I mean he did cum in what seemed like only a minute. But he was so gorgeous I practically creamed just lying under him and looking into his soulful brown eyes while his muscular arms pressed down on me. Well, you get the picture (blush).

So there I was, starting to fall in love with the dreamiest guy in the school (and not only dreamiest, but one that everyone acknowledged as dreamiest, so that they could eat their hearts out because he was going to be mine) and, even better, he seemed to be falling under my magical spell, when, you guessed it, Jenny started to make a play for him. She gave him 'the smile', she asked him for help, she flattered him shamelessly, she tried every trick that is so painfully obvious that only someone as stupid as a boy wouldn't know what was coming and why.

God, I wanted to scream. No, I wanted to tear out her hair and pluck out her eyes and feed them to the pigeons in the park. All I was able to do instead was to call up my closest friends on my cell and whine to them about Jenny. It's not like they weren't used to my complaining about Jen, but this was a whole new level of complaint. Finally, Sophie told me, "Look, Sara, if she bothers you so much, why don't you, like, do something about it, instead of, like, bitching about it all the time, you know."

So Sophie and I started meeting after school at my house almost every day plotting elaborate revenge fantasies. Sometimes a couple of my other friends would come over, too, but I think they got a little weirded out by how over-the-top some of our ideas got. Like the time Bev said to us, "I don't know, you guys, this sounds a little too Columbine, ya know? It's freaking me out."

Probably this all would have stayed in the realm of revenge fantasy, but one day I got a surprise call – I mean a very surprise call – from Melissa Aronson, who had always been much more in the Jenny group at school than the me, Sara, group at school.

Melissa told me how she'd just had a huge fight with Jenny ("that bitch" she said; I loved it!) and that she wanted to get even, too. What's more, Melissa fit in perfectly with the latest scheme Sophie and I had been discussing!

You see, the latest idea Sophie and I were kicking around was to get Jenny gang-banged by the football team.

The core of the idea was to say that Jen so wanted them to beat our arch-rival Somerville in the last game of the season that she would let the team all have her as many times as they wanted, in as many holes as they wanted, after the game, as an extra incentive. This image was so gratifying to me that I could practically cum just from thinking about it at night without even touching myself. I could picture Jenny with the whole team all around her, their big dicks hard at the thought of an available cunt, them all making jokes about what a whore she was, while cum coated her inside and out, completely ruining her reputation forever. While our school was 95% white, a lot of that other 5% was on the football team. So I could picture our halfback Tyrone Jefferson juking between Jen's legs, and linebacker David Ruiz doing the Macarena in Jen's mouth, and maybe even our big Hawaiian right tackle Marty Kalakaua sticking his cock right up her ass, and if that cock was as wide as the rest of him, Jen wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. For some reason that last image was so terrific for me that, when thinking about it at bedtime, my hand would invariably make its way down to my clit and I would get off especially quickly.

But the very best part of the fantasy would be to imagine the look of disgust on Craig Mazelli's face (my Craig Mazelli, smile). Craig would think of Jenny as a whore forever. Maybe he'd be so disgusted with her he wouldn't even fuck her himself (no 'sloppy seconds' for the quarterback), but would just have her jerk him off so he'd cum on her face.

I wouldn't even hold cumming on Jen against Craig. It wouldn't count because it would be done out of contempt rather than love. I would be Craig's love. Every day after school he would hold me in his strong arms, my head just reaching his chin as we spooned standing up, his cock discreetly pressing against my backside, reminding us both of how much he cared about me, his hugging arms close enough to my tits to be well, titillating, but not so close as to be scandalous. Craig, who smelled so masculine in a way that made me want to pull him on top of me, open my legs and wrap them around him forever, would have eyes only for me. Some day he would even be my husband. I would be Mrs. Craig Mazelli, Mrs. Craig Mazelli(!), Ms. Sara Mazelli, sometimes, too. People would say, "Oh, a blonde Italian," and I would flip my hair or something and say "No, it's my husband who is the Italian" and the look in my eye would imply 'Italian stud' and they'd get a hint of what a hot guy I had at home, an athlete.

So, having Jen's friend, Melissa, want to get involved in the plot, was a stroke of luck, something to turn fantasy to reality. Jen was too smart to trust a set-up coming from someone tight with me like Sophie, but if Melissa pretended to patch things up with her, Melissa could easily persuade Jen to come back to the school the night after the game with the right pretext.

There were so many things to arrange, but my mind went into high gear solving each impediment to the plan that we came up with.

How to tell the guys on the team that Jen would fuck them for a win without word leaking back to Jen through the shocked grapevine? Just have Sophie tell them right before the game, so there would be little time for it to leak out and also have Sophie warn them that everybody could get in trouble if word leaked, which wouldn't stop hot gossip, but would at least slow it down.

How to make it still come off even if the team lost? Tell them Jenny had gotten so horny thinking of banging the team that she decided to do it anyway as a consolation prize 'to make them feel better' after the loss.

How to make sure some of the guys on the team didn't get scruples or cautious and stop the gang-bang from taking place? Have Andrea, whose parents would be out of town, invite them over for a post-game party at which beer would be served, getting rid of excess inhibitions. Girls at the party to support and protect Andrea would be allowed to flirt and stimulate guys but would not be allowed to get them off. The guys would be ready to rut with goats after a couple hours at that party.

How to prevent Jenny from showing the guys that she wanted no part of the gangbang? Well, obviously she'd have to be gagged. But that clearly wouldn't be enough. First we decided we'd need a hood to prevent facial expressions and then we added the idea of tying her up and coming up with a story about bondage being part of Jen's fantasy. Not an airtight story, but this would be a bunch of drunk, overly-stimulated teenage football players, giddy with victory or wanting to blow off steam after defeat, so the explanation wouldn't have to be brilliant.

How to make sure there would be no legal repercussions as a result of guilty consciences or Jen tattling? Video everything, so that the consequences of coming forward would be too dreadful. Jen wouldn't talk, either to avoid the humiliation of that tape getting into circulation or because of the pressure from all the families who wouldn't want their precious sons all going to jail.

Soon, everything was set and I couldn't believe it was all actually going to happen. Jenny would be humiliated. Craig would be mine. The school would laugh at Jen for being a slut and a whore. I would be Craig's Princess and I would wake up every morning to find him nibbling on my neck, sucking on my nipples, kissing down my belly, all the way to my navel piercing, and, well, you know.

The day of the game everything went perfectly. The team won 28-10. Craig threw two touchdown passes and rushed for one of the other scores. (Tyrone Jefferson ran for the other.) Andrea, Sophie and some others shepherded the team to Andrea's house for the beer blast and tease fest. Jen's 'pal' Melissa took Jen out on a post-game shopping trip at a faraway mall with the assignment to bring her back to the school at 8pm with the surprise news that Craig had something important to tell her.

And, yours truly waited in the vacant male locker room with my trusty video cam, nestled behind the used towel container, ready to tape in secret until everything was too far along to stop, thereupon to join the proceedings taping from every angle as Jenny Collins went down to her final cum-splattered, humiliating defeat. As I waited there I imagined her reaction. Would she be utterly broken?

Or would the hot scene bring out some latent sex-bitch aspect and have her begin to enjoy and encourage the rainbow of cocks to fuck her. Both possibilities delighted me and made me oh so wet.

I guess getting there so early wasn't a good idea because I got so horny that I began to finger myself picturing Jen all splayed out with so many needy, bulging cocks around her. I began to play with myself and I also began to imagine Craig taking me doggy style, something I hoped to make happen very soon. Craig would mount me from behind, his cute butt pumping forward as he pistoned his cock deep inside me, his strong hands kneading my boobs, and his sweet mouth giving me hickies on the back of my neck.

I shivered with lust and anticipation and didn't notice at all someone, I still don't know who, sneaking behind me and putting a chloroform-filled handkerchief up to my nose and mouth. I swooned and awoke to the sound of some very loud and drunk guys banging into the locker room.

Adrenaline shot through me and I fought the haze to try to stand up and run, but I found myself very tightly bound with my head covered and my mouth stuffed with a ball gag. I squirmed, but it felt like I was up in the air and might fall off my flimsy support into an abyss if I moved too much. It turns out I was face up on one of the long benches the guys can sit on if they want when they change.

And – oh God! What a thing to have to remember! – I heard all those loud, drunk, happy male voices!

"Hey! Look! It really IS Jenny Collins!"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Yeah, I'd know those tits and ass anywhere."

"And that blonde hair. Look at that muff. I guess that settles it. She really is a natural blonde."

"She doesn't shave it, just a bikini wax. Hey, Jen, why don't you go bare puss?"

"Okay, guys, we going to do this or not?"

"Damn straight. Pick which hole you want and make a line. Looks like the mouth is out of the question. Hey, Melissa, you sure Jen wanted this freaky bondage thing? Couldn't we at least get to use her mouth?"

"Patience, guys, do it her way at first. It's the least you can do. Then maybe after you've fulfilled her fantasy, she'll let us take out the gag and you can do it that way too," replied Melissa.

I can only guess at which guys took me when and how, though when some of them were inside me I thought at the time I could tell who they were by how they felt and smelled and by the voices of a few of them as they moaned things like "oh yeah, Jen, fuck, yeah" in my ear as they got their rocks off. But the recollections soon began to blur, as there were so many of them. 280 pound Marty Kalakaua really did pick my virgin anus as his preferred hole (yes, it was pretty obvious who was on top of me that time!) and he really was fat 'there' too. Luckily, several guys had plowed that ground before him that night, so their cum lube made it a bit less painful than it otherwise would have been.

For some strange reason I began to enjoy myself on some level. I guess the body can play tricks on the mind or the mind can play tricks on the body or something. Whatever. Despite the huge soreness, the stimulation really got to me and although I didn't ever quite cum I felt very stimulated and even exhilarated in a way that is hard to describe. That is until they removed the hood.

My eyes took some moments to adjust to the light but when they did I saw all the guys standing around me. And they saw me.

"Holy fuck! It's Sara Tappin! Hey, what the fuck is going on here?"

Melissa enlightened them.

"Sara set this all up to get even with Jenny. Jenny wouldn't REALLY have put out like that for all you guys. You guys KNOW she's not really that kind of girl. So, some of us girls got together and thought if that's the evil thing Sara wanted to do to Jen, what better punishment for Sara for thinking of such an awful thing. What's that thing Mr. Straughter taught us when we did The Mikado, 'Have the punishment fit the crime'? Or what was that other phrase? 'Hoist on his own petard' or something?"

The guys looked doubtful and suddenly scared. Craig, my darling Craig, started to say something, as if he would assert leadership and put an end to what had seemed like consensual group sex but was now obviously gang rape. But then Jenny Collins herself stepped out of my previous hiding place and took control.

"Guys, I hate to tell you this, but I've been taping everything. One tape I've already handed to a friend for safe keeping and I've got a second tape in the cam to cover Act Two. Now, I don't think any of us want the whole team to get kicked out of school right in the middle of senior year. Not to mention bye-bye college scholarships and maybe college altogether. Newspaper headlines. Jail for rape. Expense of prosecution. Your parents will kill you, and if they don't, the convicts will rape you. Why risk all that for this whore? Everything that happened here came out of HER dirty little mind. Except that I was going to be the victim, just because she's always been insanely jealous of me. So, it's really fitting that this all happened to her, the bitch who planned it all."

It was really no contest. The guys weren't going to risk their futures for me. And I wasn't a Goddess on a pedestal any more, if I ever was. I was just a cum-soaked whore on a fucking bench now. I couldn't even think of a way to plead. I couldn't even look anyone in the face.

Jen turned to look down on me.

"Don't you look just darling, Sara? You cute little tramp. You actually ARE very attractive, in a whorish sort of way." Her tone changed to one of mock solicitude. "Would you like me to remove that ball gag for you?"

My jaw ached so much I nodded yes without thinking, but as she removed it she replaced it with a ring shaped gadget instead that kept my mouth open.

"Okay, some of you wanted blow jobs instead of cunt and ass, so Sara has graciously consented to take requests. And, don't worry, we still have time, so everyone is free to cum more than once."

When the guys were finished Jenny came up with one more surprise. She brought out my pal and comrade, Sophie Tobin and held her in front of me. I could barely tell up from down by this point, but even in that state I could still see that Sophie was agitated and feeling guilty.

"I couldn't help it, Sara," she pleaded with me. "When Melissa told on us, they forced me to cooperate with them. I didn't have any choice."

"That's right, Sophie slut, you really did want to stick by this whore and her evil plot until we forced you to do otherwise," Jenny jeered at her. "So, here's what you have to do now as punishment or we will make your last semester here a Living Hell. Strip off all your clothes. Then get yourself off on Sara-whore's face. I promise that if you do that, none of the guys will touch you, and we won't punish you any further. So: strip, mount her face, and cum. If you cum for us now you're home free the rest of the year."

I watched my friend Sophie turn scarlet as she stared at the floor and one by one dropped her garments in a pile at her feet. She silently mouthed 'I'm sorry' to me and then quickly hopped on my face to hide her pussy by placing it on me. Quickly, she began to rub herself on me and I guess it was exciting for her in a perverse sort of way because her juices began to slick my face. For me it was humiliating because I'd never done anything gay before, let alone in front of an audience of drunken guys, my worst enemy with a cam, and the boy I loved and had hoped to marry. Plus, I found it hard to breathe with Sophie's 120 pounds covering my mouth and nose half the time, so finally I desperately reached up with my tongue to help her along until she finished with a pitiful, shuddering climax.

Sophie's humiliation was over but mine had one last event to endure because Jen had one last announcement.

"I'm not gay like some of the other girls," she said looking at me and Sophie, but I think it's only proper that I get to do one thing to Sara-whore, too. After all, I am the injured party. And this is what I chose to do as it best represents Sara-whore's position compared to mine."

With that, she removed her panties, and, keeping her skirt on for modesty, went astride the bench, directly over my mouth. I was confused because I had thought she had just said she didn't want to do anything gay like to cum on my face. I waited there a moment, not knowing what was going on, until I figured it out as it became obvious to everyone. A stream of warm golden piss squirted down on my mouth which I couldn't close because of the ring holding it open. The piss poured in choking me and degrading me. I moved my head to the side to avoid drinking it, but then it merely splashed on my face and in my eyes instead.

Mercifully, the one worst possible thing didn't occur. When Jenny stopped pissing into and onto me she invited Craig to follow her in using me as a toilet, but Craig declined in disgust. Instead he left the locker room, muttering and the rest of the group left soon too, grossed out by Jen's last gesture towards me or maybe embarrassment at their own crude behavior.

Nobody ever got punished for what happened to me. Rumors did go through our community, but I guess everybody was too scared to open up that can of worms. Jen was true to her word to Sophie that my original confederates would be left alone by the victorious group until we safely went our separate ways to college. All except me, this is.

I have to serve Jenny Collins as a slave. I have to go to her house three days a week after school and do her weekly chores. The work isn't as bad as the abuse because she doesn't just say "do the laundry" but instead things like "do the laundry NOW, you useless bitch." Her parents both work and don't come home until after I've gone, so they think their darling daughter Jen has suddenly 'turned over a new leaf' and gotten responsible, cooking them the competent dinner really I'd just made for them. Luckily, this all comes to an end, even for me, when I go off to college at the end of the summer.

My most passionate feeling my senior year at Northfield High School is still my hatred for Jenny Collins. But I no longer fight against the evidence that She is my superior. I accept it.