Mean Girls of Maplewood Ch. 12

"Please take the money; there's more where that came from alright?" He begged off as she enjoyed the level of anxiety he was experiencing.

"Sure coach and I think I like this trophy too, you don't mind?" She'd snatched one of the larger trophies in her reach as she collected the bribe.

"It's yours." Coach Hamblen spoke through gritted teeth as she haphazardly banged one of his prized possessions against his desk on her way out.

Leslie found her teammates gone and figured Red was fed up with her antics. She found some fans lingering in the corridor adjacent to the gym and obliged them by posing for some pics with her newfound trophy. Her phone chirped with a text that brought a smile to her face.

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Brad Tucker was on the verge of having a nervous meltdown worrying that he was being set up again. Patty had chased him down the hall earlier obviously trying to draw him away to some private area where others were waiting to assault him once again. The muscular jock had begun sweating so profusely that a girl sitting behind him had scooted her desk over into the aisle. He began looking around at some of the female classmates wondering which were in league with Red. The paperwork on his desk was drenched with perspiration tearing when he handled it. Brad's mind wandered back to the night he was defiled remembering what was done to him relentlessly by his former childhood friend April. He screamed, cried and begged being sincerely sorry for all the wrongs he'd done to her. The chubby blonde continued abusing him while admonishing him for assaulting her, an unwanted pregnancy and cheating on his girlfriend. April twisted and stroked his large cock continually releasing it before he could cum. She promised to let him go if he ejaculated pounding him viciously. April jerked Brad mercilessly relenting when he was near and ramping up the pounding until he exploded all over the blood soaked hay. April relented for a moment looking at her handiwork incredulously before telling Brad that he was a closet fag.

He'd wanted to murder her doing his best to free himself as she laughed and told him she would prove her assertion taking him again. Despite the excruciating pain, Brad found himself finally shattering as came hard again. April laughed maniacally telling him that he enjoyed being a bottom while attempting to get him to "clean" the dildo. He'd lost track of the many objects she'd used to beat him until he'd started screaming for Red to save him. It was only then that April revealed her fondest wish to be captured and tried for her crime. April couldn't keep her insane joy bottled up telling him that she was going to enjoy telling everyone about how a short, chubby misfit raped the town hero and made him cum two times. She admitted that she'd orgasmed just thinking about how he was now going to be a loser just like her.

Something snapped loose in his spirit at that point bringing Brad Tucker to his current "damaged" state as he vomited all over himself before begging her not to tell anybody what was done to him. He managed to get on his knees before the crazed teen hands clasped together as she led him in mock prayer to "cleanse his soul" of evil. Brad Tucker sincerely repeated her made-up words calling himself a "godless pervert" and admitting to whatever else April wanted. Adding insult to injury, April stuck the attached dildo in his face asking him to clean it to prove his sincerity laughing as he relented taking it into his mouth. Brad was then told to ride her "cock" reverse cowgirl until he came a third time to "cleanse" the evil from his body forever. The world turned inside out as he bounced on the toy believing that he would never see the light of day. Red and Leslie would return as dawn approached to find him a changed man.

"I-I want to be good; I want to be good...I-WANT UURRRGHHH!!" Brad suddenly projectile vomited all over his desk. Some of the other students in the class were so startled that more than a few desks were upturned. Brad was quickly given permission to go to the school nurse as the teacher contacted janitorial services and struggled to get the class under control. He staggered to the bathroom cleaning himself up avoiding looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He was still the handsome, sculpted, perfect physical specimen that people knew outwardly but internally it felt as if everyone knew just how fractured he actually was. Brad Tucker had a hard time dealing with people, jostling with his former teammates who were

The broken football hero had taken to loitering on the bleachers facing the field where he'd found his glory remaining daily until he could stand no more. The afterhours solitude was comforting in a way he couldn't explain. He'd enjoy a cigarette or a joint every now and then listening to the wind whistle across the field. Brad Tucker had been disturbed during a moment of silent reflection by two girls who lulled him into a false sense of security before whisking him off to a remote location. The afternoon shared by the trio had been pleasurable enough until it became obvious what they were looking for partially shaming him into a threesome and playing on his emotions. Visually Brad had nothing to complain about with the slender, sexy yet too talkative Patty and ridiculous rounded hips of her BFF Chelsea. That rainy afternoon had ended with him experiencing some sort of mental break as he pounded the living snot out of Patty pushing the athletic blonde to her limits while her friend watched horrified. At that moment he surfaced realizing what he'd done and half-run from the cabin into the biting rain. Brad Tucker hid for several days finally returning to school to avoid concerned family members. Patty seemed to always be in the company of his estranged girlfriend which kept him in a near constant state of anxiety.

"What's she want with me; why won't she just go away?" He managed to glance at his own appearance finding that he'd done a shitty job of cleaning up. Brad ended up discarding the flannel shirt altogether settling for the white tank top underneath.

"Shit just suck it up; you-you GOTTA MAKE THINGS RIGHT!!" The jock paced back and forth in the bathroom scaring a few underclassmen into leaving.

He finally decided in his mind that Red figured out his lie about the text book and was after him. Brad decided that he'd confess and trust in her mercy; put himself out there in good faith and hope that April wouldn't find out. The distressed jock had gone through the five stages of grief in a matter of moments.

Patty and Chelsea were chatting in the corridor; Brad took a deep breath before walking up to the girls doing his best smile. Chelsea was the first to catch sight of him shrieking and alerting her friend.

"Hey guys uhm; how's it going?" His voice was trembling as he did his best to continue.

"Oh my lord; you're totally fucked up Brad. What the fuck happened to you?" Chelsea was concerned worried that he'd started doing some hard drugs. There were rumors of his troubles and she couldn't forget what had transpired during their threesome.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENED; GET-THE-FUCK-OUT OF HERE!!" Patty was still shaken from her encounters with Red.

"But you said..."

"FUCK OFF MAN!!" Patty didn't want to be seen talking to him.

"I'm sorry about running away earlier Patty; I-I'm ready now." He was doing his best to keep it together and failing miserably.

"What's he talking about Patty; you trying to hook up with him again?!!" patty quickly yanked on her friend's arm to silence her.

"Shut up doofus; I-I don't need this shit right now."

"You were trying to get a piece weren't you? Well I'll be damned slut; you're so fucking sneaky!!" Chelsea coveted Brad more than anyone knew harboring a crush on the star football player for over a year now.

"I'm sorry Patty; please forgive me." The cracks in his psyche were starting to show.

"What-the-fuck is he on Patty; you better start talking bitch!"

"Probably crack; LOOK MORON TAKE A POWDER OR SOMETHING!! GET OUTTA HERE-NOW!!" She was looking around nervously as she spoke praying that Red wasn't around the nearest corner.

"Brad, what's going on?" Chelsea placed a hand softly on his shoulder but he still seemed focused on her best friend.

'Yuh-You're right Patty because I should be telling this stuff to Red anyway, sorry again." He was completely sincere in his conviction turning to leave as the youthful looking blonde's eyes widened realizing what he meant to do and what it would mean for her immediate health.

"BRAD WAIT!!" She quickly snagged his arm yanking on it until he moved with her into a vacant study hall. Chelsea was perplexed by the events unfolding in front of her following suite and discovering her friend cradling Brad's head between her hands.

"What are you going to tell Red?!!"

"Everything; just confess it all like you wanted Patty." She gave him a quick smack on the cheek.

"No, no, no you've got the wrong idea buddy; get that stupid shit out of your head."

"But I'm tired of playing the game and I just want it to be over now Patty; I want to do the right thing-be good now." He sounded like he was in a trance as Chelsea looked on concerned.

"Why is he acting like that Pat?"

"SHUT UP AND WATCH THE FUCKING DOOR!!" It was common knowledge that Patty was the alpha amongst the duo and Chelsea followed her orders with barely a thought.

"Look I need to go find Red and tell her the truth; she hates lies; we can go together so that she can see I'm cooperating Patty."

"You're not cooperating-YOU'RE FUCKING UP BIG TIME!!" She'd caught his gaze with her own bearing down on him with her big, expressive blue eyes.

"I am?"

"Yeah Brad because now is not the time; only I know when it's okay to tell-understand? You need to keep your mouth shut or something-REALLY BAD is going to happen." Patty began yanking on his arms trying to hold him in place.

"REALLY BAD?!!" His heartrate began to pick up while he trembled.

"PATTY LET HIM GO!!" Chelsea screamed jarring the traumatized football player further. Brad began to pull away but the athletic blonde would not be denied digging her nails into the tender flesh of his forearm.

"Mark my words asshole because if you screw up and start blabbing we're all gonna get FUCKED UP THE ASS!!"

"NOOOOO!!" The jock collapsed in a heap planting himself on the floor in an upright fetal position. He was openly weeping as Chelsea managed to get her smaller friend to release the shaken jock. The girls tussled for a few moments abruptly stopping when they realized what they were doing. There was no way Patty could have known the effect of her words beforehand but she was starting to put things in perspective. Both girls silently observed Brad Tucker taking stock of everything.

"Patty, something happened to this guy-something worse than the rumors going around. We didn't break this guy that night after the big game; something else really happened to him." Patty didn't respond still concerned about covering up their involvement with Brad before his psychotic girlfriend could find out.

"Brad; I'm sorry you're upset but if you tell Red it's only gonna cause you more pain-like before; like that night you won the game. You don't WANT that to HAPPEN AGAIN do you?" Patty tried to find a middle tone in an attempt to hide the threat from Chelsea in plain sight. She wanted more than anything to get her friend out of the room so that she could really lay into Brad.

"No, please."

"So we're cool right now but you don't want a REALLY BAD THING to happen; in fact, you REALLY don't want to hang with us either because that's fucked up too." She was leading him watching as he shook his head in time with her words.

"What are you doing to him; why are you talking to him like a child?" Chelsea wanted some answers as Patty glared back angrily making a chopping motion with one of her hands.

"It's okay Chelsea, Patty knows that I'm just a fucking dumbass. I need people to help me "stay on track" because I just always fuck it all up. Patty is real smart and that's why Red has her watching me all the time." The tall, curvy brunette couldn't believe her ears as her secret crush debased himself in front of them.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT?!!"

"Chelsea didn't know about the secret; so you need to keep shutting up Brad unless you-unless you wanna get it up the ass again. That would be REALLY BAD right?" He nodded in agreement staring at the floor unwilling to look her in the eye until she cupped his chin mimicking the actions of his girlfriend; Red.

"That would be REALLY BAD right?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Alright Brad, let's not have this fucking talk again; you feel like blabbing about anything just remember I KNOW all about IT so keep your trap shut."

"Yeah-Yes ma'am."

"Good boy; that's real good as a matter of fact I'll see you around so you don't get any stupid ass ideas unless you let me know first Brad."

"Sure Patty; anything you say cause I'm nothing but a fucking loser and you know what's best." Brad's eyes were glazed over and he seemed to be looking right through the thin, athletic blonde. There was no way Patty could know that he was seeing April superimposed over her figure.

"Get out of here...and clean yourself up!!" Brad Tucker, big muscular jock, star quarterback for the Maplewood High Football Team, scurried out of the room like a rat. There was a visible sweat stain on his back. Chelsea was nauseated at the scene that unfolded before her eyes and this was not lost on Patty who appeared embarrassed as well.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Don't." Chelsea noticed that Patty was unable to look her in the face which added to the acidic atmosphere in the room.

"DON'T; FUCK ARE YOU DOING PATRICIA?!!" Chelsea snagged her smaller friend's arm and the girls tussled for a few moments.

"Look, I'm just looking out for the BOTH of US; he was getting ready to tell Red about that little afternoon we spent together and believe me Chel, you don't want NONE of that shit! I'm just making the hard choices so get off your fucking high horse and fall in line!!" Patty tried in vain to dislodge her friend's grasp.

"Fall in line; are you fucking HIGH BITCH?!! That some shit you learn from Melissa because we both know you're not gonna be happy until you become just like that slut; you wanna be popular so fucking bad, always chasing that shit and mark my words Patty, it's going to be the END of YOU!!"

"But Red..."

"FUCK RED!!"

"I was just looking out for both of us; we could get kicked off the squad and probably fucked up. We're girls and we look out for each other like we always have. Don't let some swinging dick get in the way of all we have. Brad don't matter; you need to let that go Chel." Her tone was desperate and her cute, childish face seemed as if it would break as she searched her friend's hazel eyes for any sign of support.

"What you did to him was wrong and that shit is gonna come back around to hit you in the face Pat; I don't know if I wanna be around when that happens."

"I-I was just trying to protect us."

"I ain't scared of Red; she can come get some anytime."

Chelsea meant what she said secretly being pretty good with her fists unknown to most. She'd been a tomboy in her youth until her curves started becoming more apparent. Only Patty knew of an incident where a number of guys were forcibly groping her wide butt only to have two of their number pummeled senseless scaring the rest off. Her uncle had tried his hand at professional boxing in his youth failing spectacularly but retaining enough acumen to teach his favorite niece the ropes. As she grew in stature the bottom heavy beauty had become decidedly girly seemingly leaving that rough side submerged in her consciousness.

"So, we cool or what?"

"Yeah; but you don't need to worry about me anymore." Before Patty could respond she'd already left the room slamming the door loudly behind herself. The study hall seemed quieter than usual as the bell rang in the distance. Patty fished out her phone tearfully checking her messages.

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It was her lunch period and she had less than thirty minutes to return to school but Leslie didn't really care all that much about maintaining her perfect grade point average anymore. She'd somehow managed to sneak away from Red and the rest of the cheerleaders for an impromptu hook-up and she chuckled thinking of the vapid, inane conversation most of those girls were having while she was on her way to get some satisfaction. She had plans to literally fuck the stuffing out of Red's father laughing at the thought of making him walk funny again. The sheriff complained that she was too wild in the sack and he was right. Leslie intended to make sure his balls were empty every time they met and today would be no different. If her calculus teacher had a problem with it, maybe she'd suck him off to square things. Everybody wanted a piece of her and she didn't care to fight it anymore. Nearly a third of the male population had shown up to deflower her because of Red and now Leslie was reveling in her newfound power.

"Aw he's so cute." She pulled up behind a roadside sign that law enforcement used to catch motorists speeding viewing the sheriff standing at the trunk of his patrol car looking every bit as nervous as the pimply faced underclassmen that regularly gawked at her. There was a bouquet of flowers on the top of his trunk. Sheriff Reed awkwardly purchased the flowers from a roadside vendor feeling anxious like he needed something to reciprocate unsaid feeling between them.

"We got time Leslie; before you have to go back to class?" He still tried to talk tough as she stepped out of the car holding the trophy she'd received from Coach Hamblen.

She didn't respond making the most of her looks capturing his attention above all else in the world until their lips met and parted in a torrid display. The moment she touched him set his collective synapses aflame electrifying every fiber in his being. Her tongue entered his mouth smoothly making a consistent state of erection almost painful as his living fantasy became flesh.

"What's this for?"

"Having an awesome dick." She always kept conversation minimal preferring to speak through her actions. She chuckled noticing that he flushed crimson and pushed the large trophy into his chest. Sheriff Reed could have cared less tossing it on the grass beside his patrol car so that his hands would be free.

"You have a dirty mouth young lady." She'd already undone the first few buttons on his shirt raking her nails across his barrel chest. Leslie was fast developing her erotic craft using her best friend's father as a test subject. He shuddered as she lightly tickled his adam's apple with the tip of her tongue. The flat side of her right hand was rubbing his burgeoning bulge that was his crotch as his hands found themselves full of her thick, heart shaped ass. She was a girl with a ridiculous traffic stopping figure that he couldn't get enough of. She moaned into his mouth reacting to his rough mitt-like hands before undoing more buttons to take a nipple into her mouth. Sheriff Reed could feel the precum staining his slacks as she cupped his package sucking as hard as she could on the matching nipple.

"Where'd you learn this stuff?" He was flustered and entranced by the brunette beauty as she finished unbuttoning his shirt before kissing with a feral passion. Leslie reached down pulling up her jean skirt up revealing an extremely small pair of bikini panties that matched her skin in color. His trembling hands were cupping her pneumatic breasts trying to find her nipples. Leslie's hazel eyes took stock of all of his reactions noticing that he seemed to behave like a nervous teen than the terror most of Maplewood knew as their sheriff. She grabbed his wrists pulling his sweaty palms back to her exposed cheeks.