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Juno South was an even bigger bitch than Gwen.
It started in English class, on Jake’s very first day back at school after his hospitalisation. English was one of Jake’s best subjects, and he got on well with his teacher, Mr Kevin Champion. He sat at the front of the class, which gave him a reputation as a bit of a nerd when it came to this subject, but it also meant that he wasn’t distracted by looking at the twin beauties of Amy and Juno, who sat further back.
Mr Champion had just given out assignments relating to William Butler Yeats, and walked through the class distributing the school-issued collections of Yeats’ poetry, but when he walked past Jake’s desk he stopped.
“Uh, Jake,” he said, “you’ll be working with Miss South on this one. Why don’t you take Miss South into the breakout room and discuss it?”
Jake looked around. “I don’t understand,” he said. “Is this a group assignment?”
“Not as such,” said Mr Champion, and coughed awkwardly. “Just… just you and Juno. Why don’t you go get started in the breakout room?”
Juno was already standing from her desk, an ethnically-ambiguous vision of beauty with her large bust, long black hair and expensive designer jacket.
“Come on, nerd,” she said. “Let’s do this.”
The breakout room was a small mini-classroom down the hallway. It was rare for students to be asked to use it without some kind of teacher supervision. Juno led Jake into the room, and then turned and locked the door using a key. They were alone, together.
“Where’d you get that key?” asked Jake.
Juno rolled her eyes. “Where do you think, nerd? From Kevin.”
No one at Jake’s school called the teachers by their first names. Except, apparently, Juno.
She pulled two seats away from the desks in the class and positioned them facing each other.
“Sit,” she said to Jake.
Jake was more than a little frightened. He had been careful to instruct Gwen that she was to give her friends no indication of her new status as Jake’s “mind-controlled” slave. And as far as he knew, Juno and Cat still had no idea that Jake and his friends were planning their downfall. But was he wrong? Did Juno know? Was she about to unleash some crushing punishment upon him?
He sat. Juno sat opposite him.
“Okay, nerd,” she said, “here’s how it’s going to work.”
She paused, and met Jake’s eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “Is it hard to avoid looking at my tits?”
In fact, it was a little hard. Juno was a busty girl, and the tight white shirt she wore under her jackets both emphasised her assets, and offered a wide view of cleavage. Jake had been doing his best to keep his eyes on her face, but his mind was a little scattered still following his confrontation with Gwen, and the four gorgeous girls in his life were – often deliberately – leading his thoughts to regularly return to sex.
“No..” said Jake. “I mean…”
“It’s okay, Jake,” said Juno. “You can look at my tits. In fact, I insist.”
Jake blinked, shocked.
“You heard me,” said Juno. “Stare at my tits. That’s what they’re there for. I didn’t get one-point-six million followers on Instagram by being flat-chested.”
Jake didn’t quite know what to do.
“Stare at my tits, nerd,” said Juno. “I’m serious. Or I swear to God your dyke slut loser friend Amy will get an F in English. And probably some other subjects too.”
Jake didn’t know how Juno could do that – but at this point it felt risky to object further. And it was no great burden to have to look at her boobs. She had incredibly fine breasts. He let his gaze linger on his cleavage.
“Good boy,” said Juno. “Tell me, nerd, do you remember Mr Hitchens?”
“Yes,” said Jake. “He was our last English teacher. He left after the end of first semester.”
“He was fired after the end of first semester,” said Juno. “He was fired because I told the principal he sexually assaulted me.”
Jake’s eyes widened, and he looked up at Juno’s face.
“Eyes down, nerd,” said Juno, and Jake dropped his gaze back to her tits.
“What did he do to you?” asked Jake.
“Are you mentally disabled, nerd?” replied Juno. “As if that dickless cuck would ever have the nerve to touch me. Which was the problem. He wouldn’t cut a deal, so he had to go, so I told the principal he groped my ass and reached under my skirt after class. I promised I wouldn’t get the police involved, as long as he resigned.”
“You… lied?” said Jake, in horror. He shouldn’t have been surprised, really, but…
“I’m sure he wanted to do it,” said Juno, “which is basically the same thing. Anyway, Mr Champion is much more accommodating. He understands that a successful influencer like me does not have the time to be reading some dead poet and having opinions about him. So you’re going to do my assignments for me for the rest of the year, and I’m going to get an A, and you’re going to get an A as well. Get it?”
“Mr Champion is going to give you an A… or else you’ll accuse him of rape?” asked Jake, unable to keep the disgust out of his voice.
“Or else I’ll share the photo of my lips kissing the end of his exposed cock,” said Juno. “Which is, by the way, the entirety of the sexual attention he will ever receive from me. I don’t know that the police will need to see. I think it should be enough to ruin his career all by itself. But it won’t come to that. Mr Champion is smart, by sad middle-aged beta male standards. He knows how to play the game.”
“And… why would I agree to this?” said Jake.
Juno laughed. “Because you’re a white knight, and you don’t want to get Mr Champion fired,” she said. “But also because if you don’t agree then I’ll have Mr Champion fail your dyke girlfriend Amy before I take him down. I’d fail you too, but there’d be too many questions for failing an A student. We might get you kicked down to a C, though.”
Good grades mattered to Amy. She wasn’t naturally a brilliant student, but she worked hard, because she knew that a good graduation result was her only chance to move up in the world – and away from her father. She had plans to attend university – but an F in a subject like English could ruin that.
“And Mr Champion’s not the only teacher I have in my pocket, nerd,” said Juno. “I don’t want to show all my cards, but let’s just say I could fuck up Little Miss Amy very nicely. And Gwen’s maid, too – I see you’ve gotten close to her lately. Daniela, isn’t it? How are her grades looking?”
At least Juno was using Daniela’s real name, rather than a horrid racist nickname.
Juno watched Jake’s face.
“Oh, what are you going to do, nerd? Are you going to cry?” she laughed.
Jake indeed felt like he might. It wasn’t just Juno’s threats – it was that she was so casually cruel about the idea of ruining the lives of multiple people he cared about, purely for her own convenience.
“Can’t Mr Champion just give you the grades?” he asked.
“Back in the day, that maybe would have worked,” said Juno. “But teachers get audited these days . There has to be a paper trail of graded assignments and exams. And you’re going to produce them. Maybe for some of my other subjects, too. What else are you good at, nerd? Maths? History?”
“Why me?” asked Jake.
“I asked Mr Champion who was the biggest nerd in our English class, before he knew why I wanted to know, and the name he gave me was Jake Niles,” said Juno. “So you’re my new study bitch. Got it? You can come round to my house every Sunday for a coordination meeting, so I can check you’re meeting my standards, but I expect my work to be on your own time.”
She stared at Jake.
“If you understand and agree, take out your cock and play with it,” she said.
“What… what the fuck?” sputtered Jake.
“I said take out your cock and play with it,” said Juno. “That’s how I’ll know I’m safe. Because once we start this, if you give me any grief, or fail to produce acceptable work, I will be telling people that you raped me, Jake. And you’re going to need to explain why you stared at my tits and exposed your cock to me. Get it?”
“This is… this is insane,” said Jake.
“Don’t test me, Jake,” said Juno. “I made a hundred thousand dollars last month alone from my social media presence. I will not think twice about stepping on a worm like you, or ruining the dreams of your slutty little lesbian friends. Now take out your cock like a good boy, and stare at my tits and jerk off.”
Jake probed Juno with the Silver Leash, but – just as he had expected – she was surrounded by walls of diamond self-confidence. His powers were useless against a bitch like this.
What could he do? Go to the police and say that Juno had tried to blackmail him? Did he think that would work – a man saying a woman had threatened to lie about rape? No – he suspected it would be disastrous, even before taking into account that she was richer, prettier and more popular than him.
Go to Mr Champion? No. As much as he liked his teacher, it was clear that Mr Champion had known what Juno was going to say to him when he sent them both to the breakout space.
He could actually assault Juno. He could slap her, punch her tits, choke her, maybe rip off her cloths – and his cock hardened and twitched at the idea. But where did that get him? He thought it was unlikely he could frighten her enough to ensure her silence, and the strong probability was that she would just immediately report him for what was now a very real and non-fictional crime.
He was trapped. Trapped by an arch-bitch, so soon after his victory over Gwen. There was nothing he could do.
He unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out of his underwear.
It wasn’t fully hard yet, and Juno laughed as she saw it, which didn’t help his erection.
“Oh, that’s just adorable,” giggled Juno. “Go on, Jake. Stare at my titties and beat off. Be a good boy.”
He tried to ignore her, and stared at her authentically-arousing cleavage, and began to stroke his dick. At first it didn’t really want to respond, but then he returned to thoughts of raping her, of slapping her, of tearing off her clothes and squeezing her tits hard, until she squealed with pain, and his erection came quickly.
“Here,” said Juno. “Use this.”
She was holding out a pair of expensive panties.
Jake had no options. He took the panties, and used them to stroke his dick, as he stared at her huge, beautiful fuckbags, tightly pressed within her expensive white top.
His orgasm was near. His orgasm was cumming. His orgasm was… here.
He grunted, and hunched over, as his dick bathed the inside of the panties with cum.
“Good boy,” said Juno. She waited until he was done, and then took the panties from them. She opened a plastic sandwich bag, dropped the cum-soaked panties into it daintily, and then zipped it closed.
“Now we have some proof of your rapey tendencies, nerd,” she said. “So I look forward to your cooperation. You can start with this William Yeast guy, and his butler. Make my essay look good.”
She rose from the chair and, without another word, unlocked the breakout room door and exited.
And Jake was left holding his softening cock, realising his school workload had just increased significantly – and vowing, from the depths of his heart, that he and his girls would break Juno South.
Before the end of the school year she would be his Leashed, humiliated rape-slave, and instead of cumming in her panties, he would be cumming in each and every one of her holes while she struggled and begged.
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