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Secrets of Faybrook Academy - Page 69 - Freedom? - By knt27 - Overview
Having reached your decision, you tear your hand free from Samantha's and launch into a full sprint. At least, it would have been a full sprint if you had managed to get two steps before being tripped and falling flat on your face. You wheeze into the grass, the breath knocked from your lungs and your head spinning. In your confused state, it takes a moment for you to realize that the person helping you to your feet is Sam. She giggles uncontrollably, brushing dirt and grass from your body in an oddly affectionate display.

“Hahaha! Ohmygod you are such a spazz! You okay, dude?”

You sputter a response, “W-what do you care anyways?”

She shrugs, “I mean, we're still friends, right?”

You give her a flat stare, “Sam. You're planning on killing me.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically, “Oh that. C'mon... I'm still your friend. I just happen to get off on the thought of you dying horribly.” She elbows you teasingly, “Besides, you're the one who has a boner for my stomach acid.”

“Yeah, but... I mean... this is my life we're talking about!”

Your best friend sighs heavily, flipping a lock of her raven-dark hair back in dismissal. “Sheesh, dude. Not this again.”

“Yes, this Sam!”

Your friend gives you a long look, a thoughtful expression on her face. After a moment, she seems to reach some kind of a decision and nods to herself. You feel an chill as Sam's lips twist into a sadistic smirk, her icy-blue eyes brightening with perverse delight. “Fine. You win... it is your life we're talking about.” Her pale freckled cheeks dimple as her smile widens into a frighteningly predatory expression. “And you enjoy your life.” She chuckles softly to herself, “So I guess I'll have to do something about that.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Well, you're not getting away from me anytime soon. It's not like you have anywhere to run to... we go to the same school... we're in the same classes... we have the same friends. If I let you go right now, it's not like you've escaped me. Not really.”

Your heart sinks as you realize the truth of her words, “What's your point, Sam?”

“Just this: I think maybe I've going about this all wrong. What's the fun in disposing of you so soon? I've always enjoyed tormenting you! Making you blush with embarrassment. Teasing you in front of other girls.” She flicks her eyes downward and raises an eyebrow, “Pretending like I don't notice when I've 'accidentally' given you a raging hard on.” She stalks around you like a shark circling its prey as she speaks. “Making you squirm is one of the high points of my day! So why give that up so quickly?” Your face brightens momentarily, but Sam immediately dampens your moment of hope. “Oh, don't get me wrong... I'm still going to kill you. I'm just going to have some fun first.”

You doubt you'll enjoy Samantha's idea of fun. “Fun?” Your friend just smiles innocently back at you and pulls out her phone.

“You keep whining to me about how much you like your life... how you'd rather live out your pathetic day-to-day than give me what I want.” She sneers in contempt, “Really, dude. How selfish can you be?” Your jaw drops in disbelief. Selfish? For not wanting to die? Sam unlocks her phone and starts tapping away as she speaks, “Well, I guess my only choice is to make that little life of yours a touch less appealing!” She ends her typing with a flourish and chuckles softly to herself. “Oh look! Someone anonymously posted a video to the school message board! Let's see what it is!” She watches your expression closely as she turns her phone towards you. The video is a blur of motion for a second, and then comes into focus. It's shot low, as if Samantha was hiding her phone when she filmed this... someone steps into the frame. Your stomach lurches as you recognize yourself. This can't be good.

And then the audio begins:
"I fantasize about being taken advantage of, sexually I mean, and then swallowed whole and alive. Sort of like how a snake swallows its prey." The video cuts abruptly, Sam's response edited out. Your confession continues: “The digestion part's more about being completely overwhelmed and dominated by the predator than about experiencing pain... The predator would be destroying everything that I am, forcing me to become nutrients for their body. They would become plumper and more beautiful, while I would be subjected to the ultimate debasement inside of them. As painful and humiliating as digestion would be, I guess I also like the idea of being subjected to such a horrible death just so the predator could experience a few hours of pleasure. Not just pleasure from eating a delicious meal, but also a kind of sadistic sexual pleasure.” The video ends abruptly.

Sam winks and leans in, whispering in your ear. "You know, publicly embarrassing you has always made me kinda horny. I don't know why, but that helpless-shocked face you make is just... Mmm-mmm!” She licks her lips suggestively, “And that's just a little taste of what's to come. See, I've thought of a little game we can play." She laughs, "Let's see just how much humiliation you can handle. You're going to be my toy for a while, and I'm going to see just how long I can play with you before you break!" You swallow nervously, imagining the kind of torment she has in mind. Sam's always been a bit vindictive and petty. The few times that another student has made the mistake of crossing her, you've watched her methodically make their lives a living hell. It's always disturbed you how much she seems to enjoy tormenting these unlucky few, but you never figured that it would be you of all people who would be the focus of her next reign of terror. The prospect terrifies you almost as much as your imminent death at her hands.

"I'm going to destroy your life... and then I'm going to end it." She delicately strokes your rigid penis as she grinds her hips suggestively against your side. Her fingers expertly wrap and twist around your pulsing shaft, coaxing an unexpected moan of pleasure from your lips. "I'll be turning that fat cock of yours to slush soon enough." You lean into her touch as she breathes these words into your ear, shamefully aroused by her gruesome promise. Her lips twist into a mocking grin as she realizes this, "You'd like that, huh? To have this juicky dick ground to a paste as you scream for mercy inside my stomach? To die a horrible death, just so you can end up fattening your best friend's tits?" Tears well in your eyes, but you gently rock your hips back and forth as Samantha's hand pumps up and down along the length of your penis. You softly gasp in protest, "Please... no."

She smirks, "Oh, yes. I'll let you live for a bit... so I have something to play with when I'm bored. But one way or another, you're still going to be my dinner." She giggles at your expression, relishing the mix of panic and ecstasy that reads plainly on your face. "But I'm not telling you when. It could be tomorrow, it could be next year. But once I've had my fun, it's lights out for you." She gives you a flirtatious kiss on the cheek, stroking you more quickly now. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart racing and your eyes half-lidded. "The anticipation's half the fun." As she purrs these words under her breath, you spasm, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cum. You squirt your load across your friend's hand, coating it in sticky white liquid. Sam gives you a sly look as she raises her hand to her face and begins to lick it clean. She shoots you a teasing half-smile, a mischievous expression that you know well... a look that you've always found irresistibly attractive.

She bats your still-erect cock a playfully, chuckling as it waggles in the air before her. "Mmm... yummy!" She blows you a kiss and then promptly turns on her heel and walks away, undoubtedly exaggerating the hypnotizing sway her hips for her audience. As she leaves the shadow of the bleachers, she waves to someone who stands just out of view. And then you hear her shout in feigned shock, "Hey! Coach Hunter! You'll never believe who I caught jerking off behind the bleachers!" You scramble to cover up your nudity, but there's not much you can do to help how this looks. You swallow dryly as Coach Hunter comes running, her face darkening with anger. As you ineffectively attempt to conceal your erection, your face burns with humiliation. You find yourself wondering just how much worse Samantha's torment could get.

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