The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen.
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Renee was a really hot high school senior with long dark hair that curled in beautiful locks, lovely hazel eyes, and a fantastic figure. Her smile was the sweet reserved kind that looked like she had a secret to tell. She was a responsible, artistic, bright girl who had many friends. As the color guard captain in the high school marching band she had the task of helping teach flag and dance routines to the other girls, something that she enjoyed doing.
This evening though, Renee was furious. Furious at "him".
He was an absolute scoundrel, a womanizing jerk who was completely confident in himself and his ability to have any girl he wanted. Other guys at the high school saw him as a legend, and the girls he went after fell completely for his smooth talk and gorgeous features. He was a true alpha male, and throughout the season he had seduced his way through the hottest girls in the school, which included the color guard.
All that is, except Renee. She had seen through his act and saw him for the jerk he was. Over the past few months, Renee had stood by and said nothing as he bedded every flag girl in the squad, one after another. She had listened to each of the girls describe how they were seduced, fucked, and cast aside after he had gotten what he wanted from them.
This time though he had gone too far.
Renee had learned that he had gotten her best friend Kelly pregnant. Kelly was a fellow color guard girl whom he had fucked earlier in the season. After he had gotten what he wanted and deflowered her, the jerk quickly moved on to other conquests. When Kelly told her friend one Friday after school what had happened to her, Renee hit the roof. She picked up the phone right then to call that jerk and give him a piece of her mind.
"Dammit, he's not there," Renee said to Kelly as she heard his voicemail message. Renee fumed as she waited for the beep.
(beep)
"Hey you asshole," Renee practically yelled into the phone, "I've got a score to settle with you for what you did to Kelly. You better be at the football game early tonight or so help me I'll track you down. Meet me two hours before the game outside the cafeteria by the picnic tables. You'd better be there."
Renee slammed the phone down.
"Thanks," Kelly gave Renee a small smile of gratitude.
"Don't mention it," Renee said still flustered, "I've got to go home and get ready for the game. I'll see you there after I knock some sense into that jerk."
Early that evening, Renee was standing outside the high school cafeteria at the picnic table area pacing impatiently back and forth, waiting for him to show up.
She was already dressed in her color guard uniform, which really was more of a one piece dance outfit as it was black lycra with silver sequin trim, a very short fly away skirt connected to a tight fitting top which hugged her arms, breasts, and waist snugly. Her black color guard shoes and short skirt meant that her lovely toned legs were highlighted nicely. Her form-fitting top supported her full breasts and pushed them up beautifully. Although Renee had a petite figure, her breasts were slightly larger than other girls of her size, and yet were still very perky.
Renee walked over to where she had put her guard equipment bag down next to one of the park benches and pulled out her watch from a side pocket.
"Don't worry, I'm on time."
The voice took Renee by surprise, causing her to whip around to see where the sound had come from.
It was him.
He stood about ten feet away, his arms folded across his muscular chest wearing khaki pants and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. His hair was perfect and seemed to shimmer in the dusk light. His chiseled face and dark eyes were captivating. Even though Renee knew he was total jerk, she couldn't deny that he was gorgeous.
Recovering her focus, Renee walked right over to him with fury in her eyes.
"You asshole!" Renee yelled as she decked him with a massively strong right hook across the face, "I can't believe you got Kelly pregnant!"
He took the hit and staggered back dazed. What threw Renee though was that he didn't cry out, or even look angry. He just stood back up and smiled as though he was toying with her.
"Feel better?" he asked.
Renee stepped back, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She narrowed her eyes, giving him a stare that was like an arctic blast.
"You've been working your way through all the girls in my color guard," Renee accused him, "I don't know how you convinced my friends to let you fuck them, but you crossed the line by getting Kelly pregnant."
He shrugged.
"She knew she might be fertile, and she had a choice."
"Like hell she did," Renee folded her arms across her chest.
He actually looked offended.
"What do you take me for? I didn't force Kelly, or anyone else for that matter. Every single one of your color guard girls asked me to fuck them."
Renee placed her hands on her hips.
"So you think its right to get what you want from a girl and then just move on to the next one?"
He smiled slightly at her comment.
"Its not my fault if they want a relationship and I just want a good fuck."
Renee's feminist side was boiling as she listened to him describe her friends as if they were toys for him to play with.
"You know what's really hot about having fucked all the girls in the guard?" he said as if he was telling her a secret.
Renee was too angry to reply.
"When I see the girls performing on the field, twirling and tossing flags, I'm the only person that knows exactly how every single one of them likes to be fucked."
Renee's mouth fell open in disbelief at what she was hearing.
"I can even compare them to each other."
"What?!?" Renee said in shock.
"Oh yes, I fucked Samantha on a bus. She loved wrapping her legs around me, pushing my cock deeper into her while I pulled on her hair."
"Stop it," Renee said firmly.
"Chasidy was a wild little thing," he continued to boast, "she tied herself to the chain link fence behind the school and let me pound her pussy all afternoon."
"I said stop it!" Renee was almost pleading.
"Kelly was the most inexperienced of them all. It was so hot to tie her down to this very picnic table and listen to her beg me to take her virginity from her."
"You bastard!" Renee pulled back to hit him again. This time though, he stopped her in mid-punch, grabbing her by the arm and twisting it behind her back.
"Ow! Let go of me!" Renee struggled in his forceful grip. Keeping a firm hold of her arm with one hand, he grabbed Renee's hair with the other.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Renee dropped to her knees, unable to free herself. Letting go of her arm but keeping a firm hold on her hair, he walked towards the park bench where Renee had put her guard equipment bag, forcing Renee to crawl on all fours next to him.
Reaching the bench, he pulled Renee up and practically threw her towards it like a rag doll. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, pinning her down.
"Get off me!" Renee struggled uselessly as he took her left wrist and forced it behind her back against the bench, "what the hell are you doing?!?"
Taking one of Renee's flag silks from her guard bag, he tied her wrist to the bench, looping the material through the railing and tying a knot so tight that Renee couldn't even attempt to break free.
Renee stared at him coldly, trying not to show how nervous she was, as he took her right wrist and tied it to the bench behind her back with another of Renee's flag silks. With her wrists tightly secured behind her, Renee was forced to arch her back, causing her perky breasts to jut forward.
"Untie me now or so help me I'm going to scream," Renee said struggling beneath him.
He smiled as he stood up.
"Go ahead, we're too far away from the stadium for anyone to hear you."
Renee kicked at him with her legs in frustration.
"Wow Renee," he said calmly, "you certainly are the most feisty of all the flag girls. I'm really going to enjoy breaking you."
If looks could kill, the glare Renee shot at him would have done it.
Grabbing Renee's right leg, he placed her ankle over the armrest of the bench, tying it down with another flag silk.
It felt almost surreal to Renee as she was being restrained against her will one limb at a time. Was this really happening to her? For months she hated this guy as he seduced his way through every girl in the color guard. Now she was being tied down with her own guard silks by the guy who had fucked all of her friends. What was he going to do to her? Renee bit her lip as she felt her left leg now being spread out and tied down to the other armrest.
Checking the knots to make sure they were secure, he stood back and admired his handiwork.
"So now what?" Renee tried to sound confident, but it was the most vulnerable she had ever felt in her life. Her wrists were tied to the bench behind her back, her legs were spread as wide as they could go, her ankles tied down to the armrests, and she was completely at the mercy of the guy who had fucked all her friends.
He walked back over to Renee and placed his hand under her chin.
"Now, I'm going to find out whether flag girls wear anything under their uniforms."
In one quick motion, he grabbed the collar of Renee's outfit with both hands and pulled the material off her shoulders, all the way down past her breasts. Renee gave a high-pitched yelp of surprise as she was being stripped and her cute perky breasts fell out of the top of her uniform.
"Hmm, no bra," he commented, "very naughty Renee".
"Fuck you," Renee fired back.
"Don't worry we'll get to that," he said with all the confidence in the world.
Renee continued to struggle as he knelt down in front of her and felt slowly up her legs, pushing up her skirt in the process as he reached her inner thighs.
"Stop it," Renee protested, trying to buck her hips to get him off of her. She noticed that all it did was make her breasts bounce up and down invitingly, something he was clearly enjoying.
"OH!" Renee let out a girly yelp when he moved his hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy through the attached black lycra bottoms. He could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"No panties either," he taunted her, "what a bad little girl you are."
"No please," Renee was almost begging, "please stop touching me there...oh!!!!!"
She gasped as he expertly worked his hand inside her bottoms and found Renee's clit already throbbing between the lips of her pussy.
He began to stroke it gently over and over...
"Ohgod no," Renee pleaded, "please not there...ohgod!"
She knew he wasn't going to stop, and her body was tingling all over. He was taking her whether she wanted it or not, and her body was responding. Continuing to stroke Renee's most sensitive spot, he worked two fingers from his other hand inside the flag captain's warm teenage pussy.
It was then he knew he had her.
"Renee," he said in triumph, "your pussy is soaked."
"No..." Renee whimpered and laid her head back staring up at the sky, embarrassed to make eye contact with him now that her secret was out.
