Disclaimer: all characters are aged 18 or over.
"Are you really sure about this?" Sam said, his hands firmly on the steering wheel.
"...No," replied Beth, her voice full of hesitation and sombreness, "But I can't do anything else about it. She's gotten so much worse..."
"I still can't believe she keeps getting away with all of this crap."
Meghan had spent all of High School making Beth's life a living hell. It seemed like a fair share of her lunch periods were spent in the girls' bathroom, being subject to all kinds of torment from Meghan and her friends. Their favourite was 'hanging her up to dry', jamming her face in a toilet before hanging her from wall hooks by her underwear, tugging at her legs.
She shook her head, clearing out the images of her torment, and looked at the man in the driver's seat. Her man. She had no idea how a self-proclaimed geek like her bagged someone like him.
He was amazing. Tall, lean, with jet black hair that just floated past his ears. Her eyes darted down to his crotch, and she felt butterflies. Even through his rough jeans, he showed through.
He was amazing, alright.
Sam had joined a volleyball team with some of the other people from school in the past month, and in the locker rooms, it became clear that he was blessed. Rumors had started spreading about Sam's size, and people began to snicker at him and Beth as they walked through the school. Though it gave her anxiety at first, she came to be proud of it. She felt like a girl from one of those cheesy movies that goes from zero to hero; That was, until Meghan caught wind.
After the rumours started spreading, Meghan's bullying of Beth became worse, and more frequent. Wedgies, swirlies, and name-calling turned into almost daily beatings, de-clothing and degradation. This had gone on for two weeks before Meghan approached Beth with an ultimatum; Let her find out if the rumours about Sam are true, or things get worse.
Beth was now in Sam's car as they drove to Meghan's house for what was undoubtedly going to be the most humiliating thing Beth has ever experienced. She had cried every day since she made the deal.
Sam was hesitant about the entire thing, and refused at first, but agreed after days of begging from Beth.
"We can turn around any time," Sam said, "We don't have to do this."
"No, we can't," Beth replied, "Just... you know..."
"There's no way in hell I'm gonna be able to enjoy this," He reassured her, placing a hand on her head, "Fuck, these houses are nice."
Beth looked around, having not paid attention to their surroundings, and agreed with Sam's assessment. The houses were elegant, big, and beautiful. She knew that Meghan's family were well-off, but not to this extent.
They pulled up to the address Meghan had given them and parked on the street. A large, neo-classical house stood in front of them, and they approached it like a crime scene, each step racking up anxiety in both of them.
Sam knocked on the door, and footsteps could be heard approaching from the other side. The door swung open to reveal Meghan, wearing nothing but a black, sleeved crop top that showed off her large chest and toned stomach, and a pair of grey panties, neither of which left anything to the imagination, which was clearly her intention. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, and her eyes were bordered with a thin, black eyeliner that made them pop.
"Oh, it's so nice to see you two!" She said, smiling politely, putting Sam and Beth in a state of unease. "Can I get you anything? Water? Juice? Brandy?"
They both stood there, stonewalling her.
"Oh fine," She said, playfully pouting, "Straight to business then?"
She smiled and span around gracefully, finishing with a small hop that made her ass jiggle, a sight which infuriated Beth. The couple followed her as she walked into the house, clearly moving in a way to accentuate her features. Beth hated how perfect she was. In the locker room, she had seen her body so many times that she was desensitized to it, but it still aggravated her. She could hear boys talk about her, her perky chest, her round ass, her slim waist, her thick thighs...
She looked up at Sam, who was thankfully staring straight ahead, though not for a lack of trying.
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Meghan led them through her house and up a set of opulent stairs. The halls were full of cabinets and displays with trophies, photos, and ornate decorations. They stopped at the end of the hall, where a door bearing Meghan's name stood tall.
"In here." Meghan said, smiling, as she opened the door and coaxed the couple in. The way she behaved, you'd never think that she was the kind of girl to bully and manipulate a girl the way she had done to Beth.
The walls were a powdery pink, with white skirting boards bordering the floor and ceiling. There was a large vanity in the corner, and on the other side of the room was an entertainment unit with a TV that wouldn't look out of place in a theatre room, let alone a bedroom.
Her bed was huge, and covered in pillows and thick blankets, but what stuck out most was a set of items displayed on the end of it that made Beth's stomach turn.
A box of condoms, a bottle of lubricant and a pair of metal handcuffs.
Beth's train of thought was derailed as Meghan shut the door and began to giggle. She walked over the to the bed and picked up the handcuffs, before walking behind Beth.
"Hands behind your back." She said sternly, her bubbly demeanour evaporating.
"Hey, you don't get to talk to her like-" Sam started to say, before being cut off.
"Actually, I do."
"That's it, we aren't doing this." Sam started to walk towards the door, but was stopped by Beth, who lunged out to grab his arm.
"Please don't!" She cried. Same looked down at her, befuddled as to why she want to keep going with this. "If we leave now she's never gonna stop!"
Sam looked forlorn as he looked at Beth, who was tightly grabbing his shirt. He was stuck between a rock and hard place and didn't know what to do.
