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“We will play a game,” said Harry.

His voice was mocking. He put his hands in his pockets and looked into space ...

- If you win, you will receive all copies of videos and photos. If you lose ...

Stacy sat in a daze. Her whole world was crumbling ...

Nothing will be the same. This morning she woke up happy young full plans for the future girl. She felt completely free. It's been a week since she was forced to have sex with Neil. And today, finally, these bad memories have stopped torturing her. Stacy successfully passed the exams, and still retained her position in the elite group of Greenwood students. Neil seemed to keep his promise, and no one found out about her manipulations with English exam tickets and the events that followed. He did not even appear in her eyes, as if he avoided her, and Stacy even decided to postpone the punishment of this scum for a while. The severity and unpleasant emotions associated with the fact that she was forced to engage in sex with him gradually faded away. Understanding Stacy, she was even a little surprised how easy it was for her to go through it. Every day the memories faded as if faded receding somewhere in the far corner of the storage room of memory. And so...

she found a note in her school locker. It was written by hand, and not printed as if the one who did it did not need to remain anonymous. It was written in her that she should come to Nile's apartment by one o'clock in the morning, on Saturday, exactly one week after she was forced to be there for the first time. In Stacy’s stomach, he felt uncomfortably cold, his palms were wet and trembling.

Is he going to repeat that? Has this petty bastard become so brazen that he has lost all fear ...

At that moment, Ashley and her friends came up to her and Stacey hurriedly put the note in her jacket pocket. She didn’t want anyone to see her, much less Ashley ... When she turned around on her face, a blessed, friendly and carefree smile played.

“The game will continue until the end of the school year,” Harry continued. If you can win, pass the test before July 2, we will return all materials that compromise you and never ... do you hear? Never bother you.

Harry's words came to Stacy as if from a distance. She heard him perfectly, but did not understand, did not want to understand what he was saying. Is he talking to her? Stacy was aware that what he was saying was very important, but she could not concentrate on the meaning of the spoken words. Her mind seemed to refuse to believe the reality of what is happening ...

She came to his house on Saturday, as was written in a note. Internally, the girl was preparing for something bad, she just felt some kind of irregularity. Neal was too confident and brazen. And what happened next turned out to be much more terrible and vile than what she had expected. When she came Neil was not alone. His creepy boyfriend Harry stuck out in the room. In addition, Sharon was present at the cow-like girlfriend of this strange and frightening guy with cold fish eyes. When she entered he looked at her with an empty, meaningless look from which Stacey always experienced some kind of sticky nervous tremor. Sharon laughed insultingly, looking at her and the girl realized that this freak knows everything. She shook off the ashes from a smoldering cigarette right on the already not very clean carpet. It was somehow dark in the room today, at least Stacy seemed that way.

What's happening? Why are they here? - Stacey thought in confusion, stopping on the threshold and involuntarily jerking back, trying to get out, but Neal had already closed the door.

- What are you doing? - said Stacy, feeling, as it covers a real panic.

Neal smiled silently, blocking her exit.

“We have a little show for you,” she heard Harry's voice. I think you will be interested.

He got up and pointed to her place on the sofa next to his plump girlfriend.

- Sit down ...
“I won’t think about it,” answered Stacy angrily.

She already came to her senses. And she felt anger at her in Neal, at his strange boyfriend on this fool Sharon.

“I’ll probably be better off,” she added sarcastically.

Harry smiled coldly and repeated the gesture.

- I think it will be better if you sit down. In addition, it will be easier for you to see what is happening on the screen from the sofa, ”he said gently.

Stacy really saw a small TV with a VCR on the table. She accurately remembered that the last time they were not.

“We don’t want you to miss the most interesting things,” added Harry and Sharon giggling again.

Stacy was uncomfortable. Something strange was going on here. She again felt a burning desire to get out of this dirty, smelling tobacco and cheap cologne of the room, but Neil still blocked her way out. Sharon leaned over and crushed a half-smoked cigarette in an ashtray.

“Come on, baby, don't break,” she called, patting her hand on the battered surface of the sofa. I do not bite.

Stacy took turns looking at each of them. Grinning Neal, Sharon and Harry carelessly leaning back on the couch with their empty cold eyes. Realizing that these freaks just would not let her go, she moved to the sofa. Stacy was not a stupid girl and already knew what she would see on the screen, but her mind did not want to believe it. Having collected all the strength, the girl tried to remain calm, at least outwardly. Don't panic, she told herself, trying to stop the trembling of her finger tips.

Sheron immediately put her plump palm on Stacey’s shoulder and squeezed it.

- Relax baby, enjoy the show. You are among friends.

Laughing, Neal stepped away from the door. Stacy stiffened: she hated that bitch ... she was disgusted by the touch of her warm wet palm ... but did not pull away. Neal flipped the switch, plunging the room into the gloom, and Harry leaned over to the table and turned on the VCR.

“If you lose ...” Harry paused for a moment. I do not know. We did not look so deep. I just do not think that you will lose, you are too clever and proud for this. I am absolutely sure that you will make every effort to win.

Stacy to whom Harry’s voice seemed to come from somewhere far away, frowned, this confidence in his voice frightened her and annoyed her at the same time. She still could not concentrate ...

Videotape. This terrible record ... They made her see everything from beginning to end. Sharon forcefully kept her on the couch when Stacy tried to jump up barely seeing the first shots. She had a surprisingly strong grip. Stacy wanted to close her eyes, but she could not look away from what was happening on the screen. Indecent vile act, with her in the lead role.

At first there was only sound, the screen remained dark.

“Please,” the speaker of the television distorted the voice, but Stacy recognized him immediately. Please fuck me! I want to fuck!

A picture emerged showing an already familiar room with a man on a bed whose face could not be identified even by Stacy standing in front of a coffee table.

- You are welcome. She repeated. Please fuck me. I want ... I really want. Sorry for not paying attention to you before. Please take me.

It was at this moment that Stacy attempted to jump from the couch. But Sharon waited for this and squeezed her shoulder tightly, holding the girl in place. Harry moved closer, but stopped when he saw that help was not needed: Stacey quickly went limp, leaning back in, and back. She looked at the TV screen with wide eyes in which tears glittered.

She watched her slowly undress on the screen. T-shirt first ...then the bra (Stacy burst into tears at that moment, seeing her television image start to caress and knead her own breasts, her hand jerked up as if to hide her eyes, but fell limply to her knees when Harry looked at her piercingly ... then her pants. Finally she stayed on ...