Marigold's Academy

Nikki

Another school.  Another world.  Finchester College was about as far from Marigold's as you could get.  Not physically far, as such (well, a couple of hundred miles) but otherwise the two establishments had little in common.  Finchester College was a large, sprawling complex, midway between the centre of Finchester itself and the leafy suburbs on the outskirts.  Thus it took a mixed clientele from some of the less salubrious inner city estates through to the well-to-do families who lived in the more attractive areas of town.  By and large everyone generally got on with one another, and the excellent academic record ensured that many whose families could afford to send them elsewhere were content to pass through its doors, rubbing shoulder to shoulder with those with no choice in the matter.

The extensive campus boasted facilities which were the envy of other schools in the area.  As well as the vast academic blocks there were playing fields for every major sport, swimming, tennis and even, along the river whose meandering course skirted it, rowing.

All harmonious and perfect.  Or not.  Like any other school, Finchester had its bad eggs, and one of them was Nikki Webster.

Jason didn't think so.  In his eyes Nikki was perfect, in every way.  She was a goddess and he worshipped her.  She was pretty, stunningly so.  Her face was perfection, framed by wavy locks of light brown hair, interspersed with blonde locks.  Behind the face was an intelligent, intellectual mind, which could rival the best in the classroom.  The well-proportioned body below was similarly proficient on the sports field, and she was a prominent member of a number of the most prestigious teams.  To most she was a babe; to Jason she was an angel.  There was a downside.  When it came to personality she was what is commonly known as a Horrible Little Bitch.  Not to Jason though.  He viewed her through rose-tinted spectacles.  He had spent the last couple of years in desperate hope that one day she would go out with him.  She liked him too, he knew.  Well, not really.  She did encourage him, it was true.  He was always ready to do anything for her, whether carry her bag, or run some little errand, anything for her attention.  She certainly led him on to an extent but much of her apparent liking for him was wishfulo thinking on his part.  Nevertheless, he was not imagining it all. 

He wasn't her type really.  She was glamourous and popular.  He had a lovely personality, but was basically a bit of a nerd.  No fashion sense, not into the latest music, preferring instead to immerse himself in pastimes which were unlikely to attract a girl like Nikki.

Jason had finally come to a decision.  He was going to ask her out.  He could not go on like this forever.  It took a couple of weeks of planning, and plucking up courage, finding a moment when they would be alone, without her usual gang of hangers-on, of which she was the leader.  The chance came at the end of a day in class.  The two of them were working together on a project and found themselves staying late to finish a part of it.  As the clock ticked on he found it hard to concentrate as the moment of reckoning approached.  The work was done and Nikki was packing up her things to leave.  He made his move.

"Nikki.....I was wondering....would you like to go out with me?"

Stunned silence.  Then, "What?"

How could she make him repeat it?  It was hard enough to say it once.

"Would you go out with me?"

She didn't mean to but she put her hand over her mouth and tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh.  His face fell.

"Oh Jase, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

He was already deflated and looking at the floor.

"Look, you're really sweet and I do like you but to be honest I don't really go for....no, I'm sorry.  Look, I've got to go."

She fled the room and left him there on his own.  He was devastated.  He had built himself up, convinced himself that every glance in his direction, every little interaction with her was an indication that the feeling he had were mutual.  Now his world was collapsing around him.  He felt sick.  There was a pain in his stomach as though someone had punched him there.  Nothing else seemed to matter.  Why did he have to go and ask?  Now things would never be the same between them.  She would probably avoid him now.

By the time Nikki got home she had spread the news on her mobile phone, and several of her close friends were in the know.  When Jason turned up for school the next day it was round the whole campus.

"Morning lover boy!" quipped one of the girls as he walked into the classroom.  It seemed that every girl in the place knew about it and they all seemed to be laughing at him.  Poor geeky Jason, fancy going for a chick like Nikki.  What was he thinking of?  He was correct in his prediction.  She was avoiding him and whereas they usually sat near one another, she had moved to the other side of the room, and for good measure surrounded herself with a protective cordon of female cronies.

It wasn't enough for Nikki.  By lunchtime it seemed on the grapevine that there was some suggestion of her having feelings for him.  That had to stop, right now.  No way was she going to risk her street cred with people believing something like that.  Action was required.  Jason was about to experience the Horrible Little Bitch that he had refused to see until now.

They got him in the post-lunch break.  Jason was moping down the main corridor, feeling sorry for himself, when his path was barred by two girls whom he immediately recognised as part of Nikki's gang - Penny Wise and Michelle Jenner.  They were paid up members of the cool set, though a peg below the wonderful Nikki herself.  "Yo Jason, like Nikki wants a chat with you OK?" Penny said.  He perked up - maybe she had had a change of heart.  Ever the optimist he hoped he might be in luck.  "Yeah, come with us, we insist", Michelle continued.  He seemd not to be being offered a choice so he agreed and went.  It was like he was under arrest, with Penny leading the way and Michelle behind, almost as if to stop him escaping.  He began to suspect something amiss when they led him into the girls' toilets.  Michelle shut the door behind them and then pushed a wedge under it.  Oh dear.

There was a large group of girls in there, eight or nine by the looks of it.  And in the middle of it all was Nikki.  He had mixed feelings now, at once pleased and not pleased to see her.  She laid into him.  "Jason, you fucking nerdy twat!  You been telling people I fancy you?"

"No, I never told anyone...you must have..."

"Shut the fuck up.  What the hell makes you think I'd be interested in a geek like you?  I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last bloke on the planet. I mean for fuck sake, me an' a pov like you?"

She spat the word pov with all the spite she could muster.  Jason's family were not at all well off.  He lived in a high rise tower block in the centre of town, with his mother and two sisters.  They had little but they got by.  Nikki, on the other hand, was the daughter of one of Finchester's wealthier residents, Willie Webster.  He owned several businesses in the city and the Websters brand was everywhere.

As she verbally mauled him her assembled gang muttered their agreement and goaded him.  Then two of them grabbed him under the arms and held him tight.  He wasn't physically strong and was no match for them.

"What do you reckon girls, shall we see what super-nerd has in his pants?  Reckon you've got enough to satisfy me eh?"

As they held him hands began to fumble at his zip and his belt was pulled off.  He struggled in vain and felt cold air on his legs as his trousers were pulled down.  The mob were baying for him now.  They had barricaded the only exit.  One of them took his trousers and threw them out of a window, along with his shoes.

Now they grabbed at his pants, while they taunted him.  "What you got in there then?  Can we 'ave a look at your pecker?".  They flicked his pants and intermittently he could feel himself becoming exposed before the elastic snapped back.  Nikki had the honour of pulling them right down.

Suddenly, in front of all those mocking pairs of female eyes, Jason stood with his pants round his ankles and his cock exposed.  It wasn't very big.  They laughed and laughed and as he crossed his legs and tried to avoid their probing hands, they pulled and tugged at it.  Mobile phones appeared.  Some of them were filming proceedings.

Something unexpected then happened to Jason.  He got an erection.  He couldn't understand why, but somehow being the centre of attention and having all those girls looking at his cock just gave him a hard-on.

"Oh wow, look!  Needle dick is getting a stiffy!"

"Are you excited?  You like having us playing with your little willy?  Let's see if we can make him come."

With that he was manhandled to the floor, where one of them sat on his face, kneeling with her legs either side of his head.  It was difficult to breathe.  He could feel others holding him down as he struggled.  Another sat in his cock, and as he felt the material of her skirt rubbing roughly against him she began to simulate sex, bouncing up and down and moving round and round.  He tried in vain to push them off.

"What's the matter?  You gay or something?  Don't you like doing it with girls?  Why you pestering Nikki then?"

"He probably wants it up the bum.  Is that what you like, you fucking poofter?"

Panic set in as he felt someone trying to push a hard object against his anus.  Now he really fought hard and fortunately they stopped.  Hands grabbed at him penis and tugged it, and then he couldn't help himself.  Much as he hated what they were doing to him he ejaculated.  Nikki was not enjoying it any more.  It had gone too far but she had lost control of events.

One of them put her fingers in the cum which had dribbled on to the floor and wiped it across his face, as he tried to stop it going in his own mouth. 

Then they frogmarched him to the door and threw him out into the corridor.  The poor boy just ran, looking for sanctuary, his weedy body exposed to ridicule.  Eventually he found himself cowering in the boys locker room, where a kindly friend found him something to wear while they went in search of his clothes.

Nikki had succeeded in proving her point - she did not fancy him.

Horrible Little Bitch.

She regretted it now, and she felt a bit low after what they'd done to him.  She would have to try and make it up to him.  His only crime had been to fall in love with her.  Soon she would come to regret it more than she could know.

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The following day Penny Wise failed to live up to her name.  Penny foolish forgot to switch to silent.  Big mistake.  There she was, sitting at the back as Harris droned on at the front about some boring author from hundreds of years ago.  Penny's fingers danced expertly around the keypad as she wrote a raunchy text message to her boyfriend.  His reply set off a tell-tale beep. 

"Wise, not again!"

Harris was not amused.  "Right, bring it here.  I'm tired of warning you about mobiles in class."

She protested, "Oh sir, please, I won't do it again."

"No more last chances wise.  It's confiscated.  You can have it back tomorrow."

Petulantly she brought the phone to the teacher and slung it onto the desk.  "There you are sir.  Just cos you want to ring my mates for dates."

"Shut it or I'll add detention."

It was standard practice.  Phones used during lessons were impounded for the night.  Depriving them of their mobiles for a few hours was equivalent to a life sentence.  Harris secretly enjoyed getting his hands on them because of all the interesting information he could glean from them, especially from those too careless to set a password.  That evening, after finishing his marking he picked up Penny's phone and started to nose through her private life.  In no time he had a picture of who she had in her call list and address book.  Intriguingly he recognized one of the numbers as a fellow teacher.  All the information was filed away in his excellent memory.  Photos were the best.  It was amazing the things these teenagers took pictures of.  He copied a few for his own records.  And the videos!  Penny only had one on there.  He clicked on it, then sat wide-eyed as he watched Nikki Webster leading a baying mob who were attempting to sodomise Jason Moore with a mop handle.  He looked on in disbelief as the scene unfolded.  Then he took the memory card from the phone and placed it in a slot in his computer, before selecting "copy all".  This was dynamite.  He knew he should take this to the police, but he decided there was someone else who would be interested in the goings on on that video.  If he played his cards right the bounty on the head of Nikki Webster would enable him to retire immediately.  As he put the phone back in his top drawer he was disturbed by a noise from the corridor.  he glanced at the door just in time to see a face disappear under the window in it.  He'd seen her - Penny Wise.  He got up and made a beeline for the door.  She wasn't quick enough and he caught her before she had time to escape.

"Penny, why don't you come in and sit down?"

He wasn't expecting her of course, but he guessed why she was there and therefore did not look at all surprised to see her.  In turn, she realised that his lack of confusion at her presence gave the game away - he had seen what was on there.  Penny had been too busy playing to the audience in class to think about what was on the phone when she handed it over.  Too busy being a smart arse.  It had dawned on her on the way home.  She had to get to the phone and delete what needed getting rid of.  She had planned to clear the memory then put it straight back, so that Harris would not suspect anything, in the hope that he was not the nosey bastard that he was.  She had not banked on him working late, since like most students she did not think of teachers as having anything constructive to do when they were not teaching.  She followed him into the room and sat meekly down.  Harris fixed her with a stare.  "Not good Penny, not good".  Was he referrring to the video or the history teacher's phone number?  Oh come on sir, give me a clue!  "You could go down for that, you know, all of you, especially Webster."  The video!  "What else have you been going down on?" he probed.  He was right too.  OK, so he'd found that as well.

Harris considered his options.  Throwing Webster to the wolves would get him what he wanted.  They didn't need Penny as well, which meant that he could have her over a barrel by himself.

"Go down?" she enquired.

"That's a serious crime being committed there - sexual assault.  It's not like the old days, when the school would have dealt with it.  It's the cops and the courts now.  Custodial, definitely."

"Oh."

What else could she say?  Shit, this was serious trouble.

Harris offered the olive branch.

"I can make this go away you know, for you Penny that is.  Webster.....she's toast."

"Go on sir...."

"It's not you in the video is it...nobody can prove you were there.  Trust me.  If you can persuade me....I can have you off the hook.  Nikki...she gets dealt with - but no questions from you, just forget the whole thing."

"What do I need to....oh, I see."

Harris had unzipped himself.  Penny got the message.  She could live with it.  "OK sir, I get you."

Harris got up and crossed over to the door.  He locked it and pulled down the blind.  He went back and sat on the edge of the desk, and calmly removed his trousers.  Penny's mouth ran dry as she caught sight of his erection, in all its glory.  She was no stranger to this kind of activity and she got on with the task in hand without making a fuss.  She knelt in front of Harris and took his cock straight into her mouth.  She didn't blame him for the situation, and he wasn't bad looking.  Actually, she'd probably shag him if it was the right situation.  So she resolved to give him a very pleasant blow job.  Harris was very excited.  He couldn't believe his luck as her lips closed around his swollen bell end, and her tongue began to expertly massage it insider her mouth.  He put his hand gently on her head and ran it through her hair as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.  No doubt about it, she gave good head.  As she worked on it he remarked, "now you've crossed the Rubicon Penny there's a lot more I can do for you, to make your life easier round here, if you don't mind doing things for me from time to time."

She stopped and looked up, saliva dribbling from her lip, "Rubicon sir?"

"Perhaps if you paid more attention in history rather than shagging the teacher you'd know what that meant."

She playfully thumped him in the groin and went back to sucking him off.  She started to work harder at it, and he could feel himself getting close to climax, so he stopped her and let it subside.  Then he lifted her and began to unbutton her jeans.  She wasn't sure she wanted to go that way, but he was persuasive, and she felt rather flattered that he wanted to do it with her, so she let him.  "Next time Penny I want to do you in your school uniform."

"You fucking perv sir!"

Harris pulled her jeans down and she stepped out of them.  She had rather small panties on.  He almost came right there and then at the sight of her.  He slipped his hand insider her knickers and began to finger her, pleased to feel that she was wet.  He put his other hand up her top and expertly released her small breasts from her bra.  He sat down on the chair and with his cock sticking up he invited her to sit on it, which she duly did.  She wrapped her legs round the side of him and he began to kiss her as he pushed himself up inside her.  Boy was she tight!

"Please don't come in me sir!"

He loved that.  He was fucking her brains out and she still called him sir.  It was a tight squeeze at first but she did relax and lubricate better as they went on.  He clamped his hands on her firm little bottom and began to thrust in and out of her, pounding her hard until she began to scream.  He clamped his hand over her mouth to try and stifle the noise.  Someone might hear.  She wore a huge smile under it.  Her hair was a mess.  She was loving it.

"Get up quick!"

Penny lifted up and his cock slipped out of her just in time before a thick jet of cum spurted from it.  He spasmed and jerked.  Penny knelt down and licked the spunk from his cock.

Harris reached into the drawer and took out her phone.  She took it gratefully and began to get dressed.  "Deals a deal Penny, you're off the hook.  But that doesn't mean we can't....again."

"I'd love to sir"

She smiled back at him as she unlocked the door and left him to his marking.  She thought, he really fancies me.  A new crush was born.  Harris decided not to contemplate retiring just yet, not until he'd had his fill of this delicious little tart.

As soon as she was gone Harris picked up the phone and began to dial.  He had kept this number for a long time and could scarcely believe he was about to use it in anger.

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If Penny's problems were coming to an end, Nikki's were only just beginning.

Willie Webster was sitting in the front of the TV with a pile of paperwork to his side and a laptop perched on his knee.  His wife, Cynthia, was out at a regular meeting of her book club.  Upstairs in the spacious detached house his only daughter, Nikki, was busy studying.  One day that girl was going places.  A place at a top university was a dead certainty, and she would have earned it too.  Considering how prosperous Webster was, with his extensive business interests in the town, they could easily have afforded to live somewhere more grand, but the house in the smartest district of the suburbs, with its large secluded garden, private driveway and quiet cul-de-sac location was plenty enough for them.  There was no need for ostentatious displays of wealth.  Round here everyone knew he was successful.  He was disturbed by the doorbell.

Two smartly dressed men stood at the door.

"William Webster?" one of them enquired.

"Yes."

"We'd like to speak to you about a serious sexual assault."

Webster was bemused.  He could think of nothing he had ever done which could lead to such an allegation.  "I'm sorry, I don't follow you.  I've never been involved in.."

"Not you sir, it's your daughter.  May we come in?"

"Nikki, she never said.  Oh Lord, I hadn't noticed.  The poor girl, how could I miss.."

"Your daughter was the perpetrator."

The words sunk in and Webster looked shocked.  He stood to one side as the eased past him and entered the living room, sitting down on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, who did you say you were?"  He had assumed that they were polce officers but they had never said that they were.

"Watch this, then listen very carefully to what we have to say.  May I?"

The man indicated that he wished to use Webster's laptop.  Webster nodded and the man produced a DVD and inserted it in the drive.  In seconds he was looking on in horror as his little girl directed a nasty attack on a defenceless boy.

"She'll go down for this.  Custodial.  Best forget about that degree course now eh?  Different lessons to learn where she's going", one of them taunted.

"Your girl a lezzer is she?  She will be soon.  They'll go wild for her inside.  If she likes the taste of cunt she'll have no trouble finding a special friend to protect her."

They laid it on thick.  Webster called Nikki down from her room.  She was devastated that her dad had found out what had gone on, then even more so as they waxed lyrical about her forthcoming spell in a detention centre.

Then came the get out clause.  It could all be avoided, but it would cost her a year.  Her education would continue, and she would be back on track for her degree, but it was going to be a bit.....different to her current lifestyle.

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Nikki Webster arrived at Marigold's Academy with a distinct disadvantage in comparison with the other girls.  She was a real criminal. Whatever they said or did to her, she had still done what she did, the evidence was safely stored and would be used against her if they saw fit.  She was trapped.

Her initial meeting with Thornton and Fitches was more blatant and threatening than many of the welcome chats they dished out.  They were on solid ground because this girl really had something to lose and she knew it.

"So, Miss Webster, we have it on good authority that you don't like boys with little willies.  Well, don't you worry your pretty little head about that.  We've got plenty of guys round here with very big cocks", drooled Fitches.

"Huge, fat, stiff cocks", rejoined Thornton, "ready to fuck you, stretch you, pump you full of come."

As Nikki sat, her head bowed, looking forlornly at the floor and biting her lip, trying desperately not to break down in tears, they cajoled and taunted her.  When she plucked up the courage to raise her gaze she was shocked at the sight of the deputy headmaster's penis, sticking proudly out of his trousers, but even more shocked that the headmaster had done the same.  Thornton did not have a hard-on, but he didn't need to to intimidate her.  Thornton was hung like a horse.  His elongated member lay against his thigh, and Nikki had an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach that he intended to insert it into her at some point during her stay.  She prayed that it was not going to be today.  She needed time to adjust mentally to what lay ahead.

Thornton and his perverts, or the lesbians in prison.  Hobson's choice, but she had opted for the former and there was no going back.  Perhaps if she had been filled in on the delights of the Marigold's party rota perhaps she would have given anything to be eating the cunt of some butch drug dealer each night rather than spend time in this place.

Her first inkling that something was amiss was the silence, and pitying looks that she received from many of the other girls when she mentioned that she had been detailed to serve drinks at a party the coming Saturday evening.  Most of them seemed unwilling to speak what was on their minds, until one day one of them calmly asked her: "Nikki, have you ever been raped?"

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This episode will be concluded in the next chapter.