2: ON YOUR KNEES

                                          APRIL

I was doomed!

Xaden was going to expose my secret. He must have trailed me to find this out. I was screwed.

I grabbed my mask and held onto it tightly. My face still wasn't exposed so maybe I could wriggle my way out of this.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied and turned back to leave. He grabbed me by my ponytail and yanked my head backward with so much force a startled scream left my mouth and the mask fell off my face.

"Red, hunnn?" He mussed darkly, "That's what they call the almighty April Lawson. Such a befitting name, for your red hair and your untamed mouth."

"Xaden, please," I begged shamelessly. In school, I never beg for anything. I was the most important and most feared student there but this was a matter of life and death and I was going to die if Xaden should expose me.

"So you can beg," the hatred in his voice was unbridled. He let go of my hair; more like he tossed me away and it took a miracle for me not to fall.

"Didn't I promise that I'd pay you back in your coins when you got us suspended last year? Now, where should I start from? Should I upload your video on the school's website so the students will know your true image or should I call the Dean and let him know what his previous student president is."

He was pacing in front of me as he weighed his options. Each option spelt literal doom for me. I couldn't let it happen. I'd do anything to make sure it doesn't happen.

I dropped to my knees, body shaking and convulsing, and heart pounding. I rubbed my hands together in a pleading manner.

"Please Xaden, please. I'll do anything, anything to make you keep this secret. Please, I'll publish a refuttal article and take the blame of your suspension."

He cackled loudly and he stopped in front of me. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes. The hatred brimming from his being was too overwhelming. Xaden wasn't going to keep my secret, he was going to ruin my life with it.

"Please," I choked on a sob, "this will ruin my life."

"You sound so different pleading for your life," his voice had taken on a different gleam to it, "I wonder how you'll sound when you beg for something else."

I looked up at him and the look in his eyes made me double up. I shifted back instinctively.

He didn't say a word. He just bent, trailed his finger over my exposed chest, dipped his hand into my bra that hardly covered my breasts and palmed a whole breast with his hand.

I choked on a sob.

He grabbed my breast unceremoniously, squeezed it till I shut my eyes in pain and I had to bit my lips to stop a scream from bursting out.

"Open those eyes," he commanded. There was no trace of humor in his voice, just gruffness and rigidity, "open them and see who's doing this to you. Open them and see who has reduced you to this state."

I opened them, more tears falling freely. He was kneading and squeezing my breast like he had every right in the world to. When he stopped and his finger brushed over the nipple, the nipple that I realized to my utter horror was now perky, a shiver went through my entire body and a sound I didn't recognize left my mouth.

His eyes flew to meet mine.

"The plan isn't for you to enjoy but to be in pain," he muttered and with his eyes still locked on mine, he pinched my nipple with so much force a startled scream left my mouth. He didn't stop there, he pulled it with so much force before twisting it all the way.

I screamed. Over and over again.

When he had his full of watching me scream and whimper in pain, he pulled back and I sighed in relief. He had done with he wanted with me. He was going to keep my secret.

"Take it off."

"What?"

"The minute I have to repeat myself, you'll find yourself on the school's website. I guess that will be a better option for you, Student President."

My hands undid the clamps clumsily and hastily. The material dropped to the floor and I was naked waist up in front of him. I couldn't bear to look at myself, couldn't bear to look up at him and see the satisfaction he was getting from reducing me to this, couldn't bear to think of the dampness in between my legs, one that was growing even damper and damper.

I've never felt this way before.

I couldn't bear to think of what he was going to do to me. I couldn't bear to think of the fact that I was powerless to do anything to stop him. Whatever he was going to do to me here, it was better than the repercussions of the whole school knowing that I work as a stripper.

"Look up and don't you dare take your eyes off me."

I followed his command and blanked out my mind. I wasn't going to think about anything. I wasn't going to process anything that was happening, especially in between my legs.

He reached for his trousers and he undid his belt slowly. I didn't tear my eyes off him, didn't make a sound when he took my two hands, placed them behind me, and he cuffed them together with his belt.

Now, I was completely helpless and at his mercy. A strange thrill coursed through my body. I shook it off. I refused to believe that a part of me was enjoying this.

"Open your mouth," another command as he unzipped his trousers and he freed himself. I've seen dicks before. I've seen a huge number of dicks almost every night at this strip club but I've never been this up close to any. None has ever dangled in my face like this, hard, long, angry, with veins literally breathing on it.

"I asked you to open up," he slapped my lips with it and he didn't wait for me to properly open up before he slammed into my mouth. I gagged. He grabbed my ponytail and he pushed my head till the whole of him was in my mouth, till my lips had met his rear. I gagged and choked but he kept it there for a while. When he finally withdrew it, I spluttered and coughed loudly. Mucus tears and saliva were leaking from my nose, eyes, and mouth respectively.

And it was a dam down there.

He repeated that again and again till my mouth was too sore. The gagging and slamming sounds filled the air. When he was done with that, he settled for thrusting in and out of my mouth, and that went on forever till a salty taste exploded in my mouth. He withdrew completely and splattered his cum all over my face and my chest.

There was a grim satisfaction in his eyes as he took a step back to look at me. I was messed up, on my knees, tied up, his cum on my face and chest. I was anything unlike the image I had built for April Lawson and frankly, this was a small price to pay for maintaining that image.

"You look good. I mean, I had this thought that you'd make a good slut the day your mother brought you to my house. I just forgot all about it when I realized how much of a brat you are."

I said nothing. My mouth was too sore to even use. I just wanted him to leave.

He walked around me to undo the belt and he flashed me a grin when he was in front again, "See you around, student leader."

Then he left me alone, on my knees, with his cum decorating my body. With my body convulsing and shaking.

And with my panties so wet it has stuck to my pussy completely.