Blackmailed by a Bully
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After school, Damon was waiting by the gates for Nathan. He smiled widely as he approached, and patted him on the back.

"We have a special present for you," he said, somewhat ominously.

Nathan couldn't help but think that everything up until now had been a strange joke--a way to lull him into a false sense of security so they could prank him. He felt his heart thudding in his chest.

Then he turned and saw Devon standing between Ron and Ben, looking upset and red-faced.

"Wuh... what's going on?" he asked.

"You'll see," Damon said. "Come on. We are going to Granger's house."

"Why not your house?" Ben asked him.

Damon paused, looking shifty.

"My brother has his load of mates round there," he said, but Nathan could tell he was lying. Damon was not the best liar.

"So, we can go to your room..." Ben pushed.

"Or we can just go Grangers," Damon said. "It's closer."

Devon followed them with her head down, not looking at them or speaking.

When Christian had been bullying Nathan she had been there, in the background, laughing like a hyena and egging him on. He hated her more than Christian. He hated her pretty, cruel sneer and the perfect body she flaunted. Seeing her like this--defeated and humiliated--he had to admit that it felt good.

When they got to Granger's house, Nathan could see why Ben didn't want to go there. The place was a complete tip. They had to climb over boxes to get into the living room and there was nowhere to sit because every surface was covered in junk.

"His Dad is a hoarder," Ron whispered to Nathan. "Don't mention anything about it."

Nathan nodded, but he was going to replace it hard. He had a habit of blurting out his thoughts, and his thoughts on this house were not the most polite. "Come up to my room," Granger said. He kicked a box out of the way and hopped over the piles of magazines that sat at the bottom of the staircase. When they reached Granger's room, Nathan was relieved to see it was fairly empty.

All of the guys piled in and sat on the bed while Devon stood there, looking awkward. "What do you want me to do?" she uttered at last.

"Whatever I say," Damon replied. "Now take off your clothes. You won't need them." Devon's head snapped up, and she stared at Damon with wide, fear-filled eyes.

"Oh, come on," she whined.

"If you want me to leave Christian alone, this is the only way," Damon told her. "Or you can just fuck off."

The pretty blonde looked like she was going to cry, but she started to remove her clothing slowly.

And Nathan was hit with inspiration.

"Dance," he blurted.

Damon turned to him, one eyebrow raised.

"Do it like a striptease," Nathan said.

Damon stared at him for a moment before laughing. "Nice idea. Yeah. Give us a striptease, bitch." Devon flashed Nathan a dirty look, and just for a second, he wanted to snap her scrawny little neck.

"Don't look at me like that," he snapped.

"Come here and apologise," Damon demanded.

Devon looked as if she was grinding her teeth together as she stepped forward and muttered an apology.

Not satisfied, Damon grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her knees. "Apologise properly you stuck-up bitch."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she cried.

"Now do the fucking striptease like he told you to," Damon said, releasing his grip on her hair.

The girl swallowed, bit her lip and then started to move, swaying her hips back and forth as she removed her clothing. When she got to her underwear, she stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" Ben asked her. "Come on. Take it all off."

After a short pause, she unclipped her bra and stepped out of her knickers. As she stood there, cold and scared, Nathan almost felt bad.

Yes, she was a horrible person and she had done horrible things, but this was still a terrible way to treat a girl. It made him uncomfortable seeing her face so distraught. He couldn't help but wonder if they had done the same thing to his sister. "Get on your hands and knees," Ben ordered.

When she did it, he came up behind he and shoved his fingers inside her.

She gasped, cried out and crawled over to where Damon was sitting on the bed.

"Please let me go home," she cried, staring up at him. "I'm sorry. Please don't make me do this."

Damon turned to Nathan.

"It's up to you. If you want to let her go, we will," he said.

Nathan felt all eyes turn to him.

"Why do I get to decide?" he asked, feeling it was way too much pressure.

"Because it was her and Christian who used to bully you," Damon confirmed.

"I'm sorry we picked on you," she said, turning to Nathan. "I'm so sorry. I was wrong and horrible and I'm sorry."

A thought occurred to Nathan as she continued to tell him how very sorry she was.

"You aren't sorry," Nathan muttered. "If you were sorry, you would have said it without being forced. You're only feeling sorry for yourself because you have to face the consequences of your shitty actions for once."

The others fell silent for a second before Damon burst into laughter and cheered him. "Wow. I thought you were a sucker, but you went and proved me wrong. She ain't sorry one bit."

"Please, Nathan," she begged. "Please forgive me."

"No," Nathan said, curling up his lip.

This made Damon laugh again. He leaned forward and grinned at Devon. "Sorry, girl. I guess you are just going to have to be our plaything for a bit."

The others were happy to hear this and started playing with her body. Ben pushed his fingers inside her while Granger pulled on her nipples, making her gasp in pain. She knelt there, crying, quietly begging them for mercy. Nathan knew she wasn't going to get any mercy from this lot. He was her only hope, and he had chosen not to save her from her fate.

"Don't you want to play with her?" Damon asked.

"No," Nathan shook his head. "I... I have someone I like so..."

He hoped Damon would not guess that it was Chelsea. He also hoped that Chelsea would somehow replace out about Ben touching this other girl.

Would it be a bitch move of him to tell her about it?

Probably.

Damon nodded. "Yeah. Same."