Blackmail: Go back to T's house and beg him for mercy.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
It's all very well to be brave and proud and refuse to put up with T's shit in the heat of panic...but the simple fact is, he's got the goods on you, and trying to get home half-naked is just going to make you look worse. If you can satisfy this turd, you'll be humiliated, but it'll be in private...and you can get your life back together after.
Blushing hard and fighting back the tears, you shuffle back up to T's door and give a timorous knock. And you wait. Waiting for a boy you like to call is torture. Waiting outside the principal's office for a little "talk," that's worse. This wait is worse than both combined. You knock again, a little louder...
And T finally answers. He's angry, and the light in his eyes fills you with fear. "So, you wised up," he says. "Come back down then, but this time you're doing exactly what I say. Is that clear?"
You're choked up, but you manage to nod. He closes the door behind you, takes one of your bare arms in his hand, and steers you back down to the furnished basement. It's what you might expect of a geek - the couch is there, yes, but also a fast computer with associated hardware, game boxes, sci-fi movie posters, a complete set of Gor novels and a disturbing stack of old Heavy Metal comics. Once you're there, he steps away.
"Okay," he says. "Get the rest of the way naked."
"Do I at least get a ride home and a shirt to put on?"
"Speak when you're spoken to, bitch. And keep it to 'yes sir' and 'no sir' unless I...uh...unless you're not supposed to. Clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, get on with it then."
Shyly you unbuckle and remove the skirt. He snaps his fingers for quick action. You kick off your shoes, bend over, and lower your panties. Out of habit you fold the clothes as you remove them and lay them on the couch. He looks you up and down greedily. Then he grabs a cushion off the couch and throws it on the floor near the computer. "Okay," he says, "Kneel. On that. Face the computer." You do. God knows how many nights this pervert's sat down here, beating off to porn on that thing, and now one of his sick porno fantasies is come true, and you're the star.
You get on your knees, wobbling a little to find your balance, and eventually you do. You know he won't let you cover your boobs, so you let your arms hang by your sides and hope for the best. T walks over to his computer -- his usual source of sexual release; the anime-porn screensaver alone leaves little doubt of that -- and fiddles with the keys and mouse-clicks.
"Okay," he says, "This is how we play. There's a little slideshow here of some thing you need to say. So you get to saying them. Say them like you mean them. If you don't, you get to do it over and over 'til you get it right. Do it so you turn me on faster, and I'll be done faster."
The slideshow comes up. Slide 1 reads, "My name is (your name here), and I am a slut." You imagine it gets worse from there.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
