Sins And Chastity

Our House

DAMON

Spencer, King, and I follow closely behind as Jethro leads Marni back into the school, using her shoulders to steer her through students who congest the hallways. There are a few of them who look up at us and regard Marni with sympathy and concern. But neither one of them bothers to say anything to us.

Except for one.

Gluttony.

Well, Alex Daper, who used to be Gluttony. That was until he went away for the summer and fell hard for some chick he was a camp counselor with.

I know, how f*****g cliche.

“You guys are still doing this?” He rolls his light brown eyes as we pass him going up the stairs. I don’t know why he’s acting all superior now as if he wasn’t doing this s**t right along with us last year. Marni is the final virgin of the senior class, of course we’re still f*****g doing it.

“I’m sorry, girl.” He nods to Marni with a shake of his head, forcing his blond bangs over his face.

“If you were truly sorry you would stop them.” She speaks through clenched teeth.

“No can do. Sins honor and all. I may not participate anymore, but I’ll always be a Sin, therefore I’ll never intervene.” He says with his trademark smile before reaching out to brush the fallen hair from Marni’s face. “Who knows, it could be fun for you. It could be the best time of your f*****g life.”

It’s going to be the best f*****g time of my life, that’s for sure.

Alex claps Jethro on the back and then continues walking down the stairs. Marni stretches her neck and watches as he goes, hope slowly dwindling from her eyes as he drifts further away.

“No one is going to save you, Petal.” Kingston steps up and leans into Marni from the back, caressing her cheek gently.

The gymnasium is bustling with noise when we burst through the doors and step onto the glossy hardwood floor. “Welcome to our house,” Jethro says as he walks her further in, tipping her head back so that she can see the many banners hanging from the rafters in the ceiling.

The many championships we brought to the school.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the white walls decorated with our school colors; yellow, silver, and black, as if she’s seeing this place for the first time.

He marches her right up to the black padded wall in between the girls’ locker room and the door to the science wing, then parks her directly beneath a basketball hoop and positions her so that she’s facing the wall with her palms flat against it.

“The gym is packed this afternoon.” He slithers beside her to taunt her. “Look at all those people up there, little rose. Look at all of those people minding their own business. Who are doing their own things. Who would drop everything just to watch what we do to you.” He turns her head so that she has to take in the crowd up in the bleachers, making her chest rise and fall faster.

Anger flashes through her honey-like irises as she stares ahead, nowhere else to look but at the students congregated in small groups, working on homework and speaking amongst themselves.

Kingston steps up to Jethro and the two of them whisper something quickly before King sets off to intercept Mr. Ryan, the gym teacher, who steps out of his office to investigate what all the commotion is about.

King leans closer, and the two of them have a short discussion. Mr. Ryan isn’t happy about whatever it is that King says, but he vacates anyway, shaking his head as he walks through the door and turns away to lock it behind him.

Marni watches as he goes, and her face falls even more, her body sulking in Jet’s hold.

King strolls on back, flipping off Jack who calls to him from the top of the bleachers. “It’s done.” He lets Jethro know, his brown eyes meeting Marni’s for a short beat. She looks away from him with a scoff, and he almost looks disappointed.

“Well done, King.” Jet’s smile is twisted as he adjusts his grip on Marni, sliding his arm around her waist.

He must move the dress just right because the high slit at her thigh expands wide enough to reveal a bare long leg and a tease of green satin. Her underwear is a darker shade of green than the dress she’s wearing, but they complement each other well.

And my f*****g mouth waters to taste what’s inside.

Her hands try to dart down to fix herself, but Jethro doesn’t let her. He slides his hands down to grasp her elbows from behind and forces her back to arch. Holding her in position, he provokes her some more, “I have to tell you that this dress will be so easy to work with.” He makes sure to gather both of her arms in a tight hold before letting his newly free hand travel down her side so that he can bunch the material up and raise the dress, just a little bit. Inching his face closer to hers, he drawls, “How f*****g easy it will be to slide the bottom up and expose your sweet little ass and spank you hard, make it blush like the rose you are, Marni.”

Watching him taunt her makes my c**k twitch with need, and the nervous blanching of her skin makes my hips want to thrust.

Goddamnit, why does Jet get all of the fun?

“Don’t!” She attempts to move her arms so that she can slip out, but Jet’s jaw twitches as he squeezes her harder, bruising her skinny little arms.

She gasps out from the discomfort, but the sick bastard only smiles bigger— and I groan when my c**k throbs.

“If you do this to me, I will tell.” She promises, flicking her fiery gaze to him to make sure he’s listening. She’s feeling a little brave now, believing that she’s saved herself, that word of authority will get him to stop. “I will tell everyone who will listen. I’ll tell my mom. I’ll tell—”

But Jet accepts the challenge with a sardonic chuckle as he cuts her right off, sharper than the ones that explode out of the rest of us. “We don’t f*****g care,” I say as we all corner her, making sure to block her in the center of the wide crescent we form around her. “Look around Marni... You see all those banners hanging above you? We’re untouchable. We’re the f*****g kings of this school.”

I have to admit, she’s got balls to even try to threaten us. No one’s done that before. No one has ever thought they’d had more power than we do. No one has ever believed they could get one over on us. I’m kind of impressed at the moxie in her.

I half expect Jethro to hurt her more for even bothering to challenge him, but his smile transforms into something maniacal as he brings his lips to her cheek to whisper against her skin, “Just what do you think we’d do if we didn’t have to be at school, if we had all that free time? We’d be on you 25/8, Marni. All of us. Every day. Every hour. Non-stop. If you think we’re bad now, go ahead and get us kicked out of school. Go ahead and tell on us. You’ll find out just how much f*****g worse it can get for you.”

"Then I'll move away."

"We would find you." Jethro promises.

"I'll go to the police." She stutters, reaching for anything to use against him.

Jet snickers like a beast playing with his food. "Go ahead and do what you have to do, little rose. Tell the principal. Tell your mother. Tell the cops. Get a restraining order against us. We'll just break it—and break you harder for making this more difficult than it needs to be." He reaches out to pinch her cheeks in his hand so that she really has to listen. "Face it, girl, there is no escaping us. No getting out of this. We own you now. You're done when we say you are. And we're just getting started with you, baby."

Marni squeaks as she registers what’s been said, the fierce lines in her face softening as her shoulders once again slump as she gives into despair.

Bested again.

Poor.

Little. 

Rose. 

“That’s what I f*****g thought.” Jet rasps, noting her crushed demeanor.

“Just go ahead and do it then. I'm done fighting.” She mumbles as a final resort.

“Do what?” King asks.

“Whatever you’re going to do to me.” She sighs, “Just do whatever you’re going to do to me so that I can get it over with already.”

Jet shakes his head as if he doesn’t know what to do now that she’s no longer fighting us. He’d gotten used to her mouthing off, but now that she’s gone mute and given in, he doesn’t know how to proceed.

Again.

Seriously, what the f**k is up with the guy?

“Okay. Since you asked so nicely.” Jet brushes his lips to the tip of her ear before handing her off to King so that he can walk her to the center of the room where a decal of a big crow is flying on the floor. “Yo, yo, yo, everyone listen up!” His powerful voice booms around the room, commanding attention, and making every head turn to see what he wants.

Marni squirms again when he looks at the crowd of people conversing in the bleachers, suddenly recharged with fight, but King shakes her once and warns her to stop, and snuffs it out real fast.

“Who here would like to watch as I spank Marni Rose’s pretty little ass?” Jet polls the crowd with open arms. “Anyone that does then direct your attention to the wall over here,” He makes finger guns and shoots them off in the air as he saunters on back to take over.

The bleachers creak and rattle as everyone vacates their seats and follows along as Jet lines himself up behind Marni.

There’s a whole mess of people watching us now, posted at the side of the bleachers just waiting for the show to begin, whistling and cheering us on. Even the girls up there are invested in what we’re doing, some of them even hop down to get a better look.

“With each spank that lands on your ass, I want you to call out a cardinal sin, in alphabetical order, until you’ve named all seven of them. Of us.” Jet orders as he dances his fingers down her arms on his way to the flowy hem of her dress. He grasps a big bunch and raises it so that her green satin-covered ass is exposed. She gasps again when cool air fans on her.

“Don’t.” She wiggles and starts to panic all over again when s**t gets real. “Please don’t do this.” She tries like hell to escape so that she can cover herself back up, begging Jethro as a final resort, searching his eyes for a way out of this.

The poor thing won’t find anything in there, though. Anything good he might have had was sought out and killed a long time ago by his father. The same with the rest of us.

There is no getting out of this.

Jet couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

Marni has disobeyed him. And he was taught to retaliate. 

“Grab her wrists and hold her to the wall,” Jet snaps his fingers with a demand to Kingston, ignoring Marni’s final plea altogether.

King does it without question, smashing Marni’s hands flat against the wall above her head as Jet steps back and prepares to give her the first spanking.