Hedon's Gate/The Tech at HG Middle School

I'm a tech at Hedon's Gate middle school. It's not a great job, really. I'm over qualified, but this is the only middle school in town. Why would someone want to do tech support in a middle school, you ask?

Well, there is the perk of being surrounded by sexy little girls. I thought I could be around them, maybe get away with creep shots from time to time, but never touch. I didn't want to go to prison, after all. But I lost control a few times over the year of my employment here.

I offered a programming course after school, but only one kid showed up consistently. Not a lot of nerds in Hedon's Gate. I grew fond of him, he was my protege. He was pretty focused on his projects and most of our conversation involved code or ideas for new apps and games, but he would occasionally tell me about school drama.

One day he came in completely distracted and I could tell he had been crying. He had mentioned this girl, Taylor who was bullying him before, but this time she had pants him in front of all her friends.

I took it really personally. I was bullied in middle school, myself. My parents couldn't do anything about it. The principal wouldn't do anything about it. Maybe I should have asked the tech guy?

I followed her after school one day, keeping my distance. She lived in the nicest community in town, which isn't saying a lot really. It was only a mile away from the school, but the road cut through some woods and over a hill. Just over the his is where I would grab her.

The next day she was walking with a friend, but on Friday I took the opportunity. I threw a bag over her head before she saw me and I muffled her scream as I dragged her away from the road. I had a truck ready in the woods and I drove her out of town, to a small cabin that I occasionally rent.

Taylor was in the 7th grade, and she had a real pretty face. It would have been a shame to leave it covered by the bag, so I put on a mask and when I got her on the couch, hands and feet bound with wire, I took her bag off. She was crying but not screaming, which was pleasant for a minute.

I asked her if she knew why she was here as I unbound her feet.

"Because you're a creep and you're gonna go to jail for this"

"Maybe," I said, altering my voice, "but you're here because you're a bully. Bullies deserve to be punished. Take off your shorts."

"No! Fuck you!" Her voice faltered and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Of course not, your hands are still bound. My mistake. Let me help you."

She tried kicking me as I climbed in top of her but once I was between her legs the kicks were only an annoyance. I tied her hands to the coffee table behind her and pulled off her shorts as she began to beg, revealing her light green panties.

"Please, don't do this! I'm not a bully."

"Oh? Well several other kids at your school don't agree, and if I asked them I'm certain they'd think you deserved this."

"I'll be better, hon.."

I covered her mouth with my hand and began to peel back her panties. She tried to bite my hand so I smacked her, and she knew it was time to shut up.

She had just a couple small pubic hairs, which was a surprise because her breasts were a decent size for her age. I pulled out my penis at set it just outside her tight 13 year old hole. I reached under her shirt and fondled her nipple before pushing inside her. She was still crying but this made her yelp and then sob.

She was so tight that I didn't last long. I busted my load inside her. I kept her in my custody for a week, fed her well. Sadly, it was several days before people seemed to notice. It started with rumor around school, the staff didn't catch on until day 3. They couldn't get in touch with the girl's parents.

There called the police for a courtesy check on day 5 and found the house empty. Her parents pulled into the driveway while the police were still there, and they insisted that they were only gone for a few hours and that their daughter was there that morning.

I love this shit hole town, only three cops and a small population composed mostly of low lifes and shady types. They hardly looked for Taylor and when I released her back into the woods near her house, all of HGPD was at the diner in town eating pancakes. Her mother looked at her for a moment and welcomed her home, before returning to a game on her phone.

Poor girl, I might have taken her again sometime and get her out of that neglectful home, but she stopped bullying my protege.