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Just as suddenly, Heather's body completely collapsed. It was as if she had died. If fact, it was so very much exactly like she had died that everyone sighed in relief when her panting and heaving resumed again.

Alan too, found the whole thing extremely exhausting, both mentally and physically. He slowly pulled his erection out of Heather's remarkably strong anal grip once she started to relax a bit. Then he staggered backwards. He ended up lying down and sprawled out on the floor. However, his dick was still hard, and now it pointed straight up in the air as he lay there.

Janice looked over at his hard dick with an expression of awe. "You didn't cum in her? I don't believe it!"

Joy pointed out, "He still hasn't cum, even after we were all jerking him off at once!"

"I know!" Janice replied, amazed.

Alan was more than a bit surprised himself. There was really no controlling what was happening in the middle of Heather's wild climax. She'd squeezed his boner so hard in all her thrashing that it very much seemed at times that her asshole would swallow it whole. Perhaps because of that, his shaft seemed to have gone into some kind of defensive posture. But he bluffed it out in an effort to boost his reputation still further. "I thought about it, but since Heather lied to me, I decided that now's not the time. She's not deserving today."

"Wow..." Several girls said at once, in an almost reverent tone.

Amy was positively beaming. She muttered, "That's my man!"

More importantly, Heather heard his words and believed them.

Then Janice said, half in jest, "After witnessing all that, I have a sudden urge to do something really, really bad to you, just so I can get punished!" Everyone laughed, except the nearly comatose Heather.

Alan laughed too, but he also realized that she was only half-jesting and if she and the others followed up with real action, that could be a serious problem. He said darkly, "Don't even think about it. Each person's punishment is different. This is what she needs right now. Believe you me, if I punished you, you wouldn't like it one bit."

This was followed by a long silence. No one seemed keen to move at all, and no one even bothered to or had the energy to touch Alan's dick, still sticking straight up in the air.

Finally, after several minutes of rest, the bell rang, indicating the end of the school day.

 Alan pulled himself up and went to the sink so conveniently located in the theater room, and began washing up. He had a sneaking suspicion that Christine would be looking for him, so he didn't want to wait until he got to the locker room to clean up, in case she got to him before then. Thinking about people trying to find him made him remember the whole football player problem, and his body visibly slumped.

The others were in no hurry to move, especially Heather (who still had her arms tied behind her back).

The only exception was Amy. As soon as the bell had rung, she bounced up with an energy that made the others groan in envy. She quickly dressed and freshened up. She made the weary Alan, who was trying to do the same thing, look like he was standing still.

She was ready to leave before Alan could even find his shirt. She came up to him and handed him the theater room key.

"Where are you going in a big rush?" he asked wearily.

"Oh, no biggie," she replied. "It's an art thing, happening after school. I'm kind of excited."

"Oh. Well, have fun... Oh! What about safety? Did you hear about the latest developments with the football players and that you might be a target?"

"Sure. But don't worry. I know how to take care of myself. In fact, I've arranged for my own bodyguard of sorts."

"You did? Okay. Cool. See you at home soon?"

"You know it, boyfriend!" She grabbed his erection, now under his pants but still showing no signs of subsiding. "Save some of this for me, m'kay?" She kissed him on the lips, briefly, then headed out.

Alan continued to get dressed. He felt a little glum now that Amy was gone. Even though she'd been mostly in the background during everything that happened in the room today, her mere presence lifted him up and gave him strength. When she left it was like someone had turned the lights out.

He walked back to where Heather remained bound, though now she at least was calmer and breathing evenly. "Bitchslut. Listen. I'm going to go get the recorder right now. You don't want to even begin to imagine the trouble you'll have if it's not there and I find out you were lying to me. Again!"

"It's there," she replied wearily. Sweat was pouring down her face and her hair was a tangled mess.

"I believe you this time. But now, your punishment begins. I'm sure Simone will be looking for you, since you two always go home together. She was supposed to torture you more if what happened here wasn't enough to learn your secret. Now, she'll still torture you, but merely as the start of your punishment. But trust me, that's just phase one. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but there has to be some way to stamp this rebellious, backstabbing evil out of you."

No there isn't, she thought with satisfaction. You think you got the best of me, but I got the best of you, because you fucked my ass!

Then she remembered how the other cheerleaders had been watching and listening the whole time, and she winced.

As he readied to go, he cleared his throat and addressed the group. "Oh, by the way, it goes without saying that anything that happens here, stays here. That especially applies to all I said and did with Heather. I know there's no love lost between some of you and her, but there shall be no teasing or even oblique mention of that. If there is, that person will have to answer to me. And may I remind you that this is kind of a mutually assured destruction situation, since you all tied her up and basically abused her against her will. That could be seen as a crime by some. So, silence all around is best. Agreed?"

Everyone nodded.

Heather was extremely relieved to see that.

Alan waved goodbye and made his way to the door.

Kim though, got up from her stupor and met him naked at the door. She said in a low voice, away from all the others, "Alan? You said something about a surprise you'd tell me about later?"

"Oh, right." He dropped his voice down low. "Keep this a secret so the others won't get jealous. We're going to be having a party tonight at my house and I want you to come. I want to show you how appreciated you are, especially for all you did when I was starting out with you know who."

Even though he was sure no one else could hear them, he didn't want to say Katherine's name, just to be completely safe. "I don't know what time it'll start, but you can call the house and find out. Just tell them I invited you, and only you. Okay?"

"Okay!" she whispered back. She was absolutely ecstatic, but fought hard not to show it in front of the others. If nothing else, going to his house meant she'd get to see Susan in the flesh!

He winked at her, then on impulse leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. With another wave to the others, he opened the door and went outside.

Heather, still lying face down and bound, suddenly felt like laughing. She thought, Alan's good. Damn good. I have to give him credit. He's almost a worthy opponent. It'll be fun to play with him once we're officially boyfriend and girlfriend. But really, who does he think he's trying to fool with all this "three holes and a pair of tits" kind of crap? Does he think those are any more than sexy words meant to excite me?

And acting like he's my master and I'm his slave. What total bullshit! He's my Sir. That's a totally different thing!

She had to be careful not to think about that in detail, because it wasn't clear how there was any difference at all.

So he learned about the recorder hidden in Glory's class. Big whoop. I'll do something else to get back at her soon enough. After what she learned about me today at lunch, there's no way I can just let her be. She's living on borrowed time, as far as her relationship with Alan is concerned. And if I don't force her out of her teaching job by Christmas break, I'll be amazed.

Meanwhile, I still have the OTHER recorder I carefully placed today. I'm never going to give THAT up! And while it may take longer to get some good dirt from that one, it'll pay off, by and by. I did learn one thing that was a good bit of luck, though. When it comes to Alan, it's good to always have at least two schemes going on at once. That way, if he makes me confess, I can always confess the unimportant one and keep the good one going. Like today. Ha! Smurf Boy thinks he's such hot shit, but he's no match for me. Nobody is. And the way he made me "confess" - give me a break!

Okay, true, it worked. I'll give him that much. He did make me tell the truth against my will. But damn, it was so much fun! I'll gladly think up ten new schemes just so he can "torture" each one out of me! It's not like he's ever really going to give me up. Get real! He loves my games and my fucking around as much as I do, he just doesn't realize it yet.

He's stuck with me no matter what I do, so I'm going to keep on keeping on, knocking off all my competitors for his affections, one by one. I think Simone may be next until Glory drops her guard. My so-called "friend" needs some reminding as to who really runs this school!