90210 Chronicles Ch. 02

As she reached the very last door, before she knocked, she heard a muffled noise emitting from the other side. She gently turned the handle and pushed it open. At the bottom of the bed she saw Shenae Grimes laid on her front with her head in between Annalynne's spread legs sat up against the headrest. Annalynne had her hand on top of Shenae's head with her own tilted back as she covered her mouth, trying to silence her orgasm.

This kind of behaviour had been outlawed by the authorities at their age, but Lori didn't mind it as long as they didn't see her. She had caught them at it more often than they knew but for each time they saw her, she had been forced to spank them. She quietly shut the door and descended the stairs.

As she turned on the hobs to start cooking breakfast, she considered whether she was doing the right thing. It was important to her that she didn't lose herself completely. She needed to get pleasured by them and to discipline them to make her life bearable but that didn't mean she had to be overly strict and demanding. At the same time, she needed to maintain the image of being strict or they would think she was soft.

As cooking breakfast was nearing completion, the girls began to arrive in the kitchen. The attitude of the inhabitants at this hour was usually mixed with half being sleepy and angry to the other half being cheerful. Lori detected on this particular morning though, that everyone was extremely unhappy.

'Well you all look absolutely dreadful this morning, what on earth is the matter?'

The girls looked at each other, Shenae made a motion to speak with a manner of desperation but she was urged to keep quiet.

'Come on, if something is the matter you need to tell me. Have you done something wrong?' Lori pushed, starting to worry.

'No, everything's fine.' Annalynne assured her to Shenae's objection.

'How can you say that!?' Shenae asked.

'Shut up Shenae.' Annalynne hissed.

'Annalynne, we don't talk to each other like that.'

'Sorry Mrs Loughlin.'

'Now Shenae, tell me what's wrong.'

'Well...we're being bullied at school.'

'Oh...God...right.' Lori replied taken aback. 'All of you?'

'I'm not.' Gillian intervened.

'Yet...' Jessica Stroup replied sternly.

'By who?' Lori pushed further.

'Well...I'm being bullied by a girl in my class and her friends, and Annalynne, Jess and Jessica are being bullied by some older girls in their class.'

'What have they been doing to you? Have you tried telling your teachers?'

'They wouldn't do anything..' Annalynne muttered.

'Well now I don't believe that.' Lori replied. 'Tell me the names of these girls and I'll go and have a word with your teachers.'

'Well, there's Ashley Benson, Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Kaley Cuoco, Megan Fox and Ashley Tisdale.' Shenae answered.

'Cuoco, Fox and Tisdale...' Lori repeated. 'I know those names, doesn't Kaley live with Heather Locklear?'

'They all do, they're from the same house. That's why Annalynne is being bullied because she tried to stop Ashley and Selena.'

'Oh..' Lori replied looking worried. 'Yes..I'll speak with your teacher then'

'Oh thank you Lori!' Shenae cried, running round to hug her.

'It's fine, I'll do it today,' Lori replied apprehensively, holding her loosely.

Lori's mind was completely vacant all morning until they had left. She didn't have the heart to tell them that there was absolutely nothing she could to help them. It was their own bad fortune that Heather Locklear was Lori's boss and Lori had formed a friendship with a co-worker called Denise Richards. The trouble was, Lori had no idea that their boss, Heather, absolutely despised Denise Richards from an incident concerning a former boyfriend before the man-plague. Before Lori knew what was happening because heather had noticed that the two of them were friends, she became Heather's joint worst enemy by proxy.

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'You're late Lori,' Heather announced as she rushed into her workplace.

Lori knew she wasn't late but unless she showed up before her, there was no getting around it. Lori had long since given up the ordeal of arguing fate, as expressed by her willingly bending over her work desk and taking ten hard smacks across her skirt covered bottom with Heather's 'punishment paddle' as she so annoyingly called it.

Sitting down, rubbing her bottom, Lori carried on like any other day and began sorting the various medicines that were brought in after being routed out from the abandoned homes within the complex. Her job was simple, repetitive and dull and Heather made it a hundred times worse than it already was. All Lori could think about to get her through the day, was the prospect of climaxing when she got home.

'Lori...my office please.' Heather shouted across the room an hour into her shift.

Reluctantly Lori got up and walked into her office. Not much to her surprise, Heather was sat on her desk with her legs apart, naked from the waste down. She gestured with her hand for Lori to approach her, as this was far from a new experience Lori hadn't required it. As she plunged her tongue in and around her trying to locate her g-spot as quick as possible, Heather began to torment her.

'You know, Kaley told me something interesting last night.'

Lori quickened the pace.

'That 80% of your household is responsible for the sexual satisfaction of my house. Isn't that interesting?'

Lori quickened still.

'I think I'd like you to bring your entire house round to my house tomorrow, and you can all pleasure us together. We might even get you to move in and we can all have our own little slave.'

Lori, shivered at the thought as she drove her fingers deep inside her, desperate to make her cum. Heather grabbed a handful of Lori's hair and leant back, screaming at the top of her lungs as she squirted her juice over Lori's face.

'Ooooh.' Heather moaned, shaking her hips, her thighs knocking against Lori's head as she smothered it with her soaking pussy. 'Ooo yes, yes you're moving in with us tomorrow, I could never get tired of that, I'm going to have you do that to me morning, evening and night. Now get back to work and send in Denise, I've found a new butt plug I want to try out on her.'

Lori quickly exited and gave Denise a look of sympathy, she had expected to be next but had no idea what was in store for her, except never once had it been good.

The rest of the day played out very much the same for Lori, constantly being embarrassed and punished by a woman who just had no sense of morality. Lori had never asked Denise what she done to Heather to make her hate her or anyone she associated with this much. All she could think of was 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Well today Lori herself had been scorned and there was going to be trouble when she got home, even Jennie and Sara had better watch out because Lori planned to tan every single bottom and have each of them pleasure her in turn, it had been a hard long day and she couldn't wait for it to be over.

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Entering the house, it would have been impossible for Lori to foresee what was about to happen. She had no idea that by being kept at work for an extra hour to be butt fucked by Heather's favourite strap-on, Jennie and Sara would pick the girls up from school and be bombarded with complaints about Lori. It turned out, that Lori's failure to speak to any of their teachers was noted and the girls had had a very rough time of it at school. And somehow, Annalynne and the others had convinced them, that they should take a stand. So when Lori entered the living room, expecting to be pleasured beyond belief she was extremely shocked to be pinned over the settee and individually spanked by every girl in turn before they each forced her down on them. If the day had been long, the night was about to be even longer.

Part 7

The little things in life are what keep you going at times. For instance, being the only fully functioning man left should really be quite a depressing thing. Yet for some reason Jake was bringing the gigantic vehicle to a halt blasting AC/DC with the windows down, wearing a pair of Matrix-esque sunglasses and a grin. He loved his machine, it was as big as a bus and as secure as a tank. He'd been unsure of what to call it after assembling it himself, but he'd taken to calling it the Tankus. Jake twisted in his seat, stretching his limbs after the five hour drive, he rested his head on the seat of the drivers bench but battled his urges to sleep. It wouldn't be long now before he was back home embraced by those that he loved.

Jake opened the 7 ft door of the Tankus, bowed his sandy blonde hair under the door frame and jumped down from the raised platform to the floor, the impact cushioned poorly by his worn out sandals. He squinted looking up at the blistering sunshine, he could feel the warmth on his arms and legs unprotected from his blue and white sorts and black vest. Just to the right of him, was a latch on the tank which opened up a compartment that could just about fit a twenty inch flat screen in. Within it, he grabbed his usual weapons of choice, a knife and some rope but his favourite item was the bottle of Jack Daniels. Taking several gulps, he took the map from his pocket portraying the homes of celebrities within the area. Of the houses which surrounded him, only one contained a celebrity, he was looking for the home of Michelle Rodriguez, but orienteering had never been something he excelled at in school. He cursed and tried to remember Joey's technique from 'Friends' as he placed the map on the floor.

On the brink of losing hope, tormented by the prospect of going home Jake picked up the map to screw it up in his hands, in the corner of his eye he saw a curtain flicker on the other side of the street. Jake closed the compartment and scurried across the road, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. Though the irony was not lost on him as to what he just pulled up in, truthfully he just liked to be in stealth mode, hours and hours of solitude can drive someone insane if they don't keep themselves entertained. His movements were thwarted by the huge front gate, usually managed by the intercom linked with security, but Jake found it highly unlikely there would be anyone to communicate with. So placing his foot on a horizontal bar near the bottom of the gate. He climbed it, careful not to pierce himself on the spikes at the top, as he lowered himself down at the other side, he sighed with relief.

Jake circumnavigated the mansion, trying to find an entry point, he knew that the chances of finding one on the lower floor were futile but after nearly breaking his neck climbing a house one time and discovering the front door had been unlocked he'd altered his preparations. On this occasion, he would have to find a way up to the windows on the second floor, as the ground one's were all barricaded. Walking around once more to a drain pipe he had discovered, he reluctantly began to climb it, fearful that it would detach and send him falling to his death. He sighed once more with relief as he placed both hands onto the ledge of the nearest window to the left of the pipe, sliding each hand across with his legs dangling below. Now came the hard part. Holding his breath he began to pull his entire body weight up with remarkable strength until he could rest his forearms and elbows flat on the window ledge. Holding his breath once more he lifted his lower body up onto the large ledge, and rolled exhaustedly onto his back.

'Jesus.' Jake gasped, taking out a cigarette from his pocket.

He rummaged around in his pocket for a lighter, sitting upright against the window. Taking the first drag, he exhaled an elongated sigh of relief amidst the smoke. A movement across the street caught his eye, a small group of fuck heads (fuck heads being the name which Jake had coined those inflicted with manplague) gathered outside the tankus. It wasn't a case of any damage being done to it, that was near impossible but it would make his retreat very difficult if he had to find a way past them, especially if Michelle was with him.

Frustrated, he threw the barely smoked cigarette down onto the grass that surrounded the mansion and turned to face the window. Annoyed by his own idiocy of not bringing a brick with from below he took off his vest and tightly twisted it around his knuckles. Looking away, he punched the glass with all his strength, there was a small pain in his index finger as his fist shattered the entirety of the window. Looking forward, he pulled his hand towards his face and pulled a small shard from his finger.

'Hmph,' he shrugged, 'could have been worse.'

Carefully, he ducked and slipped in through the window, landing with a crunch on the floor as the glass broke beneath his sandals. He cursed occasionally as he stepped through the room over the glass that seemed to keep finding its way under his feet, until he reached the door. He turned the handle slightly, pulling the door back, then slowly peered his head into the corridor, it was empty. He stepped out into the hallway and looked around, then opened the opposite door to him. It was a bedroom, very clean and tidy. Jake assumed it was a spare room but it was quite possibly not, he'd just never seen a room so tidy before. He stepped back out and went into the next room to it, the door was partially open and on the inside the room had been torn apart, the bed was on its side and the walls and floor were covered in what he assumed was blood.

The room opposite, next to the room he had broken into, was a bathroom, on the floor of the bathroom was a dead fuck head. Jake kicked him, partly to ensure he was dead but mostly because he just wanted to kick him. He began to raid the medicine cabinet, when he heard a faint grunting noise, he paused and tried to concentrate on where it was coming from. He left the bathroom and followed the noise down the hallway as it grew louder and louder. He walked past a door and he realised it was getting quieter, he went back a door, and pressed his ear against it, this was the room. He pulled out his knife and turned the handle, pushing the door open slowly.

His first sight caused him to wretch slightly, as a hairy brown ass-hole stared him in the face from across the room, bouncing up and down. Quietly, he began to gip. He noticed that underneath this foul fuck head was a caramel coloured body obviously of the female form, with the fuck heads cock jammed into her bottom. Then and inch down he saw another cock driving into her cunt from beneath. The pair of them were aggressively ramming her simultaneously, Jake almost didn't spot the third fuck head who's head appeared each time the hairy ass dropped an inch as he pounded her.

Quietly, Jake walked on tiptoe over to the pile of thrusting bodies, as he grew closer, he could hear who he was assuming was Michelle, whimpering slightly. Quickly, he jabbed the blade of his knife into the neck of the first fuck head, and ragged him off of Michelle, onto the floor. The felatio receiving fuck head stood and charged towards him, knocking the knife out of his hands onto the bed then slamming him into the door, he moaned as his head flew back and smashed through the first layer of the door.

The third fuck head had thrown Michelle to the floor and come running forward, launching a fist into Jake's face, the impact forced his head through the remaining door panel till it hung out in the hallway. He gasped as he felt another punch connect to his stomach, winding him. A third connected with his ribs on the right of his body, he felt two brake. He kicked wildly with his left leg, connecting he hoped with the genitals of one of the fuck heads. He forced his head back into the room, and saw one of them on the floor and the others fist flying into his face, breaking his nose.

'Fuck!' He cried out, launching his forehead into the fuck heads face, forcing blood to spray out from both their noses. He sprinted forwards and lifted his knee up to strike the bending genital struck fuck head in the face, sending him fly backwards over a desk. He turned around and ripped off a plank from the broken door, and swung it around cracking the other across the temple, Jake watched him fall to the ground and knew his lights were out. He staggered forward around the desk and picked up the remaining fuck head and smashed his head against the desk repeatedly until he was sure he was either unconscious or dead, worn out, Jake collapsed in a heap onto the floor holding his rib cage as the blood continuously poured from his nose.

'Are you ok?' Jake gasped.

Michelle didn't answer.

'Hey,' Jake pushed, struggling to his feet 'you ok?'

He held his right arm up against the wall and leant against it, sliding his body across the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Michelle lay naked on the bed, vacantly staring at the ceiling. Jake shook her, she didn't move.

'Hey,' Jake shouted, shaking her more aggressively.

Michelle violently twisted and her right arm lunged towards him, he flinched and twisted his body as she pushed the knife into his shoulder. He cried out in pain and grabbed it after she let go and sprinted out of the room into the hallway.

'Just once, just fucking once,' Jake spat, 'that's all I ask, one time I rescue someone can it just go smoothly.'

He cried out as he pulled the knife out of his shoulder, quickly he ripped a piece of lined from the bed and tied it around the wound as best he could. Then charged into the hallway.

'Michelle!' He called out, 'I'm trying to help you for fucks sake.'

She didn't answer, he struggled down the hall.

'Let's just take a moment to think about what's happening. You're scared, I appreciate that and I understand what you're going through, and I'm sure you're sat wherever you're hiding thinking, how could you know what I'm going through? But I do, I've seen this far too many times over the last year. I'm here to help you, to take you somewhere safe. Yes, you've got not reason to trust me and I've got no right to ask you to, but can you just think for one second logically about what's happened. Is there a difference between me and any other man inflicted with the plague? The answer is yes, I'm talking to you, they don't talk. They can't talk, and yet I'm talking to you. So I want you to think, but not for too long, because outside I have an exceptionally large vehicle that's full of other people I have rescued and as the minutes pass by, more and more of those fuckheads are gathering outside it and the longer I wait for you, the harder it is for me to get back in, so you've got about thirty seconds to decide or I'm going to have to leave you. And Michelle, nobody who gets left behind survives.'

Jake paused and waited.

'twenty seconds,' Jake announced.

No answer.

'Ten seconds Michelle, you won't make it without me.'

'five...four...three...two...don't do this Michelle...one.' Jake sighed, disappointed. 'Good luck Michelle, I've left the knife in the bedroom, I hope you have better aim with someone else.'

Jake retraced his previous entry to the room with the broken window, in too much pain to climb through carefully, he gritted his teeth as he cut himself in multiple places. He stepped out onto the window ledge and turned so he could slide down the drain pipe.

'Wait!' Michelle cried out, running up to the window. She had found a robe to wear while she had disappeared and clutched to it tightly.

'Hurry up!' Jake shouted, half hung over the edge of the window sill.

'I...I don't trust you.'

'Look Michelle, if you stay here there's a 100% chance you're going to die horribly whatever you do, coming with me is taking a chance that you might actually not have to die, or for that matter experience any pain whatsoever and live your life out happily. You're just going to have to take a chance. I can't wait any longer.'