Mark & Nat

[10:51]*Mark West was at school especially early that day, he tended to wake up just shortly before his classes were to start but had opted to get his ass out of bed a bit early that day, however not for academic reasons, he’d long been sort of a bully around the school, except this bully generally only targeted one person, a girl he’d known since they were kids, who albeit never really being close friends back then had at least been acquaintances. Mark didn’t know exactly why he did what he did to her, he just knew he did, blame it on the increase in testosterone coursing through his veins, the raging hormones or even roid-rage (although he’d get in an argument with anyone who claimed he’d gotten his body through suplrements!), hell maybe he just did so to her so no one else would have that privilege of harming her, he knew for a fact that she didn’t have the most stable of families, what with living right next to one another for years that wouldn’t be too hard to guess. So in a sick twisted way Mark was even helping her out and being nice, yeah at least he wasn’t the most violent guy at school so she had to be happy about that at least, although what Mark’s bullying on her lacked in physical violence he made up for it in psychological abuse.

He stood in the high-school hallway, just semi-hidden behind a couple of sets of lockers, looking over past the dozens and dozens of students of various faces and backgrounds towards the school’s entrance, he wanted to make sure he’d catch her as she came in, sneak up on her and give her a little early morning scare to wake her up. The letterman jacket he wore this morning engraved with the school’s initials and colours weren’t particularly telling, many jocks at school wore it and even some girls would too, given to them by their boyfriends. He looked over the crowd of people once more to make sure he wouldn’t lose his target, and that’s when he saw her.
[11:00]*Natalie Anne Malice Natalie knew from the moment she woke up it would be a long day of abuse at school, ever since she moved back in with her mother and began re-attending school, she had been bullied by Mark, the baddest and biggest of them all, that one jock Natalie just couldn't escape, no matter how much she tried. He was always there to get her, call her names, push her around, grab her, she was slowly getting accustomed to it. She didn't even bother trying to fight back, there was no way a tiny, fragile and vulnerable girl like Natalie could do anything to a huge, built male like Mark. Marks harrassment had slowly, but surely, took a toll on her, whenever he called her fat, she wouldn't eat for days, when he called her ugly, she made sure to put on makeup the next day, everyday Natalie tried to make herself pretty for Mark, it was twisted, toxic. She soon arrived at the schoolgrounds, her earphones on, she didn't have any friends, most girls avoided her, and guys that even spoke to her would mysteriously stop after the first encounter, almost as if someone told them to stop speaking to her. She wore a thick, wooly jumper, ripped denim jeans and sneakers. She had woken up a bit late, so she didn't have time to put on makeup, and she knew Mark would make fun of her for it. She had her head down, looking towards the ground, not realising that her predator was soon going to attack.
[11:11]*Mark West carefully stood still, awaiting her to walk right past him so he wouldn’t be spotted, luckily for him she once again had her head hanging low, adding in to her reputation as a loner, god she was so weird and pathetic, Mark would think to himself as he watched her from behind, slowly leaning from the wall and walking up towards her in a casual pace to match her own and not alert her, even with her headphones she’d probably sense him coming after her if he were to jog at her, he wasn’t a lithe guy after all. Not even 20 seconds had gone by before he came up to her from behind, nearly bumping into her back as he was momentarily distracted by her rear-end, but he caught himself in time so as to not spoil the surprise, he reached with one hand to her lean hip, placing it on her left hip and positioned himself right next to her, walking beside her, to anyone who wasn’t even aware of their usual antics they might even mistake them for some sort of couple despite the clear differences between their school cliques, or in Natalie’s case lack of one thereof.

“Hey hun, you’re looking especially fugly today.” He told her with a sly evil smile as he leaned down to speak closer to her while she was still in shock at his sudden appearance.
[11:19]*Natalie Anne Malice A little yelp escaped Natalies lips as she was suddenly grabbed harshly, a grip she had become familiar with. She felt herself be yanked towards Mark, pressing against his rock hard body, she couldn't help but blush, but she did begin to attempt an escape. She began pushing him away and pulling herself out of his grip. Both of her hands were trying to pry his hand from her slender waist, but she just couldn't, he was holding her painfully hard. Everyone who had witnessed the bullying began turning away, knowing they couldn't help Natalie because Mark was just too intimidating. "M-Mark, let me go!" Natalie said, still trying to pry herself from his grip, thats when she heard him spite her. She looked up towards his face, that cocky grin on his lips. It was at that moment Natalie stopped trying to defy Mark, she couldn't stop it. She followed his pace, her head hanging low, Mark was in the same classes as Natalie, even for PE, when she wore more tighter gym clothing. "I-Im sorry, I-I.... I forgot to put makeup on" Natalie admitted
[11:31]*Mark West greatly enjoyed seeing the defeat set in on his victim, nothing better than to have a stressed person who’s inching to flee quickly become docile and complacent to their betters as the feeling of hopelessness sets in, in Nat especially since it would happen so quickly and her reactions were always so amusing to him.

“Aw c’mon, you know you don’t have much else going for you, you might as well do the effort in looking good at least, otherwise you just look like a freako” he teased as they kept walking, his grip on her not letting up one bit, in fact he seemingly pulled her a bit closer just to see if she’d get even more uncomfortable pressed against his side. He wouldn’t have to worry about the rest of the boys from the football team thinking he was having some sort of fling with her, they all knew about his ritualistic public hazing on the poor girl, hell some of them had even offered to help and given ideas but Mark’d rejected them all, he wanted to be the one to make her feel abused, he was the one who wanted to make her feel bad about herself, better to have someone you know do that than a dozen strangers. As much as he felt like he hated her he also couldn’t really explain why but he needed her to function; a lion needs gazelles to chase after, fish need water to breathe and Mark needs Nattie to torture.

“Oy what’s our first class today?” Mark suddenly asked, but without waiting more than a second he added, “I forgot my books at home, gonna need to sit next to you again so we can share one.” He informed her, not really consulting for her opinion on it, their teachers were usually pretty chill, letting their students modify their seats as they wished, either that or the teachers simply didn’t care about it one bit.
[11:42]*Natalie Anne Malice Natalie tried hard to fight the tears, she was in so much pain, she was so uncomfortable, talk about being inbetween a rock and a hard place. "I-Im not a freak!" Natalie cried out, but she knew it wouldn't change how Mark felt about her, she stayed silent once again, her heartbeat increasing, she made sure not to look up towards Mark, she didn't want to defy him at this stage, who knew what he would do to her in the first place. "W-We have maths" Natalie said softly, walking alongside Mark. She felt her heart skip a beat when he admitted he hadn't brought his books, knowing that she would have to sit next time him in class now, the last time that happened Natalie ended up with bruises all along her thigh. She couldn't hold back her tears, a couple of droplets rolling down her cheek, sniffling softly, hoping Mark wouldn't hear it. They arrived at class, stepping inside, soft whines and groans escaped Natalies lips as she was tugged alongside Mark towards the back row
[11:55]*Mark West guided the younger girl to the back of the classroom all the while she kept whining like he was taking her to the hangman’s noose or something, the few people who were already in class took notice of the two of them, especially Natalie as she was seemingly in hell already and it wasn’t even past first period, yet those same classmates did nothing and just went back to reading their books, messaging on their phones and conversing with other students, they couldn’t do anything to stop it anyway and it was just the way it was, lest they be the ones who get bullied by the quarterback instead.
‘God what a baby,’ Mark thought to himself as they both reached the back of the class, normally empty but not occupied by the couple. He took his hand from her hipbone, no doubt leaving her with a mild bruise in the shape of his hand, he pushed her down to sit on one of the chairs and he took his seat right next to her, pushing their tables closer to make it obvious they were gonna be interacting with one another, he flung the backpack he had on one of his shoulder onto the table, no thud was heard as it was mostly empty except for maybe a notepad, a pen and a couple of spare change he’d left around it.

Mark looked at the door to their classroom seeing the river of students was dwindling down to a crawl, the first class was just about to start, thus he turned towards Natalie and smacked her upper arm with the back of his hand, not too hard to break it as he easily could, but strong enough to give her a scare and as a warning of the strength he possessed that she didn’t, “You made my homework, by the way? You might be a dumbass but you’re better at math’s than me.”
[12:03]*Natalie Anne Malice Natalie let out a little whine as Mark slapped her arm, she knew he was holding back, but god, it hurt her badly, good thing the jumper she wore was long sleeve and would hide the bruises she would earn from Mark during the day. Natalie turned to Mark, she didn't like being so close to him, then again, she didn't like him any where near her in the first place. She nodded, answering his question, she didn't want to speak, or raise her voice at all, she didn't want to risk being hurt again. She turned around and looked down to the leg of the table, reaching over to her bag, pulling out two books, one for Mark and one for herself. She opened the book to the right page, every question was done for him, "T-There you go Mark, every question is d-double checked and correct" Natalie whispered, sinking into the chair. Natalie didn't like how uncomfortably close Mark was, he always got up to antics in class, Natalie knew she wouldn't be able to fight him off for the entire day
[12:18]*Mark West looked over the homework he had her set-up to do for him the week before, he didn’t quite know if it was all correct or hell if any of the problems were even solved properly but at least this was better than giving in something he’d made himself, or even not giving in anything, in fact those two could very much be one and the same. Just to save face though Mark made sure to stare at the questions and move his eyes around as if he were reading it and making sure she’d done a proper job, not like he would know if she’d done so anyway, but it’s always nice to keep her on edge not quite knowing if she’ll get a slap or a shove for her trouble. He looked over the homework at Natalie and saw her sinking into her seat, she was clearly not in the best mood now that she’d have to be next to him, and that put Mark in a good mood! He smiled behind the papers as he was about to push her a little bit further, perhaps calling her some mean name like usual but his eyes drifted to the sound of the closing door as the 50 year old math’s teacher made his way in the classroom, not giving his students much of a look and instead heading for his own table to set everything down, before long he began writing on the blackboard some calculations he wanted his students to take care of and wrote the pages he wanted solved on the board.

His eyes shifted back to Natalie, looking to his side at her and he asked in a whispering tone, “You wanna play a game?”

Without really wasting much time waiting for her answer he placed his hand on her thigh, his large hand engulfing her thigh and his finger grazing against her crotch, he stroked it rather tenderly for a few seconds, his eyes locked with hers and he gave her a smile, before she knew it he began squeezing at her meat, no doubt with enough force that her thigh would have his hand engraved on it in a nice purple bruise for a couple of days, he squeezed it with a minimum of his strength just to test the waters.

“You make a sound, you lose.” He informed her, keeping his grip on her.
[12:26]*Natalie Anne Malice As soon as Natalie felt Mark grab her thigh, she felt as if someone had sucked the air out of her lungs, she stared into his eyes, fear coursing through her veins, she was terrified of what was happening. "M-Mark please... Please don't do this" She whispered out of fear, but she knew she couldn't change his mind at all, Natalie was his little plaything, and she knew that, but what was worse is that she knew she had to put up with this for the entire day. She nodded her head, keeping her promise to be quiet. She sat up slightly and spread her legs slightly, she seemed reluctant, but the way her juices began flowing betrayed her. Natalie leaned back into the chair, biting down on her lower lip as she felt Marks fingers rub against her, her heart rate increasing again. Mark was torturing her, this wasn't just bullying now, she wondered how bad it would get from here. Soon enough though, Mark would be able to hear her softly panting, as if she was out of breath
[12:37]*Mark West moved his hand up and down on that luscious thigh of hers, moving up and down seductively and enticingly slow to the sides to grasp and massage her inner thigh, the occasional rip and tear on her denim jeans giving him a chance to touch her milky skin with his warm hand. He stroked her thigh soflty for a few seconds longer before he squeezed her leg harder than previously, he nearly enveloped his whole hand around her femur and held it there in a vice like grip for a whole minute, his eyes focused ahead at the blackboard as some student went up to it to resolve a question. Mark would take quick glances at Nattie ever so often to see how she was doing.

“Hey, don’t forget to take notes, dingus.” he reminded her, his hand groping at her inner thigh up close to her crotch, close enough he could feel the warmth that emanated from it despite her jeans.