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  Chapter 2

  "I've called you here today because I need to discuss something very serious," Miss Hancock told her.

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Julie scoffed. "Blah blah blah. Whatever"

  "Young lady," the head counselor said sternly. "This is not a joke. Do you know why you're here at my office?"

  "I don't know, and I don't care," Julie replied with a shrug.

  Miss Hancock frowned and leaned forward towards Julie.

  "Julie," she said in a quiet voice. "I'm afraid we need to talk about the incident in class."

  "What? The one where I raped the little boy?" Julie giggled. "Or the one where I beat up my perverted teacher?"

  "Julie!" Miss Hancock cried. "Don't make light of this!"

  "Why not?" Julie laughed. "It was the best fucking sex of my life."

  "Young lady! Don't say such things!" Miss Hancock exclaimed. "You're only twelve years old!"

  "I mean, seriously, he had such a tiny cock. It barely filled me up. But hey, I guess he's lucky. At least I didn't hurt him as much as the other kids," Julie continued.

  "Julie! That's enough!" Miss Hancock slammed her fist onto the desk. "You're going to sit here quietly while I explain what will happen next. Do you understand young lady?!"

  "Sure, sure, whatever." Julie rolled her eyes.

  "The police have been contacted about this incident," Miss Hancock explained.

  "So what?" Julie asked. "I'm not afraid of them."

  "Young lady, why don't you take a look at this," the head counselor picked up a newspaper from her desk. The front page headline read 'LITTLE BOY RAPED IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL'.

  "Aww, how cute. They used the word 'rape'," Julie giggled.

  "This isn't a joke, Julie. This is serious business. You've committed a very serious crime. And you're going to have to answer for it."

  "Haha, what are they gonna do? Give me a slap on the wrist and send me home?"

  "No, they will be sending you away," Miss Hancock replied.

  "Huh?"

  "You're going to juvenile detention for the foreseeable future," the head counselor explained.

  "You can't do that," Julie protested.

  "Yes, I can. And I will," Miss Hancock responded. "You're a dangerous little girl, Julie. The school and the parents of the students you assaulted will not have you back in their classrooms."

  "Assaulted?" Julie laughed. "Oh come on, those little boys are probably real happy that I let them cum inside me. Hell, they're probably jerking their tiny dicks off right now, thinking about me."

  "What you did is sickening! That poor little boy Jimmy is traumatized for life, and all his friends are terrified of you. Not to mention, the teachers are afraid to even be alone in the same room with you. What you did is absolutely disgusting and vile! Sometimes I wonder where on earth you got your behavior from. You're the most horrendous student I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!"

  "Wow, tell me how you really feel." Julie grinned.

  "Enough!" Miss Hancock roared. "You're going over to the principal's office right now at once, young lady!"

  "No, I'm not!" Julie crossed her tiny arms and protested.

  "You're not getting a choice. You're going and that's final. Go over to the principal's office right now so Mr. Johnson can sign your documents for the juvenile child services," Miss Hancock instructed.

  "Or what?" Julie challenged.

  "Or I'll drag you there myself."

  "I'd like to see you try."

  The little girl and the old woman stood up and glared at each other. They both glared at each other with fire in their eyes.

  "I'm warning you, young lady. Don't make me get rough," Miss Hancock rolled up her sleeves.

  "Bring it on, you old bitch!" Julie snarled.

  The two of them launched themselves at each other. The next few moments were a blur. Julie and the head counselor rolled around on the floor of the office. Julie kicked and clawed at the older woman.

  "Get off me, you little brat!" Miss Hancock yelled.

  "FUCK YOU BITCH!" Julie spat.

  They rolled around until they crashed into a filing cabinet, sending papers everywhere.

  "JULIEEEE!" Miss Hancock shrieked.

  "GO TO HELL, YOU DIRTY OLD SLUT!" Julie screeched.

  They wrestled until Miss Hancock sent Julie rolling underneath the desk, knocking over a shelf of potted plants, and sending soil and dirt flying everywhere on the floor.

  "Stop this madness at once!" Miss Hancock cried out as she regained her composure and stood over Julie.

  "GET YOUR UGLY HANDS AWAY FROM ME, YOU OLD HAG!" Julie screamed as she lay on the dirt-covered ground.

  Miss Hancock was a lot stronger than she appeared. Her hands grabbed hold of Julie's shirt and pulled it towards her. Julie kicked out her legs and tried to crawl away from the head counselor, but the older woman was too strong for her. She wrapped her arms around Julie's waist and pulled her up off the floor.

  "NO!" Julie screamed. "LET ME GO, YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

  Julie tried to punch the head counselor, but Miss Hancock managed to dodge the blow and grab her arm.

  "Young lady, stop fighting me!"

  "LET ME GO!" Julie shouted.

  "Julie, STOP!" Miss Hancock growled.

  "I WON'T LET YOU TAKE ME AWAY! I'M NOT GOING TO JUVIE!"

  Miss Hancock grabbed hold of Julie's neck and squeezed.

  "LET...ME...GO!" Julie screamed as her face started to turn red.

  "Not until you calm down," Miss Hancock answered.

  "LET...ME...GOOO... YOUUUU... OLD... HAG..."

  Julie tried to break free, but Miss Hancock tightened her grip. Julie was struggling to breathe.

  "Let me... go... you old... bitch," she managed to gasp.

  "Stop squirming, young lady. You're not going anywhere."

  In a sudden motion, the door to the head counselor's office burst open. A fat but well-dressed man rushed into the room.

  "What's going on here!?" he bellowed.

  Miss Hancock looked up. She loosened her grip slightly on Julie's throat and the young girl collapsed to the floor.

  "Mr. Johnson!" Miss Hancock gasped.

  The man stared down at the scene before him. His eyes widened as he saw a dozen books and papers scattered across the room. Several potted plants had been knocked over and dirt covered the floor. He took a step closer.

  "What the hell happened here!?"

  "I... uh... um..."

  "Well?"

  Miss Hancock swallowed nervously.

  "I was trying to get this young lady to go over to your office for the papers, but she attacked me," Miss Hancock replied.

  Mr. Johnson shook his head and sighed.

  "Miss Hancock, I have seen you deal with unruly students before, but I've never witnessed such a violent scene in your office," Mr. Johnson commented.

  "She's a real piece of work, this one," Miss Hancock pointed at Julie.

  "And you are an old piece of shit!" Julie shouted.

  "My goodness, child! How dare you speak to an adult like that!" Mr. Johnson retorted.

  "Shut up, asshole!"

  Mr. Johnson gasped in shock.

  "You see, Mr. Johnson?" Miss Hancock remarked.

  "Yes, yes I do," Mr. Johnson answered. "Well, this young lady will certainly not be welcomed back to the school. She's not only disruptive, but she's violent. We have no choice but to send her to a juvenile detention center. There's no way she'll ever be allowed back in here."

  "That's for the best," Miss Hancock sighed as she returned to her desk, picking up the shattered remains of her potted plant.

  Mr. Johnson looked down at Julie.

  "Young lady, you are coming with me to finalize your papers."

  Julie glared up at the fat man.

  "Fuck off."

  "Young lady, you should watch your mouth," Mr. Johnson admonished. "I know you are angry right now, but that is no excuse for using profanity, especially around adults."

  "You're not an adult, you're a fat pig. A big, ugly, disgusting fat pig. I bet you have a tiny, useless dick and no balls," Julie sneered.

  Mr. Johnson was taken aback. He stared at the young girl in disbelief.

  "You are the most awful child I have ever had the misfortune of knowing. I don't even want to know what kind of upbringing you must have had to end up like this," Mr. Johnson remarked.

  "You have no idea," Julie chuckled.

  "Come along now, young lady. I'll escort you back to the principal's office."

  Julie slowly got to her feet.

  "Fine," she replied. "But I'm warning you, fat ass, I'm not gonna let you take me away to juvie. You can't control me. Nobody can!"

  ...

  (At the principal's office...)

  "Now, these are your records. They include your school marks, discipline reports, and medical history," Mr. Johnson said. "We'll be sending these over to the juvenile facility so that they know what they're dealing with."

  "Whatever," she mumbled.

  "Julie, listen. You are a very, very naughty little girl. I know you must have had a difficult time growing up. But we all have problems in our lives. What matters is how we deal with those problems. If we can't overcome our obstacles, then we will never succeed," Mr. Johnson explained.

  "Shut up. I'm not going to juvie. And nobody can make me."

  "Well, Julie, you know the moment I sign these papers, that's exactly where you will be heading," Mr. Johnson replied. "Child services will come and take you away and put you in a home for wayward girls. Where you will learn how to behave properly."

  "I don't want to go there."

  "I'm afraid there is no other option."

  Julie glared at the fat man, knowing that he was speaking the truth. And being the little girl she was, she knew she would have no way to physically fight her way out of this one.

  "Please, Mr. Johnson. Please, can I stay here instead? I promise I'll behave myself. I won't get into trouble again. I swear," Julie pleaded. "Don't have them come and take me away."

  "Julie, you've already demonstrated that you're an unruly young lady who cannot be controlled. There's no way we can trust you here. You need professional help," Mr. Johnson explained.

  "But..."

  "I'm sorry, Julie. That's just the way things are. Now, I will be calling the juvenile child services, and they will come and collect you this afternoon."

  "No, please. Please, Mr. Johnson. I promise I won't do anything bad again. Please don't send me away," Julie begged.

  Mr. Johnson sighed.

  "I wish there was another way, Julie. But again, you have shown yourself to be completely uncontrollable. You are a danger to everyone here. This is the only solution."

  "But..."

  "There is no 'but' about it. I'm sorry, but you are going to be sent away to a rehabilitation center for young girls," Mr. Johnson insisted. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some calls to make. And remember, I'll be sending your paperwork over to child services right away after I've signed the paper. Now please excuse me for one moment."

  Mr. Johnson picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number.

  Julie stared down at her feet. She knew that there was no way out. She would be sent away to a juvenile detention facility where she would be surrounded by a bunch of ugly girls and mean grown-ups. If she didn't stop Mr. Johnson from signing that paper, then her life would be ruined.

  Suddenly, an idea came to her. A smile spread across her face as she glanced around the room. There was only one option left.

  Julie got out of her chair and crawled underneath Mr. Johnson's desk.

  ...

  "Yes, hello. This is Mr. Johnson from the elementary school. We have a young girl who needs to be transferred to your facility," Mr. Johnson said. "You might have heard her... uhhh- from the newspaper headlines this week."

  Mr. Johnson paused as he listened to the person on the other end of the line.

  "Yes, yes. Of course, I understand," he continued. "She'll be coming over there right this -"

  Before he could finish, Mr. Johnson was suddenly interrupted as two little hands emerged from under his desk.

  "What the... Julie, what are you doing!?" he cried out.

  He could hear Julie laughing as she grabbed hold of his zipper and started to tug it down.

  "Julie, no! Stop that!" he yelled.

  Mr. Johnson tried desperately to grab his zipper, but Julie pulled it open and reached inside his trousers.

  "No, no. Don't worry. Everything is okay... here... I'm sorry, but I need to call you back later-" Mr. Johnson gasped as he dropped the phone and reached under his desk to try and pry Julie's hand off his pants.

  "No, no, no, Julie. Please, no," he whimpered.

  But it was no use. Julie had managed to get a grip on his cock and was yanking it out of his pants.

  "Ahh... no, Julie! Stop!" Mr. Johnson cried out. "Please, no!"

  His dick was now sticking out of his trousers and was pointing upwards at an angle. As shameful as it was, his penis had already become erect and was throbbing wildly.

  "No, no, no!" he pleaded. "This isn't happening."

  Julie let out a high pitched giggle as she gripped Mr. Johnson's cock in her tiny hand and began to stroke it up and down.

  "Wow, look at this!" she exclaimed. "Look at the size of it!"

  "Stop! Stop it!" Mr. Johnson shouted. "Stop this instant, young lady!"

  Julie ignored him and kept stroking his penis up and down. Her movements were quick and fast.

  "You're so hard Mr. Johnson," she giggled. "You've got such a big, thick, fat cock. The sight of a little girl like me makes you rock hard, huh?"

  "No, no, no," he protested. "It isn't like that. Please stop touching it."

  "But you're so big and hard, Mr. Johnson. It feels so good in my hand," Julie continued. "You know you can't control yourself. You just want to fuck me..."

  "No, no, no!" Mr. Johnson cried as he felt his body start to give in and betray his mind. Mr. Johnson knew this was the last thing on earth he should ever allow, but his body was acting on its own accord, his cock getting harder and larger with every passing second. The sight of the blonde little girl stroking his dick and teasing him was too much for any grown man to resist.

  "Don't fight it," Julie urged. "You know you always wanted a little girl like me to play with."

  "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Mr. Johnson repeated. "I don't want this, make it stop, please!"

  No matter how hard he fought it, Mr. Johnson couldn't stop himself. His body was betraying his mind.

  Julie laughed and moved her tiny hand faster and faster over Mr. Johnson's fat cock.

  "Look how big it is now. Your cock is throbbing, Mr. Johnson. You're so horny for me, aren't you? You want to cum all this cute little girl's face."

  "No, no, no!" Mr. Johnson moaned.

  "Oh yes, yes, yes," Julie replied. "Don't try to deny it. Your body is telling you the truth."

  "Julie, stop it!" he pleaded. "This is wrong, so wrong! You're only twelve years old!"

  "Don't worry," Julie reassured him. "I'll make sure you enjoy it."

  Mr. Johnson was helpless. His entire body was trembling. He tried to get up and push the young girl away, but his legs wouldn't move, and his arms wouldn't work. He couldn't stop his own cock from throbbing and twitching. His brain did not have control over his body anymore, he was completely paralyzed and under the spell of this adorable little girl.

  "It's so big and thick," Julie teased. "So hard and stiff. Just like a big, fat, juicy cock should be."

  Julie smiled wickedly and leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. She wrapped her tiny lips around the tip of his penis and sucked hard.

  "Oh, god, Julie," Mr. Johnson cried. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

  Julie bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She was sucking hard and fast, her small mouth barely able to take his whole length.

  "OH GOD, OH GOD!" Mr. Johnson screamed.

  "Mmmph, mmph, mmmph," she mumbled with a mouthful of cock.

  "OH GOD, JULIE! STOP! OH GOD!" he moaned.

  "Mmmm," Julie mumbled as she bobbed her head up and down and licked the underside of his shaft as precum leaked out from his tip.

  "JULIE, NO! OH GOD! JULIE, OH GOD! DON'T DO THIS!"

  "Mmmmm, so yummy," she muttered as her tongue flicked and teased the tip of his cock before gulping it back into her throat. The wet noises of her slurping up cock juices filled the air and Mr. Johnson knew he was on the verge of exploding.

  "JULIE! PLEASE, JULIE, OH GOD! OH GOD!"

  Mr. Johnson tried to move, but he couldn't. He was paralyzed. He couldn't even pull away. His entire body was frozen. He could feel the warm wetness of Julie's saliva dripping down the sides of his cock and the sensation was driving him insane. He could hear the noise of his fat cock hitting the back of the little girl's throat. He could see the way her little face looked when her cheeks were bulging. He could feel the softness of her hands holding him in place. There was no training that had prepared him for this. No amount of willpower was strong enough to repel the hands and mouths of a twelve-year-old girl. This was the greatest pleasure a grown man could ever experience...

  "Mmmmph, mmmmph, mmmph," Julie mumbled as she bobbed her head faster and faster, her tongue flicking and teasing the tip of his penis as his cock slammed in and out of her mouth.

  "JULIE, PLEASE! OH GOD, PLEASE!"

  He couldn't take it anymore. His balls tightened and he felt the rush of his seed rising in his loins. His body trembled and his cock throbbed as it began to spasm. He couldn't stop it. He was cumming.

  "OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH, JULIE!"

  His eyes rolled back into his head as his cock erupted and shot his hot load down the little girl's throat. His balls pumped his seed straight into her mouth and Julie swallowed it greedily, slurping and gulping loudly.

  "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." he gasped.

  But Julie never stopped sucking. She continued to suck and lick and tease and bob and slurp and swallow. She was determined to drain every last drop of cum from his body.

  Mr. Johnson lay back on his chair, completely drained and exhausted as the little girl sucked and slurped and licked the living daylight out of his spent cock. His mind was numb, his body was weak, and he couldn't move. He didn't even have the strength to pull away from the girl's mouth.

  Julie finally released his dick with a loud pop and smiled at him.

  "Wow, Mr. Johnson. You came so much," she giggled. "Look into my mouth, Mr. Johnson!"

  She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, showing him the huge pool of his own cum. Julie's entire face was covered with his seed and the warm sticky semen was dripping down her chin onto her little blouse.

  "Look how much you gave me, Mr. Johnson. It's soooo much!"

  Mr. Johnson stared at her, still dazed and unable to respond as she flicked her tongue and started slurping up the cum.

  "Mmmmmm," Julie hummed as she swallowed the mouthful of cum down her tiny throat. "So yummmmy!"

  Mr. Johnson shook his head in disbelief. "No, no, no... this isn't happening to me. This is all a dream. This isn't real."

  "Mmmmmm, so delicious, Mr. Johnson," Julie cooed as she scooped the rest of the cum from her face and licked it off her fingers.

  Mr. Johnson could only watch as the little girl slurped and sucked her fingers clean of his own cum.

  "Wow, you taste really good, Mr. Johnson. Your cum tastes amazing. And I wonder what your wife and children would say if they saw this. What would they think of their sweet daddy if they saw him with his dick down a little girl's throat."

  Julie grinned evilly and giggled. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret, given one condition."

  Mr. Johnson was breathing heavily. His eyes were closed and his entire body was limp.

  "The paper," Julie pointed at the document on top of the desk.

  Mr. Johnson looked up. His mind was still blank and fuzzy. His vision was blurred but he slowly regained his focus, and eventually control over his body again.

  "You... you are the devil," Mr. Johnson said between gasps.

  "Oh, am I?" Julie laughed. "Well, Mr. Johnson. Then you better fulfill your deal with the devil, else... You might never see your family again."

  Mr. Johnson stared at the little girl in front of him and slowly grabbed the document from the table, tears running down his grown cheeks.

  "Now, now," Julie said as she tucked Mr. Johnson's flaccid cock back into his zipper, gesturing for him to stand up. "Who's a good boy?"

  "You... you won't tell anyone about this... right?" Mr. Johnson asked, standing up and looking down at the little girl.

  "Of course not," Julie winked and motioned from him to bow down. "As long as you do what you're told, like a good little boy," she patted Mr. Johnson on his head and turned away, skipping merrily out of the principal's office and into the school hallway.

  Moments later, the sounds of a paper shredder could be heard coming from the office, accompanied by a loud sob which could only be from the likes of a grown man. And far off down the hallway, a little girl's giggle...

  (To be continued...)