Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Biology Lessons: 5

They spent a few days asking girls in their circles and other likely women in their classes: had they ever gone

back to Hannah's for a study date that led to more. Amber found four girls, and Isabella found another three;

after they found out they weren't alone a couple of the girls admitted to needing abortions after their twith

the pair. Hannah and Brian were slowly but surely cutting a swath through the queer girls on campus that were

pretty enough for Brian to fuck, but shy enough not to fight back too much when things suddenly got crazy. A

few of the girls wanted to take this to the police, a couple said they would never do that under any

circumstances, and the rest just wanted to forget it had ever happened. After a little argument and debate,

Amber eventually convinced everyone that there was a third option.

The following Friday Amber sent Hannah a text message telling her that she was pregnant, that it was Brian's,

and that she'd decided she was going to keep the baby. Hannah had ignored Amber's texts for weeks now, but

she answered this one in minutes. Suddenly she was full of concern, and wanted to see her - to make sure she

was okay. Amber played coy for a bit, telling her mind was made up and that she just wanted to be alone now

before finally relenting and giving her an address she could meet her at. Hannah was there an hour later. She

had no way of knowing that the door she was knocking on wasn't Amber's actual house though, or that it was

just the stage for an elaborate revenge. Maybe if she'd actually cared enough about Amber to go back to her

apartment or even learn about her she would have sensed the problem, but instead when Amber opened the

door she was greeted with a hug and tears.

"I'm so sorry you're going through this," were Hannah's first words. "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for

you."

Amber nodded solemnly, playing her part as they walked to the living room. After the forced sympathy was

played out, Hannah tried a few different tactics to get the vulnerable and scared young Amber to change her

mind. First she tried to subtly imply she'd pay for the procedure, and when that didn't work she played up the

fear. Fear that Amber was too young, and that this could ruin her life. Fear that she'd have to drop out of college

and she'd becjust another statistic. Finally, when none of these worked, she did what Amber had only

speculated an evil manipulative cunt like her might do.

"I almost forgot," she said, pulling a sports drink out of her purse, "This is for you. You like this flavor, right?"

Amber had lain awake at night wondering what someone evil enough to arrange for the rape of a string of girls

might do if she was cornered. First she'd try to charm, then she'd try to bully, and if none of those worked, she'd

use trickery. As Amber looked at the tamper protection seal on the drink and saw it had been previously opened

she knew that she'd been right; you forced someone who was pregnant to abort with poison. A disney villain

would use a poison apple, but a wicked cunt like Hannah would use something innocuous that had been drugged

to cause a miscarriage.

"You really are a piece of work, you know that Hannah?" Amber said resignedly, "How could | ever have liked

you?"

"Amber, what are you saying?" She asked, looking nervously between the girl and the bottle, fearing discovery.

"Will you at least tellwhy you did it?" Amber asked, "Was it your kink to seduce innocent young girls, or did

your boyfriend have a breeding fantasy and you just didn't want to risk your future on a roll of those dice?" "I

don't know what you're talking about," Hannah snapped, standing, "But | can see coming here to try to talk some

sense into you was a mistake."

"You ain't going nowhere, puta," Isabella said, stepping out from a side room to block the exit. All the color

drained from Hannah's face in that instant, as she realized she'd been figured out. "Your sins just chto

roost." Other girls were coming into the living room now too, and as each new face was recognized Hannah's

panic becmore palpable, and she slowly retreated until she was cornered both literally and figuratively.

"I-I can explain," she stammered, "It's not my fault. Brian madedo it!" But her blrang hollow, and as

Amber looked around the room she could see that her words hadn't softened the expressions on any of her

victim's faces. In the conversations that led up to today, sof the girls thought that what Amber had been

suggesting went too far, but now she didn't think anyone would need any extra convincing.

"Grab her purse" Amber ordered coldly, starting to enjoy this. Not just the feeling that this bitch was finally

getting what was coming to her, but the power she had in all this. Normally she avoided leadership roles in

everything from group projects to part tjobs. In revenge though she could get used to this. While Amber

watched and reflected, the rest of the girls surrounded Hannah, and quickly overpowered her, taking her purse

and cell phone. Hannah was stronger than anyone else there, except maybe Tanya, but she stood no chance

against a mob.

Isabelle brought her the purse while the rest of the girls started to drag the girl who had wronged them into the

bedroom for the next part of the plan. Amber dumped out the purse on the coffee table and quickly found what

she was looking for the empty blister packs of 5 morning after pills. With those in one hand and the red sports

drink in the other she walked into the bedroom in tto see the rest of the girls stripping Hannah by force while

she tried and failed to stop them. Only a minute later she was entirely naked and being held down on the bed.

"Want to explain these, bitch?" Amber asked, dropping the empty pill packs on the bed between her legs. "You

know that probably wouldn't have just made a pregnant woman miscarry - it would have put her in the hospital."

"I can explain," Hannah whined as many of the other girls looked from the evidence to Amber not quite sure

what was going on.

Amber passed the bottle to Stacy and said "Take a look at the bottom. See anything in there that shouldn't be

there?" When she found what Amber was talking about - she gasped. At the bottom of the opened bottle were

the dregs of something. It might have been anything. But it wasn't, and quickly everyone knew it.

"So this Bitch tried to poison you?" Isabelle asked, looking from the bottle to Hannah and back again.

"No," Amber corrected, "She was just trying to get rid of the evidence of her guilt, and she would have done the

sthing to any of you if you'd been the one to send the text. She didn't know this was a trap. She just knew

she needed to shutup before | upset her perfect little life."

"No," Hannah pleaded, "I just wanted to help you, I..."

"Tie her up," Amber interrupted. "Just like we talked about, and use the ball gag. If she's not going to be honest

with us, then | don't want to hear any more of her lies."