Danielle, Part Five:  Her property
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmailcom
Danielle stakes her claim on Mr. J.


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This is adult materials and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen.

Here is Part Five just one day after Part Four as promised. I have Parts Six
through Eight ready to go as well. Whether or not I actually post them will
depend a lot on how many comments I get regarding Part Four and Part Five.

Email your comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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"Stop right now! If you fuck her, I swear to God that I'll break every fucking
bone in your body!" The person saying this was Danielle Thorn, one of my
students at Benjamin Franklin High School. The "her" that she didn't want me
to fuck was her 'bitch" Nicole Evans. My name is Mr. Jenkins.

If you're wondering whether or not Danielle had the power to carry out her
threat to break every bone in my body, the answer in undeniably "Yes." Even
though she is a very attractive and delicate looking 5'5", 115 pound girl, she
also had biceps the size and roundness of softballs that were infinitely more
powerful than they appeared.

I started to stand up, but she reached out and pushed me forcefully back onto
the couch. She pushed me hard.

Never mind that it was Danielle who sent Nicole to my apartment as a "gift" in
the first place.. This was her twisted way of apologizing for embarrassing me
in my classroom. Her being the student and my being the teacher does not stop
her from being in charge. In fact, Danielle has been in charge of the whole
school for the past four years.

Anyone who's challenged Danielle's authority has regretted it. She's seen to
that. Stories of the things Danielle has done with her incredible strength are
the stuff of local legend. Those stories are enough to keep everyone doing
whatever she tells them to do. With me it's that plus the fact that I'm in
love with her. There's just no denying it. She's just so beautiful and
fascinating - and powerful - that I can't help myself.

"Nicole, go home." Danielle ordered. Nicole didn't even pause to say, "Yes,
Ma'am." She scurried out as fast as she could. Danielle turned her attention
to me. Her almond shaped, blue-grey eyes burned holes in me. I sat there in
dumb silence for what seemed like several minutes.

Finally I worked up the courage to say, "We didn't do anything wrong, you
know?"

"I saw her with your dick in her hand getting ready to blow you." Her voice
dripped with menace.

"But she didn't do it." I pointed out.

"Only because I told her to stop," Danielle countered.

"So what? I mean it. So what if she was getting to ready to blow me?" I said
defiantly.

"You want me to call her back here? You want me to tell her to go ahead and
suck your dick? Would you like to see what would happen? Don't you believe me
when I say I'll break every bone in your body?" She shook her fist. "Don't you
EVER 'so what' me again, little man."

I was terrified. I wanted to beg for forgiveness. I tried a different
approach. "But she told me that YOU left her into my apartment. She said that
YOU told her to seduce me."

"Go on," she said.

"So why are you so upset? She was only about to do what you told her to do."

She reached down and grabbed my shirt collar. She pulled me up so that my face
was level with hers. "I changed my mind." She threw me back down onto the
couch.

"But... but, Danielle, how could I know that?"

"Don't give me that," she said, "How could you think that I really wanted her
to fuck you?" I knew that now it was time to beg for mercy.

"I... I'm sorry, Danielle," I said, "Please, don't be angry at me."

"You were really going to let her suck your dick weren't you?" Her tone was
different now. She sounded less angry and more.... Was she sad?

"I don't know," I said, "She's a very pretty girl. She was willing - maybe
even eager. I'm not often faced with that combination," I confessed. "Hell,
until tonight I've never had a beautiful girl like her trying to seduce me.
Most of the women I've had sex with felt sorry for me."

Danielle looked down at me. "It's hard to stay mad at you when you're all
pathetic and vulnerable like that." God was I relieved. I really thought that
she might kill me before.

Danielle sat down next to me on the couch and started laughing. A minute ago I
thought she was going to kill me. Now her laughter was so infectious that I
couldn't help but chuckle myself. "What are we laughing at?" I asked.

"I would have loved to have seen the look on your face when Nicole told you
why she was here - not that the way she was dressed didn't pretty much give it
away."

"So... now please don't get mad, but why were you ready to break all my bones
a few minutes ago when you admit that you sent Nicole over here to seduce me?"

Danielle was silent for several seconds. It looked like she was trying to find
the right words. "Maybe I didn't think that you would go through with it," she
replied.

"But, Danielle, technically I DIDN'T go through with it," I protested.

"Yeah, but you would have." She was becoming tense again.

"So you got angry because I almost did what you sent Nicole over here to get
me to do even if I didn't actually do it?"

"Sure. Why not?"

This kind of illogical thinking drove me insane. "Do you understand how
irrational that is?"

Even as I asked the question I realized that I might have stepped over the
line. To my relief, Danielle wasn't offended by the question. "Irrational?"
she said, "Maybe, but so what? What's so great about being rational anyway? If
you ask me, being rational is highly overrated." I felt as if my head was
going to explode.

"What's so great about being rational?" I asked. "Rational behavior is only
the basis for maintaining a civilized society. That's all." I said.

"Exactly!" responded Danielle, "But what's so great about maintaining a
civilized society? Civilized is boring."

"That's easy for you to say, Danielle. You're strong; you can survive chaos
and anarchy. I'm weak. If it wasn't for at least the veneer of civility I'd
have been left dead on the side of the road a long time ago. I'd be like one
of those dead possums you see."

She looked at me, smiled sweetly and did this adorable head tilt thing she
does and said, "But you don't have to worry now, Cutie, because I'm here to
protect your weak male self. Like you said, I'm strong." She flexed her biceps
and said, "I'm very, very strong - stronger than anybody."

It was the strangest thing. Danielle was so cute and adorable and girlie. She
looked fit sure, but when she flexed her biceps they were enormous. They
looked so dense and powerful. Power seemed to radiate from her delectable
form.

I laughed, "But who's going to protect me from you?"

She giggles like a delighted little girl and lightly tapped my nose with her
index finger. "No one, and don't you ever forget it."

"Where's Superman when you need him?" I joked.

"Superman? First of all, I could easily kick Superman's candy ass," she said,
"I'd have him on his knees begging me not to hurt him just like all the other
boys. Besides, you don't really want anyone to protest you from me. You love
being intimidated by me almost as much as you love being turned on by me."

She was right of course. Then she said, "And I don't have to worry about being
rational. You know why?"

"Because you're so strong, like I said."

"That helps," she agreed, "But mostly it's because I'm sooo sexy and sooo
adorable. Sexy girls like me get away with murder - even the ones who don't
have the strength to beat the shit out of any fifteen men on Earth."

"Is that the official count?" I asked. "You can beat up any fifteen men?"

She took a deep breath. I watched spellbound as her billowing breast heaved up
and down. "Actually, the official number is twenty-five, but I didn't want to
brag." She giggled at her own joke. I hated her giggle for sounding so
adorable.

"So we're okay?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "Don't think that I'm going to forget that you were going
to let Nicole suck your dick," she said.

"But I'm not even sure I WAS going to let Nicole suck my dick."

"Puh-lease!" she cried.

"Seriously, I'm not sure," I insisted. That's when I pushed it too far. "And
even if I had, what business is that of yours? Is it because Nicole is your
'property'?"

She jumped off the couch, grabbed me one handed by the collar again and this
time didn't stop lifting until by feet were dangling about ten inches off the
ground. "It's not just Nicole that I own. Your dick is my property too," she
said through gritted teeth. "How dare you talk to me that way! I own your
dick. Don't you forget it."

She threw me back on the couch and shook her tiny fist in my face. "Do you
have any idea how easy it would be for me to hurt you? Do you have any idea
how easy it would be for me to make you do anything I wanted you to do?" she
asked.

"I... I... Yes," I replied.

"Do you have any doubt that I could have you on your knees in an instant
begging me to either fuck you or to not to fuck you up?" she asked.

"N-No," I replied. The roller coaster of emotions she was putting me through
was too overwhelming. I started to cry.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself. She sat back down next to me and
put her arm around my shoulders and asked, "Do you have any idea what a
responsibility that is?" I was taken aback by her question. I never thought of
it that way before.

She hugged me tenderly. "Please, Mr. J, stop crying." I regained my composure.

"But your dick still belongs to me!" she insisted.

"I didn't know you felt that way," I explained.

"Well, now you do."

Perhaps I should have shut up then, but I was curious. I had to know. "C-can I
ask you a q-question?"

She took another chest heaving deep breath. "What?"

"How come you never make use of my dick if you own it?" I asked.

"Did you say 'if'?"

"I meant to say 'since you own it'," I quickly corrected.

"That's kind of a strange question coming from you," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because in the past you've said that it would be 'inappropriate' for us to
have a physical relationship."

I didn't have a response to that. It was true that I've expressed that
sentiment. "Maybe so," I said, "But since then I've -"

"You've what? You've made it clear that you lusted after me. You've gotten on
your knees and begged me to show you my tits. You've let me flirt with you,
and I'm sure that your had countless jerk-off fantasies about me." All of that
was true.

"But when Nicole comes over here dressed in sexy lingerie, you're ready to let
her suck your dick."

Then it dawned on me. "Did... did you send her over here to test me? Is that
it? Are you upset because you think I failed the test?"

"No... I don't know... Maybe.... All I know is that after I left Nicole here
in your apartment I changed my mind. When I came back and saw her about you
suck your dick I got mad. That's all you need to know. I didn't like what I
saw, and so I put a stop to it. That's all you need to know." She shook her
fist in my face again. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Danielle," I replied.

"And who owns your dick?" she asked.

"You do, Danielle," I replied without hesitation.

"And that means that I get to decide where and who you get to stick it into,"
she said.

"Yes, Danielle."

"I want to hear you say, 'Danielle owns my dick.'"

"Danielle owns my dick." I liked hearing myself say it so I repeated,
"Danielle OWNS my dick."

She stood up and pulled me off the couch for a third time. This time she
kissed me passionately on the lips. Her lips tasted sweet. So did her tongue.

She tossed me onto the couch again and started heading towards the door.
"Wait, Danielle, don't leave yet." It seems like I always said something like
this when she was ready to go.

"I should go home and check on Nicole. She's probably pretty freaked out." She
walked through the open doorway.

I called after her, "Hey, Danielle, please tell Nicole I said 'Thank you,' for
stopping by earlier."

Danielle stuck her head back in the doorway and said, "Oh, you're very fucking
funny aren't you? It's a good thing for you that you're so cute, Cutie." Then,
just like that she was gone.

My God! What a woman! So beautiful... so powerful... so dangerous... so
sexy... so frustrating.... so challenging... so terrifying... so... so
alive.... How could I NOT be in love with her?

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