Unfair to Girls - Emily’s Letter Follow-up

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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This is a follow-up to Emily's Letter, authorized by the original author.

Dear Unfair to Girls

I know that most of the letters you get are from girls, so pardon me if this is inappropriate.

My name is Stephen and my friend Danielle showed me the copy of the letter she sent you. I was also a friend of Martin. Danielle also showed me a copy of the letter Emily sent to you. Please pardon my expression, but Emily’s letter was pure B.S. If Martin ever got to do all those things to her, then good for him. She definitely deserves every last bit of humiliation after what she did to him and her other classmates, including me.

It all started because I am gay. I don’t have a problem with that; it’s who I am. My parents know, my friends know and they are fine with it.

Emily heard the news, started snooping around and caught me and my boyfriend at the time kissing each other. She took us by surprise and got a picture of it and threatened to “out” us to everybody.

I don’t think this would be much of a problem in my new school, but in my old school it was just short of a death sentence. Most students didn’t care. There were some religious types that would look down on us, but we could live with that. What concerned us the most was a group of jocks that thought they owned the school. They would bully anyone that they thought to be inferior which was just about anyone.

“Pussy queer boys,” as Emily called us were particularly inferior. Not only would we have to live with the fear of them beating us up, but also with the possibility of being sexually abused by them. The stories I’ve heard about them were not pleasant.

So, Emily used the picture to blackmail us. The first thing she made us do was to go over to her house when her parents weren’t there. She made us get undressed and pose for her, she made us kiss each other again, she made us perform oral sex on each other and dressed us in her clothes, taking pictures and videos of every event.

By the time we were done, she had hundreds of pictures. I heard rumors that her mom found out about them and made her remove them all and that’s one of the reasons she put Emily on Puericil-G. I hope it’s true, but supposedly that happened after I already switched schools.

As far as my boyfriend and I knew, she had them as evidence against us and for the rest of that school year, Emily made us her slaves. She had us do all kinds of embarrassing things for her. She made us follow her around two steps behind her and carry her books and open doors for her. She would snap her fingers and point when she wanted us to do some trivial task.

One time she made us get down on our hands and knees in the school cafeteria and kiss her shoes while the teachers were busy with a commotion elsewhere.

Another time she made us meet her at the playground near where she lives. She had her twin cousins visiting her. I think the girls were 11-years old at the time. She took us behind some bushes and made us pull down our pants for them and showed them how to “ball bust.” First she demonstrated how to cup them twist them in her hand and then she let each of her cousins handle us.

She also took delight in exposing us to other girls as well. I think she thought it would make her popular with these girls, but I think they only put up with her just to get at us boys. Some of the girls were in our class at school and for the rest of the year we had to put up with their smug “I saw you naked” looks every time we met in the hallways or in class.

So Danielle, thank you for pointing out these articles to me; it’s nice to know Emily got her comeuppance. Martin, wherever you are: kudos, man. Thank you for getting revenge on that bitch, not only for me, but for everyone she’s ever harmed.

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