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PRINCIPAL POWER
(M/FF, Mind Control, Slavery, Humiliation)
Cindy Silver Eyes
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*****
Cindy rushed to the
red BMW waiting for her outside the house, waving good-bye to her Mom –
Cathy was honking the horn again; she always got mad when Cindy ran
late...
“Hi Sis!”
Cindy jumped in the car. “Or
should I call you teacher?” she giggled.
At 25, Cathy was eight
years older than Cindy and a newly recruited teacher at Crawford High, teaching
English Literature. All the guys in
Cindy’s class were falling all over themselves for Cathy already, which
made Cindy extremely uncomfortable since she was subjected to the nastiest
comments imaginable about her big sister.
Cathy had always been
a total looker after all:
She’d picked up a promising modeling career after college, which
she’d quit only because her current fiancée did not approve of
it. Considering that he came from
an extremely wealthy family and had bought the BMW for Cathy as a gift, it was
fair to say his approval carried a great deal of weight for Cathy. Still, Cindy often wondered how
far Cathy could have gone, had she stuck with the modeling business - she
looked just so much like Kathy Ireland, only younger and fresher.
“Did you get
your cheerleader uniform?” Cathy asked.
“Yup…”
Cindy replied curtly. She knew she
was good-looking, too, and never had any shortage of boys running after
her. She was hands down the
most popular girl in the cheerleading squad after all. But big sis was special.
“What’s
the rush anyway?” she asked.
She knew Cathy’s first class wasn’t till an hour later
– Cindy was in it, too.
“Well, that
loser Burns wants to see me…” Cathy replied.
John Burns was the
Principal of Crawford High, and overall subject of contempt for students and
many teachers alike. Burns had
been the Principal for 15 years, and his place was safe to say the least,
almost no matter what he did – it was a well-known fact that Principal
Burns had an eye for the cheerleaders and such, not to mention the younger
female teachers who seemed to be subject of his unceasing attention, no matter
how unwelcome – Cathy had been on Burns’s radar since the day she
stepped on the campus... He was
hardly a favorite of the boys, either – he seemed to be fond of dishing
out suspensions and detentions to the rowdier ones with abject glee.
There was also never
ending speculation that Burns had a couple side businesses going on which bid
for petty contracts with Crawford High – petty or not, no one ever had
any proof of course, except for the huge Lincoln Navigator he was fond of
driving… That had to be the
only car on the school parking lot that cost more than Cathy’s sexy
little BMW…
“Why does he
wanna see you?” Cindy asked.
“Who
knows?” Cathy replied, turning towards the main road leading to Crawford
High. “I normally
wouldn’t give a damn what that sleazy loser wants, you know, but I do
want to get on a permanent contract with the school…”
“Well,
don’t let the bastard grab your butt or something…” Cindy
said – and both girls broke into laughter…
Cindy eyed
Cathy’s clothes though – she certainly did her best to avoid being
noticed by men, let alone Burns’s wondering hands… She wore a loose-fitting skirt that came
all the way down to her ankles, and a baggy sweater that almost managed to hide
her 34C bosom. Nothing but the most
professional, subtle make-up and totally flat shoes. Cindy thought Cathy was hardly
fooling anyone, least of all the students, even though she looked nothing like
the up-and-coming model that Cindy remembered, who loved displaying her
impressive charms and teasing men mercilessly…
Her attitude was
wildly different, too – she was just such a hard-ass as a teacher! Cathy seemed to want to make up for her
youth and inexperience, not to mention her obviously arousing looks for the
student body, by acting like a total bitch-on-wheels to all of Cindy’s
classmates… Especially the
boys, who’d welcomed her to the school by way of gawking and cat-calling
at her, which had pissed off Cathy to no end…
The big sis always
wanted to be taken seriously; Cindy had learned that lesson very well as a
kid…
*****
John Burns eyed the
bored young teacher before him with a mixture of disdain and lust. There was no question in his mind that
Cathy Cooper was the most gorgeous, most fuckeable, sexiest teacher to ever
step on the grounds of Crawford High… It was just incredibly lucky that a
25-year old knock-out model would decide to leave all that behind and become a
buttoned-down teacher at his own school…
Except for the
attitude of course… the snotty bitch clearly despised him. It was obvious Cathy had nothing but
sheer contempt: She barely ever
spoke with him even though he was the Principal and her boss. She hardly ever answered his greetings,
let alone engage in the tiniest small talk. She’d treated him like a disease
ever since she’d arrived at Crawford High. It seemed every time they came across,
she thumbed her nose at him with pure disdain as if Burns was the sleaziest man
her angelic eyes had ever been exposed to…
Of course, that hardly
stopped Burns from undressing the haughty young woman with his eyes every
time… He knew students hated
him and teachers thought he was a dictator-wanna-be and surely the younger and
prettier female teachers were bothered by his gazes… tough shit! He didn’t give a flying fuck if
people didn’t like him.
But Cathy’s
contempt did bother him – who did the pampered cunt think she was? Fuckin’ dumb ex-bikini-model
passing judgment right and left, acting like she was a saint, only one with a
body to-kill-for… Somebody
just had to teach her what she was good for… Burns often closed his eyes and imagined
how fantastic it would be to have Cathy any time he liked, any way he liked, as
often as he liked… Every time
he saw her, a sexual scenario popped into his head naturally, always in the
extremely rough kind. He was, after
all, that kind of man: His computer
back home contained thousands of pictures of women in bondage, thousands of
sexual stories involving the domination and humiliation of young, pretty
women… That was the way he
liked it, even if he had to contend himself with prostitutes… He was a divorced father of two in his
late forties after all, and having survived one bitch in his life, he had no
intention of falling for any other woman – ever…
“Miss
Cooper” he smiled at the young woman sitting across from him.
“What do you
want Mr. Burns?” Cathy replied coldly, obviously annoyed. “Is there a good reason you called
me into your office? – I have other matters to attend…”
Burns kept a smile
despite his anger – ‘ I’ll have you attending real important
matters soon, bitch ’ he thought.
“This” he
pulled out a small green coin from his pocket, “is the reason I called
you”.
“What is
it?” the young woman asked, confused. It looked like a Latin American
artifact.
“Well, I travel
down to Mexico every once in a while” Burns explained. “Whores are cheaper there, you
know, if you know where to go…”. He enjoyed the sudden outrage on
Cathy’s face but continued without a break: “Anyway, I did buy this little
magical stone – it’s called the Minvari Stone – from an old
gypsy down there last week. Cost me
just 50 bucks… But it does wonders... A woman I met at the mall last week
could testify to it, though I had to let her go… ”
He flipped the coin in
the air, letting it circle and circle in the air, catching Cathy’s
gaze…
And he smiled in sheer
joy, as the young woman’s eyes seemed locked, her gaze growing absent
– exactly as prescribed.
The Minvari Stone did
work again…!!
And this time, Burns
had no intention of making it just a trial run…
*****
2 weeks later, Burns
walked into his office at 9 AM as usual.
What waited for him
was the terrific sight he’d been growing used to…
The sight of a naked
Cathy Cooper on her knees…
The young teacher was
in the greeting position she’d been taught:
Her knees were spread
apart, exposing her naked body. Her
whole body was straight as an arrow.
Her hands were clasped behind, at the back of her neck. Her fantastic tits were pushed out and
forward like an obscene offering.
“Good morning,
Master. Please fuck
me…” the young woman whined, as she’d been trained.
Burns smiled –
surely there could hardly be a better way to kick off your day than to be greeted
by a naked, gorgeous model in your office, begging to be used…
She’d been
waiting there, in that position, for her Master to arrive for an
hour…
“Good morning
slut” Burns replied.
“Suck my cock…”
“Thank you,
Master” she quickly replied, moving at once towards his crotch, like a
good, subservient concubine.
Still, the look of
revulsion was only partially hidden beneath her eager, obedient face this
morning. Burns gripped the young
teacher’s face and turned it upwards, staring into her big, beautiful
eyes.
“You love
serving your Master, don’t you slave?”
Cathy nodded without
hesitation, but a slight grimace gave her away.
Sometimes, the
conditioning could only do so much.
The Minvari Stone worked by fear – it inspired in its captive
utter fear of disobedience to the holder of it, no matter how irrational. That was the beauty of it. Burns chuckled, not upset; he preferred
to see the haughty cunt wasn't really enjoying herself.
It was more fun that
way…
“Go ahead then,
slut… Suck my cock!”
Just like that, the
young woman was unzipping him.
Burns was sure most men could hardly imagine a greater pleasure than
having a woman like Cathy on her knees, sucking their cock. And it certainly was a great kick to see
his hard cock disappear into that gorgeous, proud face. The young woman displayed utter
dedication to the task after all, as to be expected from a true sex slave,
whether she was willing or not…
Burns groaned as
Cathy’s tongue began applying pressure on all the right spots and her red
lips and tight throat massaged his cock sweetly. She was a great fuck in every way. Most men would be over the moon to
merely have Cathy in their arms – not Burns: He got to use and enjoy Cathy the sex
slave in ways most men could not dare imagine… You couldn’t pay a whore enough in
gold coins to be able to do the things Burns had been doing to his little
plaything every day for the last two weeks.
But there could
certainly be more fun to be had…
And more attitude
adjustment for a young slut… Now
that Burns was certain of the powers of the Minvari stone...
*****
“Well, good
morning, Cin... you look sooo
fuckin’ hot this morning...!”
Cindy rolled her eyes
at Nick Foster - he was such a swine.
Football players were usually popular of course, but not this kind, as
far as Cindy was concerned: Nick
was a big bully; large, tall, and strong, but a total brute and
jerk… It was no surprise he
played defense; she didn’t suppose he’d have the finesse to play
anything else. He loved beating up
smaller kids and hitting on the cheerleaders, even though what he usually got
was a cold shoulder. Most girls
liked to flirt with the football players, but not necessarily a thug like Nick,
no matter how big and athletic he was…
Maybe the less popular
girls could be into that kind of thing…
“You’re
nearly as sexy as the big Sis! But,
man, I looove Ms. Cooper’s classes…”
The couple guys
walking next to him joined Nick in chuckling…
Cindy’s face lit
up red in anger – she hated it when guys made comments like this about
her sister and now she had to hear it all the time since she was a
frickin’ teacher at Crawford High.
She was certain Nick had a special beef with Cathy anyway… She’d sent Nick to detention
couple times already, which had also made him lose a game or two…
Then again,
that’s what Nick got for trying to be the class clown…
“Shut up”
she snapped back, drawing only more laughter.
“Yeah, I’d
do her six ways from Sunday” one of the guys said, and there was more
laughter – Cindy just hurried away from them, even as one of them yelled
“we’d do you too Cindy…!” These would normally be enough material
to go to Mr. Burns with and have the assholes suspended, but Cindy could never
do that...
Instead, she hurried
into the class and took a seat in the back.
She’d yet to see
Cathy that morning – for the last two weeks, Cathy had been coming to
school earlier for some reason, so Cindy had had to ask her Mom to drive her instead.
Which was why she was as
shocked as everyone else when her sister entered the class –
Cathy’s usual conservative, loose fitting clothes were nowhere to be
found on this day: The blonde
model-turned-teacher was wearing a tight black skirt that barely reached
mid-thigh and hugged her perfect bottom and shapely thighs as tightly as
possible. The form-fitting
baby-blue cashmere sweater on top was advertising her firm breasts almost
obscenely, so much so that Cindy could make out the lacy details of her
sister’s bra under the soft, taut fabric all the way from the back. She was wearing a pair of lacy hose, and
almost certainly garter belt, which would show if she actually sat down –
it just had to be a wildly inappropriate combination to come to class with for
a teacher. She stood on 3-inch
heels too – any higher would probably have been stripper category. Her make-up was no longer in the subtle,
classy tones she preferred, and instead consisted of an eye-catching pink for
lipstick and heavy blusher, which made Cathy look even younger than she already
was.
Blusher or not, Cindy
could tell her sister was embarrassed with the display she made, dressed as she
was – she looked like a floozy trying to please men, rather than an
upstanding teacher commanding respect from her students… She could not tell for the life of her
why Cathy would come to school like this.
Cathy swallowed for a
moment and spoke up at last:
“Class, may I
have your attention please?” she said with what sounded like a very shaky
voice.
“You have all
our attention already looking like that, teach!” one of the guys said
from the back with a chuckle – it was Nick, of course.
Cathy seemed to do her
best to ignore the rowdy student, which itself was hugely new: Normally Cathy would have written up
Nick in no time and would have sent him to Burns right away. And she usually would have produced some
kind of come-back line, making light of Nick’s mental capacity. She now seemed to prefer ignoring
Nick, and continued with her own words.
“I was called to
Mr. Burns office yesterday – as you might know, I am pursuing a permanent
contract with the school, which I want very, very badly… However, evidently my poor attitude
towards students has become a major obstacle for this.”
Cathy swallowed once
more, and managed to continue:
“I now realize I have been a total bitch since I started teaching
here.”
There was audible
snickering and whispering at this from the class.
“Principal Burns
reprimanded me very sternly for this mistake and now whether I stay on as a
permanent hire depends on the evaluation I will get at the end of the school
year.” Cathy continued to explain.
“And this
evaluation will depend on the reviews you will give me. At the end of the year, each student
will give me a grade based on whether my attitude has sufficiently improved and
become more pleasing towards students.
Based on your individual reviews, Mr. Burns will decide whether I will
be allowed to stay on as a permanent hire…”
There was wide-spread
chuckling and amusement at hearing Cathy’s words – her face had
turned an even deeper shade of red as she explained her predicament to the
students.
“So, from now
on, I will no longer be a total bitch… and I will do my best to improve
our relationship…” Cathy said with a smiling yet shameful finish. “Any questions?”
“Ms.
Cooper?” – it was Irene Cain raising her hand.
“Aahm, you can
call me Cathy from now on Ms. Cain”, the young teacher said in her shaky
voice; “Mr. Burns thought a bit of reversal would be valuable for me
– what can I do for you Ma’am?”
“Well,
Cathy…” Irene smirked, “will Cindy be voting as well?
She’s your little baby sister after all and I don’t think
that’d be a fair vote…”
There was more
laughter in the class. Both Cathy
and Cindy swallowed hard in their corners and came eye-to-eye – Cindy was
so incredibly humiliated for her sister.
“No, Ma’am
– Cindy will not be given a vote, you’re right…” Cathy
replied.
“Oh, good”
Irene replied with another smirk – Cindy and Irene were both leading
members of the cheerleading squad, and had always been at odds… This must have seemed to be a good
opportunity to rub it in for Irene…
“Hey,
Cathy…” - it was Nick raising his hand this time.
“Yes
Nick… Mr. Foster… What
can I do for you?”
“Well, I just
wanted to say I love the new rules and your new attitude… And I will be evaluating you very
thoroughly for the next few months…
But I gotta say, you look good enough to eat this morning, so it’s
a good start… Atta
girl!”
There was big laughter
at this from all corners of the class, and some clapping – boys seemed
especially amused.
Surely, this would
make the young teacher blow up…
Cathy swallowed hard before managing to reply: “Thank you Mr.
Foster…” she said with a low voice. “I will prove myself to be a good
teacher…”
Cindy shivered at her
big sister’s humiliation even as her classmates sneered and chuckled, and
ogled her freely – had Cathy gone totally crazy?
Cindy tried to catch
up with Cathy after class – but just as the sisters had begun to speak,
so that Cindy could ask what the hell was going with her big sister, the PA
system came on line with a loud rattle:
“Cathy Cooper to
Principal’s office, Cathy Cooper to Principal’s
office…”.
This was the sort of
PA announcement that was usually reserved for errant students, voiced by
Burns’s fat secretary.
“At once!”
she yelled into the microphone one last time.
Cathy was rushing
towards the Principal’s office in hurry before Cindy could get in a word
– and the way the tight skirt hugged her ass made sure she got long
glances from students and fellow teachers alike…
Cindy was left behind
with an open mouth…
**
When Cathy made it to
Principal’s office, she was met with a snickering secretary who nodded her
towards Burns’s door.
Burns was smoking a
cigar inside the office, against all regulations of course, but little did he
care. He looked at Cathy and
chuckled: “Blow-job,
slut” he simply said, and took another puff from his cigar…
“Yes,
Sir…” Cathy managed to utter and got down on her knees in front of
Burns’s leather chair, even as her face lit up in shame – and deep,
helpless frustration took over inside of her, even as she smiled up at her
Master, who’d just made her humiliate herself in front of a whole
classroom of students.
No matter how much she
willed to disobey, the influence of the stone was just too strong… The mere idea of disobedience was enough
to send waves of fear through her heart…
“Now… that
little sister of yours…” Burns said groaning, as Cathy took his
hard manhood inside her velvety mouth..
***
“Cindy Cooper to
the Principal’s office…
Cindy Cooper to the Principal’s office…” – this
time the PA was sounding for Cindy.
When she made it to
Burns’s office, Cindy almost ran into her sister – she was leaving
in a hurry, the same way she’d arrived. Cindy noticed newly formed soils on her
baby-blue sweater, but once more before they could speak, Burns’s
secretary was already summoning the younger sister to get into the
office…
Cindy stepped in and
took a seat across from Burns – what a cheap, dirty pig this man
was…
He lifted his eyes
from some papers laid out on his desk, and smiled: “So, Cindy Cooper… our cute,
sexy, head Cheerleader, is it?”
“Yes,
that’d be me…” Cindy said, trying to reflect as much of her
annoyance as she could – she could be a student, but she didn’t
have to spend her time in this loser’s office after all. What power did he really hold? She had no idea why she was called, but
she was sure she hadn’t broken any school rules that she’d have to
be held liable for…
“Indeed –
you’re almost as pretty as the big sister, huh?”
“What’s it
to you?” Cindy said curtly.
“Look, Mr. Burns, why am I here? I am pretty busy you know –
cheerleader practice soon…
Anything you wanna say, say it, and I’ll be on my
way…”
“Sure,
sure… Wouldn’t wanna
unnecessarily hold up a busy young lady like yourself my dear… Let me get to the point then – I
understand there are some graffiti about me in the girls’ bathrooms these
days? There always had been in the
boys’ bathrooms of course – but now you girls are doing that sort
of thing, too, hmm?”
Cindy paused for a
moment, and then burst out laughing, and slapped her own leg in amusement.
“Oh, yes, I
guess there are some Mr. Burns…
You may be right…”
She was thinking of
all the slogans on the walls:
“Burns the Loser! …
Burns the Pervert!... Burns
the Sleazeball!... Burns: Big Car, Small Dick!”
And then there were
those hilarious drawings – Burns with big ears, big nose, big
head… Or Burns drawn as a
pig, or a dog with his tongue hanging down to the floor… There was even a giant piece of turd
drawn as Burns… Most girls
had taught the last one was totally gross…
“You find those
material amusing, young lady?” Burns asked.
Cindy thought for a
second – what could the loser do to her? It was no crime to find things amusing
– she hadn’t drawn them after all…
“Yes – yes
I do, Mr. Burns” she said with a big, daring grin. “I did not draw them, don’t
know who did, but I do think they are just great… and funny… Will you be giving me a punishment for
this?” – she leaned back, assured of herself, and very pleased to
be cutting Burns down to size. He
could be the Principal, but he was still nothing but an asshole and a loser,
and it was great to say it so…
Especially after all
those things that he’d told Cathy apparently – her big sister
should have given him the boot in the first place…
Burns was smiling back
though: “Punishment, little
darling? Well, we’ll
shortly see about that….”
The Principal had
taken out the Minvari stone again, was playing with it. Cindy continued to grin confidently -
until her eyes caught the glamour of the small green coin…
***
Cathy was seated
across from her fiancé, Richard Harrington the 3rd, at a
ritzy café in Beverly Hills.
10 years her elder, Richard was an extremely successful and wealthy
corporate lawyer already – like his father and grandfather before him. 3 generations of solid rich
Republicans...
“Cathy,
isn’t this outfit a bit too revealing for a school teacher?” he
asked with a disapproving tone – he was the reason Cathy had quit
modeling after all, and teaching sounded like a fine and proper task for his
potential wife… But not if
she intended on turning herself into masturbation material for all the
hormone-crazed boys she’d be teaching…
Cathy swallowed and
only momentarily entertained the idea of not repeating the lines forced fed to
her by Burns – yet the mere thought was enough to send daggers of fear
into her heart…
“Well, Richard,
I like men looking at me, checking me out… Even school boys… Especially school boys, how about that? I love it… So, I shall do my best to catch their
attention from now on…”
“What on earth
are you talking about?” Richard replied in outrage.
“That’s
right… I love schoolboys
stripping me naked and raping me with their eyes… I love all men raping me with their
eyes… I love giving
them big boners… that’s
what I loved about modeling, too, you know…”
“Jesus Christ!”
Richard yelled.
“And I am
fuckiiin’ bored with you Richard… that’s why I came here; to
say it to your face – I am dumping you. For more fun…”
“What the
hell?” Richard muttered, putting down his glass full of red wine on the
table.
But Cathy appeared in
no mood to wait and hear Richard’s objections. She was up on her feet at once. “Good bye Richard” she said
in a stern voice, and walked away, to the red BMW which had been his
fiancé’s gift…
***
Cindy shrieked once
more: “Seven! – Principal Burns is always right! I’m a worthless slut!”
Her jeans and panties
laid bunched up around her ankles – she was laid across Burns’s
desk.
Burns stood behind
her, sporting an old-style wooden ruler.
He flexed his right arm once more and landed another blow on
Cindy’s naked ass.
“Eight! –
Principal Burns is always right!
I’m a worthless slut!” the seventeen-year old screamed. Her face was a mess, crimson red in a
bitter mix of shock, shame, and pain.
“Nine! -
Principal Burns is always right!
I’m a worthless slut!” she screamed again as another blow
landed on her buttocks, her hands grasping the edges of the Principal’s
desk…
“Ten! -
Principal Burns is always right!
I’m a worthless slut!”
“So, that’s
the half of it…” Burns noted with a gleeful sternness.
“Let’s take a quick break”.
Cindy was whimpering
and shaking, but couldn’t even contemplate moving out of her shamefully
exposed position.
Burns lifted up the
intercom and spoke with his secretary:
“Ms. Loews, could you please inform Cindy Cooper’s teachers
that she will not be taking part in her remaining classes today – and she
will have a two hour detention after school at the Principal’s
office…”
“Yes, Sir”
came back the reply.
“You know”,
Burns turned towards Cindy, as he hung up the intercom. “I’ve always wanted to fuck
a sexy little cheerleader… A
sexy-ass spoiled slut… like
you, little bitch… always
going around in those absolutely outrageous uniforms, trying to provoke men,
trying to show off your tits and ass… little cock-teasing sluts begging to be
raped and fucked…”
He grabbed the ruler
again.
“So, Cindy
Cooper, your detention today will be exactly like I’ve always believed
detention of sexy little cheerleaders needs to be… First comes the punishment… Then comes the part where the
misbehaving little slut gets fucked… “
He tightened his grip
on the ruler.
“No biggie
– just an attempt by the punished pupil to make up for her
misdeeds… by doing her
absolute best to prove she can be a good girl… and that is, of course, by pandering to
her superiors with sexual favors…”
Burns flexed his arm
again, looking at Cindy’s naked, incredibly young and tight ass – a
seventeen year old morsel…
head cheerleader… all
his, to do with as he pleased…
no longer thumbing her nose, no longer making fun of him… ready to be fucked like the slut she
was… Burns wanted to enter
her right then… but first the
punishment had to be completed…
His eyes caught the jeans
bunched up at the terrorized teenager’s feet. “And by the way” he said,
chuckling. “No more clothes
like this for you – not appropriate for the new school slut… -
I’ll tell you all about that, too…”
Burns landed the next
stroke with force, and drew out a painful yelp from the blonde
cheerleader…
“Eleven! -
Principal Burns is always right!
I’m a worthless slut!” Cindy screamed amidst her
tears…
***
Burns was sitting at
his desk the next morning. He lit
up his cigar… He was still
kind of beat from the day before – he was forty-eight after all and
screwing a seventeen-year old cheerleader sort of did that to you, but it was
the sort of exercise he meant to get frequently going forward…
The intercom on his
desk sounded: “Mr. Burns,
Nick Foster is here…”
“Good, send him
in” he told his secretary.
Nick Foster was a loud brat with severe discipline problems of course
– and Burns had suspended his ass a couple times with a fair amount of
satisfaction in the past. But then
every beast had a use, and Burns felt he and Mr. Nick Foster could have some
important common interests at the moment…
The large-built
teenager took a seat across from Burns – he was quite bulky for his age,
it was no surprise he was the star defense player of Crawford Football…
“So,
Nick… I understand your
brother owns a paper products business….” Burns broke into the
subject.
“Yeah,
that’s right…”
“Well… that’s interesting… you see, we purchase a lot of
paper products for the school – we could do that through your brother’s
firm of course…”
“Aaah
sure…”
Burns looked at the
big kid in the eyes: “In
return for a bonus…”
“A bonus?”
“Yes… a
kick-back if you will... to be paid
to me… discreetly…”
Burns paused.
“You think you
could fix that for me, young Nick Foster?
I have to use an intermediary for this type of deal, you
see…”
Nick chuckled –
people always said Burns was a corrupt bastard, and here he was, looking at the
thing for real. And he really
couldn’t care less – make a little money for his big bro? That was all good. But then, how about Nick himself?
“Well,
sure…” the young man said.
“I’m up for that – but what’s in it for me?
Money?”
It was Burns’s
turn to let out a chuckle…
“Money is easy,
my young friend…” he said. “I’ll do you one
better… way better…”
“Yeah? What exactly will you do for me?”
Nick asked.
Burns chuckled again,
and took another puff from his cigar.
“You shall see, my young buck…”
***
Cathy was dressed no
less inappropriately than the day before in class – an armless, curve-hugging,
single piece red dress that came up to her neck but didn’t make it down
to her knees… 3-inch heels again and notably heavier make-up than would be acceptable
in a school setting.
Students seemed to
spend the entire class ogling at her and amusing themselves with their
heightened status. Gone were the
long lectures on Shakespeare.
Cathy’s class was now the lightest affair to be found on Crawford
High… Any kind of wisecrack
was tolerated; in fact met with deference by the young teacher… It seemed
Cathy would do anything to win back the approval of her students…
“Mr.
Foster” the young woman said, as the bell rang ending the class –
“could you stay a few minutes after the class?”
Nick put up his
typical smirk at Cathy’s request:
“Sure, teach, anything you need…”
They were alone in the
class soon enough. Cathy walked up
to the door and locked it as Nick watched with wondering eyes.
She walked back to
Nick - she was close enough to touch the big bully.
“Nick,
I’ve been such a bitch…” she whispered, as her hand went up
to his chest and caressed him over his shirt. “But the truth is, you just make
me sooo horny… Because
you’re so big and strong…
Because you could manhandle me in any way you wanted if it came down to
it… I’m supposed to be
the teacher, yet you make fun of me all the time… And I try to punish you, I
do… but deep down, I get so
turned on… being humiliated
and ridiculed like that by a strong man… being put down to my
place… it drives me
crazy… it makes me sooo wet…
and all I can think of is…. you grabbing me by my hair, tearing
away my clothes…. Right here
in the classroom… in front of everyone… and raping me like a helpless little
concubine… taking me by force
any way you wished…. making
me scream… in terror and
pleasure… that’s all I
can think of…”
She stopped and moved
her hand to the back of her dress, and started unzipping herself.
She whispered
again: “And then there is the
issue of the year-end evaluation – Mr. Burns made it clear to me, that,
without your approval I will fail no matter how I do with everyone
else…”
The dress dropped down
on the floor, leaving the ex-model-turned-teacher in one of her raciest
lingerie sets and the 3-inch heels.
“So, I’ll
be your little slut, Mr. Foster, Sir.
Your little slut dying to serve your pleasure and dying to get fucked by
you… Because I am wet for
it… Because I need your
approval… And because needing
your approval makes me all the more wet…”.
Nick’s excited
grin was almost ear to ear by now.
“I masturbated
myself to sleep so many nights, just imagining myself on my knees before you,
sucking on your powerful cock, Sir…” she said. “So, let me…” Cathy
whispered once more – and kneeled before her rowdiest student.
She unzipped the big
bully with the sluttiest smile she could muster.
“Slut, undo the
bra…” Nick interrupted.
“I wanna see those big fat tits…”
Cathy swallowed and
said ‘Yes, Sir’, her hands unclasping the bra, baring her chest to
her student…
She took Nick’s
hardened cock out, and licked at the head, still smiling like she was overcome
with pure lust for the oversized class-clown…
Her smile was
flawless…
Yet, she absolutely
hated the grinning, arrogant, shit-headed young bastard, deep down…
***
It was a week later
– Burns made a grunting sound, and grabbed the blonde locks at his
crotch, keeping Cindy’s bobbing head firmly in place as he ejaculated
down the cheerleader’s throat.
There just wasn’t anything like fucking a
seventeen-year-old’s pretty head – a pleasure he now enjoyed every
lunch break… And it was no
less a kick to know that the little slut’s sister had been kneeling right
at the same spot only that very morning, begging to be fucked by her Master, too. A wish that had been rudely granted, as
always… Burns had not told
either sister of the other one’s new duties for now – it just
seemed like a fantastic bit of amusing fun that had to be enjoyed at the right
time…
“You may go back
to class, slut” Burns said, zipping himself up as a clearly broken Cindy
got up on her feet obediently.
The whole school had
to be thinking Cooper sisters were out to outdo each other to catch more
attention from men - Cathy now always wore the raciest clothes imaginable for a
teacher in charge of teenagers, and her choice of clothing usually left far too
little for imagination as the tight fabrics and small attires hugged and
exposed every desirable curve.
Yet, it was Cindy who
provided the real fantasy at the expense of making herself the most ridiculed
and humiliated girl in the senior class.
Ever since Cindy had been introduced to the Minvari stone, she’d
been allowed to wear only one type of dress, except when she had cheerleader
practice: Schoolgirl outfits of
various types…
They were always too
short, too puny, too tight for her young and fit body… She went around the campus every single
day dressed as any dirty old man’s schoolgirl fantasy. Her own classmates seemed to love it no
less, even if she were now the butt of every joke in the senior class. She looked like she was trying to
impersonate the early days of Britney Spears and giving every guy within sight
a huge hard-on in the process – most of the boys in her class seemed to
be going nuts, with wide grins and stretched jeans, as they checked out Cathy
and Cindy non-stop every minute of the lecture…
Burns himself watched
the young tight ass barely covered under the small plaid skirt as Cindy made
herself out his office - he could almost summon her back in at once and rape
her sexy little ass right then…
But the intercom
buzzed again, to announce the arrival of none other than Nick Foster…
“Soo…”
Nick grinned wide as he took his seat across from Burns - he handed over a fat
envelope to the Principal.
“All there, Mr. Burns - $20,000 in bonus…”
Burns weighed the
envelope, smiled, and put it in his top drawer.
“And we do it
again next month, my brother says…”
“Well, tell your
brother, Crawford High is always glad to do business with such an upstanding,
exceptional firm – as long as the bonus keeps coming…”
“For
sure…” Nick smiled back.
“But, how about a little bonus for me?”
“I was under the
impression your English teacher has given you a nice time, my young
friend…”
“That’s
right – but how about the little cock-teasing slut who just walked out of
here… I get a boner big
enough to tear through my jeans every time I see her.”
Burns chuckled –
“What makes you think the younger Ms. Cooper would fancy you,
boy?”
“Well, for one
thing she walks around like she’d fancy any hard cock she could get her
hands on these days – even though she still thumbs her nose at me all the
time… And I think I know
why…”
“And why is
that?”
“You have some
kind of hold on that uppity slut, Burns… On both of them in
fact…”
“Is that
so?”
“Yeah – I
don’t care what or how…
I just want… a little
bonus for myself…”
Burns chuckled
dismissively, and took a puff from his cigar: “The bonus! Well then... next month I wanna see thirty large in
the envelope…!”
Nick grinned
back: “I’ll check it
with my brother…”
***
“Hello
Nick…”
Nick turned his head
and was surprised to see Cindy, standing right next to him. He was seated at the bar, joined by
couple of his teammates from the football team and Irene Cain, who was now
dating the QB – some rumored that this had been the cause of all the
cattiness between her and Cindy…
Pizza Pauly was often
the choice of hang-out in the evenings whenever the kids could stay out late,
as it was a rare shady spot that didn’t card and teenagers could grab a
beer away from peering eyes –as they were doing this evening.
“Why, boys,
isn’t it our new Britney Spears wanna-be…?” Irene flashed out
a mean smile.
The boys all seemed to
drink at the sight before them – they were onto their second beers each,
and already feeling tipsy.
“Well, hi there”
Nick chuckled. “I had no idea
you’re allowed to hang out at an establishments such as
this…”
“Normally
not” Cindy smiled, as best she could – under different
circumstances, if her mother found out where she was, she’d probably be
grounded for a month…
“So?” the
heavy built linebacker asked.
“I came to find
you Nick…”
“Yeah? What’s up then? I had no idea you liked to hang out with
me…”
“Nick…”
Cindy swallowed. Disobedience was
not an option; the mere thought filled her young heart with unbearable fear and
desperation. “I need a good,
hard fuck…” she said, her face burning red with humiliation.
Scott, the QB of the
team, couldn’t stop Budweiser bursting out of his mouth upon hearing this
– his girlfriend let out a jolly chuckle. The other two guys from the team were no
less shocked.
“I need to be
fucked Nick – I need it so badly, and you’re so strong… and
hard… Can’t you just take me to the backroom right now… And fuck me like a little bitch…”
“Cindy, you are
an even bigger slut then I ever imagined” Irene Cain said, clapping her
hands.
Unlike Irene,
Nick’s buddies were at a loss for words…
Cindy tried to ignore
the dumb-founded reaction she was getting from the boys and the delighted
chuckles of her social nemesis Irene even as her face continued to light up
with red shame…
“Please, Nick,
wouldn’t you just let me give you a good time… please… right here… I’ll be so good…”
“Oh, well”
Nick laughed, and downed the rest of his beer. “When you got a slut begging to be
fucked, what you gonna do?”
He grabbed Cindy by
the arm rudely and dragged her to the back of the bar, where there was a
storage room – soon the odd couple had disappeared behind the door, as
Nick’s amazed friends looked from behind with unbelieving eyes…
Inside, Nick ordered
with glee: “Strip,
slut… completely”
Soon, Cindy’s
schoolgirl uniform was dropped on the ground. She was left fully naked as she bent
over the heavy boxes populating the storage room.
Nick had undone his
jeans - he grabbed Cindy by the waist…
He entered her with
all his might – the football player had to be a full foot taller than the
girl and weigh twice as much…
He was rewarded with the loud yelp he was shooting for.
“Take that
uppity bitch” he grunted, as he entered forcefully again, making Cindy
scream.
“Little Miss
Goody Two shoes…”
“Take it,
cock-teasing cunt… take it
all…”
“Cheap
whore… No more thumbing your nose at me…”
Each verbal insult was
paired with a hard slam from Nick and Cindy’s shrieks – until the
girl was moaning constantly from the brutal ravishing her nubile body
took… the pleasure, for what
is was worth, was mixed unrecognizably with the shock of pain and humiliation. She was crying, and sweating like an
animal…
“Now…”
Nick said after five minutes of uninterrupted assault, grunting happily. “I always thought a spoiled,
cock-teasing cunt like you needs a hard fucking in the ass to learn her
place…”
Nick ignored her
classmate’s desperate pleas with glee and positioned his member right
behind her bottom… He was
besides himself with delight - who else could ever claim to have fucked both
Cooper sisters?
Cindy’s screams
became so loud, they could now be heard at the bar – in any other place,
it could have caused shock, but Pizza Pauly was seedy enough that it seemed to
cause merely dirty chuckles among the patrons close enough to be hearing
it.
“Hey, maybe Nick
will let us take the next round” one of his friends said. “That slut needs more than one guy
tonight, I’d say…”
As the other two guys
high-fived, Scott looked at Irene like a kitten.
“Oh, what the
hell” Irene said, “You can fuck her too… Fucking that slut is like masturbating
anyway…”
Her boyfriend was
grinning uncontrollably, but Irene cut it out: “But, I want pictures of that
bitch. Pictures with a hard cock in
her mouth and lots of cumm on that haughty face of hers… So, make sure to take your phone with
you…”
***
Cindy stood before
Burns’s desk a week later…
She was fidgeting
nervously – Burns sniggered from within: Where had that uppity, overly confident
young girl gone? No more dismissive
looks, no more back talk, no more making fun of her superiors, no more opinionated
Miss Goody Two Shoes - no more
deliberately trying to cock-tease her teachers and classmates into abject
frustration… Though dressed
as the school slut now, she surely provided much more arousal on campus than
she would have ever wished for…
“So, I
understand, you were late to Mrs. Stratford’s class, Cindy…”
Cindy swallowed
– it was true, she’d arrived merely a minute late. A totally minor offense that she would
not have cared about one iota just a week ago. But now any minor wrongdoing was good
enough to give Burns an excuse to discipline his most obedient
student… If Burns wanted to
discipline her, he would always find a reason, Cindy knew that, but she still
cursed herself for providing an easy excuse. She knew what was in store, and her
heart sank with frustration:
She’d be spanked like a 6-year old brat soon, and then fucked by
Burns, the very man she used to ridicule as despicable and disgusting not so
long ago…
The intercom
buzzed: “Cathy Cooper is
here, Mr. Burns” the secretary announced.
Burns leaned into the
intercom: “Very well, send
her in, and please notify all related parties that both Cathy and Cindy Cooper
will be missing classes in the afternoon…”
Cindy tensed even more
– since her nightmare had begun with Burns, she had hardly spoken with
her big sister. It seemed they were
throwing disapproving looks at each other from afar all the time. Now, what was this?
Cathy walked in, only
to be surprised by finding Cindy was in Burns’s office as well. “What is she doing here,
Sir?” she asked apprehensively.
Burns viewed both
young women delightfully – they both looked good enough to eat, in their
own slutty ways: Cindy dressed in a
version of her Catholic Schoolgirl outfit, which made her all the rage among
students and teachers alike these days, and Cathy once again in an attire
wildly inappropriate for a teacher; namely, a pleated, puffy mini-skirt in
fire-hydrant red and a white blouse that threatened to become transparent in
the right light…
Burns hardly had
anything to do in the afternoon – and he could hardly imagine spending better
time than putting the Cooper sisters through their paces… together, at last…
“Well, Cathy,
your baby sister is here, because she is to be punished”.
“Mr. Burns, Sir,
please leave her out of this…” the young teacher pleaded, only
drawing a laugh out of the Principal.
“Stupid! –
she is already in it up to her delicate neck…”. Burns turned to Cindy, and ordered: “Cindy, tell the big sis what you
are…”
Cindy swallowed hard
– she was so humiliated, she could only look at the floor. She could not face Cathy. But Burns was losing his patience
– he repeated himself:
“Come on, stupid
girl, lift your head up and tell Cathy what you are, like you’ve been
taught…! Or Else!”
Cindy wanted to resist
– but the mere idea was too horrific to ponder, the panic and pain too
much to bear even after a few seconds.
Disobedience was not an option.
So, she forced her head up, her face burning red:
“I am Principal
Burns’s little bitch…
His little fucktoy… He
can fuck me any way he likes, anywhere he likes, any time he likes… He can punish me, discipline me, abuse
me, humiliate me in any way he sees fit – he is my Master and Owner. I am his little teen sex slave.”
Cindy continued
without missing a beat:
“I am only good
for serving and pleasuring him. I
am his whore – his little teen whore, so I must always dress like the
little teen whore that I am…
I am his schoolgirl slut…
I must always give every man a big hard-on, because that is what I am
good for… I love it when men
imagine raping me… fucking me in every way imaginable…”
She continued:
“I love to be
raped and humiliated by Principal Burns… I love to have my face fucked by
Principal Burns… I love to be
disciplined by Principal Burns…
Because he’s my owner, and my superior, and my better... I am his property, his little cunt, who
needs be constantly fucked and abused…”
The girl was near
tears in humiliation as she said these things in front of her sister.
Cathy watched his
sister recite the horrible, shameful lines in dread. She wanted to scream and stop her at
once – but the conditioning was just too strong to break. And she could see it now, she
understood: Cindy was under the
spell of Burns, too, and there was not a thing she could do to put a stop to
it.
“Indeed…” Burns chuckled. “And now, since I have both my
pretty little sex kittens here at my disposal, I will take the afternoon to get
a little entertainment… But first the punishment for Cindy’s little
misdeed…”
Cindy looked at Cathy,
and she too understood.
Burns couldn’t care
less.
“Atta
girl..” Burns spoke to Cindy.
“Off with that slutty whore outfit – get totally naked, lay
down on the desk – you know the drill, naughty bitch…”
Cindy stepped out of
her skirt and undid her blouse, her hands shaking.
Next went her underwear…
Burns leaned back on
his leather chair and lit up his cigar with a happy smirk.
“First comes the
punishment…” he said as he took a puff, “then the sisterly
love…”
The way both girls
tensed at that suggestion gave Burns an immediate hard-on.
“Oh yeah”,
he smirked. “Can’t wait
to watch the hot model-turned-teacher screw her baby sister – always
loved a little lesbian show..! Girls
fucking each other for men…
Hot sisters even!”
“Know what
– Cathy bitch, you strip too… fully nude.. And grab the ruler… You’re gonna beat the baby
slut’s ass until I say stop…
as hard as you can… if
you know what’s good for the both of you…”
Cathy wanted to
disappear into the ground – instead, she undid her own skirt and blouse,
one eye on her nude, trembling sister, one eye on the scary wooden ruler she
had to use on her for the amusement of their Master…
The revulsion and
shame she felt was immeasurable…
Yet, there was no way
out…
The hold of the stone
was too much to overcome…
***
6 weeks later…
Burns was seated in
his office, eyeing the pictures on his computer with great distaste –
they had been sent to him by an anonymous e-mailer, showing the makings of a
web site, not yet unveiled. A web site dedicated to Cooper Sisters of Crawford
High… This could be trouble, major fuckin’ trouble…
The pictures left
little to speculation:
There she was –
none other than Cathy Copper, respected English Literature teacher with top
standing in Crawford High records, getting gang-banged by a roomful of high
school football players… That
had been Nick’s request of course; the possibility of a blow-job from Ms.
Cooper for each sack or touchdown had proven to be the major motivator in the
semi-final victory against Greenwood High.
It was perhaps inevitable that the post-game entertainment for the
select few had turned into the entire team running a train on their sexy
teacher… The victory in the
final had been rewarded with an even more generous bonus of pairing the sisters
for the boys – Burns did not see any evidence of those in the pictures,
but he was afraid they would be recorded somewhere else as well…
There were plenty of
pictures of sister-on-sister action in the collection anyway:
Some of them seemed to
be right in his office, even though he did not appear in any of the pictures
– anyone other than Cathy or Cindy were always blurred anyway. He was certain the Principal’s
office was easily recognizable to anyone at Crawford High. There they were, both girls fully naked,
Cindy giving Cathy a bare-handed spanking, in a role reversal, right on
Burns’s leather couch…
There she was, Cathy fucking the daylights out of her baby sister with a
huge black strap-on… Cindy
sucking on her sister’s rubber cock after she’d been violated by
it… And a long, sweet lesbian pairing, lots of kisses and fondling, on
the same leather couch – Burns recalled directing numerous such sessions
no matter how much the girls abhorred them, usually ending in a tight 69
pairing, with extra severe punishment for any slut that failed to orgasm 3
times in 15 minutes. There
were plenty of pictures of those 69-endings, too. And their faces always had that slutty,
forced smile Burns demanded – no matter how revolted the girls were,
there was never any disobedience or protest that these pictures could testify
to.
Burns clicked on
another picture, and saw Cathy on her knees, her blonde mane buried between the
naked, fat thighs of another woman - that had to have been Monica,
Burns’s fat secretary.
She’d been aware of everything going on of course, what with being
next door. So, Burns had allowed
the fat dyke to have a little action too – was it her who’d done
this, took the pictures? But
she’d never betray Burns, would she?
Not with the big fat checks she was getting as part of Burns’s
side businesses.
Could it be the little
shit Nick Foster? But he was in
plenty of pictures himself, blurred face or not: Nick screwing his English teacher, Nick
screwing the head cheerleader – there had to be a dozen of those
pictures. More than Burns would
have liked to see, and certainly more than he was aware of… Maybe it was him after all, the dumb
son-of-a-bitch… If that was
the case, he’d pay dearly; Burns would make sure of that.
More stuff from
Nick: There were pictures of Cindy
– evidently taken at the annual office party of Nick’s brother,
which featured the blonde teen in her usual school-girl outfit, and grinning
drunk men taking all sorts of liberties with Nick’s
“guest”. Burns
couldn’t imagine that ended well for the girl…
But it wasn’t
all Nick’s doing – there had to be a dozen pictures of Cathy giving
blow-jobs to one student after another – all taken in her classroom of
course. Evidently, the young
teacher had worked really hard to get a passing grade from her students, just
as Burns had instructed.
And then of course
pictures of Mo, the giant black janitor, with the girls – that had been
Burns’s own birthday gift to the 6-foot-6, 300-pound, colossal man, just
for the amusement factor. The girls
had hated it of course, but it hardly mattered: There they were in the picture, Cindy
licking Mo’s black balls, while Cathy tried to fit into her mouth just a
quarter of the man’s enormous black dick…
The intercom buzzed:
“Mr. Burns,
there is a Richard Harrington here to see you…”
It took Burns some
time to figure out this was the man Cathy had dumped per his orders, but he
seemed fairly civil as he sat across from the Principal in what seemed to be an
extremely well-tailored and expensive suit…
“How can I help
you, Mr. Harrington?” Burns asked.
“Well, first a
question” the younger man replied.
“Have you seen the proposed web site – dedicated to one of
your students here and a teacher?”
Burns was taken aback
briefly. Then he managed to put up
a smile: “So, that was your
doing then…”
“Well,
mostly…” Richard smiled back.
“Regardless – it could turn into a major scandal for the
school and for yourself, wouldn’t you agree?”
“It would seem
so…”
“Indeed –
however, we could make it all go away… No pictures, no web site… No scandal…”
“In return for
what?”
Richard paused for a
moment or two. “Them. I want them…”
“What do you
mean? You mean you want Cathy back?
Your fiancé?”
“Yes” the
younger man replied sternly.
“After she
fucked and sucked half the school here?
That’s the fiancé you want?”
Richard laughed out
loud: “No way of course
– I wouldn’t so much as be seen in public with that slut
again… But, I do realize
what’s going on here, Mr. Burns – you have some kind of hold on
her. Her and her little slutty
sister. I want that control to be
transferred to me…”
“You
see…” Richard continued.
“After Cathy dumped me so unceremoniously, I’ve started
dating another sexy lady…
Another model in fact – not an ex-model like Cathy but a model
that is still working. And she has certain
leanings… shall we say…
of the dominant sort who likes women…”
“So, let me get
this straight” Burns took a puff from the cigar he’d lit up –
“You’re dating a model who’s also a bisexual
dominatrix… How much wealth
do you actually have Mr. Harrington?”
Richard smiled:
“Enough…”. He
continued: “In fact,
she’s even worked with Cathy many times in the past – she’s
not a big fan of my ex…
Whatever problems they may have had is not my concern of
course… What is interesting
is that a gift of two helpless sex slaves – indeed consisting of Cathy
and her own sister – would rightly drive my girl crazy with
pleasure…”. He checked
his tie unconsciously and continued: “And, I would get a big kick out of
it too, if I dare say…”
“I
see…” Burns nodded.
“So, this is the
gift I want to give, Mr. Burns.
Cathy and Cindy.
You’ll be rid of a pending scandal – but that’s not
all: I am prepared to pay you $1
million for your loss… That,
surely, must be an attractive deal?”
Burns pondered for a
minute. He was only pretending to
weigh his options.
“I am not
particularly attached to them…” he finally said. “For a million bucks, hell, you
can have them, Harrington…”
“Excellent..!”
“Except, I want
one thing: I want to know who
helped you. I’m not
stupid. There was obviously someone
who was spying for you here on campus, sneaking around, taking all those
pictures… I want the
name.”
“Well…”
Richard seemed to ponder.
“What the heck…”
***
“So, Miss
Cain…”
Burns checked out the
student seated in front of her. He
found the resemblance between Irene Cain and Jessica Alba amazing – and
this was enough to get him excited to no end… Not to mention there was a score to
settle, no?
Irene eyed Burns with
the typical distaste all her schoolmates had for the creepy Principal. She was certain he was checking her out
as usual, and that was enough to make her disgusted and irate at the same time.
“I gather you
must be the hottest, most popular girl on the cheerleading squad these days, now
that Cindy Cooper decided to take a leave of absence… Didn’t like being number 2 much,
did you?”
Irene’s face lit
up with anger but she did not seem to want to engage in a conversation.
“Whatever you
say, Mr. Burns…” she said dismissively.
“And I hear from
the rumor mills that there was the issue of… Mr.
Scott Curtis, the QB of our outstanding football team… You were bothered that he seemed to be
taking some obvious interest in Cindy, no?”
“What’s
all this to you Mr. Burns?” Irene asked angrily. “Cindy was a slut, everyone got to
see that fact in the last few months...
And some enjoyed it quite a bit too as far as I can tell… And if she’s gone, well, all the
better for the reputation of Crawford High…!”
“Perhaps that is
why you bothered to collect photographic evidence of what was going on here at
Crawford High… And passed it
on to Mr. Harrington…”
The girl was suddenly
surprised.
“Perhaps, in the
hopes that your little rival’s humiliation would be broadcast to the
world freely?”
Irene fidgeted on her
seat, but did not say a word.
“Too bad”
Burns noted deeply. “Her sister has had to leave, too, of course –
lovely slut, Cathy Cooper…”
Irene seemed shocked
with the vulgarity and directness of the Principal.
“So, now that my
favorite two toys are taken from me, I will need to replace them…”
Burns noted.
He imagined the girls
were probably being taken down to a dungeon underneath Harrington’s
big-ass mansion to meet their cruel new Mistress even as he spoke… Cathy to be abused, fucked, and
humiliated in the hands of a cruel ex-rival and an amused ex-fiancé who
wanted pay-back… And Cindy as
the delectable bonus…
Burns had taken out
the Minvari stone – he started rolling it in the air.
Irene’s eyes
started flashing…
“Let’s find
out who’s the biggest slut this campus has ever seen, shall we? Cindy Cooper or Irene Cain?”
– Burns was already unzipping his pants…
Even as her world
started rolling, Irene understood – it was Burns’s doing…
It had all been his doing…
All along…
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Cindy Silver Eyes
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(That’s
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