A Proper Counselor
by Cypress_z
Mrs. Jane Stevens was one of the most accomplished psychologists in the state. She had enough degrees and practical experience to run her own research institute. She'd graduated from Stanford, for goodness sakes!
Which is precisely why she was so very angry that the principal of the high school was chewing her out over her attire. It was her passion that demanded she work as a high school counselor, despite her higher callings. She had been offered jobs with three figures before – numerous jobs. The principal should have been on his knees, begging her to stay, offering to give her anything she needed.
“Look at you,” he said, “you're dressing all in black, in enough layers that you'd think we live in Alaska! The students are afraid of you.”
That much was true. She loved helping high school students, but she had never attempted to be anything other than intimidating. She wanted to be intimidating. Distant and powerful.
“Good.” She said, hautily. “A little bit of fear keeps them honest. That way they don't lie when they talk to me. I can't cure their problems if they don't tell me the truth.”
“Do you even know what they're calling you these days?” He asked. “They're calling you the Wicked Witch of West End High. That's one of the nicer names, by the way. I'm sure you can imagine one of the common variations.”
She smirked, happily. “I don't care what they call me,” she said. “You can't argue with my results.”
The principal frowned. No, he couldn't possibly argue with her managing to bust a massive underground drug trade, although he clearly wasn't happy about the scandal. The school's reputation had taken a massive hit.
“Date rape drugs.” She said, tapping her finger on his desk for emphasis. “Flowing into this school from someone outside it. I couldn't catch him, but I did get rid of the cache.”
“By bullying a teenage girl.” He said, still frowning. “Mrs. Stevens, your job is NOT to play private detective. I'm not a psychologist, but I'm quite certain what you did borders on violating patient confidentiality. And the girl certainly isn't enjoying the treatment she's getting from her classmates now. Of course we're quite happy that she is no longer being fed date rape drugs,” His tone somehow implying he wasn't happy about it at all, “but your methods – the presence you give off to the students. It's not healthy. A school counselor needs to be someone troubled teens can approach for help with their problems. Not someone they're afraid of. I want you to stop being so overbearing toward the students. And I want you to stop dressing like that. Lighten up some.”
“I don't have to work here.” She said. “You know damn well I'm vastly overqualified for this job. Any other school would be on its hands and knees begging for me to be their school counselor.” She rose, finger pointed at him. “And you know how rich my family is. This is a private school – one my family can easily buy out. It would be incredibly easy for them to simply buy the school, and put you on the street.” With that, she simply turned and walked out. The principal said nothing to her retreating figure. She had clearly left him speechless.
Several days later, she heard a knock on her door. The principal was there with a small package under his arm. It was the first she'd seen him since their discussion.
Despite her warnings, he did not seem properly cowed. If anything, he looked determined.
“What do you want,” she all but snarled.
“This came in the mail for you.” He said, with a slight smirk of his own. “Cutting edge new research about new techniques for high school counselors. The research behind it hasn't even been released to the public or peer reviewed yet. It's only been sent to a few schools across the country for initial testing.”
She was astonished. He was here to give her lessons? Her? She gathered herself up to unleash a torrent of angry remarks that would end with her calling her mother to buy out the school. Before she could start, however, he shoved the package at her.
“It comes from a doctor Shiro Patterson.” He said, flatly.
That stopped her cold. Shiro was a student at the same time she was at Stanford.
She had worked next to a lot of people, but he was the only one even remotely close to matching her. He'd been her rival for years. If it weren't for the fact that she'd blackmailed her professors into reducing his grades, he might have even surpassed her.
He was also a terrible pervert. Rumors of scandal had dogged him his entire career. He'd never actually been implicated in any of the well-hushed rape scandals at the school, but that was only because he'd always had a lot of people to vouch for him, sometimes including the staff. He was very popular in a way she had never been. The fact that he was doing teenage psychological research too was just the icing on the creepy cake. She hated the idea of him getting anywhere near her students.
“Give it to me,” She said, snatching the package out of the principal’s hands. She ripped it open, revealing a DVD case. She took a few moments to look at it with intense concentration. The cover was a simple, black and white printed label that said, 'High School Counselor's education'. She was excited. Incredibly excited. She would watch this video, and tear it apart. When he sent it out for peer review, his career would be over. She was broken out of her reverie by a slight cough, suddenly aware of the principal again. “Well?” She said abruptly. “Is that it? If so, get out. I don't want to see you in here again.”
The tall man snarled and stepped out of the room. “Really,” she said to herself. “The audacity of trying to educate me on how to be a high school counselor!”
She stuck her tongue out at the closed door in a silly and childish gesture. But it did do something to relieve her anger.
In a moment, however, she had forgotten all about him. Her door was locked and she had taken out the DVD and a pen and paper. Practically skipping, she traveled back to her desk, and put the DVD in the computer.
It looked like there was a single video, about an hour long. Readying her pen and paper, she opened the one labeled “lesson 1”.
She was promptly treated to a view of a high school, and the unmistakable sound of 90's educational video music. She laughed to herself quietly, and started taking notes. If he'd sunk to this level, she might not even have to do any work to ruin his career. The image switched to students wandering the halls. This was clearly stock footage, the students even looked like they were from the 90's.
“In High Schools today, students undergo incredible strain as they try to balance the pressures of study, afterschool work and romance.” The image changed to two teenagers kissing chastely. She rolled her eyes. She recognized the voice, of course. It was clearly Shiro's voice, about as deep and resonant as it had ever been. The screen flickered slightly and changed back to the hallway view.
She frowned at the flicker. Had she gotten a scratched DVD, or were his production values really that bad? The screen flickered again. Maybe there was something wrong with this crappy school computer's video card? She'd have to check after the video was over. She shook her head and turned her attention back to the monitor.
“In the modern educational system, the school counselor is the primary go-to person to help them deal with these matters and relieve their stress. This video is designed to help teach high school counselors to better deal with their students, coworkers, and superiors.”
“Hmph.” she said, frowning at the screen. Superiors. That principal certainly wasn't superior to her in any respect. The video flickered again. That was getting incredibly annoying.
“These videos are designed to be watched in sequence once a week. At the end of this course, you will have learned all the skills necessary to be a better counselor, a better coworker, and a better person. Let us begin.”
The video seemed like the typical trite crap they pushed on first year psychology students and people in team building seminars.
As the video wound on, she felt herself feeling more and more uncomfortable. An uneasy pressure was growing behind her eyes. Maybe it was the flicker. It seemed to get worse as the video went on, but she was determined to watch it all the way through. She would find something she could use to ruin his career.
The minutes wound on. The pressure became a pounding headache. She gritted her teeth and kept watching.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the video ended.
Jane felt incredibly hot, and her head pounded like her brain was trying to escape her skull. She took off her heavy black jacket and pulled off her glasses, and began massaging her temples.
“Well that was pointless.” She said. She'd carefully taken notes the whole time, but she'd found nothing to really fault in the research. It was just basic information anyone would know.
Maybe there was something in one of the other videos, but she didn't have them and certainly didn't feel like doing anything else at the moment. Just sitting and keeping her eyes closed. She pulled out the DVD and threw it in the drawer.
A week later, the principal came in with yet another package. Like before, she had barely seen him since then, which was more or less how she wanted it. She had kept up her investigation in secret, trying to find out if any of the students that came to her with their worthless little problems with homework and dating knew anything about it. Unfortunately, she hadn't discovered anything.
She was ready to chew him out like last time, but suddenly didn't feel like she had the energy. “Just leave it on the desk and get out,” she said tartly.
He sat the package down on the desk. Suddenly she could hear Shiro's voice in her head. “A good counselor is respectful to her superiors...”
“Thank you.” She said, grabbing the package.
The principal smiled, looking down at her. “You're welcome.”
She frowned and shook her head slightly. Why had she done that? She despised this man.
“Now get out. I really want to watch this video, and don't need you standing over me.”
His smile faded, and he turned and left without a word.
“Asshole,” She said to the closed door.
Putting the DVD in, she opened up the file named, “Lesson 2.”
Like the first one, this one seemed to be comprised mostly of stock footage and poorly made. It even had the same annoying flicker as the first. She tsked, annoyed, and reached for her pen.
Starting, she realized she hadn't got the pen and notepad out. She was tempted to pause the video and get it out of her desk, but didn't really feel like it. She'd watch the video again later to check for mistakes, and she had a nearly perfect memory, after all.
Like the first video, this was just basic nonsense. Be kind to your students. Be a good coworker. Be respectful to your superiors.
Just junk. She tried keeping mental notes, but the material was just so bland and so boring that she felt it slipping away. The headache started to come back, and she found it impossible to concentrate.
Her jacket felt way too hot again. Over the past week, she'd been taking the thing off more and more, leaving it in her office whenever she went out. She wondered if maybe she should just start leaving it at home.
Her headache was raging. Her head just felt so tight. She absentmindedly reached up and undid her bun, allowing her long blond hair to come flowing down over her shoulders. It wasn't very professional, but she was alone in her office. She immediately felt better.
The video continued on, repeating the same stuff it had already said a dozen times already. She started to get incredibly bored. After about a half hour, she started to mockingly repeat everything it said.
“A counselor must always be respectful to her students,” The video said for the fiftieth time.
“A counselor must always be respectful to her students,” she sarcastically repeated.
“A counselor must always be respectful to her coworkers,” Shiros voice droned.
“A counselor must always be respectful to her coworkers,” she said in annoyingly high pitched voice.
“A counselor must always be respectful to her superiors,” The video repeated.
“A counselor must always be respectful to her superiors, no matter how much of a stupid asshole they are,” She said, somehow rolling her eyes without letting them leave the screen.
It became a little game to her. The video would repeat something and she would try to make up a new way of mocking it.
“If Shiro is this bad at making these videos” she thought to herself, I really don't have anything to worry about. He'll destroy his career all on his own.
She changed tacts. This time, she did her best to imitate his voice as perfectly as possible.
“A counselor shows her respect with her body language,” Shiros voice said.
“A counselor shows her respect with her body language,” she repeated. She almost giggled at her attempt to imitate his voice.
“A counselor shows her respect with her demeanor.”
“A counselor shows her respect with her demeanor,” she said.
“A counselor shows her respect with her actions.”
“A counselor shows her respect with her actions,” She repeated. Somewhere along the line, she'd decided to drone the words in as flat a voice as possible, like some kind of zombie. That seemed hilarious to her, so she kept it up.
The hour was almost up. Despite her headache, she felt giddy. It wouldn't be much longer before she was done with this, and could go back to her work. After all, there were a lot of students that needed her, and it wouldn't be very respectful to keep them waiting.
Another week passed. She came to work in a dark blue jacket and skirt. It was way too hot to wear black anymore. It was really weird for it to be this hot in the fall. As soon as she came in, she took the jacket off and tossed it over her chair.
She started in on her work far more diligently than she used to. Checking files, cleaning her office. It was only natural – she had a lot of pride in her work. More than ever recently.
She had her hair back in a ponytail now. It was less professional, but not nearly so hot and stuffy. Besides, the principal and the teachers seemed happy with it. She didn't want to bother with putting her hair up right now anyway. It seemed like every time she tried, her head was burning up and she'd get a terrible headache. Maybe she should just cut it short.
The door opened and the principal walked in. She smiled at him warmly. He'd been a lot more respectful to her lately. So had the teachers. Maybe he was finally getting the idea that he couldn't tell her what to do.
“Another package for you,” he said warmly.
“Oh good,” she said, straightening the degrees hanging on her wall. “Put it on my desk, please.”
He set the brown wrapped package down, then stood at the front of her desk. She was aware he was looking at her, trying to decide whether or not to say something.
He spoke slowly. “The students have been talking to me lately,” he said. “They've been telling me how much better you've been doing the past week. They say you've been warming up to them quite a bit. And the other teachers say you've been a lot more friendly too.”
She blushed a bit. She'd never been a popular person, in spite of her attractive physique. Most people just couldn't respect her intelligence. But lately, this school seemed different somehow. The other teachers seemed nicer to her, and she'd felt like being a little bit nicer to them. She'd even started paying a bit of attention to the students who came in to see her, spending less and less time trying to bully them into giving her information about the drugs.
“Well, I've just been showing them a little bit of proper respect.” She said, smiling. Praise like this felt really weird. It was something she hadn't really experienced before. “A good counselor is respectful to her students and coworkers.”
“I see. Well Mrs. Stevens, I have my own duties to attend to. I hope you enjoy the video.”
“Of course.” She beamed.
He started to turn and walk out, but stopped for a moment and gave her a long gaze. It traveled up her legs, to her butt, to her hips, to her waist, to her breasts... and lingered.
Was he... was he checking her out? She felt outraged, ignoring the little tingle of pleasure it gave her. She opened her mouth to chew him out... but found herself licking her lips instead, swallowing her comment. It wasn't professional of him, but it wouldn't be very respectful of her to chew out her boss, even over something like this.
Wait. What was she thinking? She could have this man fired for this sort of thing! This was sexual harassment! She was about to chew him out, however disrespectful it might have been, but he abruptly turned and left before she could make herself say anything.
“Creep.” She said to the closed door, and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. That was a terrible thing to say about her superior! Surely she wouldn't have actually said it to his face!
She went back to the desk and opened the package, getting out the DVD. “Okay, sure” she said to herself, “He checked you out. And a few weeks ago, you would have torn his head off for it. But you're pretty hot, and a lot of guys just can't help it.”
Yeah, that was it, she mused. Her clothes were a lot thinner lately, though still very professional, and she was being a lot more friendly with him. It still wasn't appropriate, and she would have to talk with him, but maybe she could do it a bit more... respectfully. At a proper time. “Yeah, that's right.”
She put it out of her mind and sat down to watch the DVD. Despite how bored she'd been with the last two videos, she felt elated to view another one. Maybe it was just mocking it that made it fun. She didn't bother grabbing her pen and paper. She knew these things were all but worthless, but watching them was somehow fun in the same way watching a B-horror film was.
She opened lesson three.
The video opened a lot like the first two, and she immediately found herself playing the little game from last time, monotonically repeating what it said. She wondered for a moment if she could make a drinking game out of it instead, but immediately decided against it. The video repeated itself so often that she would need a trip to the hospital after about five minutes. Besides, she couldn't drink at work.
The annoying flickers were still there, but they weren't giving her nearly so bad of a headache as they did before.
“A counselor is always respectful,” She mockingly droned.
“A counselor is always obedient.”
“A counselor always does what she is told.”
“It's not respectful to disobey.”
“A counselor is always respectful to her students, coworkers, and superiors.”
She held back a laugh. This was so awful.
“A counselor is always willing to help out students with romantic problems,” she repeated. The screen switched to two girls making out furiously in the halls while other students walked by impassively. She couldn't help it. These depictions of cheesy teenage romance were just too much. She started giggling.
Suddenly she had this insane idea. Shiro had spent most of their college years trying to outdo her in class or get into her pants. She'd spent this entire time mocking his stupid little videos. It was silly and childish, but...
She glanced away from the video for a second. The door was locked and closed. The windows were closed and the blinds were drawn. No one would be able to see in.
“A counselor shows her respect with her body language,” She absentmindedly repeated, sliding her hand down under her skirt.
Her fingertips brushed across her panties lightly, stroking her sex underneath. They were already soaking wet.
This is what he had always wanted. This is what he could never, ever have. This felt like the greatest way to mock him.
“A counselor's body language should always be sexy,” She droned. Sexy. Hah! Of course her body language was always sexy. Sliding her fingers up and down her sex as she repeated the words in the video gave her a warm and glowing feeling of superiority.
“A sexy counselor should always show off her body,” she repeated. This was what Shiro had always wanted. Oh, how it would drive him crazy if he knew! She took off her skirt and threw it to the floor. If he wanted her to show off her body, she would show off her body. But he would never see it.
Somehow, the idea made her feel incredibly hot.
His voice was distorted now, and it sounded like she had cotton stuffed in her ears. She repeated the words, but couldn't remember what she'd said. Something about being horny.
And she was horny. She was incredibly horny. The thought of Shiro, his geeky body with all it's lanky proportions, the thought of him with lust in his eyes, wanting but never getting to touch, made her feel like she had a furnace inside of her. Her stomach was tingling, tingling, tingling. Her fingers slid up and down faster, and faster, and faster. She tried to push her legs wider, to show the screen her body. Her feet were on her chair, her hips thrust at the monitor, fingers working at a lightning speed.
Suddenly she could feel the pressure building up in her body, building between her legs. She felt like a dam about to burst.
“LOOK AT ME, SHIRO!” She shouted, fingers almost touching the monitor as she thrust her hips forward. The pleasure suddenly became overwhelming, incredible. She felt it radiate out in waves, matching her pounding heartbeat. The waves merged together, and all she could think, all she could feel, was an unending surge of wonderful, wonderful pleasure.
She sagged down into her chair, pleasure faded, breathing still heavy. The video had ended.
“Hah...” She gasped, smiling. That had been the best way of mocking him she could think of. “I showed him... I showed him...”
Several days later, Ms. Stevens walked into the teacher's lounge. She didn't bother spending much time here since she didn't care to socialize with the other teachers or watch the TV, but lately she felt like coming in more often.
The strange fall heat had increased, so she'd bought some new clothes for the weather. A tight button down white business shirt and a short light blue skirt that came down to her mid-thigh. It wasn't really professional, but with the heat lately, nobody objected. If anything, the teachers seemed to be following her example. Some had skirts even shorter than hers were!
They were clearly just trying to show off their bodies. Completely unprofessional. Absentmindedly, she undid the top button of her shirt, showing off the skin underneath. They were nothing like her.
Apparently the principal had gotten some videos for the teachers as well, as she clearly recognized Shiro's voice booming out of the TV screen.
She noted with amusement that most of the teachers had taken up her habit of mocking the stupid things, repeating the things it said in a dry monotone.
“A teacher should always be wet and horny for her superiors.” The teachers repeated in eerie unison.
Odd. She stopped for a moment and listened to the video. What was it she heard?
“A teacher should always show off her body to her students.”
Yes... There! That's it. It kept referring to teachers as being female. What an oddly sexist assumption in this day and age. Even this school had male teachers.
“A teacher should always show off her body to her superiors.”
She looked around the room. Actually, she didn't see any male teachers here. There were a bunch of female teachers now, all of them surprisingly young, legs spread and hands to their sides, watching the screen. What, were they fresh out of college? She considered this for a moment. Oh well, maybe the male teachers just retired. She couldn't remember there ever having been that many around here anyway.
The principal walked in, long strides confidently bringing him toward her. She actually felt a little giddy. Why hadn't she ever noticed how handsome he was?
“Hello Ms. Stevens!” He boomed happily. “It's nice to see you in here. You're usually just hiding in your office.” He stepped too close. Her head swam.
“Oh, I guess I'm just feeling a bit more sociable these days.” He was only inches away from her. She felt like she should step back, but somehow couldn't force herself to do it.
“Well, why not sit with the teachers and watch the rest of this video? I'm sure they won't mind.”
She laughed. He had the most amazing masculine scent. “Oh come on. I'm not a teacher, I'm a school counselor. I mean, just listen to them.”
“A teacher should keep her legs spread. A teacher should show off her panties.”
“See? A teacher should this, and a teacher should that. I'd feel silly.”
He laughed and somehow stepped in closer. They were practically touching now. “Oh, don't be absurd, Jane!” She felt a warm surge of elation inside. He called her by her first name.
“The other teachers really like you, and I know they'd like you to join them. Wouldn't you girls?” He called out to the side.
“A teacher should always cooperate with her coworkers.” The group said in unison.
“Oh...” She whined. “I hate to say it, but I don't like those videos. They're so boring.”
“Come on, Jane.” He leaned in close enough that it seemed like he was going to kiss her. “It would only be respectful.”
She stiffened, suddenly. Was he implying she wasn't being respectful to her coworkers? The nerve! She pushed him away roughly and he stumbled back. He was clearly surprised.
“Fine, I'll watch the stupid video. But after that, I'm going back to my office.”
He regained his composure and smiled. “I'm glad to hear it. I've got another video coming in for you on Monday. Now I won't bother you any longer. You have fun with the teachers.”
She felt tempted to give him the finger, but instead just turned away and started walking toward an open spot on one of the couches. Suddenly, she felt a hard smack on her behind.
“See you Monday, Jane. Oh, and forget that stupid drug thing. It's a waste of your time and won't matter in a short while anyway.” The principal called as he walked out the door.
“That- That!” She started, furious. She was tempted to chase after him and chew him out, but found herself sitting instead.
As she started repeating in unison with the teachers, she did her best to calm herself. Yes, he'd put his... hand... on her butt. That was clearly sexual harassment. But then again, she had been trying to show off her body more lately. And she did like all the attention she was getting from the male students and him. She'd even gotten a few “nice ass!” comments from some of the male students this week. She'd sent them to detention of course, but she couldn't help being flattered.
Maybe she should just relax and forget about it. After all, she thought as she followed along with the video,
“A teacher should always show off her ass.”
Monday rolled around and Jane was watching her video. Her clothes were on the floor, and she was completely naked. Somehow, it just felt right. Her fingers slid in and out of her sex, and she moaned breathily as the video continued.
“The changes are good,” She moaned. “The changes are right.”
There were certainly a lot of changes lately. She and the other teachers had begun wearing less and less clothing. She'd heard that the students would get their own videos soon.
She felt an incredible thrill as she chanted along with the video telling her stupid and basic things. It was just stuff everyone knew, like how she should always be wet and horny, how she should always show off her body, and so on, but somehow it seemed incredibly profound to her. She had to admit it, she thought as her fingers pumped in and out of her sex with wild abandon, she loved these videos.
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Several days later, Ms. Stevens walked into the school cafeteria. Her clothing was something of a joke now, but no different than any of the other staff. A tiny miniskirt that didn't even bother hiding her ass and a bikini top. She'd even gotten her hair cut into a short bob. Her head felt incredibly light.
She went to the machine to get a coke, when she noticed a student nearby trying to sneak something into a girl's drink.
One of the drugs! This little pervert was going to try to slip her a date rape drug!
She had to stop him! More important than the girl was the fact that he might know who the supplier was. She could finally bust the whole thing wide open!
She was ready to walk over, but suddenly felt the energy drain out of her. The principal had told her to stop looking into the pills. Hadn't she caused enough of a scandal lately?
Besides, the pills were his. It wouldn't be very respectful for her to take away her student’s property.
While she considered, she realized that the boy had already slipped the pill in the drink while the girl was looking away.
Somehow, she couldn't look away as she watched the girl casually sip her drink and talk with her friends. A few minutes later, she seemed to droop, looking half asleep. She got up, saying she was going to the bathroom.
The male student didn't speak, but silently got up and followed her. So did she.
The girl stumbled out into the hallway, when the boy caught up to her. He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her into the boys restroom.
She stopped at the door. What was he going to do with her in there? She thought she could hear the sound of moaning and flesh slapping against flesh, and the voice of a girl saying, “no”, over and over.
She wanted to stop them. She wanted to stop them more than anything. This was wrong. This was horribly wrong.
She promptly turned around and went back to her office, all but ripping off her clothes. She sat in the chair, completely nude, her fingers immediately rushing to stuff themselves inside of her sex.
It was wrong. She pumped her fingers in and out of her snatch.
It was horribly wrong. She moaned as her thumb rubbed her clit.
That girl was being raped. That boy was thrusting his cock in and out of her. She should be stopping it.
She sped up her fingers instead, imagining her bent over the sink, his cock pumping in and out of her, her drugged mind begging him to stop.
The thoughts – the objections – the feelings, they faded as her fingers slid in and out of her sex, her thumb dancing over her clit.
She moaned, spreading her legs out for the world to see.
The world washed over with white.
Collapsing into her chair, she softly whispered, “why...”
A week and another video had come and gone. For some reason, she couldn't get the problem out of her head.
The students had their own videos now, which she felt happy about. They'd certainly been doing her a lot of good, and it was hard to argue with results. She hoped it would give the girls the confidence to come and see her.
If anything, the drug problem was worse now. It seemed like every time she passed a restroom she could hear moaning inside. Once, she'd even seen a student slip a pill to one of the teachers. She'd watched helplessly as the poor woman was dragged into the boys restroom. She missed her classes for the rest of the day, but there did seem to be a lot of boys going in there. How could they not notice? Or... the thought chilled her. What if they had known, and joined in? Surely they couldn't all be that evil.
She sighed and walked into the teachers lounge. As usual, there was a group of naked teachers watching the screen, masturbating furiously and chanting along.
Was that going to be her fate? Slipped a date rape drug and gangbanged by all the boys in the school? She sighed and took off her clothes, sitting on the couch. She reached down with one hand and started stroking her sex, while the other began rubbing her little brown rosebud.
There was something wrong here. Something terribly wrong was going on, and she couldn't finger why. It was wrong that she was just standing by while girls were getting raped. It was wrong that she was liking Shiro's stupid videos so much. She was supposed to hate him, wasn't she? She was supposed to hate the principal too. But lately when he grabbed her boobs (no, her tits, she corrected herself) or talked dirty to her, she couldn't help just letting him.
“My ass feels empty.” The room chanted. “I always need something in my ass.”
She pushed hard, but couldn't quite seem to get her finger in her ass. Beyond all those little things, there was something weird going on at this school.
“Lube?” An attractive young redheaded teacher asked. Her short hair bounced as she raised and lowered her waist above the coffee table where a small buttplug was sitting. She slid it in and out enviously easily.
“Sure.” She said, gladly taking the tube and putting some on her fingers. Her index finger slid easily into her ass. “Ahhh,” she said, relieved. It had been feeling so empty.
Maybe that was what was wrong. No, that was stupid. Not having something in her ass had nothing to do with the oddness at the school. She bent over and sucked on the redhead's nipple absentmindedly, who responded with a moan.
She was going to have to talk with the principal.
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She didn't bother putting her panties back on as she left the room, although she did borrow the butt plug the redheaded teacher had been using. It felt a lot better than her fingers. She knocked calmly on the door to the principal’s office.
“Come in,” She heard his voice call.
As she entered the room, she saw a teacher emerge from under his desk, clothes in wild disarray. She paid the woman no heed.
“There is something wrong at this school.” She said, flatly.
He turned to the teacher and spoke to her. “We'll finish this later.” He said. She nodded and left, buttplug tail dangling out from under her miniskirt as she walked by.
He gave an odd half frown for a moment and cocked his eyebrow. “Why, whatever do you mean, Jane?”
“I don't... I don't know exactly what it is.” She said. “But things are wrong around here. Students are drugging and raping other students. And not just students, teachers!”
His frown became a full one now. “I thought I told you to drop the issue with the drugs.”
“It's not just the drugs! It's everything! Everything feels odd lately, for the past couple of weeks. Everyone's clothes are getting skimpier, everyone's having sex, and... and I think I'm supposed to hate you.” She said, softly.
“Damn.” He cursed softly. “I really didn't expect this to come so soon. Hold on a moment.” He turned to his computer and started typing furiously for a moment, then nothing.
She stood quietly, feeling terrible inside. She'd just barged in here, and told the principal she was supposed to hate him? What was wrong with her? That was horribly disrespectful. She put her eyes on the floor.
She raised them again, startled, when she heard a familiar voice.
“Hello Jane,” Shiro’s voice said from the computer. For a moment, she wondered if he was going to show her another one of the videos.
Then she realized his voice was coming live to the monitor the principal had turned toward her.
His features were as they always were, lean and geeky, the strange half Asian, half Caucasian eyes looking at her as though they could see right through her.
“I know there's a lot that I could explain, but I think it would save us all sometime if I simply show you a few things first. A proper counselor is always awake and aware.” He said, and suddenly she felt like a veil had been ripped from her eyes.
She was standing in the middle of the room wearing horrendous slut clothes with a plug in her ass. She was being submissive and docile to these – these monsters!
She was furious. She was seething. They did this? To her?!?!
She reached behind her and grabbed the plug, ripping the awful thing out with a loud popping sound, and threw it at the principal’s head. He ducked aside narrowly as it hit the wall. She was going to kill them with her bare hands.
“A proper counselor is always still!” Shiro’s voice called out.
Suddenly she froze, arms stretched forward to try to strangle the life out of the principal. She snarled at him.
“You son of a bitch! You asshole! What did you do? What did you do?!?” Suddenly, memories flooded back to her. Memories of her shoving her hips at a computer monitor. Memories of the principal running his hands over her while she fingered herself, long suppressed. Memories of masturbating as innocent girls were drugged and raped by male students.
“What did I do?” She tried to sag and found she couldn't. “I think I'm going to be sick.”
“Calm down Jane.” The principal said, voice oozing charm.
“Get fucked.” She snarled.
“I told you she would act this way,” The principal said to the monitor.
Shiro rolled his eyes and spoke calmly. “Jane, stop and think for a minute. Yes, we did alter your mind. But we also gave it back when we did not have to. We did it for a reason.”
“Gave it back? If you gave it back I could walk over there and strangle at least one of you bastards! I am going to call my parents and have them buy this place, and then have the entire thing bulldozed! Just who in the hell do you think I am?”
She shook with rage, the most movement she seemed to be allowed. The two men shared a glance at one another.
“Someone who is about to have some illusions shattered very quickly,” The principal said, frowning sadly.
“Of course.” Shiro replied. “We can't have our conversation interrupted by this nonsense. Bunny, why don't you say something to your daughter?”
The camera angle changed as Shiro reached up and adjusted his webcam down to crotch level. There, mouth full, wearing a ridiculous fetish bunny outfit, was her mother. Her head bobbed lovingly on Shiro's member.
“M-mom?!?” She whispered.
She looked up, still attractive even in her 40's. “Oh hello honey. Are you enjoying your new job? You never call us anymore.”
“Mom, what are you doing!” She yelled. “You're sucking off Shiro!”
“Oh, I'm going to be doing a lot more than that in a minute, dear.” She said smiling.
This was so strange. This was too strange. No. Nonononono. Just ignore it. Block it out. Get the principal fired. That's all that matters.
“Mom, I need you to buy this school. Fire the principal.”
She laughed and got off her knees. The camera angle changed to follow her. “Oh don't be silly dear. I don't do things like that anymore. Shiro makes all the big financial decisions now. I'm just his fucktoy.”
“Bunny butt fuckpuppet.” He corrected.
“Right,” She said, turning around and carefully guiding his cock to her ass. “Ah, that feels so good.” She started bouncing up and down.
She suddenly couldn't think of anything to say. Anything at all. Her mother was on the computer monitor getting her ass stuffed by the man she hated more than anyone in the world. There was nothing to say.
“Don't bother calling for your father either,” The principal said. “He isn't going to be any more agreeable than she is.”
“Oh,” Shiro grunted as her mother bounced up and down on his lap, “He would probably look forward to talking to her quite a bit.”
“And doing more than that by now,” The principal agreed. “But that's not what we're here to talk about.”
“You...” she started, “You make me into a sex crazed submissive whore, you turn my mother into a sex slave – and you brought me here to talk?” Her words rang with the force of her disbelief.
“Of course we do,” The principal said. “If we wanted you to turn into that,” He turned and pointed at the monitor, “Then it would be exceptionally easy. Even with someone a little resistant like you. Here, let me give you an example. A proper counselor is always asleep and unaware.”
Suddenly, she wondered what she had been so furious about before. Her mother was getting fucked by Shiro on the screen. That was amazing. She found that she could move again, and immediately put her hands down to her pussy and ass.
Her mother's ass was getting stuffed, and it looked incredible. It looked so, so good. She suddenly wished she had her butt plug back, but she used her fingers instead. She felt intensely jealous.
She felt curious. Wasn't she here for something? The waves of pleasure rising up from her pussy told her it didn't matter. She started to moan.
“A proper counselor is always aware and aware.” The principal’s voice said again.
Suddenly, it flooded back. She found that she couldn't move again, although her hands move of their own volition. They kept up their furious pace pumping in and out of her pussy and ass.
“You basta-AAAHHH!” She cried, cut off mid-yell by a moan.
“Enough of this,” Shiro said. She looked back at the monitor, where he had clearly become spent. Her mother was no longer in sight. “Make her the offer and be done with it.”
“Very well,” The principal said, dissatisfied. “Jane, I have a dream. I have had one for many years now, and it is a very simple one. To take an ordinary high school like this one, and turn it into a glorious den of sin and depravity.”
He walked around the desk, carrying her buttplug. He held it up to her. “A beautiful pit of lust where every day is an orgy. Where nothing is taboo. And most of all, where everyone obeys me.”
He tossed it to her, and one of her hands automatically shot out and caught it, greedily rushing to shove it inside her. A little moan escaped as her hand started to pump the plug in and out as furiously as it had been shoving in her fingers moments before.
“I've been trying to do this for years, now. I've tried everything. Blackmail, rape, forcing the teachers to pervert the students with crazy sexualized lesson plans. Everything I could subtly do and get away with. Even drugs.”
She gasped. “It was you?”
He frowned. “Of course it was me! But like I told you, none of that even matters anymore. Because of the partnership I made with your friend here.” He pointed to the monitor.
“We have you to thank,” Shiro said.
“If it weren't for you, we'd have never gotten to know one another. Desperate for a way to get rid of you, I shared my dream with him, and my money. I got mine through less legal means than your parents did, of course, but by this point I am a very rich man.”
“It was what I needed to complete my research. A practical means of mind control, delivered through light and sound.” Shiro replied smugly.
“And used on the school today.” The principal finished for him.
She moaned sharply and stuck the plug to the wall. She began bouncing off of it, ramming her ass against it. “What do you want me for, if you don't want me to be your whore?” She said, struggling to retain something like composure in between grunting thrusts. “It sounds like you already have it all figured out.”
“It's not perfect.” The principal said flatly. “Some people reject it. Some people, like you, resist and question it. And it noticeably reduces a person's intelligence. I couldn't have just sat you down and fucked you after the first video was over. You're barely coming to that point now. And your mind isn't working at peak efficiency when you are under the influence of your training. If you could see the reports you've been sending me... well, it's clear your intelligence was going downhill.”
“Worse,” he said, “teenagers are especially resistant. Obviously that isn't going to help my dream at all. But Shiro tells me that you are just as smart as he is.”
“Not a small compliment.” The man on the screen said. “Personally, I've put up with your stupid insults for years. I was all for just turning you into a brainless, vapid bimbo and selling you on the streets for a dollar. But the principal was quite insistent. We have to give you a chance.”
“Yes, it was one of the conditions of my funding. You are two of the smartest people in the world,” He said simply. That's not exaggeration. That's not a compliment. That's fact. And just one of you managed to create all of this.” He waved his arm to gesture to the whole school. “So the fact is, I want you to join us. Help create new technology. Help pervert this school. And when you're done, I've got friends in charge of other schools. Eventually, we may be able to corrupt all of society.”
“The partnership certainly won't be equal, of course.” He said. “But you won't get turned into that.” He pointed at the screen, where her mother knelt, trying to clean off Shiro's dick with her mouth.
She shuddered, realizing her own body was moving against her will. That was the offer. Brainless oblivion, or self-aware servitude with a measure of control over herself.
“I would like to make you into that,” Shiro said. “So please, refuse. Not that I don't enjoy your mother. So here's my offer. Refuse, and I'll release her and take you in her place.”
She felt her body chill. How could she possibly serve these people? They were holding her mother hostage.
“Oh, and before you make your decision,” the principal said, “I figure you should be given a full perspective of what you'll get. After all, a proper counselor remembers what she likes.”
Memories rushed back into her like bolts of lightning. Her, in the teachers lounge, watching them cum. Her mouth on another woman. Their hands touching her. Her hands touching them. How could she have forgotten this? How could she ever have forgotten anything this amazing?
She could feel herself orgasming, over and over again. Her body stopped moving and fell to the floor. A wordless cry escaped her lips. The memories – memories of a young girl who loved girls. Pining to be with one, terribly afraid. Shutting herself off from the world, hiding in books. Pushing away everyone around her, burning herself with all of her bottled up desire. Hating everyone, needing someone so, so badly. Never admitting to herself what she wanted.
And for a while, she had experienced it. Entirely unaware that she had been getting what she wanted all along. The touch of another woman. The feel of another body next to hers.
She came again, and again, and again. Intelligent thought disappeared, washed away by the waves of pleasure. Her mind was a jumble of experiences and emotions, and pure, riotous joy.
After what seemed like an eternity, she woke up in the principals arms. He had caught her as she fell.
“Will I get to feel like that again?” She said.
“Every day, if you want.” He replied warmly.
She laughed. For feeling something like that, she'd sell her own mother into hell. Of course in a way she was about to.
“Then... I want to work with girls.” She said, glowing with joy.
He smiled, then leaned down to kiss her.
“You are a proper counselor,” He said.
For the first time in her life, she felt like she really was.
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EPILOGUE:
“Ms. Stevens, do you have any AA batteries?” the strangely familiar young girl asked.
“Of course I do,” she said, reaching into her desk drawer. She handed them to the girl, who promptly put them into her little egg vibrator and turned it on.
The girl flushed for a second and squirmed in her seat, but quickly went back to acting like nothing was unusual.
For her, nothing was. The vibrators were a normal part of a girl's school uniform, these days. Few bothered questioning it anymore. Beyond the occasional orgasm in class or in the halls, few seemed to even notice.
She knew the truth behind that of course, but didn't bother commenting on it. The girl wouldn't understand if she tried.
She read the report. Something about this girl was tantalizingly familiar. She was one of the resistant ones, but she didn't think the girl had been in here before.
“So I'm told that you're having boyfriend trouble,” She said, looking up.
“He is NOT my boyfriend!” She said. “I feel like it's really mean to say, but I think I want to hate him.”
Hmm. This simply wouldn't do at all. A girl not giving herself to a boy that wanted her? She really had to be stubborn after holding out after all these months.
“I'm not...” she started, “I'm not a bad girl. I know I should be his girlfriend if he wants but... please don't send me to the slave club!” She cried.
Ah, the last stop of the immunes. The other students didn't think it was unusual, but they still didn't like it. Those students were aware of the changes, and made everyone else uncomfortable with their protests and escape attempts. Putting a collar around their neck and shutting their mouths with a ball gag only went so far. As the new saying went, you could lead a slave girl on a leash to a cock but couldn't make her suck it. Of course, they were excellent test subjects for new methods. Some of hers had already found success where Shiro's had failed. She smiled smugly at the thought. Her little crystal heart device had already gotten more than its fair share of converts out of the supposedly immune.
No, she wasn't going to send her there. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew why this girl was so resistant.
“But doesn't it feel good to be his girlfriend?” She said, warmly. “Don't you want to worship his cock like a good girl?”
The girl was clearly distressed. She reflexively put a hand down to her sex and pressed down, feeling the vibrations more keenly.
“I... I...”
Suddenly it struck her. She knew where she'd seen this girl before. This was the one the boy had drugged and raped. The one that had sent her off to confront the principal, and gave her a wonderful new understanding of life.
The girl was stunning. Her short little dark haircut, skin like coffee and cream. She looked amazing.
And she owed her far, far more than to be some teenage boy's personal fucktoy.
“You know what I think,” she said, standing up. “I think you don't like boys at all.”
The girl gasped.
She walked around her desk, standing right in front of the terrified girl.
“No... not the slave club, please...”
“I'm not going to send you to the slave club, silly girl. You can't go to the slave club if you're dating someone.”
“But I'm not dating him...” She said, clearly confused and still afraid.
“No, you're not.” The counselor smiled briefly. “You're dating me.”
The girl's expression seemed to change a dozen times in a second. From astonishment, to excitement, to fear, to worry to... joy?
It didn't matter. Jane stopped her mid transformation by pressing her lips down and kissing the girl, hard.
The principal wouldn't begrudge her this. One girl. The school was full of them. But this one was hers.
She didn't bother with subtlety. She didn't have to. Her new training videos had included the urge to like girls in them, after all. And she had good reason to suspect this girl would have reacted to them better than most.
She pulled the girl to the floor. The tiny mockery of a uniform the girl wore didn't offer any resistance. They were designed not to. Her fingers were already between the girl's legs, working their magic.
“Oh... oh... oh...” Was all the girl could say as her fingertips danced over the girl's sex.
“You're a good girl, aren't you?” She said. “You want to be my girlfriend, right?”
The girl reached up, grabbed her, and kissed her fiercely. It was all the agreement she needed.
As the girl moved her kisses down between her legs, she knew that being a school counselor was easily the best job in the world.
She was going to love the other schools even more.