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A Darkening Soul Ch. 01-07

By: fgmntfmgnshn



As always:

Thanks to Boheminxen for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting.

Author's note. This story is 13 chapters. Due to the length, it will be posted in two installments. Look for it in about a week.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) 

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Chapter 1: Being Direct and Love

The first day of school for a high school senior is typically a day of happiness and reconnections with friends. I, however, had neither, but I wanted that to change. My high school career was marred by nonexistence. I was the guy who everyone knew but was friends with no one. I wasn't berated by the in clique nor was I a social leper. I wasn't one who wore rags, quite the opposite actually, as I wore untucked, button down shirts and jeans. I was a jack of all trades as I had above average grades, carrying a 4.7 GPA with slightly above average confidence, I could talk to anyone, but rarely initiated conversation. If I happened to be by someone talking about a party, I was told I could attend as an afterthought by the host. I could accept or decline without anyone caring. I could talk to the lesser citizens of the power structure of our school and not be thought of as a traitor. Most often, I was a fly on the wall. No one noticed or cared for my presence. I vowed no more. 

Today is going to be the first day of the rest of my life at Hilldale High. I am determined to ask Shelby Preston to go out with me. Shelby is a beautiful girl who has the eye of many and the heart of none and is someone I had a crush on since the 8th grade. I found her talking to one of her blonde cheerleader friends on the benches outside in front of the school. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I didn't want to be a bumbling idiot as I did this.

"Good morning, Shelby." I tried to sound as upbeat as possible.

"Hey Will." She said dismissingly as she took a quick glance up at me and then quickly went back to her conversation with the captain of the cheerleaders, Lindsey Hudson.

"Anyways, I was wondering if you would be interested in going out this weekend." I exuded as much confidence as I could muster.

"Wait. What?" Shelby and Lindsey both stared back at me.

"I was wondering if you were interested in going out this weekend." I repeated with a lot less enthusiasm.

"You're serious?" Shelby looked at me questioningly.

Lindsey then whispered something to Shelby and they both giggled. It quickly turned into a gut-wrenching hysteria.

I walked to my homeroom, dejected. Well, my senior year is off to a great start. In my first hour class, Spanish 4, Mr. Martinez mispronounced my name. Four years with him and he still calls me Will Hamilton instead of Harrison. Just another example of my invisibility in this school, not just too fellow classmates, but to the faculty as well. As I was walking to my second class, Stu Jones, a muscle bound all state linebacker and Edwin Matheny, our all city quarterback found me.

"Will!" Stu called.

I turned and was greeted by a hard punch to my testicles and fell to my knees with a thud.

"That's for asking my former girlfriend out," Stu proclaimed as he and Edwin left the scene, laughing. 

I gasped for a breath. I now knew why no one has been out with Shelby since their break up.

During 3rd period, I found myself sitting across from a woman in her late 40's with her long, brown hair done in a ponytail. I wouldn't call her beautiful, but she was still extremely attractive.

"Will," Principal Larson started, "I called you to my office to inform you that your sixth period elective, working in the counselor's office, has to be changed."

"Why, what happened to Counselor Simmons?" I asked curiously as I had worked in his office the past two years.

"All I can say is that he no longer works in the school district and Counselor Evans and Counselor Phillips are taking over all his duties, but they already have aides." Principal Larson pulled a sheet of paper from her desk. "I have a list of classes here you can chose from to replace it with. Oh, Honors Calculus is available."

The Principal wanted me to go from a free hour to Honors Calculus. "No thanks."

"Let's see, how about Chemistry or Literary Composition and Analysis?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Well, here." Principal Larson handed me the paper. "Pick one."

I glanced over the courses. Home-economics, no. Geometry, Earth Science, U.S Government and Politics. No, no, and already took it.

"How about the school paper?" Principal Larson interrupted my thought process. "It's under Journalism, but it's really for the school paper."

Finally, an elective that doesn't require an apron. "Alright." I said in an almost defeated tone.

Lunch was exceptional as the cafeteria ran out of pizza right as I got to the front of the line. Not that it's anything great, but it was what I was settling for. Fourth period sucked as everything reverted back to all the years prior and I was ignored by everyone. Fifth period, I was hit in the back of the head with a spit wad. Judging by the reaction of the people who did it, the intended target was the social outcast behind me.

I was completely down in the dumps as I reached my new Journalism class.

"Good afternoon, you must be Will Harrison." The woman before me was absolutely exquisite. "I'm Miss Dyer, head of the newspaper." She offered me her hand and I shook it. "Welcome aboard."

There were only six other students in this class, Josh Hartley, Trinie Mackey, Emma Brant, Barry Whitley, Amy Saunders, and Phil Gaines. All of them were underlings in our civilization known as high school, but that never bothered me. After we got our assignments, I was to cover everything regarding sports, we were all asked to come up with possible story lines for the first issue. Miss Dyer really left us to our own devices. At least the view in this class is nice as Miss Dyer, who I found out was named Hilary, was beautiful. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties and she had long, curly blonde hair, an ample top side, and wore a gold necklace with a cross attached that hung hypnotically over her blouse.

"Um, hello." A shadow loomed over the paper I was doodling on. The voice was shy and it quivered. Without looking, I knew it was Emma Brant. Emma is an 18 year old senior who actually looks like an adolescent. It was one of the main reasons why she was teased. She was short with red hair and pink glasses and it didn't help her that she always wore dresses that made it look like she was heading to church every day; today, it was a light blue sundress. She was the very definition of unassuming. But she was also very intelligent, one of the few candidates for our classes' valedictorian and a genuine genius when it comes to computers.

"Emma, don't be so shy with me. If you're going to talk to me, be direct. Say what you want, do what you want. I don't need this today," I said honestly. Condescendingly, but honest. 

I wasn't in the mood to coddle her like I normally did. I know what I said was rude and I resigned myself to the fact I'll have to apologize to her tomorrow. I know I was one of the few people she said any words to and that was because I intervened in more than a few bullying incidents that involved her and the elites. All I really did was come up to her tormentors, pretending I didn't realize what was happening, and invite them to the Pizza Shack or ask about the most recent party and that distracted them enough for her to get away. 

At last, the final bell rang, concluding my torture for the day. I got into my black Mustang and headed home. I walked into the emptiness of my father's upper class condominium. My father, John Harrison, is the Vice President of the largest Research and Development Company in the country, one with a slew of government contracts, and him being home anytime between five in the morning and ten at night would be the equivalent of spotting the Loch Ness Monster, Sasquatch, and a unicorn all in the same day. He worked seven days a week and I rarely saw him. Hell, I saw the maid that came by every morning more than him. I understood that was his job and I didn't resent him for it. He gave me a hefty allowance for taking care of all things related to the house and I got to keep what was left over. Since my Dad also took care of any big-ticket item I wanted, I never really had to buy much and therefore ended up with a plush bank account. As long as I got higher than a 4.5 GPA and didn't burn down the house or drive his car, I was pretty much left alone. I was beginning to make my dinner, a PB & J sandwich, when the doorbell rang.

"Emma, what are you..."

Emma threw herself at me, kissing me passionately. Sloppily and with no technique, but passionately nonetheless. There was a feeling I never quite felt before and one I can't quite describe. She pulled back and her shyness protruded back to the forefront of her persona. Her foot began twisting back and forth and her eyes were on the floor, awaiting my response.

I was momentarily stunned. "Wow Emma, what was that for?"

Emma looked up at me slowly. "You said I should be direct with you....Was it okay?"

I kissed her this time, slowly, deliberately, and that feeling was ever present. It feels like electricity is coursing through my entire body. If I felt it, she must have felt it too. "I like the new Emma."

A beaming smile graced her face as she wrapped her arms around me and squealed with delight. She began kissing me again with intensity. Her hand snaked southward, stroked my bulge a few times, and then fiddled with the button on my jeans.

I grabbed her wrists. "Emma, what are you doing?"

"I'm being direct with you." Emma looked at me as if I should've known better. "Listen, Will. I've had a crush on you since forever. I know I can make you happy in every way. I want you, I need you, and I will do anything and everything you say to keep you pleased. I love you."

Emma didn't wait for my response and kissed me again and this time she successfully popped the button on my jeans. She dropped to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers with her. And without hesitation, started sucking my erection. She was surprisingly good. Or maybe it's because an eighteen year old teenager thinks all blowjobs are good. As she picked up speed, she began throwing herself on my shaft, causing her to gag. The feeling was immense and I grabbed both sides of her head and thrust repeatedly, urging for an even faster tempo. I couldn't hold on any longer. I stuffed her throat forcefully one last time. It felt like I was depositing my cum right into her stomach.

"Did you like that?" Emma asked coyly.

"Wow." I was flabbergasted. This happened all so suddenly, such a quick change in attitude in Emma. Just an hour ago she stood before me timidly; now I open the door and she kisses and blows me. I composed myself as she zipped me back up. "I really like the new Emma."

Emma smiled at me as she stood up. "I love you Will and I know I sprung this on you and, no, I don't expect you to say you love me. I just want you to give me a chance."

"More than a chance." I picked her up so we were eye to eye. "I love you too, if this is the real Emma." I truly meant it. Emma was constantly being accosted at school, but this new confidence she exuded really excited me. I immediately became enthralled with her.

Emma's arms encased my neck and kissed me again. "I promise I won't ever disappoint you."

"If you promise, I know you never will." I set her down. "I was getting ready to make dinner, would you like stay?"

"I just ate." Emma let out a snicker as she rubbed her stomach before continuing. "I would love to, but I insist on making it for you." 

We walked into the kitchen when she chuckled.

"What?" I asked as I sat at the table, admiring Emma's slender form. She definitely gave off a youthful beauty.

"You're dinner was going to be peanut butter and jelly." Emma put the jelly in the fridge. 

"So?"

"If this is your idea of dinner, I'm just going to have to cook for you every night." Emma started opening cabinets to figure out where the peanut butter went.

"I would certainly enjoy the company and it goes in the cabinet on the far right."

Emma put the peanut butter away and she pulled out a box of spaghetti noodles and a jar of sauce from the same cabinet. "Where are the pans?"

"Bottom, just left of the sink." I got up and headed for the fridge. I grabbed two sodas, unscrewed both tops, and set one in front of her as I kissed the back of her neck.

Dinner was great, but it wasn't just the food. Emma's new persona was addicting and I was enjoying every minute of our conversation. I didn't think I would be able to talk politics with a student from our school and her voice, no longer masked by insecurity, reverberated like a Mozart overture and made talking about health care that much more interesting. It was a great feeling to speak to someone my own age without having a bodily function joke spoken every three seconds. 

Afterward, I showed her around the condo and it quickly found us in my room.

Emma's eyes went as wide as saucers and almost ran to my computer. "I can't believe you have this! It's the highest rated computer on the market and," She looked on the back of the tower, "Oh my God; you have all the latest upgrades on it too." She then looked at me. "Can I?"

"Be my guest."

Emma turned the power on and the computer hummed to life. I sat next to her and stared as she began doing her thing on the computer. After a few minutes, she put her hand on my thigh and it not so subtly advanced higher as she opened another folder. Two can play this game. I stood up and she let out a slight huff in frustration. I positioned my body behind her and dropped my hands to her body, allowing them to begin their exploration. I started out at her neck and a massage of her shoulders before my hands dipped lower and cupped her petite breasts. I leaned over and began nibbling on her ear and putting soft kisses on her neck. One hand continued lower and went under her sundress to find her sex. Her panties were soaked.

Emma spun around in her chair, breaking all contact I had. Her smile was one of wickedness and desire filled her eyes. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time and saved myself for you." She stood and tackled me to the bed. "Remember, I will do anything you ask of me, I promise. You can be as rough or as soft as you like. You want my ass, it's yours. You want to spank me or tie me down, do it. You can fuck me or make love to me. I don't care; I'm yours, fully, physically, and emotionally." 

I quickly removed her clothes and she mine. I positioned myself on top of her. At that moment, all I could see was the love in her eyes. I tried to express the same emotion to her, but I might have conveyed more lust than love. I entered her slowly and Emma moaned at the intrusion. I reached a barrier and pierced it, burying my shaft inside her womanhood. Emma drew in a sharp intake of air. I stopped, hoping I didn't hurt her.

"Go ahead Will, however you want." Emma gave a pleasant smile.

I seesawed into her, still going slow until I was sure she began enjoying it. I thrust harder and with more speed, like a well-oiled piston. Emma wrapped her legs around me followed quickly by her arms. Her velvety tightness around my pole was the single greatest pleasure I have ever felt. We grunted or moaned at every movement. Every forward motion I gave her was received by a well-timed push by her. Emma's moaning turned into a wail as her body tensed and eyes rolled back in her head. Her tunnel seemed to have a cave in as her muscles collapsed and a flood soon bathed my trapped manhood. I held out and as soon as she relaxed, I pulled out and unloaded my seed on her breasts and stomach.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know if you were on birth control or not." I panted as I wilted next to Emma.

Emma looked at me with nothing but sweet innocence. "Please don't apologize to me. I told you, whatever you want. If you want to make a million babies with me, we will. If you want me to go on the pill, I will. Besides, no matter where you leave this yummy nectar, it's going in my body one way or another." With that, she began scooping up my cum and licking from her fingers. She really made a show of it. Innocence with confidence. I love this new Emma. 

When she was finished, she rolled on her side and draped an arm and a leg over my body. I put one arm underneath her and my other came over the top. After a moment of holding each other, I realized this was my favorite part of the experience. "Emma?"

"Yeah."

"Stay the night." She said anything, might as well go for broke.

Emma lifted her head off my chest and gazed warmly at me for a few seconds. I suppose she wanted to gauge my seriousness. "Of course. I'll call my Mom and let her know. Even if she gets mad, I'll stay. Anything for you." She began to get up but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to my embrace.

"Call later. Right now I need to hold my girl some more." 

We kissed again and then Emma cuddled up next to me. "I feel safe in your arms. Like no one will ever hurt me again."

My blood began to boil. "You mean the people at school, don't you?" Emma nodded slightly in my chest. "I swear they will never cause you any more pain again." I held her tighter and clenched my fists at the thought of my angel in pain. Slowly her rhythmic breathing caused my anger to dissipate and I too succumbed to sleep.

I woke up to my alarm clock at 5am. I know I didn't set it that early. I rolled back over to go back to sleep when I became aware I was alone. I'm awake now. I shot out of bed grabbed a pair of boxers and hustled out of my room. An unusual smell wafted through the condo. I ran downstairs, taking three steps at a time and ended my sprint in the kitchen to a beautiful sight. Emma was cooking in only her panties and one of my old t shirts. "Good morning." I tried to say it as casually as I could without sounding completely out of breath as I held her from behind and kissed her.

"Good morning." The voice of my father came from the kitchen table.

I looked over and saw him reading a stock report from the newspaper while he sipped his morning coffee.

Emma patted my arm and whispered. "It's okay."

I whispered back, "I know."

"Good morning Dad." I grabbed two cups of orange juice and walked over and sat a chair away from him. "Thought you'd be gone before we got up."

"Emma's a lovely young woman, Will. She said I couldn't leave the house without a proper breakfast." John took another sip of his coffee and glanced at his watch.

"No, you were going to leave without any breakfast." Emma came over with two plates and set them in front of us.

"That's about the same I usually eat for breakfast," I added and Emma shook her head and rolled her eyes as she headed back.

We both took a couple bites when Emma returned with her plate. She sat next to me, still leaving the empty space between my father and me.

John finished quickly and checked his watch again. "Listen Will; next time, just let me know. I can't be 15 minutes late every morning." He stood and grabbed his briefcase. "It was nice to meet you Emma, thanks for breakfast." And he went out the door.

"I was surprised he was so nice to me." Emma took a bite of bacon. "Especially since he almost peed his pants when he saw me."

"Wearing what you're wearing, he was more likely to have an erection." I took a drink of juice. "You look so damn sexy. It took all my will power not to bend you over the table."

"You still can." Emma said in an inviting tone.

I glanced at the clock. "Probably not. The maid will be here in fifteen minutes. Dad makes sure she's here before I leave for school. Since I'm alone all night, he doesn't want me to wake up that way as well." Emma gave me a pouty look and batted her eyes. "Later, I promise. Right now I was curious about what your Mom said when you called her last night."


A Darkening Soul Ch. 01-07



"She didn't like that it was a school night, but since my grades are always great, she was fine with it. I think she was happy I made a friend, although I didn't tell her you were a guy."

"Well, we should probably get going if we need swing by your place and get you a change of clothes." I downed the rest of my juice.

Chapter 2: Realization

Leaving Emma and heading to class was depressing, but we kissed and said our farewells with the promise to see each other 6th period. We didn't even have lunch together. My day lapsed back to how all my other days used to go, except I didn't want to talk to anyone. I was being my typical fly on the wall waiting for my final class so I could see Emma again.

When it finally came, I nearly ran there. My euphoria grew with each step. When I got to the newspaper room, my excitement evaporated and a fury I didn't know I had washed over me. Emma looked distraught, completely in a funk. I charged over to Emma and engulfed her saddened body in my arms. "What happened, Babe?" I asked sympathetically. Despite her visage, she still looked pretty in pink.

"I just had a bad day, that's all." Emma leaned into my body.

"Well, let me take care of it." I pushed.

"No, I'm here for you, Will. You don't need to hear my problems. I'll be fine. Besides, I can tell you're already upset." She whimpered.

"Emma, that's not how our relationship works. No one is allowed to hurt you. I will take care of this, I swear it." My voice became stern.

"I'll tell you after school. Please forgive me for not telling you right away." Emma pleaded.

"Nothing to be forgiven for." I kissed her and then sat in the chair next to hers. I held her hand the whole time as we went over her questions she had for the student council. I offered some advice, change a word here or a punctuation there, but all in all, her questions were well written and to the point. She was a bigger help to me with my questions for the football team than I was for her.

I opened the car door for her and then got in the driver's seat. My car roared as I turned the ignition. "You ready to tell me?"

"Shelby and Stu got back together and decided I was their make-up torture." I can tell she tried to lighten the mood with a quick joke, but it made me grip the steering wheel tighter. When I didn't react, Emma continued. "And then when I was in Miss Dyer's math class, someone passed me a note and Miss Dyer caught me with it. I swear I didn't know what was on it. When she opened it up, she got really upset with me. She held me after class and only then did I find out it was a drawing of Miss Dyer hanging on a cross. I can't even draw but I still got blamed and now I have to write a ten page paper about religious indifference. She said she doesn't force her religion on us so I don't have any right to make fun of hers." Emma finished by putting her head in her hands. 

I put my hand on her thigh. "I'll fix it." I said through gritted teeth. We drove the rest of the way in silence.

I was still contemplating what to do when Emma dropped a plate of hamburger and fries in front of me. I didn't even notice that she started cooking.

Emma let out a deep breath. "I don't want you to fix it." She said meekly. "I like what we got here. I like being able to take care of you. You're not you when you're not happy. I miss you. Come back to me." She added more assertively.

I smiled back. "I'm happy. I'm back. It just took me a while to figure it out."

"What are you going to do?" She asked skeptically.

"Take over the power structure of the school." I said flatly.

"Really?" Emma seemed totally shocked but I thought it was natural conclusion.

"Yes, and I mean everyone, students and faculty. It's survival of the fittest and Babe, we are the fittest." I took a drink of my cola. "My plan requires doing things. Things that are not ethical or moral. But I will do them for you. You are worth it. You will not be bothered again. Just give me some time."

A look of hurt crossed Emma's face. "Honey, how can you even think about doing any of those things without me?" She then straddled my lap and gave me her warm smile. "I will follow you regardless of where it might lead us as long as we're together. You are the captain and I am your light brigade. I don't care if you tell me to kill myself. I will, for you." 

I melt every time I see that smile. I kissed her deeply and Emma began to grind her hips into me. "Lucky for us, I would never ask you to do that. Because if you did, I would be following you, straight to hell."

"As long as we're together, forever." Emma moaned in my ear. "So how do you suppose we do this?"

"Really, all we need to do is target the head of each clique and the major players in faculty, the rest will fall in line. Once we establish our targets, we find their secrets. Everyone has secrets Babe. And if they don't, we create one." I picked Emma up, laid her on the table, and slid her panties off. "I told you I'd make it up to you." I slid into her easily. She moaned and her body jerked quickly. "Damn Babe, did you just hit it?"

"After just one time, I think I'm addicted to you and the power between your legs." Emma looked at me full of lust. "Now please give it to me." She begged.

I slammed it home and began pounding. I wasn't taking it easy this time and I could already tell the difference in Emma. She was writhing on the table and it didn't take her long before she had another minor orgasm. I was surprised. I never was with a girl who could have little bursts of pleasure as she builds to her crescendo. Not that I'm that experienced, maybe it's just the added feeling of being in love. I also felt a difference in myself. Unlike yesterday, I didn't have a release right before, and I was going to explode real soon and I don't think Emma is as close as me. I suddenly stopped and sat back in the chair, eliciting a moan of disappointment from my companion. That moan was quickly turned into one of joy as I buried my tongue as deep into her channel as I could while rubbing circles on her clit with my fingers. Her little spurts continued as I felt the periodic splashes coat my tongue. Damn, she tastes sweet. Her noises started to become one long steady stream. She's close. I jumped back up between her legs and start going full force again. One hand began to tweak her nipples and the other reestablished the connection with her clit. Her legs gripped around my waist and her body shot upright, desperate to cling to me as she spasmed hard in my arms.

"Are you close?" Emma panted.

"Indeed I am." I huff back.

"Good, because I want to taste us together." Emma flashed me a smile.

That did it and I pulled out. Emma dropped to the floor and encased my pole in her mouth and then began lapping at it as if it holds all of life's secrets inside. I erupted to what seems to be a cataclysmic orgasm myself and I had to grab hold of the table to prevent myself from collapsing onto Emma. 

"Holy shit." I gasped, weak-kneed.

Emma wrapped her arms around my waist and I allowed myself to slump down next to her. We fully embraced and gave each other light kisses, but were unable to extricate ourselves from the kitchen floor.

"I love you Emma Brant."

"I love you Will Harrison."

After some time, we peeled ourselves off the floor and we were soon in my room. 

Chapter 3: A Slave is Born

"How long do you think it will take you to hack into the schools computer system?" I asked as I came to the realization there is nothing sexier than Emma, naked, pounding away excitedly at a keyboard. Okay, Emma naked doing anything is sexy as hell.

"I've never done this before. I have some programs at home that I wrote and coupled with this computer; I'm confident I will not disappoint you. I'll never disappoint you. Just give me a day or two and I'll have it."

"Outstanding. Tomorrow, we gang up on Miss Dyer. Get you out of that report."

Between missing Emma and my nerves about this afternoon, the day was once again brutally long. At last, 6th period came and I walked into the room. Emma met me with one of her warm smiles and immediately my nervousness vanished. She looked amazing in yellow.

"Hey teach." I walked over to Miss Dyer, leaned over her desk, and whispered, "I need to show you something I dug up on the football team that I don't want anyone to know about. Can I see you after class?"

Miss Dyer responded in a hushed tone. "Of course Will." There seemed to be a sense of giddiness in her low tone.

Class was easy as usual as Miss Dyer only asked us what interviews we had lined up and followed up with a few articles that some of the other students had started. The bell rang, signifying the end of the school day. I lingered as the rest of the class dispersed.

"I'm surprised you're taking this so seriously, considering you were thrown into this." Miss Dyer leaned on the front of her desk. "So what did you find out?"

I walked up to her with a folder in hand. "Close your eyes."

"What? Why?"

"Just humor me. It's that good." I insisted.

Miss Dyer chuckled. "Oh, alright." Her eyelids closed.

"Thank you." That was the signal. I dropped my pants and boxers in one swoop and stepped up. I quickly grabbed her wrist and held it to my crotch as I kissed her. 

Miss Dyer pulled away immediately. "What the hell are you doing Will?"

"Did you get a good shot?" I looked at Emma as I pulled up my pants.

Emma nodded her head. "Yep." Really the smile she was wearing was all I needed for an answer.

"Email it." I turned to gauge Miss Dyer's reaction.

"No!" Miss Dyer sprang forward, but ran into me and staggered back.

"Done." Emma said with a laugh.

"Let me see the picture." I reached my hand out for the phone as Emma came forward. "That really was a good shot. You can't even see my hand holding hers." I turned the phone towards Miss Dyer. "I think the school board, your family, and church; hell, even the police would be interested in knowing you like to fondle and kiss your students."

"Why are you doing... Who'd you send... What do you want?" There was fear and confusion in Miss Dyer's voice.

"Emma sent two emails, one to me and one to herself and what we want is you, Hilary. As for why, well, that's not you're concern. Your concern should be to understand your new role."

"My new what? And don't call me Hilary."

"Hilary," I emphasized her name, "I don't think you understand the seriousness of the situation." I gave her a domineering stare that actually made her take a step back. "You will spend years in prison when you are convicted for the felony of having sex with a child by a person in a position of trust. In this case you, a teacher. As long as I'm your student, it doesn't even matter that I'm 18. Believe me, you will be convicted. With Emma, a kid with a perfect 5.0 GPA as witness and this picture as evidence, you're screwed."

Hilary just slumped to the floor as she digested my words. "Please don't do this," she whimpered.

"What we do is actually dependent on you." I bent down and lifted Hilary's chin up so I could look her in the eye. "You see, we have a deal for you." Her eyes had a glimmer of hope to them. "All I want is for you to apologize to Emma for telling her to do that stupid report for something she didn't even do."

"What, that's it?" Hilary was skeptical. We just stared at her. "Emma..."

"Hilary, don't you think it is more appropriate to call her Ms. Brant?"

"What? Oh yes, of course, Mr. Harrison. Where are my manners?" Hilary then cleared her throat. "Ms. Brant, I'm sorry."

"Seriously?" I shook my head. "That's the best you can do when you're facing a prison sentence? Try again." My voice was stern.

"Ms. Brant, I truly apologize for my actions against you. I should've known with your character that you wouldn't have done that offensive drawing and I regret not looking into the matter further before I reacted. I'm sorry."

"We'll see you tomorrow." I walked over to Emma and we left.

"You're going to have to skip her math class tomorrow." I said as I took a bite of pizza.

"Tomorrow's going to be so much fun." Emma pushed her glasses up as she worked on the computer. "Oh my God." Emma laughed out. "Did you know Shelby was adopted?"

"You did it!" It was really hard to hide my euphoria, not that I tried. "Great. Let's find out everyone's dirty little secrets."

The next day, after 3rd period, I was filing through the sea of people in the main hallway and I saw Shelby at Lindsey's locker in the distance. As I approached, she pointed at me and said something to her congregation which created a raucous. She finished at her locker and had taken a couple of steps when I intercepted the small group.

"Excuse me." I side stepped right through their circle as I received looks of death from everyone. As I passed Shelby, I put my hand lightly on her shoulder and whispered. "Too bad your parents didn't even want you. That makes you lower than a Bastard." I kept going. By the sounds of it, I successfully penetrated her impervious barrier. Her friends asked Shelby "Why'd she stopped?" and "What's wrong?" Taking over the school is going to be fun.

Emma and I met together as the bell sounded to start 6th period. We knew we were going to be a couple minutes late by meeting beforehand, but we didn't care.

"Were they where I said they were?" I held out my arm.

"Yep." Emma took my arm and we started our way toward class. "And the pictures came out great. That camera you have is really top notch."

"I think it's all up to the photographer on whether the pictures come out well. Maybe that's what you should go to college for." I kissed the top of her head.

"After yesterday, I think my calling is in the computer field." Emma squeezed my waist. "Was Shelby where I said she'd be?"

"You were correct as usual." We entered the room and Emma took her seat as I approached Miss Dyer. "Good afternoon Hilary." I then took my seat.

"Will..." Hilary began but I cleared my throat, almost too loudly, and gave her a look of disdain. She walked over to where Emma and I were seated. "Mr. Harrison, Ms. Brant, can I see you after class?"

The five other students filtered out, prepared to start their weekend, leaving Emma and myself alone with Hilary.

"Will, did you delete..." Hilary started with a serious tone.

"Hilary." I interrupted, taking a commanding tone. Emma went to the door to shut and lock it. "I think you're forgetting your manners."

"Mr. Harrison, I need you to delete the picture." Hilary was now barely audible as Emma returned to my side.

"Hilary, I want you to get undressed." I spoke with authority.

"What?" She looked puzzled.

"Hilary, once again, I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation. And I find it unsettling to know that you graduated college and you are now teaching kids despite being so stupid." I shook my head. "We can do this one of two ways: yours or ours. Your way leads to prison. Now which will it be?"

"Can't we do something else?" Hilary whimpered.

"Alright Emma, we're done here." I put my arm around her waist and took two steps toward the door.

"No, wait. I'll do it. See I'm doing it."

I turned to see Hilary unbuttoning the last button on her blouse. I held my smile in check and Emma did as well, mostly. She removed her shirt and placed it carefully on the desk. Her skirt followed soon after. She just stood there in her plain white bra and matching panties, her hands folded together with her thumbs nervously twiddling against each other.

I looked at my watch in disgust at her hesitation. "C'mon, we don't have all fucking day."

Slowly, she unclasped her bra and slipped out of her panties, adding them to the stack of clothes. She was desperately trying to cover herself, putting one arm over her breasts and the other over her sex.

"Your hands should be at your sides." I spat. "How can we inspect our property?"

I thought Hilary was about to have a seizure, she was shaking so much. I motioned with my finger for her to turn around.

Despite my nonexistent acting skills, there was no way I could prevent what was happening in my pants.

"What do you think?" I asked Emma.

"I don't know. I guess she's okay for an old lady." Emma responded. We had this planned. We both knew Hilary was more than beautiful, but we wanted to knock her self-esteem even further down to make her more docile for what we had in mind.

"Jesus Christ. Sag much; they might as well be touching the floor?" I followed. Hilary's tits had virtually no sag, if any. "And look at the Amazon rainforest down there." A few tears began to fall down Hilary's cheek. I wonder if it's from the insults or my taking the Lord's name in vain. "Lift them up. Let me see what their supposed to look like." Hilary did as instructed and I was having one hell of a rush having this woman do as I say. "Now, I want you to give me a blowjob."

"No, I can't do that." Hilary shook her head.

"Maybe you're right; a blowjob is just too much for you. How about touching your toes?" Hilary glanced at me skeptically before slowly reaching down to touch her toes. I walked towards her. "Hold that position. I just want to get a closer look." As I passed her desk, I picked up her blue personal organizer and went behind her. Thwack. Thwack. I swiftly laid two blows, one on each cheek before she reacted.

"Aahhh!" Hilary screamed out and her body straightened up.

"You are going to learn that I don't tolerate disobedience and I fucking hate repeating myself. Now lean back down or get dressed and the police will be waiting for you when your ass gets home and you'll have a starring role on the six o'clock news."

Hilary started crying as she bent back down.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I concentrated on her ass but I mixed in a few shots to her thighs. "You will obey me." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. With each blow her back stiffened, and her body wanted to go upright. She was quick to return to her original position. "Without hesitation." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I was relentless with my abuse. "You will do as we say." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I really started to feel bad for the organizer. "You'll have no more thoughts of your own. You're too dumb to think for yourself anyway." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Her ass was glowing red now. "You are nothing more than a stupid slut. In fact that's now your name, Slut." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I continued to rain down blows with a fury. "You will answer to your name and do our bidding." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I was seriously having fun now. "You are nothing but a worthless Slut, put on this earth to serve me." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I started coming out of my self-induced rage and realized two things. First, she was only upright because at some point, she took to supporting herself against her desk and second, her screams of pain changed to grunts and moans with her ass pushing back at me after each blow, almost begging for more. "Sluts always do as their Master's wishes without hesitation." Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I looked at Emma, and I think she began to feel sorry for our teacher, but she said nothing. "Submit to me!" Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The organizer finally gave out and the papers fell to the floor in a mess. I dropped the tattered remains that were still in my hand. "Sluts don't need organizers any way. That is what their Master is for." I walked over to Emma. "Stand up, Slut."

Hilary tried to stand upright, she really did, but she couldn't quite get there. The best she could do is to be slightly hunched over. Her head was bowed and she stared at the floor. "Now give me a blowjob."

"Yes Master." Hilary said meekly as she fell to her knees.

"Damn, you really are stupid. How are you going to suck my dick from way over there? Crawl your ass over here." I pointed in front of me. She began to make her way over to us. "We were only going to have you do me, but after all your defiance, I think I need to teach you properly. Now you get to do Emma too." Hillary stopped in front of me, waiting. "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation? You expect me to take off my own pants when I have you? Idiot."




A Darkening Soul Ch. 01-07



Hilary unbuttoned my pants, and pulled my lower garments to the floor. She started slowly, getting my cock nice and slick with her saliva. When she felt it was properly taken care of, she put the tip in her mouth and swirled momentarily before sliding it further in. She was building a nice rhythm with a small amount of suction. Not like an experienced hooker, but it is obvious Hilary, unlike Emma, has done this before, if only a couple of times. The good Christian isn't so innocent. I stroked her hair. "You're doing well." With the encouragement I gave, she went faster, or maybe I was just getting close and it felt that way. "Here it comes and you better take it all, you fucking Slut." I came. I imagine it was like Old Faithful spouting out, there was that much. Having complete control over a woman will do that to you. As Hilary was finishing cleaning my cock, I heard a slight moan. I glanced at Emma. She was sitting on the desk, nude. We smiled at each other. "Alright Slut, time to please your other Master." 

Emma let out a small shriek in anticipation as Hilary slid over to her. Hilary may have been experienced in giving a man head, but not a woman. She was very tentative, barely doing anything until Emma grabbed her by the back of the head and plastered Hilary's face to her pelvic bone. I leaned down to Hilary's ear. "I can tell this is your first time doing this, but you better get used to it. Just imagine this was your cunt. How do you like to be pleased?" I then heard Emma moan louder and get into whatever Hilary was now doing. It was the sound of improvement.

I took this opportunity to go over my teacher's body. I cupped her breasts and found her nipples to be hard. I snaked my hands down and felt her pussy; it was wet. Just when I stood back up, I saw Emma covering her mouth with her hand, her legs clenching the sides of Hilary's head while she convulsed on the desk. It took a minute for her to calm down, but she finally relaxed and Hilary came out for air. "Clean her up really well, Slut. You are to view our cum as a gift. Don't waste it." Hilary went back between her legs and in no time had Emma clean. Hilary even licked her lips when she was done.

"Babe, I thought you would like to know our Slut is soaking wet. What should we do about that?"

Emma just threw up one of her hands as she was still lying on the desk trying to catch her breath.

I leaned back down to Hilary and whispered. "Do you want to cum too?" This is the last question I planned on asking her, ever. A yes would tell me that she may be accepting of her new role. A no means she has an impressive amount of will power, considering the desecration I just put her through, and will be an unbearable pain in the ass to break.

She slightly nodded, ashamed of herself. I smiled to myself.

"Lay next to Emma." Hilary jumped up and did so with such speed, I was amazed. I aligned my cock up with her entrance and shoved it in. No gentleness. Emma turned on her side and one hand frigged Hilary's clit and the other took turns pulling hard on her nipples. I really thought Emma was going to tear them off. She leaned in and whispered something to her and Hilary's eyes went wide and then her body shook underneath me. Her pussy milked me hard. Emma immediately removed her hand off Hilary's clit and then twisted and pulled both her nipples at once with an incredible amount of torque, sending another shockwave through Hilary. I pulled out and blasted my seed all over her stomach. After a few breaths, and without instruction, Hilary's hand went absentmindedly to her stomach and dutifully wiped my cum and then brought it back to her mouth to suck down. She repeated the act until she was clean.

Emma and I got dressed while Hilary waited for orders. "I want you to shave that shitty excuse for pubic hair and you don't need to wear underwear anymore. Oh, and for Christ's sake, do something about that wardrobe. You can wear skirts that are shorter than mid shin and blouses that don't completely cover your cleavage. And if orders are not followed, I assure you there will be consequences for every infraction." As we left, I saw Hilary start to scramble to get dressed.

I opened the car door and Emma got in. "What did you whisper to her?" I asked as I got into the driver's side.

"I was pulling hard on one of her nipples and was explaining that there was a penalty for having sex with my cock. She must really like pain because she climaxed right away."

"Your cock?" I questioned.

"Yes, it's my cock." Emma announced as if I should've known. "I love you and I want you to be happy. I'll do anything for you. While you are the only man for me, you can fuck whoever you want and I don't care. That doesn't mean there isn't going to be a penalty for the bitch you stick my cock into."

I laughed. "Fair enough."

Chapter 4: The First Student

We pulled into the mall.

"What are we doing here?" Emma asked.

"You mean I can't take you out?" I got out of the car and went around opening her door. "You deserve a shopping day." I kissed her.

Emma kissed me back with an enthused passion. "I don't know any boyfriends who take their girl to the mall without being asked."

As soon as we walked into the mall, I went a couple steps ahead of her, turned around and threw my hands in the air. "Whatever you want Babe. The mall is yours."

Emma jumped in her giddiness. We went to several clothes shops and Emma's wardrobe completely changed. Now she was wearing black hip hugging jeans with a tight white tank top with a black short sleeve denim jacket with a pair of black heels. Before long, I saw a store I wanted to go to. "Over here." I wrapped my arm around her waist and guided her to the jewelry store. I had her looking at necklaces while I wandered. I saw my selection and made the purchase. I rejoined her as she was trying to decide between a heart and a rose charm with a gold necklace. "I like the heart."

"The heart it is." Emma shook with excitement. 

As the saleswoman wrapped up the necklace, I set the box I purchased on the glass counter. 

"What's this?" Emma was perplexed.

"Open it." I nodded.

When she did, I fell to one knee. "Emma Brant, will you marry me?"

Emma screamed, "Yes!" and fell on top of me.

"I'm glad I can make you as happy as you make me."

We left the jewelry store, ate at a steak place in the mall and entered the big department store. Emma was trying on some clothes when Lindsey Hudson stormed towards me, Shelby practically begging from behind her to stop with Denise and Keri, two other members of the upper echelon clique right behind them.

"What the fuck did you say to Shelby? She's been depressed ever since you bumped into us at school."

"I only told her the truth, nothing more." I gave a hard look at Shelby. "You better put a leash on your puppy because I have no qualms about telling her what I said."

Shelby immediately grabbed Lindsey by her shoulders and started pleading with her to drop it. 

"Asshole!" Lindsey shouted and gave me the finger as Shelby tried dragging her away.

That gave me an idea. This chance encounter could save me some money. I headed toward the group of girls, specifically Shelby. Lindsey noticed and went completely off the deep end, telling, or should I say yelling at me to get away. I put my hand on Shelby's shoulder and whispered. "In ten minutes, I want you to pretend to get an urgent call and leave your little group. Meet me outside in front of the bookstore. If you don't, everyone will know you're secret come Monday." I headed back to the dressing rooms and Emma came out. 

I pulled up to the curb, got out, and pushed the backseat forward, indicating I wanted Shelby to get in. She surprised me by getting in without even uttering one word, let alone putting up a fight.

"Where are we going?" Shelby finally asked.

I just glanced at her in my rearview mirror. "Tell me about Lindsey. Why was she the only one of your group not holding a shopping bag or clothes to purchase?"

"Why do you care?" Shelby hissed. "And where are we going?"

"I'll tell you when you tell me." I said coldly.

Shelby let out a sigh. "Her Dad lost his job and they're struggling. Her Mom never worked, but was lucky enough to get a waitress job recently but it's nowhere near enough."

"We're going to the home of Lucas and John Silver."

Emma turned around, placing her hand in a way that flaunted the size of her diamond to Shelby. "I need to thank you."

"Why is that?" Shelby was shocked at the statement.

"I want to thank you for turning down my man. Just think, this could've been you." Emma leaned over and practically rammed her tongue to my tonsils. She pulled back and gave Shelby the huge smile that has been plastered on her face since the engagement. 

We pulled up to a rundown house on the shitty side of the city. "Wait here." I said to the ladies as I went up the walkway and knocked on the door. Lucas, an idiot stoner with long black hair answered the door and I could see his twin, John, sitting in a recliner a few feet behind him. They were currently doing their fourth year as juniors at our school, which makes them 20 years old. "Hey Lucas, I need enough LSD for a weekend party."

"I got that, hang on a second?" Lucas returned a minute later, holding a bag.

Before he could quote a price, I started. "As far as payment goes, I can give you cash, or I can have Shelby Preston blow each of you." I waved to the car and Emma got out followed by Shelby. Up until this moment, I was prepared to have the twins take her fully, but with all the needles these boys use, I'm afraid she'd end up with a STD and die. I didn't want that on my conscience.

Lucas's eyes lit up and John stood up with his mouth agape. They both stared at each other for a moment. I could see drool. They looked at me and in unison said "Shelby." I was then handed a plastic bag. I knew they would.

"After you, Shelby." I stepped aside and she hesitantly entered the house. "Have a seat on the couch." As she did, John and Lucas took a seat on each side of her and she cringed. They each put a hand on her thighs. Shelby went to stand when I held up a hand. "Shelby, I need you to take care of these two orally for me. If not, Emma here is has an email ready to be sent to the entire school about the subject we discussed." I gave a sinister smile as Emma flashed Shelby her phone, it displaying her email screen. "Just do what you've done to half the football team."

A resigned look was strewn across her face and she slid down to her knees. The twin's faces were eager with anticipation. Soon both boys had their pants around their ankles. Shelby spit on each boys cock and began skiing. Pumping her hands, she tentatively lowered her head in John's lap. This was a wonderful experience for me and Emma's doing her damn best not to break out laughing. Shelby began going in earnest, bobbing with speed on one while pumping hard on the other one, and then she switched.

I looked at my watch and whispered to Emma. "We need to get going." I put my arm around her waist and we silently extricated ourselves from the premises, leaving Shelby.

Chapter 5: If It Works, Great. If Not, We Had Fun!

It was nearing eleven at night when we pulled up to our next stop, a red single story ranch style home two towns over. "Looks like we'll have to break in."

"Let's do it." Emma was most enthused.

We went around to the back yard and fortune favored us as we found an unlocked window. At least I didn't have to break the glass. We entered into the office and were nearly scared half to death by the damn cat that jumped in front of us from the desk. The price of not having an invitation I guess. I set down my duffle bag and then I went to the door and peeked through the darkness to make sure the coast is clear. To the left is the living room, across the hall is the bathroom, and to the right a bedroom where our target, Rachel, was sleeping on her back.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." I whispered and Emma nodded her answer. I snuck silently into her bedroom and placed a strip in her slightly opened mouth and immediately ducked down in case she woke up. I crawled out the bedroom and rejoined Emma in the office. "30 minutes." I said with a smile.

I sat in the office chair with Emma on my lap as we kissed, slowly at first but it quickly ramped up in fervor to a full blown make out session. My hand was inside her top and hers was rubbing my rapidly growing erection through my jeans. All too soon though, it was time for the next phase of our plan. "Play the music as soon as I start talking."

I entered the bedroom and Rachel was already beginning to stir. I stood with the moonlight at my back, hoping the glow around my body would be soothing to her. I started talking, with George Handel's Messiah playing in the background, before she had a chance to scream, throw something, or freak the fuck out.

I spoke in a reassuring tone. "Rachel, I am the Son of God, you're Sheppard. You have nothing to fear as you are a good person, My Child. As long as you follow in my footsteps and do as I say, heaven will await you." I sat on the bed as I continued spewing my garbage. I rambled on for quite some time before I left, praising her goodness. I really needed water. I had to be quick. I didn't want her to be alone. 

"Do you think it will work?" Emma asked when I came out.

"It did for Charles Manson." I shrugged my shoulders. "Worst case scenario, she'll think it was a dream. Try and get some rest. I'll need to get a couple hours sleep periodically and I want you alert when it's your turn, my angel."

When I came back, a vibrator in hand, I immediately started up the Son of God speak. "Do as I say and you will find enlightenment. In fact, I want to reward you for your dedication to me. Put your faith in me." I pulled the bedspread away from her body, her long brown hair splayed behind her. I slowly pulled her panties down and lightly toyed with her pussy. I never stopped talking. My tone was low and soothing. Even as Rachel started getting wet, I only turned the vibrator to its lowest setting. I wanted everything serene. I would pump it a few times and then move to her clit and move it in a small circle for a short while. Rachel began to pant. I let my other hand roam her body, giving her a soft sensation all over. I petted her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her panting turned into a moan. As soon as she was on edge, I ramped up the speed of the vibrator and she came violently. All the while, I kept talking.

When Rachel came down from her drug induced high, I gave her another one and repeated everything. When I got tired, Emma would relieve me for an hour or two, pretending to be my angel. This went on until midday Sunday. Between the sleep deprivation, lack of food, and the constant sexual bombardment, I hope the insights of me being the Son of God and to follow my wishes take hold. If not, it was still a great weekend fucking with the mind and body of a woman.

I dropped off Emma and then went back to my place, needing to crash. I set my alarm and then fell onto my mattress at 4 pm, and I'll be damned if I didn't sleep all through the night.

I couldn't contain my exuberant feeling I had as I met Emma early in the parking lot at school. We had to impose our will on some people today and it was best to let them know as soon as possible, but that's not the cause of my jubilation. 

"I've missed you Babe." I embraced my fiancé from behind.

"Me too Handsome." Emma purred back and then kissed me.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Alright, I guess."

"I slept like shit. I can't stand not sleeping next to my Goddess." I shook my head. "With that said, I want you to move in with me. I got up early to talk to my Dad and he was fine with it as long as we don't bring a baby as well."

"Really?" Emma began to cry. "He said I could? How soon?"

"I was thinking we get your things tonight." I could feel the air being squeezed from my body, Emma held me so tight. Emma slinked down my body and unzipped my fly. "We've got business to take care of."

Emma gave me her lustful smile and I had no more complaints. We were in between our two cars, which blocked some views, but frankly, I didn't care. Emma is always very passionate in our sexual endeavors and right now was no exception. As soon as I was hard, which took all of a second; she was throwing her head on my cock. Her gagging throat was trying to push me out while her momentum was forcing me further down. When my shaft was on its way out, her tongue was lightly grazing my underside. She was doing everything to coax a quick release from me and when she began to hum, it was over. She sucked every last drop out of me and then zipped me up. 

I was finally able to look around and noticed a few students had watched. "Keep that up and you'll have every guy in the school asking you out."

"I'm already taken, don't you remember?" Emma flashed me her ring.

"No way will I ever forget that." I put my arm around her waist. "You ready to put people through hell?"

Emma just smiled her smile.

We found Edwin Matheny and Stu Jones in the weight room.

"Edwin. Stu. How are you guys doing?"

"What's up Will?" Stu did a curl.

"Hey there Will, I hear this little Philly of yours did you proud this morning." Emma didn't even bat an eye as Edwin was in positive humor today. I always did like Edwin. Too bad.

"Listen." My eyes went sharp and my face went cold. "I have something for you two." I handed them each a manila envelope and walked away. Inside each were clear pictures of them smoking weed and drinking alcohol on school property and a note from me telling them to be in Miss Dyer's room at 3:30 today or copies of these pictures would be sent to their football recruiters.

Next to cross our paths was Shelby, and she was not happy.

"How could you leave me there Will? You just left me!" Shelby wasn't quite screaming, but she was close.

"Shelby, do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up." I emphasized the last four words which caused Emma to chuckle. "I swear. Do you have any other setting other than Bitch mode?"

"How dare you say that to me?" Shelby actually threw a punch at me. When it impacted, it caused me to take a step back. 

Emma was on her in a heartbeat. "How dare you?" Whack! Emma slapped Shelby's face and a red mark appeared. A small congregation gathered around us. 

I leaned down to Shelby. "Apparently you want the world to know your secret, Bastard, oops, I meant less than a Bastard." 

Shelby's eyes went wide. "No, please. I'm sorry."

"I'll give you one more chance. Come to Miss Dyer's class room at 3:30 today." I stood up. "Let's go Babe."

Emma got up and draped herself to me as we left the scene. One more to go. We traveled the school, but couldn't find her and it was time to go to class. Damn. 

During my first hour American History class, I was pulled from the lecture to go visit Principal Larson. When I arrived, Emma and Shelby were sitting, waiting. I took a seat next to Emma and put my arm around her. Shelby couldn't even look at me. After a few moments, the three of us were called into the office by Mr. Dawson, a science teacher. 

Principal Larson was standing with her back to us, reading a file as we sat. "Who wants to tell me what that skirmish Mr. Dawson witnessed this morning was about?" Her voice was clear and conveyed authority.

Silence.

"No one?" Principal Larson turned around and froze. She looked tired. She shook her head and stared intently at me.

"I'll tell you, but it will have to be done privately." I answered. "Why don't you let everyone go back to class and I'll take full responsibility for this morning?"

"Of course." Principal Larson stammered. "That sounds reasonable." She sat at her desk and dismissed everyone by merely waving.




A Darkening Soul Ch. 01-07



As soon as the door shut, I stood, locked it and walked behind Principal Larson. She eyed me the whole way, but didn't move. "Rachel, you did well following my instruction. You deserve a reward." I began to gently massage her shoulders as I spoke in a calming tone. "It's just another example of your righteousness." I lowered my hands and began to softly rub her upper body as I did all weekend, paying a specific focus on her breasts.

Rachel's head lowered and her mind seemed to accept that I was someone she should listen to. "Thank you." She replied calmly.

"Why don't you stand up?" Rachel complied without hesitation. "Turn around and let me see you." She obeyed, her head still down. "Why do you not look at me? Do you feel you are not worthy of my presence?"

"I know I am not." Rachel said meekly.

"Why? I did say you were a good person, one of righteousness. But maybe you would feel better if you gave me an offering. Perhaps if you gave yourself to me you would feel you could look me in the eye. Would you like that?"

Rachel removed her grey suit coat. "Thank you." 

What a feeling it is to have control over a person like this. As Rachel stripped, so did I. I'm not sure how much time I actually have, so I wanted to hurry it along. You just never know what type of deviant might be sent to the Principal's office. I sat in her chair as she removed her last article of clothing, her black panties. She didn't even hesitate and immediately straddled me.

My cock was immersed in my Principal's pussy, being bathed by a wonderful, sensual feeling. Rachel started slowly and I couldn't help but to fondle her breasts. I had to keep reminding myself not to pinch or grope too hard. I had to keep it light, loving. She began to pick up speed and I could tell she was an educator as I was definitely learning from her experiences. She would almost corkscrew down my shaft and when she bottomed out, she grinded her hips into me. She began panting, "I am not worthy," over and over again. It was her mantra and it seemed to put her on the edge but not go over. I was ready to erupt and wasn't sure how long I could last.

Almost in a panic, I cupped both hands to her face and forced eye contact. "Yes, you are, My Child."

Rachel shrieked like something out of a horror movie. There was no stopping me at that point. I exploded inside her and her pussy muscles did everything in their power to keep me inside her. 

Rachel seemed to love that my seed was on its way to her womb. "I can feel you presence inside me."

What could I have done? Throw her off me? The Son of God wouldn't throw anybody. I wonder if she's hit menopause yet. Time will tell.

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Are you okay in there Principal Larson?" It was her secretary, Mrs. Yates, undoubtedly responding to Rachel's ungodly wail as she climaxed.

A look of nervousness took hold of Rachel and she looked at me, well sort of. She still couldn't look me in the eye. I smiled and she visibly calmed. "Tell her yes. That you only banged your shin on the desk."

Rachel smiled. "I'm fine. I just banged my shin on the desk."

"Oh, okay then." The voice filtered through the door.

Rachel then climbed off of me. "Thank you for the honor you have just given me." She said humbly as she got dressed.

"You are most certainly welcome, My Child." I got dressed. "I may have a student of yours, Emma Brant, run errands for me. She is a good person like yourself that I have let in on my existence. If she comes to you, it would be beneficial to my cause if you were to assist her in whatever undertaking I assigned her.

My mind was in a whirlwind as I made my way to my 3rd hour class.

"So, did you fuck her?" Emma interrupted my thought process as she wrapped herself around me.

"No, other way around. And get this; afterward, she thanked me for the privilege." I smirked.

"Damn it. I didn't get to give her a penalty."

"Babe, to be honest I didn't have that intention when we did that to her over the weekend. But I don't think it is wise to penalize her when she thinks I'm the Son of God." I hugged her tightly. "You may have to let that one go. Don't want to ruin our cover."

Emma's eyes brightened. "Okay, since you put it that way, I'll leave Principal Larson alone." She gave me her warm smile again. "I'll just take it out on the next skank."

"You really are an angel." I kissed her.

Chapter 6: Four Deals Are Struck

When we broke the kiss, Emma pointed. "There she is."

"Good eyes Babe, I'll see you 6th period." I hustled through the crowd and caught our target right before she entered her class. "Lindsey." I was bright and chipper.

Lindsey turned around with a look of disgust. "I have nothing to say to you. I know you took Shelby half way across town and left her for dead. Keri and I had a hell of a time finding it. You're lucky I don't go to the Principal and tell her you're harassing students." She turned to go into the classroom. "Now if you'll excuse me." 

Yeah, the Principal isn't much of a threat anymore. "Lindsey, please wait." She didn't. So I just decided to attend her class this period. I walked in and took the seat right next to hers.

"Get out of here Will. Leave me alone."

"Look, all I want to do is make it up to you. Let me take you to the Pizza Shack across the street for lunch."

"Who you really need to make it up to is Shelby." Lindsey was defiant.

"Hey, this is my seat." Harold Parks stood next to me.

"I'm leaving in minute, hold on." The bell rung to start class as I turned back to Lindsey. "I already talked to her this morning and now I want to make it up to you."

I could almost see Lindsey's defensive wall crumble. "You know Will; this is a side of you I haven't seen before. You seem so confident now." Lindsey brushed the back of her hand against my arm.

"So you'll let me buy you lunch?"

"Young man, I need you to go to your own class." Mr. Walker said as he whacked a ruler against his desk.

"I gotta go now, so is that a yes?"

Lindsey gave a little grin. "Yes, now get going before he sends you to the Principal's office."

I stood and waved a hand gesture for Harold to now take his seat. With that, the class gushed out in laughter. As I went through the door, Mr. Walker said, "And don't come back." This made the class laugh more.

Now I have a date with the captain of the cheerleaders. Well, she thinks it's a date anyway. I just remember her influencing Shelby to laugh at my proposal just six days ago and the sight of her tormenting Emma so many times. I really didn't have any desire to go to class so I wandered the halls until there was only five minutes left of the period and made my way back to Mr. Walker's class and to wait for Lindsey.

"Hey there." Lindsey lightly smacked my arm. "Have you been out here the entire time?"

"Nope, I walked around a little bit then came back here to meet you. You ready?"

"Absolutely."

We sat down and I ordered a large pepperoni and two cola's for us. I let her flirt for most of the time through lunch until I dropped the bomb.

"That really was funny." I took a drink. "Anyways, I was wondering how your family was holding up."

Lindsey's mood went solemn. "Fine, why do you ask?"

"I was just interested in how your Dad's job search was going?"

Lindsey took a deep breath, relinquishing her façade. "It's been rough." A few tears began to plummet down her cheeks. "My Dad can't find a job and Mom is never home, grabbing whatever hours she can at her waitressing job. I know we aren't making all the payments. I've even started looking for work." She put her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Would you care if I helped out? I could hire you?"

"What, you mean like in the movie Can't Buy Me Love or Love Don't Cost a Thing?" Lindsey wiped away a few tears. "I don't think you realize, but you wouldn't have to pay for me. I'll be your girlfriend without money."

"No. I'm serious. I want to hire you as an... escort." My eyes turned cold and all affection in my voice faded.

"What?" Lindsey was caught completely off guard.

"Please tell me you know what I mean?" I asked arrogantly.

Lindsey's mouth just hung open.

I rolled my eyes. "A whore, slut, jezebel, hooker, floozy, harlot, streetwalker..."

"Stop!" Lindsey put up her hand. "I get it." She finished in a defeated tone.

"A prostitute." I added with a smile. "I pay well. Interested?" I took one last drink, emptying my cup. "I know with all the boyfriends you've had, you have to have some skills. I really think you can be of value to me."

"I thought you were interested in me." Lindsey's head hung low and she began to pick at a stray pepperoni on her plate.

"Nope." I chuckled, thoroughly dismissing her statement. "I'm attached to Emma." I just gazed over her downtrodden form. "Look, I'm going to go. If you're interested, let me know." I stood and took a couple steps.

"Wait." Lindsey stopped me with the most pathetic, helpless sound. "How much are we talking?"

I sat back down. "Well, I'd like to put you on salary. Say $500 a week. Some weeks you may have a couple of clients, others weeks may be zero. Either way you get paid."

Lindsey rebutted. "$1000."

"Mmm. $700. Final offer, take it or leave it."

"How do I know I can count on this every week?"

"I'll pay you every Monday, starting today, effectively paying you in advance. There is one rule I expect to be followed while you are under my employ."

"What's that?"

"Obedience. If I'm paying for something, I expect my money's worth. You do what I or Emma tells you to do without even the slightest bit of hesitation. If you can do that, we have a deal and my first order would be for you to be at Miss Dyer's class at 3:30 this afternoon and I will have your first weeks' pay. If not, enjoy the cardboard box you'll be living in."

"I'll be there." Lindsey said disheartened.

I stood and left. Knowing full well I was getting a bargain for $700 a week. Normally that is what one night would be. I was prepared to pay much more for the head cheerleader to do whoever I tell her to do.

6th period finally arrived. I was excited to see Emma. I was excited to see my slave. I went to my car to get my duffle bag, ensuring I'd be late.

I was greeted at the door with a kiss from Emma. "So how did it go with the 'head' cheerleader?"

"She'll be here, $700 a week." 

"Good, now c'mon in and let's see if our slave listened." 

"You didn't go in yet?" I was momentarily stunned.

"I was waiting for you, c'mon." Emma was practically pulling me in.

We walked in, well I was dragged in, and we had to do a double take. Hilary's blouse showed ample cleavage, her skirt ended just above the knee, both hugging her body tightly, and she had on a pair of black pumps. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was styled up with just a tendril cascading over one of her cheeks. I can tell she got a manicure and a pedicure and if her skirt was shorter, she would look like she was in Lindsey's new profession. Throughout class, Hilary avoided looking at us. I liked what I saw and it was obvious Emma did too as she was damn near drooling every time she looked up. Not that I wasn't, I just didn't show it.

With class over, Hilary stood in front of her desk with her head bowed. Emma and I stood. I went toward Hilary and Emma began clearing the desks in front of Hilary's desk. "Get undressed." I ordered.

Hilary did without even blinking an eye. On the inside, I was jumping for joy. I wasn't sure how two days without seeing me would affect her. Hell, I assumed she would've skipped town. On the outside, my face was cold and calculating. I looked her over with my hand to my chin. I reached out and felt her sex. It was shaved, but there was some stubble. I am truly grateful I can punish her for a legitimate infraction I can blame on her. "It's not smooth. I expect my Slut to present a body to me that I can be proud of." I went to my duffle bag and pulled out a paddle.

"No Master. Please, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Hilary started to cry.

At that moment, the door opened. I glanced at my watch, 3:30. Just in time. Hilary's look was priceless and she went to cover herself with her hands.

"It's okay Slut, I was expecting guests so don't embarrass me." I gave a stern look.

"Sorry Master." Hilary's hands went back to her sides.

Lindsey, Stu, Edwin, and Shelby entered the room and Emma directed them to the empty area. All four of them had a look of disbelief at seeing their naked teacher.

"Babe." I looked at Emma and then nodded toward Lindsey.

Emma went to the duffle bag and pulled out an envelope and handed it to the cheerleader.

Lindsey opened it and seemed surprised the envelope contained the money we agreed on.

"Are we good Lindsey?" She nodded. "Each one of you is here for the same reason." I spun the paddle in my hand. "To see what will happen when you disappoint me. Bend over the desk Slave." Hilary did so immediately and the four were in awe that Miss Dyer did so without question. "Grab hold of the edge of the desk and don't you dare move." Just as Hilary did, the first strike came crashing down like thunder. Thwack. 

"Aaaiieeeee." Hilary cried out.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Each one echoing in the room. To Hilary's credit, her hands stayed put. For five minutes, I struck forcefully and repeatedly. Very quickly, her ass became beat red and her screams were becoming grunts and moans, again. "It's over Slut. You can take your spot at my side now." I pointed at the floor.

Hilary kneeled beside me. "Thank You Master. I promise I'll do better." 

The quartet that stood before me had facial expressions as if they were in a cartoon.

"Now with that done, here is what I want from you. You four are the most influential in our school. If I see or even hear of you or any of your minions doing something I don't approve of, it will be your ass over the desk and any knowledge about you will become public. Either way, I don't give a shit." I paused to let them digest my words. "Lindsey, come over here." As she took a couple steps, I had to force myself not to smile. "You three are free to go, but I expect all of you to be back here 3rd period tomorrow for a meeting." Stu and Edwin were heading toward the door rather briskly but Shelby seemed to go at a snail's pace. I turned back to Lindsey. "I want to see my investment." Lindsey slowly put her hands on the hem of her shirt. With a deep breath, she lifted and removed it. When she finished stripping, I really took a look. "I must say, cheerleading has done you well. By all means, turn around." When her back was to me, I took her in my arms and whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry for my choice of words earlier. I do like you. I do. More than you could ever know. I want to be with you. I suppose earlier I was just scared of my feelings for you. I will take care of you. But I love Emma and I won't hurt her. I can't. You can turn back around." Lindsey then faced me. "Do you understand?" She had a small smile and hugged me. "Are you still willing to do this?"

"I can for you." Lindsey let loose a few tears.

"I am sorry. I will have to talk to you a certain way in front of Emma. Just as Miss Dyer's name is Slut, I decided yours will be whore." I said sympathetically. "I hope you understand."

"I do." Lindsey nodded.

"Thank you Lindsey." I said comfortingly, still whispering. "Shall we start?"

"I'm ready."

I love dumb blondes. Lindsey believed every word. I figure if she believes there is a chance at love for her, she will be more accommodating to me. "Slut, on the desk. Lindsey, my slave here gets really horny when she gets spanked. I want you to take care of her for me."

Lindsey lowered her face to Hilary's pussy. As she got close, she looked at me and mouthed "For you," smiled, and dove in. She has definitely done this before. Shelby maybe? I can arrange to see that. Emma came over and draped herself on me as she always does. God, I love her. Or I should say, the Son of God loves her. 

Emma nuzzled in my neck. "Thank you for this."

"Anything for you." I kissed her deeply. "Why don't we have some fun?"

Hilary's moans were getting louder as Emma and I got undressed. I lightly stroked my shaft as I watched the head cheerleader suck at Miss Dyer's womanhood. A total erotic fantasy. 

"Why don't you have our Slut treat you to a good time with her mouth and I'll give our new toy a try. That way you can punish Lindsey twice." I rubbed Emma's small tits.

"Twice?" Emma asked curiously.

I smiled at her. "You mean you already forgot about the Principal's debt?"

Emma flashed a wicked grin. Whatever Emma has planned for Lindsey, I can't wait to watch it. Emma straddled Hilary's face and I positioned myself behind Lindsey. Simultaneously, Hilary's tongue entered Emma and I pierced Lindsey with my rod. Immediately, Lindsey pushed back on me. Every couple moments, I saw Lindsey look over her shoulder at me and smile. That usually was followed by different contortion of her body. Lindsey spun her ass counterclockwise. She pushed back while arching her back up. She reached between my legs and cupped my balls. The guttural sounds of sex filled the room. Moaning, heavy grunting, the occasional wail, and a plethora of praises to God all vibrated off the walls. My eyes locked with my fiancé and the look on her face was pure bliss. My visual senses were on overload. To watch Emma writhing on a squirming Hilary while her legs encompassed a convulsing Lindsey. Just to be able to watch Emma's orgasm pushed me over the edge. My head fell back and I closed my eyes. I penetrated as deep as I could and I blew my load inside Lindsey's sopping cunt. It seemed to go on forever. Then there was a high pitched scream that brought me back from my euphoria. I jerked my head forward to see Emma, underneath Lindsey, stretching her nipples as far as they could go. Then, right when I pulled out, she smacked Lindsey's pussy with her palm, hard.

Lindsey fell to the floor, confused. "What was that for?"

Hilary sat up and was absolutely glowing, not just from her two orgasms, but knowing full well something happened to Lindsey having known Emma's rule.

Emma embraced me. "Slut, explain to Whore what happened."

"Yes Mrs. Master." Hilary slid down next to Lindsey. "You had sex with Mrs. Master's cock. The penalty she delivered to you was the price you pay for her letting you have the privilege. It hurts, but wasn't it oh so worth it?"

Lindsey glanced up at me with a weak smile and gave a quick nod. "Absolutely." 

Hilary then did something I didn't expect. She started cleaning out Lindsey's cunt, and she was making a spectacle of it. Apparently, this is all it took for Lindsey to forget about what Emma did as her body began contorting in ways I didn't think was imaginable. Not really wanting to take our eyes off the show being played out before us, Emma and I forced ourselves to get dressed. As soon as Lindsey howled, signifying her orgasm, I went to Hilary. "Very good Kitten." I patted her on top of the head. 

On the way out, I had my arm wrapped around Emma's waist and Lindsey was about a foot away from me on the other side.

"Well," Lindsey stopped, and I swear I could see jealousy in her eyes, "My car is over there."

"Later Whore." Emma dismissed.

I broke from Emma and put my head to Lindsey's ear. "Remember, you should consider it an honor to be my Whore. Every time it is said, it is my way of saying I love you."

Lindsey blushed. "Thank you for saying that." She kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for the greatest sex of my life."

"You're welcome, Whore." I stressed the last word and put a finger to her cheek. I want her to embrace her new life.

Lindsey's smile was exuberant.




A Darkening Soul Ch. 01-07



As soon as we got in the car, I openly laughed, hard. I started snorting. 

Emma chuckled briefly. "What's so funny?"

"A week ago, that bitch laughed at me for asking Shelby out and now she's in love with me." I inhaled deeply, trying to catch my breath.

"Yeah, I noticed." Emma said a little upset. "And I don't like it."

"Ah, Babe, don't be jealous." I put my arm around Emma. "No one will ever replace you. I mean how many people would ever say I will do anything and everything to please you?"

"I don't know, but I will." Emma said flatly.

"So don't worry about Whore. I'm only encouraging it so eventually I don't have to pay her." I kissed Emma. "I proposed to you. I'm moving in with you. You are the one I want"

"But she's got the perfect body. I can't compete..."

"Compete? There's no competition. Your body is perfect. And besides, I don't think I could ever have a conversation with her. I mean there's no cure for stupid. It's me and you. Well, me and you and a perfectly trained slave. Even if you don't trust her, trust me."

"You're right. I trust you." Emma smiled.

Chapter 7: How to Deal With a Parent

We were in Emma's bedroom, just finished packing what she wanted when her Mom came home.

"Em dear, are you home? Whose car is outside?" Emma's Mom called up the stairs.

We trudged downstairs and I took Emma's two suitcases to the car as Emma went into the kitchen to see her Mom. I made my way back in and sat on the couch.

"Oh he's back inside; c'mon I want you to meet him." Emma's voice was full of enthusiasm.

"Yes. I would like to meet the boy responsible for corrupting my sweet, innocent daughter." Emma's Mom's voice sounded none too happy.

"Mom, this is Will. Will, this is my Mom, Nancy Brant."

"Hello, Mrs. Brant, pleased to meet you." I extended my hand.

Nancy ignored my request as Emma sat in my lap. I swear smoke was coming from her ears.

"So you're the man encouraging, this." Nancy made a gesture with both of her hands towards her daughter.

"I encourage her to be herself." I countered.

"This isn't the time for jokes. Be seri... Oh my God! What is on your finger young lady?"

"Do you like it?" Emma seemed impervious to her Mom's anger as she still had a beaming smile. "My man here got it for me Friday. I'm going to be Mrs. Emma Harrison."

"Ma'am, I have money and a slave. I can take care of Emma just fine."

"Over my dead body!" I don't think it registered to her that I said I had a slave. Nancy stood and pointed at me. "You get out of my house! I don't ever want to see you near my daughter again! Emma, go to your room!"

I leaned in to Emma's ear. "Start rubbing my cock."

Emma smiled and her hand subtly went between my legs. "Mom, you're overreacting. We love each other and I know you'll love Will if you take the time to get to know him."

"I don't need to know him. Any man who proposes while still in high school before even meeting her parent is absolutely delusional. If your father was alive to see... What the fuck are you doing Emma? Remove your hand from his crotch this instant!"

Emma seemed very amused and increased her pace. I only wanted to see Nancy's reaction, but this was turning out much better. I was actually starting to feel a very familiar sensation brewing. "Mom relax, it's just a hand job. He'll be done in a minute."

At that moment, Nancy turned into a towering inferno.

"Tell her you're moving out." I whispered. This was getting really entertaining.

"Besides, I'll be doing much worse to him tonight when I move in with him."

I came. I could feel the stickiness on my leg as it seeped through my jeans.

Nancy went from a volcano ready to burst to a deer caught in the headlights. "What?" She was lost as she slumped back into her chair. She was obviously defeated. "Emma, you're way too young for this." Nancy said meekly. "You have such a bright future ahead of you. Don't throw it all away."

Emma got up and I was right behind her. She kissed her Mom on the cheek. "Mom, I love you, but I made my decision. I'm 18 and ready to lead my own life. I will still visit though."

Emma turned to leave and Nancy grabbed her arm. With one last futile gasp, she said, "Don't go."

Emma turned, knelt down, and cupped her Mother's hand. "Mom, I do love you," her voice was as soft as a melody, "but I'm marrying Will. He's the one, and I want to stand by his side." Emma stood and waited by the door.

I began to calmly talk as I knelt down to Nancy. "Ma'am, I made a promise to never let anyone hurt your daughter and that includes me. But that also includes you." Nancy's eyes suddenly filled with fear. Did she think I was going to hurt her? "You don't have to forgive me, even though this decision was both of ours, but I would like you to consider forgiving your daughter. Sure, an engagement and moving in together may be rash, it is, but I love her with all my heart and soul. Just keep in mind there isn't a set date for the wedding, it hasn't even been discussed. But when we do get married, I know we both will want you there, especially Emma. She is your daughter and she loves you dearly. Please return the love, even if you disapprove of our decision."

"If anything happens to her, I swear to God I'll kill you." Nancy replied.

"Ma'am, if anything happens to her, I'll give you the gun." I stood and Emma and I walked out of her old house.

We went home. I made room for her things as Emma unpacked. I lost 90% of my bathroom, 80% of my closet and 60% of my dresser space, but she's worth it. Lastly, I purchased her a vanity online. Emma deserves her own private space. Now if only there was an available room for our slave? 

I slept the best I have ever slept in my life. Having a nude Emma cuddling next to me the whole night would do that to you. Life is good, better even. It amazes me how much life can change in a week. I went from being a fly on the wall to being engaged, the collector of dirty little secrets, employing a prostitute, having a slave, and the coup de grace, the Son of God. It all begs the question, am I going too far to have a peaceful High School? Everyone has the right to go to school without scrutiny or persecution, and so what if I give the elites a dose of their own medicine. I know it's outdated but an eye for an eye, right? Or should I go with forgive and forget? As for Principal Larson and Miss Dyer, I suppose they're collateral damage. If Rachel Larson could do her duty as Principal and ensure the security of her students, and that includes emotionally too, she wouldn't be in this predicament. As for Miss Dyer, she seems happy in her new role, who am I to keep her from her happiness? Thomas Jefferson once said "If there's something wrong, those that have the ability to take action, have the responsibility to take action." And Voltaire said, "Every man is guilty of the good he did not do." I hate the idea of a monarchy, but when diplomacy fails, even the presidency takes on emergency powers that can veto rights, so why can't I? I am not worthy to lead, but if no one else is willing to stand up against tyranny, I will, for Emma's sake I must.

Coming Soon: Chapters 8-13