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School for Sluts

By: ivejustseenaface154



The sign shone brightly underneath the sun. "Brighton College Institute for Girls", it read. Elizabeth placed a hand over her eyes and tipped her head back in order to get a better look at her new home. It looks like a prison, she thought darkly.

"Hurry up, Liz, or we're going to be late!" Her father held the car door open for her, tapping his foot impatiently. Elizabeth scurried out quickly, not wanting to anger him.

They walked down the hall to the headmaster's office. All the doors to the classrooms were shut, and there was no laughter. Liz could have sworn that she heard a scream in the distance, but dismissed the idea quickly.

When they had finally reached the headmaster's office, her father ushered her in silently. A pretty but stone-faced secretary sat at her desk, tapping away at a computer. She held up one finger to indicate that she would be with them in a moment. 

It was more than ten minutes before she finally acknowledged their presence. 

"Good evening, Mr. Channing, Elizabeth. It's a pleasure to meet you." She offered her hand to both father and daughter, and they shook it solemnly.

"Headmaster Walters is delighted to have you at our school. He is very eager to meet both of you. If you'll just step into his office, Elizabeth." When her father tried to follow, she held up a hand. 

"The Headmaster only wishes to speak with Elizabeth at this moment, Mr. Channing. You can wait out here." And with that, she shut the door.

Elizabeth took a moment, before she turned from the door and faced the Headmaster's desk. When she did, she wasn't surprised to see a middle-aged, balding man slouching into his chair. He straightened when he saw her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Channing. It is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard many things about you from your father, all of them positive, I assure you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Headmaster Walters," Liz said politely. 

He smiled at her again before he spoke. "I'm not sure you know, Elizabeth, but this school is very...unique. And so, we need to test your abilities before you are ready to enter this school. And so, if you'll follow me..." He opened a door behind his desk, and gestured for her to enter it.

She did so, and the Headmaster immediately shut the door behind them. Elizabeth's eyes widened at the scene before her. Five men were lined up behind a counter which held various tools, but they were too far away for her to see what they were.

Fear lodged in her throat, and she gasped when the Headmaster gripped her wrists behind her, dragging her towards the counter. He had remarkable strength, and wasn't panting at all as her told her calmly, "I am sure that your father left out one detail when he was describing this school to you. Yes we are the Brighton School for Girls, more commonly known as the Brighton School for Sluts."

And with that, he pushed her onto a table. Elizabeth felt two hands shove her back, and another pair hold her legs down painfully. Metal cuffs were snapped around her wrists, successfully binding her to the table. Next, her ankles were shoved into stirrups, and tied there as well.

The six men looked at her, some leering, some with blank expressions. 

"Now, Elizabeth, we know you're not a virgin, and we know you're over 18, so what we're about to do shouldn't come as too much of a shock." Elizabeth's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to scream, when a ball was shoved in her mouth and clasped around her head.

Her clothes were cut away from her body within seconds, and she was left with only her bra and panties covering her. The Headmaster discarded her bra and began stroking her breasts.

He ran his thumbs over her nibbles, and they tightened painfully. The Headmaster sneered at her.

"Your nibbles grow hard at the slightest touch. It seems that a school for sluts is perfect for you."

Watching her face, the Headmaster signaled for a man to continue stroking her boobs while he explored the lower half of her body. His grubby hand slid across her stomach, leaving a trail of sweat behind.

He didn't even hesitate to slip his hand into her underwear and stroke her most intimate section. His gaze never wavered when he took a pair of scissors and cut her panties. 

He smiled very slowly. "That's one hell of a pussy you have there, Elizabeth. You don't mind if we...explore it a little more, do you?"

And with that, two of the men grabbed the lips of her pussy and pulled them back, completely exposing her. Elizabeth tried to scream, but the ball kept her from making any coherent sound. 

The Headmaster raised his eyebrows. "So you're still not satisfied? Hmmm, you are one greedy slut. But I know just the man to help you." He gestured towards the door, and Elizabeth watched in horror as her father walked into the room.

He was completely naked, and his dick sprung up into his stomach. Liz could see the bead of moisture already forming there. Her eyes started to water, and a single tear dripped down her face. 

The headmaster frowned at her. "Now, now, Elizabeth, you wouldn't want to deny your own father the right to fuck his daughter, would you?" He reached out a hand to fondle her dad's rock-hard cock as he spoke. 

Her father gave the headmaster a secret smile, then bent down on his knees. Elizabeth felt his warm breath on her still-exposed pussy, and then his mouth was sucking her.

She felt the other men's hands drop away, but her dad's hand's were right there to replace them. His thumb rubbed her clit in a circular motion, while his tongue slipped in and out of her cunt.

Elizabeth could feel herself getting closer to coming, which sickened her. This was her father, for heaven's sake. But his fingers and tongue continued to make her body respond in a way that disgusted her.

When she felt the pressure lift from her clit, she sighed with relief. But it was to be a short-lived relief, for seconds later his finger began to jam into her cunt. He finger-fucked her for a minute, then placed the tip of his finger on her sensitive nub.

She came in an instant, tremors racking her body and making her buck. She could hear the men laughing at her, and was absolutely mortified.

"Well, she's easy to please," one man jeered.

"The slut doesn't even need to be fucked for her to come," another said in mocking tone.

The headmaster didn't say a word. He motioned for her father, who was laughing as well, to move out of the way. He stuck a finger into her vagina, twisting it around. One of the more-serious men pulled the gag out of her mouth. She opened it to scream, but found that the Headmaster's cum-juice covered finger had replaced the gag.

Choking a little, she tried to move her head out of the way, but hands held it in place. "Suck your own juices, bitch," Headmaster said nastily. "You know you want to. Sluts always do." Elizabeth stubbornly refused, and the man's eyes narrowed.

"Bring the whip," he said in a cold voice, smirking as her eyes grew wider. "You will suck my finger Elizabeth," he said calmly. "Unless you want to endure unnecessary pain."

The tallest man handed him a long stick with a chain attached to it. He cracked it in the air once, then brought it down on her pussy. The pain made her begin to suck on his finger automatically, and by the second lash, she had licked it clean.

"Good girl, Elizabeth," the Headmaster said condescendingly. "Now it's time to give your old man a little bit of pleasure. After all, he deserves a little gratitude for raising you so well."

One of the cuffs slid of her wrist, but was captured by a strong grip and led towards her father's erection. He let out a groan as the man began to pump her hand up and down. Elizabeth balked at the idea of giving her dad a hand job, but one more crack of the whip and she was sliding it up and down on her own. 

Her hand grew wet with the pre-cum dripping from her father's dick, and it made a squishing sound as she ran her hand along the length of him. It was only a couple minutes before her father shuddered and let out a shout, spraying her with sticky, white fluid. 

The Headmaster ordered her to lick it up and swallow, and she began to do as he asked. She didn't want to be whipped again. Then, without warning, she felt a hard object pressed against her entrance. It was the Headmaster's cock, she realized with surprise and fear. Sometime when she was giving her dad a hand-job, he'd taken off his clothes. 

As he began pumping his dick in and out of her, her father walked around behind the older man. His penis was hard again, and he rubbed it against the Headmaster's ass, wrapping his arms around the man.

They were lovers, Liz concluded. She felt like throwing up. It was already disgusting that the Headmaster's cock was filling her, and that she's been forced to feel her dad's dick, but to learn that her father was bi only added to the sick feeling in her stomach.

One of the other men had begun to rub her clit, bringing her on the verge of a climax again. But the Headmaster came fairly quickly, probably from the added pleasure of her father's hard-on pressed against his butt. Her father came again soon after, and the Headmaster pulled out of her cunt.

"Stop rubbing her pussy, Leonard. She can finish herself off." He reached out a hand towards her dad and pulled him towards himself. Grinding their dicks together, he said, "Come on, Mitch. I have something I want to discuss with you in my office. You gentlemen are dismissed. Thank you for your time."

He turned towards Elizabeth, who was still on the verge of an orgasm. "Feel free to masturbate. I'll be glad knowing we gave you pleasure. Welcome to the academy."

Elizabeth was left alone in the cold room, but at least she was no longer bound, as the men had undone the restraints before they left. She let one hand fall down to her pussy. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but she needed to come.

After a brief masturbation session, she headed towards the Headmaster's office. She was terrified to learn what the rest of the day would bring.

School for Sluts 00



MEET THE SLUTS OF SIXTH YEAR

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Please note all characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.

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It is a normal Wednesday lunch time at Slatternly High, let's go for a walk around the grounds and look at some of the activities of the sixth formers and teachers of this everyday High School. Starting behind the bike sheds. Where Sarah, known as Sarah The Slut to most of her friends and enemies (and teachers) is currently on her knees sucking one lucky sixth form boys cock. It's not her first blow job of the day but it is the best so far so she's pretty enthusiastic in her oral efforts. The tall, pretty blonde's efforts quickly bear fruits and her mouth is flooded with the warm seed of a gangly nerd who is exceedingly grateful.

He is also pretty keen to get out of there when four girls appear from around the corner and start wolf whistling. In fact, the speccy nerd tried to make a break for it with his dick still hanging out, which gives Sarah something to grab as she halts him. 

"Forgetting something four eyes?" she demands as she licks his cum from her lips.

He's like a rabbit trapped in the lights as she stammers at the blonde then illumination comes to him and he wrestles a folded ten pound note from his pocket and hands it to her.

"Thank you" and she let shim go as she tucks the money inside her shirt as the four girls come towards her.

Cheryl, Kimberley, Nadine and Nicola as dressed immaculately sexily in school uniform and the stand before Sarah as she straightens her own uniform out. Cheryl is very definitely the leader of this little gang and she pipes up.

"How much is that for the day then Sarah?"

"Thirty quid, not bad eh girls, I could get used to this life you know!"

All five broke into laughter then and Sarah joined her friends as the walked away from the bike sheds, although Sarah was a complete slut she was still their friend and while the other four wouldn't do what she did they still hung out together.

We pass on then to Miss Dannii Duncan's class room where the raven haired 31 year old Geography teacher is sitting marking papers in her room while a female pupil, Louise Laing, sits and fumes as she serves detention. Miss Duncan had had problems with Louise all term and had finally taken a stand (some would say the action was long overdue) today and the bad girl is not best pleased. Passing the corridor right then is Mrs Osbourne, the school's Head Mistress. She's a hard nosed woman in her 50's who has seen it all and done it all and knows for sure Miss Duncan is a weakling and not hard enough to teach in her school, still she's got other plans for the pretty teacher and seeing Louise fuming gives her the opportunity to further her plans. She doesn't knock, just opens the door and walks into the room, undermining Dannii at every step she directly addresses the pupil.

"Well Louise, in trouble are we?"

Now Mrs Osbourne did strike fear into Louise, she struck fear into virtually all the kids.

"Yes Mrs Osbourne, she reckons I was cheeky to her".

'She' was indicated as Miss Duncan by a stab of the girl's finger.

The Head looked over her half glasses at the pretty teacher and gave her a withering look, that had the timid teacher already cowering.

"Did she indeed? Well run along you're excused detention."

Louise couldn't get out of there quickly enough and satisfied herself with a middle finger salute to her teacher once she was in the corridor. Inside the classroom Miss Duncan was intensely annoyed but could bring herself to question why her Head had just undermined her in such a deliberate way.

"Got a problem with that Miss Duncan? No I didn't think you would."

Then barely under her breath.

"God, you really are a pathetic creature aren't you."

And the Headmistress left the classroom and continued on her way with a mental image of the young teacher bent over Mrs Osbourne's desk, her pert bottom upturned and the stern Head slapping her old cane across her palm in expectation. Dannii meantime, began packing up fighting back the urge to burst into tears.

On a bench that the classroom over looks two girls are starting to feel strange feelings towards each other. At first glance Abi and Jennifer could almost be twins, both short, busty blondes. Abi was the oldest in class Jennifer the youngest, just having had her 18th birthday. But they had been thrown together for combined studies these last few weeks and really enjoyed each others company. There was just something so innocent about the way Jennifer looked with those wide open blue eyes at her friend that made Abi go wet between the legs. She knew it was wrong, she had been with boys before but was experiencing feelings that were so alien to her that she was unable to fight them off. Unconsciously her hand reached out as Jennifer spoke earnestly to her and laid on the younger girls thigh. Jen didn't even seem to notice, although there was the faintest smile across her lips.

To anyone watching they were just two sexy friends speaking on a bench but there was a lot more going on there and both seemed on some level aware of it but neither knew just how far it might go.

Jennifer and Abi's sensual spell was broken by the barking sounds of raised voices. They belonged to the two most aggressive females in the school, Katie and Jodie. They had hated each other since first year, had fought each other numerous times over the years, both girls winning and played all sorts of dirty tricks on each other too. This was a real feud, make no mistake about that. The joke was they was so alike that it was almost unreal. Both girls had long brown hair, both over did it with make up, both wore the most shocking uniform imaginable, both liked boys more than they seemed to like life and both had really well developed breasts they were only too happy to show off.

But boy did they have tempers, and they weren't afraid to let them go!

"You fucking ugly bitch, he was my man first, I'll tear your eyes out you sloping nose dog!" growled Katie.

"Yeah right fatso, why would he want to stay with a whore like you? I'll show him what a real woman is like!" snarled Jodie in return.

They had their nails out and teeth bared and were just ready for the latest in a long line of fights when two teachers interceded to keep them apart (male teachers who copped a good feel of the sexy teenage bodies as they did).

"I'll fucking get you for this bitch! Just see if I don't! You've done it now, I'll finish you this time!" swore Katie and there was conviction to her voice.

Jodie just spat in Katie's direction and continued to swear at her but she knew her deadly rival was serious and had the feeling that their next confrontation would be their greatest and may bring a winner to the feud once and for all. That was fine with her she had dreamed about being rid of Katie or crushing her publicly so that the humiliation was complete. Judgement day looked to be coming for both of them.

On the other side of the playing fields, by the teachers car park another rivalry was playing out, but this time only one of the participant knew about it. Miss Holden was and English teacher and had been at the school just over 5 years, she was in her mid thirties but had the figure of a twenty year old and was general held by the male pupils as the best looking teacher in school. That was until last Summer when Miss Brook had arrived, also an English teacher she was straight out of teacher training college and had supermodel looks. And Miss Holden was jealous from the first. Miss Holden really was a risk taker too, currently she was involved in a steamy affair with a sixth year boy that could have led her into a lot of trouble if discovered. Still she was vain enough to despise the attention the younger teacher seemed to be getting from the males of the school and behind what seemed to be a painted on smile she was secretly seething.

Miss Brook was seemingly totally unaware of that jealously and thought Miss Holden had been exceedingly friendly to her since she started and was trusting her as a friend, perhaps that was something she would come to regret?

Leaving them to load their cars with homework we can cut inside the school and to the girls toilets right into a cubicle where Danielle, a blonde sixth former has a spray can in hand and is daubing the back of her cubicles door with the rather racist words of "PAKI TEACHERS GO HOME". It is a message she had spray around school and is aimed solely at her Biology teacher Miss Shetty. Danielle has had a hard upbringing and poor influences have shaped her into the racist fool she had become. Still she had a great figure, nice tits and a beaming smile so it isn't all bad news for her. Her father is a member of the British National Party and she would like nothing better than to have foreign scum like Miss Shetty kicked out of this country.

We'll leave Danielle to her racist daubing and move out to the school gates where Rachel is waiting for her lift home. Her friends Jo and Hannah are watching from behind the wall, Rachel seemingly unaware of their observation. Rachel has been very secretive these past few weeks, a sure sign to her friends that she had a new man. But most unlike Rachel she had not been boasting of her new man and her friends were intrigued. Rachel was looking as hot as hell as she stood patiently, in her short black skirt, knee high black stockings and white shirt and tie. Her make up was topped up since the bell rang and she was almost shaking with excitement. Then a Landrover pulled up beside her, much to her friends annoyance it had tinted windows and they couldn't see the driver as she hopped in and very obviously leaned over to kiss the driver. Still the gossiped, if they could drive something like that it had to be an older woman, just like Rachel. They couldn't wait to find more.

Also waiting for her lift home is the new exchange student from America, Katy. She's bright and breezy and very confident and like Rachel she's being observed but not by friends. No, on a wall across the street are lily and Charlotte, two noted 'bad girls'. They are smoking and swearing and glowering at Katy, she had made the mistake of crossing Lily in class today, making a bit of a fool of her. Lily was a short girl with a temper to match and vindictive streak a mile wide, She was staring daggers at the American, thinking of all the ways she could make the new girls life miserable.

"Little bitch I'm going to fuck her up so bad" spat Lily.

Charlotte, her fat Welsh friend chuckled.

"Yeah and that bitch Cheryl too" she said as Cheryl and her four friends existed the school gates, "remember she's got it coming too."

Lily smirked nastily at her comrade.

"Oh don't worry about Cheryl, I'm going to make her my bitch before long. I'll have her begging to kiss my ass, and yours too, don't you worry Char, the sluts of this school are all going down!"

We'll go back into the school building for our last look at life in Slatternly High and into Mr. Cole (Maths teacher) classroom. He's working later when one of his pupils knocks and enters supposedly needing some extra helps with some homework he's set. That pupil is Keeley Brown. She come sin acting all nervous and timid but the truth of the matter is that she is a teenage temptress and that she is looking for an easy way to get the grades she'll need to do well this term. Brooks will be an easy mark for her very obvious charms. You see Keeley is rather well endowed and has her top couple of buttons undone as she totters in on heels she has worn especially for this encounter, she wore her shortest skirt today and decided to have her hair in pigtails.

The spectacled teacher struggles to maintain his attention when Keeley, chews on the end of her pen suggestively and bends forward to give him an unrestricted view right down her top to the fleshy delights held within.

"Mr Cole you are sooo great, I just wish there was something I could do to show my thanks" she breathlessly sighed to him in a voice designed to melt hearts.

Just the look he gave her told her that her Maths teacher would be putty in her hands, now all she need to do was get her Physics teacher Mrs Campbell on side and she would be on easy street. That would prove to be more complicated however.

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So that's our first brief overview of the pupils and staff at Slatternly High and over the next few months all the tension, sexual or otherwise, is about to combust and the events and their fallout will effect all these characters wildly. So watch out for the first chapter of SCHOOL FOR SLUTS coming soon.




School for Sluts 01



Dannii Duncan parked her car in the teacher's car park and had to physically force herself to get out of it and start her work day. She was not enjoying work at all at that point and in truth she doubted she had ever really enjoyed it. Was she really cut out for it? She had to wonder.

As a teacher Dannii was a walking contradiction. She was a very sexy 31 year old yet she dressed and behaved with extreme conservatism. Her beautiful long, dark hair was always pulled back severely. Her twinkling blue eyes were always fronted by her thick framed glasses. Her 36-32-34 figure was always covered by the least revealing blouses, jackets and either long skirts or trousers. She did not suit her look at all and the biggest joke was that she presented such a stern, severe image when she was the softest, most timid teacher ever likely to be allowed to deal with unruly teenagers. Certainly the Head, Mrs Osbourne wondered what on earth her predecessor was thinking employing this doormat five years ago.

And her boss's scorn was not the only problem that Dannii had to face on a daily basis. Her classes had figured out soon enough that Miss Duncan was a soft touch and her classes tended to descend into anarchy most of the time. And the more it happened the less likely it seemed Dannii would do anything about it. And then yesterday she had, finally, taken a stand. 

It had been the last class of the day and hadn't taken long for her to lose complete control, the kids shouting out cheek and abuse and her and each other. It had been a hot, sticky day and Dannii was boiling in her heavy, dark clothes and she had finally snapped when one of her worst pupils, Louise Laing, answered her question with the immortal retort.

"Fuck off speccy!"

It had been too much for Dannii and she almost shouted at Louise, telling her she was on detention that evening.

"Detention?"

Louise spoke the word like it was alien to her. No one got detention from Miss Duncan, everyone knew that. Yet the teacher was serious and managed to hold her nerve to the end of class and the blonde pupil had to stay back after school much to her annoyance. And then, just as Dannii was feeling a bit better about herself her boss had gone and destroyed her fragile confidence all over again.

Mrs Osbourne had just marched into the classroom and summarily dismissed Louise without even consulting Dannii and the young teacher's cheeks burned with humiliation and indignation. She was going to speak to her Head right there and then but Mrs Osbourne had just stormed out leaving the teacher to boil and stew overnight about it. Normally she would have calmed down but she was determined to have it out tonight after school was finished. She made an appointment with the school secretary then fretted about it all day long until finally four o'clock arrived.

Mrs Osbourne was a real hard case and deliberately left Dannii waiting in the reception area outside her office for twenty minutes while she read the days newspaper before finally she buzzed her subordinate in to see her. Dannii was flustered already and stuttering as she entered the room, nervously sweeping her long, dark hair from her face to behind her ear.

"Well Miss Duncan to what can I owe this dubious pleasure?"

The Headmistress's voice held enough derision and scorn for an entire school and her harsh tone and glare at the young teacher was enough to break her fragile resolve.

"Mrs O-Osbourne, I w-wanted to speak to you about yesterday. I feel..."

She was bluntly cut off.

"You really are a pathetic little creature aren't you Miss Duncan? I mean absolutely pathetic. It makes me sick seeing you trying to be nice to the pupils, trying to be their friend. And what do you get in return? You're a laughing stock! Seen as a joke by everybody in the school, kids as well! And it all reflects on me and do you know, it just won't do! You need to be shown what real discipline is, what real strength is."

Mrs Osbourne was like a force of nature and it was difficult not to be swept away by her words or actions. She was just so forceful, so dominant and a timid woman such as Dannii could never hope to withstand her.

"Y-Yes Mrs Osbourne, I'm sorry, I. You see, I.."

"Shut up you pathetic fool! Shut up and listen to me. You are pathetic. You do not deserve to teach in MY school. You are an embarrassment to me and I cannot think of one reason why I should re-new your contract for next year. And I cannot think of one single reason why I should not give you the worst possible reference, you do not deserve to teach!"

Each word hit Dannii like a hammer blow and smashed away her fragile confidence and self belief, she was nearly in tears by the time the Head Mistress had finished.

"P-Please Mrs Osbourne, don't do that. Please. I'll improve. I'll try harder. I'll do anything!"

Miss Duncan had said the magic words, 'I'll do anything'. They were exactly what the Headmistress had wanted to hear from her and her face softened immediately all the while her mind celebrated as another weak young woman succumbed to her.

"I think perhaps Dannii that you have never been shown what real discipline is. Like so many young people nowadays you did not have to face the stern discipline my generation did. And I have always found that unless you have faced real discipline then you are poorly placed to dish it out to your charges."

It was all codswallop, the Head was just saying it to get the sexy young teacher bent over her desk but it seemed in the state she had worked herself into Dannii was not seeing that. Instead she wiped a tear from her eye and nodded at Mrs Osbourne, desperate to find some common ground to agree upon with the harridan. 

"I see you agree Miss Duncan. Good. That is at least a positive sign that you're willing to learn, willing to 'suffer' for your profession."

Again the young teacher sniffed and nodded, now just wanting to please the older woman and keep her job and avoid her anger. 

"Well there's no time like the present is there? Why don't you bend yourself over my desk while I get me cane out of retirement."

Dannii froze as the significance of the words hit her. Bend? Desk? Cane??? But she could not find her voice, one look at the Headmistress froze her heart and she did as she had been ordered, she got up from the seat and carefully leaned over the desk towards Mrs Osbourne. Mrs Osbourne had been preparing for this earlier that afternoon, tying two leather straps around the legs of her heavy desk on her side and fastening the loose ends into slip knots. With Dannii over the desk she lifted the straps up and swiftly placed them around Dannii's wrists effectively trapping her there. The young teacher gave a yelp when she realised what had happened but by then it was too late, the more she struggled her wrists the tighter the straps attached themselves. 

The Head then came round behind Miss Duncan and very matter-of factly lifted her skirt up and rolled it to her waist then casually pulled Dannii's knickers down to her ankles, exposing her soft, round bum cheeks.

Mrs Osbourne smiled at her then produced a bamboo cane from a drawer and calmly stoked it against the palm of her hand, making sure the young teacher was watching.

"Don't struggle dear, you just agreed that you needed to learn a bit about discipline and I'm just the person to teach you."

"P-Please, don't cane me, please!"

Again Mrs Osbourne smiled. She spoke as she pressed a button on her telephone.

"Oh I won't cane you dear, not yet at least. Miss Smith, is Louise Laing there yet? Yes. Tell her to come into my office."

Louise, of course was the pupil who had taken such a grudge against Miss Duncan and who had had countless fall outs with over the year. Dannii's mind raced and she struggled again but her wrists were stuck and as she heard the door open she knew she was lost. For Louise's part after the initial shock of being confronted by her most hated teacher's bare ass she looked at the head and smirked, realising immediately that this put her in a real position of power. Of course she didn't know that Mrs Osbourne had video evidence of Louise taking drugs so there was no chance of any blackmail, Mrs Osbourne didn't make mistakes like that.

"This is an exercise to determine your mental strength Miss Duncan. Pain is all in the mind you know. Will power is required to be an effective teacher. I realise you don't have a very good relationship with young Louise here, that's why I've chosen her to cane you. All you have to do is last twelve strokes of the cane without asking her to stop and you'll have proven to me how much willpower and inner strength you actually possess."

Louise was a nasty piece of work, a school bully with a bad attitude that contrasted wildly with her beautiful good looks. A leggy blonde with long hair and blue eyes she was undoubtedly one of the best looking 18 years in town. As she approached a shaking Miss Duncan Louise snapped her chewing gum noisily in her mouth. This used to annoy the teacher greatly when Louise did it in class and the schoolgirl chuckled as she did it again. 

All the time Mrs Osbourne looked on smiling, really Louise was a nasty little bitch, the type of pupil that Miss Duncan was clearly not suited to dealing with. This should be most amusing. 

Louise was taking her sweet time over things, really letting Dannii think about what was about to happen. She slowly plucked the gum from her mouth and very deliberately reached between her teachers legs, her hand brushing Miss Duncan's cunt on its way, before pressing the wet chewing gum deep into the small thatch of pussy hair aboeve her cunt. Dannii squirmed at the invasion and touch and it took her a few moments to realise what her pupil had done. But she never got the chance to voice her complaint as seconds later Louise swung the cane and with a loud crack it struck Miss Duncan full across the ass cheeks.

It was immediately shocking and sore and it took all Dannii's self control not to cry out as she bit her lip. Mrs Osbourne could see the young teacher would never complete her challenge. Louise was disappointed she had not made her nemesis squeal with the first stroke and determined to hit her harder the second. 

For whatever reason Dannii was desperate not to let her Head Mistress down, bizarrely she realised she would show more to Mrs Osbourne by lasting these blows than all the teaching skills in the world so she braced for the next stroke.

CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Aaiiiii, Stop! Please I can't...."

CRACK! CRACK!

"Stop! I give! I, please it's too much!"

Louise would happily have continued caning her, she loved the red criss-cross marks she had created on her teacher's ass but Mrs Osbourne took the cane from her hand.

"That will be all Louise. Oh, before you go kindly take that disgusting chewing gum away with you, filthy habit!"

The pupil smirked and reached between Dannii's legs again and felt for the hard lump of gum nested in her pubic hair before tearing it out and away much to Dannii's discomfort. Louise then dropped the offending item (and it was offensive, a mess of wiry black hair stuck to the gum) in the bin and left the teacher alone with the Head once more. Mrs Osbourne said nothing as she came round behind a quivering Miss Duncan and inspected Louise's handiwork. She had certainly not held back with the cane, creating a lovely red latticework across her pale skin. She traced the lines with her finger and watched with amusement as Dannii jumped and flinched at her touch.

"That really just proved my point didn't it? Your big chance to demonstrate to me and your worst pupil how strong you can be. And you failed. Failed miserably."

Dannii's lip quivered, her mind was a mess by now, she just wasn't equipped to deal with this.

With Louise departed Sharon allowed a long, awkward silence to now descend in the room as she stood behind Dannii and admired the red welts that were across her backside. Dannii kept her face pressed to the desk, not wanting the Head to see the tears in her eyes, both at the caning and at her pathetic failure. Slowly, Sharon stepped towards Dannii and slid her hand between the teacher's thighs and rubbed against the folds of her pussy. It was an unexpected invasion that made Dannii pop her head up and mumble a complaint. It didn't even register with the older woman. She pressed her fingers into her hairy folds and felt the wetness she had anticipated. She smiled a little triumphant smile, she had been right in her assumptions about Miss Duncan.

Dannii gave an involuntary moan as her boss rubbed her harder then a squeal as Sharon nipped and twisted her clit hard.

"Owwww!"

It was released and Mrs Osbourne spoke again.

"Just as I was sure you would, you got wet when being dominated. Aroused at being treated like a submissive slut."

"No!"

CRACK!

Sharon had slapped her hand harshly across Dannii's already bright red ass cheeks.

"I'm not asking you slut! Not another word out of you or I'll use the cane and believe me I can wield it a lot better that Louise could. No as I was saying, I knew from the instant you came here what type of person you were. Weak, submissive, aroused by being dominated. And so it has proven. Well it's your lucky day Miss Duncan, because I just love dominating submissive sluts like you!"

Dannii now openly sobbed on the table, she knew there was something in what Mrs Osbourne said. She knew that there were times se got turned on by being bossed about and she was so embarrassed at that being so badly exposed by the headmistress. She sobbed again and looked up as Mrs Osbourne walked round her desk and undid the bonds around Dannii's wrists. Dannii felt the rush of release in her wrists and finally she was able to straighten and cover her exposed backside. Sharon let her sort herself our before speaking again.

"Miss Duncan I can offer you two things. One, job security, your career is in my hands, make no mistake about that, if I decide I can make or break you. Two, I can offer you an outlet for your submissive side, I can let you release yourself to your desires, I can dominate you as your body wishes it to be. All you have to do is prove to me that you deserve that. Strip naked now, take all your clothes off and show me you deserve that."

Dannii was lost. For that moment the cute brunette teacher was stuck as to what she should do. Undecided. Not knowing what was for the best. Mrs Osbourne was correct, she was weak, she did need firm direction and she did get off on it, though until now she had denied that fact. The Head drummed her fingers impatiently on her desk and glared at the teacher and under that glance Dannii's meagre resistance crumbled. Her thin hand reached to her blouse and with trembling fingers she began to undo her buttons. Sharon watched intently, holding the younger woman's gaze and nodded her approval as she began to strip for her. The blouse fell to reveal a lacy bra, her skirt disappeared to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy and finally her bra went to reveal a nice pair of pert breasts. She stood naked in the office looking at her boss for nothing more than approval and acceptance.

Sharon, very deliberately pulled down her own dark skirt to reveal her own, hairy, dark, wet pussy and as she sat in her leather chair she spread her legs nice and wide and pointed down between her thighs. 

"Worship me. Show your gratitude to me for showing you your true nature."

At that point Dannii gave up all resistance and dropped to her knees. She crawled across the thick carpet to Sharon's side and buried her face between the older woman's inner thighs and began to eagerly lick at her cunt. The transformation had seemed quick but in truth Dannii's submissive nature had always been there, below the surface and the past half hour or so had brought it to the fore. Sharon placed her hands on Dannii's head and pushed here face deeper in to her pussy.

"That's it Dannii, eat me out, make me cum!"

The young teacher had never been with a woman before, hell she wasn't really all that sexually experienced full stop. But right then she was feeling lost in the moment, her inner turmoil and timidity was gone, she finally felt comfortable around Mrs Osbourne and it was on her knees doing what she was told. She stuck her tongue out and recoiled slightly at the wiry pubic hair between her and Sharon's cunt. Eventually she probed her tongue further and started to lap at the strong smelling pussy lips and was rewarded with a moan of appreciation from the older woman.

"That's it Dannii, lick your Mistress good."

And she did for nearly fifteen minutes until her jaw and tongue are tired from the exertion and all she is able to smell and taste was Sharon's moist cunt. Then with a deep grunt and a thrust of her pelvis the Head Mistress came, squirting a fast stream of hot, clear liquid all over the young teachers surprised face. 

Sated, Sharon stood up, deliberately towering the still kneeling teacher.

"You did well Dannii but I think we need to reinforce your submissive nature and to do that we need to continue your correction and discipline in your own class room!"

Dannii knelt at her feet and tried to process what that would entail and mean while Sharon busied herself sorting out her skirt, patting it down and making her look like nothing was untoward. She bent down and picked up an ominous looking black, leather bag and then walked to the door to her office and opened it.

"Well come along then, no, you'll crawl there naked, get back on your hands and knees and just leave your clothing there for the moment."

That took Dannii by surprise and although she was in little doubt she would obey she was suddenly concerned at being spotted like this and was very slow in crawling to the open door. It was past five by now and Mrs Osbourne's secretary was gone so at least as she crawled through the office she was not observed but she was literally shaking at the prospect of being caught like this. Mrs Osbourne didn't seem to be in the least bit concerned.

"Come on little bitch, we don't have all evening you know!"

The empty corridors echoed to the heavy clacking of Sharon's hard heels as she strode through them and a variety of noises from Dannii as she struggled to keep up, her knees scuffed and sore before too long.

They made Miss Duncan's class without discovery, not a surprise to Mrs Osbourne who knew that besides the lazy janitor there would be no one else in the building. Dannii had never been quite so relieved as to get into that room in her life and hear the door close behind them.

"Now, where does your little nemesis Louise sit? Which desk?"

Bemused Dannii pointed out the desk the blonde sat at and was even more confused when she was ordered to stand up and bend herself right over it. The wooden desk was cold as she draped herself across it and as much as she wanted to turn around when she heard a zip being opened she knew she daren't. It was probably as well for her as Sharon had removed a monster strap on dildo from her bag and was busy strapping it into place at her crotch all the time looking at Dannii's wet pussy from behind. She wasted no time once the plastic dick was fixed in place, she was a tall woman anyway so her adorned crotch was in prefect position as she stepped up behind Dannii and eased the long dildo into her wet pussy and virtually impaled her on it in one easy thrust. Dannii gave a loud groan as she was penetrated, firstly of shock then of something more as she felt the dildo stretch her tight pussy walls before drawing back and slamming into her.

Sharon had done this before, she knew what she was doing with a submissive teacher and a large strap on (and not just with women either!) and she fairly pounded into Miss Duncan, holding nothing back until the little bitch was squealing and yelling freely with each hard thrust. By the sounds of her she was getting close to ejaculating herself and Sharon wasn't about to let that happen so she plucked her dildo out of Dannii's pussy and left the brunette gasping to be finished off and to cum.




School for Sluts 01



"No Miss Duncan, you don't get to cum unless I decide you can and right now we've got other things to do, maybe if you do them then I might finish you off later."

Dannii was distressed at this and had to force herself not to reach her hand to her own cunt just to finish herself off -- she was that close!

What came next distressed Dannii further and Sharon bluntly informed her that before they would do anything else she would be required to write 100 lines on the blackboard in chalk of the following phrase.

MISS DUNCAN IS A NAUGHTY SUB SLUT.

It felt totally weird for her to be standing up by the blackboard writing the degrading phrase over and over. She kept expecting to turn around and the class would be full of kids laughing and teasing her and damn her pussy felt like it was on fire, she needed to cum so badly. All the time she was doing that Mrs Osbourne was busy at Dannii's desk, writing on a bit of paper then cutting it, folding it and dropping the paper into a bag.

It took Dannii the best part of half an hour to complete her lines, her arousal had subsided and her arm ached by the end and it seemed whatever Sharon had been doing she was finished and watching the teacher do her naked lines patiently. Finally, she was done and Sharon wasted no time moving onto her next humiliation while the lines taunted her in the background.

"You'll leave those lines up there over night, if you want them rubbed off before your first class tomorrow then you'd better be in early tomorrow. Now, I've been busy while you've been doing your punishment. In this bag are twenty phrases, you are going to pick five, one at a time and then take this marker pen and write what's on the paper onto a desk in this room."

Dannii was confused by this but knew better than to question the Head. She stepped towards Sharon and plucked a bit of folded up paper from the bag. She unfolded it and read in growing horror the first phrase.

"MISS DUNCAN LIKES IT UP THE ASS"

Dannii looked at the bit of paper again, not believing what her eyes saw and what her ears were hearing. Without thinking she blurted out her horror.

"No! No, you can't make me do this! No!"

"You can and you will Miss Duncan. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

Sharon used her most stern voice and Dannii looked at her with wide, fluttering eyes and knew instantly that she would not stand up to her, not now, not ever again. She gulped and swallowed and took the proffered marker pen from Sharon and stood dazed, and naked in the centre of her classroom. 

"Why don't you start with Louise's desk? I'm sure it would make her smile to read that little ditty on her desk every time she's in your class. Though, I suppose she did something else entirely to your ass didn't she?"

Dannii blushed furiously at the thought and sat tentatively at the desk Louise normally sat at and scrawled the obscene message on the dark wood next to the existing graffiti. Mrs Osbourne came to check it like she was marking a pupil's homework.

"Not bad, you could do to write a little bit larger for the rest."

And the 'rest' were crackers too.

DOUBLE D DUNCAN LOVES DICK

MISS DUNCAN GIVES GOOD HEAD

MISS DUNCAN WILL SUCK YOUR COCK FOR £10

MISS DUNCAN LIKES FRESH BLACK MEAT.

Dannii could not quite believe she was writing at he various demeaning, degrading phrases in her very own classroom while her Head Mistress looked on.

"You are some lucky bitch, there were two in there that were far worse. Involved the school mascot, real shame you didn't pick one of those!"

She laughed at that while Dannii didn't know quite what to think. It was getting late and dark by now and she just wanted to go home.

"Ok I've changed my mind about those lines on the blackboard bitch. You can wipe them off now while I take my stuff back to my room. Once you're done you can get your clothes from my room but you'd better crawl there to get them, no cheating! I'll know! And by the way Miss Duncan, you've got another detention tomorrow, you'd better be outside my office after work prompt and knickerless!"

Sharon left at that point as Dannii set to work rubbing the obscene lines from her board. It took her seven minutes before she set off for Mrs Osbourne office, obediently on her hands and knees. Which was how Mr Walsh, the janitor, discovered her as he walked in the other direction. The old boys' eyes nearly went out on stalks as he watched the sexy young teacher crawl, naked along the corridor. He stayed out of sight and enjoyed the view as she crawled towards Mrs Osbourne's office before getting up and trying the door, then cursing like a trooper as she found it in darkness and locked.

The Head had a nasty streak a mile wide and had locked up and headed home, leaving Dannii's clothes in her office. She had at least left Dannii's keys on the floor outside her office leaving the young teacher with the prospect of driving home to her city centre flat in the nude. That was on top of the prospect of becoming the older woman's submissive slave bitch. Something that made her slyly flick her clit before heading out to her car...



School for Sluts 02



Please note all characters portrayed in this story are over 18 years of age.

*

The large circle of baying kids quickly went silent as Mrs Osbourne appeared and moved through them, parting them as easily as a hot knife would cut through butter. She swiftly made it to the centre of the mob and was not surprised at the two girls she found there. Katie Marsh and Jodie Price in a tangle of arms and legs, their school uniforms ripped and pulled away, their hair showing all the signs of having been in a vicious catfight. The Head Mistress spoke loudly and harshly and everybody listened to her.

"You two again! Right come with me to my office, as for the rest of you get out of here, school is over and unless you want a week long detention I do not want to see any of you here!"

The crowd quickly dispersed while the scowling schoolgirls sorted out their clothes and hair while they trailed in the Head's wake.

Once in her office Sharon Osbourne sighed as she sat in her chair behind her desk and contemplated the two girls standing across from her. This was not the first time they had been here. The problem was they were too similar, both Alpha females, both loud, brash, confident, sexy young women, Both aggressive and single minded and very selfish.

"Well girls what was it over this time?"

Jodie explained while Katie smirked.

"She claimed I had a funny nose, said I had had a nose job. I couldn't let the fat bitch say that!"

"Fat! Fat! Least I'm not a skinny cunt like you!"

"ENOUGH! Do not say another word! Either of you!"

Sharon had heard it all before. These two girls had hated each other the moment they had sent eyes on the other and it had only intensified since. They fought over friends, over name calling, over homework, over sports and latterly over boyfriends. Both were good looking in their own way but their attitudes nearly were terrible.

"I've had it with you two! Thank god you're both leaving at the end of term. But I'll tell you what I had better not catch you fighting on my school grounds again! Go and do it somewhere else, rip each others hair out, scratch your eyes out, bludgeon each other for all I car but it better not be here. You two badly need to settle this feud before too long, but it better not be here!"

*

Katie lay face down on the bed, her large, fleshy breasts pressed to the mattress and smiled to herself as her naked body jerked forward at regular intervals. She was almost laughing but decided not yet that time would come. Mark, Jodie's boyfriend, was behind her, also naked and fucking her hard doggy style. They were at one of the other girls house for a party and Katie had snagged Mark when Jodie was inexplicably delayed in getting to the party, a couple of drinks and some dirty talk and a flash of flesh was all it took to get the boy into bed with her and right then Katie was really enjoying being fucked. More for what would happen than the actual act though. She checked her watch and figured that bitch Jodie must have got here by now so she started moaning and squealing louder and louder. Mark was balls deep in a hot teenager so he didn't notice, all he noticed was the slut's pussy gripping his cock inside her all the tighter and he knew he was about to blow his load.

Jodie had arrived and was looking for her boyfriend. She was looking 'fucking hot' (in her own words) and was wearing a really daring revealing white outfit that she had bought at the weekend especially for tonight, she intended to have some kinky fun with Mark later on. She was a tall girl, her looks trashy rather classy. Her tan a bright, fake orange, her make up caked on rather than subtle. Her hair dyed blonde with the dark roots starting to show. Her new outfit just about covered her recently surgically enhanced breasts but only just and she loved the looks that guys and the other girls shot her, she just wished that fat cow Katie was here to see her entrance. 

"Now where are you Mark?" she mused as she scanned the crowded living room party for her man.

Keeley, as a far prettier girl from her year spotted Jodie and decided to stir thing sup a bit.

"Hi Jodie, wow you look amazing! You looking for Mark? I think I saw him going upstairs a while ago."

Upstairs! Upstairs was never good, Jodie knew that. Not unless there was a games room in the house. With a growing sense of unease Jodie ascended the stairs, unaware of several heads turning to watch her and several more that followed a few steps behind her, eager to see the dénouement. They all knew Mark was Jodie's boyfriend and that he had disappeared upstairs earlier with her great rival and enemy, Katie. It should prove memorable. Even more so when they reached the top of the stairs to hear moans and ecstatic squeals coming from the nearest bedroom. Jodie barged the door open defiantly but her face fell as she entered to be faced with Katie staring up at her, her huge breasts swinging now just as Mark, eyes closed in ecstasy, grunted and spasmed and came inside her.

As a final blow in a long running feud it could hardly have been better, Katie smiled viciously at Jodie then at the group of people standing behind her craning their necks to see what was going on (Katie was hardly shy about being seen naked so what did she care?) before lifting her hand and flipping her middle finger at Jodie. For an instant Jodie broke. A choking sob escaped her throat and her eyes watered. She was humiliated, shown up, embarrassed and despite her famously tough exterior this hurt her and she could not hide it. She could have dealt with Mark cheating with anyone else (dumped him, but dealt with it) but with HER!!??

Everybody expected her to launch a foul mouth tirade against them, everybody (including Katie) expected Jodie to throw herself at them and start yet another in their series of nasty catfights. But what they didn't expect was for Jodie to put her hand to her mouth and turn around and run from the house, run from the crowd, run from her crowing rival. The feud apparently, was over and Katie had won, and didn't she know it!

*

Jodie was off school sick for the duration of the next week. Everyone knew why, especially Katie who spent the week with a huge smile plastered across her face. Of course she dumped Mark on the Monday, told him he had no chance with someone like her. The thing was while Jodie had her roots in trailer park trash Katie was actually from a pretty affluent family, she just acted like trash. And despite her behaviour at school, her parents intention was that she should go to University and better herself. Like her rival Katie relied too heavily upon make up and surgery to improve her looks, in fact she had overdone it on her boobs, she had had three surgeries now and it looked like she had two balloons under her shirt.

But this was her week, her school now she thought. That sour faced little bitch finally put in her place. But she wished she would show up so she could rub her victory in that bit more. Maybe even beat her up in a fight one more time.

However, when Jodie did return she appeared to be a changed girl. She was dressing far more conservatively, wearing less make up, her behaviour was much improved and most noticeably of all she was steering well clear of her great rival Katie. And it was not as if Katie did not try to provoke a reaction.

"I loved sucking your man's cock bitch!"

A charming note passed to her in English class. Jodie barely reacted crumpling it up and dropping it in the teachers bin as they left at bell time.

"Hey droopy tits? What's with the new look? Given up trying to compete with me? About time, ugly!"

This screeched in Jodie's face as she sat on a bench at lunchtime then with no reply forthcoming Katie spitting a chunk of saliva in Jodie's hair And still no reaction, even as a crowd of kids surrounded them and chanted.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Jodie just wiped the disgusting saliva off her and got up and turned her back on her rival and walked calmly away. It annoyed Katie but she soon took it as a clear sign she had won their feud and was the undisputed Alpha female of the school and slowly she forgot about her old rival. Until that is a couple of months later when the rumour started circulating that Jodie was pregnant!

Suddenly Jodie was the talk of the school. Pupils, teachers, parents and more speculated as to whether it was true and when Jodie confirmed that is was the speculation grew as to who the father was. But Jodie would not tell, though she did rather enjoy the spotlight being on her and that annoyed the hell out of her old rival., Katie. But she was no different than the others, she too wanted to know which poor sap had knocked that "ugly cunt" up (as she asked aloud in English class as Jodie listened on). But when she was to find out Katie would suddenly wished that she hadn't!

*

Katie was in the girls toilets on the third floor staring into a large mirror and adjusting her hair and thinking how fucking hot she was. It was afternoon recess and she wanted to look as good as possible for Randy later on. Randy was the school male hottie and it had taken Katie months of hard work to snag him and fend off the other bitches that had targeted him. As she was finishing up the door swung in and in strolled Jodie, smiling smugly at her former great rival. Instantly Katie wanted to smack the bitch and stick her fucking head in a toilet bowl but even she knew that with Jodie pregnant (and the bump was visible now) she daren't lay a finger on her.

"What are you smirking at skank?" demanded Katie aggressively.

Jodie's smirk grew wider as she replied.

"The first person to learn the identity of my child's father."

It hadn't been the reply Katie had expected and it threw her slightly.

"And what makes you think I give a fuck which dumb bastard knocked you up?"

"Oh but you do. And so you should. Here, there he is, recognise him?"

Jodie pulled out her mobile phone and held it up to Katie's face. On the high resolution screen was a picture of a naked man, it took Katie a moment to recognise him but when she did her blood ran cold.

"You should recognise him bitch, he is your father after all."

The picture had genuinely stunned Katie. It was her father. He was stark naked in the picture and smiling at the camera while stroking his hard cock. She had to put her hand out and grab onto a sink to keep her up. As much as she did not want to believe it she could sense the truth in what Jodie was saying.

"N-No! It isn't! It can't be! You're lying!"

"Sorry to disappoint you Katie but me and your dad had quite the little fling going for a while back there, seems your mum wasn't too keen to do certain things and I was more than happy to help him out. Plus seems he's got a thing for teenagers in school uniforms, kinda creepy eh?"

"Bitch! Give me that! Shut up!"

Jodie dodged back out of range of Katie's lunge and held the phone up as she spoke.

"Ah ha. Bad girl. You try that again and I press send on these images and the number I'm sending them may be known to you as well -your mother! So just stay back there and listen bitch or your dear old mum will be seeing her husband having his cock sucking on film by yours truly!"

Katie was stunned and for the moment did as she was told. She loved her parents and knew that her mother would never forgive her husbands infidelity. She also loved her dad and would do anything to protect him, however stupid it seemed he's been.

"Now Katie, I can see you're figuring this out so let me make it as simple as I can for a bimbo like you. Simply put if you do what I say from now until end of term then I will have this baby and no one will ever know that I'm carrying your step brother. Do anything else and I will send the pictures, film and turn up at your family home in person and rip your fucking happy family apart. Your choice darling, what's it going to be?"

Katie was reeling; her whole nice, organised world had just been exploded by the person she hated most in the world. Suddenly the confident, arrogant, brash young woman was missing to be replace by a hesitant unsure girl who clung to only one thought -- she could not let her mum know what her father had done. As her mind rocked Jodie took it as stalling and smiled decided to let her know the whole story.

"You shouldn't have done that to me at the party, humiliated me like that. But it's fine, now you are going to humiliate yourself far worse than that night, aren't you or else it's your family that will be humiliated -- or destroyed!"

"W-What do you want from me?" Katie had realised that she would have to do what the bitch wanted, there was no other option available.

"Oh we'll be having lots of fun between now and the end of term but for today, seeing as you've just finished that trashy make up of yours I think I'll give you a bit of a make over. Go into that cubicle, stick your head in the toilet bowl and flush it. Then we can toddle along to class like that, see what everyone thinks of your new look."

Katie pouted and moaned and even pleaded but Jodie just smirked at her and soon enough Katie knew it was pointless. She also knew that her foe was vindictive enough to carry out her threat regarding telling everyone who the father was so she had no choice. Distraught she headed to the indicated cubicle and was disgusted to see that it had balled up toilet roll, cigarette ends and other debris floating in it. It was horrible and she looked back at Jodie and tried to plead again, only for Jodie to hold up the phone and threaten to send the picture again. That was enough to convince her and Katie lowered herself to her knees then pushed her head right into the depths of the bowl and reached up to pull the handle, descending her head into a maelstrom of cold water and noise.

She emerged seconds after the flush had run it's course looking just as Jodie had dreamed she would. Her normally beautiful long, dark brown hair was a sodden, tangled mess with bits of white paper in it. Her make up had run and her face was a state. The water dripped onto her white school blouse and was turning the top half transparent. 

"Right, that'll do, it suits you really. Trashy as fuck. I bet even that soft bitch Miss Duncan will say something."

And she was right. Even the normally docile Miss Duncan did pass comment on the mess Katie was in when she entered the classroom, though that was nothing as compared to what the other pupils said. Suddenly there was a slight chink in the most dominant female's position within the year. And Jodie was about to blow it apart even further. 

*

"We had some good catfights didn't we? I kicked your ass, you kicked mine. It was fun, wasn't it?"

The questions were all rhetorical as Jodie address Katie the next day in the self same toilet block as the day before. Katie hoped to hell she wasn't going to be asked to dunk her head in a bowl again, it had stunk and she had rushed home after school to have a warm, long shower.

"And since I'm out of the picture I guess you think your Queen of the Catfights around school, don't you? Well you are going to have one this week and guess what bitch, you are going to lose. And your opponent? Oh it'll be Vicky Adams."

Katie's heart sunk when she heard Vicky's name. Victoria Adams was a posh kid. A real snob. She had rich parents and led a clique of similar girls at school. Katie and her had clashed a few times but it had never turned physical because they both knew Katie would wipe the floor with the skinny posh girl. But they hated each other for what they represented and took every opportunity to bitch about each other and diss each other without every really coming into contact. As Katie's feud with Jodie had taken over Vicky slipped into the background and got on with her school work, but since Jodie's pregnancy Katie and Vicky had clashed verbally a few times.

"You've told her? I'll kill you!"

"Hardly. I'm not that stupid bitch. But she knows that I've got something on you and that if I set up this fight you'll throw it as pitifully as I tell you to. Ain't that right?"

They both knew it was right and Katie could have cried as the week went to its inexorable conclusion. They set things up so it was Katie that made the challenge, daring Vicky to fight her in front of all her friends at lunch time. To everyone's surprise Victoria accepted and they set things up for that Friday night. As the week progressed the war of words escalated with Katie telling everyone (at Jodie's insistence) what she was going to do to the rich girl princess and how she would dominate, humiliate and destroy her.

Come Friday after school there was a bumper crowd on the playing grounds and with the teachers gone, no prospect of interruption. Katie's friends had never seen her look so tense before a brawl before and she had been in plenty.

"What are you worried for? You'll crush that skinny bitch!"

"Katie, she's an anorexic freak, you'll snap her like a twig!"

But that was all just noise to Katie, the only voice she was hearing was that of Jodie, earlier that afternoon.

"You'll go in to the fight all cocky and arrogant as usual. Don't you dare let on that anything is wrong. But as soon as Vicky gets her nails in your hair you will be like a rag doll to her, you hear. A rag-fucking-doll. She slaps you, you squeal. She throws you, you make her look strong. I want to see tears, hear begging and you acting like a snivelling coward out there. I don't see that then your mum sees the pictures and hears my story and hey presto your from a broken home, understand?"

She understood only too well and was trying hard not to be sick as she listened to the rabid crowd and stared across at Victoria Adams. Victoria looked so fucking smug. Every inch of her sleek jet black short haircut was immaculate. Her white blouse and tie in perfect symmetry. Her short tartan skirt and tights pristine. Of course Katie knew that she could take her, easily, but that just made it worse.

And then everyone seemed to back away from the two of them leaving them in the centre of the throng, staring at each other and ready to fight.

Vicky destroyed her opponent in less than five minutes. By the end Katie was on her knees, her blouse and bra ripped open to reveal her huge tits as she begged and pleaded with Victoria to leave off her. The crowd were shocked. Katie had sold every punch, slap and kick from her weak opponent like it was from a heavyweight boxer. She had squealed and screamed and acted like a craven coward. They were genuine tears in her eyes, tears of frustration at such a public humiliation. As Vicky gave her one last back handed bitch slap then spat full onto Katie's face Katie knew that her reputation and position at the school was destroyed.

And so it proved. The next week saw Katie lose many of her so called friends, it saw lots of girls that had previously avoided her like the plague and cowered from her face her up and ignore anything she said or did. And it saw Randy dump her very publicly in the dinner hall. Katie was fast becoming a figure of fun at school and she did not like it one bit. But Jodie did and she wasn't finished with her nemesis yet.

*

"Roland Wilson! You have got to be fucking joking! No fucking way! I am not touching that fat pig, no way!"

"You will bitch, and you know it so save the histrionics. You are my bitch now and you'll do what I tell you. So if I tell you to go out, seduce the fattest freak in the school and make a home made porno with him you will or else, well you know by now. So get out of here and get into some piggy loving. Oh and Katie? Every hole. You take that fat perverts cock in every hole, understand? You will very publicly become his slut girlfriend."

Roland Wilson was the school pig. He was grossly over weight, his hair was a greasy mess, he stank of stale body odour and he was ugly as fuck. Worse than all that though was his growing reputation as a pervert. He had been spotted buying hardcore porn magazines from the local newsagents, he leered at the girls as if he was mentally undressing them and he just had that look about him. That look that said it wouldn't be long until he was labelled a sex pest -- or worse.




School for Sluts 02



Seducing him was no difficult task for Katie. Well mentally it was tough, but actually doing it wasn't hard. No one spoke to Roland at school usually far less one of the hot babes like Katie. Speaking to him was nearly enough to make her throw up but she fought through it. The few friends that she had deserted her when they realised she was constantly speaking and hanging with Roland but that was nothing when she convinced him that they should head back to her place that Friday night. Her parents were out at a dinner party and she had the place to herself. As grim as it was she had her video camera set up and was ready for the worst night of her young life.

*

"I want to be there."

Jodie stood in the corridor next to Katie's next class and confronted her 'bitch'.

"I want to be there, this I have got to see. The 'great' Katie Marsh and the not so great Roland Wilson together at last. It must be fate. Ha hahahahaha!"

By now Katie's spirit was broken, she was just trying to save her family and her past arrogant, nasty self was all but gone to be replaced by a weak willed submissive that was getting weaker by the day. Jodie finished her instructions with one last twist of the knife.

"Don't bother telling me how to get to your house bitch, I know the way. Your Daddy had me over on a few special occasions while everybody else was out."

*

Hard to believe but there was a worse sight that Roland Wilson in just his stained light blue underpants. That being Roland Wilson stark naked and sporting the vilest looking erection Katie could ever have imagined. She looked at him standing next to her bed and wanted to vomit. It made it worse that that slag Jodie was standing at the end of the bed, her own camera in hand filming the action as well. Roland hadn't been fazed by Jodie's presence he thought of all girls as kinky, dirty sluts so it didn't bother him one little bit. Besides he was about to lose his cherry to one of the sexiest girls in school so what did he care if he had an audience.

"So what do you want first Roland? Mouth? Cunt? Asshole? They're all yours, Katie will fulfil your every fantasy."

"I want oral. I want you over here on your knees sucking me off with those big lips. I always dreamed of having a slut sucking me off!"

Jodie smirked.

"Good choice Roland! But why don't you wait a moment for that. Come on man! You're the porn hound aren't you? Surely you just can't wait to experience a rimjob!"

Roland's porcine fat face lit up and the mention of that most disgusting of sexual acts while Katie's face, which was already desolate, just got worse.

"Yeah! Yeah! But would she do that? Do you think?"

Jodie' s face beamed at his enthusiasm.

"What? Why wouldn't Katie want to get down on her knees, prise your ass cheeks apart, stick her face in between them and lick your arsehole? I'm sure it would be a dream come true for her. What do you say Katie, willing to do that for Roland?"

Katie wanted to spew there and then. She looked at Roland and saw him as the repulsive, fat pig he was. The thought of doing what that cunt Jodie was suggesting not only turned her stomach but made her want to slit her wrists as well. But. But there was her parents to think about and she could tell that Jodie was just itching to drop her bombshell news on them and Katie couldn't live with herself knowing she could have prevented it happening.

"Yeah, I guess so" the words spilled from Katie's mouth.

Despite her lack of enthusiasm Roland was beside himself with glee. He leaned over the bed, his fat belly wobbling as he moved and reached behind him and just barely managed to part his ass cheeks. It was a revolting sight but as bad as it looked when Katie had crawled over behind him and knelt with her head poised to go it looked (and smelled) a million times worse. Somehow she zoned out and managed to pushed her nose between his revoltingly sweaty cheeks and prodded her tongue out to lick tentatively at his hairy bum hole, much to his delight.

The next sixty minutes were the absolute worst of Katie's young life, bar none. After Roland and Jodie were satisfied that she had eaten his ass enough (and god had that bitch Jodie not filmed it!) she was ushered round the front of him and started giving him oral. First his balls got the treatment, she sucked and licked them. And she was literally licking the stale sweat off them as she did before Jodie suggested Roland 'tea bag' her, another degrading porn practice. Katie just knelt there as the fat bastard stood behind her and carefully draped his heavy, hairy balls over her closed eye lids and his stiff little cock protruded along the length of her nose. He slapped them up and down a few times but it was apparent he was in a hurry to stick that dick in Katie's mouth so that didn't last too long.

Once his disgusting penis was ensconced in Katie's big lips he fairly jiggled with joy. The rolls of his fat hitting her on the forehead and she knelt before him, unenthusiastically sucking his dick dry. Jodie filmed that too and Katie was dully aware of the fact but was past the point of caring what that footage could be used for, she just wanted this particular ordeal over and done with as quickly as possible.

Roland fucked her in the Missionary position, uncomfortable because he was a heavy lad and pretty clumsy and at times Katie felt she was being squashed by him, but perhaps that was preferable to being fucked by him. He squirted his runny, watery load inside her and she grimaced as she felt her womb flooded with his foul seed and once more glared daggers at the mirthful Jodie. As Roland panted and tried to catch his breath Jodie indicated where this relationship could go next.

"Hey Katie, remember how you stole my boyfriend? Remember how proud you were to have everyone see you fucking like the slut you are at that party. Well guess what? You're going to have a recreation only this time it'll be Roland that gets the starring role. Pete West is having a party this Saturday. You'd better be there!"

Katie fully digested this instruction as she took her sixth shower that night. And still she could feel and taste Roland on her, would she never lose that vile sense? It would be the ultimate humiliation for her. Caught in flagrante with the most obscene, obese kid in school and no doubt it would be something she could never, ever live down. But she had no choice, did she?

Leading Roland, by the hand, into the party was bad enough. Seeing the looks of amazement, shock and enjoyment (particularly on the faces of the other girls in her year) as she, one of the hottest girls at school entered such a busy party leading the biggest sleazeball loser by his chubby hand then turned and French kissed him in front over the main room was even more galling however, her legs trembled and shook as she guided him upstairs followed by countless curious eyes.

For the moment Jodie was nowhere to be seen but Katie knew the vindictive bitch could not resist being here for this, a new low for her biggest enemy. But it was important for Jodie not to be seen leading things so that it looked Katie was doing this (and Roland!) totally of her own volition. And she was, somehow. Roland really didn't care that were was obviously coercion and manipulation at work, he was getting his hole that night and that was all he was bothered with. The party was yet another in a series of ones that Spring in one of the many big mansion type houses that many of the kids parents owned and let them throw their birthday parties in. The similarities to the night Katie had seduced and fucked Mark were uncanny and she could not stop herself reflecting that it had been her actions that night, that she had been so proud of at the time, that had brought her to this. That had led to Jodie trapping her father and now holding the baby over her head like this. Perhaps she deserved to humiliate herself like this?

But then did anyone really deserved to be ass fucked by Roland Wilson in front of loads of her peers? Perhaps not, but that is what went down. Katie got Roland into the bedroom, cleared the bed of coats and they both got naked and she bent herself over the bed in exactly the same way she had to Mark that night. Roland got on the bed behind her, rested his gut on Katie's back and shoved his fat dick in her asshole and started fucking her like a wild animal. It was the most degrading thing Katie had ever done and it just got worse as she looked up and saw the door open a crack and heard someone giggling outside. Head after head came to the door to peer in before the door was opened and several kids poured in to see if it was all true.

And what a sight awaited this teenage audience! Katie's large tits were squashed into the bed, her face contorted into what looked like a picture of ecstatic bliss, but was actual discomfort while fat Roland slapped his pelvis in and out between Katie's perfect ass cheeks. He was sweating, greasy and made up of layers of blubber and presented a grotesque sight. Several of the kids filmed it on their phones right up to the point where Roland, very obviously and audibly came inside Katie. When he did finish her crawled off the bed and presented his shrinking dick for Katie to suck clean , which she did to a gasp of disgust from the crowd of kids.

That was it for Katie at school, she couldn't face going back. Her humiliation was too great. She didn't hear anymore from Jodie. Other than in the summer when she got a picture text of Jodie's new arrival, a healthy, bouncing, black , baby boy. Black! Jodie was Caucasian, Katie's dad was Caucasian, her claims that he was the father were swept away in a torrent in Katie's mind and she realised she had been deceived. And while initially relieved when she thought of all she had done, how the tapes of her mating with Roland were still on the net she cried again. 

It had been a cursory lesson for Katie never to take a feud too far because you never knew when it could all back fire on you...



School For Sluts



"Dean Whitaker, your two o'clock is here."

The Dean looked up from his desk and responded to his secretary, "Let her in."

Seconds later, a beautiful brunette strode through the door into the Dean's office. The Dean looked her up and down. The girl wore a white, strapless sundress that fit her curves nicely. The Dean, a quick wit and keen observer, enjoyed the baby blue nail polish the girl wore on her fingers and toes. Her eyes were of a similar hue. The girl's hair fell somewhere between the middle of her back and her shoulder blades, swooping gently in natural, slightly wavy splendor. She was tan and she was definitely a brat. 

"Good afternoon Dean Whitaker. I'm Katie." the girl said, as she extended her hand.

The Dean shook Katie's hand and then gestured to the chair in front of his desk, offering her a seat. Katie sat herself down in the chair and the Dean began to ask her some questions.

"Okay, Katie. First things first. Have you given any thought to your major, yet?"

"Well," the brunette began, "I have given it some thought. Right now, my major is General Hardcore, but I'm also thinking about minoring in BDSM."

"Really?" responded the Dean, genuinely interested. He loved his job.

"Yeah. I've always loved sex, don't get me wrong. Like, regular fucking is great and all. But, sometimes, I like to be treated... you know, like a whore."

The Dean, satisfied with this answer moved along.

"Okay, Katie, fair enough. You are prepared for you entrance exam, right?"

"Oh, yes, of course." the girl responded happily. 

"Okay then. Stand up." said the Dean.

Katie bounced up out of her chair. The Dean also stood and approached the girl. Katie had automatically folded her hands behind her back, her interest in S&M showing through. 

The Dean spoke. "Katie, remove your dress."

With a smile, the brunette unzipped her dress and slowly slid it down her tanned, toned body. Suddenly, Katie was standing there, naked, her dress in a pile at her pretty painted toes. The Dean circled her. Her body really was nice. She was built for sex. Her tits were perfect. A handful plus, topped with half inch nipples that stood at attention and pointed to the sky. Her ass was plump, round, and oh-so-spankable. And, of course, her pussy was delectable. It was cleanly shaven. Smooth. Her thick, tan thighs barely met in the middle with her feet planted together. The Dean thought she was as cute as a bunny, but would probably fuck more than one. 

The Dean paused behind Katie, facing her backside. He stared down her naked body, then broke the silence.

"Katie, I'd like you to tell me about your most naughty fantasy. Tell me what makes you wet."

The girl's face blushed slightly at the Dean's words. Before she could begin, the Dean began to fondle the girl's tits from behind. He was right, they were a handful plus.

A slight gasp passed through Katie's sticky, lip-glossed lips at the Dean's touch. She began to divulge her sexual intrigues. 

"Well, Dean Whitaker, I have one particular fantasy... actually, it's a dream I had a few years ago. I remember waking up, right after the dream, my panties were so wet. The inside of my thighs were warm. Everything was warm."

The Dean continued to massage Katie's tits. Her back was now resting on his chest as she continued her story.

"So, anyway, in the dream, I was blindfolded, but I could see myself, from like, a different perspective, not my own. I was watching myself. And, aside from the blindfold, I wasn't wearing any clothes. I was taken into a small, dark room and in the room there were like, a bunch of guys, of all ages. All of them were dressed nicely in suits and ties."

The Dean slid his hands down from the girl's tits, down her torso, enjoying the feel of her ribs and smooth skin on his palms. As he slid his right hand over Katie's sexy tummy and his left hand down to her left thigh, gently massaging her sensitive skin, he questioned, "What happened next, Katie?"

Katie, focusing on the Dean's ministrations, continued her tale.

"One of the men in the room told me to get down on all fours. He said, 'Get on the ground, pig. Put your ass and pussy up in the air.'"

The Dean now had his right hand between Katie's legs, and his left hand gently clasped around her neck. Her skin was moist and warm. 

Katie swallowed hard and tried to concentrate.

"I got down on my hands and knees. When I did, the man who had called me a pig approached me from behind. He spit on my ass, and my back. The other men in the room were quiet. I remember having a sickening feeling in my stomach, but I liked it."

The Dean interrupted.

"You like to feel humiliated then, don't you Katie?"

As Katie began to answer, the Dean dipped two of his fingers lower, and slid them slowly along Katie's moistening slit. Katie's response to the Dean's question was a little raspy, like a moan waiting to happen.

"I do like to feel humiliation, Dean."

"Call me 'sir', Katie." the Dean interjected.

"Okay, sir."

Katie's hips were subconsiously rolling from side to side as the Dean teased her pussy. The anticipation was killing her. 

"Sir, should I continue telling you about my dream?"

"Yes, Katie. Continue."

"At that point, I felt hands on my ass, pawing at me. Like, I felt hands on every part of my body. The hands were rough with me. There were fingers pulling on my nipples, grasping at my pussy, the lips, my clit. Then, the speaker guy ordered everyone to stop touching me. The hands stopped. I was shaking. I think I was quivering, really. The speaker called me a 'trashy pig' and a 'slut' and then he slapped my right ass cheek very hard. It took my breath away. He slapped my left ass cheek. Right. Left. He called me 'filthy piglet' and kept smacking my ass till..."

Katie's voice trailed off. Meanwhile, as Katie had been talking, the Dean was sliding his fingers over Katie's clit, down along the entrance to her pussy, and underneath, almost touching her asshole. Her thighs were sticky.

"Katie. Finish telling me about your dream."

"Sir, I think if I keep talking about my dream, and you keep doing what you're doing, I might cum, sir."

"Finish telling me about your dream." reiterated the Dean, dismissing Katie's qualms.

"Okay, I'm sorry sir."

The Dean slid a finger inside the girl for the first time. Her knees bent slightly and she moaned.

"The man kept spanking me, in front of all those men, and, in the dream, he slapped my ass until I squirted. I came on my hands and knees, blindfolded, from being slapped on the ass by a man I didn't know. My cum trickled down my thighs, onto the floor. The speaker laughed at me. He called me a 'pig whore' and then he slammed his cock into me. All of a sudden I felt all of the hands groping me and being rough with me again. And that's when I woke up. But, I wanted to go back to that place as soon as I opened my eyes."

The Dean slid another finger inside the girl and was now fingering her with his right hand and pulling her nipples with his left.

"That's a very dark fantasy, Katie."

"Ohhh, I know, sir." the girl replied. Her eyes were closed.

"Tell me. Would you like to cum, Katie?"

"Mmmmm, yes sir."

"Beg me to make you cum."

The Dean's fingers were skilled and the girl was under his control. Katie was grinding her sweet, round ass into the Dean's crotch. She could feel his cock between her naked ass cheeks. Her toes were clenched into the rug. A bead of sweat rolled down her face.

"Oh, sir, please, make me cum. I'm so close."

The Dean manipulated Katie from the inside with his fingers, stroking the firm nub of her g-spot. He reached down with his left hand, grabbed her thigh forcefully and pulled it away from her other leg, allowing his right hand greater access to her pussy.  

"Mmmmm, I'm gonna come sir... don't stop..."

The Dean pulled his fingers out of Katie's depths and with the same hand he had been fingering her with, abruptly slapped her on her ass, hard. His left hand held Katie's gorgeous hair in a bunch and he slapped her tanned ass again. He landed one more hand-print-leaving shot on her cheek and it was all over with. 

Katie's body began to spasm and a stream of her girlcum splashed down her meaty thighs. She would have fallen down if not for the Dean's handful of her hair. 

"You're going to learn so much, Katie my dear. So much." growled the Dean.

Katie, breathlessly mumbled, "Thank you, sir."

The Dean let go of Katie's hair as she fell foward onto the desk. Seconds later, the Dean pulled his cock out of his pants and ordered Katie to suck him off. 

The sweaty, sexy brunette got down on her knees and took the Dean's cock into her mouth. She sucked on the head of his cock as she stroked its length with her small hands. The Dean watched intently as Katie blew him. Her cheeks were shiny with sweat or spit, or both. Katie dipped her head under the Dean's shaft and took long, healthy licks of his balls, sucking gently. The Dean thought her face was ever more beautiful with his cock laying across it. Katie eventually went back to sucking his cock after she was sure his balls had received enough attention. 

The Dean was close to orgasm. He grabbed Katie's hair again and pulled her away from his cock. She looked at him, surprised. The Dean began to stroke his cock with his right hand and held the beautiful girl in place by her hair with his left hand. He simply, calmly stated, "Take it on your tits." Then, the Dean shot a white stream of jizz onto the middle of Katie's ample chest. The girl opened her mouth, trying to catch some of his cum. Semen ran down the girl's tummy, pooling in her belly button until it dripped off of her tan body and onto her dress and baby blue toes below. 

The Dean let go of her hair and zipped up his pants as Katie fell back against the desk.

"Okay, Katie. That'll be all for today. I'm sure you'll be a great addition to our fine establishment. Get dressed and go." 

Katie felt used. And she felt good. She stood up, cum splashed across her tits and tummy. She picked up her dress and slid it back on. She felt like such a little whore. Her dress stuck to her where the cum was. Her thighs felt greasy and warm. She felt happy.

Katie said, "Thank you, sir" and headed out the door. School was in session.