A modern retelling of a classic story from a time long past. Following in the footsteps of Tiffany Daniels, Kylie Morgan stars in her own story. In the end, it's a classic blackmail story within a modern setting. AI-assisted story telling. All characters are over the age of 18.

Here is the edited version of chapter 5. As usual, spent a lot of time editing for flow and consistency. This chapter is a bit of a gear shift compared the chapters 1-4, but I really like the way it came together. I hope you enjoy the updated version and let me know if you liked it! I would love feedback.

Chapter 5

For two days, the storm built but didn't break. Kylie woke each morning with a jerk, feeling the building tension in her chest and the painful reminders of Monday in her throat each time she swallowed. At night, her dreams were filled with confusing scenes that made no sense. In one, she was alone in the gym locker room surrounded by cameras, clutching a towel around her body. It faded and was replaced by a dream where large strong hands gripped her bare shoulders and pushed her through a dimly lit labyrinth while she was only wearing shoes and nothing else. Every corridor seemed the same with no indication that she was nearing the exit. Every time she tried to turn around to see who was pushing her, everything shifted, and she was staring down the same long, dark, empty corridor. Another dream formed where she was sitting crossed legged on the floor surrounded by kittens. Each time she reached to pick one up, it would whisper things like “good girl,” “natural talent,” and “broken in.” She recoiled after each word but couldn’t stop herself from reaching back out again and again as the little kittens circled around her.

She did her best to hide her situation from her family, and as far as she could tell, they remained oblivious. In the morning she ate breakfast with her family, each meal lovingly prepared by her mom. Fried eggs and toast or oatmeal and fruit. She choked down small bites with a sore throat.

“Are you feeling alright, honey?” her mom asked on Wednesday morning as Kylie took her half-eaten bowl of oats to the sink.

“I’m… Fine,” she mumbled with a rasp, “Just tired with all the work from school and practice.” She produced a small smile for her mother to reassure her. “I think I’m just a little under the weather is all. I’ll be right as rain once regionals are over. They're coming up fast!”

Her mother sniffed and gave Kylie a hug once her bowl was out of her hands. “Well, no matter what happens, I’m proud of you. You’re putting in so much work. Your father and I will always be proud of you!” Her mom gave her another squeeze and Kylie melted a bit into her mother’s embrace. “Are you sure you don’t want to go and see the doctor? Maybe he can see if you’ve caught something.” 

Kylie tensed up slightly at the comment. The idea of a doctor asking about her sore throat symptoms sent dread through her and she swallowed painfully. “N-no, I’m fine, honest. It’s just stress, normal. I’ll be good to go in a bit!” She pulled away from her mom with a final squeeze, hoping to avoid further discussion. The doctor would know, obviously, I can’t go to the doctor! she thought to herself as she pulled away.

When she went back to her room to get dressed for school, her thoughts invariably shifted to her punishment, and she shivered when she looked toward her dresser that held her remaining panties. Are you going to wear panties again? she heard Harrington ask again. She didn’t touch them as she got dressed, trying to ignore the tightness in her throat, fearing that unstoppable tears would gush out.

Kylie made a point to meet up with Maya each morning to walk into the main school building, latching onto her bubbly demeanor and using it as a shield against the weight of her situation. Maya and her large can of energy drink were a welcome sight each morning as Kylie ascended the steps and entered her own personal battlefield within the confines of the school.

Jameson nodded politely in the hallways when she crossed his path on her way to first period, his smile bland and practiced. She jerked her eyes away from him and shuffled to the other side of the hallway until he was out of sight. Maya simply gave her an odd look as she took a swig from her energy drink and shook her head. “You’re so weird…” Maya chirped after a little swallow, “it’s like you're Frogger!”

Kylie blinked at her friend, utterly unable to come up with an excuse for the sudden movement in the hallway. Instead, she didn’t respond to Maya’s comment and headed for Mrs. Culvert’s classroom. Maya sighed dramatically and followed along. Kylie never saw Ben.

Later in the day, in biology class, Harrington’s lecture continued with its usual clinical normalcy–as though nothing had changed. And somehow, that made it worse. His voice remained steady as he moved through the topics. Every so often, his eyes found hers, accompanied by the faintest smirk and an unsettling gleam in his eyes. He held his gaze for a moment too long, before launching into a lecture about kingdoms and phyla as if they were the most exciting topic in the world. Each time his eyes shifted toward her, Kylie snapped hers back to her desk.

Don’t look at him, I don’t want to see him!

But she could feel his gaze, even though she refused to look up, and she could almost feel the phantom touch of his hands. She sat rigidly at her desk through the entire period while a disconcerting carousel of emotions churned through her. Dread twisted into anger; anger sank into a suffocating hopelessness, only to dissolve into despair. Then came confusion, which overwhelmed her young mind. The emotions came in waves, each one leaving her more unsettled than the last. Kylie was unable to tell where one ended and the other began.

All the while, Harrington kept lecturing like he normally did.

When the period ended with the ball, she jumped out of her seat and quickly walked out of the room. She needed to be away from that room and the man that owned it. The rest of her classes blurred together in a fog as she did her best to maintain her outward appearance of normalcy.

Once the final bell rang out, Kylie wound her way to her locker. Maya streamed alongside her, once again chatting about random things. Kylie came to a halt before her locker and fiddled with the lock until it clicked open.

Maya leaned against the locker next to Kylie’s. "Ezra kissed me yesterday," she announced, eyes gleaming.

Kylie turned her head toward Maya, eyes widening at her, before she quickly swung her locker closed without even looking inside. “What?! I didn’t even think you guys were a thing yet!” she exclaimed. “It’s been like five days since you started talking about him!”

Maya grinned back, “He did it behind the football bleachers yesterday. We went for a walk after practice! Totally clich, right?” she giggled. She seemed out of focus for a moment, “He’s so…” she trailed off, searching for the right word as her fingers twirled in her hair. “Frisky. Kinda aggressive!” Her eyes snapped back to Kylie after coming back into focus.

Kylie blinked. Aggressive, she repeated to herself. Unbidden the memories of being held down and having a cock thrust into her throat harshly replayed in her mind. She swallowed painfully and cleared her throat, driving away the next memory of her tits being tormented while she was forced to service three men at once. A twinge sparked through her right nipple as her chest swelled during a deep inhale before she forced the air out through her nose, “A-aggressive?” she poised.

“Like, he pinned me against the fence, y’know?" Maya continued. Her eyes were rosy and full of light. “I kinda liked it,” she whispered before breaking into an earnest giggle. “Then he bought me an energy drink! I think I’m in love!” She let out a contented sigh as sheleaned back against the lockers.

Kylie chuckled at Maya, wishing she could be as carefree as her, wishing she hadn’t caught the attention of Harrington. So stupid! Kylie opened her locker again as Maya leaned against the metal panel. Kylie let her friend daydream as she reached into her locker to put her pens away. “You probably drink too much caffeine, Maya!” she said offhandedly, as she peered inside her locker. She did a double take when her eyes fell onto the plastic wrapped package, nestled atop her textbooks. Another note laid folded with it. Oh… She quickly closed her locker again, trying to smooth her features as her anxiety cranked up. Butterflies bounced around her stomach, and she drummed her fingers on the locker door. “S-so, is he nice?” she asked Maya. “Ezra, I-I mean, is he… Nice..?” she stammered fitfully, trying to form a question, any question, to distract herself from ripping open her locker again and reading the note.

Maya laughed out loud, “Honestly, I have no idea, he probably just wants to get in my pants and is playing the gentleman to get some!” She pushed herself away from the locker. “He'll have to do better than a drink though! I have standards!” she said with snark. “Ooo, maybe chicken nuggies!” she said with another grin at Kylie. “Oh, don't you dare tell him I said that!” she quickly warned theatrically.

Kylie held in a little laugh, but hurriedly said, “Your secret is safe with me. Besides, who doesn't love chicken nuggies? But you should raise your standards, Maya!”

Maya looked fake offended, but nodded along, “Yaaasssss! I bet I could get chicken nuggies AND a Pixie Spunk!”

The two girls giggled conspiratorially as the hallway slowly emptied. Maya took a deep breath, then sighed. “Better head to practice! Don't want to endure more laps!” she teased. “I don't think you can handle it again if you're late!”

Kylie blanched as a vivid reminder of Monday’s ordeal replayed in her mind. She shivered and quickly smoothed her hoodie. “I just gotta use the bathroom, I'll meet you there!”

“You better not be late again or else I'll never be able to forgive you!” Maya blurted out as she turned on her heel and strode down the hall.

Kylie waited for her friend to disappear around the corner before hastily jerking her locker open again. She grabbed the note and flipped it open. The page had the same sterile font as the previous notes. In plain words, it read “Green is your color. Enjoy the gift. Wear it this afternoon.” She crumpled it up and jammed it into her hoodie pocket, just as she had with the other notes. The package seemed to demand her attention and she grabbed it, quickly ripping it open. A sleek emerald green leotard unfurled into her hands when she pulled it out. She yelped once she realized what it was. She promptly shoved it back into her locker and peered up and down the hallway. Her fingers still clutched the silky fabric as she looked back inside. With a final look for anyone watching, she quickly pulled it back out and forced it into her bag where it wouldn't be seen.

She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and sped toward the gymnasium for practice.

—

Practice felt far too hard for Kylie. Coach Miller was on a rampage, and even Maya was exhausted toward the end. “Come on ladies! You call yourself athletes, but I wouldn't take you to a dog show, let alone regionals with how you've been performing!” their coach yelled. Maya frowned toward Kylie after she stumbled on a dismount, the petite blonde’s normally bubbly demeanor seemingly squashed by the brutal critiques of Miller.

When their coach’s whistle finally echoed through the gym, Kylie and Maya hunched over, hands on their knees. “She really needs to get a life,” Maya whispered, “or a boyfriend!”

Kylie snorted lightly as she caught her breath.

With practice over, the girls meandered to the locker room. Without their coach shouting out corrections and commands, Maya's usual bubbly demeanor oozed back out. “I can't wait for regionals to be over! Ugh, this is just high school, and now I'm stinky!” she cried out. “I'm supposed to hang out with Ezra after practice!” Maya practically wilted as she dramatically dropped her nose to her armpit and let out an embellished “blegh.”

Kylie ran her hand over her forehead and giggled, “You probably don't even small bad! You barely even sweat!” she told her friend.

Maya let out a laugh, “I sweat!”

“Uh huh,” Kylie retorted.

“In fact, I’m going to take a shower to get rid of it!”

Kylie rolled her eyes, “Ezra won't even care, he's a boy! Boys have to smell themselves all day!”

Maya’s boisterous laugh echoed around the locker room, startling their teammate Katie while she was drying her hands near the sinks. “I know, they're pretty gross! It's called deodorant!” Maya quipped. “Ezra smells nice though, he's not your average stinky boy!”

As soon as Katie left, Maya and Kylie were alone and disappeared into separate stalls.

“Don't drop the soap!” Maya chirped as she pulled the curtain closed behind herself.

There's always a silly joke, Kylie thought as she stepped into her stall, I wish I was funnier like that.

The sound of spraying water sounded out a few seconds later and Maya screamed out, “This is the worst shower ever, what the hell! It's spraying all the walls at the same time!” Kylie ignored her as she let the warm water run over her body, letting it soothe away the tension in her muscles.

Kylie quickly washed and rinsed and then grabbed her towel and dried off. She wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the stall before making her way to a nearby bench and sitting down. A few seconds later and the water from Maya's stall shut off.

“Great! And now I smell like chemicals! Ughh!” Maya's hand snaked out from behind the curtain and grabbed her towel before pulling it back in with a snap.

A laugh bubbled up Kylie’s throat, but she bit it back so as to not heap more embarrassment onto Maya. She swallowed, painfully, as the urge to giggle bubbled up again. The shower curtain crinkled, and Maya stepped out wrapped in her own towel.

A few quick steps brought Maya over to Kylie, and she bounced down on the bench beside her. “Let's hope he likes the smell of lemons!” she said cheerily, her happy-go-lucky personality back in full force. Maya fished around in her bag and pulled out her bra, pulling it on while letting her towel slip down her torso.

Kylie looked away from Maya, a slight blush creeping up her neck. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. But still, she felt like she should provide even the tiniest bit of privacy.

Done with her bra, Maya tugged her towel around her hips, holding it secure with one hand. She leaned in slightly, getting closer to Kylie. “So? Have you been chatting with any boys?” she whispered in a quiet, conspiratorial voice.

Kylie's fingers tightened on her own towel as she clenched her fists lightly on her thighs. The light above seemed to buzz louder as Maya spoke. She tightened her fists slightly more, to prevent them from trembling. She forced a tittering, bright peal of laughter through her sore throat. It rang out like an alarm clock, “Me?” she scoffed, turning back to face Maya with a smile across her face. It was the smile she reserved for podiums and judges. “Uh, no!” she said as she arched a playful eyebrow. “I don't have time for boys!” But beneath the practiced smile, Kylie's mind spun recounting her experiences with men. Harrington thumbs holding her eyes open, Jameson's cold observation of her throat milking him, the feeling of semen flooding out of her nose. Her stomach clenched suddenly, but she shoved the memories away, burying them beneath the performer's facade.

Maya blinked, momentarily stunned by Kylie’s radiant smile, perhaps hoping for some juicy insight. She sighed loudly, “Saving it for someone special, huh?”

Special. The word burned Kylie’s ears. She busied herself, smoothing her towel, but the word echoed mockingly. Harrington’s uttered explanation–because I can–rang through her mind again.

“Seriously though,” Maya teased as she pushed gently on Kylie's shoulder, “How do you not have a harem of boys trying to hook up with you?” Maya seemed to wait for a response for a moment, but then added, “Especially with those!” Her gaze dropped pointedly down to Kylie's chest, hidden snugly beneath her towel. “Just look at ‘em! Big, perfect boobies!”

Kylie blushed, “Maya, stop!”

Maya ignored her plea, “And with that?!” she exclaimed as she popped her hip to the side and smacked her own ass before gesturing toward where Kylie was seated. “Every guy stares, like, constantly. Coach shouldn't even let you wear our uniforms! It's not even fair!”

Kylie let out an exasperated giggle. “Stop, Maya. You're being ridiculous!” She brought her hands to her face to try to hide her blush.

Maya grinned, seemingly delighted by the reaction. “Blushing baby!” she sing-songed triumphantly, “I bet you secretly want Liam Walsh to ogle your booty!”

Kylie froze mid giggle. Liam Walsh! He had kind eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Does he even notice me?

Maya watched Kylie's blush deepen. “Definitely Liam!" Maya crowed, bouncing gleefully. "Dude practically trips over his feet whenever you walk past him in the hall!"

Kylie forced herself to breathe evenly “Really?” Her voice sounded bright.

Maya nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! And it’s totally because of these!" she announced as she cupped her own small breasts over her bra. “Ugh, my boobies are so tiny," she groaned dramatically, letting go to gesture dismissively at her modest chest. “But," she added, perking up instantly as she spun around. “This is pretty damn nice, right?” she said as she jiggled her towel-clad butt in front of Kylie. “I could give you a run for your money with this!” she challenged.  “Ezra says he loves my butt already,” she finished with a giggle, shaking her hips side-to-side playfully. “Solid A-plus butt!”

Genuine laughter bubbled up Kylie’s throat again as Maya essentially twerked in front of her. Watching the exaggerated wiggle of her friend's backside, Kylie reacted without even thinking. “Oh yeah?” she teased. She reached out and swatted Maya’s towel clad ass quickly with her open palm. “Solid A-plus this!” The dull smack thumped dully in the humid locker room.

Maya shrieked–not in pain, but in surprise, and jumped. The sudden jolt made her release her secure hold on the towel she held at her waist. Before Maya could even react, the damp fabric slithered down her legs, puddling at her ankles on the damp concrete floor. She froze, eyes widening comically as she yelped. “KYLIE!” she screeched, utterly mortified.

Momentarily shocked, Kylie stared at Maya’s completely bare ass that was now on display right in front of her. Her blonde friend’s taut glute muscles were flexed in surprise from her jerky reaction. Maya’s smooth, rosy tinged skin from the shower demanded Kylie’s attention as her eyes stayed locked on Maya’s ass.

Maya gasped, frantically bending at the waist to snatch the towel back up, inadvertently providing an eyeful for Kylie. She yanked it against herself, twisting to whirl on Kylie, her cheeks flaming crimson. “You… You absolute BRAT!” she sputtered, half-laughing, half-pretending to be angry, as she clutched the towel tightly around her waist again. “Gah! Embarrassing!”

Kylie dissolved into a genuine giggle fit, fueled by Maya’s flustered reaction. “See?” Kylie choked out between laughs, pointing vaguely at the spot Maya was now fiercely protecting. “Still an A-plus butt! Absolutely correct!”

Maya scowled, trying to look fierce, and failing as usual. But the corners of her mouth twitched upwards uncontrollably as she fought her own instinct to giggle. “Fine, fine,” Maya muttered as the crimson flush lessened from her face. She playfully shoved Kylie’s shoulder. “But I’m telling Ezra you slapped my butt!” Her mock outrage dissolved into shared, bubbling laughter with Kylie as she quickly tucked her towel securely again.

The girls took a moment to calm down, before Maya sneaked around the corner of the locker room to get dressed. Kylie stayed where she was, dreading her now customary appointment with Harrington and distracting herself by tracing the grout lines between the tiles. Grout, what a weird word. Who came up with that? she ruminated as she waited for Maya to return. Kylie couldn’t change into the green leotard with Maya around anyways.

Maya reemerged a minute later wearing tight shorts and a tank top. She pulled her hoodie back on and then sat down next to Kylie again to pull on her socks and shoes. “Why aren’t you getting dressed?” she asked offhandedly, "Hoping to get another look at my butt?!”

“Oh my gosh, Maya, enough!”

“It all makes sense now,” Maya said passionately, “No boyfriend, even with what you got going on. You’re a lesbian, confirmed!” Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she stuck her tongue out at Kylie. “Did you like it at least? My butt? Giving it a good smack?”

Kylie rolled her eyes dramatically, feigning exasperation, “I’m not a lesbian, Maya!”

‘Wouldn’t change a thing!” Maya announced, “You’re still my bestie! Totally fine if you like girls!”

Kylie gave up on responding and took a deep breath to inform Maya that she was over the conversation.

The hint seemed to do the trick and Maya relented. “But,” she continued, “For real, your butt is incredible. Seriously! That curve! Perfect. I’m super jealous!” She gave Kylie an exaggerated wink before standing up again.

A puff escaped from Kylie’s lips as she watched Maya stand and gather her bag. “Go see your boy toy!” she said with a sigh.

“See ya tomorrow! Don’t dream about my butt tonight!” Maya chirped as she waltzed through the door. “Time for lemony kisses!”

The entire moment with Maya replayed through Kylie’s mind as she sat on the bench, still wrapped in her towel. It wasn’t sexual, of course. Not at all. But she could vividly recall Maya’s bare backside when the towel slipped, the smooth, firm muscle flexing beneath flawless skin. In her tumultuous frame of mind, Kylie found herself surprisingly more aware of the striking physical attributes of her friend. The absurdity of the event seemed to sear it into her memory. She’s so lucky and she doesn’t even know it! Kylie thought to herself as she tried to drive the images away. She was jealous of Maya’s spunky demeanor. How nothing seemed to faze her. How she possessed a strength that she didn’t know she had, which Kylie felt leaching from own limbs each day. She longed for that strength to return. To feel that unburdened ownership of her own body again.

With a heavy sigh that she puffed out through pursed lips, she dragged her bag toward her with her foot. She reached into her bag and pulled out the silky-smooth green leotard and held it in her hands. It’s so green, she thought as she ran her fingers over the satiny fabric. And sleeveless. She moved the high collar around until she noted the size, and somehow it was exactly what she wore, chest and all. How does he even know my size? She held it up in front of her and looked at it. The chest seemed a little lower than normal, and the thigh hems a little higher. But what seemed the most out of place was the mesh backing that would showcase almost her entire back from shoulders to her cute little dimples. “I don’t think this is even regulation,” she murmured to herself as she stood up.

Kylie dropped her towel and proceeded to slide into the new leotard. The smooth silky fabric stretched and hugged as she pulled it up her legs, until it caressed her butt and crotch. She pulled her arms through the shoulder straps and popped it over her back, before pulling the front forward to cover her chest. It felt slightly too snug, but it fit somehow. She stole a glance at herself in the mirror and was shocked to see how the fabric held her chest high and proud. She turned to look at her back and noted how the mesh crisscrossed over her skin, highlighting her toned muscles. She tried to avoid looking at her butt and thighs, and how much skin was showing. I guess it’s not THAT different from a competition piece… she justified to herself.

With another sigh, she hurriedly threw on her skirt, shirt, and hoodie to hide her new leotard. She couldn’t just walk through the halls in her new outfit, of course. She quickly pulled on her shoes and socks, grabbed her bag, and headed toward the door to begin her now customary post-practice trek to Harrington’s classroom.

—

Kylie stopped at the door to the classroom. She did not want to go inside. They’re going to hurt me again, she kept saying over and over. She put her hands in her hoodie pocket and felt the note from her locker, a brutal reminder that she didn’t have much of a choice. Just do what they say, and maybe they’ll be nicer. She swallowed and her throat tightened up as she struggled to hold back tears. Kylie felt her eyes mist over, salty water pooling beneath her eyelids, but she refused to let them fall. She swallowed again to force the pain and tightness away, before pursing her lips and drawing a few shaky breaths in and out.

“You have to go inside,” she whispered to herself before taking several deep, steadying breaths. She pulled her hands from her pockets and smoothed her hoodie, trying to do anything but grab the door handle. Who’s going to be in there this time? she thought as her hands remained slowly smoothing the already flat fabric over her stomach. Her eyes drifted to the handle again as she considered just going home instead. She got as far as turning around. But she found herself unable to make her feet move her body away from the door, as if a strong magnet was stuck to her back, stopping her desires. Every time she willed her legs to move, the weight of her situation tensed her muscles, and she stayed right where she was.

This is your fault! she screamed internally for what felt like the hundredth time. A single tear finally slipped from her eye, and she quickly pulled her hand from her pocket to rub it away. Steeling her nerves, she ran her hand across her forehead and turned back around to face the door. Before she could second guess herself, she lightly placed her hand on the handle and held it for a moment before firmly pressing the thumb plate and hearing the soft click. She slowly pushed the door open and stepped through the threshold.

With a hand still on the handle, she quickly scanned the room, searching for men. For how many monsters she would have to face today. Harrington occupied his usual seat behind his desk, seemingly grading assignments. Kylie’s eyes flicked over him to the corners of the room. She searched for the others, trying to find their hiding places, as she stood under the door frame.

Harrington raised his eyes a heartbeat later and he watched her eyes flit around the room. He sighed contentedly as he forgot all about the assignments on his desk and raised his head. He twirled his pen in his hand before clicking it.

The sharp click snapped Kylie out of her search with a flinch, and her eyes darted toward Harrington.

“Looking for someone?” he asked casually, clicking his pen again.

Another little flinch rippled through Kylie at the click, but she didn’t respond to his question.

“Are you going to close the door, or are you expecting company?”

Kylie realized she was still gripping the door handle firmly, like the rope hooked to a life preserver.

“You’re very popular after all. I’m sure all the boys wouldn’t mind the invitation to come inside,” Harrington said with a wicked smile.

Kylie’s lips formed a little frown at his words and their meaning, and she quickly released the door, letting it swing closed with a crisp click.

Harrington dropped his pen to his desk and leaned back, drinking in the sight of Kylie standing timidly by the door. She was just too cute as she cautiously stared back at him with her innocent eyes. Her stance was guarded and unsure, as if she was trying to appear as small as possible to avoid his attention. That was never going to work, as Harrington roved his eyes over the exposed skin of her legs.

“I’m sure by now, you know the steps. Consider it part of a new routine you’re mastering,” he said matter-of-factly, as he pushed himself away from his desk. “Go ahead and show me that you’ve continued to pay attention to your lessons.” With his legs spread, he casually leaned back in his chair, hands resting behind his head, and waited for Kylie to make her move.

Kylie blinked back at him, still unused to the suddenness of his commands. I shouldn't be surprised anymore, she thought as she took a few timid steps further into the room. She quietly shuffled toward his desk but found herself stepping around it until she stood before him. She didn’t know why. Her hand tentatively raised up to her hoodie zipper. She still hesitated, her eyes skirting to Harrington’s, still hoping futilely for a way out. Harrington returned her gaze stoically, like he always did. She looked away as she pulled the zipper down and shrugged out of her hoodie. Her tight leotard was still hidden beneath her shirt and skirt, and she looked at Harrington after she dropped her hoodie to the ground.

“I’m excited to see your gift,” he murmured quietly, “I think it’s the perfect color for you.”

With only a brief hesitation, Kylie slid her hands to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up–like she’s been taught to do–slowly revealing her green clad breasts held snugly in the stretchy Lyrica fabric of the leotard. Harrington let a breath out through his nose as her generous cleavage was revealed and licked his lips. Once her shirt pulled free from her head, Kylie noticed his stare, and quickly dropped her arms down, fighting the urge to cover herself back up as a slight tinge of red ran up her chest.

“It’s cute when you're embarrassed, Miss Morgan,” Harrington stated, “Continue.”

Another brief flare of warmth spread up Kylie’s neck as she dropped her shirt in front of her and raised her fingers to her skirt and unzipped it. The skirt started to fall on its own, but she held onto it for a moment. She turned around instead, facing away from him, unconsciously doing what she knew he liked, and bent forward slightly. She pulled her skirt down, sliding it down her hips, until her taut leotard swathed ass stared at Harrington. Why did I do that? she screamed, as she let the skirt fall to the floor.

Harrington licked his lips and sat forward. “Perfect fit,” he breathed out, admiring the perfection of youth before him. His eyes roved over her tight ass, the way the high cut leotard showed so much skin and licked his lips again. He moved his eyes up her back, enjoying the way the mesh back highlighted her toned muscles. “Aren’t you going to say thank you for your new outfit?” he asked.

Kylie hesitated briefly again–I didn’t want this!--before she stuttered out, “T-Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome, Miss Morgan,” Harrington said demurely. “A girl with your talents needs a uniform that suits her. I think this one will help you excel at your craft.”

Kylie had no idea what his words meant but didn’t get long to ruminate on them before Harrington stood suddenly. Without hesitating, he moved to her, dropped his hands to her sides, and easily picked her up. She yelped as her little feet left the ground before Harrington kicked her skirt away and set her back down. He pulled her back into his body, so her ass was pressed into him. His hands found her breasts, and he massaged them gently in his palms through the fabric. Kylie gritted her teeth as his hands roved over her nipples.

“It was challenging to find this leotard that could hold your assets,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re quite unique with these big tits, Kylie.” His hands moved down her abdomen, smoothly running over her flat, tight fabric covered tummy, before he cupped her mound. “Am I correct to assume that you’re not wearing panties, Miss Morgan? There’s hardly any need for them with your new outfit.”

Kylie whimpered as he held her pussy. She didn’t try to resist but lowered her head as he applied gentle pressure. “Y-yes...” she said softly. Her head drooped to the side as Harrington’s hands flared out to massage her hips. The roughness she’d come to expect seemed to be replaced by a gentle, caring touch, as he ran his hands over her exposed skin. Despite her unwillingness, she didn’t hate the way his hands felt on her waist. She closed her eyes and let out a big sigh, before opening them again.

“Let me get a better view of you.” Harrington ordered. He gently pushed her forward and then moved back to his desk. He leaned onto it and crossed his arms, “Go ahead, show your appreciation for your gift.”

Unsure of what he meant or wanted, Kylie blinked rapidly and stood up a little straighter. She wasn’t truly uncomfortable wearing the leotard, even if it was a bit skimpier than what she was used to. But she felt very exposed wearing it in front of him. Even after all that she had been through–being forced to remove her clothes multiple times–she still had to fight back the urge to cover herself with her arms. She let her arms fall to her sides before quickly bringing them back in front of herself and wringing her hands. “I don’t know what… What do you want me to do?” she asked quietly.

“What do gymnasts do while they're wearing these little outfits?” Harrington asked, “Other than shaking their asses for the world to see.”

“You mean like a stunt?” Kylie responded slowly.

“There’s hardly the facilities in here to do any of that,” he said as he gestured to the room. “Why don’t you do your little pose that you do after you do one of your flips.”

A tiny frown curved Kylie’s lips downward, but she positioned her feet and tightened her butt. Then she raised her hands above her head, and arched her back, bending slightly, inadvertently showcasing her ample cleavage to Harrington. She held the salute, watching Harrington’s eyes.

“Turn around, and do it again,” he murmured breathily.

Kylie spun on her heels and repeated her salute. She heard Harrington breath out heavily and tensed slightly. Although she couldn’t see Harrington, she could feel his eyes on her butt as she held the position.

Harrington’s eyes were fixed on Kylie’s ass and the way the leotard cradled it perfectly. Her smooth tight skin just barely dimpled by the tight fabric. He felt his arousal surge, and he rearranged himself through his slacks. “Bend over backwards, I don’t know what you call it, but I’ve watched you do it on the beam.”

Kylie knew he was referring to a back handspring and resigned herself. Her feet moved into position and she bent backwards, and an upside-down Harrington revolved into view. She tried not to think about how her cleavage was front and center as her hands gently pressed into the ground.

“Hold it!”

Kylie faltered, nearly losing her balance as she struggled to maintain the inverted arch. Her eyes flickered towards Harrington as she held the position.

His eyes were fixated on the generous mountains of her chest, transfixed by the slight rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

“Continue.”

Bracing her arms, Kylie pushed off with her legs and swung them upwards until she was vertical in a handstand, and her view was dominated by Harrington’s upside-down image leaning against his desk. She was closer to him than she wanted to be but pushed through her doubts and swung her legs backwards again until her feet planted firmly on the floor. She raised herself up, but kept her eyes locked on the far wall.

“Do your little pose again,” she heard Harrington murmur from behind her.

Kylie raised her arms into the air again as she tightened her ass. Within a moment, she felt Harrington’s hands slither around her waist and drag her backwards. He pulled her into his body as he leaned on his desk, tugging her with him until she was nestled in his lap.

“Exceptional body and form,” he whispered softly into her ear, before nibbling lightly on her little earlobe. His breath felt hot against her ear. He pulled her tighter into his body to prevent her from squirming too much. Again, Kylie didn’t try to resist, even though she leaned her head away from his teeth. The green leotard’s mesh back felt prickly against her skin as she settled hesitantly onto Harrington’s larger frame. The familiar scent of his cologne, woody and expensive, tickled her nose, intermixing with the bitter tang of coffee. His hands slid slowly up her bare thighs beneath the high-cut leg openings of the leotard, his fingertips skating over goosebumps raised by the intimate touch. She flinched lightly as his thumb pressed into the sensitive hollow where her thigh met her hipbone, his intimate touch simultaneously clinical and possessive.

“You’re going to suck my cock now,” Harrington commanded. He lifted her up again and let her come to rest on her feet in front of him, before twirling her around by her hips.

Kylie let herself be spun around until she found herself looking up at him. His hands clung to her for a moment longer until he let her go and placed one hand on top of her head. Kylie let herself be pushed down until she was squatting once more in front of him.

“Let's grade your progress and see if you are still a good girl,” Harrington murmured as he leaned back on the desk again.

She nodded once, the tiniest movement of her head, as a tremor ran through her chin. Just get it over with! Slowly and deliberately, Kylie shifted her weight, leaning forward slightly and bringing her hands up and resting them on his thighs. She kept her gaze fixed on the silver buckle of Harrington’s belt, gleaming like a coiled serpent, and fumbled with the stiff leather. Her fingers felt clumsy and stiff, her touch tentative and nervous. Kylie swallowed painfully, bile rising as the belt pulled free with a soft rasp. She tugged at the button fly of his slacks until it popped free. The zipper teeth parted slowly as she pulled it down, each soft click sounding too loud in the quiet room.

Harrington shifted his weight once his slacks opened and the movement pushed his cock through the fly. It bobbed mere inches from Kylie’s face, thick and veiny, his glans flushed and eager after its confinement.

Kylie sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and flinched slightly as his cock sprang free. Her pulse hammered in her temples and for a fraction of a second, she considered bolting again before realizing she had nowhere to go. Kylie stared at the thick cock in front of her face. It’s just a blowjob, she chanted silently, the thought brittle and hollow. Just suction. Just rhythm. Like pulling water through a straw. People do this all the time… I guess…

A smile formed on Harrington’s lips. He watched the drama play out across her face while her eyes were fixed on his cock. He knew that this was the last thing she wanted to do right now, and the thought sent a wave of power through him, making his cock flex again.

Kylie breathed out firmly and raised her hand to the shaft in front of her. Her fingers graced the hot, taut skin, then closed tentatively around his rigid shaft. The warmth radiating from it still felt alien, intrusive, yet she tightened her grip marginally. The torment she received to her tender nipples on Monday had taught her not to squeeze too hard, and she held his cock firmly in her little hand. Kylie hesitated, knowing what he wanted her to do, but struggling to do it. She tried to distract her thoughts from the rod of meat in her hand, unconsciously thinking of Maya and her cheerful voice. Maya probably knelt down for Ezra behind the bleachers, she couldn’t help but think. Maya wouldn’t freeze up like this, I bet. The thought shocked Kylie and she shook her head to drive it away.

Drawing a shuddering breath that smelled faintly of his cologne, Kylie dragged her small hand up his shaft. The hot flesh of his cock stuck to her fingers, and she realized with a grimace when she reached his glans that the friction probably didn’t feel very good. She risked a quick glance up at Harrington to gauge his reaction, but his expectant silence just pressed down on her. Lube, she thought, need lube. Kylie worked her tongue frantically around her dry mouth, gathering a meager pool of saliva. She leaned forward again and pursed her lips, releasing a little drip of spit onto his swollen crown. It landed wetly on his glans, catching the overhead light with a twinkle, before trailing slowly down his shaft. She licked the residual moisture from her lips as she watched the trail of spit slip down his shaft. Her palm slid back up, gathered the moisture, then descended again.

Harrington sighed contentedly as he let Kylie stroke him. Her movement was still timid and shaky, but she was progressing as she learned her craft. Up. Down. Up. Down. Just like she had painfully learned. Gradually, her strokes lengthened, her fist enclosing him fully each time.

A minute crawled by. Kylie’s arm began to twinge from the sustained effort, her bicep starting to burn. Tiny pinpricks of sweat beaded along her hairline beneath the tight bun. She focused on the minute detail–the throb beneath her fingers timed with Harrington’s heartbeat, the scent of precum mingling hanging in the air, the faint rasp of friction against his cockhead each time her hand reached it. Her gaze remained locked on his shaft, mapping the veins, anything to avoid looking up at him. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by Harrington’s quiet hum of approval, a low, resonant vibration she felt more than heard.

"Your mouth, Miss Morgan," Harrington said suddenly, his voice a sharp knife cutting through the rhythmic sound of her gentle strokes. It wasn't a shout, but the command held absolute, chilling authority.

Kylie flinched and her hand froze mid-stroke. For a suspended heartbeat, the phantom taste of semen coursed through her mouth, and the sensation of it flooding her sinuses sent a shiver through her spine. Panic clawed its way up her throat painfully as she remembered the choking and desperate gagging. Noooo! she wished. “But… My t-throat hurts. It still hurts to swallow,” she whispered pathetically. “P-please, Mr. Harrington, don’t make me do it again.”

Harrington merely smiled down at the scared girl in front of him. “Open your mouth,” he ordered coolly as he brought his hands to her ears. “Like any muscle, the more you use it, the less it will hurt.”

Kylie squeezed her eyes shut, inhaled a trembling breath thick with his scent, and opened her mouth.

Harrington tilted her face upward slightly, “Let me help you be a good girl,” he said huskily. Then he leaned his own head forward and gathered up a large amount of saliva before spitting directly into Kylie’s gaping mouth. “Yeah, take some lube so my cock slides easier down your throat.”

Kylie recoiled as the spit hit her tonsils, but Harrington held her head firmly in place. “Nnnggg,” she whimpered through her nose. She kept her eyes tightly closed, know that she didn’t have a choice in the matter, and soon felt the slick head of his pressing into her mouth. The heat from it radiated against her trembling lips. Just suction, just rhythm, she repeated to herself numbly, trying to ignore the degradation of him spitting into her mouth. She opened her mouth wider, and took him in. Her tongue flattened instinctively now beneath the weight of his shaft as it pushed its way in.

Harrington groaned softly, a sound of deep satisfaction, as her lips closed around him. He kept his hands planted on her head as she began to suck his cock.

Kylie focused on the mechanics: breathing steadily through her nose, hollowing her cheeks to create suction, using her tongue to press rhythmically along the underside as her head bobbed slowly forward and back. The salty-bitter taste flooded her senses, but she suppressed her gag reflex through sheer willpower, clamping down hard mentally to ignore the urge. She performed with cautious dedication, attempting to replicate the practiced rhythm she’d been forced to learn–slow and teasing at first, then deeper, swallowing him further down her throat with each advance. Suck water through a straw, she kept reminding herself, each time only his cock head was between her lips. Her throat muscles contracted and relaxed, efficiently massaging his cock, even though each deep push and contraction made her throat ache. She persevered through the pain, wanting to avoid punishment or a new lesson.

Harrington’s hands abruptly released her head leaving Kylie free to move. His cock was still in her mouth, and he braced his palms back on his desk. “Set the pace, Miss Morgan, show me you can do it by yourself.”

Kylie glanced up at his face, seemingly confused by his sudden change of tactics. She was so accustomed to just being used at this point, that she half expected a horde of men to suddenly surround her. Her eyes shifted to the sides of Harrington, searching, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Lowering her eyes back down, she forced herself to comply. She began by swirling her tongue firmly around the swollen head of his cock and sucked harder. Her throat still hurt and her jaw began to ache with the stress of maintaining the pressure, but she slowly lowered her face further down onto his cock, letting his shaft slide along her tongue. She paused when she felt him getting deep, just before she’d push herself and gag. Her hands instinctively rose to his shaft as she coughed wetly.

“No hands for now,” Harrington intoned quietly, grabbing her tiny fists in his, “Just your mouth.”

Kylie let him push her hands away and they fell, coming to a rest on her thighs. With a deep breath through her nose, she slowly and steadily pushed her head down until she felt his cock touch the back of her throat. Her hands clenched into fists as she forced her throat to relax. She paused again as the urge to heave reared up like a beast. But she waited for it to pass, only letting out a retching breath that vibrated his shaft. Then she pulled back, swallowed, and started again.

Beneath the dread and revulsion, a horrifying flicker of macabre accomplishment surged. She was doing this. She was performing the act, not frozen, not crying, not sitting idly by as a man abused her mouth. She became acutely aware of the texture of him against her palate, his pulse pumping against her tongue, the low growls rumbling from his chest. She gave herself over to the motion, losing herself momentarily in the terrible, efficient rhythm. For the first time, she felt like she was somewhat in control of her actions, sucking on his cock. The first gentle blowjob of her young life.

Harrington let her enjoy her illusion of control while he rested on his desk, as his sexy little toy slid her mouth up and down his hard cock. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Your slutty little mouth feels so good, Kylie,” he commented as she pushed herself deeply, nearly two thirds of his shaft buried in her mouth. “I'm glad you've taken your lessons to heart, but you can go deeper.  And look at me. I want to see those gorgeous emerald eyes watering as you choke down my cock.”

A whimper slipped around his cock as she halted her own face fucking. Her eyes snapped upward to his as she held his cock in her mouth. She had developed a comfortable rhythm, taking him far enough that he groaned lustily, but not so deep to ignite her gag reflex fully. She drew in another deep breath through her nose since her mouth was occupied, then pushed. His glans immediately tickled her tonsils, and she paused once more as the urge the heave reared up like a nightmare, stronger than before.

Harrington didn't say anything as she struggled to control herself. Her tightening throat worked wonders on his cock, and he let his head fall back as he exhaled.

Kylie kept pushing herself, pausing briefly at each deep penetration to temper her urge to gag. Even with the pain in her throat, the ache in her jaw, and the omnipresent urge to throw up, she found herself preferring the pace and motion she herself was responsible for. If she had to do it, she hoped distantly that she would be able to do it like this.

After mere minutes, Harrington felt his orgasm surface. Kylie kept herself moving along his cock and he knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded. “I'm going to come in your mouth, you little cock tease.” His head fell back again as he groaned loudly. “Back off and seal your lips around me,” Harrington ordered, “use your hand to make me come in your mouth.”

A muffled whine raced up her throat, vibrating his cock, but her right hand instantly lifted and closed around his shaft and started pumping. Her lips formed a tight seal around his crown and without realizing it, she firmly lathered her tongue across his glans.

"Oh fuck… Kylie…" Harrington moaned, his voice thick and choked. His hands flew to her bun and wove through her brunette locks. A shiver that started in his spine sped through him as he shot his load into her warm, inviting mouth. He held her head in place as he pumped his hips repeatedly, thrusting himself through her hand into her mouth as spurt after spurt of cum flooded her warm mouth.

The sudden, hot torrent erupted against the back of Kylie's throat–thick, viscous, and overwhelming. The musky tang exploded across her taste buds, attempting to trigger her gag reflex. Her eyes closed tightly as she worked to keep her guts in check. Each spurt was accompanied by a thrust, churning the fluid around her mouth, ensuring it coated every surface of her mouth, teeth, and throat. Kylie instinctively tried to pull back, but his hands held her fast. “Mmmnnn,” she bleated like a lost lamb, as Harrington pumped every last drop into her unwilling oral cavity.

"Fuck! You little slut! Hold it in your mouth!" he commanded sharply, as the final waves of pleasure raced through his cock. Her lips, still sealed tightly around him, flexed as the final spurt splashed onto her tongue. He pulled back on her hair then, and his cock slipped out of her gaping mouth, but her hand still gripped his cock. “Show me!”

A humiliated Kylie tilted her head back and stretched her mouth open wider. His cum sloshed around her mouth as she moved, sending his seed to the back of her throat again. Her chest heaved as she breathed intensely through her nose and the aroma of him filled her senses.

“Swirl it around with your tongue,” Harrington commanded. He gave her head a tiny shake for motivation.

Kylie’s eyes popped open wide and her pleading stare crashed into his icy, steely eyes. Begrudgingly, she pulled her tongue back and pushed his cum around her mouth. She barely prevented herself from heaving when she gagged as the flood of semen fell to the back of her throat. A little release of air seeped from her throat and forced a cum bubble up and out of her mouth before it popped and spattered her lips with semen.

Harrington tightened his grip on her bun. “Swallow,” he commanded, holding her steady.

Kylie’s eyes watered as she fought the convulsive urge to retch. She forced her throat muscles to work and his warm cum seared its way down, coating her esophagus before finishing its journey in her stomach. She swallowed again, desperate to be rid of the clinging, musky residue. The taste of him lingered on her senses no matter how many times she swallowed.

Harrington finally released her hair and Kylie slumped slightly, finally able to gasp for breath through her mouth. Her lips were covered in saliva and cum, and her chin felt sticky and wet. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, shuddering as she tasted him again. The brief moment of relief she felt now that he was finished was interrupted when she heard him speak again.

“Clean my cock.”

Kylie jerked her eyes toward his as he lounged on his desk, his cock still hard and standing at attention. She flicked her eyes toward the lab sink and started to raise herself up from her squatting position.

“Uh, uh, Miss Morgan,” he chided her with almost parental exasperation, “You have everything you need right here. Use your tongue.”

Kylie let herself fall back down into position and leaned forward with a grimace. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock to steady it. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth, and she gently ran it around his glans, letting out a little “mmmnnn,” as the taste of him reignited her taste buds. She kept licking, running her tongue along his shaft until every surface was coated with a fresh layer of her saliva. She swallowed whatever she was able to remove from his cock.

"Good girl, I’m glad you’re my star pupil that loves cleaning up," Harrington murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction as her doe-eyes looked up at him. He stroked her cheek with surprising gentleness once she was done bathing his cock.

The unexpected tenderness, juxtaposed violently with the act she was forced to perform, was jarring. To her utter horror, Kylie felt the tiniest sense of accomplishment and pride. She flinched as the emotion flared up, her eyes briefly meeting his steely gaze before looking away quickly as a blush traveled up neck.

Harrington rose smoothly from his desk, standing fully before Kylie. “You’re improving. Actually learning the material… Turning into quite the accomplished little cock sucker.” He smirked as she flinched at his words. “I think I might have to raise your grade. You’ve earned it, your parents would be proud.”

Kylie let her head fall and she stared at the floor between her spread knees. My parents would hate you! Her eyes misted as she once again sped through her father’s imaginary visceral reaction to her frighteningly real dilemma. She forced her tears back and clenched her throat as the urge to sob made her lower lip tremble. She was snapped out of her rumination when Harrington clicked the pen he snatched from his desk and now twirled between his fingers.

“Up you get,” he said softly.

Kylie rose slowly, ignoring the faintest burn in her thighs as she reached her full height. She cautiously glanced around, looking for her clothes, so she could leave, interpreting his words as a dismissal. She glanced behind herself and spotted her skirt. She turned and took a step toward it before Harrington snaked his fingers out and slid them beneath the fabric of her leotard covered ass and tugged her backwards. “Ooohhh,” Kylie yelped as she was dragged backward, “Ugghh.”

“And just where do you think you’re going, Miss Morgan?” he asked gently, whispering into her ear again. He resisted the urge to nibble her little lobe this time.  “I never said class was dismissed. We haven’t even gotten to the lesson yet.” His hands pulled the fabric of her outfit up until it slid between her cheeks, then pulled her firmly against his body.

Kylie could feel his still hard cock pressing into her lower back, and despite his hands being near her crotch many times, she still tried to twist away from him. “W-what lesson?” she squeaked out as she squirmed.

Harrington didn’t answer and instead spun her around, so she was facing him. Her head stayed tilted down, trying to avoid looking at him as long as possible, so he gripped both of her asscheeks in his strong hands. He worked her tender glutes for a minute and even pulled a little moan from the trembling teen. She still held her head down, but he could feel and hear her breathing quicken as he caressed her strong ass.

Without much ado, he gave each of her cheeks a firm squeeze, then dragged his palms up her slender back until they rested on her shoulders. Kylie expected his hand to rise to her head and push her down again.

“But you j-just did it. I t-thought you had to wait to do it again…” she mumbled, preparing herself mentally to be forced into the squatting position.

Harrington slid his fingers under the shoulder straps of her leotard and slowly peeled the fabric away from her body. It was tight, just like he wanted, and he tugged the straps down her shoulders. Once past the widest part of her frame, the leotard unstretched halfway down her arms and her generous chest. With a final tug, he pulled the fabric down and freed her tits and let it hang around her slim waist.

Kylie bit her lower lip, still keeping her eyes low as the tears she fought so hard to control finally slipped down her cheeks. It’s just going to keep happening, she thought ruefully before she felt Harrington pull her left nipple into his mouth and began sucking. She flicked her gaze forward and only saw the top of his head and his tongue flicked out and roved over her tender bud. Her right nipple peaked and hardened in solidarity with the left as he sucked harder, pulling ever more of her tit into his mouth.

After a few moments of lathering his tongue over her left tit, Harrington pulled his mouth free before clamping it down on her right. He repeated the same motions with his tongue.

A familiar and treacherous warmth spread through Kylie’s core as Harrington gorged himself on her nipples. “Sto…” she tried to say, but the word fled as a tendril of sensation arced from her chest down to her crotch. It’s not supposed to… Feel like this! she rambled to herself, no, no, no! This isn’t right! She tried to find her voice again, but “Stoooohhhh,” was all she could muster, as Harrington increased his suction on her nipple at the first drawl of her words.

He raised his head then and discovered Kylie’s eyes tightly closed. Her lips trembled and a shiver ran down her body as the moisture he left on her nipples evaporated into the air. Her twin peaks stood proudly from her perfect tits. He smirked and gently applied a kiss to each nipple.

Then he moved. His strong hands grasped her under her armpits, easily pulling her upward and spinning both of them around. Her eyes shot open as he set her on his desk, their positions reversed from mere moments ago. He towered over her and pushed her backward onto his desk. Without hesitating, he pushed his slacks off his hips. He let the fabric slither down his legs before he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

Before she could process the movement, she felt Harrington grip her knees and pull her legs apart. She watched his eyes descend, terrified of what would happen next. “P-p-please, don’t,” she begged. She sucked in a jerky sobbing breath as she brought her fingers to her lips. “Nnnggh! Ohh, p-please, don’t do this,” she babbled in a panic, “C-can’t you do it in.. M-m-my M-mouth again instead?”

He smiled perversely at the trembling teen sprawled on his desk, delighted in her fear and uncertainty, and knelt down between her legs. Drawing a deep breath full of her scent, he leaned forward until her thighs bracketed his shoulders. Without asking for permission, he tugged aside the crotch of the leotard and plunged his tongue into her tight pussy. He finally reclaimed what was his and began to devour her innocence.

Kylie gasped as his tongue plunged inside her. She clamped her strong legs around his head, but it did nothing to lessen his powerful tongue. Sinister sparks shot through her crotch as his tongue plunged in and out of her hole, before ascending to swirl over her timid clit. She tried pulling her pussy away from his mouth and arched unconsciously. Instead of getting away, she drove her pussy up into his mouth as his tongue swirled her button with shocking intimacy. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming–wet heat and a rhythmic pressure against her clit that bypassed her fear and ignited raw nerve endings. Her hands flew to his hair, to push him away, to let him know that this wasn’t okay, but she found herself pulling his head closer, anchoring his face to her crotch as a low, involuntary whimper escaped her throat. Inadvertently, she found herself grasping for that forbidden pleasure she felt, the deep shame filled release she experienced when he first manipulated her and then again, as she played with herself in her shower.

Kylie abandoned trying to form words, abandoned trying to speak out against his actions. She knew now that using reason was hopeless. Her hips twitched with each swirl on her clit, and her arousal surged. The warmth spread and radiated outward from her crotch. She felt it race up her chest and ignite her neck. Oh, god, oh no. Don’t let this happen again! she screeched to herself as another swirl from Harrington on her button amplified the heat.

His mouth claimed her innocent flesh more aggressively now, sucking hard while his tongue flickered against her clit. Simultaneously, his palms dragged up her torso and clamped over her teenage tits.

His fingers dug into the firm flesh, massaging another moan from her lips. The dual assault—mouth on her pussy, hands squeezing her tits—ripped away the control that Kylie thought she had. Her hips jerked upward uncontrollably, grinding against his face as she sought more pressure. More friction. The world dissolved into sensation: the wet heat of his tongue, the firm pressure of his grip on her tits, the dizzying scent of her own arousal mixed with his cologne. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her thighs trembled forcefully against his head.

Kylie came hard and violently. She whined out gibberish nonsense as conscious thought fled, and her eyes rolled in her sockets while she flopped on Harrington’s desk.

Harrington heard her muffled cries through her thighs as he gorged himself. He had always been in control, exercising his power over the trembling girl on his desk as he sucked hard on her little budding clit. He knew that making these naive teen treasures climax was just so easy; they were never prepared for the onslaught he unleashed on their bodies. He rolled his tongue over her crotch while he waited for Kylie to settle down.

Harrington pulled back once her twitching subsided, leaving her slick, tight pussy exposed to the classroom air. He looked up at her flushed face, enjoying the vacant look that adorned her features. “A very delicious girl,” he husked out, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Kylie’s neck and torso felt too hot, burning crimson. Her mouth hung open, slack, as she struggled to catch her breath. Euphoria radiated from her core–a warm, languid heaviness that made her limbs feel boneless. Her eyelids fluttered as the ceiling tiles came back into focus. Her hands remained tangled in his hair, until she realized with a little jerk and let go. Disgust coiled deep inside her. It was aimed not at Harrington, but at herself. It was partially drowned out though, by the lingering tremors of pleasure still vibrating through her body as an aftershock sped through her.

Harrington licked his lips, savoring the taste of Kylie’s essence on his tongue. “There’s an interesting quirk concerning human biology, Miss Morgan,” he said idly as he massaged her tits, still held firmly in his hands. He flattened his palms against her chest as he spoke, lightly rubbing her stiff nipples. Kylie breathed out a faint moan as her tender buds received extra attention. “Did you know there is no limit to how many orgasms a girl like you can have?” Harrington asked seriously, his teacher's voice oozing lust.

Kylie blinked rapidly as his words filtered into her fuzzy brain. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but again, no words came out. She had trouble focusing her eyes because her brain still felt disconnected from her body due to the intense orgasm.

Harrington simply smirked and regripped her tits in his hands. “That’s the lesson today,” he murmured, “And you get to learn it first-hand.” As the words left his mouth, he lowered his lips to her juicy pussy again and gently resumed his feast.

The instant his mouth graced her puffy lips, Kylie moaned again. Her thoughts were still scrambled, and she found herself unable to resist as his tongue massaged her most tender spot. Not again… Oh gosh…  Why does it feel so good..? Yesss!!! Her thighs opened and closed reflexively, tightly cradling his head between her legs as if she was trying to prevent him from escaping. Her hands found their way back to his head and she wound her fingers through his hair.

 Harrington ate her tender pussy to another mind shattering orgasm. He firmly lapped her clit until her thighs squeezed his head tightly again. Shuttering, lust laced breaths escaped her lips while she quivered intensely. Harrington kept the swirling pressure on her button with his masterful tongue. He felt her hands slip from his hair and flop to her sides as wave after wave of initially unwanted, but undeniable pleasure commandeered her young body.

Kylie felt the strength flee from her limbs as she was eaten. Her head fell to the side and a guttural groan bled from her lips as she peaked. She was breathing hard as she came down from her second orgasm and sweat prickled her skin. She only got a brief respite before she felt Harington’s tongue smash into her button again. “Oooooooh,” was her only response. He pressed harder this time, more intensely, and she felt every part of her body retighten when the tension started to build again. He let go of her tits and wrapped his arms around her strong thighs, holding firm, and mashed his face into her now sopping pussy.

In what felt like an instant, another orgasm exploded through Kylie as she came suddenly. Her gushing pussy felt attached to Harrington's face as she bucked her hips. No longer capable of feeling shame or humiliation, she babbled, “Ohhh! Noooooo! Oohhhh my goooooo….” Her hands raised on their own to smash into her chest, massaging her own tits unconsciously. The trembling gymnast puffed out a high-pitched trembling wail as she drove her pelvis upward into her teacher’s dominating mouth. While it usually commanded her with spoken words, his mouth now played her like an instrument. And the melody made her body betray itself. She felt like a swimmer pulled out to sea by a rip current, unable to swim back to shore as she struggled, and failed, to keep her head above water. The combination of her emotions–shame… embarrassment… confusion… but also… inescapable, pervasive desire–was too much to comprehend and she let herself get swept further out into the yawning abyss. She couldn’t even tell when one orgasm ebbed and the other began.

But Harrington could. After her third orgasm, Harrington lifted his mouth away and peered between the valley of Kylie’s heaving chest. He only saw the face of a girl unable to escape from her new reality. He watched her eyes flutter as her head twitched from side to side. He smiled as her mouth soundlessly opened and closed. He noticed the pinpricks of sweat that dotted her skin and felt the warmth of arousal radiating from her body. Letting go of her thighs, he grabbed her leotard in both hands and pulled it down her body. The fabric, slightly moist from her sweaty release, slid down her damp skin as he pulled it free, eventually snaking over her legs and onto the floor.

Kylie didn’t respond, couldn’t be pulled from her trance like state, while she was fully disrobed and lay naked, again, on her teacher’s desk.

Harrington stood up, shifted his weight, and dropped his hand to her sopping pussy. He traced her eaten seam with his fingers, gathering lubrication until his fingers were slippery. He lined up his middle finger with her tight little hole and pressed it inside. He smirked as a little chirp emanated from Kylie’s lips when he penetrated her.

“Wwwhha…” she swallowed roughly, her mouth dry, “Wwhat... Are… Dooiiing...?” It was all she could manage as she attempted to raise her head off the desk. Her voice sounded slurred and drowsy. She swallowed again. She gave up trying to form coherent words as her heavily lidded eyes fluttered again. Instead, she tried to close her legs, but Harrington easily kept them spread wide as he wiggled his finger into her tight snatch. Her arms loped to his wrist, trying to stop his hand from moving, but he effortlessly carried on.

He finger fucked her slowly and gently, feeling her tightness, enjoying her little twitches and jerks immensely. He knew she no longer had any real strength–or desire–to resist. He also knew that this was the first time anything except tongues had been inside her tight little pussy. The knowledge sent an almost painful surge through his cock as he found himself fully hard again. “Since you loved the last little treat,” Harrington murmured matter of factly, his voice rough and coarse, full of lust. “It’s time for another.”

A startling wave of apprehension tugged her urgently from her stupor as she raised her head and tried to focus on his words. His outline seemed so blurry, but the implication of his words could only mean one thing. Her sluggish brain told her to get up, but her body barely heard the command. “Wwwaiiit… P-plea…” she stuttered as the broken words fumbled out. Her shoulders twisted, squeaking as her sweat soaked back stuck to the top of the desk. A quick slap to each tit from Harrington’s free hand sent her supine again. “Ugh, ohhh,” she bleated as she slumped back down.

Without pulling his finger from her juicy pussy, Harrington gently pulled her sideways with his free hand. Her skin squeaked again, and she came to a rest along the long edge of his desk, her head level with his cock. He gently caressed her face, pushing stray hairs back up her forehead before slowly tilting her face toward his rigid member. Her mouth opened on its own, an inviting chasm, and he fed his cock between her lips. He pumped her face a few times, then began plunging his finger shallowly into her pussy again. His free hand naturally found its way to squeeze her left tit but soon wound through her now messy bun and held her head steady.

Kylie moaned around his shaft while his finger violated her virginal canal. The flurry of activity, cock and finger, pulled her back to the present. “Mnnnoooo,” she hummed around the meat on her mouth, trying to twist her head away. For reasons she didn't understand, her clit was hypersensitive and seemed to scream for attention. Every time he pushed his middle finger forward, his index finger would land a glancing blow on her pearl, sending her twitching. Her throat convulsed simultaneously and soon her body seemed to squeeze in unison during both violations.

Harrington savored her tight holes, groaning each time she squeezed him as he reached her throat. He couldn’t fill her completely. Couldn’t fully deepthroat her, due to the angle of her face. But he didn’t care in the least as he repeatedly fucked into her slutty little mouth. He was delighted when her tongue lapped at his shaft. Before long, he felt the familiar stirring in his loins, so he pulled his finger from her wet pussy. He didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he lifted it to her clit and began furiously flicking his fingers over the engorged bud as he continued pumping her mouth, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

‘Mmnnnggghh,” Kylie whimpered throatily, as her legs started jerking violently. She felt her own loins racing toward their inevitable peak while her previously occupied pussy instinctively clenched around nothing. She came just as Harrington pulled out of her mouth and started pumping himself with his fist. She departed reality for the unknowth time that afternoon and the first splash of cum spattered her nose and forehead as they came together.

“Fuck! You little whore! Auuugh!” he snarled, as he stroked the last drops of cum onto her blanked face. He stared down at his conquest-her vacant expression, her gaping trembling mouth, the rivulets of cum streaming across her face, her limp, overwhelmed body laid out on HIS desk–and a powerful surge of euphoria shot through him. “My perfect little girl,” he muttered under his breath, as he slowed his strokes on his still hard cock.

A twitching Kylie didn’t hear him. She was still far away, still trying, and failing to keep her head above water, even as she started to slip back down from the rugged wave she was forced to ride again.

Once her eyes started to flutter back to reality, Harrington caressed her flushed cheek gently. He gathered up some of the semen streaking her face, trailed his fingers to her still slack mouth, and slowly pressed down on her tongue. Kylie immediately closed her mouth around his fingers and sucked. Taking advantage of her docile state, Harrington fed the rest of his cum to her, one heaping fingerful at a time. Finally, he brought his other hand—the one that fucked her pussy–to her mouth and slid it across her tongue.

Kylie slightly flinched at the new taste in her mouth, unaware that she was sucking her own juice off his finger. The sharp, pungent flavor filtered across her taste buds, firing up new receptors. It tasted tangy and musky, similar to cum, but still so different. She sucked on his finger anyway until he pulled it away with a pop.

Satisfied with her demeanor, Harrington trailed his hand down her neck, chest, and abdomen, and gently cupped her mound again. “An exquisite example of the female biological response, Kylie,” he said softly, "Perfectly in tune with your nature.” He lowered his voice and said, “Primed and preened for the dominant male.” He crouched down and leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “If you didn’t find me fit enough, your body wouldn’t have reacted this way.” Harrington nipped her ear lightly, making Kylie twitch her head away.

Kylie’s thoughts raced through her misty brain. It was like trying to find her way out of a maze filled with dense fog. Her thoughts didn’t know where to go, which path to take–her only clues for the release from this labyrinth were his troubling, loaded words. That’s not right, she thought slowly, he made me. The sudden urge to challenge his words bubbled up. “No…T-that… That’s n-n-not t-t-rue,” she stammered timidly, struggling to gather her scattered thoughts. “You… I didn’t… Don’t want... You…”

Harrington gently pressed his fingers to her tired lips. “Shhhh, Kylie,” Harrington murmured. “It’s a biological fact, scientifically proven,” he lied, planting the kernel of misinformation in her brain, “You wouldn’t have come like a slut unless you were willing.”  He lowered his fingers to her chin and tilted her face toward his, “And come you did, like a needy little whore without any resistance. Because you knew you wanted it.” He smiled paternally at her tormented, cute little face, “It’s time to get a grip, Miss Morgan. You love it!”

Kylie tried to turn away, tried to refute his words, but she was just so tired. Instead, she merely closed her eyes and sobbed at the implicating certainty of his words as he caressed her cheek. He was a teacher, and she was just a student, after all. It’s not true, she sobbed, pleading with herself, it’s not possible…

“I’ll give you one more chance, Miss Morgan,” Harrington said as he stood up. He kept his hand on her chin, gently stroking her cheek. He then casually made his way to the end of the desk, where her feet rested near the edge, trailing his finger down her body.

Kylie’s half lidded eyes followed his every move, watching and waiting. Her shoes squeaked softly on the desktop softly as she tried to pull her feet away. It felt like a herculean effort to even raise her legs marginally.

Harrington chuckled, and his hands closed around her ankles. “Once chance, to prove you don’t want this. Don’t want me,” he said softly, then pulled her entire body down his desk.

Kylie whimpered as she felt her sweat soaked skin slide across the smooth desk surface. Her body came to a stop with her butt on the edge. Then she watched as Harrington knelt, popped her legs over his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her thighs.

She didn’t stand a chance. Within thirty seconds, Kylie catapulted back onto the mountain peaks of ecstasy, and she released a keening wail. She jerked upward and her hands flew to Harrington’s head. She cradled it as she shuddered uncontrollably, while the last orgasm of the afternoon tore through her. A hissing sound escaped her lips as she inhaled through clenched teeth, followed by a stuttering exhale as she suffocated under the avalanche.

With his mission accomplished, Harrington released her flushed pussy from his mouth and ran his tongue all over her moist mound. He flexed his jaw and swallowed, his hunger finally satisfied. Kylie was, he knew, utterly his now; even if she didn’t know it yet. He trailed his tongue up her inner thighs, outward from her precious pussy before tenderly pressing his lips into the exquisitely sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Then he gently nibbled on her flesh, lightly pulling her skin between his teeth. Kylie trembled and whimpered the whole time.

When he finally rose to his feet, Harrington drank in the teenager laid out before him. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell quickly with tremulous breaths. His gaze drifted from her perfect face with her plump, wet lips, down her neck to her magnificent breasts. Her tits held his attention for a while as he watched them gently rock when her breathing deepened. He smiled, awestruck again with how such a small, athletic teen girl could be blessed with such a magnificent rack. Her tits stood proudly from her chest like they defied gravity. He licked his lips as he traced each of her perfect nipples with his eyes.

His smile deepened at his fortune, and his gaze drifted down her toned tummy to the fertile valley between her slightly spread thighs. Little twitches still coursed through her thighs from her aftershocks, and he watched her strong legs flex and relax repeatedly. He resisted the urge to once again descend to her perfect pussy, to feast again like a gluttonous beast, to make her come even more. He noted her sparse public hair, making a mental note to take care of that soon. There was something possessive in his gaze as he drew his eyes to her hips, as though she was already marked as his. He traced her hips, following the curve of her loins. She had an amazing ass, tight and muscular thanks to gymnastics. And he couldn’t wait for the time when he claimed it as his, even though he knew he already owned it.

With a lusty sigh, he envisioned her squirming, crying out and babbling, while he took possession of her tight little rear end. Harrington pulled his eyes away from the ravishing beauty now lightly dozing on his desk. He moved toward his slacks and pulled them up, buttoning them and relatching his belt. Then he walked around his desk and settled in his chair. He simply watched her slumber, still captivated by her perfection.

The minutes slipped by as Kylie slept. Then her eyelids began to flutter, her breathing turning uneven as the darkness of sleep slowly gave way to consciousness. Her body stirred, but before she could wake, the darkness found her again. In the murky depths of her unconscious mind, fragments of what she had endured twisted into something dreamlike–disjointed images, fleeting sensations, emotions without context. Her mind replayed it all in ways that didn’t make sense, blurring memory with nightmare as her brain returned to higher function. Then consciousness broke through, and the fragments scattered like smoke. In their place, only the faintest unease remained.

Where... Am I? She peeled her eyelids open marginally. The bright lights above her stabbed into her eyes painfully. She clamped them closed again with a hiss through her teeth. Blearily, she tried again, blinking rapidly until the blur sharpened and she could make out the detail of the ceiling above her. She traced the lines of the tiles with her weary eyes, because it helped her mind focus. She felt so exhausted, but her body was surprisingly relaxed. A warm, almost comforting, weight pressed down on her. It was like the released pressure of a massage after an intense workout. Her limbs felt too heavy to move and every little movement she made seemed to take too much energy. As her mind fired back up, emotions began filtering back into her conscious mind. It started with a confusing contentment since she had no way of understanding what she had just experienced. She had no idea she could feel this way as her young mind struggled to process everything.

She rolled her head to the side, unknowingly away from Harrington, and blinked away the last of the blur. Her throat protested when she swallowed to bring moisture back to her dry mouth. It hurt and she let out a pained, ragged moan. Her voice felt and sounded strained–almost husky–unaware if it was because of him or her own excessive moaning.

Kylie became acutely aware of the firmness of the desk pressing into her limp body. Her lack of clothing became obvious, and the warmth that previously flushed through her started to bleed away, making her shiver slightly. She wanted nothing more than to roll over onto her side, smother herself in her comforter, and slip back into that warm, smothering embrace of darkness. She rolled her head to the other side, and was startled to find Harrington, still sitting in his chair. He was just staring at her, watching.

 Oh, Kylie thought, her face contorted as her lips pursed and eyebrows drew together. He’s still here. Then, shame and humiliation surged hard. She realized with a pang of anxiety that she only felt what she did because of him. But it still happened. She still let it happen. A shuttering inhale coursed into her lungs through trembling lips as she raggedly gasped in air. Her fingers twitched at her sides before she clenched them to stop the trembling. Her body was finally pushing away the fuzzy embrace of post-orgasm bliss and she felt an unwelcome tension slide into its place.

“There’s my girl,” Harrington said softly. Affectionately. “Welcome back, Miss Morgan.” He didn’t stand up. He just reached out toward her and trailed his fingers over the curve of her trembling breasts. He ran his fingers up her neck to her pursed lips as she twisted her face away.

She wanted nothing more in that moment than to cover herself up, to hide from him, but her limbs still felt so heavy. She struggled to move her arms and legs and struggled to sit up. So, she just laid there, brought her legs together, and folded her arms over her chest. It wasn’t much, but it felt like all she could manage to hide herself from his possessive eyes.

Harrington licked his lips before lifting his eyes to emerald green orbs. “Looks like you had a nice little nap,” he murmured in the same affectionate cadence. He cleared his throat lightly before he continued, “A girl like you needs her rest after coming so many times. There’s no need to be shy or hide from your true self.” His lips rose in a genuine, warm smile when the last words rolled off his tongue.

Kylie blushed in humiliation and turned her head away from his gaze. Her heartbeat thumped in her chest, and she finally found the strength to twist her body away from him. That’s not true!  This isn’t real! I’m not like that! she rambled to herself. I’m a… I was a… Good girl… She flinched as the words–his words–ran through her skull. Good girl, she repeated again. Surprisingly, no tears slipped from her eyes when she clenched them tightly closed. This isn’t fair! This shouldn’t be happening to me!

Content with his conquest, Harrington shoved himself upright with a grunt and brushed imaginary dust from his slacks. His chair rolled a few feet away from him before coming to a stop, its casters rolling over her shirt on the ground. He spent a moment adjusting his belt buckle, his fingers gliding over the smooth leather. It was time to advance the games that Kylie was playing. He laid his hand on her flank, enjoying her twitch as he gently rubbed her hip. He breathed out, enjoying the feel of her soft, warm skin and the firm muscles beneath. “You’ll report to room 104 tomorrow, during our normal class time. Don’t worry, I won’t even mark you as absent.”

Kylie, her eyes still closed, listened to his words stoically. Room 104? I don’t even know where that is, she thought. She distracted herself by imagining standing in front of the main school office–room 100–and trying to figure out which hallway led to room 104. Anything to prevent herself from acknowledging his words.

“Do well,” Harrington ordered, “You’re still being graded, so put your best leg forward.” He smirked as he gave her hip a firm squeeze. He let his hand trail down the curve of her ass before pulling it away.

Kylie stayed put on her side until she heard the door swing open and shut, before she finally allowed her shoulders to slump and let some of the tension ease from her small frame. “I don’t want to go to room 104 tomorrow,” she whispered to herself. She didn’t know how long she stayed on the desk, but eventually she raised herself up and repositioned until her legs dangled over the edge. She slid forward–damp skin sticking to the smooth wood–and hopped off with a tiny grunt. Her legs felt like wet noodles as she braced her hands against the altar of her desecration. She held the position for several moments, until she felt confident enough to step away, and dragged her eyes around the empty room. She began her routine, heading to the sink first to clean up, before finding her discarded clothing. She puffed out a sigh as she pulled her shirt from underneath Harrington’s chair.

She even remembered to wipe up the wetness from his desk. Whatever it took to keep herself from being exposed.

—

Sleep came fitfully that night. Although she was exhausted, she fell into a tumultuous slumber shortly after her head hit the pillow. She drifted in fragmented scenes. Kylie was sitting in the gymnasium bleachers. The room was dark and a single bright spotlight highlighted a figure on the balance beam. It was Maya! She laughed as she endlessly cartwheeled atop the beam, wearing only a towel. With each revolution of her tight body, the towel flared and revealed her pert, sculpted ass. Kylie couldn't look away from her friend as she spun in slow motion, seemingly oblivious to her own exposure as Maya giggled, “Solid A-plus butt, Ky!”

The gymnasium melted away, resolving into room 202. Kylie stood in darkness in the corner and watched as a phantom image of herself was bent roughly over Harrington’s desk. Coach Miller’s whistle shrieked, shattering the silence, and hands from the darkness sped out and began spanking her image’s ass. In the corner, Kylie flinched as each collision shot out. She watched, unable to look away, as her image’s head jerked with each slap, but no sound made it to her ears except the sick slapping of flesh. Suddenly, Harrington’s voice boomed out like it was on a loudspeaker, “Stop trying to hide from yourself!” The hands–his hands–kept raining down blows on the now reddening teen’s firm cheeks. Kylie collapsed into the dark corner and covered her face with her hands.

Another shift left Kylie staring up at familiar ceiling tiles. She tried to raise her hands, to block the blinding light, but discovered they were bound to whatever she was resting on. A futile kick of her legs made her realize they were similarly secured. A now recognizable sensation permeated her groin, radiated outward from her pussy. She raised her head up and peered downward, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, sighed contentedly as Harrington’s mouth devoured her eager pussy. She didn’t even try to fight it, and when she was about to come, Maya’s face cut through the blinding light and stared down at her with a disgusted look on her face, her eyes wide pools of accusation. “You let this happen! You wanted this all along, didn’t you?! And now you can’t stop it! You can come all you want! You slut!” Maya’s mouth formed into one of her cheeky smiles as her face receded into the darkness.

—

Kylie jolted awake with a gasp. Her heart was hammering against her ribs. Sweat, and whatever else, dampened the sheets curled around her legs. “Whaa? Maya?” she mumbled in confusion. Outside her window, the moon cast long, ominous shadows across her room. Her eyes skirted around her room before her mind finally clicked that it was just a bad dream. She tugged her blanket up to her neck and buried her face into her pillow. She inhaled the fresh scent of fabric softener, but a slight musky aroma filtered into her nose. She ignored it as she rolled onto her side. But the dream, Maya’s face and words, his hands, the balance beam–it all lingered as she tried to let sleep overtake her again.