Chapter 1
Heather Burke jumped when she heard a loud swack and a squeal come from the principal's office. She had been sent to his office because she simply couldn't seem to get to school on time. This was the fourth time in less than a month she'd been late for her junior English class and the teacher had finally gotten fed up with it. So, off to the principal's office she went.
But the sounds coming through the half-open doorway startled her. She wondered mostly at the soft, passionate sounds coming from the room. In spite of herself, she had to creep forward and spy on Mr. Elliot. She knew it was wrong to peep in on him while he was with another student, but the sounds of spanking and-passion-seemed too strange for her to believe.
The red-haired girl blinked her deep blue eyes at the sight of the principal whacking a long ruler against his hand. And bent over his desk, her skirt hiked up and her panties pulled down, was another student, one whom Heather didn't know.
"You have been a very bad girl, Susan," said Mr. Elliot. "I must discipline you. Severely discipline you."
"What did I ever do to you?" sobbed the girl. Heather noticed for the first time that the girl's hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't move, no matter how much she struggled. But it was the sight of the snowy white globes of her naked ass that really sent tingles of fear racing through the spying girl's young body.
What was the principal doing? He shouldn't even be spanking this Susan and here he was stripping her and spanking her with a long, ugly looking ruler. And he'd tied her hands behind her so she couldn't even struggle against him! It was inhuman!
"You disobeyed me. I heard you talking with one of your friends. You mentioned the last time you had to come into my office for ... discipline. You told on me. And remember what I said would be your punishment the next time-if you mentioned one word about it?"
"I didn't tell anyone anything!" the girl cried out. But her pleading did no good. Mr. Elliot began spanking her with slow, deliberate blows across her ass. The thwack of the ruler against naked ass flesh made Heather want to turn and run. But something held her. She couldn't have moved if her life depended on it.
The ruler rose and fell, taking an eternity between each blow. Soon, ugly red welts crisscrossed the girl's rear end. When it glowed a rosy red, Mr. Elliot stopped and placed his hand on the curved roundness and began to stroke it in the most obscene way possible. Heather wanted to call out, to tell him to stop, but the words choked her. She could only watch, passive, and see what happened to the captive girl.
"About the right temperature for the next part of your punishment. Really, Susan, you would have been better off keeping everything to yourself. But no, you had to go shoot your mouth off. Do you know what I'm going to do to you in way of instructing you?" The leer on his face was the most lewd thing the spying girl had ever seen.
She didn't want to watch what was happening in the principal's office. Heather had only been sent there for tardiness. Whatever crime Susan had committed against the principal must have been one hell of a monstrous one. The peeping girl couldn't imagine anything that would earn her a whipping like this one.
The principal began spanking her harder and faster with the relentless wooden ruler. The broad wooden wand left raised welts all over her tender ass and only when he pressed his hand against the tortured ass flesh and felt the right temperature did he stop. Then he did something that made Heather gasp out loud. Her hand flew to her lips and pressed hard against her mouth to stifle any further outcry. This was unheard of!
Mr. Elliot unzipped his pants and let his long, hard cock snap out. It danced just inches away from the girl's tortured ass. And it was obvious what he was going to do. Heather was naive about such things, still a virgin at sixteen, but she had heard her friends talking. She had seen the pictures and knew what a man's cock looked like when it was fully aroused.
It looked just like Mr. Elliot's prick.
And naive or not, she realized that he intended to fuck the girl bent across his desk. With her hands tied behind her back the way they were, and the pain from her well-spanked butt arrowing into her body, the girl was completely helpless and at the man's mercy. If he had any mercy.
He reached out and stuffed his fingers into the girl's slit, then wiggled around for a few seconds before saying, "Nice and juicy for me, aren't you? You enjoy this, don't you, you goddamn cunt!"
Heather had heard the words before, but never from her principal. She couldn't imagine what drove him to do this awful thing to the powerless girl in front of him. He moved closer to Susan, taking his cock in hand, and moved her legs farther apart with his other hand.
"Nice cunt you got, bitch," he snarled. "And this is still only a part of your punishment! You will not ever tell what has happened in this office or you'll really be punished next time!"
As he said the last word, his hips shot forward. Heather watched the dull red prick vanish into the girl's dewy cunt lips. The pink of her inner pussy lips flared out for a moment in an obscene kiss on the tip of the man's cock, then they were folded in as his prick raced all the way up into her cunt.
The smacking noise that filled the air was quickly drowned out by the girl's impassioned sobs. "Don't do this to me. Please, Mr. Elliot, don't fuck me like that! It's ... it's so degrading when you fuck me like this!"
Heather felt confused, unsure of what to do. Should she run? Where? She couldn't go back to class until the principal signed a slip saying she had met with him. Should she tell someone what the man was doing to Susan? Who? The counselor was an old battle-ax who nobody liked. She would surely think Heather was lying to get out of the punishment due her for the tardiness to class. Besides, this was something more for the cops than any of the other school officials.
Could she go to the police with this?
No. The principal would call her a liar and unless Susan backed her up, she would be in a world of trouble. And from the way the girl was struggling and moaning and begging him to stop, Heather knew that Susan wouldn't do anything to risk a return match like this. Which was exactly what would happen if she went to the police with a story that the principal of her high school spanked his female students on the naked ass, then fucked them from behind while they were tied up.
Heather was frozen to the spot, watching, spying while the man fucked fiercely into the young girl's cunt from behind. She saw every sordid detail and learned more about fucking in those few seconds than she had in a full sixteen years of living.
"Goddamn, but you got a tight ass, girl. I love the feel of your cunt all around my cock. Tense up again, damn you, you stupid cunt, tense up around my cock!"
He began beating the tied girl with the ruler. While his prick was still shoved all the way up her pussy, he landed the wooden ruler on her ass cheeks until she was openly crying and sobbing in shame. Tears ran down her cheeks and puddled on the desk top where only Heather could see them. She wanted to stop this degrading display, but she knew better than to barge in. It could as easily have been her bent over the man's desk, his huge prick driving hard into her virgin twat.
"I'm gonna fuck you till my cock comes out your tonsils," the principal groaned. Then his hips exploded in a frenzy of activity, his long prick slipping out between the pursed cunt lips until only the purpled hood remained inside her cunt. Then he surged back into her pussy, the lewd noise filling the air and actually drowning out the girl's sobs. "Yeah, gonna fuck you good, Susan, you dumb bitch. Gonna teach you not to fuck me over by fuckin' your cunt good!"
Heather marveled at the way their bodies seemed to fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His groin curved in just the right places to fit perfectly against the girl's well-spanked butt When he rocked up and down and drove his prick into her cunt even deeper, the hairy upper thighs worked hard against her tortured flesh. Heather could almost imagine what it was like having his hairy legs rubbing against her sensitive ass. And her own cunt began to drool and slobber mercilessly as Mr. Elliot fucked hard and fast into the captive girl's cunt.
She didn't understand her reaction. She shouldn't respond to him doing terrible things like he was doing. Yet she was. Her pussy itched and ached and felt curiously hollow, as if something was missing from inside her. She reached down and hiked up her skirt a little so she could run her fingers across the white cotton panties covering her snatch. A tiny damp spot on the cloth slowly spread, then, when her fingers touched her pussy lips, the wet spot spread like wildfire.
She gulped and had to lean against the doorjamb for support. Her legs went strangely weak and rubbery. Unconsciously, her fingers worked under the rim of her leg band across the agitated length of her slit. She felt the slippery flesh of her cunt lips, then her finger plunged into her gooey pussy.
Heather almost passed out from the reaction. Her finger went far enough into her cunt to bounce off her cherry, then worked around like she did when she felt especially horny. The sensations building up on her this time, however, were more intense than ever before.
She felt the lack of something fucking her, hard, deep, fast. She opened her eyes and saw Mr. Elliot continuing to fuck Susan and everything fell into confusion for the young girl. The teenager could no longer keep fantasy and fact straight. She wished it were different, that she was the one with her hands tied firmly behind her back, having her butt swatted, having that huge prick driving deep into her cunt.
She was perversely turned on by the idea of having the principal "discipline" her like he was doing to Susan. She hated the idea. She hated the thought of being degraded and stripped and made to do something that only the man wanted to do.
And it turned her on in a big way.
None of the high school studs had ever gotten into her pants. She went out on dates with them, even did some heavy petting, but had never gone all the way. She was saving it for her husband, when she was married. Heather knew that was an old-fashioned idea, but it was the way she'd been raised and she didn't see any reason for spreading for the first guy who came along.
For her husband, after she was married, and then this awful aching inside her cunt would go away. Then she would get all the cock she could take and it would be all right. But now ... it was driving her out of her mind.
Her fingers worked faster along her cunt lips. She took the slick flap of skin and stroked along the entire length. The tingles of carnal delight oozing into her body made her muscles tense into hard knots. And no matter what she did, she couldn't relieve the pulled-tight feeling in her cunt. She was like a string pulled to the breaking point.
"Love that cunt of yours, girl," said Mr. Elliot, his cock gleaming a dull silver in the dim light of the room. His prick was so completely covered with the girl's love sauces, it had acquired that metallic sheen. And the sight of it made Heather's pussy twitch with need.
She almost cried out, but she bit her lip so hard blood flowed down her chin. The salty taste brought her back to her senses as much as the sharp pain. There was no way she could reveal herself. How would she ever explain it? She was an unwilling observer while Mr. Elliot fucked the living hell out of the bound girl-and she was actually masturbating in his outer office while he had his pleasures with the girl. Who was better? Mr. Elliot who openly did what he wanted, or Heather who sneaked around and spied on others?
The confusion she felt melted all her reason. She kept watching the rape going on in the office. And rape was exactly what it was. Heather could hear the other girl sobbing and pleading and crying out, "Don't do this to me, please, oh, oh God, that prick of yours is tearing me apart! I feel it all the way up my cunt!"
"Yes," the man panted, "I know. I love the tightness of your pussy. It pleases me immensely. And it punishes you. My big, swollen prick fucking you is your punishment. Take this and this and this!"
He rammed hard into her gaping cunt three times. Each time the girl jerked on the desk and tried to get away. Bent over the edge of the desk as she was, there was no way she could possibly escape him. Struggle as she might, she couldn't avoid getting his thick, swollen cock buried all the way up her slimy cunt.
He kept her legs split wide open. And with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't use them for leverage to get out of the face-down-on-the-desk position. She was impaled all the way up the pussy with his prick and she couldn't have been more helpless. And this oddly turned Heather on, seeing the other girl's dilemma.
Heather knew Susan couldn't escape and yet she was getting the fucking of her life. Call it rape, but she wasn't responsible for getting all the cock she could take. Heather wished in a perverted way it was she in there on the receiving end of Mr. Elliot's cock. She wouldn't be responsible and she would be getting the ultimate in human pleasure-and it wouldn't be her fault.
The thoughts confused her. She was a virgin by choice. Why should she want to be violated like that? She was going to save her most precious possession for the man she loved, when he came along. But she wasn't able to stifle the urges spreading into her body from between her legs.
Her cunt demanded cock and lots of it. She drove her finger savagely into her virgin cunt hole in a vain effort to sate its desires. If anything, she only fed her own lust. She hopped from one foot to the other as her finger found her clit. Stroking up and down the tiny spire of erectile tissue drove her out of her mind with need. She felt shot after fierce shot of desire smash into her young, untried body. Instinctively, she knew what she wanted, what she needed. And she was watching it happen not ten feet from where she spied on the principal.
She needed a good fucking.
Heather began to sweat profusely. The rivers of salty sweat ran down her face and momentarily blinded her. She brushed away a strand of red hair and got a clear view of what was happening in the principal's office. He had reached down and gripped Susan's upper thighs with both his hands. He lifted the girl up until her legs were on either side of his waist, the hard prick driving straight into her pussy.
Then he exploded in a frenzy of motion that caused him to blur in the spying girl's eyes. He fucked the hell out of the bound girl. Susan had long since begun to moan not from pain but from pleasure. There was no way her traitorous body was going to miss a fucking like this. It responded fully to the raping principal.
"Like it, don't you, you goddamn slut?" he grunted as he fucked even deeper into her tight pussy. His prick slopped around now in a flood of love juices oozing from the seething interior of the girl's pussy. Even a tiny stream of cunt juice dripped from the bottom of his balls.
"My pussy, my poor little pussy is burning up!" the girl cried.
"Not yet, it's not. Just wait till I really cut loose and fuck it. Then it'll burn brighter than the noonday sun! I'm gonna give that wanton hole of yours the fucking it wants."
"Your cock," Susan sobbed, "is soooo big. Feels so thick and swollen inside me. Please, I ... aieeeeee!"
Heather didn't have to be told that the girl had come. The odd mask of pleasure locked on her face would have been clue enough. But the passionate screams, and the way her entire body went rigid, told the spying teenager that the girl was experiencing the ultimate in human enjoyment. Nothing was better, even if the cock was raping her like this.
Heather couldn't understand her own mixed feelings. To be raped was about the worst thing in the world. She didn't want any man fucking her when she didn't want it and certainly not out of wedlock. But her body told her a different story. She did want to be fucked like this. To be completely helpless so there wouldn't be the slightest bit of guilt on her part, then fucked like hell. She couldn't fight off a man as strong and dominant as the principal.
No one would expect her to. She couldn't blame Susan for allowing him to fuck her like he was doing because she felt stirrings of the same urge inside her own pussy. But it was so degrading to be used like an object, to be fucked without any thought of her own pleasure, to be discarded afterwards like a used kleenex.
"I ... my cock is going to blow up like a stick of dynamite. Your cunt is too hot and tiiiiight!"
And then Mr. Elliot jammed his hips forward and tossed back his head. A long, low cry escaped his lips and his entire body shuddered heavily. Heather knew he had come. She closed her eyes as she stroked along her own pussy lips and wondered what it felt like getting a man's jism to shoot into her cunt. It must be super because Susan came again.
Then Heather came to her senses. She couldn't stand here all day masturbating. Someone would come along and ask what she was doing and then they would see what was happening in the principal's office and then and then and then...
Too much explaining to do. Heather pulled her cunt juice soaked hand free of her twat and hurriedly dried it off on some paper on the secretary's desk. Her mind raced, then she came to a conclusion. The principal wasn't going to be in any position to pass judgment on her tardiness for some time, so she had better check and see if the vice-principal was in his office.
She edged from the office, the whipped animal sounds of Susan still lingering in her ears. Heather Burke felt oddly drained after witnessing the curious fucking in the principal's office and wondered just what she could do about it.
She just didn't know. She would have to ask her best friend, Lynn. Lynn knew everything and could help her with this hard decision.