Chapter 2
Heather searched for Lynn at lunch and finally found the girl in the middle of a circle of boys. She sighed, knowing that Lynn probably had all those teenaged studs completely enslaved with her beauty and sharp mind. One day Heather would have to figure out how the other girl did it. To her, it was nothing more than a game, but a very pleasurable one and one which Heather didn't really want to have that much to do with.
"Lynn? Could I talk with you a few minutes. It's real important."
"Sure, Heather. Sorry, guys, but duty calls. And..." she said turning to one of the boys, "why don't you call me tonight? Maybe we can get something going for the dance Saturday."
The boy smiled ear to ear, having outdone the others and won Lynn's approval. This seemed to end the tiny conference going on and all the others drifted away until the two girls were left alone in the corner of the lunch room.
"So shoot, kid, what can old Auntie Lynn do for you? Arrange a date? Pick which one you want and he's yours." She waved her slender hand in a wide circle around the cafeteria. Lynn was being malicious and both of them knew it. Heather seldom went on dates because all the boys seemed to think about was sex.
"Not that, Lynn, not this time. You know how I'm always late for English? Well, let me tell you what I saw in the principal's office..." and she did in glowing detail. Heather didn't leave out a single detail and by the time she finished, Lynn was almost panting with excitement.
"Wow, Heather, with dope like that on old Stone Face, you can run this whole goddamned school."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Hell, girl, I mean you can blackmail that bastard till hell won't have it. You can graduate from this pile of bricks with a straight A average. Mr. Elliot is supposed to be the last one to see the grades, you know. He just might change all the grades around a little to keep your mouth properly buttoned shut."
"I couldn't do that."
"Hell, why not? I would. Look, let the slimy son of a bitch get his kicks however he wants, but to spank a student and then fuck her like you said he did-and you couldn't make anything like this up since you don't have the imagination-is going too far. He can get his ass thrown in jail for sure. For a long time. He'd do it. Hell, Heather, you can run this school however you want with power like that over him."
"No, Lynn, that's not what I want. I just wanted to ask you what I should do about it. We can't let him go on. He might do this to other girls." Heather shuddered slightly, thinking how she'd love to be on the receiving end of his raping prick. Then she shoved the idea away as if it might burn her. That was sick. She didn't really want that at all. It was just a passing imagine.
"Shit, if you won't, I will. It doesn't matter who saw him, just that someone who'll talk did. I won't even mention your name. How's that?" Lynn's face was flushed with excitement and Heather knew that the girl was fully capable of carrying the blackmail through to the finish. Let her. In a way Lynn was disappointed but in another, she knew this was probably for the best. She couldn't hope to carry off blackmail with the necessary flair. Lynn could bluff her way all day long and no one would be the wiser. Let the whole thing go through on Lynn's capable shoulders and to hell with it.
"I can't stop you," Heather said. "Okay. Go on, do it. But ... " and at the thought forming in her head, she blushed. "But can I watch? I mean, I got a charge out of seeing him-you know."
Lynn laughed. "We'll make a fucker out of you yet. You dug watching him put the old prick to her, huh? And you want to watch me rake him over the coals? Sure, why not? In fact, it will be better having a witness to it."
Together they went to Mr. Elliot's office and scouted it out to make sure he was alone. Then Lynn pressed forward and said, "This is my game from here on out. Wish me luck."
Heather squeezed her friend's arm, words refusing to form in her throat. She watched mutely as Lynn boldly shoved her way into the man's office and left the door slightly ajar so that she could get a full view and hear everything going down in the office.
"Haven't you been told to knock when entering someone's office, young lady?" snapped Mr. Elliot.
"I'm no lady, Mr. Elliot and what we have to say is best said alone. I didn't want to alert anyone else to the fact I'm here. And I doubt if you're willing to admit I came here, either."
"Quit talking in circles. What is it you want?"
"To blackmail you," Lynn said straight out. Heather felt a rush of excitement such as she'd never felt before. This was going to work! Lynn was going to control the principal. What they could do then! The world was opening up in front of her.
"Over what? Cheating on my tax returns? Everyone does that. Those clowns don't deserve my hard-earned money."
"I was thinking more about what you did to Susan this morning. You see, I was outside watching you while you tied her up and then spanked her oh-so-naked ass and then fucked the living hell out of her. What would the PTA say? Or the school board? Or even the cops? I understand they're on a vendetta right now about child molesters. Hell, man, you don't even need to use the 'Candy, little girl?' routine to get all the nubile young things in here to fuck. All you have to do is trump up some violation of the school code against them, then fuck their little cunts till you get tired. Yeah, the newspapers would have a field day with this story."
"Unless,..." he prodded.
"Unless you can convince me that I should forget it. I don't ask much. Not money or anything like that. Just a few extra privileges. like no more detention study hall, straight A's, being able to cut class whenever I feel like it. Those are the starters."
"Yeah, I guess they would be. You know, I've been a principal for quite a few years and have had a lot of students think they could get away with blackmailing me. Not a one of them made it. You know why?"
Heather's heart leaped to her throat as she spied on them from the outer office. Mr. Elliot wasn't the least bit upset over what Lynn had said to him. He wasn't reacting like she'd thought he would. He didn't look fearful or ashamed of what he'd done. If anything, a more cunning look crept into his eyes.
"Why?" came Lynn's weak response. She, too, knew that something had gone wrong. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was, but knew it might be fatal for her in the long run.
"This is a bag of heroin. Not worth a whole lot. Maybe a thousand dollars or so. You think it's a lot of money. To me, it's worth getting rid of a blackmailing student. I plant it in your locker and call the cops and you're in jail. Who's going to listen to a dope pusher trying to incriminate the upstanding man who put the finger on her? You can rant and rave about me fucking every girl in the school-and that's not a bad idea-and no one will ever listen to you."
"You wouldn't do that," Lynn said, without much conviction. She knew that Mr. Elliot would-and maybe had in the past. A couple students had been busted for pushing dope and she would have bet anything they were the last ones in the world to do such a lousy thing. Now it was all explained. They'd gotten something on Mr. Elliot and he'd removed them as dangers to him.
"Don't make book on it, girl. Now that we know what each other is capable of doing, let's discuss what your punishment should be for trying to do such a cowardly thing to me. Blackmail is a disgusting crime. I think that the punishment meted out to Susan is about right for you, too. Don't you agree?"
Lynn darted for the door but Mr. Elliot's speed surprised her. For a portly, middle aged man, he moved faster than light. He planted himself firmly between her and the door. Heather could see his broad back and wondered if she should cry out or try to shove him out of the way so that Lynn could escape. Then she decided it wasn't any good when he grabbed Lynn and spun her around, bending her over the desk as he had Susan a few hours earlier.
"Yeah, this is one fine ass. I'm going to enjoy ... disciplining ... you!"
Lynn cried out and thrashed around trying to free herself from his grip, but the man was too strong. Heather cursed herself, wishing she had more strength and could go and help her friend. Somehow, she simply rooted to the spot, unmoving, frightened like she'd never been before in her young life.
"I hate jeans but there wasn't any way I could get the school board to veto having students wear them. Especially the girls. I love to watch naked legs flashing whitely in the sun as you young strumpets walk. Or see the smoky flash of young thighs as you sit down and cross your legs. That's a hell of a treat. But shit no, you got to wear these fuckin' blue jeans and hide your legs. Hell!"
He ripped the jeans from around Lynn's waist and pulled them over the flare of her ass. His hands lingered on the curve of her butt as the heavy denim pants fell to the ground around her legs. His hands seemed to drink in some elemental power as he pressed his hand hard against her silk panty clad rump. Then he pulled off the panties to expose her shining white ass.
"Beautiful. You shouldn't hide it under denims like you do. A nice mini-skirt would show off your charms so much better. Give the studs out there a chance to window shop before you put out for them. And I'll bet you're a real slut, aren't you? Maybe you pick up a few extra bucks hooking on weekends. Do you fuck for money, cunt?"
He drove his fingers down into the humid canyon between her meaty ass-cheeks and did something that Heather couldn't see. From the way Lynn jumped, he must have shoved his finger all the way up her ass-hole.
"Goddammit, man, stop this! I'll have the cops on you for this!" raged the girl, held helpless in the man's powerful grip. He easily held her wrists behind her back in one hand, leaving his other hand free to explore her ass-hole.
"No you won't. Remember the heroin. And I won't hesitate to send you to jail. You won't have a chance. Now shut up, you dumb cunt, and take your discipline. If you don't, my disciplining will only be the more severe."
The words came like molasses, slow and thick and somehow menacing. Heather damned herself for not going to her friend's aid, yet she couldn't. The sheer terror gripping her made her as helpless as Lynn. And she thought it could as easily be herself bent over that desk, about to receive the fucking of her life. She didn't want that. And she was forced to admit that she was chicken. She was a complete coward in not wanting to help her friend.
But she didn't run for help. The fear that prevented her from helping Lynn escape also froze her to the spot. That and an inner need to watch what was about to happen. She hated herself for this more than anything else, but she wanted to watch the man fucking Lynn. That need deep inside her own cunt was coming back to life. She was a virgin, but that didn't keep her from longing for cock of her own.
If she didn't want to let a man stuff his disgusting cock all the way up her little pussy, this didn't mean she didn't get off on watching two others fucking their brains out. She needed this stimulation like a man dying of thirst needs water. It was a sick thing to do and Heather couldn't help herself, any more than Mr. Elliot could stop himself after he saw Lynn's smoothly curving, whitely inviting ass poking up in the air.
"Should I spank you first?" the man was saying. "You say you watched while I did that to Susan. Perhaps just fucking you will be enough. What do you have to say about it, you stupid slut?"
"Let me loose!" bellowed Lynn. "Don't you dare touch me with that fucking cock of yours! I'll have your balls hanging on the office wall for a trophy if you touch me!"
"My, my, such language from a dumb bitch. I'm going to have to really punish you, I see." He spun the girl around until she was bent double over the high backed wooden chair beside his desk. A few quick yanks and he had enough scotch tape to bind her wrists to the front chair legs. He separated her slender legs and then fastened them to the chair's back legs. She was painfully pulled out over the back of the chair and completely at his mercy. Lynn couldn't escape no matter how much she struggled. The best she could hope for would be to tip the chair over onto its side-and she would be worse off on the floor than she was standing.
"Now for the fun part of your discipline," the man said. He pulled down the zipper of his trousers and yanked out his cock, already rigid and ready for action. It was long and hard and an ugly red. Heather couldn't take her eyes off it. It held her hypnotized like a bird by a snake. The way the purpled head danced around, jerking with every frenzied beat of the man's heart, fascinated her.
She felt her own twat begin to churn and boil with lust. She sobbed and caught her lower lip between her teeth. He didn't know she was spying on his little "discipline" session and that was the way she wanted to keep it. Lynn had been the one who'd thought this was a good idea. Let her take her punishment for it.
But was this punishment? Heather couldn't decide. For her, it would be delightful. She wouldn't mind having the man rape her. She would at last be able to know what all her friends talked about when they came back from hot dates with their boyfriends. Was it really super getting a hard, hot cock shoved up her cunt like they said? Or were they lying to her about it?
Heather could find out if Mr. Elliot would only toss her over that chair and stuff his prick all the way up her flowing cunt. But that was a terrible thing to think. That was rape and she didn't want to be raped. This entire scene horrified her, yet attracted her in some way she couldn't put into words.
Maybe it was simply that she was able to see what she had been missing all these years, at least in part, and that she wanted more than her virgin status could ever give.
"Such a fine ass," the man said, stroking across the tightly pulled skin of her behind. "I'm going to enjoy punishing you for attempting to blackmail me. I can tell right now."
"You son of a bitch!" yelled Lynn, struggling futilely against the tape holding her hands and ankles. With her cunt spread wide open to him like it was, she'd never felt more vulnerable in her entire life. Even when she'd lost her cherry, she hadn't felt this uncomfortable.
"Such language!" he chided. "I shall have to really show you that it isn't nice." He moved closer, his cock bucking hard in his hand. He pressed the other hand into one of her snowy white ass cheeks and pulled at the doughy flesh until Lynn gasped. Then he bent forward until the thick knob of his cock pressed firmly into her ass-hole.
"You bastard! Not up my ass!"
The words shocked Heather. She couldn't understand what he was trying to do until Lynn cried out those words. Heather knew fucking in the cunt was normal, even if she didn't do it. But up the ass? That was so perverted she couldn't even begin to understand why he would want to do it. But she pressed closer, her eyes glued to the scene in front of her. She saw the purpled head of his glans touch the puckered anus of the captive girl, and then begin to dig in.
Lynn sobbed loudly now, obviously in pain at the intrusion up her back. But the principal didn't slow down. His prick shoved in with impressive force against her anal sphincter muscle until the entire tip of his prick was buried in her rectum. Then he jerked his hips forward and sent his entire length of rigid prick hammering deep into her guts.
The captive teenager went wild with the pain. Shrieking, "You're tearing my ass up!" she thrashed around the impaling spike of his prick. Heather saw the looks on both their faces. The girl was in pain while the man was enjoying it to the fullest.
"Be silent," he ordered. "I don't like the bitches I butt-fuck to scream so much."
"You're tearing me apart inside, damn you! My ass is on fire!"
"Yes, I know. I can feel it squeezing down all around my prick. A very tight-assed chick you are," he observed. "Now's the time for the real punishment to begin."
He fucked her ass with long, fast strokes designed to set her entirely on fire. Heather found herself responding to the age old rhythm he used. Her own cunt itched and begged for something more than it was getting. Her fingers hardly supplied the bulk her pussy desired. And even her ass-hole was quivering in response to the butt fucking going on. She knew that Lynn was hurting badly from the brutal ass fucking but she couldn't help the girl. She was turned to stone and was doomed to watch.
She couldn't keep her eyes off the man's prick. It spread apart the captive girl's ass-cheeks to bury itself deeply into her ass-hole. The tight muscle seemed to relax a bit after the initial entry, but she was in no less pain for it. If anything, she jerked and cried out even more as his prick drove poker-hard into her soft body.
The look of sheer delight on the man's face was obscene. He closed his eyes and leaned back to drive his hips even farther forward into the girl's butt. Heather hated the man for what he was doing even while she was strangely envying Lynn. The lewd sounds coming from the principal's office told of the force and speed of his fucking. That long battering ram of cock was shooting so far up into the girl's ass-hole that his balls wetly slapped against her cunt lips.
Heather found herself intrigued by the sight in front of her. The long prick digging deeply into the girl's ass-hole was nice, but the way the man's balls swung to and fro to batter against the pinkly scalloped pussy lips was even more of a turn on for her. She watched and stroked her own cunt lips and marveled at how perverted this entire scene was. Finally, she knew that she couldn't stay here much longer.
Mr. Elliot didn't show any signs of giving up on his butt fucking. He was having too much fun at it. Lynn was his prisoner and she couldn't complain where it would do any good. He might bang her ass all night long since school was just about out for the day. Heather knew she alone couldn't help her friend. If she wanted to save Lynn from being Mr. Elliot's plaything all night long, she would need help.
The only one she could think of to turn to was her brother, Mark. He knew all sorts of things. Besides, he was big and strong and could fight off Mr. Elliot if it came to that.
Heather thought it might. She reluctantly left the scene of the butt fucking and then ran for home to get her brother.