A Sequence of Unwelcome Encounters ((LitShark & princesssexci))

[princesssexci]

Isadora

Isadora came out of....her dream like state. Had she been day dreaming again? It felt like she had. She couldn’t recall anything except telling Violet about the try outs and ....everything went black from there. She could hardly even remember being at the try outs in fact which was what was required for all cheer—

“you did great today, Ms. Quagmire. You should hurry along to lunch with your friends. I’ll see you later this afternoon.”

“Thank you.” She said not even recalling what she did to warrant such praise. She made her way through to the hallway from the gym making her way to the girls locker room and was suddenly stopped by a student? A male student one whom didn’t look all that familiar. Perhaps he was new.

“Hey, you’re that nerd Klaus’ girl, right? Isadora?

Klaus! Was she his girlfriend?

“Well we don’t have titles or labels or anything quite yet.” She was blushing a bright shade of pink at the idea of even dating Klaus. She felt this guys all over her and squirmed uncomfortably.

“Is there something I can help you with? Are you...are you a friend of Klaus’?” Was he planning to have a friend reveal his feelings to her?


See, I’m Collie and I’m new here, on a sports scholarship and the new principal said you should show me around,”

Then how did he know she was “Klaus’ girl”?

She was overthinking he’d probably just seen her around him that morning in the cafeteria.

“Yes, I mean if the principal insists how can I say no?” Plus she wasn’t willing to give up vasts amount of candy that she didn’t have just because the vice principal didn’t wish to do his own job.

“Follow me.” She looked at him again and tilted her head then shook it.”I’m sorry, I feel as though we’ve met before but it’s probably a trick of the mind.”

“I hear you live in a broom closet. Why don’t you show me that first?”

It sounded like a question but his body language said otherwise. She opened her mouth to object despite how her body was slightly reacting to this circumstance, slightly tingly. In the back of her mind she could imagine being on her knees doing unspeakable things —-things she had yet to experience with Klaus.

as if he could read her mind

“You know, a hot piece of… girl, like you is wasted on that dweeb Klaus. Has he even fucked you yet? Don’t answer, I’m sorry, that’s too personal. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough,


It wasn’t like he gave her much of a choice either. As they made their way to the broom closet and he opened the door. She was conflicted because most of her wanted to scream for help but another part of her wanted to scream for another.

As they entered the broom closet it was still small in size though she supposed it was supposed to be nicer than the shed that the Baudelaire’s had.

“It isn’t quite much to look at but this is indeed where I am staying with my triplets for the time being. Shall I show you somewhere else? It isn’t very cheerful in here.” Isadora gave him an innocent smile though she has no idea how not so innocent she actually was.

Violet

Klaus looked incredibly confused and she couldn’t blame him. This attire wasn’t something she’d typically wear on an every day basis. She gave a quick glance over at Duncan who seemed to be avoiding eye contact with as a whole. Perhaps it was her clothes or perhaps it was the fact that she was sitting next to Elijah. Honestly it was hard to even keep up with the conversation.

She’d never been that much into sports but as Elijah guided her hand under the table to his fly. God, he was already bulging up and they had just finished playing around in the shower. Violet did her best not to give anything away with her face as she stroked his cock underneath the table. For the most part she was joining in the conversation by at least pretending to listen to what Elijah was explaining to Klaus.

It wasn’t until Elijah’s hand found the zipper between her legs and began rubbing her using the metal as a way to toy with her. “That’s...a good idea!” She said the pitch in her voice slightly going higher. “I think going for the wrestling team and being the only contenders in your weight is however it goes would be very wise.”

Wow his cock was so big. She remembered how good it felt when he’d fucked her earlier even if had been in front of almost the whole school. Her thumb rubbed across the head of his cock while she squirmed slightly in her seat.

 

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Collie

“Hmm, yeah… a broom of course. A mop, gonna need that too. Bleach, woodchips, Windex—yep, yep, yep, just about how I’d expect,” Collie was openly mocking her as he followed her into the closet, his eyes glued to her ass as it moved under that short, pleated skirt, “wow that’s small, but at least it smells like Pine-Sol, so that’s a plus.”

Collie closed the door behind himself, reaching toward the exposed dangling lightbulb that splashed the tiny custodial closet in overhead, orange light. Collie made himself wide in the small space, explicitly blocking her from going back the way she’d come as she timidly tried to make an excuse to flee. Lit from above as he was, Collie’s cruel eyes shone down at her through veils of shadow from his brow.

“Well you’re right, this tiny, little shit-box does seem depressing, but s space is only as cheerful as the memories you make in it,” Collie smirked before attacking her all at once, his lips took hers hostage in a volatile and undeniably French kiss, while his two, in-tact, strong hands laid claim to her almost defenseless booty from under her “hardly-there” skirt.

Collie wasn’t gentle in the slightest.

The sheer force of his charge stumbled Isadora’s back into the flimsy wooden shelves that were overhanging the mop bucket and mound of blankets that she and Duncan shared as a bed. A bag of cedar chips overturned and showered both of them in woodsy smelling flakes of timber dust.

When he determined that she wasn’t actively fighting him, Collie roughly tugged her slutty, little, baby-blue G-string to the side and shoved two, thick, deck-worn fingers inside of her. He slammed his knuckles against her mound as he pounded her as deep as his large hand could reach while kissing her so deep it seemed like he might be trying to choke her with his tongue. His knuckles pounded against her snatch for a few moments like he was knocking on a stranger’s door in an emergency.

“Fuck your vanilla-ass relationship, you’re born to be somebody’s whore. I say you’re mine—and I’ll make Klaus an example of what happens to anyone who thinks otherwise!” Collie panted as he broke the kiss for breath, he kept his fingers inside her as he grabbed her far shoulder and turned her to face the opposite wall of the closet, gripping her hair as he shoved her face into the shelf of cleaning products, rattling things around and toppling a bottle of Windex into her and Duncan’s bedroll.

His fingers made a briny slurping sound as he yanked them from her clenching pussy and grabbed her fishnet-clad thigh with wet fingers. He lifted her leg roughly until her pointed heel was disrupting jars and bottles on the same shelf as her face, stretching her legs open to almost a full split.

“Say it. Say you’re my bitch!”

Collie didn’t wait for an answer before whipping out his erect, anchor-tattooed cock and shoving it hard into Isadora’s warm, wet pussy. Collie wasn’t totally sure what exactly Isadora was feeling emotionally, but as the one who had first smuggled these drugs in, he was pretty sure of what she was feeling physically and the warm clenching of her tight pussy confirmed it. She was still feeling the effects of the intense aphrodisiac effect of the pills she was likely already addicted to.

“You can keep your boyfriend. I’m Collie and I’m your pimp. I run your body and your heart is of no interest to me,” Collie yanked his head back suddenly and slammed his huge cock deeper than Isadora might have previously assumed her pussy could accept, “see that? That’s your body recognizing what it needs—”

Collie pitched his head back again, slamming Isadora’s pussy again, rattling cleaning supplies around on the shelf where his thrusts were her head and foot were being brought closer together, one thrust at a time.

“You’ve lived a sheltered life, with your rich parents, you’ve learned a lot—but you don’t know fuck-all about survival! Now that you’re an—” Collie caught himself, he almost said her trigger word to change her back to her slut-self, which would have spoiled his fun, “parentless girl! You need to know how to survive. But you don’t! So your body knows that it needs a strong protector—it’s been begging me since I first laid eyes on you.”

Collie wasn’t totally sure if what he was saying made sense, but he knew it didn’t matter. As long as it sounded something like an explanation for what she was feeling that was something other than “still flying on outlawed hypersensitivity drugs,” she would accept it as long as he kept pounding her tight little snatch. His hips didn’t give her respite to question what he was saying.

“This is my pussy—you can spread it around, but it belongs to me! Imprint that deep in that severely damaged brain of yours!” he was gripping her braids in one fist while his other hand clutched her fishnet-clad calf, holding both against the wall as cleaning products continued to be pushed off onto the floor, a glass jar of floor-cleaner shattered around the one foot that Isadora still, narrowly had on the ground.

“Don’t hold back, this is your room. You can be as loud as you want,” Collie reassured her, his lips brushing the back of her neck while he yanked hard on her hair in opposition to slamming her taught-stretched body against the shelves again with his big cock.

After that, Collie left off speaking as he settled into a rapid pounding pace, slamming her against the shelves and yanking her back by the hair again. He was fucking her like a filthy whore and as far as Isadora knew, it was the first time she’d been fucked so roughly—even though her body had learned how to take it.

*-*-*

Elijah

Elijah sat up straighter at the lunch table as Violet dutifully stroked him and teased him under the table. Her thumb passing smoothly over the round head of his cock felt amazing and caused his cock to grow harder still, pulsing and swelling in her petite fingers.

“Did either of you two see Isadora after try-outs?” Duncan asked, narrowly snapping Elijah out of his pleasure haze of having his big cock discreetly stroked and the feeling of Violet’s squirming arousal as he continued to trace the ridges of the metal zipper with his fingernails, “we were supposed to have lunch together, but I haven’t seen her yet.”

It was then that a loud crashing and shattering sound came from the janitorial closet just down the hall from the cafeteria. Clearly one of the vents in the cafeteria ran into the closet, since the sounds of crashing and rattling were projected loud enough for everyone in the lunchroom to hear.

Elijah recognized Collie’s husky whisper and quickly moved to cover.

“Oh yeah, I think that she went ahead to the afltetics field a little early. Those of us already on teams like Isa, Vi and myself were advised to be a bit early,” with his fingers squarely under Violet’s pussy, he let his fingers straddle the zipper and slowly pull back, dragging the vinyl fabric of her shorts deep into her and making a faint sucking noise as he dragged them back toward her ass, “speaking of, we should probably head over. Don’t you fink, love?”

Elijah couldn’t wait anymore, he wanted her all to himself and since Collie was having himself a cheerleader for lunch, Elijah decided it was a good idea to get himself and Violet some relief before whatever Count Olaf had planned for the next stage of try-outs.

Extracting his hand from underneath her and tugging her own out of his slacks, Elijah zipped up quickly and took Violet by the hand. He figured that she wouldn’t object to being slammed in the men’s room and started off that direction.

 

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“Hmm, yeah… a broom of course. A mop, gonna need that too. Bleach, woodchips, Windex—yep, yep, yep, just about how I’d expect,”

Isadora frowned feeling incredibly confused as to why her “home” was something he wanted to see first but it wouldn’t take long for her to find out why.

“Well you’re right, this tiny, little shit-box does seem depressing, but s space is only as cheerful as the memories you make in it,”

Suddenly she was pushed into the wooden shelves and felt them shake beneath her showing how weak they were. His hands grabbed her ass and she made a little squeak sound. There was nothing gentle about him but for some reason it had her slightly arousef though she couldn’t figure out why.

She was having almost a de ja vu feeling. Like she’d lived through this before. His tongue invaded her mouth not like ......Isadora’s mind went blank almost staticky

She wasn’t even sure when she stopped fighting the kiss and his rough man handling but felt her g string get shoved down and a large finger insert her pussy.

She whimpered in pleasure?which confused her.

“Fuck your vanilla-ass relationship, you’re born to be somebody’s whore. I say you’re mine—and I’ll make Klaus an example of what happens to anyone who thinks otherwise!”

His fingers never left her pussy as he roughly jabbed in and out, out and in. She was readjusted and shoved into some of the jars in the closet.

“Say it. Say you’re my bitch!”

Jesus this felt so good to be dominated like this but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. Wait— wasn’t she supposed to be repeating after him now?

“I’m your....shit!” She cried out as his cock slammed into her. He was so big, she’d never had such a big cock inside of her before.

“Your bitch, I mean. I’m your bitch.” Her comment was delayed by the tingling sensation. More she wanted more of this feeling.

She wasn’t even certain she could take all of him. As if he’d read her mind she felt most of not all of his cock slam deeper into her.

“Ohhhhhhh!!!” Her pussy tightened around his cock as of her body was begging him not to leave. As Collie continued explaining her place and why her body reacted as it did she wasn’t quite sure it made total sense but everything felt so blissful that she didn’t dare question it’s accuracy.

Afterwards she’d probably feel bad about having sex with someone other than Klaus but right now, she couldn’t even remember what he looked like. “Yes yes my pussy is yours please just don’t stop.”

He said something about not holding back but at this point Isadora could hardly focus on his words. Of course it made sense this was her room she could be as loud as she wanted to be. Collie quickly pounded into her causing her to cry out even more, even louder.

Gods.. this felt soooo good even though she wasn’t well versed in hard, rough fucking het body seemed to know exactly how to bend and twist.

~Violet~

Violet was doing her best to look natural as the zipper beneath her slutty skirt shifted against her hot wet pussy. She hadn’t completely realized how lame Duncan was until he asked where his sister was. As if he was supposed to know she was being teased underneath the table .

Something foggy in braiN told her she should be concerned to but the zipper rubbing against her clit had her thinking how bad she wanted Eli’s cock driving deep inside her. She couldn’t even form words right now as Eli spoke for both of them.

“speaking of, we should probably head over. Don’t you fink, love?”

“Yesss!” She couldn’t figure out whether she had just moaned that out or spoke it but either way she couldn’t wait to feel Eli’s dick in her. In an instant after rearranging themselves and zippers being zipped they were both up and moving towards the bathroom not even giving her brother or Duncan a chance to ask anything. Once they had made it to the men’s bathroom Violet was already lifting her skirt. “I need you so badly Eli please....” she whimpered

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Elijah

Elijah was grinning ear to ear at Violet’s urgent plea. It was clear that the potent drugs she didn’t realize were running through her veins were doing their job. Her pussy was quite literally dripping down her legs as she exposed it to him. He was in the process of fishing his thick, hardening cock out of his uniform slacks when the sound of a stall door slamming open caught his attention.

The heavy-set bully that Violet would know as Billy, but Elijah didn’t know at all, strode out of one of the stalls, already dressed in his PE uniform for try-outs. Billy didn’t rush on his way between the other two in the boy’s bathroom, taking his time to look Violet up and down before crossing to the door.

“Fucking slut,” Billy scoffed, adjusting himself behind his gym shorts, still sensitive from having her blow him earlier in the day.

Billy didn’t say anything to Elijah, nor did he seem to hold any animus toward the transfer student who was clearly moments away from fucking the shit out of his sometimes hook-up buddy. Billy just patted Elijah on the shoulder on his way past and left the bathroom. Once they were well and truly alone, Eli freed his impressive, hard cock from his slacks and attacked Violet without hesitation.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue writhing urgently against hers, slamming her hard against the tile wall in between the line of urinals. One hand caressed and squeezed her firm, round breast through the barely there, mesh top and gripped her ass with his other hand, tight enough to make the veins on the back of his hand stand out.

They made out furiously for a few long moments before Elijah released her ass in favor of raising her latex-wrapped leg enough for him to force his thick cock inside of her eager, weeping pussy. It was hot like hot tea and so wet that Elijah had no trouble burying his full, formidable length inside of her petite, teenaged body.

“Fuck yes!” Elijah groaned, breaking the kiss as his cock collided with her cervix, “that’s my girl! Don’t hold back. Cum as much as you want!”

Elijah followed his own advice, not holding back on her, slamming her body against the tile wall so hard that some of the tiles cracked behind her ass as she was slammed against the wall each time he put his tremendous strength into slamming her pussy over and over with his full strength.


*-*-*


Collie

Collie grinned with deviant glee as he continued mercilessly hammering Isadora’s tight, clenching pussy with all of his strength. Though Collie lacked the bulky, obvious muscles that Elijah and several of his other contemporaries, he more than made up for it with practical might. Though he excelled at sports, his strength had been cultivated the hard way—on the high seas, hoisting topsail lines, raising clew-lines and knotting cables around cleats. In short—he was stronger than he looked.

“Uhngh! Hagnn! Uhgn! Uhgn! Uhgn!” Colllie’s taunts and demands receded to a series of guttural grunts, given voice by the sheer impact of his body against Isadora’s as he fucked her like he was trying to fuck her to death.

As Collie continued pounding Isadora’s cervix like it was a speed bag and he was preparing to challenge for the heavyweight boxing title, he adjusted his grip on her fishnet-clad leg, gripping her behind the knee while his other hand grabbed hold of her French braids, yanking her head back and dragging her back into his continued assault of brutal thrusts.

“Yes! Yes! Yes,” Collie continued to grunt as he slammed her body with such force that each impact drove the air from his lungs with such ferocity that he had to form the grunts into words to avoid grunting nonsense.

It felt amazing to fuck the sense out of Klaus Baudelaire’s tight, little girlfriend—especially since the drug present in her system kept her impossibly tight pussy clamping down on Collie’s anchor-inked cock.

 

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~Violet ~

Normally Violet would care what anyone thought of her, be it an instructor or a fellow classmate. She especially hated Billy and didn’t want him to see her like this except it didn’t seem to matter.

It didn’t seem to matter when Elijah crushed his lips against hers. It didn’t seem to matter when their lips practically melded together. She’d been thinking about him fucking her ever since lunch started and even before then when she was at her “try outs.”

The pain of the wall slamming against her head only added to her arousal right now. It seemed to take forever to get fucked until she felt Eli’s cock slam into her.

“FUCK YES!”

“Ohhh my fucking god!” She screamed at the same time he did. Her ass slammed against the tile wall repeatedly and she cried from the pain and the pleasure.

“More, more fuck me harder Eli...” she begged.

~Isadora ~

“Oh MY gawwwwwwd!” Isadora cried out. She could feel him deep inside of her. It almost felt like he was going to rip her in half. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her moans and his grunts filled the small janitor closet. Various bottles of chemicals fell to the ground.

Her pussy squeezed around his giant cock. Was it ginamorous? Isadora hadn’t really looked and observed it but right now anything would feel just as good and she wasn’t quite certain why.

Her nails scratched down his back through the shirt he was wearing.

She couldn’t even think of another guy right now. It was like all logical thoughts and beautiful poetry had momentarily left her mind and dirty thoughts of being fucked in every position possible while in a janitors closet replaced such intelligent thoughts.

 

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Klaus

“Ohhhhhhh!!!”

The keening sound of Isadora’s wail bled out from between ventilation grates all across the crowded cafeteria. The sound sliced through Klaus like a saber. He could feel his tender, innocent feelings spilling forth from the wound left across the middle of him, hanging open still. There was no denying that it was Isadora—nor was there any denying that the sounds she was making were indeed… sexual in nature.

Klaus and Duncan met eyes in shared panic, seeming to agree that they ought to do something—but each hoping the other would know what it was. Instead they just sat, frozen and wounded, while more and more eyes found them and giggles slithered through the students all within earshot.

Was this what romantic love felt like? Klaus wasn’t sure he liked it at all. Despite his greater hopes, tears overflowed his eyes at the first blink and his chest stumbled over his next breath. He needed his words—he needed his mind—the contents of the hundreds of books that he’d read and studied… but all he could feel, think or speak was PAIN.

“She’s in trouble, we need to help he-er,” a sob interrupted Klaus’ last word, but he pushed it back down, trying to convince himself of what he was saying, “s-something must be wrong. She’s being controlled… somehow. Isadora loves me.”

” Oh MY gawwwwwwd!”

This time the cafeteria full of students laughed in unison, like a stand-up comedian had just hit a punchline. More crashes and some students broke into applause. Klaus stood up sharply, needing to be in motion before the new sound could cut him again.

“Let’s get out of here,” was the best plan Klaus could muster.

The boys fled the cafeteria, even as the laughter and pointing increased in their direction. There was so much at stake! If Klaus went after Isadora, he risked missing his chance at joining the sports program—which seemed the only way to retain some sense of autonomy in the face of a deranged, sadistic coach. That was the plan, wasn’t it? He had to stick to it, he had to trust that his girlfriend had a good reason for making those noises and apparently trashing the closet where she bunked with her triplet sibling.

“The plan is to go to try-outs, right?” Klaus asked, more as reassurance for himself than an actual question, “so, we go try out. Nothing’s changed. Whatever trouble our sisters are in, we’ll be better able to help them as members of some dumb sports team. It’s fucked up, but it was the plan we came up with when we were at full strength—let’s not go off on our own now. Whatever they’re going through right now, they’re going to try-outs too—we need to be on that field.”

Just as he’d finished his rousing speech, Klaus and Duncan passed the bathroom opposite the boy’s locker room where Violet could be heard screaming from the hall.

“Ohhh my fucking god!”

“We stick to the plan,” Klaus reiterated, pulling Duncan into the locker room by the arm of his blazer.

*-*-*

Elijah

“Fuck yeah, that’s a good bitch,” Elijah grunted between hard thrusts, slamming Violet’s body against the already broken piece of wall, “fuck, you’re one horny slag!”

He kissed her again, ferocious and lewd—wanting as much as anything to temporarily stop her mouth. It wasn’t often Elijah was urged to go harder—he’d had much more experienced women begging for mercy after less aggressive poundings—but Violet wanted it harder. He was determined to honor that plea—even if it caused some discomfort at how violently his cock was jamming up against her cervix, like he was stubbing a finger over and over.

“Huh- unh- ungh—fucking slut!” Elijah grunted, sweat beginning to bead on his brow, “take—that—dick—take—that—dick—!”

There were tiny chips of tile and drywall dust forming a pile below them as Elijah kissed her again. Eager to reach some sort of tempo that was more manageable than this—he still had to have enough energy to flex some muscle during try-outs.

Elijah slapped her fishnet-clad thigh before lowering her back to her feet. He turned her around roughly and slammed into her the same way. When her face touched the tile, Eli gripped the ponytail at the back of her head and gently-but-noticeably pressed her skull against the tile wall—leaning into it, just enough to cause discomfort but not agony as he slammed into her from behind.

This new position was allowing Elijah to hit it much harder than the former had, holding up Violet’s body while also slamming her limited his pace and endurance, but now—with a triumphant spank of her latex-clad ass, he was fucking her much harder than before.

“That ‘ard enough for you, bitch? You gon’ cum for me like this, cunt?”

*-*-*

Collie

It was honestly surprising to Collie how much he was enjoying fucking Isadora’s guts out, since he’d already had her—in a sense. But it was somehow different—better to have her without the hypnotism in the way. She would remember him, remember this encounter as her first—when she’d surrendered to pleasure with almost no resistance. It turned him on that she had a boyfriend who could probably hear them and it also turned him on to know that Fernald would feel the pain of this act as well.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Collie sighed, feeling his climax tugging at the base of his cock against the intense clenching of her tight pussy which felt strong enough to crack walnuts, “I’m almost there, whore. Beg for my cum—be my little cum-whore and take all my hot jizz.”

Letting go of her hair, Collie wound his forearm around Isadora’s throat, choking her from behind while he thrust himself inside of her full-bore and let his cock jerk inside her, spewing glut after glut of thick, molten jizz inside her tight pussy. There was so little space—and for how hard she was clenching, his cum was squirting out of her pussy, dribbling down his balls onto Duncan’s pillow before he was even finished cumming.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” Collie groaned, his eyes rolling back as he continue cycling his stream of thick jiz through her pussy and onto her brother’s pillow.

When he finally finished draining his balls inside of and all over Isadora, he finally pulled out and slapped her ass one last time appreciatively.

“Good game, kid. I’ll definitely want to see you again. Now, clean up my cock, my balls and your brother’s pillow then we can go out to the field—watch your dipshit boyfriend humiliate himself,” Collie chuckled, slowly but insistently pushing down on Isadora’s head, guiding her down to where he wanted her to clean him up.

Collie fished around in his jacket pocket, extracting a medium length gold chain, with a gold anchor on the end, about the size of a dime. Jewelry being the chief way that pirates expressed possessive impulses toward shared women. A step toward becoming a “Sea Wife.”

“You’ll probably need somewhere to stay tonight. Show up to the dorms with your makeup done nice and something very sexy on your body—if I’m impressed, I’ll let you stay with me and the other transfers.”

 

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“Fuck yeah, that’s a good bitch,”

Violet was relishing in how fucking good this felt, painful yes—but good all the same. Tears started welling you in her eyes as Eli’s cock pounded against her cervix. Her moans began to change from moans to sobs. Elijahs mouth crushed itself against hers, possibly to stop the sobbing but at the moment that didn’t really matter.

The messy sloppy kiss only stopped when Elijah was talking dirty to her.

“Huh- unh- ungh—fucking slut!” Elijah grunted, sweat beginning to bead on his brow, “take—that—dick—take—that—dick—!”

And she loved it! It made her even more horny being talked to like the little slut she was. “Yeah yeah I love your fucking dick!” She moaned even as she was practically being split in two. She was rewarded with yet another kiss before putting her in a new position which consisted of her being put back down and facing the tile.

Violet gasped loudly as Eli’s cock forced it’s way in her pussy again this time with much more ease. She could feel him filling her up.

“E-Eliiiiiiii yesss .”

At this point she was panting like a bitch in heat. She could feel his body pressing her more so into the tile wall. Her whole body was going to hurt after this, not that it didn’t hurt now.

But it was a good pain, for some reason that Violet couldn’t put her hand on, the pain made it the fucking feel soooooo much better. Her body started tingling as the panting increased.

“That ‘ard enough for you, bitch? You gon’ cum for me like this, cunt?”

“I’m gonna cum.....so fucking good......for you...” she moaned in response as more tingles wrapped around her whole body like a blanket of orgasming pleasure.

~~~Isadora~~~

“Fuck, you’re amazing,”

A feeling of pride washed over her at the compliment though she should’ve been disgusted with herself for cheating on Klaus. They weren’t quite official but official enough for Collie to refer to him as her boyfriend. But the pleasure of being fucked was way more overpowering then the feeling of disgust.

“I’m almost there, whore. Beg for my cum—be my little cum-whore and take all my hot jizz.”


“Please—please let me ...let me have your cum, I w-want all of it.” Isadora whimpered,”please pretty please, I need it!”
Oh god, she was so fucking close. “I need...” his hands wrapped around her throat cutting off her pleas for his cum but it hit her hard and set off her own orgasm.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,”

“Fuuuuuuuuu......Ck!” She wheezed out at some point he’d let go of her throat though she was still on that orgasm high that she couldn’t tell when. The broom closet was still swaying around her even when he’d barked the order for her to clean his cock and pillow

“Good game, kid. I’ll definitely want to see you again. Now, clean up my cock, my balls and your brother’s pillow then we can go out to the field—watch your dipshit boyfriend humiliate himself,”

As she licked his cock clean and his balls, she felt a tinge guilty over his words. Isadora wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten herself into this mess but she wasn’t even sure if she wanted out of it.

She silently nodded at his not so cordial invite to stay in his room for the night, her eyes moved over to the necklace he’d pulled out and her brow furrowed as she straightened herself up after cleaning him up. He hadn’t offered it to her and it would seem presumptuous to just assume....

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Collie

Collie laughed at Isadora’s hesitance to accept his offered gift. He was so used to dealing with salt-scrubbed nautical women who could snatch a nugget from your fist faster than it crossed her eye. Isadora didn’t realize that he meant it for her. Still chuckling, he turned her to face away from him again, opened the clasp and brought it up slowly around her neck.

“It’s for you. Just because we have to keep this a secret from your boyfriend, brother and the rest of the school—it doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking of you. I hope you’ll think of me, too—but just in case, wear this to remember me by.” Collie gathered her chestnut colored hair away from her neck, closing the clasp again.

Her French braids had been destroyed during their fucking, so while they were straightening her out, Collie helped coarsely brush out her hair. It looked better than he’d thought it would, curly and tousled.

“I want you to belong to me, even above your boyfriend or anyone. The more I give you, the more mine you become,” Collie said at last before giving her a parting swat on the ass of her pleated, high skirt. “I’ll see you at dinner time. Maybe we can sneak away for some dessert.”

Collie exited the janitorial closet to the laughter and cheering of several other transfers who’d lingered outside to listen in on the action. Collie laughed and joked with his friends on their way to the locker room.

In his wake, Count Olaf, still in the guise of Coach Genghis poked his head into the closet.

“Phew-wee, don’t it sure smell like wet sex in here,” Coach Genghis shook his turbaned head solemnly, “you’re to report to the new principal’s office right away… and be on your best behavior—Orphan.”


Elijah

Elijah groaned loudly as orgasm made Violet go rigid in his arms and her pussy spasm like mad, gripping and tugging at his big cock. He resisted the urge to just hold himself deep and instead pounded faster, wanting to stretch out her climax with rapid and unrelenting thrusts deep up into her core.

His muscular hand was squeezing her round breast so tightly that the flesh was bubbling up though the see-through, mesh top she was wearing. He used his grip on her breast and hip to continually draw her back into his brutal onslaught of abuse.

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes, you thick, nasty slut! I’m going to cum in you! I’m going to fill that tight, wet, little pussy of yours up with my hot jizz,” Elijah grunted, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto her shoulder, “do you want that? Do you want to be bred like my little Snow-Bunny-Slut?”

He wasn’t waiting for an answer from her and slammed his cock as deep as it could go before it reared up inside her and spewed forth glut after glut of thick molten cum, filling her to overflowing until it was dripping with loud slaps into a growing puddle on the tile floor.

“When you’re uh-finished getting’ yer jollies off, that slut needs to report to the prin-suh-pills office, right away,” Coach Genghis announced his presence like this.

“Alright, I’ll send ‘er along. Jus’ give ‘er a secon’ to get it togever,” Eli answered, helping Violet by reaching between her legs and zipping together the two halves of her latex booty shorts, zipping his cum inside, “to remember me, love.”

Elijah kissed Violet passionately on the lips before releasing her to go fulfill Olaf’s will.

“Here, here’s ten bucks. Do whatever he wants. Anything goes, nothing taboo. Got it?”

As Violet left the bathroom to go tend to her next assignment, Eli lingered, glaring at Coach Genghis until she was gone.

“You’re a cold bastard, Olaf.”

“The burden of genius—I’m afraid.”



Klaus

Someone had stolen his and Duncan’s regular P.E. clothes—in their place were two, burgundy, spandex singlets—each too small for the boy who was to wear it. Despite their discomfort, both resolved that they’d come too far to let a singlet beat them. As they walked out from the locker room onto the large, dirt athletic field Carmelita was already hard at work berating the others as they arranged themselves into a line.

“Hurry up—you stupid cake sniffers! We’re turning daylight over here!” Carmelita shouted into an oversized cone projector with a “P” printed on it.

“Burning,” Klaus sighed, the expression was burning daylight, not ‘turning daylight,’ but he’d made the mistake of gaining her attention.

“Ohhhh! I’m! Just! Sure!” Carmelita screeched, stomping her tap shoes on the metal bleachers, turning her megaphone towards the new arrivals, “you would know all about burning—and itching—and scratching—since you’re dating the school whore! And your sister is a slut!”

When Klaus got close enough, Carmelita stomped down from the bleachers and leaned her petite shoulders forward, sweeping her fishnet clad leg up between Klaus’ pale thighs, connecting solidly with his nuts. The pain gripped his guts like a steel claw passing into him and making a fist. His body doubled over in pain and he collapsed over onto his side.

“You want some too, other cake-sniffer,” Carmelita menaced Duncan who just held his hands up and stammered, “that’s what I thought—punk bitch.”

Everyone was laughing. The whole crowd of students all having belly laughs while Klaus rolled around in the dirt, clutching his belly. He couldn’t breathe, he could barely see. In the time it took Klaus to recover, everyone else was lined up and Coach Genghis was beginning.

“Uh-right! Well come to your ath-uh-letic try outs. First thang—if you are a gu-rul, please exit my ath-uh-letic field immed-yut-ly, if not sooner.”

“That’s not right! I’m a nationally ranked soccer player. Title nine states—”

“I don’t care about titles nine, ten or uh-leven. Cheerleader tryouts were earlier, go dribble suhm dirt on your way out.”

“Beat it, Dykes! Girlsports is cancelled!” Carmelita backed the coach, chasing the few girls off the field with feints of shin kicks with her metal-soled tap shoes.

“Now, let’s split up into groups for sports.”

Billy went with Elijah for baseball try-outs, while Collie grabbed Klaus and Duncan by the shoulder straps of their singlets, making both garments ride up awkwardly. Carmelita pushed over a thin pad into the red dirt where Collie shrugged off his letter jacket and began hopping from one foot to the other.

“Alright. Put up or shut up time, fags. Step in the circle and feel the pain.”

“I-I’m not sure this is how the sport of wrestling—”

Duncan’s advisory on the rules was interrupted by Collie dragging him roughly onto the mat by his singlet strap. Before he even knew what was happening, he was yanked headfirst into the older boy’s underarm. Collie only held the headlock for a moment before dropping to one knee and flipping Duncan’s body over his own to land with a splat on the thin wrestling mat.

“Ow! Oh my God! You’re hurting me!”

“You sound just like your sister!”

 

[princesssexci]

Isadora

Isadora lightly touched the necklace that Collie gave her unsure of how she should feel. This was not like her at all, accepting gifts from total strangers, but she couldn't just simply give the necklace back. It would seem ungrateful. It's not like Klaus would notice though. Right?

Though he did seem to be a bit fixated on her. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, of course he was. Weren't guys usualluy fixated on girls that they liked? "Thank you." she responded back. Her voice was as soft as almost a whisper.

“I want you to belong to me, even above your boyfriend or anyone. The more I give you, the more mine you become,” Collie said at last before giving her a parting swat on the ass of her pleated, high skirt. “I’ll see you at dinner time. Maybe we can sneak away for some dessert.”


Isadora wasn't quite certain why this notion even appealed to her. Maybe because before Klaus had appeared no guys seemed to be remotely interested in her, only Carmelita? Perhaps it was the forbidden taboo of dating a girl who seemed to already have a boyfriend that made her desirable.

She stood there frozen as Collie left and the new coach peeked inside.

“Phew-wee, don’t it sure smell like wet sex in here,” Coach Genghis shook his turbaned head solemnly, “you’re to report to the new principal’s office right away… and be on your best behavior—Orphan.”



The new principals office?

She hadn't been called to the principals office since moving from the shack to the broom closet. Isadora slowly nodded her head and made her way to the principals office.

Violet

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes, you thick, nasty slut! I’m going to cum in you! I’m going to fill that tight, wet, little pussy of yours up with my hot jizz,” Elijah grunted, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto her shoulder, “do you want that? Do you want to be bred like my little Snow-Bunny-Slut?”

It wasn't as though Elijah was waiting for an answer as his pounding came hard and fast. It was enough to make sure she couldn't speak, just open her mouth and make little whimpers or squeaks, then soon loud screams of pleasure followed closely behind as the feel of his cum her pussy.

“When you’re uh-finished getting’ yer jollies off, that slut needs to report to the prin-suh-pills office, right away,”

A frown crossed Violet's face because she was not the type of girl who typically got called to the principals office. Usually, it would be quite the opposite, staying as far from the principals office as usual.

But her hesistance was soon erased as Elijah kissed her. Everything around her seemed to fall away. She nearly pouted when he pulled back and reluctantly took the ten dollars.

"What is this for?" She asked quietly so the new coach who was actually Count Olaf wouldn't hear her.

“Here, here’s ten bucks. Do whatever he wants. Anything goes, nothing taboo. Got it?”


He was paying her now? She thought that they were...or they could have been...why did she suddenly feel so...used? She didn't respond but instead made her way to the new principals office. She gently knocked then stepped inside when she was told to.

There sat Isadora, the chairs were directly next to one another. She gave a smile to Isadora, at least she was safe. That still mattered, right?

Not as much as keeping your siblings safe a dark twisted version of herself said in her head.

Both girls sat there quietly waiting for some direction.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The Man with a Beard, but No Hair

The idiot Vice Principal, Nero let the Quagmire girl into the Principal’s Office after leading her through his own Vice Principal’s Office. The Man with a Beard turned away from the brass cage at the back of his office slowly, revealing a rather sickly-looking hawk—clearly older than most hawks ever grew to be and none too happy to be malingering.

“Ah, Ms. Quagmire, welcome,” in turning, The Man with a Beard, but No Hair revealed that he also had a beard, but no pants.

The dense patch of dappled grey pubic hair was starched and curled up at the top, just like his moustache at the top of his beard—in fact, his bush was like a miniature replica of his long, grey beard, with his long, uncut, somehow dignified, nine inch rail poking out from below his styled pubic hairs.

“Please, have a seat,” The Man instructed her, “I am Principal Pseudonym, I’ll be running things around here from now on. You want very much to get into my good graces.”

None of that was a question.

“Ms. Baudelaire, good to see you as well. Please lock the door after yourself. Now, I only have a few hours before my wife gets back, so I’d like us not to waste time—please, sit.”

The Man with a Beard, but no pants backed up to his desk, arranging himself between the two coeds and raising his feet until each heel was perched on the inner arm of each girl’s chair, his legs splayed open lewdly and his naked ass hovering in the air.

“You may begin by putting your mouths on me. So… begin.”

*-*-*

Lemony Snicket

“’A Mixed Bag’ is an expression most often used to refer to a situation that is a nuanced and complex blend of things—some agreeable, some disagreeable—to the point that the situation can’t be said to be mostly good or mostly bad—a mixed bag.”

Lemony explained in his reassuring, baritone voice breaking the fourth wall and addressing the audience directly as he moved through the brick hallways of the school, out to the athletic field where Klaus and Duncan were being savagely beaten inside clouds of red dust.

“What could not be said to be a mixed bag is being held immobile by a larger boy while someone else stomps your most private parts with tap dancing shoes…”

As Lemony reached Duncan it was clear that he was describing what was happening to the unfortunate orphan. While Collie held him down and used his legs to hook inside of Duncan’s forcing him spread-eagle while Carmelita mercilessly stomped the groin of his singlet with the heel of her tap shoe.

“Stu-pid ca-ke sniff-fer! Stomping your nuts!” She thought she was singing, “and my name—is—Car-mel-lita!”

“Nor would it be a mixed bag to have someone kneel on the back of your neck, pushing your face into the dirt while the newly formed baseball team all beat your legs and back with yellow Whiffle bats,” this was happening to Klaus, “no, neither of these things could be said to be a mixed bag—in fact, both are pretty unified in their uncomplex awfulness.

“About the only thing that could be described as a mixed bag, in regards to the athletic try-outs at Prufrock Prep—is the contents of Duncan’s singlet, might now be a mixed bag…”

“CAR-MEL-LITA!!!!”

 

[princesssexci]

~Violet~

“Please, have a seat,” The Man instructed her, “I am Principal Pseudonym, "

"Pseudonym doesn't that mean..." Violet started but Principal 'Pseudonym kept talking over her as if she hadn't spoken.

" I’ll be running things around here from now on. You want very much to get into my good graces.”

Pseudonym meant fictitious name. That told Violet that maybe this principal wasn't really the principal. HE was probably working for Coach... no, not coach. Count Olaf was nowhere close to being a coach.

How could she let Isadora know? With him standing right in front of them, perhaps after their meeting with the principal...

Violet watched in confusion having totally dazed out in her own thoughts as Isadora was already leaning forward, she looked at Violet expectantly. The words that he spoke somewhat echoed in her mind like the echo of an after thought...

“You may begin by putting your mouths on me. So… begin.”


While Isadora was already licking the sides of his cock waiting for Violet to join in, she shook her head. This didn't seem right, even if her body was responding to the authority in his voice. Part of her screamed, 'you're supposed to be reaaaaally attracted to older men.' and another part of her scream, 'this is wrong, incredibly wrong...'

Without realizing it her head was moving towards his cock but not before saying, 'this is ...*lick* wildly *lick lick* inappropriate."

Every now and then her tongue would brush against Isadora's.

~Isadora~

Despite being incredibly sore from the fucking but she couldn't seem to resist the urge to suck cock. She was finding that she loooooved sucking cock. Plus, he was an authoritative figure.

You couldn't just say no to someone in charge. Even Violet who was trying to hard to resist was sitting their licking his cock with her.

"I think he needs more than just licks Violet." She said. Violet pulled back almost reluctantly and frowned because Isadora sounded almost smug, like she knew she was better at this than VIolet was.

Isadora captured the old principals cock in her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth, there was no foreplay or teasing, she knew exactly what she wanted and where she wanted it to go.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Ohhhh yessss, that’s good!” Principal Pseudonym moaned, grasping both of Isadora’s French braids as she took his veiny cock fully into her mouth, leaving Violet staring, mouth agape, “such a good little whore, I hear she’s dating your brother—I hear they haven’t even had a first kiss yet. That amuses me. Gag on it, slut!”

The Man With a Beard pushed Isadora’s head down, forcing the head of his rigid cock down her throat aggressively. He was also enjoying Violet’s apparent hesitation, as he’d worried that Olaf’s brainwashing would have made her some kind of zombie. Her inner turmoil and the distress written across her pretty features made The Man even more excited.

With his free hand, Principal P slid his thumb across Violet’s forehead, gathering her long, tidy bangs in his fist and using that grip to force her mouth onto his wrinkled, old balls, speckled with long, white hairs—one of which poked her in her eye.

“But I’m more excited for you, Ms. Baudelaire. I knew your parents and they made my life hell. Now, I’m going to fuck you to pieces and slam you until you love it. I’m glad that you’re afraid of me, that you’re hesitating—it makes it more fun for me.”

Principal P let Isadora up for air, various shining arcs of clear goo, now linking his cock and her face dangled in space as he gave her room to breathe, the saliva and throat goo dripping down fast into Violet’s face while she had her pouty lips dragged along his balls.

“Quagmire, go grab that big wooden paddle off the wall. It’s time to tenderize this juicy, little body.”

As he gave instructions to Isadora, he used her slick lubrication that came from deep in her throat to replace her face with Violet’s balls wetly resting on her chin while his thick cock gagged the back of her throat.

“I’m going to paddle that ass red,” Principal P announced, taking hold of the paddle that had the word “DISCIPLINE” cut out across the middle, “and you’ll have my discipline written all over you by the time I decide to pound that snatch.”

*-*-*

“No, no—that’s a ‘Rear Naked Choke,’ the ‘Sleeper Hold’ is more like this—see how I’m pushing his head down. He’ll be out in seconds…” Jeremy and Darren were having an argument about wrestling holds, using Klaus as a limp, nearly unconscious training dummy.

On the other mat, Collie and Elijah were taking turns passively kicking Duncan who was lying face down in the dirt. Carmelita continued to cheer from the stands, even as Coach Genghis had her seated in his lap with both hands working under her top.

Aside from Carmelita, the boys had mostly grown bored with beating on the smaller boys, but were continuing until their leader officially called them off which he did, by blowing his whistle.

“Alright, hit the showers kids. I’ll post the rosters tomorrow before our big football debut. Good work today.”

The transfer students filed out passively, conversing about everything except the two young men they left behind, bleeding in the dirt. No one stopped to help either of them—but Coach Genghis did take Carmelita into the girl’s locker room with him.

*-*-*

Violet’s scandalous shorts were in a pile around her ankles as she bent over the Principal’s desk. Her round, bare ass upright and exposed as the first swing of the giant, heavy paddle landed across both cheeks.

WHAP!

In the other office the Vice Principal began to rake his bow against the violin to drown out the sound of corporal punishment.

WHAP!

“You’ll learn to love this part as well, don’t worry,” Principal P sighed, taking a break from his swings while Isadora continued to service him with her eager mouth, “I’ll teach you to love every second of what your life is becoming!”

WHAP!!!

 

[princesssexci]

~Violet and Isadora~

“But I’m more excited for you, Ms. Baudelaire. I knew your parents and they made my life hell. Now, I’m going to fuck you to pieces and slam you until you love it. I’m glad that you’re afraid of me, that you’re hesitating—it makes it more fun for me.”



Violet’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He knew her parents? She couldn’t ask outright because she had his balls in her mouth though. It took alot of her inner strength to fight that urge that just screamed, ‘Do it, suck his balls. You know you want to. You were born to do this.’ 



The dripping from Isadora’s mouth seemed to extend to her bottom lip and she had to keep from opening for sure now unless she wanted saliva and cum in her mouth. However, the urge was too much to resist as she slowly found herself sucking on his balls.


She suddenly found herself very quickly being changed from sucking his balls to gagging on his cock and it shoved it’s way down her throat. 

Isadora came back with the paddle and her eyes widened


~Carmelita~



To say this was a boring gym rehearsal thingy was an understatement. No one was paying attention to her. Well, Coach Ghengis was with his hands under her top, but she needed ALL eyes on her. 

Her nipples were hard peaks by the time he was finished with her and was dismissing the boys to go to the boys locker room. 

Then he “dismissed” her to go to the girls locker room except he followed her there too.



“I get you alll to myself Coachy, how do you want me? From the back?” She bent over so that her tiny skirt lifted to show half of her ass cheeks. “Oh! Or the front…” She turned around lifting her skirt to show the pink glittery thong? We have sooo many options.”



~Violet and Isadora~



While Violet was getting spanked and punished by the principal, Isadora couldn’t help but watch fingering herself as she did in one of the chairs.

As for Violet, she leaned against the desk as her ass was spanked.

“Ah!” She cried out, each time and each time, it seemed like she was becoming more and more aroused by it.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Count Olaf

“Soooo many. you’ve named two. Silly thing,” Count Olaf’s true voice resurfaced, he was getting bored of this Coach Genghis role—he wasn’t used to staying in one character so long and he missed his characteristic snark and vocabularious vernacular, “bring that little ginger cunt over here.”

Her little thong was cute, and easily brushed to the side for him to slip two of his crooked, knobby fingers inside her wet, little pussy. As he pulled her slowly closer, his thumb bore down on her sensitive little clit.

“You are the most adorable little slut in the school though,” Count Olaf knew, as unreliable of a sidekick as she was, he needed her to retain his grip on this school. With his mentor installed in administration, himself and other members of his gang installed at the faculty level, Carmelita was vital for retaining control of the hallways—which she had a knack for, so he had to stroke her ego a little, “my adorable girl.”

Olaf sort of shoved her hips and dragged her back, being rougher with his fingers inside her.

“It was funny when you stomped on the Quagmire boy’s testicles with your tap shoes, you should try to blast that nerd in the grapes more often,” Olaf remarked, flopping his erect, veiny cock past the hem of his sweatpants, “you’re a better hench person than I thought you’d be. Now I want you to really turn up the bullying on Violet. She’s not going to finish school here and the sooner she gets pushed out of classes, the sooner she’ll do anything for a nickel. She’s almost there already…”

Olaf decided that he’d heard enough of his own voice. He kissed Carmelita deeply while pressing impatient circles into her clit with his thumb and gently curling his fingers inside her. He wanted them both to get off quickly, he had other business to attend to tonight.


Principal Pseudonym

The wide paddle swept a gust of wind from one side of the room to the other as it moved through the air, tossing back the few stray locks of Isadora’s hair that escaped from her French braids and even tossing the hem of her short skirt up while she fingered herself. The paddle landed with a hollow, wooden swat. As the paddle peeled away, the cutout letters left pale stencils in the instantly reddened flesh of Violet’s juicy ass—“SCIPLI” the first stroke promised.

The subsequent strokes left behind different coded messages, “DISC” one asserted, “PLINE” the next stroke answered before “ISCI” landed just to be heard.

”Ah!” Violet cried out, over and over again. Neither her tone nor expression decisive in which she was crying out—anguish or agony. The Principal was hard enough to cut diamonds, ’ah!”

“Crawl over here Quagmire! Drag your wet pussy across the floor and leave a slime trail like the filthy, slutty little slug you are, WHOOSH, WHAP, “SCIPI,” ”Ah!”

When Isadora crawled nearer, the Principal spat into her open, yearning mouth.

“Roll it around your tongue a little then come over here and spit it in her face!” WHOOSH, WHAP, “LINE,” ”Ah!

“Now, wrap yourself around my leg and rub that little clitty against my hairy leg until you cum or start a fucking fire!” WHOOSH, WHAP, “DISCI,” ”Ah!”

The paddle clattered down on the desk beside where Violet was bent over and it was followed in an instant by his cock slamming as deep as she could take him into her pussy. Then again! And again, and again, and again, and again…

Vice Principal Nero scraped the bow arrhythmically across his out of tune violin.

 

[princesssexci]

Carmelita

Carmelita moaned as his fingers quickly found her clit and started rubbing. It had been awhile or at least seemed like it had been since she'd gotten to have fun with Count Olaf. Not that it typically mattered, Carmelita would fuck any cock if it was offered to her.

Except for the Baudelaire boy or the other orphan kid whose name she didn't care to remember.

"Am I???" She cooed, when he called her an adorable slut. When he did, it seemed to get her wet knowing that the big boss of whatever operation they were running, she couldn't really keep up and didn't really care, to be honest. As long as she was the center of attention, got to fuck a lot, and got to keep ruling the school? That was all that mattered.

“you’re a better hench person than I thought you’d be. Now I want you to really turn up the bullying on Violet. She’s not going to finish school here and the sooner she gets pushed out of classes, the sooner she’ll do anything for a nickel. She’s almost there already…”

Carmelita beamed at his praise. She cried out as he continued to play with her clit and pussy. Gawd, she just really wanted his cock inside of her now. Was that too much to ask?!

She was suddenly caught off guard by his kiss and eagerly responded back, kissing back equally as hungrily squealing into the kiss as he circled her clit. Her hands reached between them to find his cock. Once she did, she pushed her hands down his sweat pants and stroked.

Violet and Isadora

Isadora did exactly as was asked of her, dragging her pussy on the floor. The wetness from it coating the carpeted floor. When she opened her mouth and the Principal spit in her mouth, her tongue swirled around the saliva that was in her mouth. Afterwards, she situated herself around the Principal's leg and rubbed her pussy against his leg, moaning as she did so.

It was obvious that Isadora was quite enjoying herself.

Violet, on the other hand was a flurry of emotional conflicts, with each swat from the paddle she was crying out in pain.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The Man With a Beard but No Hair

The bearded man’s grey pubes were styled and coifed in a manner that reflected his beard—the curled moustache corners just above his thick cock while the rest grew wild higher up his body like a mirrored reflection of his beard in miniature. His balls were as bald as his head and they slapped hard against Violet’s juicy thighs as he stuffed her full of his throbbing cock.

“Take that dick, you bitch!” his balls slapped Isadora’s face as he drew back and pounded back inside, stretching Violet in a different way than Elijah’s deep dicking had done. He tossed the paddle aside and spanked her with his hand, “fuck this is a nice, juicy ass! And a pretty tight little pussy for a slut!”

He spanked her again as he thrust his hips faster and faster.

“And you, whore number two, you’re very well-behaved. If you keep this up, I might have a spot for you on the honor roll,” Principal Pseudonym pointed his toe on the leg Isadora was wetly humping, dragging the coarse hairs of his leg upward in opposition to how she was grinding downward, “I can find lots of uses for a good, sweet, obedient whore.”

He spat again, this time missing her mouth on purpose, his spit landed on her forehead with an audible slap, just before his balls slapped the back of Violet’s legs again. Then another spanking. Oh, this was so much better than fucking his wife!

“I’m going to cum, do you want to catch it, good girl? Or would you rather lap it out of her?”

In another moment she wouldn’t have a choice.



Count Olaf

“Ungh!” Olaf grunted as Carmelita’s slender hands wrapped around his veiny shaft and started stroking. His shoulders and back slouched forward as his hips instinctively angled upward and jerked into Carmelita’s tactile attentions.

When the kiss broke, Count Olaf picked Carmelita up under her arms and roughly slammed her slender body against the lockers, the metallic sound making the impact sound more dramatic than it actually was. His right hand transitioned to the center of her chest, keeping her pinned to the locker while his other hand lined up his hard cock and slid into her.

Once his cock was buried to the hilt, his hands moved onto her chest, squeezing her perky tits while he thrust his tongue into her mouth once more. Each time he thrust his cock into her, her hips slammed against the lockers, making the same metallic crashing noise over and over again.

“Oh fuck you’ve got a tight little pussy!” Count Olaf groaned out loud, his bottom lip still held between Carmelita’s.

 

[princesssexci]

~Violet and Isadora~

Violet shrieked when the old bearded man with no hair slammed his cock into her. Her pussy quivered in response to feel of yet another cock in her pussy. It was different than Elijah’s for sure but it wasn’t like her body knew the difference between the two. Just that she was being stuffed yet again.

“Holy fuck!” She moaned then squealed his hand slapped against her ass. This shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. But it did. She gripped at the edge of the desk her nails digging into the wood.

She tried to fight the whispers going on in her head, that she deserved this because she was truly a cock hungry whore.

And that she needed to do this.

‘For your family….just give in…’

Her moans grew louder and turned into shrieks of unwanted pleasure. Fuck, how in the hell could her body respond so actively to such grotesque fucking.

“Harderrrrr…” Violet ended up moaning

Isadora on the other hand didn’t seem to be stopping rubbing her juices against his leg like she was on a stripper pole. She was so fucking horny.

Man it was insane how badly she wanted the bald man with the beard to fuck her brains out.

When he spit at her and missed she pouted some, because unlike Violet— Isadora enjoyed being treated like the little whore that she was.

~Carmelita~
She wasn’t expecting the fucking to happen so soon but damn. She wasn’t exactly disappointed. She squealed with pleasure the minute his cock pushed its way into her sopping wet pussy.

“FUCK YES COACH!” Carmelita screamed before he shoved his tongue down her throat. Her hands scraped down down his back as the metal clanged from the force of their fucking.

Her pussy quivered around him as she lightly tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. Her nipples hardened slightly when he squeezed her breasts. Jesus fucking Christ the sensations she felt were amazing. Since this dude had taken over the school she’d probably gotten the most fucking she’d ever gotten at this stupid school.

And the most attention. In fact, she was fucking happy he’d taken it over and would do everything in her power to make sure things stayed this way especially if she was going to get a different cock every day.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The Man with a Beard but No Hair

The Principal laughed heartily as Violet fell into the throes of pleasure and Isadora pouted at being left out. When she dared him to go harder, he obliged with all the strength in his elderly body, slamming her against the desk, causing the front legs to rock back and forth, striking the ground each time he drew back. He spat again, this time landing square into the open, inviting chasm of Isadora’s whore mouth.

“That’s it! That’s it! I bet you’re getting eager for some of these? Is that need rising up in you yet?” the Principal taunted, flashing four of the addictive, aphrodisiac pills in front of Isadora’s face, “here, dig this one out with that wet tongue, so you two can share!”

Using his knobby, old finger, the Man with a Beard stuffed one of the small pills just a few inches inside Violet’s clenching anus. He then grabbed Isawhora by her hair and steered her face in-between the two, round, handprinted globes of Vioslut’s ass.

His cock was already jerking and tugging around inside her pussy as the principal continued to slam her guts, fighting a losing battle against his own climax. When Violet moaned again, responding to the new stimulation of her anus, he lost his control and jizzed into her with an almost startling amount of force. His balls jerked and moved between them as he poured more and more hot cum into her for what seemed like several uninterrupted minutes.

“Fuck… you drained me dry, slut. Here, a reward,” as he pulled back, the principal stuffed the other three pills into her cum-filled pussy where they started to dissolve almost immediately, “you can have some too, if you lick it out, whore.”

The principal’s big cock was limp within moments of departing Violet’s befouled pussy, releasing Isadora’s hair to allow her attentions to include Violet’s pussy. The principal moved over to his chair and lit a smoke, watching from the other side as Violet had her ass and creampied pussy eaten out by her friend.

“Really get in there, whore. I don’t think she’s feeling it yet,” the Man with a Beard lied.

Count Olaf

“Oh yeah, you’re such an eager little fuck puppe-th!” Count Olaf slurred as Carmelita refused to release his bottom lip for a moment longer than the rest of his mouth, “I’m gonna fill that tight, pink pussy with my hot gunk!”

It sounded like someone was trying to play a drum solo using only cymbals as Olaf’s thrusts slammed Carmelita’s petite body into the row of lockers again and again and again. There might have been some value in holding back, but Count Olaf couldn’t see much advantage to it so he let loose inside her without a second thought.

Glut after glut of hot semen spewed into Carmelita as Count Olaf held her aloft and tongue kissed her yet again, flicking at her stiff nipples with his thumbs through the thin material of her cheer top.

Klaus and Duncan

They were barely able to walk, even leaning on one another as they were. Each with an arm around the other’s back, they limped out of the boy’s locker room like they were in a three-legged race. The other athletes pushed past them aggressively, one after another. There was no point in bullying them further—they were beaten.

“I hope they’re serving something eatable for dinner,” Klaus huffed, not daring meet Collie’s eyes as he pushed his shoulder past the limping duo.

“I’d say the odds of that are practically zero.” Duncan confirmed as they made their way slowly into the cafeteria.

“Where are the girls?” Klaus asked aloud, only realizing awkwardly late that he was looking for Isadora, not Violet… where were his priorities?

A sudden burst of laughter from the far end of the cafeteria made Klaus realize that his other sibling had been unsupervised in the cafeteria for who-knows-how-long.

“B’blagh gug goo, hman nay hah…” Sunny was saying—eliciting and even bigger reaction from the group of students who’d gathered around her.

“Damn, Sunny. You really get it. Wow.” A young man smiled and gently patted the toddler on the back, “you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met.”

“Looks like you’re making friends…” Klaus smiled, picking his toddler sister up in his arms—something that was unusually difficult because of the beating he’d suffered at try-outs, “let’s see if they’ve got anything crunchy for dinner.”

“Somebody ought to do something other than make enemies around here,” Sunny sighed in baby-talk jibberish.

“Hey! Don’t interrupt her!” the young man called after Klaus’ back.

“SPAM burger helper—extra spicy,” the women with painted faces croaked in unison, “enjoy.”

“Yuck!” Sunny made a face.

 

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~*Violet & Isadora*~

Isadora waas becoming more frantic and needy for those pills maybe it was from all the grinding she was doing but fuck, she needed more. Her eyes followed where he was taking one of the pills and sticking it. In Violets ass? No problem. She licked her lips hungrily and crawled towards that area. Her tongue brushed over the opening to her ass and then jabbed inside.

"Fuck! Isa...Isadora what are youuuu...." Violet couldn't even finish that sentence. She could feel the old mans cock pulsing inside of her as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Holy fuck! She really should've been disgusted with herself but instead she was incredibly aroused.

Which was made obvious as she came all over the new principals cock over and over again while Isadora ate her ass out. Her tongue wiggled against and she felt Isadora spread her ass cheeks wide to start biting and sucking on it, trying to pull the pill out which actually hadn't taken too long.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god. So good..." Violet moaned when the principal shoved pills into her pussy. Some of it melted and mixed into her own juices making her feel more and more eager for more sex. Isadora moved her head towards her pussy and licked, sucked, and bit at her pussy.

Violet's hips jerked a few times as she came multiple times.

~*Carmelita*~

She moaned as Coach Olaf's thrusts slammed her into the locker over and over again. She was probably going to be sore after all this not to mention more activities that were probably going to happen later on that night.

As his cum filled her pussy, her tongue danced along with his as they made out yet again.

"MMMMPHHHHHH!!!!" She cried out as her own orgasm hit her hard drenching his cock in her juices.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Principal Pseudonym

The new principal sat down at his desk, somewhat winded from the intense fucking session he’d just given the eldest Baudelaire heir—he wasn’t as young as he used to be. He was more than a little impressed with Violet’s capacity for multiple orgasms, the way she just seemed to fade out into a quivering, lifeless mass for dozens of seconds before escaping the spiral of compounding pleasure. More research was necessary.

“You’ve done well, ladies,” Principal Pseudonym nodded, moving the heavy brass paper weight on his desk in the shape of an eagle onto Violet’s tongue which was still lying on his desk, keeping it pinned there for a moment, “I take it that we all feel better.”

At the last he flashed a glance at Isadora, who—despite having her drug addiction sated—was visibly aching to be well and deeply fucked. What neither of Isadora’s split-consciousnesses knew was that Collie had paid the Man With a Beard but No Hair in aphrodisiac pills in exchange for him getting her all worked up and high—then leaving her unsatisfied. At this point, he probably couldn’t handle her enthusiasm to be slammed if he tried.

“Pull yourselves together, now,” the Principal sighed once he had enough of watching Violet jerk and cum on his desk, he moved the paper weight back off her tongue. He’d train that part of her more later, “I’ve got work to do. So, clear out now.”

The Principal was careful not to make any threats, as he assumed Isadora would gladly choose any punishment he could think of. Seeing how much trouble Violet was having, balancing and controlling her extremities, he eventually got up and helped her get back into her tight latex shorts and see-through mesh top.

“Go on Violet,” the Principal ushered her through the sound polluted Vice Principal’s office to the hall before going back to help Isadora get dressed again.

Isadora’s uniform was no less slutty than Violet’s, but it covered more and had more elements—plus she’d managed to consume much more of the drugs than had dissolved into Violet’s orifices. He got her dressed, fixed her hair and makeup—all while holding off her less than subtle advances before returning her to her un-trained self.

“Sugarbowl,” the Principal whispered, almost seductively before sliding a lock of her chestnut hair back behind her ear, “good work today, Miss Quagmire. I hope to see you again very soon. You may have dinner.”

Isadora was shown out into the hall before she could ask any questions, which she plainly had. The door slammed behind her.



Count Olaf

“Ughhhh, uhhhnnnnn,” Count Olaf groaned, pinning Carmelita’s bouncy ass against the lockers as he squeezed the last of his cum into her, his tongue stretched far out of his mouth as her pretty, pink lips sucked on it, “yeahhhhh.”

There was a puddle around them by the time Count Olaf set her back on her feet.

“That, my dear, is why you are the head cheerleader,” Count Olaf smiled, patting her ass affectionately as he pulled his pants back up, “but for now I need to go back to the set.”

“The Set” was formerly known as Carmelita’s dorm room.

“You go enjoy your dinner and remember not to let those filthy orphans off the hook. You’re head cheerleader, after all. Hazing is part of your duty.”

Another swat on her butt sent her along to dinner while Count Olaf went to check on his other plans.


Transfer Students Et Al

“Yeah, fucking glaze her!” Collie chuckled, depositing his own load of jizz onto the already whitewashed face of Olivia Caliban, the much maligned and mistreated librarian—though she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as any of the young men who were cumming on her, “fuck she looks so ridiculous!”

All of the boys were laughing, Olivia did indeed look ridiculous, her mascara running through the gluts of cum dripping down her scalp and face. She was more semen than woman and rendered completely blind by the sheer volume of cum that coated her.

“Ugh, yeah. Wear it, you whore,” Darren grunted as he squeezed the last of his cum from his thick black cock, “what’s for dinner? I know they don’t expect us to eat that crap in the cafeteria.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Steve, the hockey prodigy smiled, “the Coach ordered us pizza, plus—a little bonus!”

Steve held up a bottle contained within a paper bag, which all of the boys seemed to appreciate and gave Steve grateful congratulations and pats on the back as they filed out of the library, leaving Olivia drenched in their cum without another word.

As the crew made their way toward the cafeteria, Collie spotted Isadora who instinctively yielded the hallway to the group of older boys. Collie could tell by the look in her eyes that she was livid with drugs—even if she didn’t know it herself.

“What’s up, whore?” Collie grabbed Isadora under her arms and picked her up like she was a sack of sugar, slamming her shoulders into the lockers, “did you miss me?”

Collie’s leg swept forward, his knee lodging between her thighs as he released her shoulders, letting all of her weight settle on her pussy which was grinding into his thigh. The wetness of her pussy soaked through his slacks in an instant. He shoved her hips back into the lockers, making another metallic slam as her ass hit the wall, dragging her abused clit back and forth on Collie’s leg. He pushed her again and again before abruptly leaving off and dropping her onto uncertain feet.

“No time for you now,” Collie remarked, looking down in mock disgust at the wet spot on his pants, “but maybe I’ll drop by your closet, later. If I need a jizz mop!”

Collie started laughing as he went over to the huddle of jacketed transfers who were opening pizza boxes and pouring brown liquid from the brown bag into Styrofoam cups. Collie was on his way when Klaus stood in his way.

“Hey! That’s my girlfriend, you asshole.”

“I know.” Collie smirked, “I let her go, didn’t I? You’re lucky I don’t feel like slamming her guts with my cock right now, otherwise I’d make you watch!”

“Yeah right! Isadora is a well-read, intellectual! She’d never go for someone like you!”

Collie laughed so loudly he had to bend over.

“You’re right, Big K. I’ll leave off… you go have fun with her. While you can.” Collie pushed past Klaus to fill his glass and grab some pizza.

“Are you alright?” Klaus gently laid his hand on Isadora’s back, searching for her eyes, “did he hurt you? Violet! There you are.”

“Yes! There’s my girl!” Elijah left the pizza party at the sight of Violet, he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her—barely a step faster than Duncan who was going over to her, “hope the principal wasn’t too rough on you, eh love?”

”Like moths to the flame…” Sunny sighed in baby talk.

“Holy crap, that’s so beautiful!” the boy from before remarked, “did you just make that up, Sunny?”

 

[princesssexci]

~*Violet*~

The pressure from the paper weight on her tongue hurt like hell. However, there was something about it that also turned her on. It turned her on alot, more than it should have for a man as old aand disgusting as Principal Pseudonym was. Both girls were slightly dizzy with lust. Though, Violet was a bit more satiated than Isadora was.

She was the more obedient girl and yet had not gotten any sort of release.

From the hard fucking it was hard for her to put her clothes back on. She was sore in places that she didn't even realize existed, still slightly horny and not looking foreward to walking through the vice principal's office to hear that horrid violin playing.

She was trying to wait for Isadora to finish getting dressed but it seemed like she was having a hard time with all of her lustful urges going on. At the insistence of the Principal pushing her out of the room, metaphorically speaking, she started to make her way out and then frowned as she heard the quiet word, 'Sugar bowl...' being said.

Her instincts told her that something was off about that certain phrase being said. Tucking that away in her memory and trying to mentally silence the off key violin playing, she smiled stiffly at the vice principal aand waited outside for Isadora.

~*Isadora*~

Isadora on the other hand was incredibly confused. The last thing she recalled was following Violet to the principal's office but everything else seemed to be a blur. How long had she been there?

"Thank you Principal Pseudonym." She said before leaving his office and walking past the horrid violin playing. She found Violet waiting for her.

"You left without me..." She said, confused why Violet hadn't waited in the office with her.

"Sorry, the principal seemed to be in a hurry..." Violet and she started walking to the cafeteria. "What did Principal Psuedonym mean when he said sugar bowl to you?"

Something clicked in Isadora's head. The sudden urge to find anyone with a dick to pound her guts out hit her.

"What?" Isadora asked, not even sure what they were talking about.

"The principal, he mentioned a -- a sugarbowl to you and I think it has something to do with my parents. Do you know something about it? Where can we find it?"

click

Something in her brain clicked off again. "I don't know what you're talking about, Violet." Isadora said

"....Isadora..." They had just entered the cafeteria, "if you know what ..."

Isadora squeezed her legs together tightly as that urge to be fucked like a fuck doll raged through her. It was just at that moment when the boys seemed to find them. She looked disgusted as Collie eyed her despite what they'd done earlier that day. She was ashamed by it but also couldn't explain why she was so horny.

"Y-you're disgusting!" She stammered a yell at Collie as he walked off looking smug, even though she'd literally fucked him behind Klaus' back. Would he think she was a whore, if he knew? She smiled at Klaus, "Of course, I'm fine. We were just discussing....." Goodness, she couldn't recall what they'd talked about with the principal just that they'd been there for quite some time. She looked at Violet for help.

"We were discussing how to show....more team spirit...." Violet said though she looked sickened with herself for what she said, as if she was lying.

~*Violet*~

Violet was taken aback when Elijah appeared out of nowhwere but she couldn't say she was disappointed whatsoever. He took her mind off the fact that she'd just looked her brother in the eye and lied to him.

But how could she explain that they'd been in a compromising position ...literally, with the principal.

She moaned into Elijah's kiss wrapping her arms around him forgetting Duncan existed for half a minute before smiling sweetly at Duncan. "Oh, hi Duncan. Did you need something?"

It sounded like a horrible question to ask a guy who a few days ago she was head over heels ready to kiss but now, barely noticed his existence. It wasn't her fault that Elijah shined more than he did.

~*Carmelita*~

"WELL WELL WELL ...if it isn't Isawhora and Violittle bitch."Carmelita said as she stormed into the room with her lackeys surrounding her. "I heard you spent your WHOLE DAY AT THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE." Again, she was screaming to you know, make sure they heard her and paid attention.

Besides, her voice was beautiful.

"Did you goodie goodie cake sniffing whores get expelled?" She laughed and laughed loudly but only she was laughing. She growled lightly and then some of the other cheerleaders laughed.

"No! We were there to show the principal how we will be showing our school spirit..."

Carmelita stared at Isadora and her lame ass excuse of a stupid pouty lipped mouth. "Right, so you fucked him like the whore's you are. DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE? OUR NEW CHEERLEADERS FUCKED THE OLD MAN PRINCIPAL HOW LAME IS THAT?!"

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Collie flashed a dangerous glare over his shoulders as he let Darren fill him a cup of the brown liquid that he was holding inside a brown paper bag. He almost went back to put Isadora in her place but Carmelita came in making a big scene, which led Collie to turn back to his dinner. The transfer students laughed along with Carmelita’s taunts, with the exception of Elijah who seemed to be quickly losing patience with the head cheerleader.

Elijah reluctantly leg go of Violet, who he was holding in his arms until Carmelita straight up accused his girlfriend of fucking the principal in front of the whole school. He was upon her in a split second, grabbing her by the back of her neck and sweeping her legs out from under herself, forcing her onto the ground and pressing her face against the tile floor of the lunchroom. Her cheer lackeys gasped and gawked as Elijah pressed her cheek against the floor harder and harder.

“Listen up, you li’ul slag! From now on the Baudelaires are under my protection. Got it? I know you’re hot shit on the cheer squad, but I’m an athlete. Your precious coach may not like it, but he needs me. I’m the best point guard, short stop, striker and linebacker in this school—and as such, you’re more replaceable than I am, innit?

“As long as I’m with Violet, you’re going to stop making up stories and draggin’ ‘er name through the mud. Back. The. Fuck. Off.”

At last, Elijah released Carmelita’s neck and let her back up.

“Y-yeah!” Duncan added, increasingly aware of how far back he was in the race for Violet’s affection.

“Yeah, back off, Carmelita! We’re sick of your shit. Neither Violet nor Isadora would ever fuck some old man—they’re both virgins!” Klaus helped Isadora back to her feet, ignoring the laughter that rang out at his last remark. Why did she seem so unsteady? Why was she squeezing her legs together like that? “are you sure you’re alright, babe?”

With Elijah leading Violet by the hand, the crew moved back to the table where Sunny was left behind with her one-man-fan-club. Klaus sat down with his arm around Isadora while Elijah sat Violet in his lap, making sure that she landed straddling his cock. Duncan seemed to be the odd man out, sliding a chair from another table to sit at the head of the lunchroom table.

“I separated out the bits that I think are meat,” Klaus said bashfully, “Spam burger helper is what they call it/ though the prospect of eating it, I’d like to forestall it.”

Klaus smiled, hoping that his couplet about their dinner options would please his girlfriend.

“Mate, you’re on the wrestling team now. Why don’t you go over and grab some pizza?”

“Crunchy crunchy pizza crusts!” Sunny proclaimed in baby talk.

“D-do you really think we could?” Duncan was visibly trembling.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Klaus said resolutely, standing up from where he was sitting. Elijah’s sudden bout of heroism making him bold—eager to show Isadora that he was the kind of man who could protect her, provide for her, “let’s go.”

Klaus set his jaw and marched across the lunchroom floor, over to the circle of loudly chatting, swearing and smoking transfer students. Klaus walked right up behind Collie and poked him in the back firmly.

“Hey, listen. Duncan and I are on the wrestling team now, we should get some of that pizza,” Klaus’ tone was resolute and he was putting on a brave front. At least by contrast to Duncan who seemed to have gone totally pale.

“Piss off, dweeb,” Collie sighed, turning around to face Klaus, his size dwarfing the younger student, “be glad we’re worn out from tearing your ass up—otherwise we’d be tearing your girlfriend’s ass up. You’re barely on the team, don’t make me fuck you up for real.”

“Yeah, fuck off pussies,” Darren agreed, looking up from his ongoing dice game to back Collie’s threat, “you don’t want this smoke. Trust.”

“Oh please! Isadora would never do anything like that with cretons like you! She’s innocent.” Klaus insisted, the laughter that followed was undeniably uproarious.

“Look, you’re not eating the bloody crusts anyway,” suddenly Elijah was there, the man truly seemed like he was wearing a cape today, “they’re for the baby, you lout.”

A tense silence followed. Collie and Elijah stared at each other for a long, heavy silence. What had been an unspoken competition for control of the group was rising to a head. Both Elijah and Collie had valid claims to the role. At the moment, Collie had more support, but nobody wanted to fight with Elijah—who was a red belt Grand Master of Brazillian Jui Juitsu.

“Fine. You scrubs can suck our crusts but tell that little girlfriend of yours she’s got payback coming,” Collie relented, lighting a cigarette and topping off his drink, “and Eli, this isn’t over.”

“It’s just the beginning,” Elijah agreed, taking a box filled with pizza crusts back to the table, straddling Violet’s hips as he sat down behind her, “at least Sunny will enjoy herself.”

Eli handed a few of the darker crusts over to Sunny who crunched down on them with gratitude. He then used one of the other crusts to gather and scoop some of the Spam burger helper into his mouth. The bread soaked up some of the grey sauce and made the slop mostly tolerable—breaking up the over-saltiness of specially processed American meat.

“It almost tastes like alfredo sauce if you swallow it fast,” Elijah smiled at Violet, caressing her inner thigh under the table while he fed her a bite of the crust too.

 

[princesssexci]

Both Isadora and Violet were surprised that someone actually had the balls to stand up to Carmelita and well -- she looked shocked too. Shocked and disgusted by it all. Her eyes narrowed at Elijah. She opened her mouth then closed it, then opened it again, then closed it.

Glancing over at Violet, she glared daggers at Violet. "This isn't over Boudeloser." Without another word, she stormed off and her posse followed behind her. Violet was in a world of her own wondering how she'd been so lucky to find someone like Elijah who was willing to stand up for her.

Even if Carmelita had been right and she had been fucking the principal. But it was okay, right? It was to...to keep her family safe and honestly, she deserved this sort of treatment. And even if he knew the truth, he would've been okay with it. After all, that whole thing in the auditorium for her cheerleading try it, he'd been there. He'd seen all the guys she'd had to suck to get on the team.

Glancing at Elijah, she leaned forward aand took a bite of the wet pizza crust and chewed. It was a really good thing she had a good imagination. After swallowing, she smiled. "You're right, it does." Violet said and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, I know Sunny and all of us are very pleased to eat something other than what they dare to call food here."

Meanwhile, Isadora who was now putting more of her focus on Klaus and what had happened with Collie, she had to keep from making any further eye contact with the guy.

Otherwise, Klaus would see how guilty she was. Was it wrong that even now, she was thinking of how big his cock felt inside of her? Was it wrong that she hadn't been all that impressed by the dinner options Klaus had offered? it was the icing on the cake though that he did end up bringing pizza crusts back. "You guys are our hero!" She said with false enthusiasm.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Klaus sat down with a smile, mistaking Isadora’s false enthusiasm for genuine gratitude. He noticed how close Elijah was sitting to his sister and tried to replicate the same posture around Isadora—but lacking the tall, muscular size that Eli had, it was more like an awkward jousting of their knees that ended with him almost pushing her off her seat.

“Oh, um, sorry…” Klaus blushed and backed off, sitting normally instead, “hey, what’s that? Is that a new necklace, Isadora? It’s lovely!”

Noticing the anchor shaped charm on a gold chain for the first time, Klaus reached out to touch it—only to realize how close the item was to her perky breasts and withdraw before actually touching the chain or her.

It was then that a crumpled piece of cardboard bounced off of Isadora’s back. Collie had managed to throw it while Klaus was distracted by her new jewelry. If and when she would open the ball of cardboard, she would see that written inside were the words: UNDER THE BLEECHERS.

Collie was not known for his literacy.

Meanwhile, Elijah continued to feed himself and Violet, careful not to move too fast or force anything on her. Under the table, he was back to teasing the zipper that ran down the center of her vinyl shorts. He remembered from before how much she liked that—but her wetness seemed to be already seeping through the metal teeth of the zipper, which seemed excessive—even for her.

“Everything alright, love?” Elijah asked softly, not letting up on his teasing of her pussy, “you seem… tense. Or something.”

Duncan was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as the fifth wheel. He was the only one without a girlfriend and his sister was becoming more and more like someone he didn’t recognize.

“I, um,” Duncan announced, surprising everyone who seemed to have forgotten he was even there, “I’m going to go to the library and see if I can’t… um, study on some… wrestling moves—so maybe next time we don’t get our asses handed to us so badly.”

“Good thinking!” Klaus announced, realizing that he’d been staring at Isadora’s chest for a little too long, “take notes so that you can share them with me later, okay?”

“Um, sure,” Duncan nodded, knowing there would be no notes.

Duncan held his books over his lap as he got up from the table and rushed back to the library. He burst through the double doors in search of the busty librarian.

“Mommy! I need you!’

 

[princesssexci]

When Isadora was awkwardly almost shoved off the bench, she blinked a few times in surprise having not expected that at all. Sighing, she scooted more on the seat and brushed herself off smiling or what felt like forcing a smile at Klaus.

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it.”

And that was the truth he was just incredibly awkward. She had to remind herself that. Flushing at the mention of the anchor necklace her mind drifted to Collie.

Fiddlesticks.

But her eyes followed Klaus’ hands as he reached for the necklace which loomed dangerously near her breasts and lifted her brow. Would he actually make such a bold move?

Isadora wasn’t surprised when he pulled his hand back abruptly and sighed softly. She was almost looking forward to Klaus trying to make a move on her that was less than sugary sweet. How could he expect her to stay faithful if he hadn’t even tried to get further than a kiss with her?

It was then that a crumpled piece of cardboard hit her back and she turned ever so slightly spotting Collie then glanced at the ground where the cardboard was laying. Glancing around the table she knocked over a pencil.

“Whoops! Let me get that.” She said and went down to the ground. She knew that Violet and Elijah were far from paying any attention. Isadora wiggled her ass hoping that Klaus wasn’t lame enough to not pay attention to that instead of what she picked up.

The note that read Bleechers.

She cleared her throat and picked up the pencil that was next to the card board. “Some people around here just don’t know how to throw things away do they?” She said she threw the crumpled card board away and watched as her brother scurried off to the library.

“I need to go to.” She gave Klaus an apologetic look. “I uh….some of the girls wanted to go over some cheerleading moves with me on the field so…” she kissed Klaus on the cheek,”I have to keep up facade right? Thank you for the lunch Klausy poo.”

While all this was going on Violet was far from paying attention to it because if she had been she would’ve made the remark that since she was the newest squad member she should also learn moves from the other cheerleaders.

No, it was hard to really pay much attention to her brothers love life when she had one of her own.

“Everything is fine…” she squirmed some, still enjoying him teasing her crotch area.

Did she need explain why she was wet between her legs? Elijah had already stood up for her and made all these claims about how she wasn’t a slut who would sleep with the principal except she had been.

But she HAD to. It was the only way to protect her siblings.

But, was it?

She couldn’t even remember if the principal had made any threats towards them. For a minute she second guessed herself then realized it was stupid to second guess herself because why on earth would she fuck such a disgusting man unless it was to keep Klaus and Sunny safe. After all, Isadora and Duncan had been triplets but the triplet was nowhere to be seen now.

She didn’t want that happening with Klaus and Sunny, ever.

In order to distract him her hand slipped between them and ran her hand over his crotch area.

Of course if he figured it out would he hate her? That thought kept repeating in her head like a broken record. Should she tell him?

Olivia

Olivia who had been putting books away as her ruse as the school Librarian. However, she stilled at the sound of Duncan Quagmire. Their last visit had been an interesting one and something about the way he called her mommy made her shiver in a way that it probably shouldn’t have.

She stepped from behind the book shelves making herself known.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” She would play into his fantasies. This just added more depth to her character of the studious librarian. Now she was the studious librarian who occasionally got a bit naughty with one of the students.


This disguise was becoming far more enjoyable than some of her others had been.

Isadora

As for Isadora, she had made her way to the bleachers …or “bleechers” looking around for Collie. She wasn’t sure what drew her to him, maybe it was the way he took charge. If she were honest with herself, the way he held himself in the cafeteria was hot as hell.

Which disgusted her

And turned her on.

“Hello?” She called,”Is anyone here? …..You spelled bleachers wrong. It’s bee Elle ee aye see…Ayche ee……”