Confessional By Tobyredone
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Confessional - Chapter 1
Author - Tobyredone
“Bless me father for I have sinned.”
It was a young woman’s voice. It had a musical quality to it. The priest opened the small door to the small window in between the confessional booths and asked her how long it had been since her last confession. The girl giggled gleefully at the question and then answered him.
“Well for Susie’s body it’s been about a week, but I haven’t been to confession in about three years.”
The priest, a bit confused asked the young girl what she meant by that.
“Oh it’s not that important, you’ll understand more later.”
The priest, on his side of the booth, cocked his eyebrows, but instead of pushing the young girl for an explanation to her comment he just asked her what she wanted to confess to him.
“Well you see, it all started a few days ago when I saw Susie here in the bleachers after school watching the football team practice. She was wearing this cute little Catholic school girl outfit, and seemed so perfect. Exactly what I was in the mood for, and I knew I just had to have her and do all kinds of naughty little things with her lovely body.”
The priest once again didn’t quite understand what was going on, and asked the voice to go into a bit more detail.
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I was looking for a body. I had just left my last victim. I had made sure that her life was in shambles and I was sick of her to be honest. I needed something fresh. So I was walking through a small residential neighborhood when I saw the local school’s football team practicing on the field. I wandered over that way, and stood along the fence line for a while watching. No one noticed me. I’m a nobody. I’m barely a shadow to most people. But that can be advantageous to a person like me. I was just about to head on when I looked into the stands on the side of the football field and saw her. Her beauty hit me like a blast of cold arctic air after stepping out of a warm building. I looked back out on the field and suddenly got a very good idea how I could amuse myself for at least a couple days.
I walked around to the back of the stands and stood by a small building. I called up to the young lady, who turned and looked at me through the empty spaces between the wooden planks of the bleachers. I told her I was lost and was wondering if she could help me find my way again. She promptly got up and carefully made her way down to the ground and around the bleachers to me.
“What are you doing up there all by yourself?” I asked nonchalantly.
“Oh, just reading this romance novel,” She held up a small book before continuing, “I just love them. And the football players help me put a face and a hard body with my daydreams. But don’t tell anyone I said that! I’d just die if they knew!” She told me, her voice dancing like a melody on the wind.
I studied her once more. She was almost five foot two inches tall in her flat shoes. From what I could see of her exposed legs they were amazingly toned and spoke of a dancer or gymnast. The short pleated school girl skirt she wore widened out for her large hips, but then tapered back in to an incredibly tiny waist. The white dress shirt she wore did nothing to hide her mammoth mammaries, and her thin arms were also well toned, and showed her slightly tan skin, telling me she liked to be outside. Although her body was perfect, her face was a work of art. She had two robin’s egg blue eyes that were large and open, and showed the innocence of her youth. Her small slightly upturned nose came to a point on the front of her face and sat just below her tiny but very full pink lips. Her cheek bones were high, but soft, and with her thin eyebrows gave her a happy and approachable look. Framing it all were locks upon locks of honey blonde hair flowing out of the top of her head like a swirling water fall. The overly loose curls fell around her shoulders and back about midway down her small torso.
“So where do you need to get to Sir?” The young lady asked me, breaking me out of my appraisal of her beauty and back to reality.
“Oh, I think I have just found were I need to get to, Miss.” I said to her in a sinister voice as I gave her an evil smirk.
With quickness that only befits an unsavory deed I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her up against the wall of a small building. With the bleachers on the front side, and the small building on the back, and protected from view left and right by a fence line and a set of bushes respectively I knew I was safe from prying eyes or do-good rescuers, not that they would be in time anyway.
She cringed at my sudden action and was about to start fighting when I pressed my sneering lips to hers. She opened her mouth to scream for anyone’s help, but that played into my favor. As her mouth opened I had taken the struggle to a surreal level. My body was melting. The clear slime it was turning into plunged into her open mouth and down her throat. Her vocal cords needed air to work, and I had deprived her of that. I lost my grip on her arms and she shook them wildly to free herself from me, but it was too late for escape of any kind. She wanted to bolt. To run fast and far and get away from me, her strange attacker, but I was good at what I did.
I could feel her feet. I could feel her small toes in the flat shoes and white socks with frills around the ankles. I could feel her toned legs, exposed to the air. They were mine now, and they would not be taking my new body anywhere at the moment. When she realized her legs would not carry her to safety she began beating her arms into the fluid that I had become, trying desperately to stop me from filling her insides. But as a liquid, physical blows did me no harm. I had no skin to bruise or cut, nor bones to break.
I could feel her soft thighs under her skirt rubbing together. I felt the breeze go up that skirt and around my new tight little ass and in between my legs. I could feel her small cotton panties covering up my new sex. A brand new pussy for me to use and abuse as I saw fit until I decided I was done with it. I soon felt the top of the skirt clamped tight around her thin waist, and her taunt little stomach. She knew she was loosing this fight.
She then did something few women ever think to do when I am entering them. She put her hands over her mouth in a vain attempt to stop me. Cut off from my primary entryway up to that point, I knew I could finish the mounting from her skin just as easily, but this girl was special, so I decided to flow the rest of my ethereal self down and under her shirt. She felt me coursing over her large breasts, and down her midsection, but she would not take her hands off her mouth for fear of me returning to flow in her through that opening. She did not know I had a more devious plan in mind. I came to the edge of her cotton panties and slipped under the waistband and down over her well trimmed little patch of pubic hair and resumed my hostile takeover of her body through her tight pussy. She tried to close her pussy lips, but I was already in firm control of her body from the waist down, so I canceled that order from her brain and instead spread her legs ever so slightly and relax her vaginal walls. I felt the rush of sexual ecstasy that always came with anything sliding in a tight little female love mound. She felt it as well, and even though it wasn’t her pussy to control anymore the sensations of me slipping inside it ripped their unwelcome way up to her mind. She let out a loud groan and her hands came off her mouth slap down over her cunt. She pressed the skirt and panties tight against her crotch, but I easily flowed around her cloth covered fingers and inside her nubile young body using my alternate route and the more of me that flowed inside her, the closer she came to a very reluctant orgasm.
I could feel her impressive chest encased by her lace and cloth bra. I felt the weight of my new tits and my new nipples pressing out against the fabric of the bra as my sexual excitement transferred to her body and the stimulation of me flowing in her pussy added in as well. She clawed the skirt up around her waist and jammed her hands down the front of her panties to grasp at me ineffectually with her fingers as I continued my assault on her most delicate area. I easily flowed around them, and with the stimulation becoming too much for her, she could not even begin to try and hold her lower set of lips together.
That was the last thing she did with her arms under her own control, as I could now feel her shoulders, elbows, petite wrists, and small fingers as my own. Instead of trying to grasp at what was left of me outside her body, now her traitorous hands were, under my direction, rubbing her outer pussy lips and searching for her clitoris. I could feel her shaking her head in disbelief and as a show of her final struggle before I assumed complete control. I took over her neck and forced her head to look down at her own body molesting itself. I could feel her hair flowing in the light wind around her jaw line, and I ran her own tongue around in her mouth, feeling the teeth that I would be using for the foreseeable future.
Then I stopped for a brief moment. I felt what was left of me as a small puddle in the bottom of her panties waiting to leap inside her pussy. I relaxed control of her neck, throat and mouth, and felt her brain fight back for control. She croaked out one word, “Why?” and I took control back from her. Using her own mouth and vocal cords I said to her, “Because I can sweetie, and I just want you to know that when you wake up quite a few things will be different.” I made her pretty pink lips form a smile, and then the rest of my gelatinous form slammed into her waiting pussy, making the young girls mind retreat into the complete darkness of her subconscious as I completed the journey into my new home in her mind.
I bit my top front teeth into my full pink bottom lip and let out a soft moan as I continued flicking, thrusting, and rubbing my new fingers in and around my new cunt. If anyone would have walked around the building to see me right then, they would have had quite a sight. I still had my skirt up around my waist and my small hands shoved greedily down the front of my panties and I was finger fucking myself like an animal in heat. My head was now laying back against the building as I stared upward at the clouds on a beautiful summer day.
I was already half way to cumming just from feeling myself course through my new body’s pussy, and then there was the natural feeling of excitement I got just from stealing a woman’s body, so it only took a small amount of stimulation before I felt an explosive orgasm from my new pussy. But this was not just any orgasm. This one hit me like a freight train all at once. I spasmed unintentionally as my mount’s sexual release was more than I had ever felt in a woman before. I cried out as I doubled over, and my shaky legs gave out underneath me and I toppled to the grass below me like a rag doll without support. I tried to blink the stars out of my eyes as the resulting residual orgasms rocked through my small body like an amusement park ride.
As I regained my senses from what had just happened I realized that my new pussy had spewed out female ejaculate like I had never seen or felt before. Both my new hands were covered in it. I pulled them out of my panties and brought my left one up to my mouth and licked the tasty juices from them before rubbing a small amount on my skin between the top of my lip and my nostrils, just so that I would be able to savor the scent until I washed it away. My right hand found its way to the grass beneath me as I rather ungracefully got to my feet and dusted my new self off.
I began to filter through my host’s sleeping mind, taking what information I thought I would need for my own. It turned out I had just body hopped Susan Debinow, who her friends and family called Susie. I was now the stunningly beautiful seventeen year old girl Susie. I went to school at The Good Sheppard Catholic High School, and lived just a few blocks away with my mother Diana, father Edward, and stepbrother Steven. I smiled at the possibilities as I looked down at my lovely chest and brought my hands up to stroke the breasts, and run my hands down my slim flank and pinch my curvy little ass through the cotton panties. I then stumbled across the most interesting little bit of info from Susie’s unconscious mind. That had been her first orgasm. That also meant of course, that she was still a virgin, which was something I would have to fix as quickly as possible. I briefly wondered if that was why I had cum so powerfully in her tiny frame. I also shook my head at the fact that this chick was seventeen and reading romance novels, but had never once actually tried out her pussy. It baffled me. Or maybe she was just too stupid to know how to get off using it, I decided, but either way I was going to put it through the paces.
I looked down at the romance novel that Susie had been reading. It had fallen from her hands when I had shoved her up against the small building. I said out loud to the sleeping girl, “Well Susie, we won’t be needing a romance novel for a while. I’ll find plenty of it out there for you,” even though I knew there was no way for Susie to hear me.
I licked my small pink lips and started to walk out from where I had just taken poor little Susie’s body. As I rounded the corner of the bleachers where my mount had previously been reading I looked out to see that football practice was coming to an end. The young players were mostly heading in to the locker room on the far side of the field but a few were scurrying about to get equipment left behind that needed to get stored for the night. On of them saw me, and changed his direction to come over to meet me. I quickly probed Susie’s mind to find out which boy it was.
“Hi Anthony!” I exclaimed excitedly as he ran up to me. I heard my rough male voice, but I knew that he heard only the sweet little sing-song voice that Susie usually greeted everyone with.
From probing Susie’s dormant mind I knew that this boy was one of the seniors here at the Good Sheppard high school. He was a running back, though Susie didn’t know what that meant. He had a large frame, and a square jaw, and his shaggy hair was full of sweat from the practice. He looked at me with two bright brown eyes, and if I didn’t know from Susie’s memories that he had a bit of a crush on my new body, I could have found out from the lust I felt coming out of his stare.
“Hey Susie. I saw you reading up there.” He replied back, trying to make small talk.
“I wasn’t reading, silly, I was watching you,” I replied back innocently enough.
“I could have sworn you had a book. It had a white cover.” He said as he scratched at the side of his head with his large hands.
“Nope, just me. But from down here, I bet you could see right up my little skirt, you naughty boy! I bet you were looking at my little white undies!” I said as I crossed one leg in front of the other, and tipped my head to one side as I looked back into his eyes.
His face turned a bright red as he stammered out, “No! No, really, you can’t see anything from down here with the sun behind you. I couldn’t see anything! Other than you sitting in the stands, I mean. I could see that. But nothing else, I promise!” He prattled on.
I put my hands behind my back and took a step towards him. I could smell his sweat as I looked up from my low vantage point in my new body and whispered up to him, “Do you want to see them Anthony?”
“I… uh…” he didn’t know what to say at my sudden forwardness.
I grabbed his hand and gave it a small tug, then turned and started to jog back behind the bleachers, to my little secluded hopping spot. I looked over my shoulder and through my loose blonde curls to see Anthony trotting to keep up with me. As I rounded the corner I stopped and leaned back up against the wall where I had hopped Susie. Anthony was only a moment behind, and I played a bit coy and looked down at my feet as he walked up close to me. With my head still tilted slightly downward I lifted my eyes towards his face. I knew from being in his shoes when girls did this it made their eyes look large and full and submissive. He smiled down at me, and I smiled back. His was a sincere and playful smile, where as mine was more of a sneer with evil intent behind it, but on my pretty new face it looked as innocent as could be.
I reached up behind his shoulders and pulled his head down; he relaxed and let me bring his face to mine for a long, full kiss. I let go and tilted my head back and he leaned back in for another kiss, but I dodged his mouth, and instead dropped to my knees. I used my thin fingers on the tie at the front of his waist and undid it and started to pull his tight pants down when he took a step back.
“Whoa! What are you doing Susie?” He asked as he looked down at me.
“I don’t really know. I just saw you running out there, and now you’re here, and you kissed me, and I’m so hot Anthony. I’m so hot for you.” I said as I ran my new hands over my breasts, down my sides, and to the bottom of my skirt.
“But we can’t just…” He started to say.
“Don’t you like me Anthony? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” I asked him as I looked up at him from on my knees with a bit of a pout on my lips, and tugged upwards on my skirt’s edge exposing the creamy skin of my thighs before continuing, “You kissed me Anthony. Are you just using me? I’m just a cheap thrill after your practice?”
“No, not at all Susie, it’s just…” He started to say before I again cut him off.
“Then let’s finish what we started Anthony. Please, I need you so bad right now, won’t you be my big strong hero?” I pleaded again with a pout on what I knew he saw as Susan’s pretty little face.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and I again reached up to his waist, but this time just ran my small hands up and down his bulging thigh muscles, and down to between his legs. I could feel that he had not worn a cup for practice and despite his confusion his teenage hormones drove his dick to strain against the clothes that contained it. I ran a finger lightly up and down its length and that seemed to crumble the last of his resolve. He reached down and pulled his pants and underwear down, and I leaned back on the grass and flipped my skirt up around my stomach.
He kissed me a few more times, which I returned until I panted in his ear, “I need to feel you in me Anthony.”
I reached down and yanked my small cotton bikini briefs to the left side of my pussy and Anthony wasted no time trying to shove his entire dick in me in the first push.
“Aah!” I called out as his inexperience brought me no small amount of pain.
“Sorry, am I hurting you? Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” He said quickly, but before he could pull the tip of his cock out of me I grabbed him around the chest.
“No, it will hurt for me for the first bit, it’s my first time, and I want it to be with you, right here, right now. Just go slow, ok?” I replied as innocently as I could muster.
He nodded and resumed pressing into me with his dick. I felt my vaginal walls expand, stretch and rip as he pushed through my hymen. I tried to blink the pain away as my eyes began to water. Soon enough my natural lubrication started to catch up, and the only pain I had was from the fact that my previously unused pussy was not use to having something this large in it.
He started to increase his pace, and I cheered him on, “More, yes Anthony, that’s it, keep going, you’re going to score!”
I was still in a small amount of pain, but the rising amount of pleasure made it worth it. Anthony didn’t notice the tears in my eyes, as he was looking at the ground to the left side of my head. I grabbed his neck and pulled it to my face and started to suck hard on his neck with every intention of leaving this boy with a huge hickey to explain to everyone that he saw.
I was getting close to the edge when I felt him shudder, then shudder again and release inside me, which drove me over the edge of orgasm, and once again, I was hit with pleasure like I had never experienced in a stolen female body before. I saw waves of red, blue, and orange shine in front of my eyes, and I lay their writhing on the ground like I was on fire. I called out something, but I don’t really know what, but as I came back down off the orgasmic high I looked up to see Anthony smiling at me.
“I was that good huh?” He asked proudly.
“Oh yes, baby, you were amazing. But you should hit the showers, you stink!” I replied back with a giggle and pushed on his chest to let him know it was time to get off me.
“Oh, yeah, I suppose.” He said as he stood up and pulled his pants up. He must not have been use to being dismissed like that.
I leaned up and moved my panties over my now leaking cunt. I could see a bit of blood leaking out along with both mine and Anthony’s cum which was normal for first timers. That actually played into my plan, and I needed the panties to soak up as much of that as I could so I used my small hand to press the cotton against my now very sore pussy to absorb more of the love juices and blood.
I smiled up at the boy that had deflowered my new body and held a hand up. He grabbed it and helped me to my feet.
I tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind my ears before saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow in school, right? We should do this again. I like you a lot Anthony.”
He nodded, and I shooed him with my hands, “Go! Your teammates will wonder what happened to you.”
He started running back to the lockers then, but turned back once to look at me as I slowly started my walk home. As I rounded the corner of the small building once more I saw the disposed romance novel still lying where Susie had dropped it and said aloud to myself, “Why do bitches read that trash when they could be living it? Stupid whores.”
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Confessional - Chapter 2
The priest began to peer through the grate in the small confessional booth trying to see a bit more of the girl who was spinning this strange story. When he saw a typical young blonde woman, he told her that many young women today were having premarital sex, and while that did not make it right, it was worse to lie about being forced to have sex then just admit the original sin.
“Oh, I’m not done with my story father.” She said in a voice that could have charmed cobras from small wicker baskets, “Here, let me continue.”
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I arrived at Susie’s house just as the sun was going down. I walked in through the front door to her family’s rather large two story house. It was the picture perfect upper middle class suburban dream house. It was a lovely shade of light blue with white shudders and a trim green grass lawn with two well cared for flowerbeds and a single large oak tree. I knew from my mount’s memories that she had helped her mother plant some of those flowers this spring.
As I walked down the wide hallway to the kitchen and living room areas of the house I was greeted by her stepbrother Steven who was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of some sort of food. I pulled more info from Susan’s mind as I decided what I would do with him. I knew that his father and Susie’s mother had started dating two years ago, and married roughly ten months ago, and Susie had always thought he acted a bit odd around her, but she put on a smile and treated him well because she wanted her mother and new father to be happy. I had no such limitations, and unlike Susie, who I was beginning to regard more and more as a complete moron, I knew that Steven acted weird around his younger stepsister because he had eyes for her, but couldn’t do anything about it because of that fact that she was by law his sister.
“Hey you,” he said as I walked into the room.
“Hey you yourself,” I said as I walked up to him and gave him a winning smile.
“What’s that smile for?” He asked.
“What, I can’t smile at you?” I asked playfully as I touched his arm, running my small fingers up to his shoulders before starting to lightly massage his neck.
“You can smile. It’s nice, I like it. I’ve just never gotten that smile from you before. It seemed out of place.” He told me as he tried to crane his neck around and look up at me.
“I’ve just kind of seen you in a whole new light lately. I mean, if we weren’t stepbrother and stepsister, who knows what could happen, right?” I asked.
“What do you mean, Susie?” he asked, with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“Oh, you know.” I said, and then skipped off and up the stairs to my room.
As I got into “my” room I closed the door and looked around. There were a few posters on the walls, a small shelf with some trophies and ribbons hanging from them, and a closet with the door open showing off Susie’s impressive wardrobe. There was also a dresser and nightstand next to an impressively large and tall bed. It had four posts and a thin veil over the top that screamed “daddy’s little princess” so badly I wanted gag.
I quickly stripped off my blue and green plaid skirt and small white button up dress shirt. Once down to my panties and bra, I carefully reached behind my back with my now flexible arms and undid the clasp, letting the bra fall down to the floor. I then reached down to pull my panties down around my feet. I picked them up off the floor and hid them in a drawer in my closet, as I would need them again later. I began to go through Susie’s underwear drawer looking for something that caught my fancy.
After searching for almost fifteen minutes I finally came across something. It was an excessively tiny pink boy short panty and matching pink camisole. Susie’s memories told me this was for when she wanted to have no panty lines or bra lines under her clothes. I tossed them on the bed and stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of her door that I had not seen when I came in.
I straightened up in front of the mirror and admired my new body. From my tiny feet, up my well shaped young legs, to my still mildly sore little vagina nestled between my thighs, up my wasp-like waist, to my proud and perky C cup breasts and my cute shoulders to my normal, completely out of place male face framed by fantastic blonde tresses.
I turned to the side to see how flat my stomach was, and how my ass and breasts pressed out to create that shape that all men seemed to find devastatingly attractive. I ran my hands over my breasts and teased my nipples, and was rewarded with little jolts of pleasure. I reached down and pinched hard on my new ass. Hard enough to leave a small red mark on my left cheek that I could see in the mirror. I let out an evil chuckle and strolled back over to my bed to put on my underwear.
I pulled the camisole up and over my head first, and then used my hands to free my hair from under the fabric in the back. I pulled the bottom of the small, thin shirt down over my impressive chest and into place on my slim stomach. I then grabbed the tiny panties and ran them up my legs and into place on my waist. I tugged the fabric up the crack of my ass more than Susie ever would have, but I thought it helped show off my wonderful little ass cheeks, and helped it to hug my pussy lips in a lovely little nest of soft cotton.
I hopped up onto the bed and lay down on my stomach, cradling my head in my hands, and kicking my feet lightly as I wondered how quickly I could destroy more of this young lady’s life. I knew I was off to a slow start, so tomorrow I would need to pick up the pace. But for now, I felt it may be time to relax and rest for a bit. I was about to peel back the covers when I heard a knock at the door.
“Hello?” the voice said.
“Hello!” I called out, knowing whoever was on the other side heard the sweet melody of Susie’s usually chipper voice.
The door cracked open and Susie’s mother poked her head in. She looked at me, thinking nothing out of place, and asked, “I’m going to make a quick run to the store. Fifteen minutes, tops. Is there anything you need?”
“Nope, I’ve got everything I need right here,” I said with a cat that ate the canary grin.
“Ok sweetie. Ed won’t be back for quite a while yet, he’s working late.” She said to me.
I smiled and nodded, but thought to myself, ‘Ed is probably banging his secretary and you’re to fucking stupid to figure it out, and if he’s not shagging her I can arrange it.’
The door to Susie’s bedroom closed, and a wonderful little plan popped up in my head, but I knew I would have to act fast if it was going to work. I jumped off my bed, grabbed my skirt and pulled it on, and rummaged through one of Susie’s nightstand drawers until I found a pair of scissors and a needle with thread. I cut a jagged line in the side of my skirt with the scissors as I heard the garage door closing, signaling to me that “my” mother had left.
I practically ran downstairs and found Steven in the living room on a large leather couch watching TV. He was wearing a white tee shirt and some athletic shorts while relaxing. I skipped up to him trying to flip my skirt around as much as possible before getting to the couch. My attempts to entice him seemed to be working as he stopped paying attention to the TV and started looking at me in my short skirt and undershirt.
“Could you help me? I snagged my skirt on something, and now it has an awful rip in the side. I’m trying to sew it, but I need someone to hold the fabric for me.” I said with a hopeful look on my face while I dropped the scissors on the floor behind me and out of Steven’s view.
“Yeah, no prob.” Steven said confidently, but I could see his hands shake as he sat up.
“Thanks.” I said and turned the torn part of the skirt towards the front of my body, and then sat right down on Steven’s lap facing him.
I grabbed his hands and brought them up under my skirt to the base of the tear. I could feel he was both uncomfortable and excited, which was right where I wanted him. I moved my hips and shuffled just a small amount further up onto his lap, which forced his hands to come into contact with my love mound.
“There, that’s better.” I said playfully while staring into his eyes.
He made a loud gulping sound and I started to run the needle through the fabric back and forth, without really trying to do a decent job sewing anything. After a few times through the open cut of the fabric I jabbed the needle into one of Steven’s fingers.
“Ouch!” He cried out loudly, and jerked his hand back.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry Steven!” I cried out just as loud, and slid off his lap and onto the floor in front of the couch and down into a very submissive position below him.
I reached up to grab his hand and asked, “Is it bad? I am so sorry! I’m so stupid!”
“It’s fine. It’s just a scratch, see? Not a problem.” He replied as he showed me the small wound I had made.
I leaned forward to take the hand and slowly brought it up to my mouth and kissed it. I made a large show of puckering my lips and kissed it a second time, but this time looked up at him. He was intently watching back, and trying to get a good look down my cami. I straightened my back to help jut my chest out further, and then slowly kissed my way up his arm to his neck.
“What are you doing?” He asked as I got to his earlobe.
“Apologizing, I can be real apologetic.” I said as I pressed my chest into his.
“I, uh. It’s not that big of a deal.” He said.
“So, you don’t want this?” I asked as I sat back on his lap and looked into his eyes.
“Well, I mean. We are… What about Dad and your mom?” He asked.
“Oh come on. I see how you look at me. And it’s just a little bit of harmless fun. Nobody’s home but us, and Mom won’t be back from the store for an hour. We could have a lot of fun.” I said.
He looked at me without saying a word for about thirty seconds, then smiled and nodded.
“Great! Let’s get you out of those clothes.” I said with an evil glint in my eye.
I reached behind my back and pulled up the scissors. I grabbed the bottom of his shorts and started cutting upwards, making sure I cut through his boxers as well when I got up that high. I then continued right on up to the collar of his shirt.
“Kinky” he said as he looked down at my destruction.
I made a few more cuts to make sure that his clothes were turned into absolute scraps and they easily fell off him. I grabbed the pile of rags and tossed them behind the couch along with the needle and thread.
Then I sat back down on his lap and began to give him a lap dance. I rubbed the crack of my ass and my pussy against his dick, and it rapidly stood to its full length and girth. I pulled the small panties to the side once more and began to gently work his dick inside me. He seemed to have far more experience than Anthony had shown and was in no rush, and let me grind away to my hearts content at my own speed.
I rocked forward and back, and then sat all the way down on his prick. It felt good to be this full, and I looked at him and said, “So what do you think of my pussy so far?”
“I’ve never seen this side of you before, Susie.” He replied as he reached forward to grab my small waist.
I giggled and went back to bouncing on his dick, fucking myself silly, while he occasionally groaned. I could feel the waves again start to crash all around my body as I got ready for an orgasm to hit me. It came all at once and I buckled over and almost head butted Steven. My eyes were locked closed and I clenched my teeth as I felt once again like a bus full of pleasure ran me over. This bitch didn’t know what she was missing.
I sat back up and Steven smiled at me, “One for you, my turn next maybe?”
I smiled and started to bob again on his prick, but this time, after another forty five seconds I heard the garage door start to open. Steven was either half deaf, or paying to much attention to me, and never stopped with his moaning as I rode him. What an idiot. I fucked him for another ten or fifteen seconds until I was sure that Susie’s mother was in the kitchen with a hand full of groceries. Then I stood up quickly, grabbed the scissors and walked to the far side of the room. I could see Steven’s look of confusion, but it wasn’t until I yelled out, “Ew! Steven what the hell are you doing? Are you some kind of perv!” that his eyes bulged out of his head in disbelief.
My mother came running quickly from the next room over, and stopped to see me by the door way and my step brother, naked on the couch trying to cover himself up with throw pillows.
“What is going on in here?” my mother asked.
“I came down from my room to look for some thread and a needle for my skirt and find Steven in here naked and masturbating while watching TV!” I shrieked at my mother.
“That’s a lie!” Steven yelled out.
“Ok, everyone calm down, and tell me what happened. Steven?” She asked and looked at him while putting her hands on her hips.
Steven looked at me, then back at my mother, and knew he was fucked. He couldn’t admit what he was really doing, especially to my mother, but he knew he couldn’t explain his lack of clothes and hard dick either.
“I ah, um. You see, it kinda happened like,” He was stammering.
“It happened like you’re a freak!” I yelled out and stomped my foot.
“Shut up whore!” He yelled back.
“Both of you stop it! And Steven I never want to hear that word again. Is that understood? Susan, go to your room, you are not helping this situation.” My mother said over both of us.
I turned to go, and said sweetly, “Good night mother,” and put one arm around her to hug her.
“Good night dear.” She said as she hugged me back, and as soon as our shoulders touched and her head was past my face I gave Steven an evil smile. The look of fear he had on his face was priceless. Suddenly he saw the scissors I had tucked behind my back and hidden from my mother’s view, and his face changed to that of disgust, which was almost better.
I skipped out of the room and back up stairs as I listened to him and my mother go back and forth.
I pulled off the skirt, and sat down on my bed after I got back to my room then pulled another needle and some thread from the nightstand drawer and started to actually sew the giant tear I had put in the skirt. I stopped about three inches above the bottom of the skirt however, and then got the scissors back out to trim the bottom three and a half inches off the entire skirt. I knew that would show much more leg, and was against dress code for young Susan, but I may need a bit more leg for tomorrow as I was going to have a long day.
After I was finished I lay down in my bed to get a good nights rest, after all, I needed my beauty sleep. I did remember to reach over and set my alarm clock. I felt like I had just closed my eyes when I woke up to a light knock on my door. I looked over at my alarm clock and was surprised to see that it was almost one o’clock in the morning. The light tapping sounded again at my door.
“What,” I hissed in a hushed tone.
The door cracked open and I saw Steven’s face. Once he saw me looking at him he quickly stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind himself. He came over to the edge of my bed and sat down with a very pissed off look on his face.
“What the fuck was that all about! I got in seriously deep shit because of you!” He said to me as loudly as he could considering we were down the hall from our sleeping parents.
“I’m so sorry Steven. I just heard my mom come in the door and I know we didn’t want to get caught doing what we were doing, and I just panicked.” I said as I started to lightly sob.
“Well you didn’t have to throw me under the fucking bus!” He said.
“I know, I know, I just didn’t know what to do! It was the only thing I could think of.” I said again, as I felt a tear run down my cheek.
He saw the tear to, and was definitely buying my charade, so I decided to really see how far I could push the situation.
“Let me make it up to you?” I asked and sniffled a bit as I wrapped a loose curl around my finger and looked at him from under my warm covers.
“How?” he hissed.
I got up from my bed and went into Susan’s closet and dug around in a few boxes she had in the very back until I came to the one she had used in her school talent show a few months ago. She had been the lovely assistant to another young student, but had kept the props. Out of the box I pulled out two pairs of silver handcuffs.
I walked out of the closet and held them up for Steven to see as I gave him a weak smile and said, “I’ll hand cuff myself. I won’t be able to do anything to you, or get up and leave half way through.”
I crawled back into my bed, dropped a small set of keys on the floor at the foot of my bed, then laid back and used one set of cuffs to attach my left hand to one post and then the other set to attach my right hand to the other post of my bed. I shook my head to clear my face of hair and while giving my stepbrother a sultry look said, “Ok, whatever we do from here on out is up to you. Consider it my make up present. You can ravish me all you want, and leave me here for mother and father to find in the morning if you want.”
This time he had the evil grin on his face as he delicately pulled the covers on my bed down to my feet to scrutinize the entire present I was giving him. I crossed one leg over the other and arched my back before puckering up my lips and winking at him. I knew this body was hot, and with me at the controls no man could resist it. His will to resist crumpled before I could count to three in my head. He quickly stood up and dropped his boxers to the floor, which were the only clothes he was wearing.
He leaned back over me and grabbed the sides of my panties and started to pull them down, but I spread my legs to stop him. He looked up at me confused, as he thought he was in control of the situation.
“Use the scissors on the night stand. It can be more payback for you.” I said in a low voice.
He grinned, grabbed the scissors and made one cut along my outer right thigh. My panties, which were pulled tight across my wide hips, snapped loose and the tiny piece of fabric sat just barely covering my pussy.
He was about to cut the other side when I said, “Steven, I need you right now! Hurry up!”
That was enough. He dropped the scissors off the side of my tall bed and pulled what remained of my panties down my left leg to mid thigh and lined his dick up with my waiting pussy lips.
He ran the head of his dick up and down my lips just a bit before putting his tip into me, confirming once again he had more experience than Anthony at this. He slowly made short thrusts, each time getting deeper and deeper in my pussy. Finally he was all the way in, and he hesitated just long enough to look me in the eyes and wiggle his eyebrows. The idiot actually thought he still had control in what was happening. I could play him like a well tuned instrument with not only my hands restrained, but also my legs.
And I was.
He began to build up a rhythm as his thrusts became more determined and needy. He was starting to pant from the exertion of sex, and I was also starting to pant, and say, “Yes, oh, oh, yes, ah, yes, yes, Steven, yes, oh, oh,” and so on.
After all, if this was going to work I needed him to be engrossed in what he was doing, and a bit of noise to cover what I was doing. As he trust into me, his breaths started to come in short hard blasts, and I started to match my panting and words with him. I also started to tap my cuffed wrists against the wall. Not loudly at first, mind you. I gave it just enough to see how much he could hear and how much he was paying attention. Then I gradually got louder with the intensity and tempo of our fucking. After all, he may have considered it making love, but I had no feelings in this. For me it was just fucking. I just wanted an orgasm. I didn’t care what was filling my cunt to get it.
It hit me all at once. I had another spasm attack and my knees went hard into the side of Steven’s ribcage. I pulled against my restraints, and then pushed them into the wall. Steven didn’t hear that of course, he was to busy watching my face, and feeling me squirm underneath him and wonder if he was such a sexual dynamo that I would want this every night. What a complete tool.
But that noise was enough. My legs dropped back to the bed, and he continued to pound away at my pussy. I flipped hair in my face as best I could and started to change my pants. I went from “oh” and “ah” to “uh” and “ah.” While it was just a subtle difference to Steven the Idiot, to anyone rushing down the hallway they heard Susie calling out, “Uh ah, uh ah,” as if she was saying no to doing something didn’t want to.
As I heard foot steps coming up to the door I added some more, “Oh no, no, please. Oh, stop. Stop.”
That did get Steven’s attention but it was too late. As the door opened I said, “Please stop Steven. Don’t do this! No one has to know!”
The light switch flipped on and I saw Edward, “my” stepfather and Diana, “my” mother standing there looking at the situation. I had started the waterworks shortly after my orgasm, and there were a few tears already running down my cheeks, but now I let them go full force. I started to sob.
“What the hell do you think you are doing in here Steven!” Ed shouted as my mother behind him shrieked at the top of her lungs, “STEVEN! SUSAN! WHAT!”
I yanked on the hand cuffs and they rattled against the posts on the bed as I began to cry uncontrollably, and Ed lunged forward to yank his son off and out of me. He stood the boy in the corner of my room and reached down to grab the pair of boxers at the foot of my bed and threw them at him.
“It was her idea!” he yelled, pointing at me.
I did nothing but continued to sob and twist my legs, acting like I was trying to cover my exposed body.
“It was her idea to handcuff herself to the bed and get raped?” My mother yelled back.
“He told me… He told me… He’d hurt me if I didn’t put my hands up here… Then… Then… he handcuffed me and told me I’d better keep my mouth shut… and my legs spread… legs spread… if I knew what… was good for me…” I said in between heavy sobbing, and then added, “He cut off my underwear! I was so scared, he had a scissors… I thought he was going to stab me. I was so scared.” I blurted the last part out in rapid succession.
Then I broke back down into tears before anyone could question my story, but it was more then enough. Ed grabbed Steven by the neck and hauled him out of my room and down the hallway. They were throwing obscenities back and forth, Ed cursing out Steven, and Steven cursing out me. I think I even heard a few punches back and forth as a short struggle ensued.
My mother, meanwhile started over to me, and began working with the handcuffs. As she struggled with them, I cried more, then opened one eye, and said, “He has something with him when he came in. He dropped it on the floor by my bed.”
Diana stopped with the hand cuffs and started searching the edges of my bed, then said, “Do you know where, sweetie?”
I started wailing again, and said, “All I can remember is Steven on top of me!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry honey.” She said as she came back up and hugged me, then went back to looking around the bed, and finally found the keys that I had dropped.
She quickly came to my rescue by unlocking the cuffs and gently taking my hands down. I immediately grabbed at my ruined panties and tried to cover myself as I continued weeping.
My mother went to my dresser and started to go through drawers until she found a new pair of panties for me. I pulled the cut ones off, and let her help me into the new ones. She sat on the bed next to me, and ran her hands over my hair, trying to calm me down.
“Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?” I croaked out through my throat that was beginning to get just a touch sore from all the crying.
“Of course sweetheart,” She said back to me with love in her eyes.
We both got up and wrapped our arms around each other and made our way down the hallway to the master bedroom. My mother helped me into bed and then climbed in with me as I clung to her and occasionally let out a soft whimper. She gently stroked my hair, and after another twenty or thirty minutes Ed came back in the room.
“How are you doing, princess?” He asked me as he reached out to stroke my hair as well.
I recoiled from his hand like it was toxic, and buried my face into my mother’s side as I started to whimper harder. After a few seconds I pulled my face out and looked up at him.
“I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just can’t get over it. Steven has your eyes, and it just freaked me out. I’m so sorry.” I babbled on and on.
“Oh, it’s fine sweetie.” He said and looked at Diana, who shrugged at him, but continued to stroke my hair.
“Do you think you could sleep in the spare room tonight, Ed? It’s across the hall from Steven’s room, and it would make both of us feel safer.” Diana said to him.
He nodded, grabbed his watch from off the night stand and headed out the door. I went back to just occasional whimpers, and every now and then adding an, “I’m sorry mommy,” just for good measure, to which Diana stroked my hair and told me everything would be ok.
As the lights went off in our room when Ed hit the switch as he left, I smiled an evil smile in the dark, and was proud of the fact that I had given Steven blue balls twice in one day while he had gotten me off twice. My acting tonight left me more confident for the final act tomorrow and I quickly felt my eyes flutter closed. I knew I would need my rest, and I got it.
Even after ruining some poor moron’s life, I slept like a baby.
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Confessional - Chapter 3
The priest again looked over to the confessional booth next to his, and finally understood that despite the sweet demeanor of this young girl, inside was a being of pure conceited evil. He had talked with Susie on many occasions, but not once had she hinted at anything remotely this devious. She was normally so loving and pure.
He told the being that was inside Susan that he needed to leave, and to let the poor girl have her life back, and he should make reparations for damage he had caused.
“But father, you haven’t even heard the whole story yet. How can I make reparations when you won’t let me finish my confession?” Once again her voice sounded so innocent, so playful, you would never guess that behind her eyes was a cold and calculating monster.
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I awoke the next morning to the sun shining in the bedroom window, and the birds chirping on a lovely summer day. I looked over to see Susan’s mother lightly snoring next to me. I began to stretch and as I moved my flexible young body “my” mother began to stir.
I crawled my way to the edge of the bed and stood up on the floor. My mother looked up at me as she rubbed the last bit of sleep from her eyes.
“Are you okay sweetie? You don’t have to go anywhere today.” She said with concern showing in her voice.
“I want to get dressed and go to school mother. I want this all to be behind me, like some sort of bad dream. Don’t make me stay home, please?” I asked as I looked down at her with my large eyes.
She nodded and I headed back to my room to get ready. I picked out my clothes for the day, which consisted of a pair of white cotton panties, a matching cotton bra, my shortened green and blue pleated skirt, and my white dress shirt. I also tossed out some black shoes with a small 2” heel and some white socks that would come up to just below my knees.
With my outfit picked out I headed into the bathroom and began to get ready. The warm shower water felt exceptionally nice as I washed off the past day’s sweat and cleansed my body with all of her usual soaps and shampoos and conditioners. Susan had trimmed up the morning before I hopped her and so her body didn’t need to be shaved anywhere, and I was glad of that because I wanted to be out the door before I had to deal with any more family crap from issues I had caused last night.
I finished my shower and dried off quickly, then started in on blow drying my hair, and adding anti frizz and stay in conditioner as she usually did before adding the loose curls with her curling iron that made her so irresistible to the opposite sex. After I was finished with my hair, I started in on my make up. I knew I couldn’t go to heavy, but I needed some, so I just added some mascara to make my eyelashes look impossibly long, and draw attention to my mount’s lovely eyes. Next I used just a touch of blush on my cheeks, and then a light shade of pink lipstick on my lips. Finished, I knew that it was perfect.
I walked to my room and started to get dressed. I easily put on all of her clothes like I had been doing it for years. I adjusted the short skirt to sit properly, buttoned up her small form-fitting white dress shirt, and pulled the socks up tight before stepping into her small black shoes.
I then grabbed my school bag from one corner of my room and went to my closet. I pulled the stained panties from their hiding space and put them in my book bag. Spinning on my heel, I headed for my door, but stopped briefly to smile at the image of the pretty school girl that was reflect back at me from Susan’s full length mirror. I winked at myself and said out loud, “Susie, this is going to be a great day.”
With that I left my room, stopped briefly to blow a kiss good bye to “my” mom and started walking to school.
I was there a bit early, but I knew that would be ok. I started to walk around the empty halls when I saw some football players returning from morning practice. One of them was Anthony and I gave him a coy smile as the group walked by. He stopped and faced me, putting a large hand on either side of my head and clumsily stroking my hair.
“Come on!” I whispered to him, and looked at the door to a janitorial closet.
“What? Again!” he said in a high pitched whisper.
I got a sad look on my face and said, “Well, never mind. I must not have been that good last time. Maybe I should practice to make sure I’m ready for next time you want to.”
“No, that’s not it at all, babe. I’m just surprised. You always seemed so straight laced before.” He replied back to me.
“Well, you opened the floodgates, and you were just so good. I can’t get enough.” I said as I played with a lock of blonde hair hanging by my face.
That was all it took. He grabbed my hand, checked to make sure the hallway was now clear, and then we both darted into the janitor’s closet. I wasted no time, and pulled my panties down to mid thigh and bent over forward at the waste, steadying myself on a shelf full of random cans of cleaner. The elicit site of me standing there offering up my little box did the trick for Anthony, and his dick was hard as soon as he yanked his pants down. I loved how quickly young men could respond. He flipped my skirt up over my back and leaned in so he could once again start roughly trying to shove his entire dick in me at once.
“Slowly,” I reminded him while looking down at my feet and seeing his feet shuffling behind them, and suddenly I felt his dick half way in pulse inside me once. Then I felt it again.
I turned to look at his face over my shoulder and there was horror on it. He had blown his load in me way to early and he knew it. I took two small steps forward and straightened myself as his dick pulled out of me. I reached down and pulled my panties back into place over my now leaky slit. He was stammering apologies left and right.
“It’s fine. It happens to a lot of guys.” I said.
He gave me a look of confusion, probably wondering how I would know that. I just patted him on the cheek and walked by, saying, “I have to go to the little girls room and clean up, I’ll see you later.”
I opened the door to the closet to see a few students walking by. The immediately looked in to see Anthony behind me with his pants still around his ankles. I smiled at them and continued on my way.
From Susie’s memories I knew the closest bathrooms were down two hallways and on the right so I headed that way. I needed to finish with my fingers what he started. I pushed open the door and was greeted by the smell of cigarettes. I walked in a bit further and saw a girl my mount’s age standing against the wall puffing away. Susie’s memory told me her name was Sara, and she was a bit of an outcast, but of course Susie was to brain-dead to know why.
“Hey,” Sara said to me as she looked me up and down.
“Hey,” I said back to her as I walked into the room, my heels clicking on the hard tiles beneath me.
“I heard you let Anthony Thatcher screw you behind the bleachers yesterday. Classy.” She said to me as she took another drag on her cigarette.
I held my hand out to her as if I wanted to borrow her cigarette. She looked at me for a moment and then handed it over to me. I took a long drag deep into my new set of lungs. I held the smoke in and handed her the cigarette back, then exhaled slowly, blowing the smoke out away from us both.
“It’s amazing how fast that shit spreads, besides, what’s it to you? I just want to have a good time.” I replied back coolly.
“Did you?” she asked as she laughed at me.
“Not that great. Know anyone that could do it better?” I asked.
“Fuck you? I’m not up on who has the biggest dick around here.” She replied and looked down at her smoke.
“I didn’t say I needed a dick to get off.” I replied looking into her eyes.
She studied me for a moment, wondering if this was a trick of some sort.
“To be honest, I just gave Anthony a shot at round two, but he blew it. Typical male. I just came in here to get myself off from all the pent up frustration, you know?” I told her, the honesty ringing clearly out in my voice.
“Really.” She said unimpressed.
“Yeah, really. I’m so fucking horny I could die. Obviously no decent men around here. What’s a girl to do?” I asked and stepped closer to her.
She looked down at me, as she was a few inches taller then me. Her hair was dark as midnight, but I could tell it was a die job from her blonde roots. She wore the same uniform as me, obviously, but it was a bit wrinkled. She had dark eye make up on, and her nails were painted black as her hair. I took another step and was within a half an inch from her face. She tossed the cigarette in one of the sinks on the wall next to us, and as she did that I reached up with my small hands and pulled her face to mine. At first she resisted, but after I pressed my tongue up into her lips, and against her teeth, she opened her mouth and kissed me hard back. I felt her arms wrap around my small frame and we made out. I kissed her passionately and she was putting just as much effort back into me. Soon she was kissing down my small neck, and I pulled her down to the floor on top of me.
Using my backpack for a headrest we continued our make out session until I felt her run a petite hand up under my skirt and massage my pussy lips through my cotton panties. She was good, but then again, she had a pussy, and so knew the buttons that I wanted pushed. Soon enough she had her fingers under the leg band and was finger fucking me with everything her arm could give me. I came hard, and jerked and flopped on the floor as I coated her hand with ejaculate. I blinked as I had the second best orgasm from young Susan’s pussy so far.
“Wow, you did have some pent up aggression in there, didn’t you?” Sara said with a smile.
“Time for both of us to get a little tongue action now,” I said with a smile, and pushed her on her back before I climbed on top of her facing the opposite way. I lowered my groin until it was resting lightly on her chin, and then flipped her small skirt up around her waist. She was wearing a black silky thong, and I could already smell her arousal underneath her pussy’s cover. I pulled her panties down to her knees and dug my tongue in with abandon. I felt her pull my white cotton briefs aside and begin licking gently around my folds of skin.
I felt my pussy start to put out a flood of lubricant as Sara deftly brought me to the edge of orgasm again. As I came I tried to control my body, but it was just no use. The orgasms of this young body were so powerful and hard I bucked with mad abandon and thought I may have slammed teeth out of my lesbian lover. I dug into her pussy even more to try and make up for it, and despite my harsh treatment of her face, Sara kept right on eating me out.
We continued until each of us had a handful of lovely orgasms, and I finally rolled off her, exhausted, and lay next to her panting, trying to catch my breath. I felt her reach down and take a hold of my hand with hers.
“I love you.” She said to me plainly.
I blinked a few times, still catching my breath. I leaned up to see her already looking at me. I sat up and gathered my legs under me to stand up. She grabbed my wrist and her eyes narrowed as she looked at me.
“I said I love you.” She repeated, obviously expecting some response.
“What’s not to love about me?” I replied to her coldly as I yanked my wrist out of her grasp, stood up and started to straighten my clothes, and then looked in the mirror to adjust any locks of stray blonde hair.
“You fucking bitch.” She said as she ungracefully yanked her small black thong up her legs and stood up so she could continue the fight.
She looked my image in the mirror with a finger pointed at my face and was about to continue cussing at me when her mind finally caught up to the fact that my reflected image was not the same as the school mate she knew and had just tongue fucked. She blinked twice to clear her eyes, believing it was some optical illusion, but when she looked again, it was still my horribly plain male face on the body of a young goddess. She started to sputter unintelligible words as I spun around to face her. That even confused her more, as now she was back to looking at the face she recognized.
“Cat got your tongue, Sara?” I asked sweetly.
“What? Who? How? What?” She asked in quick succession.
“You couldn’t just get a good tongue fucking and walk away, could you? No. You had to be all female, and emotional, and bring out the love word.” I said with contempt in my voice.
“I don’t…” she was still stammering as she came close and touched my face with her fingers.
“You don’t get it?” I finished for her, “Well, unfortunately you never will, but you still saw my secret, and I can’t have you running around telling everyone, so…”
I grabbed her hair at the scalp with a good grip and with all the force and speed I could muster slammed the stunned girl’s head forward into mirror. It broke into a thousand bloody little pieces, and she fell back unconscious and limp, and collapsed on the floor.
I calmly picked up my school bag and walked out over the broken glass and as I reached the door turned around and said to her unconscious bleeding form, “You stupid dike. You were easier to control then the boys.”
As I stepped out into the hallway I looked up at the clock and noticed it was just about time for third period and I had yet to attend a class. I smiled and pulled out which class I was suppose to go to next from Susie’s unconscious mind and started to head that way.
I was almost late as the classroom was on the far side of the school, but I was in my seat in time for role call, so no one made an issue of it. I looked around at my fellow classmates. I definitely had the best looking body. I turned my attention back to the front of the class. It was not taught by a nun, as was the usual here, because none of them had a degree in higher mathematics. It was taught by a skinny pencil necked man who wore the thickest black framed glasses I had ever seen. His cheap suit did nothing to enhance his image, either. I also pulled from Susie’s mind that he had just recently been through a rough divorce. His name was Mr. Feeley. I rolled my eyes as he droned on and on about crap that I really didn’t give a fuck about.
The next hour was torture. He explained all manner of things that no human being could possibly need to know, and did so in a nasally voice that I found repugnant. I was just going to head out afterward class, but this man without even knowing he had done anything had pissed me off enough that I needed to ruin his life.
The bell rang, and the other students jumped out of their seats to leave. He called out the following day’s assignments as half the kids were running out the door. I slowly repacked my school bag, and once every other student had left the room I made my way to the front of the classroom where he was busy cleaning off the blackboards. I moved to the door way and closed the door to the hall. He heard me close it and turned to look at me.
“Oh, Miss Debinow, what can I help you with?” he asked in that damned nasal voice.
“Well, Mr. Feeley, I’m having a hard time with some of this, and I was hoping you could go over it with me.” I explained.
“Certainly. I don’t have class right now, but I’m certain you do, should we schedule something for after school?” he asked as he looked into a day planner on his desk.
“My next period is a study hall. I’m all yours.” I said cutely as I lied.
“Ah. Super. What do you need help with then?” he said as he returned to cleaning the black board.
“Um, all of it, I guess.” I said while shrugging my shoulders.
“All of it? Well, you’ve waited to long if you need help with all of it. And your last test scores showed you understood these concepts.” He was going to prattle on continuously until I walked up to him and pressed a thin finger to his lips.
“You caught me. I don’t need help with math. I need help with this.” I said as I reached down and ripped open my dress shirt. The small buttons either pulled through the holes or ripped off the thread and bounced down on his desk and classroom as I pulled the entire front of my shirt open to expose my breathtaking breasts contained in the cotton bra.
I looked up at him as I saw his eyes dart from my face to my chest a few times. He pressed his glasses up his nose, pointed at me, and said, “Young lady, this is not appropriate behavior. You need to button that shirt back up right this instant.”
“You need to get over here and start lovingly caressing and licking these breasts, you little toad.” I replied back to him harshly.
He blinked a few times and walked up to me, still pointing a finger and said, “Listen here, you little hussy!”
I cut him off and said back, “No you listen here dickhead. If you don’t start doing what I want right now, I’ll scream bloody murder. After three years in cheerleading I have an impressive scream. Everyone will come running, see me cowering in a corner, buttons shot off my shirt everywhere, hair frazzled, and see me crying about the big bad teacher trying to molest me to keep up my passing grade point average.” I stopped for a second to let it sink in while I hopped up on his desk, crossed my legs and spun small circles with my left foot before continuing, “Who do you honestly think will go down for this? Me? I have never missed a day of school, I’m on the cheerleading team, I could have any guy I wanted, and I’ve always been little miss perfect. You on the other hand are over the hill, just got out of a messy divorce, and have a half naked young girl on your desk with the buttons from her shirt all over your classroom.”
“What do you want?” He asked in a panicked voice, and I noticed his hands were shaking. He was smart enough to know as soon as my speech was done that he was getting screwed here one way or another.
“I want to get off. Your choice how, as I really don’t care. Finger-fuck me, eat me out, stuff your little dick in me, how ever you want to do it, but I don’t want to stop feeling orgasms until the next bell rings.” I told him as I held up my hands and pretended to look at the nails, but really I was watching his reaction out of the corner of my eyes.
With no other choice open to him he slowly walked over to me and knelt down in front of me as I uncrossed and spread my legs, scooted my ass up to the edge of his desk, and leaned back go give him access to my panty covered vagina.
As he began teasing me with his fingers and tongue through my panties I laughingly said out loud, “See, this is something we can both have fun doing! This is great!” and let out a low belly laugh.
Despite his awkward appearance, and nerdy visage Mr. Feeley ended up being a capable lover. He was able to bring me to enough orgasms enough that I felt quite content as the bell rang around an hour later. He stood up with out saying a word, zipped his pants up, grabbed his things and headed for the door.
As he opened it I turned my head and said with a large evil smile, “Feeley, I own you now. You are my plaything until I find someone else or grow bored with you.”
His eyebrows furrowed at me, and he stormed out of the classroom. I sat forward, peeled off my panties that had just been pulled aside for our games, and rubbed the crotch good and hard against my seeping wet slit. I then stood up, took them off, and deposited them in the bottom drawer of his desk all the way to the back.
I then grabbed my school bag and headed out to my next class like nothing was out of place at all, especially the fact that I had just finished screwing a teacher or that my shirt was half open. I waved to a few girls that knew Susie, and smiled at a couple boys and turned into the girl’s locker room.
I walked to Susie’s locker and entered her combination into the lock. As I pulled the door open my mount’s best friend Marsha bounded up next to me and said, “Susie! I haven’t seen you all day! I thought you were sick!” and hugged me tightly.
“I’ve been busy,” I replied with a bit of coldness creeping into my voice.
“I heard! Is that thing about Anthony Thatcher true? Oh my god you didn’t, did you? Boys are so sleazy! They will totally lie about anything to get rep.” She was babbling like an idiot.
“Shut up you stupid twit!” I said to her suddenly. She stopped and looked at me with wide eyes.
“What has gotten into you?” Marsha asked.
“I’m so sick of your incessant prattle about the dumbest shit! If you can’t rub two damned brain cells together to come up with a decent topic once a year it’s really not worth opening your mouth to begin with unless you are going to have a dick shoved in it.” I told her loudly.
By now we were drawing a crowd, and as the girls came over from the other rows of lockers she looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked in a mousey voice, “I thought we were best friends?”
“Well, that would circle right back around to the part of you being a fucking idiot, wouldn’t it?” I asked her back with venom in my voice.
That was enough to send the young girl over the edge, and she bolted from my sight with her face in her hands crying as she left the locker room. I looked around and noticed everyone staring at me and not moving, so I said out loud, “What the fuck is everyone looking at?” Causing the small group of people to quickly dissipate and head out into the gymnasium for class while muttering under their breath what a bitch I was.
I waited for about ten minutes to make sure everyone had left, and then picked up my bag and headed out of the doors and over to the boys locker room. I pushed open the doors like I belonged there, and smiled as I looked at the football players. I knew from my mount’s memories that they didn’t have the normal boy’s gym class, but instead took ten extra minutes getting ready in there equipment and had another football practice session. So when I walked in they were only half dressed and saw me standing there in a tiny uniform with the shirt half open because I only had a few buttons left.
“Hey boys, how about a little pre game action?” I asked as I cocked my legs.
“Oh hell yes.” I heard along with, “Check this crazy bitch out.” And “Isn’t she the one Anthony did yesterday? He said she was fucking tight in the sack!”
I walked over to a bench in between a row of lockers and sat down with my legs spread on either side, pulled my shirt off, and lifted my skirt up to let them all know that there was nothing between their dicks and paradise other than the clothes they were wearing.
“So boys, who wants to go first?” I asked, and lay back on the bench.
There was a flurry of activity as they all yanked pants down and darted over to shove a dick inside me. The first guy over with a hard dick jammed up against my outer lips, but suddenly he got yanked back by a much larger guy. He pressed up against me and I felt his dick shove my vaginal lips apart almost to the point of tearing me in half. He was HUGE! He fucked me hard, and my pussy didn’t have enough time to lube up properly. I grimaced and called out in pain.
“Yeah, you like that thick cock, don’t you whore?” He called out.
“Yes! Fuck me harder you ape!” I called back.
At that he grabbed my hair and yanked down hard as he thrust in me. My juices had caught up with his fucking now, and despite the pain from his original thrusting and the hair pulling I was building towards orgasm once more. He jack hammered into me like this would be the last time he ever fucked a woman. His dick was hard and long and I was eating it up. He finished way too early, though and as I felt him blow his load in my precious little pussy I snapped my legs up against his chest and kicked him off me as best I could with the small frame I had.
“Next! Keep it coming boys!” I called out as I put my legs back down and spread them, and another random boy lowered himself into position and began ramming into me. I was already sopping wet from the last boy and so I got to enjoy this thrusting from the start. He lasted a bit longer too, and I came hard with this boy. As I regained my senses I kicked him off as well. Another nameless faceless boy took his place and the cycle started over again.
I had probably fucked about half the team, though to be honest I wasn’t keeping track, when I saw Anthony walk in from the gym side doors to the locker room. He saw me and ran over, ready to punch the guy on top of me until he heard me call out in pleasure.
“What the hell? What is this Susan?” He called out in disbelief.
“It’s a fucking train you idiot, on your girl!” I heard some guy call out from behind me.
“I needed a good fucking, not someone who blows their load on my ass as soon as they get hard, Anthony. What did you expect me to do after you came so damned early?” I asked, “Besides, these guys have way bigger dicks and fuck better then you anyway.”
I heard laughing and jokes all around me as Anthony’s teammates started to rip into him. I think I even saw a tear start to form before he ran out of the locker room and back out into the gym. I knew I was probably running out of time to finish my trap, so I urged the guy between my legs on. He hadn’t pulled out of me even when making fun of Anthony. We quickly got back to fucking and after he finished I grabbed a new guy. After a few more, I noticed that the next guy to fuck me had already nailed me. They were coming back for seconds.
That meant it was time. I pushed the latest guy off me, stood up and grabbed my tattered shirt from the floor. I then grabbed my bag as all the guys started to complain about me no longer being on the bench with my legs spread waiting to be fucked by them. I opened the bag up, dug out the stained and bloodied panties, held them to my seeping pussy, and went running out of the locker room and into the hallway with my torn shirt in one hand and soiled panties in the other. As I pushed through the doors I let out a scream that would have woken the dead. I summoned some tears up and soon felt them streaming down my face as I walked down the hallway calling for help, screaming, and crying.
Before long every door into the hallway was open, and small groups of people were standing in them looking at me wearing just a skirt holding my torn shirt and a pair of bloody underwear. A nun ran over to me and I collapsed to my knees as she grabbed my shoulders.
“What happened child?” She asked as she gently stroked the hair out of my face and tried to comfort me.
“They grabbed me! They grabbed me and dragged me into the locker room! And then they tore off my clothes, and they… They…” I left the sentence unfinished and instead broke into tears.
The nun looked down the hallway at the door to the locker room, where a few half dressed football players were looking out at the spectacle. When they saw her looking, most of them ducked back into the locker room, but two of them decided to run. When they took off it made them all look guilty, and the nun swallowed my story hook, line and sinker.
“Call the headmaster! Call the police! Get those boys rounded up! Everyone get back into their rooms until you get further instructions!” She bellowed out in a loud booming voice.
I was pulled up off the floor and helped by three nuns to the headmaster’s office. He didn’t believe what happened at first, but as the nuns assured him they saw some of the boys run off he asked me to run through my story. But I just cried instead, and the nuns with me held my hands, and told me it was going to be okay.
Before long the police arrived, and shortly after that “my” mother arrived. A few detectives, my mother, some nuns, and the headmaster all stood around in his office and asked me to tell them what happened.
I sniffled back some tears and “bravely” started telling them that a few weeks ago I had gone to Mr. Feeley for help with my algebra assignment. He had told me there was no way that I was going to pass his class unless I took off my clothes. I didn’t want to, but I needed to pass, so I did. And then every few days I would go back and he got progressively worse until he was raping me. Then, he told the foot ball players about it, Anthony in particular. Word spread through the football team like wildfire that Mr. Feeley was raping me, and I told the group listening to my story that Anthony approached me and said if I didn’t want him telling everyone else in the school that I would have to start putting out for him too. I went home that night after Anthony raped me, and told them that some how Steven had found out, and that was why he had raped me last night. I then said I came in this morning, and Anthony wanted to take me in the janitor’s closet. I ran away from him, but he was too quick and pushed me into the girl’s room, where a classmate, Sara had tried to help me, but he had told us to ‘put on a show’ for him or he was going to hurt us both. Sara tried to fight back, but he had slammed her into the mirror, and I had escaped during the fight. I then left the bathroom, dazed and confused, when I had stumbled past the locker room, and gotten pulled in by a few football players who just started to rape me, and then the rest of the team joined in. A few of them held me down while the rest of them took turns.
I held up the bloody panties as proof. Everyone in the room gasped. The police asked for a bit more proof, and I told them that Mr. Feeley had made me leave a pair of panties one day as a souvenir and he still had them in a desk drawer. One of the detectives left immediately to confirm my story. My mother ran over to hug me and ask why I had not said anything sooner. I told her I was scared and embarrassed and then broke down into tears.
About that time the detective returned with the stained panties from Mr. Feeley’s desk with Feeley in tow. Feeley claimed I was lying and I was the manipulative one. I could see it in everyone’s eyes. They all wanted to tear him to pieces, and no one believed him. Everyone had bought my story.
I kept up the waterworks as they brought me to the hospital and did a rape test on me to collect semen and go after my “assailants.” My mother rode along with me, apologizing for not seeing something wrong and not stopping Steven earlier that night. I told her it didn’t matter, and it wasn’t her fault, but asked her if she could keep Ed away from me, as I would occasionally catch him looking at me, and it was the same look that Steven gave me before he raped me.
My mother was in shock. She asked me to explain more, and I said it wasn’t anything I could say for certain, but I just knew the look in his eyes. I knew it well, and it always ended in me being raped. I then broke down in sobs again, and she wrapped her arms around me and held me to her chest. As I pressed my face into her breasts I smiled and laughed on the inside.
Ed showed up at the hospital around twenty minutes later and as he walked into the room Diana started to scream at him. Of course he had no idea what he had done, because he hadn’t done anything, and soon was yelling back as “my” mother continued to drill into him. The nurse asked them to leave the room as I broke down in tears again, and then the police showed up to say that everyone had a different story, but so far all of the evidence matched the story I told them, and I could sleep soundly because they had everyone that had hurt me rounded up and none of them would go before a judge to make bail until the following morning.
I thanked everyone for being there for me, and made a large show of how much the police had done for me, but said I really needed some sleep, and I was exhausted from the past few days. They all told me how brave I was being, and then left the room, but I could still hear Ed and Diana going at it in the next room.
I smiled at all the mayhem I had caused. How I had destroyed the lives I had touched like a cancer and still gotten fucked in every way imaginable while doing it. All it had taken was a smile, blonde hair and a short skirt. All of these people were idiots. Idiots that were played like a well tuned instrument. But now it was time for the symphony I had directed to come to an end. I had just one more loose end to tie up.
I slid down out of bed and grabbed some normal clothes that had been brought for me by Ed from home, and took the car keys out of Diana’s purse that she had left in the room. I put the clothes on, grabbed my school bag, and quickly went to the door. I cracked it open and peered outside. Ed and Diana were fighting loudly, waving hands, and pointing at each other. The few nurses that were on this floor were busy trying to calm them down for the sake of the patients all around them.
I quietly slipped out the door and made my way down the hallway. Once I found a stairwell it was easy get to the parking lot and after a few minutes of searching for the car I was off on the road.
I started to drive and once I was around fifteen minutes away I reached into my school bag in the passenger seat and pulled out my cell phone. I called Diana’s number.
“Sweetie! Is that you? Where are you?” She asked in a worried tone that only a mother can have.
“I don’t know mom! While you and Ed were fighting some strange man snuck into my room! He had a gun, and told me he wasn’t going to let me testify against all those people! He grabbed me and told me that if I made a sound he’d shoot everyone, even you. He threw me in the trunk and we are going down the highway right now. I just remembered my cell phone but the battery is almost dead! Help me, please!” I cried out.
“It’ll be ok sweetie, the police will find you, what does the car and the man look like?” She asked in a hurried voice.
“He looked mean! And it was a red…” I said and hit the power button half way through the call.
I should get a fucking award for my acting. This was all just so fucking easy.
It was then that I saw the small church that Susie’s family usually attended, and I realized that if I just left town and ditched Susie’s body somewhere, no one would know about my involvement in all this. They would all just assume that those men were pigs, and Susie here was innocent. I needed to let someone know of my work. How everyone had let the wolf in sheep’s clothing wreak havoc in their lives.
So I pulled in, parked my car, and headed to the confessional booth.
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Confessional - Epilogue
I walked out of the confessional booth and the priest stepped out of his. My story was done. He looked at me with an expression of hatred. I relished it. I blew him a kiss, and slapped my ass as I walked out of the church and back to the car.
I drove down the road a few more miles until I came to convenience store. I hopped out and grabbed a tee shirt and some ugly shorts in a men’s size. The clerk didn’t see me heading back out the door until it was too late. I was already in the car pulling away as he ran out screaming, “Shoplifter! Thief!”
I drove further down the road for quite a while until I came upon an abandoned factory. I pulled the car in and drove it to the backside of a run down warehouse where no one would see the car when I parked it, then got out with my new clothes and headed into the run down building.
I found some rusting bailing wire holding a door open, and untied it and took it with me. I headed for what use to be an office when this building was actually being used. Once inside I looked around. It had seen better days. Half the walls were falling apart, pipes were exposed everywhere, and electrical wiring hung down from the ceiling.
I knelt down and begun to use the bailing wire to secure my hands tightly to a rusted pipe. I pulled the bailing wire so tight it cut into my skin, and I savored the pain, as I knew all this would all soon be over. I concentrated on leaving the lovely young girl that had been my ride for the past few days. I became liquid and flowed out of her.
I quickly donned my clothes and looked down at the sleeping young girl. I knelt by her and carefully brushed the hair out of the beautiful face I had just finished using as my own. Then I reached back and slapped her as hard as I could muster. Her limp sleeping body flopped on the floor, while her hands stayed tightly secured to pipe. I reached back and slapped her again hard across the face.
Finally her eyes started to move under her delicate eyelids. I stood up and kicked her in the stomach. Her eyes popped open and bulged out of her head as she gasped for breath from my kick. She blinked a few times and looked around while pulling at her restraints. She then saw me, and crawled back against the pipe, curling up and ducking her head to avoid anymore harsh blows.
“Welcome back!” I said cheerfully.
“What’s going on?” She asked as she continued to look around.
“You may not remember but I borrowed your body for a bit. You have made quite the mess back home young lady!” I said in a parental tone.
“What?” She asked, obviously not catching on to my conversation.
“Remember?” I reached down and roughly grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back to look at my face, “I called you down from the bleachers, you were reading that trash book, and I pressed you up against the building and took your body for my own?”
“You… You’re that slime.” She said as the lights finally clicked on in her thick skull.
“Finally a bit of intelligence,” I said as I held my arms wide and smiled at her.
“What do you want now?” She asked in a scared voice.
“Nothing,” I said plainly.
“Then what is all this?” She asked as she tugged on the pipe.
“I just wanted you to know that you are going to die here. I’m going to leave, and you are going to be trapped here. Scream all you want, but we are miles from anyone, and no one knows where you are. And I wanted the last person you saw to be the one that wrecked your entire life.” I said in a happy voice with a smile on my face.
“No, please, don’t do this! Please let me go.” She begged.
“Well, maybe. If you give me the best blow job of my life, I’ll consider untying you.” I told her, and with that I walked over and put my crotch in her face.
She looked up at me for half a second and then nodded.
“You stupid bitch. Is everyone in this town so easy to manipulate? I was never going to let you go. It was a trick. To see how far I could get you to go, and how easy it would be to get you there. You were about to put my dick in your mouth, even though I’ve destroyed your life,” I said and then gave her a hearty laugh.
She started to cry, and I mean uncontrollable sobs. I started to walk away, and called over my shoulder, “If you don’t stop the tears I’ll go back to town and make your mother every bit the ruined backstabbing cock slut that I made you.”
She sniffled a few times, and honestly tried to stop crying, so I spun around and said to her, “You still don’t fucking get it? You still stopped crying at the slightest threat! If I wanted your whore of a mother nothing you did would matter. I’d do whatever I wanted anyway. You waste of flesh.”
And with that I spun around and started to walk out of the warehouse. I didn’t know where I would end up next, or what I would do, but I knew as I walked away the screaming and crying of Susie Debinow behind me was music to my ears.