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

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Coach Genghis

“Yes, yes! That’s a good, little Cheer Whore! Wiggle that cute little ass on my cock,” Coach Genghis, unlike Billy, loved the way Isadora squealed and moaned, “we’re going to fill you up, bitch. We’re going to pump that little body full of our hot, old jizz and you’re going to love it! Then, once you’re quivering and dripping with cum—then, you can be a real Prufrock cheerleader.”

As Coach Genghis barked and sighed these words against Isadora’s ear, the Man With a Beard bit down on one of her puckered little nipples, driving his hips upward to match Count Olaf’s downward strokes, pressing the slender girl in the middle hard each time the two men’s bodies came together. While Olaf gripped her shoulders for leverage as he continued slamming her ass, the Man With a Beard was choking her with both hands, cutting off her breath as he began ejaculating into her tight, young pussy.

“You’re doing so well, Sweetness,” Fernald interjected from over Beard’s shoulder, still filming with one hand attachment while he reached out and caressed her reddened cheek with the flat edge of his other hand—back to his hook attachment, “Daddy is so proud of you.”

The Man With a Beard but No Hair had gone some time since the last time he’d had sex, sure, he was married to the Woman With Hair but No Beard—but their marriage was mostly sexless, more business partnership than romantic pairing and it had been longer still since he’d gotten the chance to fuck a teenaged, nubile thing like Isadora Quagmire—so when he came, his balls fired his cum deep into her pussy with nearly the force of a mousetrap spring. His cock jerked, retched and spasmed inside her, flooding her tiny pussy with hot, thick spunk—overflowing and leaking out around the base of his cock.

Just as the Man With a Beard released Isadora’s throat, Coach Genghis drove his hips forward, drilling his cock as deep into her ass as it would go and spraying her insides with his cum. Unlike the others, the Coach had cum several times the day before so his cum was not as thick as the cum in her pussy but it was just exactly as hot.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, yeahhhhh,” Coach Genghis sighed in his Southern drawl, “welcome to the cheer squad, whore.”

Both men pulled slowly out of Isadora’s gaping holes, depositing her onto her knees on the floor, at which point Fernald cut the stream and rushed over to help her up and into his arms. She was dripping with cum, but he still held her close, kissing her lips tenderly and affectionately.

“You did so good, babygirl,” Fernald sighed, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his middle, “Daddy’s got you now. Let’s go get you cleaned up and ready for school.”

It was a welcome privilege for Isadora—who usually had to clean her body using the mop sink in the janitorial closet, to use Carmelita’s shower and Fernald had equipped sponge attachments to both of his hands. He washed her tenderly and made gentle love to her again while they showered together. After the shower, Fernald used a second set of hand attachments to swiftly and easily French braid her hair. Her long, (now) damp, chestnut colored hair was woven into two distinct braids that were interwoven with baby blue and white ribbons that tied off at the end of the braids.

Fernald dressed her in her new cheer outfit. Gently pulling up her new, fishnet stockings, keeping her tiny skirt low enough on her hips to (barely) cover the round swell of her ass. Her top, which covered almost none of her athletic midsection, was also adjusted to fit her just so. Then, carefully and with much affection, he fixed the white, leather collar around her swanlike throat.

“This collar marks you as mine,” Fernald whispered, moving down to slip on her transparent, platform Stripper Heels, “so even when you’re acting as Klaus’ girlfriend, you can always remember who your Daddy is. Never forget that. And never forget that you’re my good girl. Now, it’s time to go back to your friends. Sugarbowl.”

*-*-*

Billy

“Not so fast, slut,” Billy smirked, pushing Violet’s hands away from his pants, “tie your hair back first. I want something to grab onto in case you’re no good at this.”

This was only partly true, in actuality, Billy had first come up with the idea of face-fucking the pretty orphan when he first witnessed her tying her hair back in the hallway—something about that action had turned him on. Maybe it was the way her huge breasts jutted forward as she reached back, or maybe it was the way her eyes drifted closed once her hair was up, or maybe he just liked the look of her with her hair tied back in a ponytail—but whatever the deep-rooted reason, he wanted her like that while she sucked him.

“And unbutton your blouse some, I want to at least see some of that hot cleavage while you blow me. Next time I might decide I want a titfuck.”

While Violet made Billy’s requested changes, he slid his leather belt from its loops and pulled it free from his slacks. His thick, nine-inch cock was getting harder and stiffer by the moment and Violet’s hesitance only served to make him harder. He wrapped the belt around the back of Violet’s neck and then began smearing his precum across her thick, pouty lips.

“There we go, now you can suck me. Show me what you’ve got Vioslut. If you don’t make me happy, I’m still going to go over there and kick your brother’s ass.”

*-*-*

Klaus

Carrying Sunny in his arms, Klaus wasn’t able to rush across campus as he wanted to but was walking at a rather urgent pace nonetheless. What Billy had said about Isadora had worried him. What would she even be doing in the dorms?

It had to be some kind of mistake—no way was she the type of girl to go around whoring herself out to those stuck-up dorm kids—he’d never even done anything more than kiss her. When they arrived at the janitorial closet, Klaus set Sunny down onto her feet—she was much better at walking already. He banged desperately on the closet door until Duncan answered, still bleary eyed from sleep.

“Oh, Klaus Baudelaire, good morning,” Duncan yawned, rubbing his eyes, “what can I do for you?”

“Is Isadora here?” Klaus’ tone was urgent and he was breathing hard.

“Hmm, no—I guess she’s not,” Duncan noticed, seemingly for the first time that the pile of dirty towels on which Isadora usually slept was empty and the hanger on which she hung up her school uniform was similarly empty, “where could she have gone?”

“Do you think she went to the dorms?” Klaus felt his heartbeat in his throat.

“I mean, I doubt it. They won’t even let us in the door over there unless we’re being hosted by a resident. She probably just went to get some breakfast.”

“Blahgb-Vgruss!” Sunny interjected, which in toddler language meant Breakfast! Violet had been correct, Sunny was very hungry and didn’t particularly care about Isadora’s whereabouts while her own sister was being forced into vile perversion by a plus-sized bully.

“Good idea. Let’s go to the cafeteria and wait for her there.”

Klaus had done a good job up to that point of not thinking about what Violet was doing, back at the Orphan Shack, but now the guilt was nagging at him. Why wouldn’t Isadora cheat on him if she had the chance? He couldn’t even prevent his own sister from getting face-raped by that fat fuck.

Klaus found a couple of apples that didn’t look too wilted for Sunny to crunch on while he and Duncan brought plastic platters of burned toast and scrambled, powdered eggs to one of the many open tables in the cafeteria.

“She’s not here, should we look for her?” Klaus was growing increasingly frantic.

“I’m sure it’s fine. Sometimes she uses the hall bathroom to get ready because the water from the sink gets warmer than the mop sink. Look! Here she comes now…” Duncan trailed off as the sight of her temporarily took his breath away. She barely resembled his sister at all—half naked and done-up with more makeup than she would ever need.

Klaus just stared, his mouth hanging open.

“Gghagh-Bulb’m,” Sunny remarked, rolling her eyes, Close your mouth, before you start catching flies.

 

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~Isadora~

“Uh huh, uh huh.....ohhhh fuck!” She cried out as Coach Genghis and the man with a beard fucked her ass and pussy. She felt so incredibly full. She wasn’t sure what aroused her more the idea of being able to flaunt herself in her new cheerleading uniform or being fucked like a little sex doll by multiple different men with various sizes of cocks who were all old enough to be her daddy.

Her back arched when the bearded man bit her nipple. Her perky breasts or at least the one he’d bitten bounced in his mouth. Her whole body was on fire with lust.

“You’re doing so well, Sweetness,”

A bubble of excitement hit her at the sound of her actual daddy praising her. Was he proud of her? She was doing it! She was earning her cheerleading uniform anyway possible.

“Daddy is so proud of you.”

It was almost like he could read her mind like he was ....telephonetic? Telekesis? It was almost like he could read minds!

The last few thrusts from the bald guy with a beard were probably the best though because she could feel his cum coating her insides and the same went for the coach too. She had cum sometime between one of them cumming in her though she couldn’t pinpoint when she’d done it. The time seemed to mesh together. When they both pulled out of her she was on the ground exhausted.

But she was thankful that her daddy was there to take care of her as he carried her to the shower.

Jeez it’s felt like it had been so long since she’s had a shower in a more private setting than in the gym locker rooms. She smiled weakly up at him. “I did okay, didn’t I daddy?” Could she even walk? He’d told her she’d done well which was satisfying enough. She looked at herself in the mirror and would’ve twirled around like Carmelita usually did but her legs felt like Jelly.

~~Violet~~

“Not so fast, slut, tie your hair back first. I want something to grab onto in case you’re no good at this.”

He had moved her hands away from his cock in order for her tie her hair up. For a minute, she was reluctant before reaching in her pocket to grab her hair ribbon. She slowly reached behind her, breasts pushing forward in the already tight blouse. She gathered her brown hair and tied it up in a ponytail. It was then that Billy ordered her to undo some of her buttons. Her jaw clenched as one hand moved to undo some of her own buttons. About 3.

A chill went down her spine when after Billy took off his belt it wrapped around her neck, causing her to make a little gagging sound as his cock rubbed against her lips. Instinctively against her better judgement she licked the precum off her lips. She leaned forward and with one hand stroked him a little before guiding it into her mouth.

She took in more inch by inch glancing up at Billy to gauge his reaction. When her head slid to the tip of his head her hand massaged her saliva into his cock as her head bobbed back up.

Up and down, up and down and gag just a tiny bit as her breasts jiggled beneath her top.

~~Isadora~~

Isadora yawned slightly making her way to the cafeteria. Gaps in her memory frustrated her. She remembered Carmelita coming to get her for her try outs or...was it Carmelita and that she wasn’t supposed to tell Violet which ended up being to her advantage as she now wore the blue cheerleading uniform.

“Morning guys!” She smiled flirtatiously at Klaus.

A feeling of disgust washed over her and the bitter thought that Klaus wasn’t nearly old enough to satisfy her needs. It was quick and she barely understood why she would think like that.

“What’s wrong?” Both guys looked stunned at her new look. “I-is it...i-is it too much? “

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Billy

“Yeah, just like that… oh, shit… good slut,” Billy grinned, leaving his belt draped around Violet’s neck like a lingering threat, while his other hand wrapped around the back of her head, his index finger and his thumb forming a ring around her ponytail, “take your hands away. Just use your mouth.”

The venom had seeped out of Billy’s tone and he sounded almost tender with her as he gave instructions. Billy had never really been terribly popular, bullying had been something of a reaction to being an outcast for his weight, which in turn made him outcast among the outcasts for being a bully. The truth was, this was his first blowjob ever and he wasn’t even sure how to handle himself so he just went with what felt right, or what he’d seen in hardcore, XXX pornography.

With his other hand, Billy reached down past her gently bobbing head to grasp and squeeze one of her luscious melons through her blouse. He gripped and squeezed it tightly, kneading the soft flesh in his palm until a fourth button slipped from its hole and her blouse fell more open. When she moved her hands away, Billy began moving Violet’s head for her, sliding her supple lips up and down his shaft until his cockhead met the clenching back of her throat, then he’d drag her back by her ponytail, just to stuff her throat again.

“Yeah… yeah, like that… good girl,” Billy sighed, “cup the balls—gently now! Yeah, rub them. I’m getting close!”

Indeed, Billy could already feel that yearning itch at the back of his ball sack that told him he was almost ready to blow his load. He couldn’t wait to blast his hot, thick sperm all over Violet’s pretty face, but he resolved to hold it together just a bit longer to see how deep he could force his cock down her throat, having felt how wonderfully tight and warm the inside of her throat felt.

“Take me deep now, slut. Take it all the way—” Billy leaned forward, releasing her breast in favor of gripping the back of her head with both hands as he forced his big cock all the way down into her clenching, inexperienced throat, “oohhh fuck, yesss…”

*-*-*

Klaus & Duncan

“No!” Klaus shouted, almost too loud in the cafeteria, “it’s—I mean, it’s a lot. But baby, you make it look so good!”

Klaus raced over to Isadora, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and giving her a sweet kiss on the lips—totally ignorant of where those lips had been and what they’d been doing only a few hours prior. He helped her to the table they were sharing, as her transparent, platform heels looked very uncomfortable and near impossible to walk in—though Isadora didn’t seem to be having much trouble. He pulled her chair out for her and then sat next to her, letting his hand come to rest on the elaborate lace at the edge of her stocking.

“You look amazing…” Klaus reiterated.

“Plubbb-ick-Gagg-ord,” Sunny interjected, which meant Stop drooling, brother. You’re too old for that.

“Isadora… where have you been? You weren’t there when I woke up. Klaus and I were both worried,” Duncan weighed in, the concern evident in his voice. He wasn’t quite as thrilled with his sister’s new uniform as Klaus was, “you know what it says on your… top, don’t you?”

“But that’s probably just Count Olaf, the dress code, all these strange and unwelcome encounters—he’s clearly trying to humiliate our sisters. But Isadora, you must have turned it around on him, right? The joke’s on him, because you look so good and aren’t embarrassed at all. Isn’t that right?” Klaus hurriedly invented an explanation for why Isadora would wear a dog collar and the word “WHORE” across her chest. “you really do look incredible.”

“Still… that’s a filthy word to have written on your clothes. People might think—”

“Good Mar-nin, stu-dants!” the distinct Southern drawl of Coach Genghis interrupted Duncan’s sincere concern for his sister’s reputation, “tuh-day is a very special day here at Pru-frock Prep. Tuh-day, I—your beloved Coach Genghis, will be hosting try-outs for all of our school’s sports teams. Stu-dance who wish to try out are excused from classes while they try out. Cheerleading tryouts will take place first, as welcome our first cheerleaders Carmelita Spats—head cheerleader, and Isa-whora Quagmire, who made the squad this morning with a very compelling performance. After Cheerleading will be baseball, then football, then basketball, then wrestling, then tennis, then badminton. At the end of the day—there will be a Pep-Rally, to introduce all of our new Stu-dense ass-uh-letes. As always, atten-dance is required. See all you Dead Horses soon. What can’t be beat?”

“A Dead Horse!” several students around the cafeteria shouted in rhythmic reply, a call-and-response cheer that Prufrock Prep was known for.

“Congratulations, Isadora. I knew you could do it.” Klaus smiled, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.

“Klaus, it sounds like this Genghis character—or Count Olaf, is trying to galvanize the school against itself. I think that we’d better try to make it onto one of the sports teams—otherwise, we’ll be left out and they can turn the rest of the athletes, not to mention our sisters, against us.”

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” Klaus nodded in agreement, “I think I can hold my own at badminton.”

 

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~Violet~

Her head bobbed back and forth as Billy moaned. She felt him grab her pony tail, the feel of his belt slightly loosened but it was still there. As directed she’d stopped using her hands to work Billy’s cock. The venom in his voice disappeared slowly which to her meant he was enjoying it which meant this would be over soon didn’t it? He was grasping and squeezing her tits and despite the situation they were slightly hardening.

She blamed it on the fact that she hadn’t gotten laid in awhile.

Billy began taking control of the situation and rhythm of how she sucked by grabbing her pony tail and guiding her head. His cock went down deeper and deeper down her throat. She started making gurgling sounds each time the tip hit the back of her throat.

“Yeah… yeah, like that… good girl,” Billy sighed, “cup the balls—gently now! Yeah, rub them. I’m getting close!”

She reached up and grabbed his balls gripping them harder than she was supposed to but was admonished for it. Violet rolled her eyes as his cock continued to try and force its way deeper down her throat while rubbing them. She could hardly breathe. She had to remind herself that she had to breathe through her nose. Billy hadn’t released her breast until now.

As his cock went down as far as it could go down her throat, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he used both of his hands to hold her head in place. This had been the second time that someone had misused her and she’d probably never be able to wear her ponytail the same way anymore.

These were her thoughts as Billy continued to abuse her mouth and throat. Her optimism in this place was slowly starting to dwindle with every passing day and she was starting to believe no one would be able to save them.

~Isadora~

“No!” Klaus shouted, almost too loud in the cafeteria, “it’s—I mean, it’s a lot. But baby, you make it look so good!”

Isadora had to keep from laughing out loud at the eagerness in Klaus’ voice. Instead she giggled cutely and twirled around making a show of it. Klaus rushed over and kissed her on the lips. It was sweet and nauseating. It was so childish and so like a virgin who didn’t know how to please a woman. Isadora had to push the thoughts away. It was really starting to feel like she was two different people stuck in one body.


“But that’s probably just Count Olaf, the dress code, all these strange and unwelcome encounters—he’s clearly trying to humiliate our sisters. But Isadora, you must have turned it around on him, right? The joke’s on him, because you look so good and aren’t embarrassed at all. Isn’t that right?”


“Yeah, the coach asked me to come.....” she paused,”in early for try outs I mean. They needed a co captain or whatever. Of course Carmelita wasn’t happy about it. “ she explained to her brother after having taken a seat. “It is school protocol especially if you want to be on the cheer squad and if we want to beat count Olaf.”She lied. “You worry too much, Klaus thinks it looks fine. Doesn’t it Klaus?” She looked at him with doe eyes. She beamed when he said she looked incredible and kissed his cheek. “My brother just worries too much. “ she said all of this after Coach Ghengis’ explanation of the tryouts and why order they would be in.


After the boys decided what they would try out for, she finally realized that Violet hadn’t cut in with her goody two shoes comments about her shirt or dog choker.

“Where’s Violet? She’ll miss the tryouts and if she misses them she’d probably have to beg Count Ghenghis....I mean Olaf to even let her try out let alone get on the team.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Billy

“Ow! Fuck! Not so rough, dumb bitch!” Billy chided when Violet grabbed his balls too roughly, but his snarl gave way to a sigh as she stroked them more gently, “yeah, like that. That’s better… yeah… I think we’re almost there.”

Billy began jerking Violet’s head back and forth faster now, as he felt his cum rising up the thick shaft of his cock. When Violet’s throat convulsed around him and he felt her starting to gag, he cinched his belt closed around her pale, slender neck and forced himself all the way deep for the first time, bringing his heavy, wet balls to rest on Violet’s dripping chin.

“Fuck, here it comes, slut!” Billy groaned, pushing his stomach into Violet’s face as he held her down and gyrated his hips, “wear it all—fucking slut!”

The first glut of hot, thick semen shot straight down Violet’s throat with no means for her to taste, smell or see it—a waste, in Billy’s opinion. When the next glut came firing out of the smooth head of his cock, Billy released the belt and his grip on Violet’s ponytail. As she came up for air, he flooded her mouth with the thick, smelly fruit of his balls, filling her mouth with the hot, thick gunk in a fraction of a second. For his final shots of cum, Billy grabbed Violet’s long, curled bangs in his fist and held her face back and aloft for him to decorate and smear with his thick, yellowish jizz until his flow tapered out and he wiped the head across her full, pouty lips.

“Oh shit… absolutely fucking glazed you,” Billy smirked, releasing Violet’s hair and wiping his hand on the breast of his school blazer, “honestly, I don’t think you’ve ever looked better.”

The last blast of Billy’s cum had spread across Violet’s face at a diagonal, dangling from her eyebrow and clinging to her eyelashes before cris-crossing the bridge of her nose where he’d jerked out the last few drops. Her lips and the corners of her mouth were smeared with clear jizz, like some hastily slapped on lip gloss.

“Good job, Slut,” Billy grinned, securing his belt back around his hips, “with a little bit more practice, you’ll be among the best. I’ll see you at lunch.”

Billy kissed the palm of his hand and then shoved her head with his palm on her forehead, a confusing blend of spite and tenderness.


*-*-*

Duncan

There was a sick feeling in the pit of Duncan’s stomach and it only got worse each time his eyes landed on his sister. Her hair, neatly braided and combed together with ribbons—lipstick, blush and eyeliner that he had no idea where she got it from—that cursed dog collar around her neck, so carefully matched to the rest of her skimpy, little cheer outfit. Carmelita didn’t wear a dog collar… something was off.

Ever since the fire robbed them of their third sibling, parents and home—no one had been closer to Duncan than his sister, and vice versa—now, suddenly, it was like he was sitting across from a stranger. He didn’t know who this girl was, occupying Isadora’s body but it wasn’t her, not the real Isadora…

It was almost unthinkable, science fiction—at best! But every time he looked into Isadora’s bottomless blue eyes, Duncan didn’t recognize his sister. This wasn’t the quick-witted poet who lined her headboard with Shakespearean sonnets, or the alert gaze of the girl who’d smelled the smoke early and saved his life.

Duncan liked Klaus, but they’d only just met him. He couldn’t be counted on to notice that this was some imposter in his sister’s place. Klaus even seemed to delight in the change, like he was now, but Duncan refused to be deceived. He needed to find a strategy, he needed to learn more about what was going on, about how he could help save his sister who had saved him from death in a fire.

“I’ll see you guys at first period—or, Klaus at least. I guess you’ll be overseeing the cheerleader try-outs, sis. I just remembered something that I… I’ve got an overdue library book.”

“A library is like an island in a vast ocean of ignorance,” Klaus quipped, never breaking eye contact with Isadora, “I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Duncan remarked, rushing past a group of rough-looking young men in letter jackets as he rushed to the library.

Duncan burst through the doors, eagerly looking for the pretty, older woman who he’d met earlier. Ms. Caliban, he recalled. As he came through the doors, the sight stopped him in his tracks. Bookshelves overturned, index cards scattered, lamps broken…

“What happened here?” Duncan asked of the seemingly empty room, “Ms. Caliban? Are you in here?”

*-*-*


Klaus

It was almost like the rest of the world disappeared when Isadora was around—he’d nearly forgotten about his own sister and the vile task he’d left her with until Isadora mentioned it. It grieved him to think about Violet that way, on her knees, sucking cock—even more complicated to think of her like that while his cock was already hard for Isadora in her new outfit.

Was Violet hot? The thought had never occurred to Klaus before.

Just as Klaus seemed ready to make some dangerous realizations within himself a large group of older-looking and decidedly larger young men clamored into the cafeteria. They were shoving one another, laughing loudly and even punching one another in the arm. They were like a whirlwind of leather-sleeved violence and boorish displays of bravado.

The group of older boys cut through the line of other kids grabbing last minute food before classes were scheduled to begin, picking and choosing what they picked off of the buffet line. Their conversation was so loud it was impossible not to overhear.

“You’re full of shit, Darren,” one of them with a facial scar exclaimed, “I tripped over you when I woke up, I know you were sleeping!”

“You don’t know shit. I was layin’ down, but I wasn’t asleep! I’m tellin’ you I’ve been up a full sixty hours. It’s like being shitfaced.”

“I still feel shitfaced—from being shitfaced.”

“Naw, Colls—that bitch last night was shitfaced!”

“Yeah right, asshole. I keep mine clean.”

“Not nearly as clean as it was after.”

“All the better for my next customer.”

They laughed loudly, carrying their haul of lime-green Jello, chocolate pudding cups and plates full of bacon. They laughed with their mouths open and shouted every word in competition with one another. They were like a nightmare and under the table, Klaus grasped Isadora’s fishnet covered thigh under the table.

One of them even came over, joined them, sitting across from Klaus, barely even sparing a glance at Isadora.

“Ow’s it goin’, mate? Name’s Elijah—just transferred schools on a sports scholarship. ‘Ow d’they call you?” the light-skinned black man with tattoos inquired, extending a friendly hand that Klaus tentatively shook.

“Um… I’m Klaus.”

“Nice to meet you, Klaus—I ‘ope we can be best mates.”

 

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*Isadora*

“You don’t know shit. I was layin’ down, but I wasn’t asleep! I’m tellin’ you I’ve been up a full sixty hours. It’s like being shitfaced.”

Why did those voices seem familiar to her? It was weird because she was certain she’d never met them before but something in the back of her head made her slightly excited to hear them. It was frivolous really and at the moment Isadora had to question most of what she was thinking within the last few hours.

Annoyance at sweet Klaus, being perfectly okay with her new clothes, it was all extremely odd.

Their laughter echoed as they made their way to the table where she and Klaus sat. Isadora frowned as they sat with them and made friendly conversation with Klaus. She had this odd.....attraction to them, all of them. Something about them appealed to her more so than Klaus did.

“Hi! I’m Isadora...” she said leaning just a bit too forward letting shirt hang loosely down so that a bit of her breasts could be seen as she held her hand out for a handshake.


~~~

*Violet*


”Fuck, here it comes slut—fucking take it all....”

God she hated this or at least she should be hating this. As cum drizzled in her mouth filling it up then all over her mouth Violet felt her pussy clench. The worst part was when Billy finished she had to find a way to clean herself up. She couldn’t walk into the cafeteria with cum all over her face.

She couldn’t let anyone see her like this especially her siblings.

“Oh shit… absolutely fucking glazed you, honestly you’ve never looked better.”

She glared at silently made a note to herself to get Billy back. Somehow, someway he’d regret this. Of course he wasn’t finished as the last of his cum hit her eyelash. She shut her eyes so that it wouldn’t get inside of her eyelid. She felt some hit her lips.

He mocked her even more and still she stayed quiet. After all, silence could be a great truth. When he left she reached for a wash cloth which was actually just a dirty rag because they lived in a shack. It was dry from lack of water and there was time to go gather water.

She wiped the cum off with the smelly cloth off her eyelid and her blouse though it would hardly remove the stain. She then proceeded to hurry to the cafeteria just as Coach Ghengis made the end announcement about how Isadora made it on the squad.

That was...odd cheerleader tryouts hadn’t already happened. Had they? Searching through the crowd she tried to find her siblings and the triplets.

Why did it seem like the school had gotten slightly bigger with more students though some of them looked more like 30 + year olds. What was going—

“HEY! Watch it Cakesniffer!” Carmelita snapped. The red head looked her over and smirked. “Your shirt is all messy is that cause your poor and can’t afford to wash your uniform?”

“Fuck off Carmelita.” Violet snapped while doing her best not to blush because even though Carmelita had no idea what it was didn’t mean what happened 20 minutes ago wasn’t still fresh in her mind.

“Mouth off all you want cake sniffer. Guess who missed the cheerleading try outs. I’ll give you a hint, it was you stupid cake sniffer.”

Violet was tempted to let her know that she hadn’t exactly given a hint. “Carmelita that wasn’t a hint, you literally just told me....”

“And the only orphan that made the squad was your orphan cake sniffer bestie, Isadora. The only way you could even dream of being on this team is if you talk to coach Genghis and that means you’ll have to do special tasks to even just get him to listen to you. TAKE THAT CAKESNIFFER!” Carmelita started cackling alone and then paused and sighed dramatically. “LAUGH WITH ME OR YOURE ALL OFF THE SQUAD.” She screamed with a stomp. The girls all laughed even as fake as it sounded it seemed Carmelita was bound to get her way.

Did she really want to be on the cheer squad with an 18 year old tyrant running the show plus she’d have to probably do some unspeakable things for Olaf to even consider her on the cheer squad. As the annoying ringing of their laughter Violet shook her head and started to walk off only to have Carmelita pull her open milk out and dump it all over her head. Now her already tight clothes cling to her body even more.

“Oops.” Carmelita said with a laugh.

Violet took a few deep breaths trying not to go crazy on the little red head.

“Have a nice day Carmelita.” Violet said through clenched teeth before walking away.

 

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Elijah turned his lip up and glared at Isadora as she introduced herself flirtatiously, looking in sidelong disgust at her perky breasts as she leaned forward. He gave her hand a light shake before turning his attention back to Klaus. The other transfer students remained some feet away, as they had no concern for Klaus or Isadora beyond her body and his wealth.

“Charmed, I’m sure. Anyway, Klaus, are you planning to try out for one of the sport clubs? Track maybe? Seems to be the talk of the day…” Elijah began, making polite conversation as he bit into a horseradish apple and grimaced.

It was then that Carmelita made her entrance, flanked by a half-dozen other cheerleaders dressed in more modest, traditional cheer uniforms. The other transfers screamed with laughter as the carton of milk poured over Violet’s head, soaking her uniform blouse and pasting her bangs to her forehead.

“You malicious cunt!” Elijah shouted, standing up so fast that his chair toppled over behind him, “you leave that poor girl the fuck alone!”

Elijah rushed over to Violet’s side with a speed and determination that actually put Klaus to shame, he spiked the foul-tasting apple on the ground for emphasis. Elijah draped his well-made, heavy letter jacket around her shoulders to better preserve her modesty. He then wrapped his muscular, tattooed arms around her, revealing that he’d removed the sleeves from his button-up shirt underneath his jacket.

“Fucking mouthy ginger. Go choke on some cocks, and leave her alone,” Elijah seethed, with well impersonated rage, “are you alright, love?”

By the time Klaus arrived to help comfort his sister, Elijah was already steering her toward the table where Isadora and Sunny were waiting. Elijah’s hand moved over Violet’s back, gently warming and comforting her as they sat down together.

“I’m Elijah. Why did that little twat come after you like that?”

“That’s Carmelita, she’s basically the school bully. A real nightmare, especially since Count Olaf made her head cheerleader.” Klaus answered on Violet’s behalf, handing his sister a banana that had fewer brown spots than the others.

“Who’s Count Olaf?” Elijah feigned innocence.

“A wanted criminal and confirmed villain who lives to torment my sisters and I. You might know him as Coach Genghis.”

“Coach Genghis? A criminal? I never would have imagined…” Elijah relished the opportunity to flex his acting abilities. He and Olaf—though allies for the moment, had a long history of “creative differences” within the realm of theatre.

Just then the bell rang.

“Glggbup, Diddoua.” Sunny sighed, which roughly translated to Back to the grind.

*-*-*

“That is correct. I am the new principal of Prufrock Preparatory Academy,” The Man With a Beard but No Hair, stated calmly from his seat across from Vice Principal Nero, “as you can see, I am a distinguished alumni of Prufrock Prep and my qualifications are exemplary.”

“Well, I—I—I—,” Nero stammered, clutching his violin to his chest, “I had hoped that the Academy would promote… uh, from w-w-w-within!”

“The School Board is still quite upset with the previous principal’s sudden disappearance. Their approach is less of a replacement strategy and more of a regime change.”

At the words “Regime Change,” Nero swallowed loudly.

“While it’s generally the approach of a new regime to ‘clean house,’ or get rid of every trace of the old guard—I’m perfectly satisfied with the work you’ve done in the previous principal’s absence. I’d be delighted to keep you on in your current capacity, with more time allotted for you to pursue your true talent.”

“The—the violin?”

“The Violin.”

It was just then that Sunny awkwardly toddled into the room, drawing the focus of both men’s eyes. She stood there, not recognizing the bearded man—but he recognized her.

“You’ll no longer require the services of a secretary, so I have a different—more appropriate job for her.”

This time it was Sunny who swallowed loudly.

 

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~*Isadora*~

Why had she done that? Why had she introduced herself as flirtatiously as she did and right in front of Klaus as if his feelings couldn’t have mattered less. Klaus hadn’t seemed to make notice of it or pay much attention to it unless he was just acting oblivious to the whole situation in order to not upset her.

Though a bit of her felt rejected again, she wasn’t sure why she felt rejected. She just did! Instead of showing it though she heard a far and distant voice remind her to keep Klaus on edge. She couldn’t do that if she was fawning over the new guy....

But she wasn’t fawning over him!

“Klaus you’d look amazing in a letterman jacket not that you don’t look amazing now.” Isadora purred leaning into him, pressing her boobs onto his arm.

Suddenly the ruckus of Carmelita filled the cafeteria and grabbed everyone’s attention.

~~*Violet*~~

She was soaked to the bone and shivering from the chill of the milk. Suddenly a letterman jacket fell over her shoulders. She looked up at the tall British man, he looked older than most of the students. He was either really dumb or one of Olaf’s men.

Really, she shouldn’t be so suspicious but that was hard not to do when Count Olaf was nearby.

“Uh thank you.” Her eyes roamed over him for a brief second. He wasn’t terrible looking, not to say she didn’t find Duncan handsome but Duncan had seemed to vanish when she needed him. Violet wasn’t the normal damsel in distress but it was nice to know you had that option if needed.

“Your sleeves are ripped revealing your muscles....” she flushed because those last three words were way to observant,”I mean, isn’t that against the dress code. Aren’t you worried you’ll get written up?”

He was guiding her to Sunny and Isadora. Isadora’s uniform screamed whore...literally. Did she really want a title on her her cheer uniform? It suddenly occurred to her that what was his name? Elijah. He’d led her to a table that she would’ve gone to.

How did he know? Sure it looked like he was sitting here already, but how ironic was it that he would be sitting with her siblings and new friend.

“Oh sorry, I’m Violet. You know my brother?” She looked at Klaus,”Are you guys classmates?”

~*Olivia*~

Olivia felt broken. She’d been lying in the library numb to everything. She’d only woken up a few hours ago and had only managed to put her clothes on. They weren’t as beat as they usually were though. It looked as though she’d spent the last few days in an orgy which was basically what had happened.

Her hair, there was no way she had the energy to put it up in its neatly placed bun either. She knew she would have to clean herself up but she hadn’t expected any visitors so early.

Apparently her assumptions had been wrong though. While she tried to stay quiet she moved slightly and whimpered in pain. God her body hurt so much.

“Back....here.” There was no use hiding. It would only last so long. “Behind rows A5 and A6.”

 

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Klaus/Elijah

Klaus blushed deeply when Isadora pressed herself against him but the outline of her “Whore” patch reminded him that Count Olaf had a hand in all of this. As Violet rejoined them, Klaus was already standing. He knew too well that punishments for tardiness could further impact his already low status amongst his peers. Still, he much preferred Isadora’s flirtation directed at him. He failed to notice that he was erect until after he stood up.

“We should get to class,” Klaus stated flatly, tying to cover himself with his books, “and Violet, if you’re still going out for the Cheer squad, be careful.”

“Yes, be careful,” Elijah added, somewhat out of turn, “I’m a transfer athlete, so I’m expected to be there for all the tryouts. I’ll look after you, Violet. I’ve only just met your brother, but I hope we can be good friends. I’d like to be your friend as well.”

Klaus gave a sidelong glance to Violet. This Elijah person seemed eager to be liked, by he and his sister in particular—but he was a long way from trusting him with Violet’s wellbeing. As Klaus led the procession into the hallway, Elijah placed his large hands on the backs of Violet and Isadora’s necks.

“We’re all headed to the gym, Klaus. I’ll walk them to make sure nothing happens,” Elijah grinned, “as for my uniform, Violet. We athletes are given special privileges with regard to the dress code—just like the cheerleaders.”

When he mentioned the cheerleaders, Elijah jostled Isadora’s head back and forth, by way of example.

“If you don’t like it, though, I can wear a whole shirt tomorrow,” Elijah continued talking to Violet as he led the two girls toward the locker rooms, out of Klaus’ earshot, “as for you, since you’re not on the squad yet, you ought to wear your new P.E. Uniform. Everyone has one in their locker. I’ll meet you in the gym.”

With this, Elijah joined the group of other Letter Jacketed transfer students as they filed into the boys’ locker room.

*-*-*

Duncan

Duncan found Ms. Caliban without difficulty, once she triangulated herself via the library’s meticulous shelving system—though he doubted many of the books even remained on shelves, given the mess of the library. The poor librarian looked like she’d been dragged behind a truck. Her ordinarily tidy, brunette hair was down and disorderly. Her glasses were canted to one side, maybe broken. Most alarming of all, to Duncan, the top two buttons of her blouse were left alarmingly undone.

The librarian was quite busty and Duncan was inexperienced.

“Ms. Caliban! You look terrible!” Duncan cried out, his surprise overriding his sense of discretion, “have you been attacked? Has there been some sort of intruder?”

It seemed the only logical explanation, some hideous villain had come in, assaulted Ms. Caliban and vandalized the library. It seemed as though villains were everywhere today—Duncan had to remember why he’d come to the library in the first place. Isadora, Violet—he had to help his friends.

“My sister is acting strange, I’m worried she might be under hypnotic suggestion. Do you have any books about subconscious conditioning or hypnosis?”

Duncan helped Ms. Caliban up to sitting, trying not to glance at the tears in her stockings.

*-*-*

Coach Genghis

With the Vice Principal safely under thumb, Coach Genghis strode confidently from the office into the gymnasium. The cheerleaders were already gathered, not needing to change and the first of the applicants were turning up in their new athletic uniforms. The new uniforms consisted solely of an ash grey half-shirt—all cut to be very tight and similarly small, bikini cut, burgundy bloomers. A Japanese inspired PE outfit, taken just a step past tasteful.

The Coach observed the field of applicants with dissatisfaction. Just about all of the physically attractive coeds had been summarily added to the squad—so those hoping to try out were not the cream of the crop. Truthfully, this whole try-out charade was all for the purpose of ensnaring one particular wannabe.

The Gym was set up with gymnastic mats piled up on either side of a single hurdle which stood between both stacks. The Transfer students were also streaming into the gym, roughhousing and cajoling one another. As a Coach, Coach Genghis approved of their camaraderie.

Coach Genghis blew the whistle loudly.

“Alright, girls… thank you all for coming in today. I uh-pers-he-ate your school spirit—but sadly, not all of us were meant to be cheerleaders. Nearly all of you are unfit, so if I point at you—Butterface,” Genghis pointed out a girl with acne and braces, “you can go back to your classes—thick thighs.”

Genghis continued weeding through the group of girls, pointing out their flaws on a whim and dismissing them without another word. His speech continued and the crowd dwindled.

“It’s not that you’re not good enough—flat chest. It’s just that someone else is more deserving—flat ass. In fact, there’s only one of you who’s cheerleading material—freckle shoulders. It’s just not you—straight-up fat.

“Violet Baudelaire, you’re the lucky girl who gets to audition for the cheerleading squad. In fact, we’ve made a special position, just for you. You just have to prove your flexibility. Do you think you’re up to it?”

By now it was just the groups of cheerleaders and athletes waiting on either side of the hurdle. Both groups had thoroughly enjoyed the Coach’s performance of tearing into the other girls. They all watched anxiously to see how Violet would respond.

 

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~*Isadora/Violet*~

While Klaus may not have noticed his hard on Isadora was the first notice though she couldn’t say if Violet had noticed. It probably would’ve been too weird for his sister to notice something like that.

As they all descended to the hallway, Isadora Waves flirtatiously at Klaus before Carmelita screamed for her, not sexually but literally. Jeez her mind seemed to be all over the place.

“I hope to see you in that letterman jacket my handsome Mercutio!”

Even that sounded wrong and by the way Violet was looking at her, it must’ve been.

“HEY WHORE STOP FLIRTING WITH THE GAYDELAIR BOY AND CMON WE HAVE TO SET UP FOR TRYOUTS!” Carmelita snapped before glaring at Violet. This had been sometime after Elijah had used Isadora as an example of uniformity.

Again, still wrong.

Violet rolled her eyes at Carmelita and turned her attention back to Elijah. “I don’t think I can handle getting punished again for not wearing the correct uniform so I guess I will need to change.”

She’d been through enough, what with having to give Billy a blow job and the day before her run in with Count Olaf. Her disobedience would’ve probably just been icing on the cake or rather both would be ideal for Olaf.

A few minutes later she came out in what was in her assigned locker, short short burgundy bikini style like “athletic shorts” and a gray shirt underneath was her dingy bra and panties because despite being rich, she wasn’t rich. She didn’t take too long because whether Elijah was working for Olaf or not, she had to play along.

But truth be told she kind of hoped he wasn’t.

As they walked to the gym, he explained that being in sports meant you could bend the rules but he’d go back to wearing the usual uniform...for her.

Oh where was Duncan when she needed a push back down to earth.

“No!” She said abruptly then blushed,”I mean why deprive the world of your bi—-“ shit. “I mean, I wouldn’t dare subject you to wearing these god awful uniforms if you aren’t required to.”

What in the hell was wrong with her?

“We should go in before we’re late...” she said quickly and stepped inside the gym one minute (literally) before it was too late.) trying to hide her blushing cheeks by ducking her head down.

Violet watched in disgust suddenly sobering up from her love stuck self as she remembered where she was and that this wasn’t a normal school and the teachers weren’t normal and she had to take care of her siblings because even if Elijah was a normal guy she couldn’t let herself get distracted.

“It’s not that you’re not good enough—flat chest. It’s just that someone else is more deserving—flat ass. In fact, there’s only one of you who’s cheerleading material—freckle shoulders. It’s just not you—straight-up fat.

“Violet Baudelaire, you’re the lucky girl who gets to audition for the cheerleading squad. In fact, we’ve made a special position, just for you. You just have to prove your flexibility. Do you think you’re up to it?”

She would tell him that she had no interest in being subjected to the misogyny of this cheerleading squad. Besides it wasn’t like she had anything to lose. She opened her mouth to object and then spotted Elijah.

Would she be accepted if she was a cheerleader? Of course that didn’t really matter but maybe she could protect her family and friends in a higher station in school.

She looked over at Isadora who gave her a thumbs up. She didn’t see Klaus though and maybe that was a sign. She’d sacrificed herself before for her family why not again.

Besides how much would Olaf punish Klaus and Sunny if she didn’t and saying no was letting him win wasn’t it?

“Fine.”

A feeling of dread washed over her

~*Olivia*~

“Nevermind that.” Olivia said flushing. She couldn’t tell one of the students that she’d been shamelessly accosted. How did one explain that to a student. She knew things were off about this school she just had to figure out what it was.

“Yes a villain trespassed this area while the library was closed. I attempted to fight them...him off but as you can see there was quite obviously a struggle. “

Olivia would have to fix her hair once she helped Duncan out; actually her whole appearance.

“A book you say.” She was happy to get the attention off of her. She opened the cabinet full of book cards alphabetically listed and went to the h’s. She had to bend down to get to the lowest cabinet. Her usually ironed and perfected skirt which was now ripped inched up her leg.

“Ah here we go. Come along. We don’t have long until the library closes.” She said guiding him through the rows and columns of books.

 

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Coach Genghis

Count Olaf briefly broke character when Violet agreed to his “flexibility test.” He placed his wrinkled hand onto the bare small of her back, below the high hem if her crop top and led her toward the hurdle. Elijah avoided eye contact by arranging a split, foam pool noodle over the top edge of the hurdle—knowing what was coming and wanting to make it as painless as possible for Violet. Coach Genghis—now back in character, pushed Violet right up against the hurdle standing between two piles of gymnastic pads.

“Now, all yah hafta do is bend over this-here-hurdle and grab the metal posts on the other side with your heels still planted on the ground—not too hard, is it?” Coach Genghis drawled on in his Southern accent, “go on now, over you go!”

Coach Genghis pushed Violet forward, doubling her over the padded edge of the hurdle, letting her shirt ride up even higher, revealing the bottom curves of her dingy bra. He held her down by the small of her back, looking up to where the henchpersons with pale faced were waiting on ladders by each pile of pads.

“Now.” Count Olaf smirked, bowing graciously away from Violet as two heavy folds of gymnastic mats tumbled inward onto her back, pinning her there and filling in the wall of mats across the gym, “boys and girls of the new Prufrock Prep athletic department! I, your beloved Coach and mentor, am proud to present, Prufrock’s first Glory Pussy!”

Count Olaf was totally out of character, his voice his own again as he was finally given the chance to perform as himself. He slapped Violet’s full-sized portrait school photo onto the stack of mats above her ass. She barely resembled herself anymore, the girl in the photo bright-eyed and smiling—optimistic in the face of uncertainty. That girl no longer existed, except through images.

It was then that Hooks made his entrance, pushing the hypnosis machine that he’d placed on the rolling stand which formerly held the face recognition computer designed to catch his boss. There was no stopping them now.

The television set piece of the hypnosis device was already playing a hyperloop of five to ten second clips of explicit stripteases. These lewd and shameless images interspersed with clips of the Grand Royal Ballet and occasionally kick lines—even genuine cheer performances at some intervals.

“Is this a Pom Pom or a Pussy Pop? Is that a pole vault or a pole dance? A long snap or an ass clap? A fourth-and-goal or a hungry hole?” Hooks was getting better with this hypnosis business, “she’s ready, Boss.”

“Now, to condition your mind while also assaulting your body—the ultimate ‘mind fuck’” Coach Olaf knelt by Violet’s head, Elijah (the only athlete on this side of the wall) rolled his eyes at the bad pun, “you will not change your attitude or personality in the slightest—you’ll still be yourself. You’ll just be consumed by the certainty that you and your siblings will not inherit your family’s fortune—you’re doomed to become destitute.”

While Count Olaf conditioned Violet’s subconscious, Elijah held her hand affectionately while also using athletic tape to bind her wrists to the base of the hurdle. On the other side of the wall, Collie was much less affectionate as he stripped off her bloomers and panties before taping her ankles around the same poles that were binding her wrists on the other side.

“It’s going to be alright,” Elijah whispered in Violet’s ear, too low even for Count Olaf to hear, “you’re going to make it through this.”

Collie was making a lewd show of running his tongue up the back of Violet’s thigh after taping her ankles in place.

“In concern for your siblings’ and your future, you’ll be unable—physically and emotionally, to refuse any sum of money in exchange for any sexual act or favor. No matter how depraved the request, or how miniscule the compensation, any bartering for sex, you’ll be compelled to accept and undertake,” Count Olaf continued on, “every time you succumb to your pleasure at whoring yourself for pocket change and have a climax—you’ll be consumed with the thought that this is who you truly are—this is who you’ve always been meant to be—”

“Can we get started?” Collie interrupted, he was already fingering Violet’s pussy indelicately, stroking his hard, tattooed cock in the other hand.

“Yes! Go ahead—now where was I?” Count Olaf fumbled as Collie dropped anchor into Violet from behind, “oh right, the pills!”

Elijah took a pinch of the aphrodisiac pills that the sailor had smuggled in for them and stuffed them into Violet’s mouth. He followed them with a gentle kiss and another whisper. “It’s going to be alright. You’re going to make it through this.”

“You’ll also become desperately addicted to this medicine, as well as its effects. If you go more than five hours without a fix, you’ll become so horny and ten times more sensitive. After a day of withdrawls, your clothes against your skin will be enough to make you cum. From this moment forward, your tits will be as sensitive as clits and you can cum from having your breasts toyed with. Your throat will also be as sensitive as the inside of your pussy, you can cum from a skull fuck. Your ass and pussy will be five and ten times as sensitive and you’ll be unable to have a man’s cum in or on you without an orgasm. You’re going to be the whole school’s little orgasm slut.”

“You’re going to make it through this.”

By now, Collie was fully engaged, sinking his anchor into Violet’s tight, wet, little pussy. He was groaning and shouting about how good it was all along. Some of the other boys were getting fluffed by Carmelita for their turn to fuck Violet’s holes. Hooks had obviously activated Isadora’s trigger, since he was already balls deep inside her on the gym floor.

“Pain will only register in your brain as pleasure. Humiliation as pleasure… everything except for lacking these drugs will bring you intense pleasure and from now on, you’ll gladly do whatever your coach tells you. Your only hope for a decent life is to earn his favor by any means necessary.”

“It’s going to be alright.”

The frame of the hurdle was rattling on the hardwood gym floor as Collie began slamming Violet’s pussy hard enough to rock the frame, even under the weight of several gym mats. His balls were swinging through to slap her clit each time he drew back just to drop anchor again, stretching her out.

“This bitch it tight as a kitten’s anus,” Collie boasted, “but not for much longer!”

On the other side, Count Olaf decided that her conditioning was sufficient with one last and final subliminal suggestion. A suggestion that he’d given to the other members of the cheer squad.

“Most of all, everything about all of this is completely normal. This is just how schools run. You’ve got to give some head to get ahead.” at this, Count Olaf shoved his cock into her mouth.

*-*-*

Fernald “Hooks” Wittershins

As soon as he was finished with infiltrating Violet’s mind, his attention snapped back to his perfect, babygirl—Isadora. As soon as his part was finished, he charged at her, his old shoes making a squeaking sound on the hardwood floor.

“Orphan! Oh my sweet, little orphan! Come over here and give Daddy some sugar!” Fernald cried out, attacking Isadora’s face with an open mouth, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as his hooks rode up the back of her skimpy, blue, pleated skirt, “orphan!” he gasped again, between bouts of tongue fucking her mouth, just in case the trigger word had a stacking effect.

The bitter irony of running his hooks over her firm ass without the ability to actually feel it got too heavy after a while, so Fernald tried, and failed, to open his pants. He cursed and stamped his foot, getting emotional over his lack of hands for the first time in a while.

“Hurry! Get Daddy’s cock out and put it in!” Fernald demanded urgently, “take my fucking cock, whore!”

*-*-*

Duncan

Duncan’s eyes went wide when the librarian bent over in front of him, her ripped skirt riding up just below the bottom cleavage of her rotund ass cheeks. He didn’t even know what he was thinking about, but somehow, he felt an intense and urgent longing for his mother. Oh, God how he missed his mother.

“Mahamphh!” Duncan wasn’t in total control of himself as he dove, face first into the crease of Ms. Caliban’s skirt. His mouth sucked on the outline of her asshole and pussy through the layers of fabric, rapidly moistening from his saliva as he gripped both of her round cheeks and squeezed them against his cheeks. He started sucking wetly through the fabric, “SLURRRRPPP!”

He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he couldn’t stop. His cock was so hard that it was leaking through his slacks and he was convinced that he could taste pussy through Ms. Caliban’s skirt.

“Mah-Mah” Duncan baby talked into Olivia’s body.

 

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~Violet~

Violet flinched at the feel of Count Olaf’s hand on her back disgusted with the way he touched her. For a moment she thought it was odd that Elijah was the only athlete that was on the stage with Count Olaf. Warning bells went off on her head, maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

And she couldn’t help being a smart ass not realizing that this may have been her last time ever mouthing off to Count Olaf.

“Your southern accent is ridiculous.”

And without haste she was pushed down and bending over.

“boys and girls of the new Prufrock Prep athletic department! I, your beloved Coach and mentor, am proud to present, Prufrock’s first Glory Pussy!”

“What? I didn’t agree to any.....” suddenly the voices in the gym began to fade away slowly, she was feeling extremely sleepy all of a sudden.

Pole vaults began to turn into stripper poles, and other things began to flip into things they were not in her head. She was breathing a bit quicker as the only thing that invaded her mind and Count Olaf’s words were Elijah’s kind ones, reassuring her that she’d be okay because part of her wanted to cry.

Had she lost? Had she made the wrong decision? Suddenly she felt something wet his her thigh and then move into her pussy. She moaned despite being stuck in a hypnotic trance. Thoughts slipped in of how she’d bartered a blow job to Billy and how good it made her feel afterwards even if she’d never have mentioned it to anyone.

“Pain will only register in your brain as pleasure. Humiliation as pleasure… everything except for lacking these drugs will bring you intense pleasure and from now on, you’ll gladly do whatever your coach tells you. Your only hope for a decent life is to earn his favor by any means necessary.”

Her mind struggled against that last order as if her actual subconscious knew everything about this was wrong. But the stabbing pain of Collie’s cock pushing into her made her forget what she didn’t want to do.

Wake up, Violet. WAKE UP you have to remember..... you have to remember....you have to remember came her thoughts but she couldn’t seem to block out what Count Olaf was telling her.

“It’s going to be alright.”

“Yes...coach....”

“Most of all, everything about all of this is completely normal. This is just how schools run. You’ve got to give some head to get ahead.”

When she came out of her trance Count Olaf’s cock was in her mouth, some strange guy was banging her and she had no idea what was going but that was normal whenever Count Olaf was around wasn’t it?

Her head began slowly bobbing back and forth. This was what she was meant to do, to keep her siblings safe at least. They weren’t going to be able to keep their fortune because Count Olaf has found them. He ALWAYS found them and he was going to keep finding them no matter how much they ran. He was amazing like that and the best way to stay on his good side was to do what he wanted and right now he wanted to have his cock sucked.

Remember...

Everything will be alright

~~ Isawhora~~

Isadora was bored watching Violet get accosted. There was nothing or no one here to do, no one that caught her—-

“ORPHAN!”

Her pussy contracted at the sound of that voice and like clockwork everything seemed to come rushing back to her as her daddy found her. She moaned as he crushed his lips against hers. The cold metal on her ass cheeks making her tremble with excitement.

She was in ditz mode though so it hadn’t occurred to help him get his pants down until he asked. When he did though she eagerly undid his pants and pulled them down. She desperately wanted to take him in her mouth but her daddy wanted to be fucked.

That was fine because she could always suck his cock later. Instead she guided him to her pussy moaning as he slid inside. She was soaking wet just from the trigger words though she wouldn’t have known. All that she knew was that she’d been aching for his attention all day. The only guy who’d ever gave her a thought in this stupid school.

“Yes daddy, fuck me, fuck fuuuuuuck meeeee!” She cried out.

~Olivia~

Olivia wasn’t sure what was going on but Duncan started making odd sounds. “Duncan! What is wroooooo—-“ she gasped as he all but tackled her down. She had to grasp the cabinet.

She wasn’t sure what had come over him but it didn’t look like she was getting a break from the last few days.


be a whore, give up, things will get a lot better.

An echo from ....something pounded in her head. Such a whore, she was such a whore. This all felt wrong but she couldn’t stop the tingling in her body and pulled her skirt up more.

“You like that baby boy? If you want more you have to take my panties off and really get in there. Do you think you can do that?”

This was wrong all wrong but she was a whore and things would go far better if she just accepted it.

Her eye twitched as her body once again accepted it.

 

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Duncan

Duncan was absolutely clueless about what had come over him or why he was acting the way he was—but such is the nature of psychological breaks, they are least understood when experienced. Furthermore, such breaks do not necessarily occur during the inciting trauma—but sometime later, when processing the full weight of the trauma itself.

Even still—not knowing or understanding what he was doing, Duncan was fully committed.

“Ya-thhh Mahh-Mahhh! Mmmm-ah-m uh gonnnnna gettinnerrrr,” Duncan nodded enthusiastically without ever closing his mouth, with his salivating tongue laying and pushing like a gravity blanket on Olivia’s abused pussy and asshole, “Mahhhmm uh gonna gettinnerr—GOO-th!”

He wasn’t exactly thinking of his mother—no, that would be deviant and odd. He just needed a mother figure in her absence and somehow, what he was doing felt right. As he reached for her panties, he grabbed her hips and turned his wrists over and back again, pulling her back onto his face like he was trying to stuff his face into a sock. The only thing that went through Duncan’s eighteen-year-old mind was: “Yummmmmmmmmmmmmm”

Duncan’s tongue wriggled and writhed against Olivia’s holes as her silken panties moved wetly down her thighs and past his eager little face. As soon as the obstruction was removed, his tongue fired straight into her ass like a guided missile, he even opened his mouth wider to force more of his tongue inside her ass. Once he was determined that he couldn’t get any more of his tongue inside, Duncan shook his head back and forth like his hair was full of Tibetan paralyzing fleas—"a most dangerous pest with the odd trait of being rare” as described by notes from the Herpetological Society.

When he’d shaken his head so much that his neck started to hurt, Duncan dug the toes of his shoes into the library carpet and pushed himself forward with all the force his arched back could muster, while squeezing Olivia’s round ass cheeks against the sides of his face with enough force for the flesh to bubble out between his fingers.

“Mah-Mah! Gettininnerr!!” Duncan boasted, his voice muffled against Olivia’s anus.

Collie

While Count Olaf was getting blown on the other side of the tower of gymnastic mats, Collie was having trouble fully appreciating his time fucking Violet’s tight pussy. This whole “glory pussy” idea wasn’t something that Collie was sure he was into.

“God damnit—without those sweet tits this could be any tight, teenaged pussy. It’s just not the same,” he smacked her ass hard with an overhand strike that left a red handprint behind on the disembodied ass and pussy below Violet’s school photo, “moan or something, slut! Wiggle your hips, jiggle your round ass—do something!”

In frustration, Collie grabbed hold of a pair of the dangling, cloth handles that dangled from the folds in the mat directly on top of Violet’s lower half. He leaned back like he was tacking hard and pulling in the canvass, the muscles in his lower back and biceps well developed from years of seafaring. With his weight suspended from his arms, he began slamming his body into Violet’s pinned body with all the force that his back could muster.

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!

The anticlimax of fucking Violet’s tight, wet, little pussy had sent him into a rage and he was fucking her out of a pure and violent hatred. His big cock was more than the inexperienced teen had experienced before, so his deep and forceful thrusts were stretching her out at large and rapid intervals—beating more room into her guts.

“Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut!” Collie’s voice called out over and over, each time the impact of his body against hers knocked sound from his lungs, WHAM-WHAM-WHAM, “Slut! Slut! Slut!”

“Christ, Colls! You’re going to blow that shit too wide open, save some of that tightness for the rest of us!” Steve called, his light eyes focused on Collie slamming Violet’s pussy.

“I could give a fuck less,” Darren smirked, “I’m going to pound that virgin ass—I call dibs on her asshole.”

“Shut up, all of you!” Collie answered, letting one of the handles go to smack Violet’s ass again, the second handprint overlapping the first unevenly, he liked the way her ass jiggled when he slapped her, “the more you talk the longer it’s going to take me to nut.”

Jeremy, meanwhile, had a tube of black lipstick that he was using to write on Violet’s lower half. Right on the spot where Collie’s handprints were overlapping. He wrote the words: CUM DUMP in black on her ass.

Count Olaf

Collie wasn’t the only one having doubts about this idea early on. While Count Olaf was thoroughly enjoying having his cock sucked by his long-time rival, he’d been getting lots of head in the past week or so and there wasn’t a lot that divesting her lower half from her upper half was doing for him.

“Oh, I know!” Count Olaf mused, his voice unaltered since there was no reason to stay in character anymore—at least not for his present audience, “let’s get this hair out of the way.”

Count Olaf smirked as he gathered Violet’s hair up at the back of her bobbing head and produced a new, purple ribbon from his sweatpants’ pocket and tied her hair up into a neat, orderly pony tail—the way she always did when she was just about to piss him off and spoil his brilliant and strategically flawless plans.

“Much better,” Count Olaf grinned, taking hold of her long, smooth ponytail and thrusting himself past her tongue and into her throat, beginning to choke her, “yesss, there’s my good, little throat slut.”

The tightness of Violet’s throat was vastly superior to that of her mouth—try as she might to suction her cheeks in, and it encouraged him to keep on plunging deeper, stuffing his full, veiny length down her tight, clenching throat. He was thrusting faster now, his grey, hairy balls slapping against her chin each time her throat wretched him back out and he withdrew to thrust again. He found that his hand fit quite neatly around the base of her skull and her hair was even softer than he’d imagined.

“That’s much better!” Olaf groaned, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling.

Elijah, on the other hand was engaged in his own mission, below where the notorious Vaudevillian was fucking Violet’s throat, he was gently unclasping and removing her bra—rubbing her bare back all the while. He let the old, stained garment slide down her arms and let his hands slide down her sides, gently but firmly grasping her large, round, naked breasts in his palms for the first time. He thought that he faintly heard choir music.

Violet’s breasts were the perfect shape—the perfect weight—the most luscious breasts, perhaps in the whole world! But Elijah had to remind himself that his pleasure was not tantamount here—hers was. So, he continued to be gentle with her, squeezing, caressing, massaging and stroking her enhanced sensitivity breasts—contrasting his gentleness to the others’ roughness.

Elijah was trying to make her enjoy this without losing her mind to the pleasure.

Fernald Wittershins

For a moment, there was no thrusting. After Isadora cried out the way she did, Hooks was so turned on that he just buried his scar-covered cock inside, right against her cervix—as her pussy had come to fit the shape of his cock in particular after so many deep and passionate encounters. He kissed her like he was trying to smother her, his tongue folding and twisting, trying to work its way around hers and strangle her tongue with his.

When he was determined that such a thing was impossible, despite his best efforts, he rose back up and resumed thrusting. There was a long string of sticky spit that kept their bottom lips linked together until he got back up to his full height on his knees and pounded at her insides again.

“Fuck! I think I might love you, you tight, fucking whore!” Hook groaned with a tear in his eye, he reached down with one of his hooks and slid it into the metal ring at the center of her white, leather collar, a perfect fit, “when this is all over, I’m going to keep you for my very own! You look so beautiful in your new outfit!”

With the hook securely latched into the ring on her collar, Fernald could gain leverage from pulling up on her throat to drive his cock deeper and deeper each time he thrust. He even began throwing his head back as he hammered her insides.

“Cum for me, you beautiful whore! Daddy’s so proud of you!”

 

[princesssexci]

~Olivia~

“Ya-thhh Mahh-Mahhh! Mmmm-ah-m uh gonnnnna gettinnerrrr,”

Olivia groaned as his face went deeper into her pussy. Fuck! It felt so good, though doing something like this shouldn’t have felt good because he was a student and this was against student, teacher protocol though to be fair she wasn’t exactly a teacher. That is to say she didn’t teach anything specifically.

No, no that was wrong. She attempted to teach the love of books and knowledge in general.

All his moaning and muffled statements about getting in there good filled her head, mixing in with the repetitive.

You’re a slut, just accept it...

Was it so painfully obvious that even male students that saw her could see the sluttiness of her ways. Though if anything she considered herself a book slut, hopping from book to book as opposed to a common slut that hopped from guy to guy but perhaps that didn’t matter.

Her breathing sped up the deeper Duncan’s tongue went, her silky underwear had at some point slipped down and now all she felt was his tongue. No this was...

“Fuck, Duncan....please.....stoooo ...oh god!” She cried out as she felt his tongue plunge into her ass.

She was a slut and it was best that she accept it.

~Violet~

“God damnit—without those sweet tits this could be any tight, teenaged pussy. It’s just not the same, moan or something slut! Wiggle your hips, jiggle your round ass—do something! ”

Violet squealed as Collies hand smacked her ass HARD. As he began to slam into her with the sheer force of his body and all the pain ignited in her.

She cried out against Coach Ghengis? Count Olaf?’s cock. While it hurt it felt good but pain wasn’t supposed to feel good but it did. Her rational mind still trying to keep control was starting to slip. Her breathing increasing even more and more and moans fell from her lips.

She was losing track of who was where and what was who. Her body trembled as her first orgasm hit and a squeal was caught in the back of her throat since a cock was in her mouth.

Everything will be alright

“let’s get this hair out of the way.”

She felt Count Genghis tie her hair in that neatly primmer ponytail that she usually did when trying to think of a way out of something like this. Perhaps, that would somehow help her.

No it felt tainted and dirty.

More slamming from Collie causing her to moan louder around Count Genghis Olaf’s cock as he slammed down her throat over and over causing her to moan even more, her first orgasm approaching. All of it was turning her on. WHY was all of this turning her all on?

Because this was what she was meant to do in life, to keep her siblings protected.

The sudden praise from Coach Olaf have her seemed to satisfy her just as much as her first orgasm almost like a weight off her shoulder. Someone was touching her breasts—who was it? Did it matter? It felt so good and only made her more wet. If she didn’t have a cock shoved down her throat her moans would include words but she doubted that would matter much to any of the men at the time.

~Isadora~

When he’d slammed into her it was like the kissing piece of the puzzle she’d been missing all fucking day. Nothing else mattered around her, not who was or wasn’t watching. All that mattered was her daddy.

”Fuck! I think I might love you, you tight, fucking whore!”

“Really.... I might....I might... l-love you t-too.”

Her heart filled with joy and she squealed when he said he’d keep her after this. She wasn’t quite sure what “this” was but she knew better than to question her daddy. She naturally assumed that after they enjoyed the fucking assembly that he’d steal her away from the school.

Their tongues meshed together. Her daddy was practically eating her up and she’d have it no other way. She loved the feel of his tongue against hers and whimpered when he pulled away.

When pulled on the ring on her throat it caused a slight choking sensation he thrust deeper into her. “Fuuuuck daddy, you’re so deep!” Her body began trembling as an orgasm started to come over her.

“Cum for me, you beautiful whore! Daddy’s so proud of you!”

“Yes, yes fuck daddy. Your babygirl is cumming for you!” Her pussy convulsed causing her whole body to spasm. Just the command and how sexy her daddy with hooks looked drove her over the edge.

~Carmelita~

While this was alllllll so exciting to see poor little orphan girls turn into complete cake sniffing whores, Carmelita was starting to wonder where the fuck she would come in or on. Through this miserable crowd of losers she couldn’t seem to find her baldy dude she was always playing with.

However, there was one of the jocks that hammering away as jerking himself off while he watched perfect little “pure” Violet get fucked from every which way.

Not acceptable!

“YOU! Entertain me! NOW!”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Steve

Steve jumped with surprise as the irritable, little ginger called him out. His eyes narrowed, not liking being ordered around by one of their brainwashed Cheer Slaves—but since he knew what she wanted, he decided to take his irritation out on her pussy rather than fencing words with her. It was pretty clear that the Baudelaire girl had quite a line already and as long as everyone came in or on her, he’d technically be doing as he was told. No harm in fucking this tight, little spinner for a warm up.

“You think you can handle all this dick better than ‘thick cheeks’ over there? Be my guest. But if you bore me you’re going to have to entertain yourself,” Steve chuckled, grabbing Carmelita easily under her arms, “let’s see how entertaining this is…”

With no more foreplay or prologue, Steve lowered Carmelita’s slender body down onto his cock, wiggling his hips until he slid inside and dropped her the rest of the length like sliding down a firehouse pole. When he bottomed out inside her, he thrust forward, driving the final inch or so all the way up into her guts. He was holding her like some perverse marionette or a large plush toy. His arms were so strong that she was practically weightless.

“Rah-Rah Reee! Kick ‘em in the knee!” Steve started cheering, a thrust accompanying each metered passage, “Rah-Rah Russy! Kick ‘em in the other knee!”

Some of the other athletes chuckled absently at Steve’s new take on an old joke.

“Come on! Where’s your spirit, Copper Top? Where are your pom poms?” Steve continued to taunt while he bounced Carmelita up and down on his thick cock, “what can’t be beat? A DEAD HORSE! What can’t be beat? A DEAD HORSE!”


Fernald

As Isadora went rigid in what approximated to his “grasp,” Fernald leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her almost as deeply as his cock was invading her pussy. As she shook and thrashed, Fernald let his saliva pool up and trickle down from the tip of his tongue, feeding her his spit until her pussy relaxed enough for him to move his cock again. He backed up and slammed inside her again before pulling her body against his and rolling over, using her collar to roll her with him until she was on top of him.

“I just want to watch you move, babywhore,” Fernald smiled, disengaging his hook from her collar gently, “you look so beautiful in your slutty, little cheer uniform. Daddy just wants to watch you ride his cock for a while. Show Daddy how good his little girl can shake it. Show me how you’re going to distract the other teams when we play against them.”

While Fernald explained what he wanted from Isadora, he continued to slowly work his cock inside of her, wiggling his hips to change the orientation of his long, hard cock inside of her while never quite retracting any of it.

When she started to move, he matched her tempo, driving upward to meet her every downward inclination.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl.”


Collie/Darren

Even though he was finding the overall experience of fucking Violet divested from her tits underwhelming, Collie was finding that this rapid, rough fucking was getting him closer to blowing his load. He spanked Violet hardest of all for that. Fucking slut! How dare she make him want to bust before he was adequately finished with her. He spanked her again.

By now there were more things scrawled across Violet’s ass and the back of her thighs. On the small of her back: “SLUT,” on the back of her thigh: “JIZZ MOP,” on her inner thigh: “MEAT TOILET.” On her other ass cheek, there had been made two spots available for tally marks to keep track of how many times Violet was going to be cum inside, they were labeled “PUSSY:” and “ASS:”—these athletes not exactly being poets.

“I’m going to cum!” Collie admitted, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he leaned into another thrust, Violet’s pussy was clenching around him, it felt like her cunt was sucking on him, “oh fuck! I’m going to fill this tight hole up!”

Collie took a few more small tugs, just to prove to himself that at the moment, he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to—it seemed that Violet was more talented below the waist than he’d realized.

“Here it comes! Holy shit, she’s squeezing me!” Collie released his seed in the deepest corner of Violet’s pussy and stood there slack jawed as it flowed out of him like an open faucet, “hoooooly shiiiiiiittt—she’s draining my balls to death!”

It really did feel like her convulsing pussy was sucking the cum straight from his balls, but when at last Collie was able to pull free he smacked her ass again and marked one tally in the “PUSSY:” category.

“Fuck, bro. That bitch has a magic pussy—a bit of a slow starter, but once she gets going…”

“Like I give a fuck,” Darren dismissed Collie, shoving him out of the way in his route to shoving his thick cock down Violet’s ass to the base, which he did, all at once, “time to show me what this thick ass can do.”

This time it was Darren who spanked her.


Count Olaf/Elijah

Count Olaf had no desire to hold himself back in any way, shape or form—so when he felt his climax approaching, he made no attempts to slow down or delay it. Instead he just tugged it out of Violet’s throat and slapped her face with it.

“I’m going to cum on your face, slut. Open up for my cum—then thank me before swallowing,” Count Olaf was instructing her, releasing her pony tail in favor of gripping her curled bangs in his fist instead, “you’re going to look so pretty with my cum on your face.”

After that, Count Olaf started tugging himself off while letting Violet work her plump lips around the head. He paid no mind to how the back of his hand was repeatedly striking her face as he jacked off into her waiting, eager mouth.

“Yes! Just like that—ahhhhh, there you goooo…” the first glut of Count Olaf’s vile sperm filled Violet’s mouth, the next splattered across her upper lip and went into her nose, the next shot went across her nose and into her eye, the last shot stringing her bangs and the corner of her other eye together, “that’s a good slut. You’ve got the first step toward being a cheerleader. Once you’ve got the cum from every guy in this gym in or on you, you can be an official Prufrock Prep Philly.”

The henchperson of indeterminate gender wheeled in Violet’s new uniform—the most shameless one yet. The entire “top” was made of a fishnet mesh—completely see through, with black crosses of black electrical tape over the mannequin’s nipples. The word “SLUT” was embroidered across the neon purple mesh—the most concealing part of the whole uniform. The top was cropped both high and low, revealing cleavage and the entire midsection. Instead of a traditional skirt, she was provided with black latex hot pants with one long, sliver zipper that ran all the way between her legs from front to back. There were also black latex stockings that joined the shorts by rubber garter belts.”

“Won’t you look so pretty in that?” Count Olaf grinned.

Elijah gently massaged Violet’s breasts, trying to calm her.

“You will survive this.”

 

[princesssexci]

~Carmelita~

“You think you can handle all this dick better than ‘thick cheeks’ over there? Be my guest. But if you bore me you’re going to have to entertain yourself,” Steve chuckled, grabbing Carmelita easily under her arms, “let’s see how entertaining this is…”

There was no foreplay involved and she gasped gripping onto the guys shoulder. He seemed familiar but he wasn’t familiar enough to remember his name. Actually he wasn’t important enough to remember his name.

But this....this hurt.

She wanted her baldy daddy and he was in soooo deep. “Shiiiit!” Carmelita was pretty sure he was hitting her cervix at this point. Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea.

“Rah-Rah Reee! Kick ‘em in the knee!” Steve started cheering, a thrust accompanying each metered passage, “Rah-Rah Russy! Kick ‘em in the other knee!”

The laughter from the other boys made her twitch with annoyance. Her pussy slowly became wet though which was good for her. It meant this would actually become just a tad bit more entertaining than it was.

“D-do you know who i- I am you....you l-loser. I am the chief executive liar. You can ask mister coach gh— gh—-“


~*Isadora*~

The kiss her daddy was giving her was magical! He was tongue fucking her mouth making her moan even more as her body ground against him moving up and down as he thrust up into her deeper and deeper even after she orgasmed and then flipped them over until she was on top.

She looked confused for about half of two minutes.

“you look so beautiful in your slutty, little cheer uniform. Daddy just wants to watch you ride his cock for a while. Show Daddy how good his little girl can shake it. Show me how you’re going to distract the other teams when we play against them.”

“Ohhhh kaaaay Daddy!” She said as she began bouncing on top of him, her breasts bouncing along with her. Her arms wrapped around him as her pussy quivered against him again. It was sensitive at this point since she’d just had an orgasm but that didn’t matter.

Isadora could cum all day if it meant being able to please her sexy hook daddy. She rolled her hips around grinding against him for a few minutes before grabbing her own tits putting on a show for the hooked henchman hoping it was making him happy.

~*Violet*~

Violet cried out around Count Coach’s cock as Collie slapped her ass harder than before. For some reason he didn’t seem pleased with her but did seem pleased with her all at once? The pain and sting of the slap was a conflicting mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pussy became more and more wet.

And it hadn’t gone unnoticed that someone was writing all over her body with a marker? Lipstick? Chalk? She wasn’t sure what he was using but she wasn’t sure she understood the purpose, however that wasn’t her job either, to understand anything that was happening with her. This was normal wasn’t it? Granted she’d never been to a cheerleading try out either.

Her thoughts were interrupted at Collie’s glorious shout that he was cumming. He was definitely pleased with her. The feel of Count Ghengis throat fucking her throat mixed with her pussy being just as abused and add on Elijah groping and massaging her toys, made her groan with pleasure.

She was so fucking wet and horny it was almost unbearable. Spark of pleasure hit her everywhere as Collie came inside her.

“Mmmuuuuccfkkkk!!!” She moaned her mouth still invaded with Coach Olaf’s cock as the next guy slammed into her ass. God what was his name? It was on the tip of her tongue. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what his name was, it was that her brain felt slightly scrambled, confused.

“I’m going to cum on your face, slut. Open up for my cum—then thank me before swallowing,”

He had finally pulled out of her mouth and her throat felt raw and empty like an empty pussy lacking the cock it belonged too.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock...”

She didn’t even hesitate which showed how much the hypnotism worked. All that mattered at this moment was that....

Remember, remember...

That he was happy or at least seemed to be. She sucked around the head of his cock flicking her tongue over the head once more as he slapped her face, still moaning as the guy behind her continued fucking her ass. His cum filled her mouth then he pulled out of her mouth and sprayed it on different spots of her face.

“that’s a good slut. You’ve got the first step toward being a cheerleader. Once you’ve got the cum from every guy in this gym in or on you, you can be an official Prufrock Prep Philly.”

Good then she could protect her siblings right? That was why she was doing all this, letting all the guys fuck her and cum in or on her. This was the only reason she was doing this. She felt her nipples harden against Elijah’s hands. It sent electrical bolts to her pussy, almost like he was fingering her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck...” it felt sooo good. She could hardly focus on the uniform she’d be wearing as Elijah made her feel like everything would be alright.

“You will survive this.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop...” though she wasn’t sure if anyone heard her or who was paying attention or who thought she was talking to them. She just didn’t want the pleasure to stop but also didn’t want to lose herself.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Elijah

“That’s it, lean into the pleasure. It’s okay to enjoy this. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Elijah reassured Violet, still seated by her side, caressing, lifting and massaging her tits under the dangling scrap of her tiny, grey PE shirt, “just don’t lose yourself. Remember that you’ve got a bigger destiny than this place. You’re a very special girl, Violet Baudelaire. You’re going to make a wonderful cheerleader.”

Elijah released one of her breasts just long enough to gently caress the back of her head, trailing his fingertips slowly through the long, silken paradise of her pony tail. He then went back to her breasts, his fingertips caressing deeply from wide circles around them and squeezing their way down until her nipples were pinched between all five of his fingers, tighter and tighter until his grasp squeezed them out from his grasp—only to grasp at the tops and squeeze his way down again.

There was no way to fully appreciate what horrors Violet was enduring on the other side of this wall of gymnastic mats, but Elijah wanted to make this as painless for her as he could—pain being relative to her at this point, of course.

“You’re going to suck me off now, beautiful,” Elijah continued to reassure her, “this won’t end until you’ve pleased everyone. I’ll be gentle, so you can take it as deep or as shallow as you want. Stay strong for me.”

Count Olaf had left the gym now that he’d gotten his nut, to prepare for the other farce that was to take place after lunch, but Fernald and the non-binary were still lurking to ensure that his instructions were followed to the letter. Elijah tried to continue his attention to her breasts as he stood up, lowering his slacks to free his already mostly erect cock, which he gently glided over Violet’s lips. With everything else that was done to her it was ironic, but Elijah felt a slight pang of guilt that he was going to lie to her.

“This is my first time, Violet. I’m giving it to you because I care about you, understand? You’re the one I choose. If you choose me too, all of the rest of this is irrelevant. This is a beautiful experience of young love. Do you, Violet? Do you choose me?”



Darren

Collie marked a tally mark on Violet’s ass beside the word “PUSSY:” and lit a cigarette. He still had work to do, but he was going to wait until she was closer to the edge. Darren—unlike Collie, was quite thrilled with this Glory Pussy idea. Not being a seafaring type, Darren’s experience of kinky, fetish sex was much more limited and being an ass man, he quite enjoyed having the use of Violet’s snug asshole and round cheeks, without the impediment of a smart-mouthed, little brat attached to them.

“Beg more, Slut!” Darren called back in response to Violet’s now urgent moaning, “I won’t stop as long as you keep begging.”

Darren—not knowing that Elijah was engaging her mouth just then—took offense at her lack of answer and grabbed the handles that Collie had been holding and drove himself into her ill-prepared, eighteen-year-old anus—stopping and holding himself in there, so deep that her toes weren’t even touching the gym floor as the sturdy, metal hurdle threatened to buckle in half at the pressure.

“That doesn’t sound like begging, Slut!” Darren scolded, releasing one handle to begin slapping her ass over and over again, “you’re hurting my fucking feelings!”

“OY! I’m using ‘er mouth over here! Give me a chance to pull out first!” Elijah called back from the other side, his accent unmistakable even if Darren couldn’t see him.

“Shit, okay,” Darren assented, withdrawing enough for Violet to get her feet back on the ground, but not much more, “my bad, slut. I guess I should be more patient.”

Was there such a thing as an apologetic spank? Darren thought there was and gave the back of her thigh one. Just then, a loud, aggressive buzzing joined the cacophony of noises in the gym-wide orgy. Collie returned with his crudely fabricated tattoo gun, made from what used to be a spy glass, with a needle that looked like it had been welded to the device itself and in such construction, had never been changed.

Collie knelt down, still smoking, getting a close look at the small of Violet’s back. He placed the tattoo gun between his teeth, using the lipstick to begin carefully sketching out the VFD eye at the small of her back—just between those subtle little dimples above her ass cheeks. Collie was careful with the sketching, using an angle ruler he’d grifted from one of the classrooms to keep the design orderly. He’d done plenty of this type of tattoo—in some ways, it was Violet’s birth right.

When Collie was finished with his sketch, Darren was fucking her ass faster and faster, feeling his finish getting closer. Darren grunted and shouted as he started to cum, flooding Violet’s ass with his thick, molten cum in glut after glut as his cock jerked and pulsated.

Collie put the finishing touches on the eye sketch and then marked a tally next to the word “ASS:” on her thigh.

“Next!” Darren called out, jiggling Violet’s cheeks appreciatively one more time, the way one shows affection to a dog’s face.



Fernald

Fernald loved the show that Isadora was putting on for him, jiggling her perky little tits while her quivering pussy milked him from on top. Even behind the tiny scrap of her uniform top, it frustrated him to not be able to watch her Hershey’s kiss nipples jiggling around. He slid the cold, smooth sides of his grasping hooks up her sides, gently undulating over her ribcage until it slid seamlessly under the hem of her top. He raised the small, tank top styled cheer top up around her collarbones and then slowly dragged his cold hooks down over her erect nipples, slowing down as he got closer to the peaks.

Just as Isadora’s nipples slipped onto the other side of his hooks, Fernald opened them both at once and clasped them onto her nipples with the relative force of two rat traps. He gripped her nipples tightly, using them to bounce up and down on him, taking over the jiggling duties.

“I like how you shake it, baby—but what about cheers? Aren’t you good with words?” Fernald was urging her on as he thrust upward into her clenching, wet pussy, “something sexy—come on. I know you can do it!”

Inwardly, Fernald was hoping that she’d cum again in the midst of her cheer, wanting to see her face contorted in ecstasy and unbridled passion while trying to lead a cheer. What kind of faces would she make? He wanted to know and as she began cheering, he started thrusting into her harder, tugging her back down into the next thrust by her tits.

“Do a good job and I’ll finish you off in doggy.”


Steve

It seemed that Little Miss Daddy Issues didn’t quite appreciate his deep strokes—which was a shame, really. Still, Steve was quite amused with watching her try to tell him off while stammering over each word as he pounded her guts over and over again. It became like a game, to try and make her stumble over the words with his cock so that she couldn’t finish.

“Coach Ghuh? I don’t think I know a Coach Ghuh. Maybe you need some help remembering. Maybe if I fuck you harder you can remember better?” Steve taunted, bending forward just a bit so that he could swing her body into his thrusts with more force, “I thought that you wanted this. Didn’t you demand to be fucked? You dumb bitches are too indecisive for me. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll do it.”

Despite his demand, Steve started pounding her faster without reducing his force in the least—stopping her from communicating her desires in any kind of intelligible way. There came a buzzing from the center of the gym as Collie began inking Violet’s new tattoo into her skin. Jeremy, the scar-faced, would-be quarterback was taking his turn fucking Violet at the same time Collie was tatting the small of her back. He wondered inwardly how that tat would feel—given her hypnotic suggestion regarding pain.

“Unfortunately, I can’t give you my cum this time, Princess,” Steve continued to taunt, still interrupting Carmelita’s reply, “I’m supposed to cum in the prom queen over there. When we’re all done, though, I bet you can clean the mess up if you’re hungry for a jizz sandwich.”


Duncan

Duncan almost might have looked like he was head banging—if not for every single other thing about him, slamming his tongue into Olivia’s ass over and over. He was tongue stuffing her ass so hard that he actually gave himself a minor nosebleed. His fingers sank down into the supple flesh of her ass and he tried to wind his tongue in a circle inside of her ass. His lips were making a lewd slurping noise as he continued tongue fucking her rectum.

He was slapping her cheeks against his cheeks, slurping away at her ass.

When his jaw got tired, he reluctantly pulled his tongue free of her ass, using his grip to turn her around to face him. The inside of his nose was laced with blood.

“Baby thirsty, Mamma—give baby some milk!” Duncan whined, his voice high and pathetic—even as he tore at Olivia’s blouse and buried his face in her huge, creamy breasts.

Duncan dropped out of his slacks entirely now, tugging on his slightly below average cock—not even considering that she might be interested in that. He rubbed his face between her breasts, using his face to push down her modest bra and set her big, round tits free. As soon as he saw a nipple he latched with enough sucking force to pull a billiard ball through a garden hose, squeezing the other one with both hands.

 

[princesssexci]

“That’s it, lean into the pleasure. It’s okay to enjoy this. There’s nothing wrong with that,”

Violets nipples hardened under Elijah’s touch if they could possibly get any harder. She moaned loooong and hard, with Count Olaf gone her moans could be heard at least for the time being. She was only partially there mentally. On one side of the wall she felt another size cock slide inside of her ass this time.


“Nnnnggghhhhh!!!”

just don’t lose yourself. Remember that you’ve got a bigger destiny than this place. You’re a very special girl, Violet Baudelaire. You’re going to make a wonderful cheerleader.”

She sighed cotnently as he caresses her hair, Elijah’s fingers brushed through her pony tail. It calmed it her down and made her feel like nothing could harm her. It almost made her feel optimistic, optimistic enough to respond to him.

“Okay...”

He was right she couldn’t lose herself. She wouldn’t lose herself. At first earlier when it was her, Olaf, and Elijah his voice was almost a whisper in comparison to Olaf’s loud obnoxious voice. Now she could hear Elijah more clearly mainly because he wasn’t trying to keep his words hidden from Olaf anymore.

“Ohhh my god!” She moaned as whomever was on the other side of the wall slammed into her again.

“You’re going to suck me off now, beautiful,” Elijah continued to reassure her, “this won’t end until you’ve pleased everyone. I’ll be gentle, so you can take it as deep or as shallow as you want. Stay strong for me.”

She nodded her head. It would be the third time she’d sucked cock today and it was only after lunch. Somewhere in the gym Violet could hear Carmelita moaned in what sounded like both pain and pleasure. It was kind of funny but Carmelita couldn’t exactly call her a virgin anymore now could she? Even though she’d never been a virgin to begin with that was something she could hold over Carmelitas head.

Speaking of...

Elijah’s head grazed over her mouth and she held her tongue tasting the saltiness of his skin.

“This is my first time, Violet. I’m giving it to you because I care about you, understand? You’re the one I choose. If you choose me too, all of the rest of this is irrelevant. This is a beautiful experience of young love. Do you, Violet? Do you choose me?”

“Yes, fuck Elijah! I choose you...”

She felt his cock slide into her mouth gently and she began to bob her head as much as she could. At first it was gentle sucking and then slowly began to increase and she began to take more down her throat. If this was his first time she had to make sure he enjoyed it.

From the other side of the wall though she could hear whoever was fucking her ass ordering her to beg. Obviously she couldn’t, her mouth was full so she only moaned in response which made him angrier.

“That doesn’t sound like begging, Slut!” the sting of his slaps had her breathing heavy but tearing up because it wasn’t her fault her mouth was full of cock so she couldn’t exactly beg for the douche behind her to fuck her more.

“OY! I’m using ‘er mouth over here! Give me a chance to pull out first!”

God his accent drove her crazy....in a good way. It had since the moment she met Elijah earlier that day. Wait, he was gonna pull out? No! She didn’t want him to. She whimpered around his cock as she took him him deeper hoping her begging like meals were pound enough that the guy behind her, fucking her right now would be satisfied.


“my bad, slut. I guess I should be more patient.”

She groaned in response when the guy slapped her ass apologetically? It wasn’t as hard as the punished version of a spank. From behind her she could feel said guy pounding into her ass pushing her body forward making her take down more of Elijah’s cock, deeper down her throat. She began making a gurgling choking sound.

On top of that she felt a buzzing needle tap somewhere near her back, on the small of her back? God so much was happening all at once. Eventually her ass clenched around whoever was fucking her ass as he came inside her then called out next.

~Carmelita~

Carmelita wasn’t the brightest star in the shelf but she considered herself cute enough to get by. She wasn’t sure where she was going with this thought though. Oh right! She knew coach Ghengis’ name it was just really hard to talk when this guy was fucking her to death.

Part of her wondered if she should’ve been patient.

And another part of ached for cum and fun no matter where she got it from.

“Coach Ghuh? I don’t think I know a Coach Ghuh. Maybe you need some help remembering. Maybe if I fuck you harder you can remember better?”

She was sobbing at this point as his thrusting only got harder. Was it a happy sob, a pleasurable sob, a painful one? Maybe it was a mix or the two. After all, you could only go so long before your body got used to the feeling of something different and started enjoying it.

She wanted to berate him but couldn’t find the words. If she tried it only came out as stutters just like when she tried to finish her sentence earlier.

“Guh guh guh guhhhhhh...” she whimpered knowing he was trying to make a fool of her but due to her own pride kept trying. It was okay, she’d make him pay for it later.

” Unfortunately, I can’t give you my cum this time, Princess. I’m supposed to cum in the prom queen over there. When we’re all done, though, I bet you can clean the mess up if you’re hungry for a jizz sandwich.”

Her eye twitched, that STUPID ORPHAN .....prom queen?!?! Of course that thought turned her on unknowingly because of the fact that no matter how pretty these assholes thought she was, she probably wasn’t enjoying any of it due to her own little hypnotic thing going on at the idea of an orphan specifically a boudelaire being tortured got made her horny.

Jeeeeeez why hadn’t she thought of that sooner? The idea of how hot it was to watch a boudelaire get tortured. Violet couldn’t even see who was fucking her.

How absolutely delicious even more so that caramel cake.

~ Isadora ~

“Ohhhhhhhhh Daddy!!!” Isadora cried out as the rat traps attached to his hooks gripped onto her nipples. It hurt so good though. She didn’t think she’d ever had anything feel this good. Her bouncing continued with even more aggression than a few minutes ago.

”I like how you shake it, baby—but what about cheers? Aren’t you good with words?”

She nodded her head eagerly. At one point she used to do read Shakespeare but that was so two days ago. But her daddy wanted something that rhymed. So rhymes he would get, she’d do anything literally anything to keep him happy and fucking her.

“something sexy—come on. I know you can do it!”

And he believed in her so she couldn’t disappoint!

“Give me an F...
Give me a U
Give me a ck toO

Her daddy was going in deep now bumping against her cervix

We’re the team that can’t be beat
Let’s go! let’s go! “


He hit it again causing her to add

“Fuck me! Fuuuuck meeeee”

Her mouth opened wide as a she made a little squeaky sound, her words caught in her throat.

~ Olivia~

Olivia’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as Duncan filled her ass with his tongue at some point she had reached for her own boobs and started squishing and massaging them, pinching the nipples. It was so odd, why did this feel better with Duncan than it had with those other guys who had infiltrated her precious library.

Maybe because he wasn’t forcefully trying to take advantage of....

No it’s because you enjoy it, you like that this young man finds you desirable!

She dropped her breasts frowning. That was absurd! Olivia would never ....that wasn’t how she was built as a decent human being! Though those thoughts faded as she could turned around when it appeared like Duncan was done. Her blouse was immediately ripped open.

“Duncan!” She cried out in shock.

“Baby thirsty, Mamma—give baby some milk!”

“Yes baby suck on mommas tits....” she said even though he’d already gone ahead and started latching himself onto her sucking them loudly.

She reached down after having noticed that his cock was free to grab it. She could feel the head and rubbed on it. “You like that baby?”

Her actions going everything she was thinking right now.

 

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Jeremy

It seemed like a long time before Jeremy finally got his turn to fuck the Baudelaire girl and his long cock was throbbing inside his pants. When Darren called for the next in line, Jeremy was quick to step up and take his place behind her. He’d been drinking from a cask of rum while he’d been waiting and was feeling especially malicious by the time he set up behind Violet’s exposed, cum-dripping ass and pussy.

He kicked her calves, one then the other, forcing her legs wider and tipping the hurdle back to its base before he lowered his slacks and stroked his hard cock a few times. Both of her holes were now well and truly soiled, so he decided to take her pussy again. It had been used less recently and he wanted a chance to force his genetics into the fabled Baudelaire line through impregnation if he was lucky. Jeremy slammed his entire length home in one, deep thrust until there was no possible way for him to force the final few inches inside her.

“Damn, bitch—you’re tighter than tick pussy!” Jeremy mused, slapping Violet’s ass appreciatively as he gripped her hip with the other hand and tried to tug her back into each of his aggressive thrusts, “I could get used to a pussy like this. You’re going to make a fine slut for the sports clubs.”

There was a loud slapping noise as Jeremy set about brutally pounding her insides, not caring much how it felt for her, but rather using her body to jerk himself off. As he was slamming her guts, he briefly interrupted Collie’s needle work which earned him a withering glare from the cigarette smoking sailor.

“Be a little bit careful, would ya? This thing is going to be on her for life, I’d rather it didn’t come out looking like a dog’s breakfast.”

“Oh give it a rest, Colls. We’re using the fucking whore as a jizz mop, it isn’t the Sistine Chapel you’re working on. Just get the shit done.”

“Regardless of how we’re using her, she’s still a VFD legacy. This tattoo is her birthright. I’d like for it to resemble the ones that you and I have. It binds her to us—forever.”

“Sailors and their tattoos…” Jeremy rolled his eyes, “fine, I’ll be more careful.”

Then, after saying so, Jeremy grasped the cloth handles firmly and set about hammering Violet’s inexperienced pussy with renewed vigor. Collie just raised the tattoo gun and glared at Jeremy until he stopped and resumed a slightly less aggressive pace. It was then that Collie resumed his work on the outline of the VFD eye.

“Asshole.” Collie remarked. Jeremy just laughed as he continued battering Violet’s cervix.


Duncan

“Mmm-ahmm Uhh-mmm,” Duncan nodded, his mouth still firmly latched around Olivia’s exposed nipple, squeezing it between his hands and letting his eager tongue writhe against the hard tip of her nipple.

His small but aroused cock was leaking precum onto Olivia’s pale fingers as she stroked the head of his cock, causing his slender knees to jerk and begin to buckle beneath him each time her slender index finger passed over the now wet head of his inexperienced cock. Duncan’s parents had never exactly had “the talk” with their children—opting instead to keep them sheltered from sex and sexual content until it was too late to properly educate them on the subject.

Duncan had no idea what was going on with him, but he knew that it felt so right that he wasn’t about to stop.

One hand left her soft titty that he was sucking and fished around inside her bra for her other tit, grasping and squeezing it with as much force as his slender forearm could muster. It felt just as incredible as the other one! He wondered inwardly if it would taste as good—but that was a matter for after he was finished sucking on this one—which he was not.

The suction was so strong and intense that it made Duncan’s jaw hurt, but he didn’t slow down. He just gripped her tits harder to bare the pain in his face. By now his hips were dry thrusting at air in response to Olivia’s rubbing.

He couldn’t withstand much more…



Fernald

Quite satisfied with Isadora’s performance, Fernald rewarded her by dramatically unclasping the hooked clamps that were pinching her nipples when she opened her mouth to make that strained, squeaking sound—allowing the blood to suddenly rush back into her nipples, letting them blossom with an intense but satisfying ache as full feeling returned to her sensitive, little nubs. He gave her a few final, deep thrusts from below before kissing her deeply and making her crawl up his body until he could rise to his knees and set up behind her to follow through on his promise to “finish her off” in doggy.

“That’s my good girl,” Fernald smiled, taking a moment to rub his stubbly face across her round, bouncy ass cheeks, “just a little bit more and Daddy’s going to cum.”

In spite of his wishes, Fernald was still compelled to cum inside Violet when he was done—but he was having far too much fun with his own, personal Cheer Whore to stop now. While she was still catching her breath, Fernald reached around her body, slipping all four points of his dexterous hooks into the beautiful girl’s open mouth. A different mechanism, operated by the same springs and hinges, sprung open between Isadora’s molars—the powerful hooks spreading her mouth open uncomfortably wide as Fernald shoved his tiger-stripe scarred cock back into the custom molded, wetness of Isadora’s pussy.

“It feels like your pussy is starting to take the shape of my cock, Whore,” Fernald smiled, slamming his cock into her with all the force of his greater size, “you probably couldn’t even feel that Baudelaire cock even if you let him in here.”

There was no way for Isadora to reply even if she had something to say, as her jaw was clamped open and being used as a grip to drive her whole body back into the unmerciful thrusting of Fernald’s cock. He honestly could have cum just then, but he held back—wanting to wring one last mind-breaking climax out of Isadora before finding a hole in Violet to jizz inside.

“Cum for me, good girl. Show Daddy what a shameless, beautiful whore you’ve become.”

 

[princesssexci]

Violet

Violet felt the sudden kick at her calves and knew at that moment there was another guy getting ready to plunge into her and it hadn’t taken all that long either. Last time she’d been fucked in the ass but this time she felt a cock slam into her pussy.

“Mmmmphhh!!”

The force of the thrust caused her to take more of Elijah’s cock down her throat. The slap of the mans hand caused her to cry out against Elijah’s cock loudly again. The pain and pleasure overtook her senses once more.

This was right, wasn’t it? Absolutely normal. Though in the back of her mind something tried to fight against it. This was where she was meant to be in order to protect her siblings. She HAD to let them fuck her like the duck doll that she was.

She could practically feel this cock almost jamming half way through her body and that had never seemed like a plausible feat to accomplish. She couldn’t hear exactly what was going on on the other side of the wall to keep them

Olivia

She hadn’t stopped stroking his cock and while she would’ve preferred sucking him off he seemed to enthused with sucking on her tits. Pre cum rubbed over her hand. Olivia continued tugging at his cock while Duncan pulled her other tit free.

“I’ve got something better for you sweetie, but you gotta let go if mamas cock.” Olivia purred and she wasn’t even sure he would as he dry humped the air while she kept hold of him. She let go of his cock and gently pushed him back.

He freed her tit with a loud POP.

She guided his cock in her mouth, it was slightly clear that this was his first time so she had to show Duncan there was more than just humping the air and sucking tits.

Isadora

After having figured out how to climb into doggy position which was a feat in itself after he released her nipples from their hooked state no pun intended, okay a little pun intended. Isadora cried out in pleasure as her hook daddy continued plunging into her sopping wet pussy.

His hook grabbed onto her mouth as more of his cock slammed into her. She could feel it deep in her cervix at this point.

“It feels like your pussy is starting to take the shape of my cock, Whore,”

All she could really do was groan in response.

“you probably couldn’t even feel that Baudelaire cock even if you let him in here.”

It had gotten to the point that she was so lust crazed her mind instantly went to Baudelaire who? She couldn’t talk sure, but she could make noises and the noises she made her were an “ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhh...”

She almost felt high on pleasure like this. Her body was starting to seize up again the deeper he went and he could only go so deep. Her body started to feel like it was floating on air as her legs began to tremble.

Her little ash’s becoming squeals as another orgasm started to rush over her.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Fernald

If Fernald had known that such pleasure was possible when he’d been a marine botanist, he might well have backed out of the profession before the terrible accident that robbed him of his hands. If only he’d joined with Count Olaf and the fire-starting sect of VFD sooner he would know what it felt like to touch Isadora’s skin, to feel her firm, heaving breasts, to smack her round ass with his own palm…

Alas, these things were never to be.

Important things like hands were such that once they were lost, they were gone forever and no amount of wishing or lamenting could ever bring them back. All he could do was go on and make the most of what was left to him—of who he was now—what was left of him. Nonetheless, he was immensely grateful that the destruction of the lighthouse had not cost him more than it had and there was still enough left of him that he could serve Count Olaf and himself so well in this latest production. At least his cock still worked.

It was working overtime inside of Isadora’s guts now as she shouted and squealed each time he bottomed out inside of her. It was hard not to feel like he’d wasted too much of himself loving plants and books, now that he fully understood the joy of loving a woman—so he compensated by loving her twice as hard—twice as deeply—once for each appendage he’d squandered on fruitless endeavors.

“Yes—yes—yes—good girl! Good girl! Good girl!” Fernald praised her as his balls slapped against her clit over and over, his cock swelling and jerking inside her from his impending climax, “Daddy’s cumming! Daddy’s going to fill you up again!”

Count Olaf had ordered everyone to cum in or on Violet but since Olaf was no longer in the gym, Fernald was content to cum as he pleased—which was to say, balls deep inside of his favorite little fuck-puppet.

“Ohhhh God!” Fernald cried out, releasing Isadora’s jaw from his spreading hooks and instead wrapping his arms around her chest and burying his face in the sweet-smelling folds of her braided hair, “so goddamn good, whore.”

His cock jerked and spasmed inside of Isadora’s deepest parts, jolting like it had hiccups as it pumped load after load of thick, creamy jizz into the petite girl’s body.

“I love you, whore. I love you so much. I want this forever.”




Duncan

“Wait! No.. I—I don’t—” Duncan stammered as his face was forced away from Olivia’s big, round breast and she started taking him into her mouth, “I can’t—I’ve never—Ohhhhhhh noooooooo!”

The last wail came out as a pathetic whine as his below average cock blew its load directly into Olivia’s mouth. Even though his cock was tiny, Duncan came like a fire hose, his balls squeezing long, uninterrupted gluts of his pudding-thick semen into her mouth until the sheer volume pushed him out and he sprayed her face and breasts with enough cum to drown an otter.

“I—I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry—Oh God! I’m sorry!” Duncan’s face was a full panic, he couldn’t believe that something so good could end so horribly, it was like he had a holocaust lurking inside his balls.

Duncan turned to flee, stumbling over his trousers around his ankles and falling face first onto the library floor. He picked himself and his trousers up without looking back at what he’d done to Olivia. He sprinted out of the library like he’d left a body behind just as the bell for lunch rang.




Jeremy

Well-hung, though he was, Jeremy was not well renowned for his stamina and the sucking, slopping, moaning noises Violet was making were getting him dangerously close to an early finish. Letting Collie finish his work on her tattoo seemed a decent enough excuse to slow his pace down and try to last a little longer.

“There!” Collie grinned, flicking his cigarette across the gym, “perfect, just like every time.”

The sailor, admiring his own work, uncorked a bottle of dark rum and took a long drink before pouring some out onto the small of Violet’s back, christening her fresh ink with hard liquor to prevent infection—though it was sure to sting like hell. It was an old seafaring tradition borne of necessity, as sterile equipment and proper disinfecting solutions were unavailable at sea.

“About time,” Jeremy remarked, grabbing the handles again and resolving to go ahead and finish himself off, “I’m about to knock this slut up. I’ve been saving up my best swimmers just for this!”

True to his word, after a dozen or so powerful, deep thrusts, Jeremy was spraying his cum inside of Violet’s pussy and making another tally mark on her thigh to indicate that she’d had another load pumped into her.

As the bell rang for lunch, the guys who had already dumped their loads went to the showers to clean the sex off of them before they refueled. Carlos and Steve took over for Jeremy and Elijah, making quick work of giving Violet yet another spit-roasting before flooding her with cum yet again.

When her final tally read “ASS: II. PUSSY: III. MOUTH: III.” Elijah let her out from under the layers of gym mats and helped her carefully back to standing.

“Good game today, slut,” Jeremy taunted from the entrance to the boys’ locker room, “welcome to the squad.”



Elijah

Elijah sighed softly as he finished inside of Violet’s throat, pumping his cum directly into her at first and then withdrawing just enough to let her taste his cum as he finished emptying his balls in her mouth. He wanted her to know the taste of him.

“Get out of the way if you’re done, Elijah,” Steve commanded, gripping his cock, still wet from Carmelita’s tight pussy, “Little Miss Copper Top over there got me ready to bust. I’m going to paint this slut like a Jackson Pollack.”

Elijah felt mixed feelings as he passed Violet’s face off to one of his collaborators to decorate with his cum as well, but this was what he had to do—for now. He still intended to extract her from all of this as soon as he was able, but for now, he had to play along with Olaf’s scheme.

“You did so good, baby,” Elijah reassured Violet as it seemed Jeremy was cumming in her from the back, “you’re going to make such a beautiful cheerleader. I’ll join you for lunch after we both shower up.”

Though it pained him, Elijah waited through Steve and Carlos’ finishing strokes. He wanted to be the one who helped her out of this trap. When everyone else was done with her and the other girls were working on recovering themselves, Elijah lifted the training mats off of Violet’s torso, helping her back to her feet.

“Let’s hit the showers, love. That soreness will wash right off and be forgotten as soon as you see yourself in your new uniform,” Elijah helped her to her feet and carried her on his shoulder to the girls’ locker room, “would you be my girlfriend, Violet?”

 

[princesssexci]

~Isadora~

Isadora could feel feel her daddy’s cock almost seeming push into her stomach. Her loud moans grew louder and louder. “Daddy, daddyyyyyy, Dadddeeeeeeeeee.....” she cried out as the pounding never seemed to stop. His balls continuously slapped against her clit. Though he was slightly disabled she wished she was facing him so she could mark him just as he was marking her, with her nails scratching down his back.

Maybe next time because was extremely certain she’d be seeing more of her daddy. Isadora hadn’t worked this hard for him to abandon her.

“Daddy’s cumming! Daddy’s going to fill you up again!”

She moaned as her whole body began to tremble again. She wasn’t sure how many times she had cum already but the way his balls kept slapping her clit and the way her daddy kept fucking her, it would be apt for her to cum again.

As he grunted with his oncoming orgasm, more shrill squeals left her lips. His hook released her mouth and she felt him bury his face in her braided pigtails. Isadora also felt his his heavy breath on her neck. Her body jerking as his rapidly came inside of her.

She blushed a deep shade of red at his next words, his proclamation of love.

“Me too....I mean I want this forever too...”


Olivia

Olivias eyes widened as Duncan tensed up and then suddenly exploded all over her. His cum splattered all over her face and breasts. She was frozen unable to move for a few minutes.

Until he realized what he’d done and started stammering and tripping over himself.

“Duncan—wait!”

But he was already gone, though she wasn’t exactly sure what she would’ve done had her stayed.


Violet

She groaned as Elijah came inside her mouth. She took her time or seemingly took her time as she memorized the taste of him. Violet felt the last bit of cum explode inside of her pussy as her sucking continued on Elijah’s cock only to be interrupted by another guy.


“Get out of the way if you’re done, Elijah. Little Miss Copper Top over there got me ready to bust. I’m going to paint this slut like a Jackson Pollack.

Elijah seemed to hesitate though which she appreciate at least to him she wasn’t a slut or well, just a slut. All of this happening to her put her in the slut category. She wasn’t even sure what she was anymore.

The other two men did end up cumming on her though, one down her throat and the other on her face. She wasn’t sure who was who with the exception of Elijah of course. Once it was finished everyone seemed to disappear at the sound of the bell indicating lunch was starting.

She groaned as she felt the mats under her move slightly as if to bring her out of her stupor. Violet was surprised to see Elijah was still there. He helped her up and then carried her to the showers. His voice seemed distant but she was certain it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

It was a good thing he was carrying her because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk. She’d done it though, she was a cheerleader. She could make sure no harm came to Isadora or any of her family members because she was climbing up the ranks at any means necessary.

“would you be my girlfriend, Violet?”

She wasn’t sure she’d heard Elijah correctly, had he just asked her to be his girlfriend? She bit her lip because this was the best thing and only good thing that had happened today.

“I....yes...” she was too weak to sound excited about it though and hoped that her currently strained voice, sounded excited enough to please him.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Fifth Period: Stockholm Syndrome​

For Beatrice,

When we met
you were my Angel,

But now,
you are a ghost.

Lemony Snicket

As the cheerleaders and transfer students gather themselves together and empty the gym for lunch hour, a very tall and thoroughly out of place man in a suit addresses the audience directly. He first approaches the place where Fernald and Isadora were tidying themselves. Using his hooks, Fernald has rearranged Isadora’s braids and tightened her ribbons, leaving her hair looking pristine—even after he pulled her panties back over her pussy, still filled with his fresh cum, leaving it inside her.

“First love is a very powerful thing,” Lemony began, looming over the two, still kissing and cooing over one another, “and when certain circumstances beyond one’s control force them to grow up earlier than they ought to—even something as important as romantic love can be neglected.

“The trouble is that first love only happens once and isn’t subject to editorial revision. Just as any circumstances may be subject to dire and unfortunate interference or interruption—so too can first love be manipulated. Worse still, is that being first—whoever is experiencing their first love is by definition ill-suited and unprepared to deal with the enormity of what a first love can really do to the heart, soul and psyche of an affectionate intellectual like the Baudelaire and Quagmire orphans.

“For her part, Isadora is probably the luckiest of the four—as her deviated consciousness allows her to experience first love twice at the same time. Once with Klaus, a virtuous and altogether worthy young man, who would treat her with respect and love her innocently. Then again, with Fernald Wittershins, a less virtuous but still deserving older man who had done some very bad things for reasons that he understood to serve a greater good than himself. Though Fernald makes a much more problematic and inappropriate match, Isadora was still learning and experiencing things through her first love with him.”

Lemony made his way across the hardwood floor, over to the doorway of the girl’s locker room where Elijah had taken Violet into his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, despite the wreck of her face and clothes all coated in cum.

“Violet, who almost got to experience love with Duncan, now finds herself inextricably bound up to another villain from the wrong side of the schism, Elijah. But she too got lucky, as much as you could consider her circumstances lucky, in that she’s falling for someone closer to her age than any of the other Firestarters on the wrong side of the VFD schism. Also, for his part, Elijah has sincere feelings for Violet—even if he intends to use those feelings for personal gain, he at least wants better for Violet than Count Olaf.

Lemony made his way through the locker rooms and out into the hall, not even sparing a glance for the girls giggling and changing around him as he navigated the girls’ locker room. He continued to recap the story as he made his way toward the cafeteria where Klaus was anxiously waiting for his siblings, his girlfriend and his new friend.

“In certain circumstances, one would be well served to ‘make the best of a bad situation.’ But even that can be risky. Stockholm Syndrome is an example of what can happen when someone does too well at making the best of a bad situation. When a situation is so bad, that making the best of it makes the situation seem good and leaving that situation seem bad.

“Klaus is hopelessly enthralled by his first love for Isadora, and there’s very little best to make of his situation. Klaus is becoming a public joke, while his girlfriend engages in lewd sexual behavior all around the school, while he still readies himself to cop a feel. He’s becoming a public cuckold and if he’s not careful—he might start to like it.”

Lemony left Klaus behind, going back into the hall as Duncan brushed by him, sprinting into the cafeteria with his clothes half on.

“And Duncan has already broken from the pressure of adolescent change, coupled with the loss of his mother and unable to reconcile his feelings for Violet, has given his first sexual experience to a well-intentioned librarian, already wrestling with her own issues of Stockholm Syndrome.

“So, if you’re still following this immoral and tasteless sequence of unwelcome encounters—first of all, shame on you, but since you’re this far along, I invite you to make the best of a bad situation and take what joy you can from the misery of these young orphans.”

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Elijah

When Violet agreed to be his girlfriend, Elijah smiled from ear to ear, sincere in his joy that she would have him. He stopped helping her just at the locker room door and caressed the side of her face, kissing her sweetly but passionately. He did his best not to shirk from the layers of cum, spit and filth on her face and lips. He held her body against him, even though it got cum on the front of his white t shirt.

“You’ve made me very happy, Violet,” Elijah smiled, gently adjusting her bangs to roughly resemble the way they looked ordinarily, “I hope I can make you happy too.”

With that, Elijah swept her up in his arms, carrying her like a newlywed over the threshold. He carried her into the girls’ locker room, paying no attention to the other girls—or even the other guys, all occupying the locker room. He carried her straight to the shower and gently stripped her out of her ruined PE uniform and himself out of his clothes as well. He turned the water as hot as he could get it and kissed her deeply—passionately this time as he led her under the stream.

As their bodies adjusted to the near scalding water, Elijah turned Violet toward the wall and braced her against her own arms. When she was set against the wall, Elijah gathered a generous handful of liquid soap from a wall mounted dispenser. He spread the soap between both hands and slowly began spreading it over Violet’s body. His hands slid over her hips, up her stomach and under her breasts. He massaged her shoulders and arms, he knelt down to lather her legs thoroughly.

He took his time with her erogenous zones, caressing her breasts, rubbing his fingertips between her pussy lips. The drugs she’d been force fed were still in her system—and even with all that had happened, she’d likely be aching for release in less than half an hour. He’d seen young women driven out of their mind by these potent drugs and he wanted to ease Violet’s suffering as much as he could… especially before the withdrawls began.

His long, girthy cock was tucked gently between the round globes of her ass as he worked her with his hands. Trying in earnest to savor the feeling of every inch of her skin. He continued to rub her clit while he washed her hair, massaging her scalp and gently brushing the shampoo into her long, straight hair with his fingertips.

As it seemed she was on the verge of climax, Elijah pulled her against his body, under the stream of hot water, letting the soap and lather sheet off of their bodies in unison.

After their shower, Elijah dried her and dressed her with equal care. Rolling her latex stockings up her firm thighs, connecting them to her lewd shorts. He placed small X’s of black electrical tape over her nipples before pulling her fishnet top over her head. He helped her into her knee-high stiletto boots and finally gathered her hair into a neat ponytail, tying it with purple and black ribbons to match her indecent uniform.

Elijah even applied some makeup to Violet’s face before helping her out of the locker room. Black lipstick and winged eyeliner to fully complete her transformation.

“You’re so beautiful,” Elijah whispered as he led her into the hall under his arm, “let’s go tell your brother the good news.”

*-*-*

Klaus

Class had seemed to last an eternity. Klaus was a wreck over worrying about his sister and the Quagmires. Duncan had skipped class to try and find something that could help them and the girls were busy trying to infiltrate the cheer squad and he was the only one without something to do. Sunny was the first to return, looking sunburnt and beleaguered.

“Sunny! What did they do to you?” Klaus asked urgently, picking up his sister and putting her on the bench next to himself.

“Burrrbl-Kanga,” Sunny answered, which translated to They’ve got me biting a cage together for giant eagles. Their birds are mean, too.

Sunny held up her hand to show a set of three shallow but nasty-looking talon marks on the back of her hand—presumably punishment for some task not done to the satisfaction of the giant eagles.

“Bastards!” Klaus grit his teeth and pounded the table, “we’ve got to do something!”

I thought we were… Sunny answered in toddler-speak, where’s Violet?

It was then that Duncan came crashing into the cafeteria, to Klaus’ dismay he didn’t seem to have any books with him that could help them to turn the tide in this bloody war people called “school.”

Duncan looked terrible.

His buttons were misaligned, his tie wasn’t tied and his belt only made it through one of his belt loops.

“Are you alright?” Klaus asked, voice full of concern.

“I—um, I—” Duncan was still stammering, eyes wide like a shell-shocked marine, “fine. Everything’s fine…”

Duncan sat at the lunch table, his eyes busy searching back and forth.

“Do you think you’re going to be ready for sports try outs? That’s next period. The girls are working hard for us, we’ve got to do our part. We've got to make the best of a bad situation.”

 

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*~Violet~*

Had Violet been more aware of her surroundings she would’ve been swooning more at Elijah’s words as sweet as they sounded. She moaned into his kiss and then gave a soft sigh of contentment as he pulled away. Was this what true love felt like? She thought she would’ve found it in a Duncan but Elijah came out of nowhere and had seemingly swept her off of her feet.

Small, pert little moans escaped her lips as his hands wandered to her breasts, not rushing anything just letting her enjoy and hopefully also enjoying touching her with no interruptions, no other cocks getting in the way.

Violet felt so horny around him and that had to mean it was love right. She’d had other boyfriends before but had never felt like she did with Elijah. She let out another moan feeling his cock nestled between her asscheeks, not penetrating though but that was fine they’d have plenty of time for a nice assfuck.

For a moment Violet had to wonder where that thought came from. “So close....” she cried as he fingered her, she was on the verge but no further and then he helped rinse the rest of the rest of the soap off.

Elijah helped her get dressed in her new uniform. It was definitely not something she would’ve chosen to wear a few hours ago but it had its charm.... kind of.

Once he’d finished helping her with her makeup, again —though fashion having never been her strong point, this still wouldn’t have been the way she normally would’ve dressed.

Things were definitely changing for Violet. As if Eli has read her mind.

”You’re so beautiful,” Elijah whispered as he led her into the hall under his arm, “let’s go tell your brother the good news.”

She smiled and nodded following him to the cafeteria. Once they reached the cafeteria, Violet quickly looked around to find her brother. She’d hoped he was alright at the very least. Everything she’d just done had been to protect both him and Sunny.

Getting Eli as a boyfriend? That was just the cherry on top. Violet could feel eyes on her though as if everyone that had been in that gymnasium was in the cafeteria just watching her like a hawk. Or it could have been a cas if simple scopophobia or in lamens term, the walk of shame. It didn’t help that she had no clue whose cock she jerked off or whose cock filled her ass or pussy. She reached for Eli’s hand and gave a soft sigh of relief when she spotted Klaus talking energetically with ....Duncan.

Duncan.

The guy she thought she would’ve had this great love with. They walked over to the table,” Hey guys, guess who made it on the cheerleading team?”

And she avoided eye contact with Duncan as she smiled brightly at Klaus who looked....well
She couldn’t name the exact kind of look he was giving her.

 

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Fernald

After a while, Fernald got up from the love heap that he’d made of himself and Isadora on the gym floor. He dressed himself and fixed her hair and uniform, making her look like new—aside from his fresh semen that was still inside of her. He helped her onto her feet and kissed her passionately before leaning over to whisper in her ear.

“Sugar bowl,” Fernald whispered before giving her some distance, letting her return to her senses, “you did great today, Ms. Quagmire. You should hurry along to lunch with your friends. I’ll see you later this afternoon.”

He wanted to kiss her again, but disenchanted as she was, having heard her trigger word, it would have been off-putting to say the least. Instead he just left her to find her own way out of the gym while he went straight out the side doors to the athletic field where he would help Count Olaf set up for the next stage of try outs.

It ought to have been enough, enslaving his female rivals, making the girls of this school into his brain-washed harem—but it wasn’t enough. Not for Count Olaf. He had to win in every way someone could win, it was why he brought in his mentors. He wanted to build the most terrifying and invincible sports program in the history of private schools. He wanted to keep winning until the end of time.


Collie

What Fernald didn’t realize was that Collie, still rather fascinated with Isadora’s dual identities, was waiting for her outside of the girl’s locker room. He’d made a quick meal of a protein bar and a fruit smoothie that he was still finishing as he leaned against the wall.

When Isadora approached, Collie raised his leg to the other side of the door, blocking Isadora’s way. He smirked at her, looking her up and down in her less-than-modest cheer outfit.

“Hey, you’re that nerd Klaus’ girl, right? Isadora? See, I’m Collie and I’m new here, on a sports scholarship and the new principal said you should show me around,” Collie was a little bit unsure what Isadora remembered about him—if anything, when she was in her right mind, “I hear you live in a broom closet. Why don’t you show me that first?”

The broom closet was in the same direction as the cafeteria, the door just slightly closer than the wide, double-doors from which one could almost see the closet from inside the cafeteria. Almost, but not quite.

Though he had phrased it as a question, Collie’s possessive arm around Isadora’s shoulders made it clear that they were going to have a look at the inside of her shared domicile, regardless of her thoughts or objections.

“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,” Collie swung open the closet door with a devilish grin, “after you.”


Klaus

Klaus barely recognized his own sister. Though he was happy that she’d accomplished her goal of making it onto the cheer squad, it seemed that even this was a mixed blessing. She was almost completely naked from the waist up, except for a completely sheer mesh top that exposed everything below. Her toned belly, her shallow naval and most noticeably, her full, round breasts that Klaus had made a point of never seeing so… completely exposed as they were. Two X’s of black electrical tape were all that prevented her from being completely exposed behind the purple fishnet fabric.

Violet looked like a stripper.

She didn’t even have a pleated skirt like Isadora had—instead she was wearing latex “booty” shorts with a zipper that seemed to cut through every crease of her lower half. Duncan could barely even look at her. Yet, in spite of what she was clearly forced to wear, Violet seemed happy—Klaus tried to reassure himself with that.

“That’s wonderful, really terrific work, Violet!” Klaus forced a smile, “Elijah, it’s good to see you getting along so well with my sister…”

“Your sister is the most wonderful fing that ‘as ever ‘appened to me, mate,” Elijah answered with a smile, appearing to hold her hand under the table, “but what about you blokes? Are you going to test your me’al against the sport try outs?”

“We’re hoping to go out for the badminton team, right Duncan?” Klaus asked Duncan, who continued to shyly avoid his gaze.

“Are you daft, mate? Count Ola—I mean, Coach Genghis don’t care none about badminton. He’s only coaching the contact sports. Football, American Football, Baseball, Basketball, Hockey—I doubt he’ll even have a tennis team, much less badminton.”

“You’re kidding!” Klaus couldn’t believe it, though he probably should have seen it coming. Could he really leave his girlfriend and sister bare the burden of high school athletics alone?

“What you should do—you oughta both go out for wrestling team, innit?”

“But… we don’t know anything about wrestling,” Klaus whined.

“Don’t matter. You lil’ sprats are half the size of anybody else who got the balls to try out. Nobody in your weight class except each other. Maybe you roll around on the mat a bit—make it look good—you’ll make the team just to occupy your weight class. You’ll never have to fight.”

“Elijah! You’re brilliant!” Klaus slapped the table enthusiastically.


Elijah

It was difficult to keep up the façade, even as much as Elijah enjoyed the hunt. He was already horny for Violet again. They had barely sat down when Elijah had taken her slender wrist under the table and delicately slid her hand into the fly of his uniform slacks, guiding her hand to the long, thick bulge behind his boxers.

Once her hand was where he wanted it, Elijah helped himself to a large, squeezing handful of Violet’s smooth, reflective ass flesh, squeezing it until his wrist began to hurt, then letting it go. God, but Klaus complained a lot…

Elijah’s finger began to slowly drag along the outer edge of the zipper that ran between her legs, his fingernail rippling over the metal teeth, vibrating the full metal zipper against her cleft and clit.