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

[princesssexci]

Isadora

Isadora had to keep quiet as her pussy continued to get pounded underneath the desk but it was incredibly hard.

Incredibly hard. Wasnt that one of those phrases that meant two things at once? She was certain there was a proper wording for it but it didn’t matter at the moment. Usually she was so good with definitions, too!

She bit her lip and swallowed down a cry of pleasure.



“What do you want, old man?”



The sound of Klaus’ voice almost brought her back to her normal self, almost. It was like being two people at once. The good, more wholesome part of her struggled to come up for air but with every slam of the principals cock was forced back down.

“Ah, Mr. Baudelaire—umph! Welcome. I wanted to—huh, huh, humph! I wanted to discuss your options with you. You’re not doing well here, obviously. Hungh-hanh-hah! Maybe you should consider dropping out. Ughh! Learn a—trade!”
If only she could stop this and … ohhhh but his cock felt so fucking good. Isadora’s eyes rolled in the back of her head. No, no she didnt want to stop. In fact, it was a huge turn on knowing Klaus could catch them at any moment.

What would do then?

Would he pout? Would he cry? Or would he man up and fuck her like all the other guys at the school?
“Actually, I’m planning to ask my girlfriend to marry me. Then I can activate my trust fund and get out of here for good.”

At those words, Isadora made a little cry of pleasure, the old her trying to come back to the surface again past her sex fuddled brain.

“Oh! Ho-ho-ho-ohhhhh!” The Man With a Beard but No Hair leaned back in his chair, his whole body bouncing with laughter, “of course. Your girlfriend! Hah! Hah! Hah! How is that relationship going for you?”

“It would be going great if you weirdos would stop messing with her.”



“K-Kla-“ The words were so soft they could scarcely be heard.

“Maybe she likes being messed with. Maybe she likes weirdos, too.”

The slamming into Isadora’s hips was too much though. She could hardly speak and her words fell short. She was lost once more to pleasurable feelings of being fucked into oblivion as another powerful orgasm washed over for who knows how many times that day.

Isadora for her part was trying to stay conscious, trying not to black out. She’d heard things while the bald principal was fucking her. Things like :
Kit Snicket

Larry His Waiter or was it the waiter.

Either way, regardless of if he was fucking her. He seemed scared.

And Isadora didnt know what that meant for her.



~Violet~



Violet moaned against his cock and continued bobbing her head up and down his cock hungrily. Sure, before she hadnt been so eager about this, reluctant even but that was because she thought she had a boyfriend.

That and well, she was initially doing this to protect her siblings.

And she was still doing this to protect Klaus and Sunny. They didnt realize it but she was. She’d do anything to protect them. She had done anything to protect them. She’d gone on national tv and fucked the whatever team they had at this stupid school on camera plus whatever character Count Olaf was playing to make sure they were safe.

Elijah was supposed to be her sense of normalcy.
Apparently he preferred slutty redheads in ugly poofy pink dresses.

Without realizing it she was already deepthroating Billy's cock, choking on it.

“That’s my good little meat toilet.”
She groaned against his cock as she moved her fingers between her legs feeling herself getting more and more wet with every second. Violet didn’t understand why being used and abused like this turned her on but it did.

She fingered her crotch, the only thing keeping her from actually touching her pussy was her pink cotton panties.

 

[LitShark]

“Is someone in here?” Klaus’ tone was accusatory as he asked loudly, inquiring of anyone who might be concealed more than the Man with a Beard.

It had almost sounded like someone starting to say his name, but the sound got lost in the stuffy air of the principal’s office. It wasn’t just stuffy, it smelled… something foul but not altogether unpleasant. Somehow familiar but not specific. Klaus couldn’t decide what it smelled like, but he didn’t like it.

“You—oooh, you’re just being paran-ohh-ied!” the principal continued to rock in his chair, making the springs squeal and groan—explaining the sound that Klaus thought he heard, “oh hell!”

“Oh hell what?” Klaus was confused, because he had no idea that his girlfriend and confidant was orgasming on the elderly principal’s cock right at that moment.

The principal didn’t even respond, his eyes closed tightly in contrast to Isadora’s that were rolled back in what had become something of a familiar expression she made mid-climax. It had helped her to win “Best in Show.” Now her pussy was doing a lewd dance up and down the veiny shaft of the Man with a Beard but No Hair’s cock—wringing him out like a wet towel.

“Just go!” the old man grunted, grasping and spreading Isadora’s ass cheeks less-than-gently, “get—hah—out!”

Just before Klaus stood back up, the principal opened his eyes, locking eyes with the younger man as his balls clenched and jerked upward, dumping a massive glut of thick, hot cum into Klaus’ girlfriend’s raw pussy. He sighed loudly as his balls continued to pump her full, still looking triumphantly into Klaus’ eyes. The expression on the young man’s face caused his balls to tug upward again and spew a renewed glut of fresh ball-snot into Isadora.

“Just… go to classes, or whatever.” The principal sighed, leaning back in his chair, letting Isadora continue milking him until his cock started going limp, “I’m done with you.”

“You’re not going to get away with this.”

“Uh huh. Sure. Tell Kit I say ‘hello.’” The principal laughed wickedly as Klaus departed his office.

Once he was gone, he wheeled his chair back from the desk and pulled Isadora back up to sitting and ran his hands over her exposed breasts and sweaty, latex-clad midsection.

“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”

*-*-*

“Oh shit! You’re half-starved for it today, huh bitch? That’s okay. I like you slutty like this. Go on, then! Suck that cock.” Billy chuckled triumphantly as Violet’s head bobbed in his lap, “damn, slut! You’re about to suck me inside out.”

It wasn’t exactly true, but it was close enough. She really was outdoing herself! Billy’s hand moved to what was now a familiar position on the back of her head, riding along as she worked her magic. He didn’t have to push or pull to make her gag herself on his cock—but he did anyway. When she started playing with herself, Billy shoved her face into his lap, forcing his cock past her gag reflex and into the clenching depths of her throat.

“Yeah! That’s a good bitch. Choke on that cock!” Billy was groaning, loud enough for Duncan to hear on the other side of the door.

Duncan had pressed himself against the wall, his forehead pressing against the wall hard enough that there would surely be a red spot left behind when he turned back from the wall. He was tugging his cock through his slacks, precum beginning to stain the front of his Prufrock Prep, charcoal slacks.

“Fuck! I’m getting close!” Billy groaned, matching Violet’s rhythm by thrusting his hips in opposition, the wide crown of his cock sloppily mashing in and out of the choke-point at the back of her throat—just making an absolute mess of her throat, “where do you want it?”

Billy ran his fingers through her ponytail, releasing the back of her head. A kind of reward for her hard work, he would let her decide where his cum should land—as long as she made her mind up quickly.

 

[princesssexci]

Isadora

“Is someone in here?” Came Klaus’ voice.

Again, it momentarily broke Isadora out of her lust ridden spell. Maybe it was because deep down she wanted to be with Klaus and maybe it was because she wanted out of here just as much but that didn’t stop the continued orgasms.

She squeaked and moaned though ironically so did the principal’s chair which covered up her own sounds pretty well. Isadora wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or excited that Klaus still didn’t know she was being fucked.

Her vision was starting to get hazy though with every thrust that the Principal with no hair gave. It felt so good but hurt all the same, her cunt felt raw but wet.

“Ahh..” she whimpered and bit her lip almost to the point of cutting it with her own teeth. She couldn’t keep up with the two men and their verbal sparring.

“Just go!”

The principal’s cock slammed into her a few more times before she felt him explode inside of her. His warm cum filled her up. It was a shock that she hadn’t bumped her head on the table yet.

“I’m done with you.”

“You’re not going to get away with this.”

“Uh huh. Sure. Tell Kit I say ‘hello.’”

When Klaus finally left the room and Isadora was pulled up from under the desk, she was certain she would have a hard time walking. She’d pretty much been fucked all morning.

Breakfast? Who needed that when she’d been filled with cum in pretty much all of her holes.

“That’ll do pig, that’ll do.”

She gave a small smile but wasn’t sure what was on the agenda next. Did she just go to class to? It felt like it had been forever since she needed to attend one. Was this why all the popular students weren’t in their seats when the bell rang??


~Violet~

“Oh shit! You’re half-starved for it today, huh bitch? That’s okay. I like you slutty like this. Go on, then! Suck that cock.”

Her head continued to bob back and forth hungrily on his cock as she fingered herself, groaning when she felt his hand at the back of her head.

“damn, slut! You’re about to suck me inside out.”

And while it wasn’t necessary…today for him to guide her head with how far he wanted to shove his dick down her throat, today she didnt struggle.

Today, she let Billy use her like a cock hungry slut. She let out a bunch of gurgling sounds when he pushed her head all the way down to his lap.

As this was happening, she fingered herself harder and harder.

Hurt me.

Choke me with your big fat cock…

These were the words that ran through her mind. It was a shame that telepathy wasn’t a real thing.
Violet wanted to be punished though. She was a horrible prospective girlfriend for Duncan.

Elijah clearly didn’t find her worthy and he was team Olaf.

“Yeah! That’s a good bitch. Choke on that cock!”

And she did just that, choked on his cock.

“Fuck! I’m getting close!”

She looked up at him as best as she possibly could. Her throat ached from Billy fucking her mouth.

“where do you want it?”

Violet pulled her shirt open. “My tits.” she answered when she pulled away from his cock. She frowned and glanced behind at the door. She couldve sworn she heard something.

 

[LitShark]

Billy grunted as he finished tugging himself off, spraying his cum across Violet’s round, heaving breasts. He started where they cleaved, just below her collar bones and zig-zagged his way down until his cock began dribbling rather than spraying. It took almost no coaxing to bring her mouth back to the head of his cock so that she could suck the last of his thick jizz out of his cock.

“Fuck yes,” Billy sighed, “what an obedient, enthusiastic whore you turned out to be.”

Billy pushed her away from his softening cock with the heel of his hand, she seemed reluctant to part with it. Billy sighed, the spirit was willing but the balls were empty. Being with Violet was starting to make Billy feel like he was a wet rag being constantly wrung out. He was dry.

“I’ll probably have more for you after lunch. Good job,” Billy nodded, tucking his shirt back in and buckling his belt back up, “I think Coach has something for you to do. Something about the game.”

As if cued by Billy’s comment, the schoolwide sound system whined to life.

“Vi-oh-lut Beau-du-lair, please ruh-port to the Prince-sup-pal’s office. You have urge-gent cheerleading duties with which to uh-tend.” Coach Genghis was back in character and his accent returned, arguably worse than ever.

“Well, see ya,” Billy used Violet’s pony tail to wipe his hands and then he walked out of the closet, not even noticing Duncan pressed against the wall nearby.

*-*-*

On his way out of the Principal’s office, Klaus stopped dead in his tracks. Count Olaf was there, face-to-face. Klaus flushed bright red, his heartbeat was in his ears—he wanted to hurt him, to fight him in some way, his fists were clenched.

But Olaf just scoffed and moved past, reassured by now that Klaus was nothing to worry about. A single, angry tear moved down Klaus’ cheek. Vice Principal Nero played the violin.

*-*-*

“Oh good, you’ve got the pig,” Olaf chuckled after slamming the Principal’s door.

Olaf quickly dragged Isadora back onto her unstable feet, one of her pink stiletto heels had slipped off of her heel but still kept her toes pinned inside, while the other foot was still perched on the slender, four-inch heel. Count Olaf used a towel that he had slung over his shoulder to clean up some of the lingering cum on her latex stockings and corset.

“Where’s the cow?”

The Man with a Beard but No Hair just shrugged before reaching into his desk and retrieving a plastic bottle of the aphrodisiac pills that the girls were both likely very addicted to by now and likely experiencing withdrawals. Olaf grabbed the pill bottle and pocketed it within his windbreaker sweatpants.

Count Olaf took a moment to get into character before he grabbed the intercom off of the Principal’s desk. He stuck his thumb into Isadora’s mouth to keep her sucking on something while he paged Violet.

“Vi-oh-lut Beau-du-lair, please ruh-port to the Prince-sup-pal’s office. You have urge-gent cheerleading duties with which to uh-tend.”

 

[princesssexci]

“Fuck yes,” Billy sighed, “what an obedient, enthusiastic whore you turned out to be.” Violet cleaned rhe tip of his cocj not wanting to let it go as quickly as Billy was ready to leave.

However, it wss over sooner than she had anticipated and Violet made a silent note to take her time next go around. She licked her lips but hadn’t responded to his comment about lunch. She could feel the heart break about Elijah again and needed to numb the pain.

Of course the pain made her horny which was an odd combination.

“I think Coach has something for you to do. Something about the game.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “Can’t I just follow you instead, I can be your arm —“

“Vi-oh-lut Beau-du-lair, please ruh-port to the Prince-sup-pal’s office. You have urge-gent cheerleading duties with which to uh-tend.”

Violet flinched at the sound of Count Olaf’s terrible southern accent. “Nevermind.” She muttered as she untied her hair. The last thing she wanted was Count Olaf getting off at the sight of her with her infamous ponytail.

She waited for Billy to leave and finished cleaning herself up before making her way out of the closet as she turned to go to the principals office she froze and turned back. Making her way back towards the closet her eyes narrowed. She’d heard something earlier when she was giving Billy head.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Count Olaf or Coach Ghenghis or whoever he was pretending to be on any given day could wait. Violet stepped closer: “Don’t think I didn’t hear you. You can come out. Im not a bitch like Carmelita.”

 

[LitShark]

Duncan almost flinched at being addressed directly as Violet emerged from the closet. With some effort, he stopped manhandling himself through his slacks. He turned toward Violet with a tent in his pants and a tint across his cheeks—he was humiliated to be called out like this. He’d been hoping she would pass right by him without notice like she had been for at least a week now, since the transfer students arrived.

“Aren’t you?” Duncan huffed at last, indignation written all over his face, “you suck the cocks of half the campus, almost all of the faculty—you take cash for sex, you even use my closet like a love motel! What are you if not a bitch? I liked you! I still, for some fucked up reason, I still like you! And every cock you suck is like a dagger in my heart!”

“Violet, hurry up,” Billy snapped her fingers, he knew that Violet and Isadora were supposed to be meeting with the opposing team coach and referees for the impending game.

While Billy didn’t love the idea of his date to the dance fucking a room full of middle age dudes, but he knew that whatever Coach Genghis would do if they kept them waiting would be much worse.

“Go on Violet, they’re calling you. They might have a dollar!” Duncan was still livid.

“Hey, watch it, dude. She’s my sister,” Klaus had wondered into the hallway after leaving the principal’s office, “what are you fighting about anyway?”

“Nothing,” Billy tried to assert himself, “we were just—”

“Your sister is a whore!” Duncan shouted.

Klaus was leaping at him before he had a chance to think about it, both rolling around the floor, exchanging weak punches. Billy snapped again. "That's your fault," Billy hissed in Violet's ear, leading her away from the fight.

 

[princesssexci]

“Aren’t you?” Duncan huffed at last, indignation written all over his face, “you suck the cocks of half the campus, almost all of the faculty—you take cash for sex, you even use my closet like a love motel! What are you if not a bitch? I liked you! I still, for some fucked up reason, I still like you! And every cock you suck is like a dagger in my heart!”

The look on his face said it all and really Violet hadn’t expected to see him there. Her heart broke, maybe she was just bad at this whole being a girlfriend thing?

“Duncan…I can explain. Everything I’m doing is…” Why was she doing all of this? This wasn’t like her at all. She especially never imagined herself sucking and fucking Count Olaf of all people.
The snapping that Billy did seemed to do something to her.

You’re doing this to save your siblings. Count Olaf will kill them if you don’t be his little cumwhore.

“Violet, hurry up,” came Billy’s voice.

“I—I’ll explain everything to you. I promise, Duncan.” Please don’t give up on me. She thought helplessly. She knew that if she kept this up she’d be able to figure out how to bring Count Olaf down. She was in his in crowd now.

“Go on Violet, they’re calling you. They might have a dollar!”

Before she could even say anything her brother appeared out of nowhere. “Klaus! Duncan both of you stop!” She screamed as Klaus went to beat the shit out of Duncan for calling her a whore.

"That's your fault," Billy hissed at her. She flushed and didn’t say anything, just glanced back at them both and reluctantly followed Billy. It was okay, everything would be okay.

Once she helped save everyone Duncan would understand the sacrifices that she had to go through for them.

 

[LitShark]

Count Olaf – Breaking Character



“Oh, good. There you are. Come with us,” Count Olaf emerged from the Principal’s office carrying Isadora over his shoulder. She was visibly leaking cum across the pink latex pig outfit, “we’re meeting the other coach right now.”

Count Olaf wasn’t even bothering with his Coach Genghis role, he had too many things on his mind. He grabbed Violet by the hand and turned her to head toward the locker room. It was almost more trouble to cheat than it would have been just to let his mid-twenties transfer students beat the snot out of these punks.

Fernald reached into the fray with his hooks, grabbing each boy’s collar to separate them, breaking up the fight.

“Look, I’m not trying to be disrespectful! My sister is clearly a whore too, just look! They’ve beat us, Klaus. They did something to our sisters and now we’re basically their prisoners!”

“It’s not like that! Isadora’s reputation is bad, but she’s my girlfriend and I love her!”

Collie burst out laughing for a moment across the hall before stifling himself and heading into the locker room.

“Break it up, you punks!” Fernald shouted at them.

“Come on! We don’t have time for this. Come! Now!” Count Olaf barked at Violet, carrying Isadora with him into the Men’s Locker Room.

In the locker room the coach of the visiting football team was waiting. Olaf passed Isadora into his arms with a big, showy smile.

“The other one is on her way. Here at Prufrock Prep we specialize in raising and training useful, young sluts for advanced man-pleasing. They’ll do whatever you want, as long as you follow through on your end.”

“This is a weird school,” the other coach remarked, pulling down his blue sweatpants to free his cock. The visiting coach’s track suit was exactly like Coach Genghis’, except that it was blue instead of red, “but I like it.”

Gripping one of her pigtails, the other coach, Coach McAdams, stuffed Isadora’s mouth with cock while beckoning Violet closer.

“Let me get a good look at you, purple.” The coach didn’t know Violet’s name.

 

[princesssexci]

Violet - Hating life at Prufrock 101

Everything Duncan had said to her just swirled around in Violets head. He liked her? He’d been so quiet about it, she hadn’t been sure. How had she missed the signs. She had been walking with Billy but had turned shortly after hearing the boys start fighting.

No, she had to stop them before both Duncan and Klaus got kicked out. Didn’t they realize that this school was basically under Olaf’s control.

He could use anything against the siblings to have them kicked out, ANYTHING. She started to turn back to them only to be redirected towards the mens locker room.

“Oh, good. There you are. Come with us,”
Wow, he wasnt even pretending to have that stupid accent. Violet glared at him. This was Olaf’s fault.

“Oh but what happened to your accent?” She asked innocently though she was far from it.

“Come on! We don’t have time for this. Come! Now!”

Violet was trying to fight it, tears almost welled up in her eyes but she glanced at Klaus and Duncan, her Duncan. She…was…doing this to save them.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the locker room. They’d forgive her after this, wouldn’t they?

“The other one is on her way. Here at Prufrock Prep we specialize in raising and training useful, young sluts for advanced man-pleasing. They’ll do whatever you want, as long as you follow through on your end.”

Violet took a deep breath and walked in, glancing around. Isadora was already on her knees bobbing her head like a hungry little cock whore.

“Let me get a good look at you, purple.”

Her fists clenched as she again tried to fight past whatever the fuck Olaf had done to her.

It wasn’t working. She was already moving towards him, despite her clenched fists.

“Its Violet. While Violet is a sort of purple its not the exact shade of purple…and purple is an incredibly dumb name for a name. I hope you don’t have kids…”

 

[LitShark]

Coach Jones and the 3 Little Pigs

Coach Jones cradled the back of Isadora’s head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. His mouth twisted up to the side of his face as Violet mouthed off. He cast a withering glance over to Olaf before answering.

“It’s nice to meet you, Violet. I only called you ‘purple’ because your cheer outfit is purple, but now that I know you, I think I’ll call you Stupid. Now bring that jiggly ass over here and shut your mouth about my kids.”

The Coach reached out to grab the back of Violet’s neck and bring her closer, she was taking her sweet time coming closer and he wanted to have a taste of that smart mouth of hers. He kissed her deeply, sloppily and lewdly. It was the kind of kiss with no love and almost no affection.

The hand that wasn’t riding the back of Isadora’s head began working its way up under Violet’s mesh top. He filled his palm with her breast and squeezed firmly. Jones knew his team wasn’t likely to beat this Prufrock team of ringers. That one so-called kid had full-sleeve tattoos! There was a dude with hooks—Coach Jones did NOT want the smoke. But if he was going to be bribed, he was going to make the most of it.

The coach of a middling prep college didn’t make a ton of money, nor did he often have occasion to cheat on his wife with teen coeds. He was going to make the most of this.

“Oh shit! It’s true!” The staring quarterback for the visiting team was leading a crew that included most of the starters on offense and defense.

“Fuck yeah!” the star safety exclaimed, rushing into the locker room.

“I’m first! Back up and wait your turn,” Coach Jones swiped blindly behind himself to keep his team back, “come on, Stupid. Get your mouth on it!”

“We’re supposed to just wait?” the running back scoffed.

“Carmelita. Get in here and do some fluffing for these boys.” Olaf called back into the hall.

Meanwhile, Coach Jones lifted Isadora back to her feet by her pigtails and started to roughly finger fuck her swollen pussy.

“And what’s your name, lil Piggy?”

 

[princesssexci]

Stupid Purple—I mean Violet

“It’s nice to meet you, Violet. I only called you ‘purple’ because your cheer outfit is purple, but now that I know you, I think I’ll call you Stupid. Now bring that jiggly ass over here and shut your mouth about my kids.”

Violet despite herself and despite the offense she felt at the Coach’s comment about being stupid of all things groaned at the kiss. It lacked the emotion that she’d gotten from Elijah or even Bill who was just now starting to truly appreciate her….talents.

Still with how brutal the kiss was emotionally that didn’t mean she had a choice in the matter. Violet felt Coach Jones hand grip her breast as they kissed and whimpered, her nipples tightening from the touch.

Guys from the other team were already starting to make their way into the locker room. Isadora’s head was bobbing back and forth eagerly, quickly on Coach Mcadam’s cock.

The guys from the other team seemed eager to get to them as Carmelita happily did some sort of tap dance into the locker room.

She reached for Coach Jones cock and pulled it into her mouth. Her jaw was going to ache in the by the time this day was over.
Isadora moaned as she was pulled by the pigtails and stood, crying out as Coach Jones began fucking her pussy. Violet could feel herself being pulled back into that lustful mind frame as she was barked orders.

Violet began to take more of the Coach’s cock down her throat, then pulled back repeating this action back and forth.

Isadora - the new MVP cheerleader?

“Isa…dora…wait I think I got that wrong, no its Willemina!” Isadora said thus in between her moaning at how good and how deep his fingers were going into her pussy.

Violet was going to get them in trouble. As much as she wanted to get back to Klaus, she enjoyed being popular. She enjoyed all the fucking she was getting. None of the guys had ever paid much attention to her until all of this.

And for a minute, it seemed like Violet had liked it too.

“Be nice to um purple thoughghhh….” her words starting to become a mess,”Shes mu-much friendlier when she ha…has a big co-cock wrecking her pussy.”



Isadora ignored the look that Violet gave her when the brunette’s eyes darted up to her. Really, Isadora was trying to save her from Coach Olaf’s wrath.

“ohhh fuck your fingers feel so good!”
And there went Isadora’s steady frame of mind as she let herself be consumed by the the lust and finger fucking she was getting.



Carmelita
15 minutes ago
Carmelita was bored. She rolled her eyes and she pulled out her cellphone taking suggestive photos to put on her onlyfans account. She only had like 2 subscribers but she liked to tease them throughout the day.

It was at night if she wasn’t busy being fucked by her new boyfriend Elijah who she only started dating for about a day then she’d give those two subscribers a real show.

Just was waving the players into the locker room while taking said suggestive selfies like flashing the camera, she jumped at the sound of Count Olaf calling her dropping her phone.

“Carmelita. Get in here and do some fluffing for these boys.” Olaf called back into the hall.

Carmelita stared at her cracked smart phone. She quietly mocked him then fluffed her hair before going to fluff the guys. That asshole owed her a new phone buuut at least she’d get to do something other than being ignored. Grabbing her phone and tap dancing into the locker room she smiled at all the players pushing her curly red hair behind her shoulder and set said broken phone on one of the benches.

She stepped in between two of the players and pulled their cocks out. licking both hands she stroked them and grinned.

“Which one of you gets my mouth first?”

 

[LitShark]

Visiting Players

“That would be me!” the running back stepped forward, already brandishing his rock hard cock in Carmelita’s face while he slipped his fingers in among her red curls tumbling down the back of her head, “aren’t you an adorable little cocksucker.”

It was just a coincidence that this young man from a different school used Carmelita’s hypnotic trigger, but he did. His quarterback friend crowded in, poking her cheek with the head of his cock.

“Come on, don’t be selfish. We’re a team,” the quarterback countered.

Within moments more and more of the starters were crowding in to have Carmelita service them with her mouth. A “huddle” of sorts.


Coach Jones

While his team was getting bricked up by the third cheer whore, Coach Jones was starting to fully appreciate his two playthings. The good girl and the naughty whore—he understood the paradigm at last.

“Yeah? You like those fingers? Wait until you see what my dick can do,” the visiting coach was boasting while he continued fingering Isadora’s pussy, “but it sounds like Stupid here needs a cock inside her right away so she can remember what she’s good for. Come here, Stupid.”

Coach Jones bent Violet over the bench between the lockers and mounted her aggressively, shoving his thick cock, still wet from both girls’ spit, into her pussy with almost no preamble. While his fingers moved faster and faster in and out of Willemina’s pussy.

“I’m going to fuck your friend, then I’m going to pass her to my team. Then I’m going to take my time with you, you horny fucking sow.”

 

[princesssexci]

Carmelita

“That would be me!” the out of school player responded. Carmelita licked her lips hungrily especially when the player added, “aren’t you an adorable little cocksucker.”

Her whole body tingled at that. It didn’t take long for Carmelita to go down to her knees and reach for the players cock.

“I know!” She responded instead of a cordial thank you.

It didnt take long for her lips to wrap around the players cock. She groaned as she heard one of the guys mention the guy getting his dick sucked was being selfish.

Maybe he was, but who wouldn’t when Carmelita was sucking cock. She should even probably asked their names though, not that it actually mattered.

She seemed to be gathering a crowd which was not surprising. She was one of the hottest girls at Profrock? Prufrock? Prufuck? Whatever this school was called.

Her head bobbed on the first cock and then moved to the next and the next. Whichever cock she wasn’t sucking on she was keeping hard with her hands by stroking.



~~~

Isadora
“Yeah? You like those fingers? Wait until you see what my dick can do,”

Isadora cried out even more clenching her fists. This was too much, too hot to handle.

“but it sounds like Stupid here needs a cock inside her right away so she can remember what she’s good for. Come here, Stupid.”

She wasnt sure whether she wanted to be alone with the coach and keep him to herself or keep Violet with her. Isadora could try to “save” her but did Violet want to be saved?


“I’m going to fuck your friend, then I’m going to pass her to my team. Then I’m going to take my time with you, you horny fucking sow.”

“Ohhhh my gawwwd” She moaned as he finger fucked her. She was sopping wet. Isadora kept clenching and unclenching her fists.

She opened her mouth to defend her friend again but it once again got lost in the moans. Her eyes glazed over with lust as Isadora tried to hold onto herself and her love for Klaus except the finger fucking felt so damn good.

Being wanted for more than just her mind felt so damned good.

“P-please, don’t stop.” Isadora begged.



~~ Violet

That fucking traitor.

Isadora didn’t seem to be doing anything to stop any of what was happening which honestly, Violet shouldn’t have been shocked.

Violet couldn’t stop the moan though as his cock slammed into her pussy and begun fucking her hard and fast.

“Ohhh my fuck!” She moaned as her pussy clenched around his thick cock. The fact that he hadn’t done any foreplay made it feel more raw.

Her eyes watered as whimpers slipped out. Those whimpers turned to full out moans of pleasure.

All the while Duncans words replayed in her head. She really was a whore. Otherwise she wouldn’t be as wet as she was right now as the coach from the other team called her stupid.

Violet was a stupid whore and while her mind fought against the idea., her body seemed to relish in it.

 

[LitShark]

Coach Jones and Visiting Players

“Oh yeah!” Coach Jones groaned as he settled into a steady rhythm of thrusting his hips back and forth, moving faster and faster as Violet slipped further into depravity, “don’t worry, pig. I’m not going to stop!”

Coach Jones raised up his elbow to finger Isadora’s pussy even deeper and harder as he brought his other hand down on Violet’s jiggling ass cheek hard. He spanked her again before snatching up her ponytail and using it for leverage to thrust his big cock deeper and harder. Pinpricks of sweat were already spreading out across his chest and shoulders as he slammed his body against Violet’s over and over again.

“There she goes. That’s what sound a whore makes—good girl, Stupid!” Coach Jones was boasting and laughing as he extracted his fingers from Isadora’s wet pussy and slipped them into Violet’s mouth for her to suck.”

Releasing her hair, Coach Jones gave Violet’s ass another loud smack before shoving her down onto the bench and slipping his big cock out of her. With wet fingers, he picked Isadora up under her arms like she weighed nothing and lowered her into his lap.

“Time for your turn, good girl,” Coach Jones smirked, just before easing his big, wet cock into her tiny, clenching hole and aggressively shoving his tongue into her mouth.

“Oh good, she’s free!” the first of the players announced, pouncing on Violet’s upturned ass like she was a fumble. With his cock wet from Carmelita’s spit, the player stuffed his cock into Violet’s ass, gripping the back of her thighs and picking her up.

“If you’re using her ass, I’ll take her pussy!” Another of the players rushed over to stuff his cock inside Violet—the two of them pressing her writhing body between theirs as they aggressively double penetrated her.

“Damn! I got next!” another player chimed in, gripping Carmelita’s auburn ringlets as she sucked his cock.

“Wait your turn!” someone else countered.

Back near the door, Count Olaf couldn’t help but smile a wry smile. He’d turned this once-proud institution into a brothel and made his only living enemies into eager little cum-dump whores. He was proud of himself. Even his mentor, the Man With a Beard but No Hair, had to admit—this was quite a feat of villany.

 

[princesssexci]

Violet

Violet groaned and cried out, an orgasm rushed through her. His cock was so fucking good, it all felt so fucking good.

“Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh….” she whimpered. Duncan calling her a slut repeated in her head like a broken record.

“There she goes. That’s what sound a whore makes—good girl, Stupid!”

She didn’t even question why he wanted her to suck his fingers clean, she just did. She moaned around his fingers, cleaning Isadora’s cum off of them before he pulled them out.

Violet gasped sharply after the quick spank. She didn’t even get the chance to recover from her last orgasm before she felt someone’s hand on her hips and another player in front of her.

“Fuuuuuck!” she whimpered as they both slammed into her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

Violet tried to glance around to see what everyone was doing, vaguely spotting Carmelita on the floor sucking and stroking cocks, switching from one to another as each different size had a turn in her mouth.

Isadora was currently getting fucked by the coach who called her stupid. Ever so vaguely, she could’ve sworn she saw Count Coach Olaf in the doorway looking utterly triumphant.

And why wouldn’t he feel that way? She was currently being fucked into oblivion and absolutely fucking loving it. It wasn’t something she would admit out loud but that didn’t make it a non fact.

Non fact? Was that a word? Fuck. Maybe she was slowly becoming stupid.

Isadora

Isadora’s hips bucked as the coach fingered her. Bolts of electricity rushed through her body as a slow onset of an orgasm rushed through her body. Isadora watched with a hungry, lustful gaze.

Her moans filled the locker room as his cock drove into her. She bounced in his lap, her hands moving to grip the coach’s shoulders.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck your cock is so fucking good!” Isadora moaned. Her breasts bounced up and down as she moved. Her clit throbbed. Meanwhile, she spotted Carmelita keeping the other guys cocks hard.

 

[LitShark]

To Beatrice—

I will love you as a thief loves a gallery
and as a crow loves a murder,
as a cloud loves bats
and as a range loves braes.

I will love you as misfortune loves orphans,
as fire loves innocence
and as justice loves to sit and watch
while everything goes wrong.



Epilogue



Lemony Snicket

From behind a row of lockers, Lemony Snicket strode casually between the cluster of gathered players waiting their turn to fuck the Prufrock cheer team. Lemony just straightened his tie, giving a wide berth to the various scenes of debauchery. Looking through the fourth wall, he gestures with his head.

“Is that what you wanted? Is that what you were hoping to witness? Three orphans turned to a life of ill repute through deception and unconscionable villainy. Is that entertaining somehow?

“Now, you may be thinking that there’s some kind of redemption arc coming together, that Klaus might be able to use his intellect, and Duncan might muster his newfound masculinity, and the arrival of Kit Snicket may represent some kind of turning point in this… terrible story. But I tried to warn you that life isn’t always like that. The things that ought to be aren’t always the things that are.”

Without commenting more, Lemony makes his way out of the scream-filled locker room and into the hall.

“Nonetheless, Kit Snicket had managed to return to Prufrock Prep. She had been delayed as long as she had by circumstances which were beyond her control,” Lemony made his way through the cafeteria, behind the counter where Kit Snicket was unblocking the walk-in freezer where Larry Your-Waiter had been held prisoner for all this time, “she could only hope that it wasn’t too late.”

Larry’s teeth were chattering and icicles had formed from the tip of his nose and his chin. Lemony sighed and made his way back into the background as Kit tried to help Larry warm back up, draping a blanket around his shoulders.

“Larry! Thank goodness, you’re alive!”

“D-d-d-despite, all odd-d-d-d-d-d-d-ds,” Larry chattered, “I’d nearly run out of Jack Lond-d-d-d-don quotes.”

“Where are the orphans? The Spats’ have perished in a fire, someone is coming after VFD!”

“Yes. It’s C-c-c-c-c-c-count Olaf.”

“That villain! He’s a wanted criminal, how could—”

“D-d-d-d-d-d-disguises!”

“Well, we’re not going to let him get away with this.”

*-*-*

The football game was an absolute slaughter, just as Olaf had intended. With the coughing man from the bank and the tone deaf vice principal in attendance, Prufrock Prep was up by more than fifty points at halftime. Elijah was one of several of the “transfer students” who played both ways, offense and defense. Their opponents also played some players both ways, but it was because so few of the actual starters had been willing to suit up for this game—including the head coach!

Just looking at the two teams, it was apparent that one side was much bigger and more athletic.

The Prufrock Dead Horses hit harder, ran faster and played meaner than their opponents could at full strength, which they were not. The refs had also been bribed by the Prufrock cheer squad, so they weren’t calling the illegal hits or helmet to helmet shots that Prufrock continually dealt the undersized, understaffed visiting team.

”Now for your viewing enjoyment…” naturally, Count Olaf was announcing the game through the loudspeakers, even letting his character slip and using his authentic voice, ”The Prufrock Prep Cheer Squad will perform at the fifty yard line!”

Three stripper poles had been erected and loud club music bumped through the speakers as Carmelita came out first to get the crowd charged up with the school’s preferred call-and-response chant.

“What can’t be beat?”

“A dead horse!”

“What can’t be beat?”

“A dead horse!”

 

[princesssexci]

Violet

Prior to half time…

This wasnt at all how Violet expected things to go. Her pussy ached from the cocks she had not that long ago. When she was told by her cheer captain Carmelita about their half time show of course she objected.

“Well, maybe I would have considered your ideas…but you never showed up for practices…”


“Carmelita, how is that even fair? I just joined the team. Even Isadora just joined the team and…”



“And I still find a way to make it to practice, Violet…” Came Isadora’s soft voice as they all freshened up before going outside. Ironically, Isadora chose now to find her backbone.

Klaus had been right, they should’ve left immediately as soon as they found the chance but then they met Isadora and her brother….Damon? Danny?? …No, Duncan!

Isadora kept flipping back and forth so Violet couldn’t tell whose side the girl was on. Maybe her and her brother befriending the siblings had been the trap all along. Though that was like calling the pot that called the kettle pink. It wasn’t like she’d totally made up her mind.

“You know what would be spicy?” Carmelita came over and tugged on Violets tight top so more of her breasts showed,”If you and Isawhora made out on the field. For some weird dumb reason, the players like stupid cake eaters like you two.”

Violet scowled but Isadora nodded her hesd happily just pleased with her new popular status.

“We aren’t making out.” Violet snapped.

“Whatever, your popularity loss. More dicks for meeee…and Isawhora, I guess.”

”Now for your viewing enjoyment…” naturally, Count Olaf was announcing the game through the loudspeakers, even letting his character slip and using his authentic voice, ”The Prufrock Prep Cheer Squad will perform at the fifty yard line!”

“Lets go ladies, Vioslut don’t fuck this up!” Carmelita snapped.

Violet was ready to throttle Carmelita as they ran outside.

“What can’t be beat?” Carmelita called out.

“A dead horse!” Was their response.

“What can’t be beat?”

“A dead horse!”


….and straight to the stripper poles as hip hop music blasted through the speakers. Each girl did a little number on their pole.

 

[LitShark]

The crowd howled and whistled as the cheerleaders did their lewd pole dances on the fifty-yard line. Olaf hadn’t really choreographed a routine and Carmelita was more concerned with what moves made them most ‘popular,’ and what made Violet look worse. They were all struggling against the soreness in their bodies from having a full-team train run on them and moving on the patchy grass field in their insane heels, so their stamina faded before the song ran out.

Not one to sacrifice attention, Carmelita ceased her spinning and caught her breath for a moment.

“What can’t be beat?”

A DEAD HORSE! The crowd shouted back.

“That’s right!” Carmelita shouted before effectively snatching Violet off the pole by her ponytail. “Also, a head whore!”

Carmelita dramatically flipped her pink, pleated skirt over Violet’s head, still gripping the base of her ponytail. Using her other hand to pull her panties out of the way, Carmelita thrust her wet pussy, still messy from multiple, anonymous young men’s cum, into Violet’s face and began riding her aggressively.

“Wooooo!” Carmelita wailed, twirling her arm above her head like she was tossing a lasso.

It wouldn’t be the first time Carmelita forced Violet to eat her to a climax, and having an audience turned her on more. It wouldn’t take long for her to climax.

“You! Isawhora! Come eat my ass for the big finish!”

*-*-*

The Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender had been hard at work in the gym while most of the faculty and staff were busy watching the lopsided football game. The theme of the Homecoming Dance was ‘Memento Mori,’ the school’s motto, Latin for “remember you will die.”

Dramatic, purple, blue and black lights lit up the decorated gym, spackled with rotating, colored lights and the white reflections bouncing from a massive disco ball rotating in the center of the gym. Decorative gravestones were arranged around other macabre decorations. A stack of skulls gurgled red punch from their mouths and eyes into a fountain where they passed through a pump system and passing over dry ice before bubbling out of the skulls again.

The final score of the game had been 79-0, a bludgeoning by any estimation. The halftime show had been a great success, despite being not suitable for work.

*-*-*

Billy, not one to be subtle about his expectations for his date, had taken Violet back to the dorm to dress her as he desired her to be. A low-cut, purple, rubber micro-dress was what he decided on. Black fishnets, garter belts and a vibrating butt-plug. She was given matching, black fishnet sleeves to wear on her arms and her hair was tugged tightly into a ponytail at the very top of her head, threaded through with floor-length extensions matching her natural color and a few highlights matching her outfit. The extensions looked too obvious, at first, so Billy ended up braiding her hair to the very tip. Finishing the look with clear, six-inch stilettos.

“That’s my good slut,” Billy grinned, looking over her shoulder into the full-length mirror while squeezing and kneading her large breasts through the clinging rubber dress, “now, suck my cock before you do your makeup. We want it to last at least until the first slow dance.”

*-*-*

Duncan and Klaus were getting ready together, both wearing ill-fitting, off-the-rack suits. Duncan was going stag, as his relation to the notorious school whore made him toxic to girls, or at least it seemed that way. Somehow, Klaus had avoided the obvious downfall of his sister, preening as if their standing date was anything more than a formality.

“I wasn’t sure about how to match your sister’s dress, she said it was blue, but I’m not sure what shade. I used blue flowers in my boutonniere, but for my tie I went with black. I have this other tie that I’m using as a pocket square if this blue one matches better then I’ll use the black tie as a pocket square.”

“Do you really think it matters?”

“Look, I know a lot has changed, but tonight I intend to make your sister my fiancée and get both her and my sister out of here. I don’t care what Olaf and his thugs did to her. I love her.”

 

[princesssexci]

Violet


“That’s right!” Carmelita shouted before effectively snatching Violet off the pole by her ponytail. “Also, a head whore!”

Violet was wondering how she had ended up in this mess. One minute, she was just trying to get her siblings out of this wanna be school and now she was being forced to get the schools biggest female bully off, literally.

“Thats right, Vioslut! Make me cuuuum in front of all these losers. Show them what a little cumslut you are. It doesn’t matter whose, does iiiiittt!” The annoying red head writhed against her mouth over and over and over again.

She was so thankful when it was over. They’d won by being a great distraction but at what cost?

*****
After the game, Billy had brought her back to his dorm and had been rambling on about something as he led her to where her dress was. She felt like an incorrigible mess.

She wasn’t even sure if she was mentally using the right words for how she felt, which was a first.

Wordlessly, she walked over to the dress and got changed in what appeared to be more goth looking clothing. Okay, not exactly goth but close enough. 2 months ago, no one would have ever caught her in something like that.

Now, now her clothing style had seemed to change dramatically. Violet mustve been in a haze because she hadn’t fully realized she had finished dressing until Billy started talking.

“That’s my good slut,”

“Fuck…” She hissed as his hands groped at her breasts, her nipples hardened already aching for attention.

“Now, suck my cock before you do your makeup. We want it to last at least until the first slow dance.”

She dropped down to her knees and pulled his cock free from his pants. This was becoming too…normal for her. She was almost always expecting to be treated like a slut. This should be concerning to her.

Her tongue lapped up and down his cock until she took it fully into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Her head bobbed up and down, gurgle sounds escaping as she sucked.

Was it wrong that she had hoped at one time that Duncan would have had the balls to treat her this way? The degradation, the filthy talk. It was an extreme turn on when it shouldn’t have been.

 

[LitShark]

Transfer Students


In the locker room shower, all eight shower heads were spewing steamy water at full blast. The transfer students were laughing and drinking together in the nude as they drank, showered and took turns fucking Isadora in all her holes.

Billy had claimed Violet back to his dorm and Carmelita was busy with the faculty, which left Isadora to stay behind for the whole team. Her whole body had been lubed up with liquid soap and one player after another stuffed her pussy, ass and throat with hard cocks. Someone, at some point had triggered her brainwashing, so she wasn’t even holding herself back from being the enthusiastic, cock-craving slut that she had become.

Collie was the first to finish showering and glaze her face with cum. He was less interested in her brainwashed self—and he had big plans for her later in the night. After he came on her, he slid her frictionlessly across the tile like a puck to Elijah who wasted no time slipping his huge cock into her lathered, slippery asshole.

Collie dried off and went to hang Isadora’s dress for the dance before putting on his tailored suit. Isadora’s dress was different than Violet’s, almost conventional blue silk, hemmed at the middle by black lace. Perhaps a little high on the thighs and low on the chest, but it was comparable to any strapless ball dress at a prep school.

On a second hanger, Collie arranged her undergarments—leather straps woven in a mesh by metal rings to hug her body while subtly parting her pussy with straps set to lay on her lips.

After the last of the victorious team was finished cumming in and on their de facto shower toy, they slid her under a running showerhead and made their way out to get dressed for their own dance plans.

Once Isadora finished her own shower, Collie was waiting. Before she could say or do much of anything, he said the key phrase to bring her back to herself—or whatever remained of herself.

“Sugarbowl.”

Once she recovered, or reverted, it seemed to be taking longer than before. At any rate, she was back to her hesitant self. The Isadora that Collie knew better than any of the others.

“Are you excited for the dance? It’s going to be a fun time,” Collie held the matrix of straps and rings open, urging Isadora to step into the device, “you’re Klaus’ date, which is good—but you still belong to me.”

Once she was strapped in, Collie gave a few tugs and jerks to a few of the straps, making sure everything sits as it should. Suddenly, he shoved her against the lockers, making a loud noise but doing no real harm. She could take it.

Lastly, he adjusted the two straps of leather between her thighs, spreading her out and aggressively stroking her stretched and exposed clit. He dove at her neck, sucking and biting, leaving an almost immediate hicky behind.

“You’re his date, but you’re carrying my fucktoys between your legs. I may call on you at any time, for any reason—and you won’t deny me. You cannot, because you are mine,” still stroking, Collie plunged two fingers inside of her roughly, fingering her suddenly and at the same time as he was stroking her, “now thank me.”

Just as she seemed ready to climax, Collie let go of her all at once, shoving her back against the lockers again. He grabbed her dress and shoved it at her.

“Finish getting dressed, slut. I’ll see you soon.”

“He’s such a brute…” the henchperson of indeterminate gender sighed from a corner of the locker room where they had been silently watching, “come on, let’s do your hair and makeup.”

*-*-*

Coach and Principal

“Take it, you adorable fucking redhead slut!” the Principal with a Beard but No Hair was grunting as he slammed Carmelita’s pussy over the edge of his desk.

She was already dressed for the dance with a big, poofy, pink tulle skirt and a fitted, black lace bodice. She also wore thigh-high, black leather stilettos and black fishnets. Her eye makeup was fierce and her lips were lined with black—dressed for switching.

Count Olaf was still changing into his formal turban for the ball, waiting for his turn with the Head Cheerleader.


*-*-*

Billy

Gripping the base of Violet’s long ponytail, Billy leaned his head back and sighed, enjoying her enthusiastic servicing of his cock. He didn’t have to force her anymore, instead his hand just remained on her head like an affirmation as she bobbed up and down, gagging herself on his cock without hesitation.

Her throat had gotten quite talented in the last month, and though Billy knew he wasn’t alone in her throat training, he felt proud to have been involved as much as he was. A girl like Violet never would have looked at him if it hadn’t been for the strange influx of outsiders to their school, and Billy was proud to have seen his opportunity and taken advantage of it for his own gain. He wasn’t one of these outsiders, but here he was, reaping the benefits and playing a role by asserting himself into the situation.

The self-gratification helped him to cum quickly.

Billy pushed his hips forward and pushed down on the back of Violet’s head, pushing her face into his lap. His cock shuddered and reared in her neck, dumping the first glut of cum straight down her throat. He pulled out wetly, tilting Violet’s head back by the hair as he continued firing glut after glut of his cum across her face and into her mouth.

When he was finished, he shoved her head away from him as he always did, as if disdain was his love language.

“Now, fix your face. And you’d better not go near that Elijah. He’s bringing Carmelita as his date.”



*-*-*

Klaus & Collie


Klaus’ fingers were fogging the inside of the clear, plastic container with a blue and black boutonniere inside. He was nervous about pinning it on her, getting his hand that close to her chest… he shifted uncomfortably in his late father’s dress shoes.

Nervously checking his watch again, Klaus tried not to imagine what could be keeping his girlfriend behind after his sister, Carmelita and the rest of the football team had all gone. Maybe not all… Collie.

Klaus’ eyes narrowed as his smirking bully emerged from the locker room.

“Where is she?” Klaus demanded from behind clenched teeth.

“Who?” Collie chuckled, adjusting the collar of his formal jacket worn over a plain, black t-shirt.

“My girlfriend!” Klaus’ voice cracked slightly and Collie was unable to suppress a laugh.

“She’s coming,” Collie continued to smirk, “she’s definitely going to be cumming.”

Collie laughed and brushed past Klaus, still laughing as he began to dance on his way into the decorated gym. The henchpersons with painted faces were DJing and it turned out that they were absolutely cracked on the turntables.

 

[princesssexci]

Isadora

Everyone disbursed into their own areas. Isadora couldn’t even keep up with what was going on. One moment she was on the ground jerking and sucking off and fucking the transfer students and the next…

“Sugarbowl.”

The next thing she knew Isadora was stepping out of the shower and feeling that sense of helplessness. She wasnt sure what she was stepping into. Her body felt like she’d been fucked more than enough times tonight.

“Are you excited for the dance? It’s going to be a fun time,”

She slowly blinked as she stared at Collie. She didn’t even remember how long she’d been with him. The last thing she remembered was Klaus and then everything shut down.

“Yes…” She whispered.

“you’re Klaus’ date, which is good—but you still belong to me.”

She felt a rush of relief go through her. She would be with Klaus tonight but the second part of his sentence made her shiver and her pussy quiver.

“What do I have on?”

She was pushed into a locker and gasped sharply then whimpered as he rubbed her clit. She made little whiny sounds as he kissed her neck. It didnt matter what she had on.

“Oh my god!” She moaned and she didnt know how she was able to function like this because her body felt exhausted.

“You’re his date, but you’re carrying my fucktoys between your legs. I may call on you at any time, for any reason—and you won’t deny me. You cannot, because you are mine,”

“I…” Did she even have a choice? It didnt feel like it,”O-okay.”

She was too close to cumming to do anything but agree.

“now thank me.”

“Thank you, Collie!” She moaned and then whimpered again because he had stopped playing with her clit. Isadora was on edge and hated it. But also sort of loved it.

“Finish getting dressed, slut. I’ll see you soon.”

Isadora bit her lip and followed the non gendered hench person, nodding her head at his words about Collie being a brute. “I cant wait to see what you have for me.”



Carmelita

Adorable …

The term rang in her head over and over again. She was an adorable slut and tonight had gone absolutely perfectly. She had made sure that she was able to humiliate that stupid cock eater…cake eater? No, after the last few hours Violet had proven she had been downgraded to cock eater.

“Take it, you adorable fucking redhead slut!”

Carmelita groaned and was happy that she had managed to get dressed so when it was time to go to the dance she would be ready. She looked absolutely fucking adorably hot with her black and pink.

“Yeaaah yeaaaah give it to me. “ She groaned loud enough so that everyone knew these were her dicks to fuck. No one could top her, not Isawhora or Vioslut.

She was the best fuck in this school and it would stay that way.



~ Violet~



Violet still couldnt say how exactly she had gotten to this point, on her knees for one of the biggest bullies at Prufrock college but here she was on her knees sucking him off like she was a pro.

And at this point, she was.

He pulled out wetly, tilting Violet’s head back by the hair as he continued firing glut after glut of his cum across her face and into her mouth.

She gasped for air her mouth still hanging open as Billy smeared her face woth his cum.

After all, she deserved this and by the time the dance was over her siblings would be free. Her brows creased because she wasn’t exactly sure why she kept telling herself that. It was at that point Billy shoved her head away from him.

Shw couldn’t stop the needy look on her face as she turned back to look at him. No one wouldve told her that she would be acting like this with a man who kept humiliating her the way he did.

“Now, fix your face. And you’d better not go near that Elijah. He’s bringing Carmelita as his date.”

Elijah’s name lit a fire in her heart but the fact that Carmelita was going with him to the dance just doused that fire out.

“Oh, well good for him.” She said softly before pulling out a dark blue dress that was see through with jewels all over it. Isadora had let her borrow it because all of her clothes were “too conservative” Quickly, Violet got dressed

Once they arrives to the dance, Violet tried not to focus on the fact that Carmelita had been dancing with Elijah or how good he looked. That was the first thing she saw before searching for her brother.

Isadora

Isadora stepped into the grand auditorium feeling uneasy. Her confidence was there but not there. Things she had done had flickered through her mind almost like clips from a really bad porn movie and she was the star.

Well— her, Carmelita, and Violet.

She had to find Violet and apologize for her horrible attitude. Hopefully, the brunette didn't hate her.

But first, Klaus, her darling Klaus. She spotted him sitting at a table alone and her heart clenched. She wanted him to at least enjoy the dance.

As she approached her boyfriend in her out of character dress, she smiled at Klaus. “Hi Klaus…” came her soft voice. “You look handsome.”

Carmelita

Carmelita had arrived at the dance with Elijah, her arm possessively wrapped around his as if claiming him for the whole fucking world to see that she got the hottest transfer student. Her pussy was so sore from all the dick she’d been getting lately. The coach and new vice principal had been wearing her.

So had Elijah. He was such a good fuck which was why she wasn’t letting that cake eater have him.

She was full of absolute glee when Violet glanced at them or well Elijah and then quickly looked away.

“Awww poor cake eater misses you Elijah…We should go dance, make her reaaaaly see what she’s missing.” She said as if she were the one in charge.

In her mind, she really did believe she had an ounce of power.

 

[LitShark]

Klaus


Klaus’ eyes widened and seemed to twinkle for a moment as he looked up at Isadora, his girlfriend, dressed in a lovely but respectable formal dress. If he’d been searching he might have noticed the edges of the leather strap harness she was wearing underneath—but he was blinded by her beauty, her meek voice and the semblance of sincerity behind her vibrant, blue eyes, offset by blue eyeshadow and pink lipstick. The whole gym seemed to glow brighter under the multicolored lights and Klaus knew that he was on the right track.

“My love, your beauty is beyond compare,
I see heaven reflected in the highlights of your hair.”

A couplet practically spewed out of Klaus, rising to embrace her in his arms, holding her close. He was going to propose to her tonight. Everything, all of the unwelcome encounters and unfortunate events would all be worth it if he could make this remarkable young woman love him. This girl whose parents knew his parents—who was also one of three siblings made orphan by a fire.

It was fated to be so.

Klaus kissed her tenderly, his hands on the small of her back, gently at first, then feeling around more curiously. Maybe she had worn special underwear because she knew tonight would be the night that they finally went all the way. She seemed to pull out of the kiss prematurely, which made Klaus almost flinch.

“Let’s dance, shall we dance?” Klaus held his hand toward the dance floor, his other hand taking hers and inviting her into a rather mundane, safe and directionless waltz.

*-*-*


Collie and Steve


“Yeah. The fresh shipment arrived after the game. My old captain made so much betting on us to win and various other prop bets that I tipped him to, he doubled my order at no charge,” Collie handed a much larger bottle of pills to Steve who quickly popped two for himself, clearly having formed an addiction, “he’s coming tonight.”

“To the dance?” Steve handed the pills back.

“Yeah, he wants to see this girl I keep writing him all these dirty stories about,” Collie chuckled, producing a bottle of rum and pouring it glugging into the punch bowl, “then maybe he’ll crew me back up, bringing her as a scullery wench.”

“I thought chicks were bad luck on ships.”

“They’re bad luck on a crew,” Collie replied, dropping several dozen pills into the punch before following them with a bottle of whiskey, “but as a relief post… the men like having something to dump their loads in.”

“And you’re fine with that?” Steve scoffed, ladling out two plastic cups of the dangerously strong punch.

Collie shrugged.

“I told her she’d be my Sea Wife and I meant it. Sharing with the crew is part of the life.”

“The pirate’s life,” Steve raised his glass, smiling.

“And a yo ho ho,” Collie raised his glass, a subtle nerve of sorrow within his voice.

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Elijah and Carmelita


The look back from Violet wasn’t missed by Elijah either, he smirked at her and her date. His long arm pulled Carmelita close as he kept looking over at Violet with the same cruel smirk on his face.

“Yeah, let’s cut up a goddamn rug, love,” Elijah’s hands moved under her ruffled skirt.

Elijah picked Carmelita up like she weighed nothing at all, tipping her forward so that her hands braced her against the gym floor and began grinding against her ass and pussy lewdly, the long outline of his cock evident behind the pinstripes of his black zoot suit. Carmelita quickly wrapped her legs around him and joined his rhythmic dry humping.

Elijah laughed, looking back at Violet as he worked his hips back and forth to the music, grinding and humping and grinding more. It was pretty clear that both were doing all of it as a kind of performance to make Violet jealous—but that somehow made it worse.

“Oh yeah, Carmelita! Your body is the best I’ve ever touched, you adorable fucking bitch!”

They were practically pounding against each other at this point.

 

[princesssexci]

Isadora

Isadora felt herself blushing at Klaus’ words. He was too incredibly sweet. She almost felt like she didn’t deserve him. He was too good for her.

For who could ever love an absolute whor—

Her thoughts were instantly cut off by his lips firmly planting on her own. She closed her eyes relishing in the moment until her memory dragged up all those thoughts of her being on her knees for countless men, some she didnt even know…

She jerked back and then smiled nervously.
“Wow, I dont think Ive ever actually attended one of these before. Usually, I stay huddled in the library with my brother.” Isadora said quickly turning the topic to something that would make Klaus think less about how she pulled back from the kiss and more so about how excited she was about being here.

“Let’s dance, shall we dance?”

Isadora smiled and nodded her head, taking Klaus’ hand so he could lead her out to the dance floor.

~~Violet~~

So far, Violet was not having a great time at this dance like everyone else. Klaus was dancing with his girlfriend regardless of how much she had….changed but at least he was getting to enjoy his date.

Some of the other cheerleaders were making out with their dates or dancing or…both.

The party hadn’t gotten so wild that anyone was fucking on the dance floor.

Violet was having a horrible time though. She could have been enjoying herself. She should find…goodness, what was his name? Hm, maybe she hadn’t really bothered to care.

Costner?

No.

Col…en?

Hm that didn’t seem right either. She really was losing herself because she typically prided herself on remembering information. It was one of her super powers.

Collie? Was that his name? Well regardless, she should have been looking for him. He was her date and he gave her specific instructions to stay away from Elijah and Carmelita.

Her eyes were drawn to them though, like a moth to the flame. They were dry humping in the middle of the ballroom floor.

“Fuck…” She murmured, unable to make herself look away.

**Carmelita**

“Yeah, let’s cut up a goddamn rug, love,”

Carmelita giggled knowingly and felt excitement rush through her knowing that stupid whore Vioslut was watching her, watching them.

It probably kiiiiilled her to know Carmelita had someone she desperately wanted. Carmelita loved that.

“Oh yeah, Carmelita! Your body is the best I’ve ever touched, you adorable fucking bitch!”

She groaned as they ground against one another. Something about humiliating Violet was a huuuge turn on. That and Elijah’s big cock. That was also a turn on.

She could see the look of sadness briefly brush over Cuntlets face. Cuntlets? Hm it didnt have as nice of a ring to it.

“Better than Whorelet?” Oooh that was a good nickname. “the poor little cake eater?”

~~Violet~~

Was he trying to make her jealous? That was so low and pathetic and …and ….and working! She had already become jealous and she couldn’t figure out why.

It wasn’t like she didn’t have her own cock to fuck. She shook her head. No. No she was supposed to be doing something way more important than fucking or watching her ex boyfriend, had they even really been dating, fuck on the dance floor.

She was supposed to be getting Sunny and Klaus out of this dreadful place.

Sunny!

Fuck, where the hell was Sunny? Had she gotten sooo involved in her own affairs that she had forgotten about her little baby sister.

Except even with that thought alone she still couldn’t break her gaze away from the horrid pair.

 

[LitShark]

VFD

In the library, Sunny was gesturing to a map of the school. She wore a black beret and woodland camo. Surrounded by Kit Snicket, Larry Your-Waiter, Olivia Caliban and Duncan, Sunny continued to speak in baby talk with all the others nodding around her. They were all dressed in camouflage and black. Duncan had black grease paint under his eyes and Kit had a pistol on her hip.

This crew meant business.

“Kah-bub-lubu-ka, Mmmah-blubbu-ka.” Sunny was saying.

“But we still don’t know where Olaf is,” Kit answered, leaning over the map and shining her pen light on the outline of the gymnasium. Sunny made some more baby noises which meant That’s why we need to breech from every exit point.

“We haven’t considered something else,” Larry intervened, “what if they don’t want to go?”

Sunny looked confused.

“It’s just a chance we’ll have to take.” Duncan said, his voice sounding deeper than before. Olivia blushed.

“Sunny, you need to make sure that the car stays safe, since it’s how we plan to get off campus.”

And straight to the Bank, to get our fortune.

“No one could deny that they’ve earned it, by now.” Kit nodded, “Volunteers, let’s go put out some fires.” They all strode off, full of purpose—except for Sunny, who crawled, but no less full of purpose.


Billy


By now the punch was so spiked that it had diluted the red dye enough that the punch looked pale and rust colored. Billy brought two glasses back to where Violet was standing, handing one glass to her.

“You know, two can play that game, right?” Billy smirked, taking a sip of his strong drink and insistently nudging his knee between Violet’s thighs, his free hand squeezing her ass through her latticework, jeweled dress, “show him what he’s missing.”

If Billy had really been interested in Violet, he might have been hurt or jealous about her obvious attention on her former lover—but this was all worked out. It was a game that they both knew they were playing with her, passing her back and forth—making a mess of her feelings. Billy knew that Elijah planned to get back with Violet before the dance was over, but Billy wanted to get all the service he could until he switched to Carmelita on the rebound.

“Come on. Leave a slug trail on my slacks,” Billy smirked before grinding against Violet, his leg against her bare sex, and fed her his tongue.

Elijah was holding Carmelita off the ground by her hips, grinding her up and down the length of his cock like a toy.


Klaus


The song changed to a slow song and Klaus gently pulled Isadora close, rocking from one foot to the other, his hands on her waist.

“I’ve had a pretty tough life up to this point, Isadora. I know you have too. I know… I know you’ve done things that you’re not proud of. But I want you to know, I don’t care. You’re the only thing in this horrible life that has made me feel even a tiny bit of happiness since my parents died. I don’t care what you have done, or who you did it with. I want to spend my life with you. Isadora, will you—”

“Back up, scrub. I’m cutting in,” Collie came up behind Isadora, just as Klaus was kneeling, his hands coming under her arms and lewdly squeezing her breasts through the formal dress, letting her feel the leather straps below pinching at her as he squeezed tighter.

Collie smelled of liquor and cigarettes, he was visibly impaired, but despite everything, she seemed to move with him as he ground his cock against her ass. Neither seemed to be disguising what they were doing.

“I was in the middle of—"

“I’ll pass her back in a song or two,” Collie brought one hand up to encircle her throat, turning her away from Klaus and leading her into a dark corner, in the shadow of the tower speakers. His hands were moving all over her body as his lips found the nape of her neck.

 

[princesssexci]

Violet:

“You know, two can play that game, right?

Violet’s brows pinched together. Was Billy suggesting she make Elijah jealous? It hadn’t seemed to be working. That had been her plan at some point during all this but she kept getting distracted by Billy’s cock.

Though Elijah’s was pretty good too.

“show him what he’s missing.”

As Billy spoke his free hand found its way over her breasts causing her to moan. Damn it, why did this feel so fucking good?

“Doesn’t really seem like he cares all that much…” Violet murmured. “Wait, why are you helping me? I was 75% sure you hated me.” To be honest, she was a bit confused that Billy didn’t seem upset that she was focusing her attention on Elijah though she hadn’t been subtle about wanting Eli.

Maybe that was the problem…

“Come on. Leave a slug trail on my slacks,” Billy smirked before grinding against Violet, his leg against her bare sex, and fed her his tongue.

She eagerly sucked on his tongue as she practically humped his leg. 3 weeks ago, she would have been appalled by such a display but now she was the display.

Instead of focusing on Elijah she was focusing on how good it was feeling to be used by Billy. This had happened before and was probably why she was in this situation to begin with.

Isadora:

The dance was lovely so far. Klaus was his usual gentlemanly self. Meanwhile, she could feel that inner slut wanting to come out and barely heard Klaus almost proposing to her.

Instead, she was picturing him tsking charge or trying to and slamming her against the wall…

or no, bendjng her over one of the tables and fuc—-

“Back up, scrub. I’m cutting in,”

She felt Collie before seeing him and chewed on her lip to fight the moans as his hands instantly found her tits. Isadora was trying sooooo hard to be a good girl for Klaus. Seeing him kneeling like that made her feel guilty.

“Klaus I…” she started but Collie’s hand found her throat and her pussy clenched. She was already grinding against Collie though.

“I was in the middle of—"

“I’ll pass her back in a song or two,”

Oh, well that was fine. She would be back.

“I wont be gone long, Klaus…”

It didn’t take long for Collie to drag her away. It also didn’t take long for her to shove her hand down his pants and stroke him. Her head fell back as she pulled his cock out.

“I need it so bad…”