Thread: Lessons 101 (Jack Stalker x Bloodflower)

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! That was the only word going through Michelle's head as Grant pretty much brushed aside all of her efforts to gain his sympathy. She was also fuming about the disrespectful way in which he was speaking to her, but what the hell could she do about it but shut up and take it? Still, that was nothing compared to what the headmaster told her about having called her parents to the school later than night. The bastard was more devious than she could have ever imagined, and he knew exactly how to back her up into a corner so that she had no choice but to do as he pleased. Michelle's nostrils flared with anger which she was barely able to contain and her heart began pounding hard behind her chest. She felt constricted, as if it was getting harder to breathe with the threat of her whole life being ruined looming over her head. There was no doubt in her mind that her father would indeed disown her just like Grant had guessed and that she'd never see a single penny of her inheritance. He'd probably beat her until her ass was a brighter shade of red than the Ferrari sitting in their garage before throwing her out on the street, too. As much as Michelle hated to admit it, Grant's offer , if it could even be called as such, was the lesser of two evils. Her shoulders dropped and a wave of hopelessness washed over her as she watched Grant take off his jacket and reveal the shape of a shockingly fit body that one would expect to see from a professional athlete or something, not the school's disciplinary headmaster. At least it wasn't going to be some old, fat and bald guy taking advantage of her, Michelle attempted to console herself without much success. When he commanded her to remove her bra, she started to cry. Real tears this time tears of frustration about the fact that she was helpless to do anything. Michelle contorted her arms somewhat and slid them under the back of her shirt reluctantly to unhook her bra clasp, but before she could finish, Grant was already upon her. She let out a sharp squeal as the man's large hand wrapped itself around her slender throat, feeling herself being lifted up until she could barely struggle to touch the ground with the tip of her black stilettos. W-wait! Michelle stammered desperately, pulling her hands back out from under her shirt and grabbing the man's arm with both of them, trying in vain to make him let go. She'd actually managed to almost get the bra clasp almost undone, and her subsequent struggling succeeded in making it pop open altogether. The bra itself was still being held in place by the straps over Michelle's shoulders and her shirt keeping it somewhat pressed against her body. Between her own crying and hyperventilating and Grant's iron grip around her throat, it was getting very, very difficult to breathe. She opened her mouth and gasped for air, her knees trembling as the headmaster's fingers maneuvered in between her perfectly toned thighs. Michelle groaned in protest and tried squeezing her legs together to keep him out, but it was t no avail. Her eyes widened with shock as the man's fingers began eagerly rubbing away at her slit, teasing it through the almost non-existent layer of protection being provided by the matching set of pink panties which she was wearing. She was getting hot from the struggling and the fact that she was being molested in her most intimate regions, and breathing still wasn't getting any easier. Desperate for Grant to stock choking her, the only solution that Michelle could think of was to do as he'd asked. She quickly threw her jacket off easily enough, letting it land in a heap on the floor, but her shirt was a more complicated affair. Her nerves - and more importantly the hand fondling her pussy - caused her to fumble around with the buttons to the point where she ended up just ripping the last two off entirely. Michelle was horrified with herself as she was unable to suppress a low moan when the headmaster puller her panties to the side and granted himself complete access to her womanhood, stroking it expertly. She could feel herself getting wet down there despite her best efforts to control herself, and for probably the first time in her life, Michelle prayed to god that Grant would somehow fail to notice. In the meanwhile, she managed to get her shirt off, and the bra was an easy matter after that, leaving her completely nude from the waist up. Her small, perky breasts were each crowned by a cute and completely erect pink nipple, and the way that Grant was holding her by the neck, it caused Michelle to arch her back and thrust her chest out towards him. She continued to struggle against the teasing that he was inflicting upon her, but it was no use. Shutting her eyes tightly and grimacing slightly from the combination of sexual stimulation and discomfort from being choked, Michelle let out another low moan, her warm breath caressing Grant's lips. P-please...I... she struggled to get the words out but blindly reached up towards the man's arm once again, signaling that she was asking him to let go of her throat now that she'd done everything that he'd asked.