Chapter 17 — The Principal

Steffy could hear Teacher Greg’s erratic breathing as he aggressively slammed his cock to her wet entrance.

“You look so hot in that red dress, Miss Rivera. Too bad it’s on the floor now,” the teacher said in between her moans. Chuckling, Steffy pushed her teacher towards the long table behind him and let his back rest on it. Looking around them, Steffy realized that the teacher had brought her to an abandoned classroom. It was her first time to be fucked in this kind of setting, considering the life she had in the city, but the idea did not bother her. It made her feel more aroused and more challenged. She did not know how cheap places like this can also be a good place for a good fuck. They can also hear the loud music from the school gym even from where they were.

Her thoughts briefly remembered Marie, but she knew she was in good hands. The girl had indeed got herself some new friends, just as she had expected and planned. Running her palms through her teacher’s hardened chest, she pushed him more when she felt his cock go in and out of her scared canal. She moved up and down as Teacher Greg pulled her body down, giving him the chance to run his tongue on his nipples.

“Don’t come yet,” Teacher Greg whispered as he turned to lay her down on the table. He pulled his cock from her and spread her legs apart. Feeling more excited, Steffy moaned louder when she felt the teacher’s tongue running to the cheeks of her vagina. She was already feeling the tension on her lower abdomen as her teacher expertly licked every part of her down there, lingering on her most sensitive part, which was her clitoris. “You are so delicious, Steffy. You make me feel high,” Teacher Greg whispered.

“G-Get your cock inside me, Sir Greg. I’m about to come.”

After several strokes with his tongue, the teacher pulled her up and said, “Get down and let me see your ass.” Steffy hastily climbed down the table and planted her feet on the ground. Another moan escaped her lips as Teacher Greg started fucking her from behind.

“Yes, yes!” Steffy moaned. “Does it feel good, Steffy?” the teacher asked, both of his hands clasped the cheeks of her bum. She could only moan. No one had ever ravaged and pleasured her body like this. She felt so intoxicated by it. She could do this with him all day and still cannot get enough. And yet, she cannot tell him that. She knew things have to end, so she was savoring every moment. She did not want her little mouth to ruin everything she found exciting, just like Teacher Greg’s expertise in exploring her body. Her moans should be enough to let him know how much she’s enjoying it. Steffy received several blows and in just a few seconds, her head had swirled as she felt herself reach multiple orgasms. Teacher Greg collapsed on top of her. Their private parts pounded as they stayed like that, completely lost in ecstasy and pleasure.

The moment Marie received Steffy’s text, she went home. It had been an exhausting day for her. Even though this night turned out to be a little better than the most times she had been in this school, she knew she will feel a lot more okay if she went home and slept. Steffy had an emergency thing to do, hence she had to drive back home with her dad. The party was not over yet. Even though the evil principal had declared a complete liquor ban, her classmates still snuck some of inside the school premises. After all, this was high school. Anything can happen in high school. She knew her classmates were always in high spirits, so she pretended she did not see them. She wanted to terrorize Mr. Seson anyway. Walking past the classrooms from the other buildings, she realized all the students and the faculty were indeed gathered at the party.

She was completely alone. Only the music she heard from the gym accompanied her, and she felt suddenly agitated as she drew nearer to the school gate. Panic consumed her when suddenly, a shadow of a man was walking towards her in hurried steps. She tried to stir in a different direction, half-running. She knew she was in grave trouble!

“Help!” She tried shouting for help, but nothing seemed to come out of her mouth. Her erratic breathing made it hard for her to scream. The shadow was catching up with her, and as it drew closer, it had become so familiar. “N-No! This can’t be!” she said as her insides trembled with fear. “Where do you think you’re going?” Marie’s eyes had seen horror as Mr. Seson suddenly appeared clearly in front of her with a knife in his hand.

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

Teacher Greg and Steffy were standing in front of a wooden gate. He had brought her to his small farmhouse, located just a few miles away from school. “I want to let you see this during the day but since we’re already here, let’s just savor it, anyway.”

Giggling, Steffy took exciting steps as they marched on the rocky pathway. Both of them agreed to leave, made up excuses so they could sneak out of the party. “Oops, be careful,” said Teacher Greg as he guided Steffy towards the part where there was better lighting. They passed by a huge fish pond that looked so serene as the moon hovered over them. Fireflies were seen flying around the trees just a little further away and the sight had truly captivated Steffy’s attention.

“Do you know our province has many mythical stories about fireflies?” the teacher asked. Steffy nodded her head in response. “Of course, I read books, you know. Some stories say that fireflies indicate elementals, and others say that they are lost souls looking for the pathways towards the afterlife.”

“And do you believe such stories?”

“Sir, it’s a myth. A fantasy. It isn’t real.”

“But what if they’re real? What if there is a different world that lies somewhere out there?” Steffy was quiet for a moment. “Yes, there are two worlds, Sir Greg. And only the other one holds complete power and absolute wealth.”

“What about the other world?”

“I won’t say much about it. That world is full of filth and poverty. No one from the first world would ever desire to tread in there… but of course, sometimes a man should do certain sacrifices. My father taught me that.”

“That’s quite interesting,” the teacher replied. “Where do you belong then, Steffy?”

Steffy only smirked at him as they continued walking. Then they slowly advanced towards the teacher’s fancy farmhouse. Once inside, the teacher turned the light on and it immediately flooded the room. He sensed Steffy’s amazement when she saw the inside of the house. He was quite proud of the touch that he had in this private place of his. Everything that Steffy saw and touched was his. Before their very eyes was an expensive sala (living room) set and a vast carpet on the floor. A nice furnace was on the right side of the house, while an average-sized chandelier hung on the ceiling. Even the maroon curtains looked elegant and made the place looked comparable to that of the suite found in five-star hotels in the city. There was a part where wine and other bottles of liquor were displayed and to the left were the kitchenware and the dining area, complete with a microwave oven and a white refrigerator. On top of it, all was the mini library that stood elevated on the right side of the place, also complete with Teacher Greg’s most adored collection of books and reading materials.

“Nice place, Sir. Well, ‘nice’ is an understatement. This place is gorgeous!” Steffy exclaimed as her eyes scanned the place.

“Thank you, Miss Rivera. I always come here whenever I feel stressed at work. The ambiance helps me feel relaxed.”

“I can see why. Can I go upstairs and check the books?”

“Make yourself comfortable while I prepare some drinks, food, and a warm bed to lie into.” Teacher Greg chuckled as he watched her giddily climbed the steps towards his mini-library.

“You are a teacher,” Steffy remarked when she saw the stacks of books on her teacher’s shelves. He then went to put up the fire in the furnace. “I love collecting books and reading them.”

“What else do you like?” she asked again. “I enjoy drinking and shooting.”

“Shooting?” he saw her descending the stairs already. Chuckling, the teacher looked at her with an amused look. “Yes, with guns.”

Blowing a sigh, Steffy went to his mini-bar and grabbed a red wine. He nodded at her when she gestured to let her pour some on the glass.

“I also like guns,” she said as she poured herself a drink. “Guns don’t suit you,” replied Teacher Greg, while laughing a little.

“Yeah, that’s what daddy used to say. He never allowed me to hold one.”

“So, you haven’t held one yet?” Steffy shook her head as she took a sip of her red wine.

“I’ll teach you,” Teacher Greg whispered.

“You will?” He laughed a little when Steffy’s eyes blinked with excitement. Drawing near her, he pulled her into an embrace. Her little arms automatically dangled around his neck.

“Yes, but first, let’s do something way better and more exciting than playing with guns.”

“I know exactly what you want, which is what I also want.”

“And what is that, hmm?” he asked seductively as he pulled her up on the table, letting her legs snake around his waist. He poked his thing in her stomach, making her giggle.

“Well, I can play with your gun first.”

“Let me go! Help! He—”

Marie received a blow on her stomach and she instantly felt woozy. The pain sent her body to the floor. The principal automatically picked her up like a sack of rice.

“You have been a very naughty bitch. Now I must punish you!” Mr. Seson said, grunting as he felt the weight of the student on his right shoulder. The principal hastily walked towards his own office. He made sure no one would witness his horrible crime. He then carefully put the half-conscious girl on the couch when he reached the office. He turned on his heels to secure the locks of his office door.

“P-please, help!” shouted the girl at the top of her lungs when she finally regained consciousness. The evil school principal let out a manic laugh as he watched her lying on the couch. She was completely helpless.

“Shut up, little bitch! No one is going to hear you from here. Everyone is glad at the gym. You are the only one who is unhappy. Is it because you don’t have a friend? But don’t worry, I will make you happy then.”

Marie spat at him and angrily said, “You are a monster and disgustingly ugly! And for the record, I have a friend, and I know once she knows this, she will destroy you!”

Instantly, the man’s calloused hand flew to her face and she let out a pitiful cry. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry,” he said as he gathered her in his arms. Marie squirmed, not wanting to let herself be drawn to his embrace. “You know what will happen if you continue to be a bitch?” he whispered. “I will get your friend and I will also do the same things I always do to you.”

“No! Stay away from Steffy! I won’t let you hurt her!”

“Yes, dear,” he said, drawing another of his monstrous laugh. “If you behave tonight, I promise you, I will not hurt your friend. Shh, you’ll be fine now, okay? Just behave like a good girl.” He pulled her underwear down. She tried to struggle, but she only received another blow on her face. Whimpering, she attempted to curl herself into a ball, but the principal still pulled her underwear off. He tossed the fabric in the middle of the place, then tied her hands up and spread her legs apart. She could only cry loudly as the man before she completely ripped her already broken soul. He started unbuckling his pants and, for a moment there, that thing between his legs will once again ravage and take control of her being. ‘I can’t win this fight. You’re wrong, Steffy! I cannot ever win. Where are you, Steffy? Please, I need you now.’

Losing the will to fight, she gave in. But maybe miracles were indeed true, because just as she was about to surrender every ounce of hope left in her, a man appeared from behind the principal and knocked him off using a baseball bat.

It still shook Marie when the guy had brought her to his car.

“I don’t know how to thank you for saving me,” she meekly said in a hoarse voice. Yolo let out a boyish grin at the shivering girl beside her. They were currently seated inside his car, completely away from the horror that this girl experienced a while ago. He looked at her sympathetically as she fumbled with the bottle of water he gave her. “It’s nothing, Marie. I’m sure anyone will also help you if they have seen what the principal was doing to you.”

The girl shook her head. “N-No. No one will ever dare to help me. Everybody thinks I am the principal’s slut.”

Silence engulfed them as Marie calmed herself down. It gave Yolo a minute to look back at the incident that happened a while ago. “Well, I’m just glad that I was there.”

Casting him a confused look, Marie asked timidly, “Which reminds me, why were you there?” Clearing his throat, he took the bottle from Marie’s hand and raised it to his mouth. Then he took several gulps before he gave it back to her. “I fell asleep while waiting for the principal. I was just curled like a ball behind his desk, and I bet he didn’t notice me because he was busy...anyway, I was also glad I found a weapon.”

“Yeah,” Marie replied. “A baseball bat.”

“Yes, that one,” he agreed, chuckling. “He reprimanded earlier some students at the office. They must have left it there.”

“I see.” They were silent once again. “How long have you known Steffy?” Marie asked in the middle of reverie. “I met her here, she’s the new student, right?” he replied.

“How about you?” Marie smiled and answered, “She’s like my guardian angel. Since that day she saved me from the principal, she never left my side in this school. Except for tonight. Well, we weren’t expecting this to happen.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now,” Yolo replied. “Anyway, shall I take you home now?”

The girl cast her an embarrassed look, “Y-Yes. If that’s okay with you. I still feel shaky.”

“Of course, that’s more than fine with me. Just give me the direction as we drive along.” Yolo drove with his car and off they went. He saw Marie’s worried face as she looked outside the window. Street lights briefly crossed her face, enhancing the weariness that he saw in the girl. “Hey,” he said, lightly tapping her shoulder. “Don’t worry, the principal’s just fine. I may have knocked him off, but he’s just unconscious. Besides, I placed him on the couch so everybody may think he’s just sleeping.”

Marie smiled at him and for a moment there, Yolo found her attractive amidst those lonely eyes. “I know… I don’t care if he’s dead or not. It’s just that, I don’t know what will happen next after this incident. I-I think I should already have to file a case against the principal.”

“You should have done that the moment he started using you as his sex toy.”

“I was scared, Yolo. He’d threatened me and my entire family about the power that he has. H-He mentioned about a certain secret society, and I know he wasn’t joking because almost every day I see prying eyes around me.” Yolo clenched his fist as he listened to Marie’s testimony. “I’m just afraid he’ll do something bad to you if he finds out and-and I’m scared for Steffy as well.”

Yolo drew a smirk then replied, “He’ll never know who I was.”