Chapter Five“Miss Cho! Miss Morgan, you will slow down this instant!” Agnes Mayhew shouts as the two girls fly down the hall and out the doors of the studio. The tradition of racing back to the dorms on Fridays were a regular occurrence for the two for sometime now and the cautionary words from Agnes, the 84 year old humanities teacher would hold no sway.
As the race enters the home stretch, Quinn beings to pull away despite Roxy tiny legs moving as fast as they will carry her, the older and taller Quinn simply can’t be caught. Their room is on the second floor; Quinn’s lead had increased so drastically that she was out of sight by the time Roxy reached the building.
“You know-“ Roxy shouts as she sees Quinn run into their room. “One of these days I’m gonna beat-“ Roxy’s words are cut short as she reaches their room to see Quinn standing shocked at the multiple men moving boxes of from their room.
“You two are late.” Candace says sitting on Roxy’s now empty desk Half of the room has been stripped of all but a few of Roxy’s personal effects. The stuffed rabbit that her dad brought home from one of his overseas trips.
Roxy scrambles toward her bed quickly grabbing the bunny before any of the men who have moved her things can get to it. “What is going on?” Quinn exerts, her frustrations directed at Candace who pays her little mind.
“Roxanne, Headmistress Rose has decided that it would be most beneficial for you to continue your remaining time here living at her residence, accommodations have been made, and your things have been moved.” She continues to text on her phone not even bothering to look up at the shocked faces before her.
“T-that’s not fair!” Roxanne protests gripping tightly onto the bunny in her hands, her eyes shooting over to Quinn whose eyes are daggers aimed at Candace.
Quinn steps between Roxanne and Candace asserting herself into the situation, “You can’t jus-“
Candace stands from her desk, taking a few quick strides toward Quinn who has her thought cut short. The noticeable size difference in the 5’2” Quinn and the 5’7” Candace is enough to give Quinn pause as to her tone and demeanor. “Quinn,” Candace says softly knowing that her point was made clear by stature alone. “You must understand, as the Headmistress’ ward, Roxanne is her legal responsibility, and she simply can’t allow someone who is under her care to reside outside of the residence.”
The girls look at each other “I don’t wanna go.” Roxy says; before Quinn even has a moment to calm her nerves. Candace resumes directing traffic as the last of Roxy’s things are taken from the room. Quinn holds little Roxy tight as her world again has been inverted.
“Hey! Shhh, it’s ok, it’s gonna be okay.” Quinn consoles her as Roxy does all she can to fight back the tears. “I’m sure It’ll be great, I’ll get all the girls, and we’ll come see you and-and” The emotion becomes a bit much for Quinn as well she finds herself choked up.
“Mistress Rose is waiting,” Candace chimes in as she separates the two, “let’s go,” she says unceremoniously grabbing Roxy’s wrist.
Seconds later Quinn stands quietly in a half empty room, tears running down her cheek. She makes her way to the window, watching as…
Candace continues to guide Roxy by the wrist as she grips tightly to her stuffed bunny, the day has since turned to evening and the light denim jacket that Roxy wore over her dance top and leggings was no longer sufficient to keep her warm. She shivered as a black SUV pull to the curb of the dorms. She takes one quick look back at her old room, meeting eyes with Quinn before being shuffled into the backseat.
Quietly Quinn sobs at the windows now no longer having to be strong for Roxy and somehow knowing her best friend’s life will never be the same. She tried to imagine what life would be like for Roxy in her new hom-
*KNOCK KNOCK* (Quinn’s story continued as part of Kappa Rho A.K.A. Klub Rape)
The nails of a frustrated of Valerie Rose sit at the bar in the kitchen. Another glance at her watch reveals a 20-minute discrepancy in when Candace was to arrive with her new property. The wine finds her lips once more as her 4th glass is emptied and the light buzz begins to set in. The fluorescent headlights of Candace’s SUV shine through the large bay windows of the residence’s front room; Val subconsciously licks her lips at the mere thought of having her new pet home.
The front door opens, Roxy stands, quite the sight to behold. Her pointe shoes still on, black leggings shape her slim little legs. They grip her so tightly; as the eyes of her new owner explore little body. The black tank top reveals every developing curve on her petite frame; the dark denim frames her slender shoulders. A stuffed animal is clutched in her little hands, which tremble, and fiddle with it nervously. The round cheeks are slightly blushed red, from crying in the backseat of the SUV that ripped her away from her best friend and whisked her to this new life.
“Hello my sweet girl,” Valerie says making her way to the front door. Her hands lightly brush Roxy’s cheeks. “I know this all seems so abrupt, and I just feel terrible.” She pulls the child in for a hug, and despite still being upset about the present order of things Roxy allows herself the momentary comfort of the embrace, almost sighing with relief and thinking, maybe this won’t be so bad.
As the hug concludes, Valerie pulls away looking down at the teary eyed innocence before her. The rather visceral image of her cock moving between Roxy’s pouty lips flashes through her mind; causing her cock to begin to rise. “The kitchen is just down that hallway, why don’t you go fix yourself a snack.” Val says ushering the child in the direction she mentioned allowing her hand to slide down her lower back and caressing her rear ever so slightly.
Timid steps take Roxy down the hall as Val’s eyes watch her little bum sway back and forth in the skintight fabric. The moment Roxy has ducked into the kitchen and out of sight Val’s head turns to Candace, unsuspecting of what’s to come she is shocked when Val’s well manicured hand finds her throat.
Candace back pedals to the front door unable escape the grasp that Val has on her. “Twenty minutes late?” Val’s cock now pressed firmly against her soft sweat pants as her thoughts have taken a turn from sexual to violent. “You of course realize that will be 5 lashes for every minute you were late, right?”
Gargled retorts are all Candace can muster as her oxygen begins to run low, attempting to explain that Roxanne is the cause for their lack of punctuality. The grip gets tighter and tighter as Val moves in taking her free hand unbuttoning Candace’s shirt sliding her free hand in and finding the soft puffy nipples that she has tormented many times before. Gripping one between her thumb and index finger she applies pressure and twists, watching Candace’s face contort.
“Can I have anything in here?” The voice from the kitchen shouts as approaching footsteps force Val to cut this ever so intimate time with Candace short. Val releases her, sending Candace crumpling to the ground. She gasps for air, her hands gingerly rubbing her neck as Val walks toward Roxy who has come around the corner. Her eyes find Candace on the floor, as she attempts to look around the approaching Val.
“You certainly can sweetheart, this is your home now,” Val grabs the curious girl by her shoulders spinning her around and escorting her back to the kitchen. “Candace,” Val shouts at the girl still trying to compose herself at the front door, “I believe you’ve an appointment in the Black Room tonight.” Candace looks up, the tears that she disregarded when they streamed down Roxy’s face, were now hers.
Roxy, and Val made themselves two cups of hot tea and grabbed a box of cookies as they make their way down the hall, passing various doors; Roxy had never seen such a lavish living accommodations. While most of the population of the school came from affluence, Roxy was here on talent alone. Being the dance prodigy that YouTube discovered won her a one-way ticket out of her small village in South East Asia, and into her situation today.
“Ah, here we are,” Val opens a door and guides Roxy inside, two large couches and a massive TV. Cookies in hand, Roxy scurries to the couch hopping onto it, sinking deep into the plush fabric with a smile.
Val sets the tea down on the coffee table next to the couch. Handing Roxy the remote and quickly showing the girl how to use it she excuses herself knowing cartoons and cookies should be enough to keep her busy.
As Val exits, closing the door behind her she takes the key from her pocket locking the door. Turning180 degrees, Val approaches the black door just across the hall. She intentionally changes her smile to a scowl as she enters. Candace can be found huddled in the corner. Knowing what’s coming and seeking to avoid any additional punishment the young teen has already stripped down to her bare ass. Her olive tinted skin and dark nipples were a perfect match for the dimly lit room. “Stand.” Val says, and Candace quickly scurries to her feet, but still in the corner, safely from the reach of her mistress who clearly hasn’t forgotten her tardiness.
The room has high ceilings and exposed metalwork all around. Chains dangle from its high rafters as Val’s manicured finger finds the control panel near the door a heavy metal chain slowly is lowered in the middle of the room. Grabbing the rope from a box on the floor next to her Val makes her way to the chain, and without a word points to a spot on the floor where Candace begrudgingly makes he way to. Val grabs the girl’s hands and makes no attempt console her as she roughly binds them together; grabbing the hook that hangs from the chains she loops the rope through. Val makes her way back to the door pressing another button and watching as Candace, now whimpering softly to herself is hoisted 3 inches off the ground.
Val takes a moment to admire her work before walking to the wall on the far side of the room grabbing a thick cane. She waves it around then puts it backs, opting to go with the thinner version. Candace’s eyes watch as Val plucks her weapon of choice, she silently laments each option Val touches.
“You will count, or we will start over.” Val says giving hardly anytime for Candace to affirm.
**WOOSH** **THWACK**
“Ehhhhhh, one mistress!” Candace whimpers. A thin red line appears crossing over Candace’s full bottom.
**WOOSH** **THWACK**WOOSH**THWACK** “Two mistress, three mistress!” Tears begin to openly stream down Candace’s face.
**WOOSH** **THWACK** “Four mistress!” She wines as her body begins to spin exposing her full tits, Val smiles.
**WOOSH** **THWACK** “AHHHHhhhh f-five mistress” Candace howls as her exposed chest becomes the target. After about 5 more stripes across her tits Candace’s mind is jello. She does her best to focus on the numbers.
Val takes a quick break. She sets the cane on the floor grabbing Candace’s face to stop her spinning she smiles and torts, “10 down, 90 more to go.” Before getting back to Candace’s well-deserved punishment, Val lets her hands examine the stripes already let on the teen’s little body. It had been awhile since Candace had received a good lashing and her skin was unblemished, soft and smooth, the best kind to leave 100 marks on. As she remarks at her handiwork on Candace’s ass she slides a finger between the girl’s legs. A sweet little landing strip or soft hair led down to Candace’s little button. Val took a moment to tease, letting her middle finger run circles around Candace’s clit, every now and again sliding into her, the pain in her rear mixing with the pleasure between her legs left Candace a little more than dazed. As Val quickly had the girl worked into a sticky mess. Val never stopped the teasing, from clit to sliding inside her and back again as she kneeled down to grab the cane unbeknownst to Candace. Her hips began to rock, trying to meet Val’s finger wherever it would go. Just as Candace let out a soft sigh the first sign that she was getting close.
**WOOSH** **THWACK** Candace is brought back to reality. The young girl tries to refocus her mind. My lips quiver hunting her thoughts for the number they were on. “Twelve? Mistress?” she timidly whimpers. Val just smiles and shakes her head.
“Wrong cunt. One.” Candace lowers her head wishing like hell she had kept her focus.
(40 minutes, 100 stripes, and 3 near orgasms later)
“Pluh-please mistress-ss.” Candace pleads as her body is on the verge of breaking. Her shoulders are on fire, her ass is numb and her tits are a cross hatched pattern all thanks to Val. Her body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tears and saliva from crying as she was mercilessly treated to lash after lash, the last 25 coming in rapid succession. Most of Candace’s words were either slurred or misspoken by this point. Val makes her way back to the wall grabbing two more strands of rope.
Candace hysterically sobs having no idea what else Val could desire to put her body though as he pleas for mercy fell on death ears. Val quickly makes her intentions clear as the rope is bound around each ankle and Candace is pulled to spread eagle in the middle of the room. The little box shines from having been brought close to orgasm only to have the cane snatch it away. Val slides her sweatpants down her cock stands at the ready, the beating providing ample foreplay. She approaches Candace whose body doesn’t have an ounce of fight left in it. She smiles as her hands roughly grip Candace’s ass, which is many different shades of blue and purple.
The head of Val’s cock slides in with no resistance, slowly every inch of her is inside Candace whose eyes nearly roll back in her head, the pain and pleasure aren’t new to her as she tried to focus to block out the pain and focus on the thick cock that is slowly filling her up. “Oh gawd thank you. Thank you mistress for your cock.”
Val smiles as she rocks her hips slowly into the young girl. Her hands move to Candace’s hips as she stands stationary and gripping tightly slides Candace to the tip of her cock before pulling her back. Each time she pushes Candace away she can feel the walls of her tight little pussy gripping her, begging her to stay buried deep inside. Val leans over taking Candace’s nipples between her teeth, as she slides in further; she bites down a little harder. Candace pulls on the restraints as her hands trying to create leverage to get Val deeper inside. Moaning as she Val grants her wish, Candace begins to tremble, feeling Val throbbing inside of her. “Mistress please, can I cum?”
“Already you little slut?” Val begin to make her strokes more intentional, sending Candace to the edge of sanity.
“M-mistre- OHHHH fuck!” she moans. “Please can---- UHHHHhh” Another thrust sends Candace reeling as she tries to put a sentence together. “Oh yea, mmm-fuck YES!” Candace screams. He legs still spread wide as Val leans on gripping her hips tightly pulling all the way out and quickly burying herself in Candace she softly whispers one word.
“Cum.” Candace’s legs tremble, and he back arches as her hips rocks like crazy as she does her best to impale herself on Val’s cock. “OHHHHHH GAWWWWDDDDDD!” she screams as her juices begin to form a pool on the floor just under her ass. Her body quivers as wave after glorious wave washes over her leaving her in a stupor. Val smiles looking down, “Now, it’s my turn.”
Val cups her ass digging her nails into the tender flesh, Candace howls as the afterglow of a spectacular orgasm begins to fade. Val drive in, over and over. Each time with more force. Controlling Candace like a life sized fuckdoll she rams the entire weight of herself into the girl who quickly finds herself again closing in on another orgasm. Faster and faster the pace increases. Suddenly Val pulls out, Candace bewildered looks between her legs to find her mistress walking away as she feels her hands, and by extension her torso being lowered.
Val makes her way around to Candace’s face “open,” she commands and like magic Candace opens her mouth. Going nearly crosseyed as she watches Val’s cock covered in her juices approach her lips. Candace has no way of fighting it, Val picks up where she left off, wrapping her hands around Candace’s head. She drive deep into Candace’s throat pumping hard, fast, deliberate. Candace can feel the spasms coming in Val’s trembling hands she braces herself as suddenly her mouth is filled. Thick, creamy cum coats Candace’s tongue and cheeks. Despite two big gulps Candace still finds her mouth filled as Val has lost herself in the orgasm and shoves her cock past Candace’s mouth and down her throat where she deposits the last two loads with violent thrusts. Val leaves her cock there for a second enjoying the feeling Candace’s mouth around her cock and the girl squirming as the tries to breathe. Finally she withdraws from her as Candace gasps for air. Letting out a heavy sigh she grabs her sweat pants off the floor, she slides them on and unties Candace’s legs, which are hardly able to bare her weight. Making her way back to the control panel she lower Candace slowly to the floor and unties her hands.
Val looks at her handy work and smiles, as Candace, too exhausted to move is already beginning to fall asleep.
Val pulls her hair into a bun, and readjusts her clothes as she exits locking the door behind her, she makes her way back across the hall. As she unlocks and enters the room, she finds exactly what she expected. A ½ empty cup of tea that she roofied a little more than an hour ago and a sweet little Roxy passed out on the couch.
Now the real fun can begin.
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If you haven't caught up on the first four chapters:
Harm's Way Vol. 1Harm's Way Vol. 2Harm's Way Vol. 3Harm's Way Vol. 4Also, other happenings on the campus of Langston Prep
Kappa Rho A.K.A.
Klub Rape
