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Spring double checked that she/they had locked all the doors. The 18-year-old’s parents weren’t due back home until Sunday afternoon, but she shivered nervously as she tripped barefoot up the staircase. The green-haired youth left her own door open in respect of the house rule–closed doors were not allowed by the children. With breaths shortened to panting in excitement, she dug out the bag she’d hidden in the back of her closet.
A shy high school student, she’d asked her older brother’s girlfriend to help her procure the items within–only working up the nerve to do so by virtue of the woman being almost a complete stranger to her. Spring couldn’t suppress her giggles as she stripped off her clothes, flinging them haphazardly around the room. She pulled out a small bottle of lube and an intimidating rubber dildo. Spring squeezed a glop of lube onto her hand and rubbed it down the length of the dildo with her fist. Just imagining the length and girth in her hand penetrating her twitching anus drew a wetness from her virgin pussy lips.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Spring stood the dildo on the floor, grabbed her perfectly rounded asscheeks, and squatted down until the head pressed against the tiny, virgin mouth of her ass. Whimpering eagerly, she spread her cheeks and pushed the thick, knobby head through her asshole.
Spring moaned in knee-weakening pleasure. Her entire body flushed with sparking heat. The youth squealed as her wobbling knees collapsed, driving and stuffing the full length of the dildo up her ass. Then screamed and screamed in helpless pleasure, cumming from her nailed g-spot as slick squirted from her empty pussy.
“Oh, god! Oh, fuck!” she moaned, crawling naked and plugged up the ass toward her closet. Her knees gave out with the next shuddering spasm, dropping her quivering, cumming body to the floor. Luckily, her fingers had managed to reach the top of the bag. It fell on its side with her, spilling the remaining contents.
The mint green vibrator was c-shaped and dual-ended. Spring slipped one head into her pussy like a couple of fingers while the other hugged her clit. She turned it on, having already set it to ‘random.’
“Oh, god! Oh, fuck!” she gasped, trying not to cum out of her mind as she reached for the final item. It was a pair of quick-release bondage cuffs. She had always, always been curious about bondage. With the house to herself, it was finally time to satisfy her pussy’s curiosity.
Spring closed one cuff around her wrist, brought her hands together behind her back, and closed the other cuff. She was tied up, writhing on her side, fucked up the ass and getting her clit and pussy blasted. Of course the little virgin screamed and moaned and cursed like she was getting the life beaten out of her. She came so hard that tears ran down her cheeks and drool dripped from her lolling tongue.
She rolled onto her back, her cuffed wrists futilely fighting her restraints with each wave of body-wracking ecstasy. The hard floor combined with the weight of her own body to grind her blasting vibrator even harder into her clit and pussy…where her shared wall was forced to rub into the unyielding pressure of the dildo brutally impaling her ass.
Her thighs quaked, her feet kicking the floor. At this point, her screams had been fucked down to breathless whines and gasps as she gave in to each and every shock of pleasure whipping out from between her legs. Which was when…
“Spring?!” screeched her mother.
“Holy mother of god! What the fuck is going on?!” shouted her father.
Spring also screamed, this time in complete and abject horror. Seized by shame and terror, she lost all sense of reason and tried running away. Which only led to her unintentionally rolling her hand-cuffed, doubly penetrated body around to give her parents full view of her ruined face and the lewd toys stretching her virgin fuckholes. Unfortunately, that same jolt of adrenaline sent her ass and pussy clenching even tighter around their penetrations, causing her hips to buck and back to arch in spine-deep orgasm.
Her mother screeched in wordless horror. Her father, his face livid in fury, grabbed her around her uplifted waist and threw her naked, sweat-slicked body on her bed. He yanked the vibrator and dildo out of her but left her tied up as he began spanking her fuck-flushed ass.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he shouted, smacking stinging red prints into her asscheeks.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy,” she sobbed. “Daddy, I’m sorry, you’re hurting me.”
“You deserve it, you disgusting little sinner!” said her mother, giving her dyed hair a sharp yank. The woman grabbed the sextoys and stormed out of the bedroom. “You’re grounded for the rest of your life!”
As for her father, once Spring’s cries grew silent, he unbuckled his belt and began whipping her ass instead. She cried all over again, mentally screaming at herself for being such a cumbrained fool. Her life was over.
That very evening, after a few urgent phone calls, her parents took her to the church that ran St. Agnes' School for Girls where she was enrolled. Father Jasper Black, the school's counselor, came out to greet them. He/they were known as Father J to the students. Young, fit, handsome, and with a striking profile, he was the most universally lusted-after authority figure by the students. But being a devout Catholic priest, students, parents, and faculty alike trusted him implicitly.
"Spring, welcome, welcome." He thanked her parents for their trouble and helped to unload her two suitcases from the trunk (seeing as how she was now a boarding student). "Let's get you settled."
The school's dormitory was a large, single chamber filled with metal-framed bunk beds not unlike a military barracks. Due to the lack of privacy, boarding was extremely unpopular and used mainly by the parents of "troubled youths." Thus, Spring had her pick of beds. She chose the bunk furthest from the group of lounging students who'd begun to stare, whisper, and snicker–jerks.
"Now, now," said Father J, "every lost lamb is welcome in St. Agnes' fold."
"Riiiiight, sorry Father J," said Marian, the ringleader. She had long, silky hair of such vibrant black that it appeared bluish like the feathers of a raven. "So glad you could join us, Spig, was it?"
"Spring," they mumbled, face flushed at the embarrassment of it all.
The counselor fixed the gang with a stern, warning look as he gave the news boarder a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Spring, have you met Arrow? They can show you around our boarding house.”
Arrow? She’d never met any student by that name. She turned toward Father J in confusion…only to inhale sharply at the nearness of his athletic body, the heat radiating through his black priest’s uniform and through her own thin clothes to prick her recently masturbated skin. The virgin flushed from her cheeks down her neck to tips of her hardened nipples.
Instantly drawing murderous glares and bitter, mocking grins from Marian and her gang. Goddammit, she’d never live this down. All she could do was clench her teeth and fists to fight back the hot tears welling in her eyes. Then a brown-skinned hand waved in front of her face.
“Yo.” Indeed, Spring had never seen the student standing in front of her and would distinctly remember if she had. Arrow was a tall, lean, and androgynously stunning youth wearing the shorts version of the school uniform. They had thick, spiky black hair that fell by one eye while the other side of their head was shaved with a geometric pattern.
“Um, hi. I’m Spring.”
“Yeah, I got that. I’m Arrow. Follow me.” They walked off at once at a leisurely pace.
She looked back at Father J uncertainly. He smiled kindly and nodded in encouragement. Spring gave the frighteningly cool student a timid smile and followed after Arrow.
"Bathrooms." "Rec room." "Cafeteria." "Kitchen–'off limits,' just go in after midnight."
It was the most nonchalant and informal tour Spring had ever experienced. "Um, thanks, Arrow. Are you a senior too?"
They had ended the tour outside, on familiar campus grounds. Arrow was still walking, however, so she followed them to a shaded copse where they leaned against a tree and pulled a small bag of marijuana out of their shirt pocket. They jerked their chin in affirmation without lifting their eyes from the dextrous motion of their fingers as they rolled a joint. "Got a light?"
"Oh, ah, no, sorry."
Arrow shrugged and drew a lighter from their shorts pocket. Spring watched, slack jawed, as they took a deep hit and let out a long line of curling smoke over their shoulder. Their tawny eyes flicked to hers. Their mouth twitched in amusement. "What, you want a hit, Goody Two-Shoes?"
"No!" she snapped as though her parents stood behind her. But the truth was, here in trees, in the darkness of this corner, she'd never been further from their iron grip. "...I mean, yes, but just a little."
They passed her the joint between two fingers. She flushed as her fingers brushed theirs. Despite her awkward hold, she managed to inhale a little puff. Which immediately doubled her over into a coughing fit.
Arrow laughed, taking the joint from her hand before she accidentally dropped it in the leaves and grass. "So you're not here for drugs. What'd you do? Shoplift too many times?"
The micro-expression of abject shame and horror that flashed across her face may have lasted much longer than a microsecond, given the way the cool kid blinked and backed off, palms up and joint between their teeth.
"Forget I asked. But blink twice if it was murder."
Spring's tension broke with a chuckle.
Arrow gave her a wink and a playful shoulder punch. "Cool hair, by the way."
"Th-thanks," she blushed, subconsciously twirling a green strand around her finger. "I told my mom it was for play try-outs. She always wanted to be a star, so…”
“A born bullshitter, nice. They should put you onstage.”
Spring laughed, really laughed. She looked up at them, smiling and shaking her head in disbelief. “I…I've been at St. Agnes for three years. I can't believe I've never seen you until today.”
Arrow shrugged, blowing out another long, curling plume. "There's a trick to keep people from seeing you."
"What's that?"
"Be invisible," they smiled wryly.
Because Spring stuck with Arrow for the evening meal, Marian and her gang didn't bother her for the rest of the night. There were a few rolling eyes and shoulder bumps in the bathroom, but nothing that would make her bawl her eyes out. She climbed into her bunk far, far happier than could ever have expected. In fact, she…glad that she'd done something so "evil" in her parents' eyes because right now, she was free.
Spring laid down with a smile on her face. And fell through the mattress. She screamed, arms and legs flailing in the air. She should've hit the bottom bunk, the ground, anything. She hadn't, so this had to be a dream, the kind that felt so real that she couldn't stop screaming if she tried.
Suddenly she splashed through some kind of liquid barrier. She was submerged, slowly spiralling through the translucent murk. As she neared 180 degrees, her body burst through the other side of the barrier. She was standing, naked but completely dry, on…the surface of a sea or something. The sky was all purples and reds and pinks–gorgeous but alien. The shoreline was sand, a wasteland of rock and sand. There was literally nothing anywhere except for an enormous, ancient-looking tower that reached into the clouds.
A slight shiver traveled down the length of her spine. There was something nightmarish, even primeval about this weirdly realistic dream. But with nothing else to do, Spring made her way to the desert tower, a dark seed of foreboding curling in her gut.