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I woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine, surrounded by unfamiliar walls. I opened up my weary eyes slowly, only to find myself in a completely foreign room. The alarm blared, but I barely noticed it as I stumbled to the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I froze. The face staring back at me was unfamiliar—an average guy with brown hair, plain features. I blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t me. I saw an ID on the table. Picking it up, i saw the name of the body of the previous owner. What's your name? <<textbox "$playerName" "">> <<link "Submit">> <<set $playerName = $playerName.trim()>> <<if $playerName == "">> <<set $playerName = "Tom">> <</if>> <<goto "First visit">> <</link>>

You’re back in your house. Nothing seems to have changed—everything is just as you left it. What would you like to do? <<link "Head to the kitchen" "Kitchen">><</link>> <<link "Go to the bathroom" "Bathroom">><</link>> <<link "Go to your room" "Bedroom">><</link>> <<link "Leave the house" "streets">><</link>>

You step outside and find yourself on a narrow street lined with old buildings. The air is cool, and a faint breeze carries the distant sounds of traffic and chatter. Shops with faded signs line one side of the street, while the other opens up to a small park with a few benches and trees. Your school is also somewhere in this neighbourhood <<link "Home">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>> <<if $period lte 3>> /* 0=Early Morning, 1=Morning, 2=Noon, 3=Afternoon */ <<link "Go to School" "School">><</link>> <<else>> /* School link appears but redirects to closed message */ <<link "Go to School" "School Closed">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if !$roomCleared>> <<set $roomCleared = true>> <<print $playerName>>—that was your name. What an unoriginal name. You glance around the room, your eyes landing on a phone lying beside the bed. A wallet and a timetable sit neatly on the table, as if waiting for you. Stepping closer, you pick up the timetable. The moment your eyes scan the schedule, panic sets in—you’re late for your first class! Your mind races, yet somehow, you know exactly where the school is. The knowledge feels instinctive, as if it’s always been there, buried deep in your memory. But there’s no time to question it now. Acting on instinct, you grab your things, shove them into a bag, and rush out the door—guided by a faint echo of familiarity. [[Continue|streets]] <</if>>

You step into the kitchen. It’s small but tidy, with a faint smell of toast lingering in the air. The cupboards are neatly stocked, and the fridge hums softly in the corner. <<nobr>> <<if !$eaten>> Your stomach growls—you realize you haven’t eaten anything yet today. <<link "Grab something to eat">> <<set $eaten = true>> <<replace "#eatDesc">> You prepare a quick meal and sit down to eat. It’s simple but satisfying, leaving you feeling more energized. <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> <div id="eatDesc"></div> <</nobr>> <<link "Leave the kitchen" "Home">><</link>>

You step into the bathroom. It's small but clean, with white tiles and a faint scent of soap lingering in the air. A mirror hangs above the sink, reflecting your tired face. The bathtub, with its slightly worn curtain, seems inviting. <<nobr>> <<if !$bathed>> You feel a bit grimy from the rush earlier—perhaps a quick bath would help. <<link "Take a bath">> <<set $bathed = true>> <<replace "#bathDesc">>You relax in the warm water, letting the stress melt away. Feeling refreshed, you dry off and get dressed.<</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> <div id="bathDesc"></div> <</nobr>> <<link "Go back to your room" "Bedroom">><</link>> <<link "Leave the bathroom" "Home">><</link>>

You are in your bedroom. What would you like to do? <<link "Waste Time">> <<advancePeriod>>  <<goto "Waste time">>  <</link>> <<link "Sleep">>  <<goto "Good Night">> <</link>> <<link "Leave Bedroom" "Home">><</link>>

<<if $MemoryRetrieved eq false>> <<goto "Memories retrieved">> <</if>> <<silently>> <<if $period gt 3>> <<goto "School Closed">> <</if>> <</silently>> library, science lab, math class, history class, gym, english class,toilet, swimming pool, principal's office, teachers' office, couselling(?), cafeteria <<link "Classroom">> <<goto "Classroom">> <</link>> <<link "Principal office">> <<goto "Principal Office">> <</link>> <<link "Streets">> <<goto "streets">> <</link>>

store(to buy stuff) outside gym(train fitness) [[Restaurant]](dates) cinema(dates) sex shop(buy toys)

You had a good night of sleep. <<link "Wake Up">> <<advanceNextMorning>>  <<goto "Wake Up">> <</link>>

<nobr><<set $MemoryRetrieved = true>></nobr> As you step through the rusted school gates, a wave of memories crashes over you. Faces of your teachers flash through your mind. Followed by your three gorgeous girls, your crushes, perhaps? But beyond them, everything is hazy. Faces blur, conversations slip through your grasp. Why? You wander the roaring halls filled with students, mumurrings filled the school. You didnt pay them any attention, your whole focus drawn towards your raging thoughts. Something happened here. Something the past host did that brought you here. A sudden voice screeches into your head:<b>"Find the truth."</b> Your heart pounds. The memories are buried deep. It’s up to you to dig them out and change your life forever. After taking a while to recover, you head to the classroom to think about what that was all about <<link "Continue to classroom">> <<goto "Classroom">> <</link>>

<<if $restaurantDate>> You arrive at the restaurant, the soft hum of quiet conversations and clinking silverware filling the air. The atmosphere is cozy, with dim lighting casting a warm glow over the tables. Lucy is already there, waiting for you at a corner table. She looks up when she sees you enter, a smile lighting up her face. "Hey," she says softly, gesturing to the seat across from her. "You made it." You nod, taking a seat across from her. The table is small, but it's perfect for the two of you. The conversation flows easily as you look over the menu. "So," you begin, leaning back slightly in your chair, "what’s your go-to order at a place like this?" She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I think you might be overthinking it. I’m simple. Just something that doesn’t taste terrible." You laugh, and a sense of ease settles over the both of you as you order your food. As the evening progresses, you find yourselves talking about everything and nothing, laughter punctuating the conversation. There’s a lightness to the air, and you can feel the growing connection between you two. The food arrives, and the two of you dig in, the conversation occasionally turning into shared glances, comfortable silence, and small smiles. It feels natural, like this is the way it was meant to be. Lucy sets her fork down, her gaze meeting yours with an expression that's harder to read than usual. For a moment, she seems lost in thought, before her lips curl into a soft smile. "I'm glad we did this," she says quietly. You meet her gaze, your heart beating a little faster than usual. "Me too," you reply with a grin. "I think we should do this more often." She nods slowly, her smile lingering. "Maybe we will." The evening continues, and time seems to slip away. By the time you’re both finished, the restaurant is quieter, the day fading into the night. You pay the bill and exit together, the warmth of the restaurant lingering with you as you step out into the cooler evening air. The night feels like a turning point, something that could lead to more. You’re both in a place where things have shifted, where what was once a quiet connection has blossomed into something more. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<set $time += 1>> <<link "End the evening and head home">> You walk her home, the conversation continuing as the night deepens. When you finally say goodbye, there’s an unspoken promise in the air—this is just the beginning. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $time += 1>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>> <</if>>

The door to the bedroom swung open with a gentle yet decisive motion, revealing Lucy, her eyes glinting with the flicker of anticipation beneath the thin frames of her glasses. The dim light of the room cast shadows that danced across the walls, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, a silent yet potent invitation to the dance of the flesh that was about to unfold. She stood there, a vision of unbridled desire wrapped in the guise of innocence, her short hair framing her face like a halo of unruly thoughts. Without a single word exchanged, we both knew that the preamble had been written and the crescendo of passion was about to begin. My hands reached for her, as though propelled by an ancient instinct that knew no patience for the trivialities of conversation. The fabric of her dress whispered its secrets as I peeled it away, revealing the soft, supple curves that had haunted my dreams since the moment I first saw her. Her skin was a canvas of ivory, untouched by the brush of the sun's kiss, and it was upon this pristine surface that I longed to leave the marks of our union. The glasses remained perched on her nose, a curious spectator to the symphony of lust that was about to be played out. The lenses reflected the hunger in my eyes, and she, in turn, mirrored the same need, a silent testament to the raw power that pulsed between us. The world outside our sanctum had ceased to exist, leaving us suspended in a bubble of pure, unadulterated desire. Her legs parted with the grace of a blooming lotus, and I stepped between them, feeling the heat of her sex beckoning me closer. I lowered her onto the bed, the softness of the sheets a stark contrast to the ravenous hunger that consumed us both. With a single, fluid motion, I entered her, the sensation of our bodies joining sending a shiver of pure ecstasy down my spine. The glasses remained in place, a silent sentinel to the intimacy we shared, focusing her gaze on the point where we became one. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, the sound a sweet symphony to my ears, as I began to move, setting a rhythm that resonated deep within her core. The air grew thick with our combined breaths, each exhalation a testament to the escalating pleasure that coiled tightly within us. The bed creaked softly, a mournful counterpoint to the symphony of passion that played out upon it. Our bodies moved in harmony, a dance choreographed by the ages, as I filled her again and again, each thrust a declaration of need and want. The room spun around us as the first waves of climax began to build, a crescendo of sensation that grew in intensity with each passing moment. Lucy's nails dug into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as she urged me deeper, faster, harder. The glasses slipped slightly, the world around us tilting and distorting through the lenses, but she made no move to adjust them. They were a part of her, an extension of her senses that only served to amplify the rapture that consumed her. Our movements grew erratic, a frenzied dance of passion that knew no bounds. Her breasts heaved with each gasp, her nipples taut and begging for attention. I leaned down, capturing one in my mouth, feeling her arch beneath me as I suckled, her hips bucking in response. The world narrowed to this singular point of contact, a universe unto itself where the only law was the pursuit of pleasure. The tension grew, a tight coil that threatened to snap at any moment. Her muscles tightened around me, a vice grip that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I could feel her approaching the precipice, her breaths coming in quick, staccato bursts. My own control began to wane, the need to release the dam of desire threatening to overwhelm me. As the crescendo reached its peak, Lucy's eyes, magnified by the glasses, bore into mine, a silent plea for more. And more, I gave her, pushing her over the edge with a final, powerful thrust. Her orgasm was a thing of beauty, a symphony of sensation that rippled through her body and echoed in the very fabric of the room. Her legs tightened around me like a vice, her inner walls contracting in a fierce, rhythmic spasm that sent me hurtling towards my own release. The moment of climax was a white-hot explosion of ecstasy, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace that transcended the physical. Time itself seemed to hold its breath as we both succumbed to the intensity of pleasure that surged through us, leaving us trembling and gasping for air.

As I guided her into the bedroom, the soft glow of the pendant light cast a warm embrace over her, accentuating the sharp angles of her jawline and the seductive curve of her neck. The air was thick with anticipation as we stood before the king-sized bed, the only witness to countless unspoken desires. I stepped closer, my own breathing labored with anticipation. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for her, tracing the contour of her shoulder before sliding down the smoothness of her arm. Her skin was as warm and inviting as a lover's embrace, sending a shiver of excitement through me. The scent of her perfume melded with the faint aroma of her arousal, a heady cocktail that clouded my senses. With a gentle tug, I coaxed her closer, her eyes never leaving mine as she leaned in, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. The glasses she wore slid down her nose ever so slightly, a detail that only added to the intensity of the moment. I felt a thrill of power as I caught them with my thumb, pushing them back up before bending down to claim her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Her glasses remained in place, the frames pressing against my nose as our breaths mingled in a dance as intimate as the one our bodies would soon engage in. Our kiss grew more urgent, tongues dancing together in a silent, passionate duet. My hands found their way to the clasp of her bra, deftly unhooking it with a skill that spoke of many a fantasy played out in my mind. The garment fell away, revealing her breasts, pert and eager, their tips pink and begging for attention. I took one in my hand, feeling its weight and heat, rolling the nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger as she gasped into my mouth. Her inexperience was a delightful surprise, a canvas yearning to be painted with the brushstrokes of pleasure. I could feel the tension in her body, the unspoken questions and fears, but also the eagerness to explore. She reached for me, her fingertips tracing the contours of my chest, sending a thrill of anticipation through me. I took her hand and led it lower, guiding her to the growing bulge in my pants. She stroked me tentatively at first, her touch as light as a feather's kiss. But as I moaned my approval, she grew bolder, her grip tightening, her movements more deliberate. I stepped back, my pants now a pool at my ankles. My erection stood tall and proud, a testament to my desire. She looked up at me, those spectacles framing her wide eyes, the lenses slightly fogged from our passionate kisses. With a nod, I encouraged her to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. The way she studied my body, her gaze lingering on my arousal, told me she was eager to please, to learn the art of seduction. Her mouth was warm and wet as she took me in, her inexperience shining through in the tentative way she licked and sucked. And I provided it, my hands cradling the back of her head, my hips rocking gently in time with her movements. Her enthusiasm was intoxicating, her willingness to learn a potent aphrodisiac. Each time she took a breath, her glasses would fog and clear again, creating an intimate rhythm that matched the rhythm of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling around my shaft with a hunger that was as endearing as it was arousing. Her inexperience only served to heighten the eroticism, each clumsy touch, each unintended graze with her teeth, a delicious reminder of her novice status. My fingers tangled in her hair as I began to move more urgently, her mouth a tight, wet sheath that I could feel myself losing control to. The muscles in her throat worked as she took me in, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. Yet she didn't stop, her eyes never leaving mine, her determination unwavering. As my climax approached, I could see the excitement in her gaze, the thrill of being the one to bring such pleasure to another. The release was explosive and it seemed to shake the very foundation of the room, leaving us both breathless and trembling. In the aftermath, she looked up at me, her lips swollen and glistening. A soft smile played at the corners of her mouth, her eyes shy but satisfied. I offered her a hand, helping her to her feet. She was beautiful, a creature of desire and innocence intertwined. And as I pulled her into my arms, the scent of our mingled passions still lingering in the air.

"Thanks for spending time with me, but I think it’s time for you to head home." Lucy nods with a smile. "I’ll see you soon. Thanks for the fun time!" <<goto "Bedroom">>

pics in hofkacct3 In a dimly lit room, Lucy's glasses perched precariously on the bridge of her nose as she knelt before the bed, her heart thundering like a wild stallion in a cage of ribs. The scent of desire filled the space, a potent cocktail of pheromones and anticipation, as I approached her from behind, my own pulse echoing in the silent symphony of our union. Her short hair, a fiery crown that had once been the subject of countless whispers and longing glances, was now disheveled, a testament to the tempest of passion that had led us to this moment. With a gentle yet firm hand, I guided her chin downward, aligning her spine with a grace that belied the carnality of our intentions. The coolness of her spectacle lenses brushed against the back of my hand, a stark contrast to the heat emanating from her body. Her skin, a canvas of gooseflesh, quivered under my touch as I traced the curve of her neck, down the slope of her shoulder blades, and finally to the small of her back. The fabric of her dress whispered against her thighs as I pushed it up, revealing the crimson lace panties that matched the blush spreading across her cheeks. The bedroom door was a distant memory, a relic of a time when such things mattered. Now, there was only us, the heavy silence of the night, and the symphony of our ragged breaths. With a practiced ease, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband and peeled her underwear down, exposing the tight, puckered bud of her anus. The sight was intoxicating, a delicate bloom yearning for the sun's caress. I took a moment to appreciate the beauty before me, the way her skin shimmered in the moonlight, the way her muscles clenched in anticipation. With a single, deliberate motion, I parted her cheeks, revealing the pink, unexplored territory that lay within. She gasped, the sound a sweet symphony to my ears. I could feel the heat radiating from her, beckoning me closer. The tip of my cock, already slick with pre-cum, grazed the entrance, and she flinched. But there was no turning back. The dance had begun, and we were both eager for the crescendo. I reached for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand, its coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of our bodies. I applied a generous amount to my shaft and her tight, quivering opening. She tensed as I began to press forward, her body instinctively resisting the intrusion. But I was patient, whispering reassurances into the nape of her neck, my breath hot and ragged against her skin. Inch by inch, I penetrated her, feeling her muscles slowly give way to the relentless pressure. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the air, punctuated by her whimpers of pleasure-laced pain. Her glasses had fallen askew, one lens fogged with the heat of our passion. I paused, gripping her hips firmly, watching as her body adjusted to the new sensation. Then, with a deep, guttural groan, I thrust home, filling her completely. The world around us stilled, the only sound the wet, rhythmic slap of our flesh and the muffled cries escaping her lips. The intensity of the moment was a heady cocktail, the feeling of her tight channel clenching around me sending bolts of pleasure through every nerve ending. Our rhythm grew steadier, a metronome of desire that neither of us could resist. I gripped her hair, pulling back to arch her back further, and she responded with a low, guttural moan that resonated deep within me. Her eyes, wide and glazed with lust, met mine in the mirror on the dresser, the reflection a silent testament to our shared ecstasy. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her muscles tightening around me like a vice, until she was trembling, her entire body a canvas of passion. The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo building within me, threatening to shatter every last vestige of control. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, as she approached her climax. I felt it too, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me, a serpent ready to strike. And then she was there, her body seizing in pleasure, her inner walls contracting in a symphony of release. The sight was my undoing, and with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, I emptied myself into her,

<<if !$lucyRelationship>> <<set $lucyRelationship = 0>> <</if>> <<if !$lastTalkedToLucy>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = 0>> <</if>> <<if !$restaurantDate>> <<set $restaurantDate = false>> <</if>> <<if !$invitedHome>> <<set $invitedHome = false>> <</if>> <<if $lucyRelationship == 0>> You notice a girl sitting alone in the classroom, her gaze fixed on her desk. Something about her quiet demeanor tugs at you. Surprisingly, the previous body owner didn't pay too much attention to her. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 1>> You notice her again, sitting by herself. She’s not completely ignoring you this time, but her distance is still palpable. You feel like there's a barrier, but maybe you can break through. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 2>> You spot Lucy at her desk again, and this time she’s not completely closed off. There’s a sense that she’s warming up to you, though she's still reserved. It's a small victory, but progress is progress. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 3>> You see Lucy again, and now there's a quiet familiarity between you two. The distance between you has shrunk, and she even offers you a faint smile when she catches your eye. It feels like a real connection is starting to form. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 4>> You spot Lucy sitting at her desk, her usual quiet demeanor, but this time something feels different. There’s a spark in her eyes, and you can’t help but admire how she carries herself. Maybe it's the way the light catches her hair or the way she’s so beautiful. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 5>> You see Lucy at her desk, and this time, she looks up as you approach, her lips curving into a small smile. There’s a playfulness in her eyes, and you feel the growing comfort between you two. It feels like the perfect moment to be a bit more daring. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 6>> Lucy’s usual reserved demeanor is gone when you see her this time. Her eyes meet yours with a glint of curiosity, and her lips curve slightly in a way that feels inviting. There’s something undeniably magnetic about her presence now. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 7>> You spot Lucy again, and this time, there’s no hesitation. She looks up and offers a bright smile that feels different—more open, more real. The walls between you are completely gone now. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 8>> The day after your dinner date, you spot Lucy sitting at her desk again. She looks up at you, her eyes soft and welcoming. There’s a calm confidence in her smile as if she’s comfortable with the connection between you two now. <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 9>> When you approach, she looks at you with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. <</if>> <<link "Approach Lucy">> <<goto "LucyInteraction">> <</link>>

<<if $lastTalkedToLucy != $day>> <<if $lucyRelationship == 0>> "Hey," you say softly. "Are you okay? I saw you sitting alone." She hesitates, her fingers tightening around her pen. "...I'm fine," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe you'd like some company," you add. She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t ask you to leave either. After a few moments of silence, you head back to your seat. It feels like a small step forward. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 1>> "Hi again," you say with a small smile. "Mind if I sit here for a bit?" She shrugs. "...Do what you want," she mutters. Her tone is distant, but she doesn’t stop you from sitting down. You try to make small talk, asking, "Do you always sit alone?" "Yeah," she says quickly. "It’s fine." Her tone makes it clear she doesn’t want to elaborate. After a moment, she quietly adds, "...Thanks for trying. You are the first person to ask me that." It’s not much, but it feels like progress. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 2>> "Hey," you say, sitting beside her without asking this time. She looks up at you, less guarded than before. "You really don’t give up, do you?" she says, her tone softer. There’s a faint hint of a smile on her face. "I’m persistent," you reply with a grin. "What can I say? You seem interesting." She pauses, then glances at you briefly before speaking. "...I’m Lucy, by the way," she says quietly, as if testing the waters. "Lucy, what a nice name..." you repeat with a smile. "Nice to meet you." Her cheeks flush slightly, and she looks away. "...I don’t know about that." The conversation flows a little more naturally after that. She even asks you a question about class. You leave feeling like you’ve made real progress. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 3>> You sit down next to her again, this time greeted by a small, hesitant smile. "You’re back," she says, her tone warmer than before. "I guess I should start expecting you." "Maybe," you tease. "Am I welcome here?" She nods faintly. "Yeah... It’s nice to talk to someone for a change." Her words feel genuine, and the conversation deepens. She shares a little about her interests, and for the first time, she laughs at one of your jokes. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 4>> You sit beside Lucy, and as you do, you can't help but admire her more closely. She seems to notice your gaze. "What?" she asks, a little awkwardly, as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "I was just thinking," you say, offering a gentle smile. "You know, you look really nice today." Her face immediately turns red, and she looks away, a little flustered. "...Thanks," she mutters, not looking at you. You laugh softly, feeling like you’ve hit a breakthrough. There’s a moment of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable this time. You both sit there, the conversation flowing a little easier. She’s opening up more, and you can tell she’s starting to feel more comfortable around you. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 5>> You sit beside Lucy, grinning slightly as you lean closer. "You know," you say playfully, "I think you might secretly like having me around." She glances at you, rolling her eyes, but there’s a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe," she says softly. "But don’t let it go to your head." "Too late," you reply with a wink, enjoying the way her cheeks turn pink. The banter flows easily now, with a lightness you hadn’t felt before. It’s clear that the connection between you two has shifted into something more playful, more intimate. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 6>> Lucy’s usual reserved demeanor is gone when you see her this time. Her eyes meet yours with a glint of curiosity, and her lips curve slightly in a way that feels inviting. "Back for more?" she teases, a small smirk playing on her lips. You grin, leaning in slightly. "What can I say? You're hard to stay away from." Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away this time. "You’ve got a lot of confidence, don’t you?" "Only when I’m around someone worth it," you reply smoothly, your eyes meeting hers. She bites her lip briefly before looking down at her desk. "You’re... bold, I’ll give you that," she says, her voice soft but tinged with amusement. The playful banter grows increasingly charged, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. It’s clear she’s no longer uncomfortable with your presence—if anything, she seems to enjoy it. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 7>> "Hey Lucy," you say, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "How about we do something a little more exciting later today? I was thinking we could grab a bite at a restaurant. Just the two of us." Her eyes widen slightly, and she seems taken aback by your sudden invitation. A moment of silence passes before she responds, her voice warm and intrigued. "A restaurant, huh? That sounds... nice," she says, her tone inviting yet cautious. "I guess I could be convinced." You nod with a grin, feeling excited about the idea. "Great! How about we meet in the afternoon after class?" She smiles softly, nodding in agreement. "Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then." The day passed by in a blur and soon, the bell rings, signaling the end of class. The two of you exchange a quiet glance before heading to the restaurant for your long awaited date. <<set $restaurantDate = true>> <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<link "Go to Restaurant">> <<goto "Restaurant">> <</link>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship == 8>> "Hey," she says, her voice warm. "I’ve been thinking about our last date." You smile, feeling the same way. "Yeah, me too. It was a really nice time. I’m glad we did that." She glances down briefly, her fingers playing with the edge of her notebook. "I was wondering… what do you think about... taking things further? I mean, we’ve been spending more time together, and I feel like there’s something real here." You feel your heart race slightly at her words, knowing that the conversation is shifting to a new level. You take a deep breath, meeting her gaze, and reply honestly, "I’d like that. I think we’ve got something good here, and I’m open to seeing where it goes." Lucy smiles softly, a hint of relief in her eyes. "I’m glad you feel that way." There’s a quiet understanding between you two now. You both know that whatever happens next, you’re in this together, ready to explore the connection further. <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $lucyRelationship gte 9>> "Hey," she greets warmly. "I’ve been thinking about you, actually." You grin, feeling that undeniable connection between you two growing deeper. "Same here," you say, "You know, I was thinking, maybe we should do something a bit more private. I could invite you to my place. It’ll be just the two of us. We could have some fun." Lucy’s eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t seem opposed. She hesitates for a moment, then nods. "I think I’d like that." There’s a touch of nervousness in her voice, but it’s clear she’s intrigued by the idea. "Great!" you reply with a smile, feeling a rush of excitement. "How about after school?" "Sounds good," she responds, a shy but excited smile forming on her lips. After that interaction, you both share the quiet anticipation of the day ahead, as you’re about to take the next step in your relationship. <<set $LucyInvitedHome = true>> <<set $lucyRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $lastTalkedToLucy == $day>> "You already talked to Lucy today. Try again tomorrow." <</if>> <</if>> <<link "Classroom">> <<goto "Classroom">> <</link>>

You wasted time. <<link "Continue">> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</link>>

you woke up <<link "Continue">> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</link>>

This is your form class. <<link "Lucy">> <<goto "LucyIntroduction">> <</link>> <<link "School">> <<goto "School">> <</link>>

<<silently>> <<if $period lte 3>> /* If somehow period changed back, return to normal school */ <<goto "School">> <<else>> The school gates are locked. Classes ended hours ago. <<link "Go back to streets">> <<goto "streets">> <</link>> <</if>> <</silently>>

The principal’s office was tidy and formal, with wooden shelves, a large desk, and a tall window casting strict shadows. <<link "the principal">> <<goto "Darnelle Introduction">> <</link>> <<if $SneakIntoOffice== false and $lastTalkedToDarnelle != $day>> <<link "search the room">> <<goto "SearchRoom">> <</link>> <</if>>

As you scrolled through the neatly organized files on her laptop, a particular folder caught your eye—labeled with a student’s name. Inside, you found detailed reports, private messages, class records, and even surveillance logs. It was clear the principal had been secretly gathering personal information, tracking every move the student made. You took out your phone and took some pictures to keep as evidence. <<set $SneakIntoOffice to true>> <<link "Continue">> <<goto "EscapeOffice">> <</link>>

Normal pictures <<link "Continue Search">> <<goto "SearchRoom">> <</link>>

<<if !$DarnelleRelationship>> <<set $DarnelleRelationship = 0>> <</if>> <<if !$lastTalkedToDarnelle>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = 0>> <</if>> <<if $DarnelleRelationship == 0>> Principal Darnelle sat behind her large wooden desk, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked at me. Taking a closer look at her body, her long white hair flowed over her shoulders, shining under the office lights. Her fitted blazer and skirt showed off her curves, making her look absolutely stunning. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 1>> Principal Darnelle sat behind her large wooden desk, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked at me. Taking a closer look at her body, her long white hair flowed over her shoulders, shining under the office lights. Her fitted blazer and skirt showed off her curves, making her look absolutely stunning. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 2>> The principal's eyes narrow as you enter. Every muscle in her body is taut, ready to strike at any sign of threat. Yet below that tough front, you could see her legs slightly trembling and beads of sweat forming on her forehead. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 3>> The principal’s face turned pale as you stepped in. Her hands trembled, and she clenched her jaw, eyes darting in panic. The punishment from last time still lingers. She tried to appear composed, but i saw right through her facade. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 4>> The principal's face drained of color the moment she saw you step inside. Her body stiffened, and her breathing grew shallow, almost panicked. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she gripped the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but there was none. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 5>> The principal stands frozen, her body stiff with fear. Her eyes dart around the room, unable to meet yours. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and her hands tremble as they rest at her sides. She slowly lowers her gaze, shoulders slumping in defeat, the weight of the situation crushing her. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 6>> She exhaled slowly, almost as if resigning herself to the inevitable when she saw u enter the room. Her shoulders sagged, a subtle shift that spoke volumes of her growing acceptance, though her legs still trembled. The fear in her eyes was still there, but now it was mixed with a reluctant calmness, as if she had finally realized there was no way out. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 7>> The principal’s gaze dropped, her face flushing with a mix of fear and something else—perhaps shame or guilt. She hesitated for only a moment before looking back at you, her expression now tinged with a strange, reluctant eagerness. There was no defiance left in her; only the quiet acceptance of her fate. Her posture, once rigid, was now more relaxed, as though she was bracing herself, preparing for the punishment she knew was coming. Her hands clasped together tightly on her desk, and her eyes darted briefly toward you, waiting, almost as if she was inviting what would happen next. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 8>> The principal’s breath hitched as you entered, but not with fear—something else had taken its place. Her shoulders, once tense with resistance, now trembled with something closer to anticipation. She leaned forward slightly, her fingers pressing into the desk as if savoring the moment. A slow, shuddering exhale left her lips, and when she looked up at you, her eyes held a strange, almost eager glimmer. The remnants of fear were still there, buried beneath layers of reluctant acceptance, but now, there was something more—a twisted sort of enjoyment creeping into her expression. Her lips parted just slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners, as if she had not only surrendered to her fate but had begun to find something intoxicating in the suffering itself. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 9>> The principal’s breath came slow and steady as you entered, but there was no hesitation—only anticipation. Her body, once rigid with fear, now seemed to welcome the moment, her posture loose, almost inviting. A faint, shivering exhale left her lips as she tilted her head slightly, eyes gleaming with something far removed from dread. Her fingers curled against the desk, not in resistance, but as if savoring every second. The fear that once consumed her had twisted into something else entirely, something almost exhilarating. A slow smile crept onto her face—not forced, not reluctant, but genuine. She had not only surrendered to her fate; she had begun to revel in it. <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship >= 10>> Darnelle sat with a surprising poise, her white hair cascading down her shoulders like a silken waterfall, her crimson lips parted slightly as she awaited your command. When she saw you, she spread her legs, her pussy on full display. Her eyes, once filled with the sternness of an educator, now gleamed with an unmistakable hunger and submission, willing to do everything you commanded of her. <</if>> <<link "Approach Darnelle">> <<goto "DarnelleInteraction">> <</link>>

<<set setup.DAYS to ["Sunday", "Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday", "Friday", "Saturday"]>> <<set setup.PERIODS to ["Early Morning", "Morning", "Noon", "Afternoon", "Evening", "Night", "Asleep"]>> <<set $day to 1>> /* Start on Monday */ <<set $period to 0>> /* Start at Early Morning */ <<set $eaten = false>> <<set $bathed = false>> <<set $roomCleared = false>> <<set $MemoryRetrieved = false>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = -1>> // Tracks the last day Lucy was spoken to <<set $SneakIntoOffice to true>> /* Custom Widget for Showing Current Time and Day */ <<widget "currentTime">> It is <<print setup.DAYS[$day % 7]>>, <<print setup.PERIODS[$period]>>, Day $day. <</widget>> <<widget "advancePeriod">> <<set _offset to 1>> <<set _periodsInDay to setup.PERIODS.length>> <<if $args.length > 0 && typeof $args[0] === "number">> <<set _offset to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $period += _offset>> <<set _daysAdvanced = Math.floor($period / _periodsInDay)>> <<if _daysAdvanced > 0>> <<set $day += _daysAdvanced>> <<set $period = $period % _periodsInDay>> <<set $eaten = false>> <<set $bathed = false>> <<set $roomCleared = false>> <</if>> <<if setup.PERIODS[$period] === "Asleep">> <<goto "Good Night">>  <</if>> <</widget>> /* Custom Widget for Moving to the Next Morning */ <<widget "advanceNextMorning">> <<set $day += 1>> <<set $period to 0>> <<set $eaten = false>>  <<set $bathed = false>> <</widget>>

You carefully pushed open the principal’s office door, making sure no one was around before slipping inside. The room was eerily quiet, the faint scent of polished wood lingering in the air. Moving quickly, you scanned the shelves stacked with neatly arranged binders and books, then turned your attention to her desk. Papers were perfectly aligned, but you carefully sifted through them, searching for anything suspicious. You opened a few drawers, finding only office supplies and routine documents—nothing useful. Then, your eyes landed on a locked cabinet. Curiosity burned inside you. If she went through the trouble of locking it, there had to be something important inside. You checked the keyholes, feeling around for any hidden compartments. Every second felt risky, but the thought of uncovering something valuable kept you moving. Finally, your gaze landed on her laptop, sitting on the desk—your best chance at finding real answers. When you walked closer, you are surprised to see it’s unlocked. The homepage is neatly arranged, with organized folders and documents, giving no immediate hint of anything suspicious. Everything looks meticulously kept, as if she takes great care in managing her files. Yet, the thought lingers—what could be hidden beneath this perfect order? <<link "Search Pictures">> <<goto "Pictures">> <</link>> <<link "Search History">> <<goto "Search History">> <</link>>

After finding what u need, you left the office <<link "Escape">> <<goto "School">> <</link>>

Im new to creating interactive games, so do expect a lot of bugs in this game. I will definitely be working on solving these bugs as well as adding more content. Right now, im releasing this game to gather feedback, so if you have any feedback or found any bugs, please type them in the comments section below and i would solve it. Looking past the bugs, I hope you enjoy the game! <<link "continue">> <<goto "Awake">> <</link>>

You and Lucy are now in your room. The atmosphere is relaxed, and you have some time to hang out. What would you like to do? <<link "blowjob">> <<goto "LucyMouth">> <</link>> <<link "Pussy">> <<goto "LucyPussy">> <</link>> <<link "Anal">> <<goto "LucyAnal">> <</link>> <<link "Send her home">> <<goto "SendLucyHome">> <</link>>

This game is only for people who are 18+ and above. Only continue if you reach the age requirement <<link "Continue">> <<goto "Untitled Passage">> <</link>>

<<if $lastTalkedToDarnelle != $day>> <<if $DarnelleRelationship == 0>> “Do you know why you’re here?” her voice breaking my focus on her body. I barely had time to shake my head before she started scolding me. She picked apart every little thing—how I was two minutes late to class, how my shirt had a tiny wrinkle, even how I didn’t stand perfectly straight when I spoke. It felt like she was just looking for reasons to be angry. A realization hit me. She wasn’t just an obstacle for today—she was going to be a problem for a long time. Always watching, always interfering. I couldn’t allow that. If I wanted to move forward, to do what I wanted, she had to be dealt with. A plan began to form in my mind as she kept talking, unaware that she had just become my next target. I glanced around her office, trying to find something that will help me. The walls were lined with bookshelves, full of files and thick binders. A few awards and framed certificates hung on the walls, reminding me how strict and serious she was. Then, something caught my eye—her laptop, sitting open on the desk. The screen was on, though I couldn’t see what was displayed. My heart started beating faster. Could this be it? The evidence that i needed? My head raced with thoughts. Meanwhile, she was still talking, still scolding me about discipline and respect. I forced myself to nod, pretending to listen, but my mind was stuck on that laptop. If only i had an opportunity to see what it contained... After a while of rambling, she let out a sigh and dismissed me with a wave of her hand. "You may go," she said sharply, turning her attention back to her laptop. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<set $SneakIntoOffice to false>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 1>> I slid the USB drive across the desk, watching her eyes widen in shock as she recognized the content. "I know your secret, Principal Darnelle," I said, smirking as i enjoyed the worried look on her face. The joy didnt last long though, for the worry were quickly replaced with anger and defiance. "How did you get this? What do you want?" She growled, she asked, her eyes flashing with a challenge that was as intriguing as it was dangerous. "Thats none of your business. As for what i want..." I trailed off, my gaze dropping to her chest. She followed it, understanding dawning on her features. "I think it's time you showed me whats hidden under that outfit of yours" I continued after a while. The room was a silent symphony of tension, the only sound the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. After a while, Principal Darnelle's breath hitched as she reached for the top button of her blouse, her eyes never leaving mine. Her fingers trembled with the weight of her decision, and the anticipation was a delicious agony. As the fabric parted, revealing the swell of her breasts, I felt my own breath catch in my throat. They were a testament to the woman's fierce beauty, a secret garden hidden beneath the austere suit that was her armor. Instinctively, I reached out,, the heat of my palm a brand against the soft flesh. She didn't flinch, but I could feel the rapid pulse of her heart beneath my touch. I squeezed her breast. The sound that escaped her was a soft whimper that grew into a moan as I tightened the grip. The room was filled with the sound of her breathing, ragged and uneven, as she succumbed to the thrill of my touch. After a while of playing around with her, the school bell rang, signalling the start of the next lesson. I released my tight grasp from her breast. It left a mark on her flesh, signalling my total control over her. Before I left, I leaned next to her ear and whispered, "ill be back soon, you better be prepared for more." <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 2>> "I want to see your pussy, now." I said, my tone as smooth as velvet over steel. Her face flushed a deep crimson, the air of defiance becoming stronger than ever. However, before it reached its peak, she hesitated, as if contemplating the options. Slowly, as if in a trance, she raised her skirt to expose the soft, ivory flesh of her thighs. My heart raced as the fabric of her panties grew darker with the promise of her arousal. The scent of her desire filled the room, a heady bouquet of musk and fear. Her trembling hands reached for the waistband, and I watched with immense concentration as she peeled it away, revealing the treasure that lay beneath. Her pussy, shaven bare as a moonlit meadow, glistened with the dew of anticipation. The soft folds of her labia beckoned, swollen with need, and the plump pearl of her clit pulsed like a trapped butterfly. The sight was exquisite, a forbidden fruit that had fallen directly into my eager grasp. With a gentle touch, I reached out and traced the delicate folds of her pussy. Her skin was as soft as silk, the flesh of her labia warm and responsive. She gasped as my fingertip brushed against the sensitive nub of her clit, and I felt a jolt of power surge through me. Her body was mine to command, and I intended to do so without mercy. Her eyes locked on mine, a silent plea for release, but I denied it brutally. Just the thought of the once powerful, untouchable principal having fallen into such a state fuelled me with enrgy. Instead of stopping, i moved my finger faster, stimulating and teasing her more. The sound of her wetness filled the space between us, a symphony of desire that grew louder with each passing moment. My eyes never left hers as I watched her, my own desire building with every stroke. Her pussy grew more engorged, the color deepening to a shade of rose that was almost painfully beautiful. Her breath grew ragged, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle the whimpers that escaped her throat, her leg shaking from all the pleasure. The sight of her, so vulnerable and desperate, was intoxicating. As her orgasm grew closer, I suddenly stopped, leaving her trembling and suspended in the agony of unfulfilled desire. I warned her:" Only i can decide when you cum. Now clean yourself up, you filthy mess" With that said, you left. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 3>> I took out an black cat lingerie out of your bag and threw it onto the floor. The black fabric of the feline costume lay discarded at her feet, a stark contrast to her usual impeccable attire, Though seething, she still obediently picked it up after some thought. The fabric of the black cat costume whispered against her skin as she donned it, the tightness of the material accentuating every curve, every contour of her body that had once been hidden beneath the austere attire of authority. The neckline plunged, revealing the luscious mounds of her breasts, the nipples standing erect with a blend of arousal and embarrassment. The underwear of the costume was a mere scrap of fabric, and it was pushed to the side, displaying her now exposed pussy. "Squat down and show me your pussy" I commanded, fully enjoying the display. Her eyes, usually stern and unyielding, were now pools of liquid heat, a silent anger radiated from her eyes, though she said nothing and complied, her pussy now in its full glory. I stepped closer, my hands reaching out to trace the lines of the costume, to claim the prize that she had been forced to offer. The softness of the fabric was a stark contrast to the steel in her gaze. My fingers danced over her exposed flesh, tracing the swell of her breasts, the softness of her belly, and the heat of her thighs. Her breath hitched, a testament to her body's treacherous response to the situation. Next, I You trailed the tip of the tail upward, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin. Her eyes followed your hand, pupils dilating with every touch. When you reached the apex of her thighs, you allowed the fabric to linger, the friction against her clit making her gasp. my voice took on a low, sultry tone. "Now, Principal Darnelle, let's see how much of a kitty you can be." Her response was a snarl, the sound of a cornered animal fighting against its captor. But even as she glared, she couldn't stop her hips from rocking slightly, the tail moving in a silent plea for more. Your hand wrapped around the base of the tail, and with a firm grip, you pulled it away from her clit. The sudden absence of pressure made her whimper, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle the sound.You smirked, knowing that she was desperate for release, even as she fought against it. "Beg me, beg me to let you cum." I whispered in her ear, humiliating her furthur. Her breath hitched as you slipped a finger beneath the fabric, grazing her clit. She was wet, soaking wet, and it was all for you. But she remained stoic, refusing to give you the satisfaction of her begging. With a sigh, you withdrew your hand, the sound of her unspoken disappointment music to your ears. "It seems our little game isn't going to be as easy as I thought." You stepped away from her, your eyes never leaving hers. "But fear not, I'm quite the patient man. And I'll have what I want, one way or another." You turned on your heel and began to leave the closet, the door creaking open to reveal the harsh light of the hallway beyond. Her eyes widened in panic as she realized what you were doing. The humiliation of being left in such a state was too much to bear. But before she could form the words you so desperately wanted to hear, you paused, your hand on the doorknob. "Perhaps we should end this session early. After all, it seems our kitten isn't quite ready to purr for her master." With a swift motion, you turned back to her and delivered a firm, resounding slap to her bare ass. The sound echoed through the tiny room, and she jolted forward with a gasp, her hands flying to cover the freshly stinging flesh. But the pain only served to heighten her arousal, her body betraying her once more. You stepped closer, your hand resting gently on the small of her back, pushing her hips forward slightly. "We'll continue this another time, Principal Darnelle. And you will beg by then." With that, you left the office, satisfied. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 4>> "Put it on," I commanded as I tossed the black, lace-trimmed outfit onto her desk, the fabric fluttering like the wings of a dark butterfly. Her cheeks flushed with rage, but she knew she had no choice. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her blouse, the fabric parting to reveal the creamy mounds of her breasts, which spilled out of the bra with a tantalizing urgency. She slipped into the skimpy black number, the lace barely concealing the dark buds of her nipples, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. I attached a leash to her collar with a metallic clink that echoed through the silence. "On your knees," I instructed, the words rolling off my tongue like a seductive whisper. She complied, her knees hitting the cold, tiles floor with a resounding smack. With a cruel smile, I inserted the dildo into her already soaking wet pussy. It was a vibrant shade of pink, a stark contrast against the black of her outfit. "Keep it in while you crawl," I warned, "or you'll feel my hand on your ass." Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, a silent protest in their depths, but she knew better than to argue. The dildo remained lodged inside her as she began to crawl, the leash taut in my grip. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure rippling through her, making her bite her bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. The sound of her knees scraping against the floor filled the room. The game had begun, and I was eager to see how far she would go to keep her secrets buried. She dropped the dildo twice, and twice my hand came down on her firm, round ass with a resounding crack. Her cheeks reddened with each slap, a stark contrast to the pale skin. Yet, she continued to crawl, her eyes never leaving mine, the challenge clear. "Alright," I said, a smile playing on my lips as she dropped the dildo for a third time. "Let's play a different game." I unbuckled my belt, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. Her eyes followed the movement with rapt attention as I pulled it free. I folded it in half, the heavy end of the buckle dangling ominously. "If you drop it again," I said, the leather snapping against the palm of my hand, "you'll get this instead." With renewed determination, she began to move forward again, the dildo bobbing with each movement. Her ass swayed enticingly, the leather strap tightening around her neck as she strained against it. I could see the muscles in her thighs working, the effort it took to maintain her balance and keep the toy in place. It was a delicate dance of obedience and rebellion, and I was utterly captivated. As she reached the other side of the room, the dildo slipped out again, landing with a wet smack against the floor. The sound of the impact sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I raised the belt, ready to deliver her punishment. The first strike landed across her left cheek, the sound echoing through the room. Her body jerked at the contact, a strangled cry escaping her lips. The skin blossomed red, a stark contrast against her pale complexion. She gritted her teeth, her eyes watering, but she didn't move to retrieve the dildo. "Again," I whispered, the anticipation in the air palpable. The second strike landed with a crack, the sound sending a shiver through my body. Her ass cheek was now a matching shade of red, the imprint of the belt clearly visible. The slap was met with a grunt of pain that soon morphed into a low, guttural moan. I knew she was on the brink, the muscles in her ass clenching and releasing in a silent plea for release. Her pussy was slick, glistening with her juices, and I couldn't resist the urge to slide a finger along her slit, collecting the evidence of her need. But just as the crescendo of her pleasure was about to crest, I stopped abruptly, the sudden cessation of pain and pleasure leaving her suspended in a limbo of agonizing anticipation. She gasped, her body trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm that had been ripped from her grasp. "No," I said, my voice a low, cruel taunt. "Not yet." The agony in her eyes was matched only by the desperation in her whimper. She was so close, her entire body a tightly coiled spring begging to be released. With a sadistic smirk, I packed up the dildo and the leash. She watched me, her breaths shallow and erratic, her body a trembling wreck of need. As I approached the door, I couldn't resist one last caress, my hand tracing the outline of her bruised cheek. "Remember," I whispered, "you belong to me." The words hung in the air like a dark promise as I turned the handle and stepped out into the empty hallway, leaving her there, naked and exposed. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 5>> "Put it on," I commanded as I tossed the black, lace-trimmed outfit onto her desk, the fabric fluttering like the wings of a dark butterfly. "Again?" Principal Darnelle muttered under her breath, all defiance gone My fingers brushed against her soft skin as I fastened the collar around her neck, a silent declaration of ownership and intent. she seemed to know what she needed to do and got on all fours. "You're learning," I said amusingly. I reached out to my bag and grabbed the dildo. A smirk danced across my lips as I gripped the dildo firmly, feeling the weight of the impending pleasure in my hand. I slid it in, watching as she took the length, her eyes never leaving mine. Once it was securely in place, I stepped back and watched as she adjusted to the intrusion. The dildo protruded obscenely from her, a silent challenge that made my pulse quicken. We then repeated what we did last time. The difference was night and day. Her once trembling grip had become a masterful embrace of the dildo, the shudders of pleasure now controlled and contained within her body. Her hips rolled with the precision of a seasoned dancer, each movement a deliberate caress that sent the toy delving deep inside her, eliciting a symphony of gasps that painted the walls with the colors of passion. Her legs, once unsteady as she attempted to navigate the unfamiliar territory of submission, had found their rhythm. She glided across the floor with the elegance of a gazelle, the dildo moving in tandem with her body like an extension of her own desires. The leather of the leash was warm and slightly damp with her sweat, a testament to the effort to not get punished, into mastering this erotic balancing act. "Ready for the next challenge?" I asked, my voice low and filled with dark promise. Taking out the lube, I coated the shaft of the toy with it. Her breath came in ragged gasps as I slid the dildo back inside her, the lubricant allowing for a smoother, more intense penetration. She dropped it over and over, the third time that session, and the sound of my hand meeting her skin resonated in the quiet room. Her skin was a canvas of desire, a mottled blend of red and pink from the slaps that painted her ass. The force of the slap sent a jolt through her body, making her quiver around the toy Her legs trembled, and she fought to maintain her position, her knuckles white as she gripped the floor. Each time she felt it slip, she'd clench around it, her inner muscles tightening reflexively. Her pussy was slick with arousal, the lubricant mixing with her own juices to form a slippery embrace around the toy. The intensity of the moment grew too much for her after she dropped the dildo again, and she could no longer continue her graceful crawl. With her ass in the air, she remained still, presenting herself to me in a pose of complete surrender. Her breaths were shallow and quick, her chest heaving with the anticipation of what was to come. I stepped behind her, the leather of my boots whispering against the floor, the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. The dildo glistened with her juices. With a firm grip, I shoved it deep in her pussy. She gasped as the plastic filled her, her body tightening around the intrusion before gradually relaxing. Surprisingly, she smiled, her smile wicked and wanton, eyes filled with lust. He could see the pre-orgasmic bliss washing over her, her body tightening and releasing in delicious anticipation. I stepped back, admiring the mess she had made. Her juices had painted the floor a glossy path from the starting point to where she now knelt, the dildo still buried deep within her. With that, my second session is concluded. After packing up my things, I left. Leaving her to clean up after the mess she created. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 6>> We had our session in the male toilet this time. The stale scent of urinal cakes and the distant memory of adolescent pranks filled the air as we entered the male restroom. I guided her to the last cubicle, the one with the broken lock that had seen more action than a Hollywood casting couch. I pushed her in, the door slamming shut with a finality that sent a shiver down her spine. With trembling fingers, she unzipped her skirt. It pooled around her ankles, revealing the black lace panties I had caught a glimpse of during our previous, less intimate encounters. I reached out, my hand wrapping around her wrist like a snake coiling around its prey, and whispered the words that sent a tremor through her body: "Everything. Off." She complied, her bra following the skirt, her breasts bouncing free, the lace cups leaving imprints on her skin. I took in the sight, my eyes feasting on the fruit of my labor, the fruit of my cunning and her downfall. Her panties were the last to be discarded, slipping down her thighs, revealing her pussy. I reveled in the sight of her nakedness, the curves of her body that had so often been hidden behind her stern suits and sterner expressions. Her breasts, once the subject of furtive glances and fevered fantasies, now heaved with every breath, her nipples tight with anticipation of the torment to come. The rope felt surprisingly soft against her wrists as I bound them tightly together, securing them to the metal pipes above the toilet bowl. Her legs quivered as she was forced to spread them wide, and lift them high, the muscles in her thighs standing out like cords of tension. I savored the moment, watching her pupils dilate with fear as I approached her with the ballgag, the leather strap dangling menacingly. The rubber bit filled her mouth, stretching her lips wide and muffling the moan that escaped as I tightened it behind her head. Her eyes searched mine for any sign of mercy, but found only the cold satisfaction of a man with a plan. With a cruel twist of the knot, the gag was in place, leaving her to whimper and squirm in anticipation. I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. Mrs Darnelle was now a living sculpture of submission, a testament to the power of a well-kept secret. The vibrating dildo slid into her with ease, her body betraying her as her hips rocked back to meet the intrusion. She was wet with fear, or perhaps something more. The sound of the device coming to life was like a symphony in the confined space, a purr that grew steadily in intensity as I pressed the button on the remote in my pocket. Her eyes rolled back, and a muffled scream echoed through the plastic ball in her mouth. I leaned in close, my breath hot against her ear. "Remember," I whispered, "if you drop it, the punishment will be severe." With a final caress of her cheek, I stepped away, leaving her to the mercy of her own desires and the relentless rhythm of the device buried deep within her. Hours later, I returned. I made my way to the last cubicle, the excitement building with each step. The lock was still in place, the silence deafening. I pushed the door open, the wood groaning in protest. And there she was, just as I had left her, a picture of erotic distress. Her legs were splayed wide, the ropes biting into her skin, leaving a pattern of red that stood out like a declaration of war against her usually pristine flesh. The dildo was still lodged deep within her, a testament to her obedience and fear. Her body was a mess of sweat and need, her breathing shallow and erratic. I removed the blindfold. Immediately, her eyes, once filled with defiance, now searched for me with a desperation that was almost tangible. The drool had soaked through the ballgag, painting her chin and neck with a sticky sheen. Her makeup was smeared, the mask of authority and composure shattered, leaving raw, naked lust in its wake. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady mix of sweat, arousal, and the faint scent of latex. The dildo was coated in her juices, a testament to the hours of torment I had left her in. Her eyes widened in fear and relief as she felt the ropes loosen around her wrists. The gag was removed with a wet pop, the sudden rush of air making her gasp. "You've been such a good girl," I murmured, running my thumb along her swollen, kiss-bruised lips. She whimpered, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain, her body still trembling from the relentless onslaught of the dildo's vibrations. With a cruel smirk, I withdrew the dildo, the sudden emptiness making her whine in protest. But the void was quickly filled with the warmth and pressure of my fingers, the human touch sending shockwaves through her body. I began to work her clit, my thumb circling the swollen nub with the precision of a maestro conducting a symphony of lust. Her hips rolled in rhythm with my touch, the sound of wetness filling the air as my fingers danced inside her. The room spun around her, the walls closing in, as I brought her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with the force of a thousand suns. Her body convulsed, her legs shaking violently as I pumped my fingers in and out, her juices coating my hand. Her eyes rolled back, and a guttural moan tore from her throat, the sound echoing through the tiles and bouncing off the porcelain bowl. Her muscles clamped down on my hand, a vice grip of ecstasy that had me grinning from ear to ear. Her climax went on and on, an endless crescendo that seemed to have no end. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, a warm, wet embrace that tightened with each wave of pleasure. When she finally collapsed, her body a trembling mess of release, I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her. The power dynamic had shifted, and she was mine to do with as I pleased. I took a moment to appreciate the sight, her body limp and sated, her body moulded to crave my touch, and my touch only. Before leaving, I dressed her up and brought her back to the principal office.. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 7>> With a grace that belied her position of authority, Principal Hartwell closed the distance between us, her heels clicking sharply on the gleaming tile floor. Her posture was a study in poise, yet the tremor in her hand as she reached for the hem of her skirt suggested an underlying vulnerability, a craving for the dominance I knew she secretly desired. She knelt before me, her knees pressing into the fabric of her skirt, the crimson of her blushing cheeks matching the color of her silk underwear peeking through the gap in her open collar. "Master," she murmured, her voice a velvety caress that sent a shiver down my spine. "I am here to serve your every need." Her submissive stance was a stark contrast to the woman who had once wielded a ruler with a stern grip, doling out detentions and reprimands with the ease of a maestro conducting an orchestra. Yet here she was, her eyes wide and pleading, awaiting the command that would unleash the beast within me, the command that would shatter the illusion of our roles and reveal the raw, primal connection we shared. "Take off your shirt," I instructed, my voice firm and unwavering. Her trembling hands obeyed, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to reveal a body that was both soft and strong. Her breasts heaved with every shallow breath, the anticipation of what was to come causing her nipples to harden into tight peaks beneath her lacy bra. "Good girl," I praised, the words dripping from my lips like honey. "Now, remove your panties." With a whimper of excitement, she slid the silk down her thighs, revealing the glistening wetness that had gathered between her legs. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that sent my own desires spiraling out of control. "Now," I said, my hand reaching for the zipper of my pants, "it's time for your lesson." Her eyes widened further, pupils dilated with lust, as she understood the nature of the command. She parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to moisten them, and leaned forward. My cock, already straining against the fabric of my boxers, was released into her eager embrace. The first touch of her mouth was like a spark igniting a wildfire. Her hot breath wrapped around me, her velvet tongue gliding along my shaft as she took me inch by inch into her throat. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that had my hips bucking reflexively as she demonstrated her willingness to serve. Her throat tightened around me, a perfect fit that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Her eyes remained locked on mine, the submission in them a potent aphrodisiac, urging me to push further, to claim her completely. As she bobbed her head, the wet sounds of her eager suckling filled the room, mingling with the muffled gasps that escaped her when I hit the back of her throat. Her hands found my thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she fought to take more, to give me everything she had.Her throat muscles contracted around me, creating a vice-like sensation that had me groaning with pleasure. The softness of her skin brushed against my legs as she moved closer, her warm breath caressing my balls with each deep inhale. I could feel the wetness of her mouth, the heat of her tongue as it swirled around me, teasing my most sensitive spots with a precision that spoke of untold experience. Her eyes never left mine, a silent communication of passion and obedience that sent a jolt of electricity through my core. My fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with gentle tugs and strokes, setting a rhythm that grew more frenzied with each passing moment. Her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper, her throat muscles working in tandem with her mouth to create a sensation that was both divine and carnally exquisite. The pressure built within me, a volcano of pleasure that threatened to erupt at any moment. Yet, I held back, savoring the sensation of her warm, wet embrace, the way she moaned around my length, the soft vibrations echoing through my shaft. Her eyes watered, her breath hitched, but she never once broke the contact, never once faltered in her determination to please. I watched as her eyes grew heavier, the lust-filled glaze deepening, and knew she was reaching her own peak of pleasure. Her cheeks grew flushed, the pulse in her neck beating like a drum as she swallowed around me, her throat milking my cock with an enthusiasm that left me breathless. With a final, guttural groan, I released my hold on her hair, allowing her to pull back slightly, her chest heaving with the effort of her service. The climax washed over me like a tidal wave, a torrent of sensation that left me trembling. I felt my seed surge forth, painting the inside of her mouth with the essence of my power. She took it all, her eyes never leaving mine, her throat working to swallow every drop. As the last tremors of my orgasm faded, she remained kneeling, her mouth still wrapped around me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing. With this, i have confirmed her absolute submission and the end of this session. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToLucy = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 8>> "Master?" she asked curiously. Before she could complete her sentence, I grabbed her wrist, her skin cool and soft in my firm grip, and snapped the cold metal around it with a decisive click. She didn't resist, didn't scream. Instead, she took a deep, shaky breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her blouse. I reached for her other wrist, the anticipation thickening the air as I cuffed her hands together. The metallic sound seemed to resonate through the room, a declaration of my dominance. I then gently, almost tenderly, lifted one of her legs, holding it up, in a split position. She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine as I stepped closer, my erection pressing against my pants, begging to be released. My hand trailed up her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin, the softness of her stockings. Her breath hitched as my thumb grazed the lacy fabric of her underwear, hinting at the wetness that had gathered there. With a swift motion, I ripped her panties aside, exposing her glistening folds to the cool office air. She whimpered, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure that only served to drive me wilder. I positioned myself, the tip of my cock nudging at her entrance. The moment of truth had arrived. I thrusted forward, and she took me in with a gasp, her body stretching around my thickness. I felt the heat of her, the wetness that enveloped me like a tight, velvet glove. She was so much tighter than I had imagined, her walls clutching at me as if she never wanted to let go. I began to move, my hips thrusting with a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate deep within her core. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the buttons of her blouse straining against the fabric. I reached down and freed them from their confines, the soft mounds spilling into my hands. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp that sent a shiver down her spine. Darnelle's face was a mask of ecstasy, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in a silent scream as she approached her climax. I could feel her muscles tighten, the telltale sign that she was close, and it only spurred me on. My strokes grew more powerful, the sound of skin slapping against skin punctuating the silence of the room. Her hands, bound above her head, pulled at the cuffs, her fingers curling into fists as she tried to find purchase on the desk's wooden surface. The sensation of being restrained only heightened her arousal, the thrill of submission making her wetter, her body more pliant under my control. Then, I leaned in, my teeth grazing her earlobe as I whispered, "You've been a very bad girl, Slave" The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she moaned in response, her hips bucking against mine. I took the opportunity to slip my hand between her thighs, my thumb finding her clit and applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling over the edge. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm as she called out my name, her voice hoarse and needy. But I wasn't done with her yet. I pulled out just enough to watch her pussy spasm around my cock, the sight making me throb with renewed vigor. I thrust back in, harder this time, my balls slapping against her ass with each stroke. Her eyes flew open, and she locked gazes with me, her pupils blown wide with lust. I could feel my own climax approaching, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I reached down and pinched her clit again, hard enough to make her whine, and her walls clamped down around me. "Come for me," I growled, my voice low and commanding. And she did, her body shaking with the force of her second orgasm. The sight was too much for me to bear, and I followed her over the edge, my hot seed filling her up as I buried myself deep inside her. We remained there, panting and spent, for what felt like an eternity, our hearts racing in time with each other's. Slowly, I withdrew, my cock glistening with our combined release. I uncuffed her, and she slumped onto the table, her legs trembling slightly. We stared at each other for a long moment, the silence speaking volumes of the unspoken desire that had just been unleashed. I helped her to her feet, her legs still wobbly from the intensity of her climaxes. She smoothed her skirt down, the fabric whispering against her sensitive skin. I offered her a handkerchief to clean her mouth, and she took it, the fabric cool and comforting against her swollen lips. With that, I turned and walked out of the office, the click of the door shutting behind me echoing through the room like a final punctuation. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship == 9>> "I have a proposition for you," I began, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her skin was soft, the fabric of her blouse whispering against my fingertips as I traced a path down her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in my wake. The principal's breath hitched as she met my eyes, dark pools of molten desire that promised both heaven and hell. She was acutely aware of the way my thumb grazed the swell of her breast, the fabric straining against the hardened nub of her nipple. My other hand reached out, a silent demand, to caress the softness of her neck. "You're going to get pierced," I said, my voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate within her very core. "A navel piercing, nipple piercings, and a clit piercing. This will be the ultimate declaration of your submission to me." The words hung in the air like a spell, a siren's call that she found impossible to resist. The thought of the cold steel invading her most intimate flesh, the pain that would be a symbol of her newfound servitude, made her pulse race and her knees weaken. Her voice was a tremulous whisper, "Yes, Master." My hand slid down her body, coming to rest on her thigh, the warmth of my palm seeping through her skirt and setting her alight. "Good girl," I whispered, the promise of a smile playing upon my lips. "But first, let's get you warmed up for the task ahead." With that, I leaned in, claiming her mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, allowing me to plunder the depths of her mouth with my tongue, exploring and conquering with every stroke. Her hands reached up to the back of my head, her nails digging into me as she melted against me, a marionette under my masterful control. The world outside the office was forgotten as I began to explore the landscape of her body, each touch and kiss a declaration of intent. Her breath grew ragged as I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts, caged in the confines of her lacy bra. I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body, the way the light from the single desk lamp painted her skin in a warm, golden glow. Then, with a hunger that could no longer be denied, I reached behind her to unclasp the bra, freeing her breasts to the coolness of the room. As she writhed in pleasure, you stood up, your eyes never leaving hers. "Remember, Principal," you said, your voice a dark promise. "When you get those piercings, think of this moment. Think of how much you wanted it, how much you needed it." With that, you turned on your heel and strode towards the door. Swinging the door open, you stepped into the cold embrace of the hallway, leaving her to her thoughts. <<set $DarnelleRelationship += 1>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <<elseif $DarnelleRelationship >=10>> Ms. Castellanos sat behind her desk, the epitome of authority in her tailored pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, yet the subtle shimmer of her freshly pierced nipples beneath the fabric told a different story. The gleam of the silver barbell piercing her clit and the delicate stud in her navel spoke of submission, of the hidden side of the woman who had once wielded power over me with nothing but a stern look and the flick of a wrist. I approached her, my gaze raking over her form with the possessiveness of a lion claiming its prey. She squirmed in her seat, her breath hitching as I leaned over the desk, my fingertips tracing the line of her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. "You've done well," I murmured, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "But there's still one thing I require of you before your reward." Her pupils dilated, and she bit her bottom lip, the metal piercing glinting in the soft light of the office. "What... what is it?" she managed to ask, her voice a hoarse whisper that belied her apprehension. "You know," I said, my tone a velvet caress that sent a thrill through her. "You're about to find out just how much I appreciate your... dedication." I allowed my hand to drift down, my thumb brushing the swell of her left breast, the barbell peeking out from the gap between buttons. "But first, I want to see if you're truly ready for what's to come." The sight of her, naked and barely containing her arousal, was intoxicating. I stepped closer, pressing my body against hers, feeling the heat emanating from her as she leaned back into me, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I need to prepare you," I said, my voice a gruff command that sent a tremor through her. "You're still an anal virgin, aren't you?" Her response was a nod, the barbell in her clit bobbing slightly with the movement. I reached down to expose the tight, untouched expanse of her ass. The anticipation in the room was almost tangible as I stepped back and unbuckled my belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a satisfying sound. My giant cock strained against my trousers, demanding release. I gave it a quick, firm stroke, savoring the thought of claiming her in such a primal way. With one hand, I unbuttoned my pants and freed myself, the head of my cock brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of precum that she shivered at the sensation of. Her cheeks grew flushed, and she reached back to grip the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with the effort of holding still. "Please," she begged, her voice needy and raw, "I'm ready." Her words were like a siren's call, and I couldn't resist any longer. I lined the head of my cock up with her opening and pushed, feeling the resistance give way to my insistence. She gasped as the thickness of me invaded her, her body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. I didn't give her time to acclimate, though; I pulled back and thrust in deep, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the quiet office. Her walls clamped down around me, and I reveled in the feeling of her tightness, her untainted purity giving way to my rough claiming. Her nails dug into the desk as I set a punishing pace, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge of sanity. I could feel her muscles clench and release around me, her body fighting and then submitting to the onslaught of pleasure. The room grew hazy with the scent of our mingled arousal, and the only sounds were the wet slap of skin, her muffled whimpers, and the desperate cries that were torn from her throat. Her ass was a perfect fit, a tight glove that I was stretching too much to accommodate my size, and I was merciless in my pursuit of her absolute submission. Ms. Castellanos' legs began to shake, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I reached around her, my hand finding her clit, and I pinched it, rolling the barbell between my thumb and forefinger. Her back arched, and she let out a scream that was more pleasure than pain. The sight of her, writhing beneath me, her body my plaything, was intoxicating, and I felt myself getting closer to the precipice. Her muscles tensed, and she began to shake uncontrollably, her orgasm building with the intensity of a supernova. I pounded into her, feeling her ass spasm around me, her walls contracting in a desperate attempt to hold on. And then she was there, her body going limp as she was consumed by the most powerful climax of her life. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she almost passed out from the sheer force of it, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. But I wasn't done yet. I continued to fuck her, my strokes growing more erratic as I chased my own release. I could feel it building, though slowly, a pressure at the base of my spine that threatened to consume me. Her body was a blur of pleasure and pain, her moans a symphony that urged me on. And when I finally came after a long time, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the school, my hot cum filling her up, marking her as mine in the most primal of ways. Her legs gave out, and she slumped over the desk, her breathing ragged and shallow. I pulled out, my cock glistening with our combined juices, and she collapsed to the floor, a puddle of boneless satisfaction. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused, and I knew that she had never felt so alive. With a smug smile, I reached down and slapped her ass, watching as she yelped and her asshole quivered. "Look at that," I said, my voice thick with lust. "You're so perfect." Her hole remained gaping, a testament to the thorough job I had done in preparing her. The sight was obscene, and it only made me harder. I stepped back, watching as cum slowly leaked out of her, staining the pristine carpet of her office. The thought of the mess we had made, of the power I had over her in this moment, was exhilarating. I knew that she would never be the same after this, that she would crave the feeling of being so completely and utterly used. Her breathing began to even out, and she pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking back at me with a mix of awe and desire. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "More." It was a challenge, a silent agreement to the depravity that we had both embraced. With a low growl, I knelt behind her, pushing her legs apart. Her asshole was still gaping, and I took a moment to appreciate the sight before plunging back in. This time, I slammed into her,even rougher than before, feeling her body tense and then melt into the motion. Her moans grew louder, filling the room as I fucked her with a ferocity that bordered on brutal. The sensation of her tight, abused hole clamping down on my cock was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was a high, a rush of power and pleasure that surged through me with each stroke. I could feel her walls stretching around me, the muscles working to accommodate my relentless pounding. Her asshole was mine, and I was going to use it until she couldn't walk straight for a week. My hand found her clit again, and I began to rub it in time with my thrusts. She was so sensitive now, so close to the edge, that it didn't take long before she was spiraling into another orgasm. Her body tensed, her asshole gripping me like a vice, and I felt the warmth of her climax wash over my cock. I could feel her muscles contracting, milking me, begging for more. Her nails dug into the carpet as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound was obscene, the sight even more so, but we were beyond caring about decorum or propriety. This was raw, animalistic lust, and we were both lost in it. Finally, I reached my own climax, and I pulled out, watching as a thick rope of cum shot out of her and painted her breast. She lay there, panting and trembling, a vision of debauchery that would never be forgotten. After that intense session, I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bathroom, her ass still gaping and full of cum, a silent declaration of my victory and her submission. We would clean up, and she would return to her duties as the principal. <<set $DarnelleInvitedHome = true>> <<set $lastTalkedToDarnelle = $day>> <<advancePeriod 1>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $lastTalkedToDarnelle == $day>> "You already talked to Darnelle today. Try again tomorrow." <</if>> <</if>> <<link "Go back">> <<goto "Principal Office">> <</link>>