[DarkSide94]

Anyone else think it’s about time for the third instalment?

Ten minutes. That’s all she had to last before recess. Mr Watson would leave the classroom, and the corridors would be empty for twenty minutes. More than enough time to get back and retrieve her clothes. Ten minutes of silence in a cupboard, easy right?

Several minutes pass, Emma too scared to breathe, to make a sound. Emma’s legs suddenly buckle, causing her to stumble against the side of the cupboard. She gasps loudly, her hands diving into jeans, pulling her panties away from her tingling pussy.

Just as quickly as it had started, her panties stopped vibrating, leaving the cupboard in silence again. She cursed her master under her breathe, angry at his little joke. She listens carefully, hoping that Mr Watson hadn’t heard her stumble.

Everything seemed normal, the rustle of paper, the scratch of a ballpoint pen, the tapping of a foot. The next several minutes seemed to last forever, but were at least uneventful. The bell made her jump, but her heart was racing. Having been topless for almost half an hour, she couldn’t wait to get dressed again.




Moments later, she was hidden again underneath the staircase. She had grabbed her clothing, but had hesitated to get dressed, instead reading the next text from her master.

“Hope your enjoying masters knew toy”

Emma held her phone out at arms length, blowing a kiss as she took a selfie, sending it to her master with her story of how she almost got caught three separate times, and how she was grateful for her new toy.

They laugh and giggle, fantasising about what could have happened if anyone had caught her. The humiliation of being found topless causing Emma’s pussy to soak her panties, her face turning bright red, loving every moment.

Then Emma’s next task came through, masters text short once again, “post a pic online holding a pair of boxers. You have twenty minutes.”

Emma cursed her master, her mind trying to figure out how to complete the task. With only twenty minutes, she couldn’t walk anywhere, and the buses were always unreliable this far from the city. Her only option would be Adams house round the corner from the school! She gets dressed and grabs her bag, thanking her master as she runs to the front door, stopping only to stare at a sign on the wall.

Swimming classes
Monday
6:30-7:30
All ages welcome

Could she?

No, too risky.

But yes!

What if I’m caught?

I’ll just look.

Her feet carry her back along the corridor, heading towards the swimming pool. She had to check, make sure it wasn’t possible.

Standing outside the changing rooms, she presses her ear to the door, listening. No sound.

Perfect, no one there. Pushing open the door, she double checks. Still no sound. Looking back into the corridor, it’s still empty. No one catching her awkwardly entering the male changing rooms.

Entering the changing room, her risk pays off. Clearly the middle of a lesson, with several sets of clothes lying on benches around the room. Running to the nearest bench, she grabs the boxers on top, undeterred by the hideous red black and blue strips. Taking out her phone, she takes a selfie, holding the boxers in clear view.

With her heart pounding, the picture was sent to her master. Wanting to escape, Emma places her hand on the handle of the door, but she pauses for just a moment. Desperate to please her master, Emma walks to the far side of the room, the bright red football shirt having caught her eye.

She had seen it before today on her way into school, the material close to bursting at the time now lay hanging delicately from a hook on the wall, large letters spelling “Williams” across the back. Everyone knew about Jack. He was the best quarterback the school had ever had, and his ability on the pitch was matched in the bedroom if the rumours were to be believed. With his sharp jaw line, handsome looks and amazing body figure, he had the pick of any girl in school. Rumours had it he had slept with several girls in Emma’s year in the past few weeks alone. Although none of the girls would spill how he was in bed, everyone had heard about his nine inch monster cock, and his dick pic had spread round the school last year quicker than herpes at an orgy! All this had done with deepen Emma’s urge to be kidnapped by him one day. Kidnapped and raped in the back of his car, and then left by the side of the road, forced to walk home in her torn and cum stained clothing.

She was now standing my his shirt, his boxers already in her hand. She could steal his boxers, forever have a memory of him. Or she could quickly rub them against her wet cunt, coating his boxers in her juices, making him coat his cock in her pussy juices later.

The silent debate continued inside her mind, debating over what would drive her horny in the years to come. Before coming to a conclusion however, the silence was interrupted by footsteps.

She turns, facing the exit from the pool, dropping jacks boxers back onto the bench, Emma now frozen where she stands.

Four guys all walk into view, water dripping from every part of their body, fresh out the pool. Laughing and giggling, they barely notice Emma frozen in the corner of the changing room. Jacks leading his group of friends, running his fingers through his hair, his eyes falling on Emma as he stops in the middle of the room, a small grin falling on his face.

Except Emma wasn’t looking as the smirk. Before Emma stood four guys, soaking wet, dressed in nothing but matching speedos. Each of them were hosting impressive bulges and well defined six packs, Emma was spoilt for choice of where to look!

“Come here”

A voice filled the room, Emma unsure of where it came from.

“Come here”

There it was again, louder and more aggressive than the first time. Emma’s first steps were small and timid, her nerves getting the better of her. She was terrified, frightened of what was going to happen, yet she still progressed towards him.

Jack placed his hand on her shoulder, smiling for just a moment as he looked into her frightened eyes. Jacks fingers dig into her shoulder blades, forcing her down onto her knees. In front of Emma were now four well defined cocks, held tightly against their host, every vein visible through their latex restraint.

Her heart told her to run.

Her brain told her to fight.

The head of Jacks throbbing cock was easy to locate. Following his thick shaft, her eyes soon fell upon the prominent shape she was looking for. At a terrifying nine inches long, it was the longest cock she had even set eyes upon, marginally bigger than her masters. A quick glance at his mates made Emma shake. Each were now sporting similar bulges, two of them maybe seven inches long, and the fourth cock a more manageable four.

Emma knows who was in charge. She places her hands on jacks hips, pulling herself in towards him. She places the tip of her tongue on his cock, running it from the base to the tip, finishing with a gentle kiss on his head.


Having shown her devotion, Emma was grabbed by her hair and dragged into the showers. She couldn’t see who was dragging her, but she put up no resistance. The only sound she made was when she was thrown against a wall, the cold tiles bringing a shock to her system.

She forces a smile, blowing a cheeky little kiss to the four cocks. Hunched up against the cold tiles of the open showers, Emma waited for someone to make a move. She waited for someone to pull out their cock and force it down her throat, making her gag as he fucked her face, pulling out only so he could finish on her face. “It’s a shame there’s only four” she thought to herself, “I could have been here for hours”

Desperate to live out one of her favourite fantasies, Emma propped herself up onto her knees, holding her hands behind her back, waiting patiently. As Jack crouched down beside her, one of the boys disappeared. Emma didn’t make out who, she was too focused on Jacks hand, which was now grabbing tightly at her throat, restricting all breathing.

With her hands remaining behind her back, Jack had no issue pinning her against the wall, his biceps pushing against Emma like it was another day in the gym. Jack spat on Emma’s face, the smile still refusing to disappear from her face. “Looks like this slut has been trained to accept abuse” he said, laughing to his friends, “she could be useful.”