Daughter's Initiation into Lust

"Ever been fisted?" Beth asked, sliding her entire hand to the wrist inside the leader of the school before she even had time to answer.

"Noooooooo," the principal moaned, feeling her cunt being widened immeasurably, and her answer changing even as she gasped out the answer, "Yeesssssss, oh yesssssss!".

Beth fist fucked her hard and fast, loving the loud breathing and whimpering sounds emerging from this authoritarian woman she had once feared. "You like it, don't you, slut?" Beth questioned, as the fingers on her other hand began slapping the woman's clit.

"Y-y-yessssssss," Principal Peck struggled to answer through the intense pleasure of a fist inside her, mixed with the slaps on her clit making her a mental mess, unable to put two thoughts together. She loved being used like this, but not at school and definitely not when a student, teacher or parent might knock on the door at any second. Yet, she was completely at the whim of this cute adorable nerd.

After another minute of this double sexual assault on her principal's cunt, Beth demanded, sensing the bitch was close, "Beg to come from getting fisted, pet slut."

The woman of power didn't resist, but immediately responded between stunted breathing, "Please... Mistress... can I... will you let me... oh fuccccck... can I.... can I-I-I... commmme!!!"

"You want to come like a cheap slut?" Beth questioned, getting so turned on by completely dominating her principal.

"Yessss," the older woman admitted, so close to coming, but desperately trying to hold off until given permission. "Like a fucking dumb sluuuut."

Beth, wanting to psychologically dominate her, to make her completely dependent on her, suddenly pulled her fist out. Smiling, she said, "Good sluts only come when they're given permission."

Suddenly frantic, her need to come overriding everything else, but having been trained well by the Harpers, the principal pleaded, "Please Mistress, may I come, I'll do anything for you!!"

"Anything?" Beth questioned.

"Yes, Mistress, anything!!" the desperate principal pleaded.

"You'll bring me Mrs. Prince?" Beth asked.

"God, yes," the principal nodded, willing to say anything to please this naughty, sexy, nerd.

"I expect her by Friday," Beth demanded, as she slapped the principal's clit once more, but only once.

"Yesssss," the submissive moaned louder than she wanted to.

"Good," Beth nodded. "And what kind of heels are these? They look like something a hooker would wear."

"I like them," the principal defended, as they really helped accentuate her legs.

"Remove them," Beth ordered.

The principal obeyed in a panic, willing to do anything to have the teen's fist back in her cunt. The act was so crude and intense that it literally transformed her into a sex-craved bimbo.

Beth, deciding to push her principal further, curious if the bitch would obey, went to her backpack and grabbed an empty Coke bottle. She handed it to her horny, heavily breathing principal and ordered, "Get yourself off with this."

So close to orgasm, so desperate to come, she didn't hesitate as she grabbed the coke bottle, closed her eyes, and shoved it in her cunt and began pumping.

Beth pulled out her phone and quickly began filming the naughty act. Wanting to get a better position, she climbed onto the desk and stood beside her new slut and watched the bottle plunge in and out of her.

"Smile for me," Beth ordered, as the principal fucked herself.

The principal looked up and her eyes went wide at the sudden knowledge she was being filmed in such a compromising position.

She begged with a moan, but couldn't stop herself from pumping the Coke bottle in and out of her cunt, "Please don't film me."

"This is just for my own enjoyment," Beth explained, before adding a warning, "unless you decide to be disobedient. Is that clear?"

"Yes," the defeated and horny Principal Peck answered, even as she felt extra turned on at being dominated so thoroughly.

"Yes what, you bimbo bitch?" Beth cross-examined, wanting to hear herself be called Mistress on camera... really looking forward to showing this to Eve.

"Yes Mistress," the bottle fucking slut agreed, closing her eyes and focusing on the pleasure swarming through her... even though she couldn't seem to get the dam to break. She needed a cock, or Beth's fist back. She begged, "Please shove your fist back in me Mistress, and fuck the hell out of me."

Beth asked, "You want your student to fist fuck you on your desk?"

"Yes, dammit," Principal Peck replied, frustrated and desperate to come.

Looking at the clock, Beth declared, a new wicked idea in her head, "Time's up."

Marilyn opened her eyes and pleaded, "Please, no," she pleaded, even as she kept pumping the Coke bottle in her cunt.

"For that defiance, you may not come today, is that understood?" Beth instructed, still filming, and walked over and yanked the bottle out of the principal's cunt.

"Please, I need to come so bad," the submissive principal begged in desperation.

"Very well, now you may not come tomorrow either," Beth added to the punishment, reveling in the sudden power she had taken, before she shoved the very wet Coke bottle in the bitch's open mouth.

Beth fucked the principal's stunned mouth for just a few seconds before she added, "Is that clear, my principal slut?"

Defeated, she nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

"Mistress what?" Beth asked for clarification.

"Yes, Mistress Beth," the submissive corrected.

"If you're a good obedient slut, I'll let you come on Wednesday," Beth generously offered, as she put her sticky fingers in her principal's mouth.

Principal Peck was mortified that she was being denied orgasm, even as she obediently licked her own dried pussy juice off Beth's fingers from the earlier fisting.

Taking her fingers away, Beth instructed firmly, "Don't you dare touch that slut box of yours until I give you permission, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Beth," Principal Peck nodded, not sure how the morning had spun so far out of control, yet enormously excited at the power she had given to Mistress Beth. In spite of the almost insane desperation she felt at her denied orgasm, in retrospect this had turned out far better than if Mistress Beth had simply submitted. It was only in submission to the iron control of a strong Mistress that she could feel truly fulfilled, truly where the universe wished her to be.

"Good," Beth nodded, just as there was a knock at the door. "You may want to close your legs, Principal Peck."

Shame and excitement burned through the principal as she quickly got off the desk and returned to her chair behind the desk and quickly put her blouse back on and stuffed her bra into a desk drawer. "Thank you, Mistress Beth," she thanked her new Mistress with total sincerity.

"You're welcome, slut," Beth said, tossing her the skirt before opening the door and walking out, as the chubby secretary looked at her with a knowing look... although the secretary was completely wrong this time... the prey had become the predator.

The principal's cunt burned for attention as she realized she had a lunch time rendezvous with Minister Harper at lunchtime. She pondered how she was not going to come with the minister's huge snake impaled in one of her fuck holes. She sighed, realizing the new risks she had just assumed with what had just transpired.

Before she could think about it anymore, a teacher knocked on her open door. Mr. White said, "May I speak with you, Principal Peck? I have a problem."

She nodded as she thought to herself, 'so do I,' her skirt lying uselessly on top of her naked lap.

.....

Minister Harper was contemplating calling Principal Peck and having her send over one of his sluts for a quick cum deposit before he spent the afternoon punishing Katie, when there was a knock at his office door.

"Come in," he called out.

Principal Peck sauntered in and he immediately remembered Friday afternoon's conversation. Friday seeming eons away... Friday being just prior to turning his daughter into his slut.

"How's my slut principal?" he asked, figuring she would do just fine as a cum bucket.

"It's been a crazy day," she admitted, before quickly telling him of the morning's submission to Beth.

Minister Harper listened intently until she was done before saying admiringly, "That Beth, she really is full of surprises!"

"That she is," Principal Peck nodded.

"So she instructed you can't orgasm?" he asked amused.

"Yes," she nodded, sensing he was going to insist the instruction be followed.

"Well, I guess it's ass fuck time then," he smirked, standing up and walking over to her.

She immediately got on her knees, knowing that he always expected a nice blow job first.

"You really are well trained," the Minister complimented as he took off his pants, showing he was commando as usual.

"Yes, Master," she nodded, as she took his semi-erect cock in her mouth.

While the slut sucked his cock, he texted Katie:

Slut,

Be here at 1:00.

You will be missing afternoon classes and cheerleading practice. Principal Peck has approved your absence.

Katie was excited! Whenever she was called to see Minister Harper it ended with a cock in one or two or all three of her holes, and today she definitely could use a good fucking. She'd planned to make Eve eat her out after school as well, maybe add Beth too... but cock, especially holy cock, was always better.

Mr. Harper pulled out and ordered, "Get undressed."

"Of course, Master," the horny principal replied, even though she understood she wasn't going to be allowed to come. She liked getting ass fucked, but she had never come that way... it just kept her revved up and ready for more.

"Lean against the wall," he ordered, as he checked out the decent sized breasted, but amazing assed, principal. Most thought she was a hard ass, and few knew she took it in the ass.

Once undressed, she got in position, keeping her heels and stockings on, and got ready for a hard ass reaming.

The minister moved behind her and slid into the submissive's tight ass... only he and his wife ever used that orifice.

"Oh yes, Master," the Principal moaned, as her ass was filled, "plow my ass."

"From now on you will be Beth's slut and obey her without hesitation, is that clear?" the man of God ordered, as he began fucking the slut.

"I already am," she moaned, replaying today's shocking events in her head.

The Minister reamed her ass for a few minutes before pulling out and ordering, "Knees, slut."

Marilyn didn't like facials, but she was used to getting them from this Minister who preferred giving facials to coming inside any of her fuck holes. She quickly spun around and dropped to her knees, offering the minister a target for his load.

The Minister furiously pumped his cock and after only a dozen strokes was spewing his load all over the principal's pretty face.

As soon as he was done, she leaned forward and licked the last couple of drops of cum from the big dick.

Once he was done, he dismissed the slut, like he often did, "Please excuse Katie for the rest of the school day."

"Of course, Master," she nodded, standing up and feeling her face coated in cum.

"Good," he nodded, which indicated he was done with her.

She left and a little while later there was a knock on his door. Minister Harper called, "Come in."

Katie walked in smiling. She asked, smiling sexily, "What can I do for you, Minister?"

Dylan didn't return her smile, instead replying gruffly, "I hear you blackmailed my daughter."

Katie's sexy seductive smile disappeared. She stammered, "Um, I, I, I'm sorry."

"Are you sorry or sorry you got caught?" Dylan asked, with a slight smirk.

"Sorry I got caught," Katie said with a slight smile, thinking he wasn't really mad at her.

"Did you really think you could blackmail my daughter and get away with it?" Dylan said, standing up, the smirk gone.

"I didn't think," Katie answered.

"Just because you're a dirty fuck slut doesn't mean you can attempt to make my daughter one too," Dylan reprimanded, now standing in front of her as he thought to himself, 'that's my job'.

"That wasn't..." Katie began vaguely, not knowing how to get out of this. Usually a bat of her eyes, a sexy smile, or a sexual promise got her what she wanted.

"You'll be punished for your sinful act," he said firmly.

"Yes, sir," she nodded.

"Get undressed," he ordered.

Her hands trembling, sensing this wasn't going to be one of their regular lengthy fuck sessions for mutual pleasure, she removed her blouse.

"Of course you'll keep the stockings on," Dylan ordered.

Before her sexual submission to Minister Harper, Katie had only worn pantyhose once to a funeral, and had never worn thigh high stockings at all. But since then she'd worn them every day because he expected her to do so. "Of course, sir," she nodded, trying to look obedient, yet still playful. Perhaps if she got him into a frivolous mood his punishment would be a light one.

"On all fours," he ordered once she was naked.

Katie was hoping for some hard-core doggy style, but sensed that wasn't his intention.

"Follow me," he ordered once she had obeyed his order, as he walked out of his office and down the stairs to the basement.

Katie considered asking if she could walk, but his signals kept changing. Was he feeling light hearted or was he seething with anger? Since his most recent signal to her was a brusque order followed by his immediate departure, she was most likely in the doghouse so it was safest not to ask and just to crawl. The act was humiliating, which somehow enhanced her submission, and crawling down the stairs was both awkward and painful on the knees, which enhanced it even more. In some twisted way, pain and humiliation were experiences she both feared and craved. They were both uncomfortable and comforting... usually both at the same time.

As she crawled awkwardly down the stairs, she felt the growing chill of a basement. Katie had never been in the Harpers' basement and was surprised to see it was a smaller almost complete replica of the living room upstairs. She couldn't fathom why they would need such a duplicate room.

Dylan, who used this room for some of the kinky religious orgies he held, instructed, "Crawl to the cross, you disobedient follower." Yes, it was definitely better for her that she was already crawling. One less thing for her Master to fault her for.

Katie wanted to profess her complete loyalty to him, but sensed that simply acting with complete obedience would be far more effective than any words she could use if she wished to get back into his good graces. She crawled to the cross and realized what he had in store for her. She couldn't help but smile at the realisation that he was going to put her on a cross... although it wasn't a typical Roman or Christian cross, but an 'X'. From the middle of the intersection jutted a thick eight inch dildo that was haphazardly taped on.

"Stand up," Dylan ordered.

Katie obeyed, a mixture of excitement and trepidation building inside her. The idea of being bound naked to the cross with a dildo in her ass was kinky and a major turn-on, another twisted sexual adventure at the hands of the sexy, powerful Minister (like when he'd fucked her ass immediately before a church service and made her sit beside her parents with cum leaking out of her ass and onto the pew, or like his recent idea of her seducing her father that he was still expecting her to complete), yet the idea of being bound and helpless scared her a bit... especially knowing he was very angry with her at the moment.

Dylan moved to the sexy, nervous, slightly trembling, teen, positioned her so her back was against the cross and bound her wrists to the upper extensions. Katie pointed out, "I've never been down here before. This is new."

"Today you will learn your place," Dylan explained to the submissive head cheerleader, the queen bee bitch of his daughter's school. "I know you have limited movement, but lean your butt backwards against the cock. I want it completely buried in your ass."

"Yes, Master," Katie nodded, always enjoying whatever kinky shit this twisted, good looking, big dicked Minister had in mind. Complying with his order wasn't easy without lube, but fortunately her Master had gaped her asshole with his flesh and blood cock many times in the recent past. Awkwardly she pressed back against the large dildo until her butt cheeks were touching the rough wood of the cross.

Dylan asked, once she was bound and spitted, his tone cold even though inwardly he was greatly amused, "Are you ready to pay for your sins?"

"Yes, sir," Katie nodded, nervous about what the devious minister may do next.

"Why did you blackmail my daughter?" he demanded, his cock hard at the sight of this beautiful, bare-cunted, blonde teenager strapped spread-eagled to the cross wearing only thigh high stockings and a back door dildo.

"It was dumb moment of vengefulness," Katie answered, having greatly enjoyed it at the time, catching the two goody goody teacher's pets in the act too good not to take advantage of.

"How so?" Dylan asked, even though he knew exactly why. He knew that his daughter was perceived as a good girl, a symbol of what all girls should strive for, and thus an outcast to many of her peers. He also knew that under his tutelage her lowly status would be changing very soon.

Katie answered, sensing what he wanted to hear, "I should never have blackmailed Eve, but the discovery that she wasn't as pure and innocent as everyone else thinks, made me act."

"Plus, you wanted to domme her, didn't you?" he asked.

Katie hadn't put any thought into that question, but in retrospect it was true. She liked the idea of having her own pet. She had many followers at school who did her bidding, and many who munched her cunt at the snap of her fingers. Yet, potentially obtaining two new pets, especially the two biggest goody goodies in the school, was very appealing. "I guess you're right, Master," she nodded.

"Do you want my daughter as your pet?" Dylan asked.

Katie wasn't sure how to respond. The minister was a twisted person, evidenced by the time he'd had her suck him off under his desk while her parents were facing him from less than five feet away during couples counselling. Yet, he was very protective of his only child. Finally she answered, "I'd be lying if I said no."

"I like your honesty," he nodded, "and I'll let Eve make her own choice. She can either own you and make you her personal cheerleading cunt muncher, or she can submit to you. I'm not sure if she's submissive to bitches yet."

Katie smiled at the last part, knowing that many women and girls couldn't help but be drawn into submission to her because she was an intimidating bitch. Even though they hated Katie and the arrogance that she stood for, they couldn't help but submit, obey and please her. And the idea of being Eve's pet didn't appeal to her at all. She was the popular leader of her school and she didn't want that to change... the high school hierarchy of cheerleaders lording it above everybody else was a tradition going back a century, and she was the top cheerleader. Shy intellectual nerds weren't the cream that floated to the top of society, especially not in high school. Never had, never would.