The Price of Secrets Hot Sex Story
Sarah tugged on her wrist, leading her away from the throng of students and into an empty hallway.
Her heart pounded as Sarah pulled her along, her stomach twisting in anticipation. She knows, Elana thought, panic creeping in at the edges of her mind. How does she always know?
The memory of her abuse was fresh, vivid in her mind, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as they entered the dim, quiet corridor. The noise of the other students faded into the distance, leaving only the sound of their footsteps and the dull thud of her pulse in her ears.
What does she want? What does she already know? The questions swirled relentlessly, each one adding another layer to the anxiety tightening around her chest. Sarah stopped abruptly, turning to face Elana with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms. Her smirk widened as her eyes roamed over Elanas flushed face and disheveled uniform.
“So,” Sarah said, drawing the word out, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re going to tell me everything, right now.”
Elana froze, clutching her notebook tighter against her chest. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said quickly, though her voice faltered, the words sounding weak even to her own ears.
Sarah laughed softly, the sound low and cutting. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me. You looked like a ghost when Harper sent you to the library, and now you come back looking like that?” She gestured vaguely at Elara, her smirk sharpening. “You’re not fooling anyone, Elara. So spill it.”
“I—I can’t,” Elana stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted toward the empty corridor, as though hoping for an escape route, but Sarah stepped closer, blocking her path.
“You can,” Sarah said, her tone hardening. “And you will. Unless you want me to start asking ‘other’ people what’s going on. You know how good I am at finding things out.”
She knew Sarah wasn’t bluffing. She never did.
“I… It’s nothing,” Elara tried again, her voice trembling. “Just a misunderstanding.”
Sarah’s eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head, studying Elana like a predator sizing up its prey. “Don’t insult me, Elana . I want details. Now!”. “Please, after school…” Elana begged. Sarah nodded, released her wrist and sauntered away, her confidence radiating with every step. Alone in the hallway, Elara leaned against the wall, her mind a storm of emotions, before composing herself for next class.
Later that day…
Elana stood outside Mr. Harper’s office, the air heavy around her. The door seemed larger than it had earlier in the day, its polished surface cold and uninviting. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the precarious situation she found herself in. With trembling fingers, she knocked softly, the sound barely audible in the empty hallway.
“Enter,” came his voice, clipped and devoid of warmth.
She swallowed hard and pushed the door open, stepping inside the small, starkly organized office. Mr. Harper sat behind his desk, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes sharp and unrelenting as they locked onto hers. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of a clock on the wall, each second stretching unbearably.
“Close the door,” he said flatly.
Elana obeyed, the click of the latch echoing in the confined space. She stood frozen for a moment before he gestured to the chair opposite him. Her legs felt heavy as she crossed the room, lowering herself slowly into the seat. She clutched the strap of her bag tightly in her lap, unable to meet his piercing gaze.
“Do you know why I’ve called you here?” His voice was calm, almost eerily so, but the undercurrent of accusation was unmistakable.
Elana shook her head quickly, her throat tightening. “No, Sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He leaned back in his chair, his expression dark and calculating. “You were sent to the library during my class, and you returned nearly twenty minutes later looking… less than composed. Now, I’ve been a teacher long enough to know when a student is hiding something. So, I’ll ask again—what happened in that library, Elara?”
“I—” she began, her voice breaking. She shook her head again, desperately searching for an explanation. “I just lost track of time,” she stammered. “I was looking for a book, and—”
“Don’t insult me,” Harper cut in coldly. His words landed like a slap, making her flinch. “You think I didn’t notice the state you were in? Disheveled, flushed, avoiding eye contact like a guilty child. Whatever excuse you’re about to give me, don’t bother. I’m not here for your lies.”
Elara’s chest tightened, and her fingers dug into the strap of her bag. “It’s nothing,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Really. It’s nothing.”
Harper leaned forward, his gaze narrowing as he rested his elbows on the desk. “Nothing? Is that what you’d like me to tell the principal? Or perhaps your parents? That their daughter disappears for twenty minutes in the middle of class and comes back looking like that?”
The mention of her parents hit like a hammer. Her breath hitched, and she shook her head quickly. “No, please,” she said, her voice cracking. “Don’t tell them. It’s not what you think—”
“Then tell me what it is” Harper interrupted, his voice low and icy. He waited, the silence between them oppressive as her resolve crumbled.
“I can’t,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “Please, don’t tell anyone.”
Harper’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned back again, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re hiding something, Elana . Something that, if it got out, would cause you a lot of trouble. Fortunately for you, I’m willing to keep this… private.”
Her stomach twisted, the implication in his words sinking in slowly. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice small.
“I mean, if you want this to stay between us, you’ll do exactly as I say,” he said coolly. “No arguments, no excuses. Do we understand each other?”
Elana stared at him, her tears spilling over as the weight of his demand settled over her. She felt trapped, cornered, with no way out. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Harper leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he studied her. Then, without a word, he lifted his hand and motioned downward, a single, deliberate gesture.
Elanas breath hitched, her body stiffening as her mind raced to comprehend the silent command. She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest, but his expression remained calm, expectant.
“Now, Miss Elana ,” he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of finality. “Don’t make this difficult.”
Her stomach twisted, and she felt her cheeks flush hot with a mixture of fear and shame. Her fingers trembled as she slowly released her grip on her bag, setting it down beside her chair. She stood on shaky legs, her knees nearly buckling beneath her as she moved hesitantly toward him.
As she reached the desk, she stopped, her eyes fixed on the polished surface. Her pulse thundered in her ears as he waited, silent and patient. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and then, with a deep, shaky breath, she knelt before him. Elara wound her way beneath the desk and with stiff fingers unzipped Mr. Harper’s pants. Immediately his small member perked up. Just get through with it, she thought. It’s much smaller than Crane’s, she thought. With ease she swallowed him whole, just wanting to be done with it. Elara was a natural cock sucking child whore. In a different world, she could make thousands, sucking off men, had only her training begun much earlier. Mr. Harper groaned at the unexpected expertise of the child and quickly came into her mouth. Both of them surprised, Elana at how quickly he came and salty he tasted and Mr. Harper at how fucking fast the wanna be slut made him cum – and swallowed. Elana patiently knelt before him, awaiting instructions.
Mr. Harper quickly gathered himself and said:”See you tomorrow after school.”
The door to Mr. Harper’s office clicked softly as Elana stepped into the hallway, her legs shaky and her face flushed. She clutched her bag tightly against her chest, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. Her mouth still filled with the taste of semen. The air outside felt cold against her flushed skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating weight of the office behind her.
She barely made it two steps before Sarah emerged from the shadows of a nearby corner, her arms crossed and a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. Her sharp eyes darted over Elara, taking in the disheveled uniform, the unsteady gait, and the faint redness on her cheeks.
“Well, well,” Sarah said, her voice dripping with amusement. “That didn’t take long, did it?”
Elana froze as Sarah stepped closer. She looked down, avoiding Sarah’s gaze, but the other girl wasn’t having it.
“Don’t even try to deny it,” Sarah continued, circling Elara like a predator stalking its prey. “I know exactly what just happened in there. You really are easy, aren’t you?”
“I don’t—” Elana started, her voice barely above a whisper, but Sarah cut her off with a dismissive wave.
“Save it,” Sarah said, her smirk widening. “You’re coming home with me. Now.”
Elana blinked, startled. “Why?”
“Because we need to have a little chat,” Sarah said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And I think you know what about.”
The walk to Sarah’s house was quiet, the tension thick between them. Elana kept her head down, her hands clutching the straps of her bag as Sarah led the way, her steps confident and purposeful. By the time they reached Sarah’s house, the sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the front yard.
Once inside, Sarah wasted no time. She motioned for Elana to follow her up the stairs and into her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them. The room was surprisingly tidy, the bed neatly made and the desk stacked with books and papers. Sarah dropped her bag onto the chair by her desk and turned to face Elana , her smirk returning.
“Spill,” Sarah said, leaning back against the desk with her arms crossed. “What happened with Harper?”
Elana hesitated, her eyes darting to the floor. “I… I.” She knew there was no point in resisting—not with Sarah. With a shaky breath, she began to recount what had happened, her voice trembling as she spoke. She didn’t hold back, the words spilling out in a torrent she couldn’t stop.
When she finally finished, Sarah’s smirk widened into a full grin. “Well, well,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “That’s quite the story, Elara. You’ve been a sluttly little girl, haven’t you?”
Elana felt her cheeks flush hot with shame, but Sarah only laughed softly, shaking her head. “This is good,” Sarah said, almost to herself. “This is *really* good. I’ve got dirt on Harper now. If he ever tries anything with me—or if I just feel like making his life miserable—well, let’s just say, this is going to come in handy.”
Elana shifted uncomfortably, her hands twisting the strap of her bag. “You’re not going to—”
“Relax,” Sarah interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. “I won’t do anything… for now. But you’re going to keep doing what I say. Got it?”
Elana nodded silently, her heart sinking as Sarah walked over to her desk and pulled out a stack of math worksheets. “Good. Now, start with this,” Sarah said, dropping the papers onto the bed. “You’ve got a lot of homework to do. And don’t mess it up.”
Elana moved to the bed and began working, her hands trembling as she picked up a pencil. Sarah sat back in her chair, watching her with a satisfied expression.
“You’re doing well, Elara,” Sarah said after a moment, her tone almost mockingly kind. “Keep it up, and maybe I won’t have to tell anyone what I know.”
Elana nodded again, her voice caught in her throat. As she scribbled answers onto the page, she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that she was sinking deeper into Sarah’s web—and that there was no way out.
The sky was dark by the time Elana stepped out of Sarah’s house, the chill of the evening air biting against her skin. Her body felt heavy, her mind clouded with everything that had happened—first with Harper, then with Sarah. She walked down the quiet street, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves, her thoughts racing in a tangled web of fear, shame, and a strange sense of inevitability.
This is who I am now, she thought bitterly, clutching her bag tightly against her chest. This is what I’ve become.
Sarah’s parting words echoed in her mind. “You’re doing well, Elana . Keep it up.” The mockery in her tone was unmistakable, and yet, part of her had felt a strange flicker of pride. Why? she asked herself, her cheeks flushing in the cold. Why do I feel… good about this?
Her fingers brushed against the choker around her neck, hidden beneath her blouse, and the weight of it grounded her. Crane’s voice whispered in the back of her mind, calm and steady, reassuring her that everything she was doing—everything she was becoming—was for him. And wasn’t that enough? Wasn’t that all that mattered?
The house was dark when she arrived, the porch light casting faint shadows across the front yard. She slipped her key into the lock and stepped inside, her movements quiet and deliberate. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the stillness, and she realized with a pang of relief that her parents weren’t home.
Elana set her bag down by the stairs and made her way to the kitchen, flipping on the light. The harsh glow of the fluorescent bulb illuminated the cluttered counters, a stark reminder of the chores she had ignored again. They’ll be furious when they see this, she thought, but the anxiety barely registered. Her thoughts were elsewhere—on Harper, on Sarah, on Crane.
Elana opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she took a sip. The cool liquid steadied her, if only for a moment. I can’t keep doing this, she thought, the weight of the day pressing down on her. But I don’t know how to stop.
She made her way upstairs to her room, the faint creak of the wooden steps echoing in the empty house. Her room was exactly as she had left it that morning, but it felt different now—smaller, suffocating. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The posters on the walls, the neatly made bed, the stack of books on her desk—all of it felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts. She pulled it out and saw a message from Crane.
Crane:Are you ready to prove yourself again?
Her heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching as she read the words. Elana swallowed hard, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before she typed her response.
Elana :Yes, Sir.
The reply came almost instantly.
Crane: Good.
She moved to her closet, her fingers brushing over the hangers as she searched for something that would meet his expectations. The choker around her neck felt heavier now, a constant reminder of who she was—and who she belonged to.
Elana chose a dress, simple yet elegant. As she slipped it on, her thoughts swirled with a mix of pride and apprehension. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her eyes wide and searching, her cheeks flushed with the anticipation of what was to come.
Her phone buzzed again, breaking the silence.
Crane: I’ll be waiting.
Elana took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she turned toward the door. Her hands trembled as she reached for the handle, her heart pounding in her chest. She stepped out into the hallway, the sound of her shoes against the floor echoing in the stillness as she made her way downstairs.
The house was silent as she left, the cool night air wrapping around her like a shroud. She walked toward his home, her steps quick and purposeful, the weight of Crane’s expectations driving her forward. By the time she reached him, the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them—a teen slut in making and a kiddie loving man.
Crane opened the door to let Elana in. She immediately felt much better knowing she was in the presence of the one who doesn’t take advantage of her. At least that’s what she believed by now. Too well had her tutor taught and groomed the child. He led her into his study and helped her out of her clothes. “You look good. I hope those cum stains didn’t cause any problems?”Crane asked. Elana sighed before answering that everything was alright. “Inspection” came the command. A singular word and Elana dropped to her knees, puffing out her chest, gaze fixed to the floor. Her hands locked behind her back and softly parted knees, Crane felt up the still half wet panties of the girl. “Nearly good” he muttered before adjusting Elana’s position. He kept her in the position for a long time, sitting down comfortably in his armchair. Eventually Elana began trembling, signaling she wouldn’t hold out much longer. All part of Crane’s plan, for he did indeed want her to fail. Elana held out even longer though, hungry for his praise that wasn’t coming. Elara was so eager to please until she couldn’t take it any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes before she sobbed:”I’m sorry sir…”
Crane looked at hurting Elana but held out. It wasn’t until she fell over that he got up and said:” Well well well… 2 hours, that’s not a bad start .. im certain we need to keep pushing sometime. But you didn’t do as you were told, for that I believe, punishment is in order.” Elana pleaded but to no avail. He helped her up and led the shaking girl to his bedroom. “Off with these panties”. Elana quickly pulled them off , handing them to Crane. She was now naked besides her choker. “Open up little star”. She thought she knew what was coming and braced herself for his cock but instead received her wet crusty panties. The disgusting taste flooded her mouth. She wanted to spit them out, but Crane held his lands over her lips. “Nu–uh,” he retorted, “keep them in, suck the liquid out.” Elana fought the vomit clawing up her throat, gagging. But a sudden spit in her face refocused her. He just slan on me, she thought. She cried more. This is me, this is who I am. It makes him happy, she thought. Elana relaxed a bit and began sucking on her panties like a baby on a pacifier. Crane stroked her hair. “Now that’s a good slut!” The praise immediately filled Elana with warmth, connecting the disgusting act and humiliation with a rush of dopamine and oxytocin. She calmed down, breathing slowing and welcomed his touch as he began fondling her. Her nipples hard with forbidden lust, pointing straight into the air. Elara felt fulfilled in his dirty schemes. Crane towered over Elana who laid on her back and massaged her little boobs. Soon they would swell, he thought, just like her smooth soft belly would. He was pleased with the child who would become a teenage mother. And it would tie them together forever. He wondered if she felt any change yet. She reminded him of Lilly for a moment. Lilly was only ten when he filled her with his seed, but back then he didn’t groom the child properly enough. Lilly, he reminisced, she must be 20 by now. Sometimes he wondered if she carried the baby, but her parents moved. The kid must be ten by now, perhaps eleven. She never told on him though. This time was different. With Elara, he did everything perfectly so far. He would turn her into a whore for pleasure. But he had to keep going, and training her before she became visibly pregnant.
He gathered himself and admired the girl chewing her own cum juices from her panties before receding a bit. “Get on your knees, stay in bed.” Elara, happy to receive a new command quickly turned around and knelt. I have to push her and teach her quickly he thought. He went up behind her and stared at her flat kiddie ass. What a wonderful sight he thought. Her anal entry, clean and devoid, seemed enticing. But she must become pregnant if she wasn’t yet. And this he plunged into the tight, sopping wet hot cunt of the girl. Elana moaned in pleasure. She started to enjoy the feeling of his raw dick filling her up. Crane grabbed her shoulders and began pumping in and out of the young flesh. He noticed Elana’s willingness to give her body to him, to bring pleasure. He felt her cunt narrowing around his twitching member. His stamina was low today, or perhaps Elara was a born slut. Before long he felt her pounding against his cock, forcing it deep into her fertile cunt. Crane didn’t hold out much longer afterwards, releasing his semen deep into her womb. He chuckled and praise dropped from his lips like sweet nectar as he complimented:”Oh Elana , I love your body so much.” She glowed.
Crane quickly turned her on her back shoving pillows below her hip, making sure his seed would impregnate the girl. And she was still suckling on her panties! What a good girl he thought. He took them out of her mouth, tossing them aside before kneeling above, inserting his soft cock. “Clean up sweetie.” he said, kissing her forehead. Elara hungrily for more affection sucked him dry and clean, swallowing like the good little girl she was. Draping a blanket over them, Elana and Crane fell asleep cuddling.
Her heart pounded as Sarah pulled her along, her stomach twisting in anticipation. She knows, Elana thought, panic creeping in at the edges of her mind. How does she always know?
The memory of her abuse was fresh, vivid in her mind, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as they entered the dim, quiet corridor. The noise of the other students faded into the distance, leaving only the sound of their footsteps and the dull thud of her pulse in her ears.
What does she want? What does she already know? The questions swirled relentlessly, each one adding another layer to the anxiety tightening around her chest. Sarah stopped abruptly, turning to face Elana with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms. Her smirk widened as her eyes roamed over Elanas flushed face and disheveled uniform.
“So,” Sarah said, drawing the word out, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re going to tell me everything, right now.”
Elana froze, clutching her notebook tighter against her chest. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said quickly, though her voice faltered, the words sounding weak even to her own ears.
Sarah laughed softly, the sound low and cutting. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me. You looked like a ghost when Harper sent you to the library, and now you come back looking like that?” She gestured vaguely at Elara, her smirk sharpening. “You’re not fooling anyone, Elara. So spill it.”
“I—I can’t,” Elana stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted toward the empty corridor, as though hoping for an escape route, but Sarah stepped closer, blocking her path.
“You can,” Sarah said, her tone hardening. “And you will. Unless you want me to start asking ‘other’ people what’s going on. You know how good I am at finding things out.”
She knew Sarah wasn’t bluffing. She never did.
“I… It’s nothing,” Elara tried again, her voice trembling. “Just a misunderstanding.”
Sarah’s eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head, studying Elana like a predator sizing up its prey. “Don’t insult me, Elana . I want details. Now!”. “Please, after school…” Elana begged. Sarah nodded, released her wrist and sauntered away, her confidence radiating with every step. Alone in the hallway, Elara leaned against the wall, her mind a storm of emotions, before composing herself for next class.
Later that day…
Elana stood outside Mr. Harper’s office, the air heavy around her. The door seemed larger than it had earlier in the day, its polished surface cold and uninviting. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the precarious situation she found herself in. With trembling fingers, she knocked softly, the sound barely audible in the empty hallway.
“Enter,” came his voice, clipped and devoid of warmth.
She swallowed hard and pushed the door open, stepping inside the small, starkly organized office. Mr. Harper sat behind his desk, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes sharp and unrelenting as they locked onto hers. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of a clock on the wall, each second stretching unbearably.
“Close the door,” he said flatly.
Elana obeyed, the click of the latch echoing in the confined space. She stood frozen for a moment before he gestured to the chair opposite him. Her legs felt heavy as she crossed the room, lowering herself slowly into the seat. She clutched the strap of her bag tightly in her lap, unable to meet his piercing gaze.
“Do you know why I’ve called you here?” His voice was calm, almost eerily so, but the undercurrent of accusation was unmistakable.
Elana shook her head quickly, her throat tightening. “No, Sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He leaned back in his chair, his expression dark and calculating. “You were sent to the library during my class, and you returned nearly twenty minutes later looking… less than composed. Now, I’ve been a teacher long enough to know when a student is hiding something. So, I’ll ask again—what happened in that library, Elara?”
“I—” she began, her voice breaking. She shook her head again, desperately searching for an explanation. “I just lost track of time,” she stammered. “I was looking for a book, and—”
“Don’t insult me,” Harper cut in coldly. His words landed like a slap, making her flinch. “You think I didn’t notice the state you were in? Disheveled, flushed, avoiding eye contact like a guilty child. Whatever excuse you’re about to give me, don’t bother. I’m not here for your lies.”
Elara’s chest tightened, and her fingers dug into the strap of her bag. “It’s nothing,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Really. It’s nothing.”
Harper leaned forward, his gaze narrowing as he rested his elbows on the desk. “Nothing? Is that what you’d like me to tell the principal? Or perhaps your parents? That their daughter disappears for twenty minutes in the middle of class and comes back looking like that?”
The mention of her parents hit like a hammer. Her breath hitched, and she shook her head quickly. “No, please,” she said, her voice cracking. “Don’t tell them. It’s not what you think—”
“Then tell me what it is” Harper interrupted, his voice low and icy. He waited, the silence between them oppressive as her resolve crumbled.
“I can’t,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “Please, don’t tell anyone.”
Harper’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned back again, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re hiding something, Elana . Something that, if it got out, would cause you a lot of trouble. Fortunately for you, I’m willing to keep this… private.”
Her stomach twisted, the implication in his words sinking in slowly. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice small.
“I mean, if you want this to stay between us, you’ll do exactly as I say,” he said coolly. “No arguments, no excuses. Do we understand each other?”
Elana stared at him, her tears spilling over as the weight of his demand settled over her. She felt trapped, cornered, with no way out. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Harper leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he studied her. Then, without a word, he lifted his hand and motioned downward, a single, deliberate gesture.
Elanas breath hitched, her body stiffening as her mind raced to comprehend the silent command. She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest, but his expression remained calm, expectant.
“Now, Miss Elana ,” he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of finality. “Don’t make this difficult.”
Her stomach twisted, and she felt her cheeks flush hot with a mixture of fear and shame. Her fingers trembled as she slowly released her grip on her bag, setting it down beside her chair. She stood on shaky legs, her knees nearly buckling beneath her as she moved hesitantly toward him.
As she reached the desk, she stopped, her eyes fixed on the polished surface. Her pulse thundered in her ears as he waited, silent and patient. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and then, with a deep, shaky breath, she knelt before him. Elara wound her way beneath the desk and with stiff fingers unzipped Mr. Harper’s pants. Immediately his small member perked up. Just get through with it, she thought. It’s much smaller than Crane’s, she thought. With ease she swallowed him whole, just wanting to be done with it. Elara was a natural cock sucking child whore. In a different world, she could make thousands, sucking off men, had only her training begun much earlier. Mr. Harper groaned at the unexpected expertise of the child and quickly came into her mouth. Both of them surprised, Elana at how quickly he came and salty he tasted and Mr. Harper at how fucking fast the wanna be slut made him cum – and swallowed. Elana patiently knelt before him, awaiting instructions.
Mr. Harper quickly gathered himself and said:”See you tomorrow after school.”
The door to Mr. Harper’s office clicked softly as Elana stepped into the hallway, her legs shaky and her face flushed. She clutched her bag tightly against her chest, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. Her mouth still filled with the taste of semen. The air outside felt cold against her flushed skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating weight of the office behind her.
She barely made it two steps before Sarah emerged from the shadows of a nearby corner, her arms crossed and a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. Her sharp eyes darted over Elara, taking in the disheveled uniform, the unsteady gait, and the faint redness on her cheeks.
“Well, well,” Sarah said, her voice dripping with amusement. “That didn’t take long, did it?”
Elana froze as Sarah stepped closer. She looked down, avoiding Sarah’s gaze, but the other girl wasn’t having it.
“Don’t even try to deny it,” Sarah continued, circling Elara like a predator stalking its prey. “I know exactly what just happened in there. You really are easy, aren’t you?”
“I don’t—” Elana started, her voice barely above a whisper, but Sarah cut her off with a dismissive wave.
“Save it,” Sarah said, her smirk widening. “You’re coming home with me. Now.”
Elana blinked, startled. “Why?”
“Because we need to have a little chat,” Sarah said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And I think you know what about.”
The walk to Sarah’s house was quiet, the tension thick between them. Elana kept her head down, her hands clutching the straps of her bag as Sarah led the way, her steps confident and purposeful. By the time they reached Sarah’s house, the sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the front yard.
Once inside, Sarah wasted no time. She motioned for Elana to follow her up the stairs and into her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them. The room was surprisingly tidy, the bed neatly made and the desk stacked with books and papers. Sarah dropped her bag onto the chair by her desk and turned to face Elana , her smirk returning.
“Spill,” Sarah said, leaning back against the desk with her arms crossed. “What happened with Harper?”
Elana hesitated, her eyes darting to the floor. “I… I.” She knew there was no point in resisting—not with Sarah. With a shaky breath, she began to recount what had happened, her voice trembling as she spoke. She didn’t hold back, the words spilling out in a torrent she couldn’t stop.
When she finally finished, Sarah’s smirk widened into a full grin. “Well, well,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “That’s quite the story, Elara. You’ve been a sluttly little girl, haven’t you?”
Elana felt her cheeks flush hot with shame, but Sarah only laughed softly, shaking her head. “This is good,” Sarah said, almost to herself. “This is *really* good. I’ve got dirt on Harper now. If he ever tries anything with me—or if I just feel like making his life miserable—well, let’s just say, this is going to come in handy.”
Elana shifted uncomfortably, her hands twisting the strap of her bag. “You’re not going to—”
“Relax,” Sarah interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. “I won’t do anything… for now. But you’re going to keep doing what I say. Got it?”
Elana nodded silently, her heart sinking as Sarah walked over to her desk and pulled out a stack of math worksheets. “Good. Now, start with this,” Sarah said, dropping the papers onto the bed. “You’ve got a lot of homework to do. And don’t mess it up.”
Elana moved to the bed and began working, her hands trembling as she picked up a pencil. Sarah sat back in her chair, watching her with a satisfied expression.
“You’re doing well, Elara,” Sarah said after a moment, her tone almost mockingly kind. “Keep it up, and maybe I won’t have to tell anyone what I know.”
Elana nodded again, her voice caught in her throat. As she scribbled answers onto the page, she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that she was sinking deeper into Sarah’s web—and that there was no way out.
The sky was dark by the time Elana stepped out of Sarah’s house, the chill of the evening air biting against her skin. Her body felt heavy, her mind clouded with everything that had happened—first with Harper, then with Sarah. She walked down the quiet street, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves, her thoughts racing in a tangled web of fear, shame, and a strange sense of inevitability.
This is who I am now, she thought bitterly, clutching her bag tightly against her chest. This is what I’ve become.
Sarah’s parting words echoed in her mind. “You’re doing well, Elana . Keep it up.” The mockery in her tone was unmistakable, and yet, part of her had felt a strange flicker of pride. Why? she asked herself, her cheeks flushing in the cold. Why do I feel… good about this?
Her fingers brushed against the choker around her neck, hidden beneath her blouse, and the weight of it grounded her. Crane’s voice whispered in the back of her mind, calm and steady, reassuring her that everything she was doing—everything she was becoming—was for him. And wasn’t that enough? Wasn’t that all that mattered?
The house was dark when she arrived, the porch light casting faint shadows across the front yard. She slipped her key into the lock and stepped inside, her movements quiet and deliberate. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the stillness, and she realized with a pang of relief that her parents weren’t home.
Elana set her bag down by the stairs and made her way to the kitchen, flipping on the light. The harsh glow of the fluorescent bulb illuminated the cluttered counters, a stark reminder of the chores she had ignored again. They’ll be furious when they see this, she thought, but the anxiety barely registered. Her thoughts were elsewhere—on Harper, on Sarah, on Crane.
Elana opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she took a sip. The cool liquid steadied her, if only for a moment. I can’t keep doing this, she thought, the weight of the day pressing down on her. But I don’t know how to stop.
She made her way upstairs to her room, the faint creak of the wooden steps echoing in the empty house. Her room was exactly as she had left it that morning, but it felt different now—smaller, suffocating. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The posters on the walls, the neatly made bed, the stack of books on her desk—all of it felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts. She pulled it out and saw a message from Crane.
Crane:Are you ready to prove yourself again?
Her heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching as she read the words. Elana swallowed hard, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before she typed her response.
Elana :Yes, Sir.
The reply came almost instantly.
Crane: Good.
She moved to her closet, her fingers brushing over the hangers as she searched for something that would meet his expectations. The choker around her neck felt heavier now, a constant reminder of who she was—and who she belonged to.
Elana chose a dress, simple yet elegant. As she slipped it on, her thoughts swirled with a mix of pride and apprehension. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her eyes wide and searching, her cheeks flushed with the anticipation of what was to come.
Her phone buzzed again, breaking the silence.
Crane: I’ll be waiting.
Elana took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she turned toward the door. Her hands trembled as she reached for the handle, her heart pounding in her chest. She stepped out into the hallway, the sound of her shoes against the floor echoing in the stillness as she made her way downstairs.
The house was silent as she left, the cool night air wrapping around her like a shroud. She walked toward his home, her steps quick and purposeful, the weight of Crane’s expectations driving her forward. By the time she reached him, the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them—a teen slut in making and a kiddie loving man.
Crane opened the door to let Elana in. She immediately felt much better knowing she was in the presence of the one who doesn’t take advantage of her. At least that’s what she believed by now. Too well had her tutor taught and groomed the child. He led her into his study and helped her out of her clothes. “You look good. I hope those cum stains didn’t cause any problems?”Crane asked. Elana sighed before answering that everything was alright. “Inspection” came the command. A singular word and Elana dropped to her knees, puffing out her chest, gaze fixed to the floor. Her hands locked behind her back and softly parted knees, Crane felt up the still half wet panties of the girl. “Nearly good” he muttered before adjusting Elana’s position. He kept her in the position for a long time, sitting down comfortably in his armchair. Eventually Elana began trembling, signaling she wouldn’t hold out much longer. All part of Crane’s plan, for he did indeed want her to fail. Elana held out even longer though, hungry for his praise that wasn’t coming. Elara was so eager to please until she couldn’t take it any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes before she sobbed:”I’m sorry sir…”
Crane looked at hurting Elana but held out. It wasn’t until she fell over that he got up and said:” Well well well… 2 hours, that’s not a bad start .. im certain we need to keep pushing sometime. But you didn’t do as you were told, for that I believe, punishment is in order.” Elana pleaded but to no avail. He helped her up and led the shaking girl to his bedroom. “Off with these panties”. Elana quickly pulled them off , handing them to Crane. She was now naked besides her choker. “Open up little star”. She thought she knew what was coming and braced herself for his cock but instead received her wet crusty panties. The disgusting taste flooded her mouth. She wanted to spit them out, but Crane held his lands over her lips. “Nu–uh,” he retorted, “keep them in, suck the liquid out.” Elana fought the vomit clawing up her throat, gagging. But a sudden spit in her face refocused her. He just slan on me, she thought. She cried more. This is me, this is who I am. It makes him happy, she thought. Elana relaxed a bit and began sucking on her panties like a baby on a pacifier. Crane stroked her hair. “Now that’s a good slut!” The praise immediately filled Elana with warmth, connecting the disgusting act and humiliation with a rush of dopamine and oxytocin. She calmed down, breathing slowing and welcomed his touch as he began fondling her. Her nipples hard with forbidden lust, pointing straight into the air. Elara felt fulfilled in his dirty schemes. Crane towered over Elana who laid on her back and massaged her little boobs. Soon they would swell, he thought, just like her smooth soft belly would. He was pleased with the child who would become a teenage mother. And it would tie them together forever. He wondered if she felt any change yet. She reminded him of Lilly for a moment. Lilly was only ten when he filled her with his seed, but back then he didn’t groom the child properly enough. Lilly, he reminisced, she must be 20 by now. Sometimes he wondered if she carried the baby, but her parents moved. The kid must be ten by now, perhaps eleven. She never told on him though. This time was different. With Elara, he did everything perfectly so far. He would turn her into a whore for pleasure. But he had to keep going, and training her before she became visibly pregnant.
He gathered himself and admired the girl chewing her own cum juices from her panties before receding a bit. “Get on your knees, stay in bed.” Elara, happy to receive a new command quickly turned around and knelt. I have to push her and teach her quickly he thought. He went up behind her and stared at her flat kiddie ass. What a wonderful sight he thought. Her anal entry, clean and devoid, seemed enticing. But she must become pregnant if she wasn’t yet. And this he plunged into the tight, sopping wet hot cunt of the girl. Elana moaned in pleasure. She started to enjoy the feeling of his raw dick filling her up. Crane grabbed her shoulders and began pumping in and out of the young flesh. He noticed Elana’s willingness to give her body to him, to bring pleasure. He felt her cunt narrowing around his twitching member. His stamina was low today, or perhaps Elara was a born slut. Before long he felt her pounding against his cock, forcing it deep into her fertile cunt. Crane didn’t hold out much longer afterwards, releasing his semen deep into her womb. He chuckled and praise dropped from his lips like sweet nectar as he complimented:”Oh Elana , I love your body so much.” She glowed.
Crane quickly turned her on her back shoving pillows below her hip, making sure his seed would impregnate the girl. And she was still suckling on her panties! What a good girl he thought. He took them out of her mouth, tossing them aside before kneeling above, inserting his soft cock. “Clean up sweetie.” he said, kissing her forehead. Elara hungrily for more affection sucked him dry and clean, swallowing like the good little girl she was. Draping a blanket over them, Elana and Crane fell asleep cuddling.