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Revenge of a Goddess, Part VI By Limbo's Mistress Chapter Eleven On the ride home, I felt euphoric ... for the most part. After our heated activities in the pool room, when our heads cleared of the overwhelming need to fornicate, Tony got our clothes out of the dryer. He didn't bother to try to sneak any peeks at me as I slipped back into the skirt and sweater. My boots were still rather damp inside, so I remained barefoot as I paraded around the nicely furnished cottage. For some reason, the thought of being barefoot after having sex caused me to giggle a little. Once Tony was dressed, he walked with me back to his car. He didn't really say too much and had this weird, slightly introspective look on his face. I thought maybe he was replaying the carnal action in his mind. If so, he didn't say a whole lot. Not about what we'd just done. Not about how he felt. He didn't even show anything more than a brief smile when he opened the door of the Corvette to let me in. As we slid through the darkened streets, I kept thinking about those few minutes in the pool house. I couldn't believe I'd just behaved in such a manner. Okay, perhaps I could actually believe it. After all, it had only been a couple of days since I was on my knees, sucking Principal Lewis' dick like it was a tasty lollipop. Maybe I really was turning into some kind of wanton slut. At this rate, I'd be a full-blown whore by the end of the month. For some reason, that thought made me giggle as well. And get a little wet. Tony cut his eyes over at me, a curious look at my small laugh. Then he turned his attention back to the road. When we pulled up in front of my house, he made no move to get out of the car. Or even turn off the engine. He just stared at the empty street through the windshield. Ignoring me as if I weren't even there. "Tony?" I said, a wave of painful self-consciousness rolling over me. He didn't say anything for a moment, then sighed. "Stephanie, are you a tranny or something?" I blinked, mouth dropping open for a second, certain I'd heard him wrong. "What?" He sighed again before turning in the seat to look at me. "Are you, like, a guy who's turning into a girl?" I shook my head in denial, despite the weird burning I felt in my chest. The question was absolutely absurd. Right? I mean, I would know if I'd ever been a guy. "Why would you ask me that? You've known me since I was ten. You that I've always been a girl." I tried to ignore the way the words sounded sort of hollow in my head. "What makes you think I'm not?" He held up on finger. "Your best friend is a girl with a dick. You two are together so much you might as well be dating." He held up a second finger. "Six months ago, you were practically flat as a board. No tits or ass to speak of. Then school starts and you show up looking like something out of Playboy. That sort of thing only happens because of some high-dollar plastic surgery." He shook his head. "Just seems a little unnatural to me. I held up my hands. "Are you angry I went through puberty faster or earlier than most girls? I mean, you just felt up these 'tits' less than an hour ago. Had your damned hands all over them. Did they feel fake to you? And you were grabbing the hell out of my ass. Did that feel artificial as well?" He punched the steering wheel with his other hand. "What about your pussy, huh? I mean, I know I'm big and all, but I've never had a problem getting it to go in to some bitch's twat. No matter how tight or inexperienced they are." His eyes narrowed. "Either you've got some sort of invisible chastity belt down there, or you're still waiting for that final operation. So you can be a real girl." I flinched as if slapped. I knew his rant was completely unfounded. I'd been a girl all my life, with the associated problems that came with maturity. However, I felt a bit of pain for Kat, whom I'd asked more than once if she planned on having her manly appendage removed so she could be normal. Hearing Tony's drunken, anger-fueled tirade made me feel ashamed that I'd ever suggested it to her. "For your information, Tony Johnson, I am a real girl. Your sister has seen me naked lots of times when we were younger. She'll tell you you're being a stupid jerk." I opened the door of the car and climbed out, slamming shut as hard as I could. Then a cold hardness descended over me, something inside that was full of resentfulness. "It's not my fucking fault you couldn't hit the right hole. Either the alcohol threw off that perfect aim of yours, or else all the other skanks you've fucked had big, floppy cunts." I held up my middle finger and stormed off to my front door. As I was putting the key in the lock, Tony roared off down the street, tires screeching loud enough to wake the dead. Inside, I went straight up to my room and threw myself on the bed, tears exploding from my eyes to drip onto the comforter. I felt humiliated and furious. I couldn't believe Tony had treated me like something he found over in Burnside. At this moment, I didn't think even the trailer trash that lived there deserved to deal with an asshole such as him. Had I really fought with Kat, pushed her aside, just to have the chance to be another of Tony Johnson's "conquests"? I cried for another few minutes, getting most of the immediate angst out of my system. Climbing off the bed, I stripped out of my clothes, and the now-mateless bra, and put on my pajamas. Padding into the bathroom, I grabbed a couple of makeup wipes and removed any remaining traces of Tony's jism from my ass. My little flower was still tender from the pounding the football player had subjected it to, but it wasn't as bad as I had expected. Another makeup wipe cleared my face of the shadow and blush. I had had two hard-core sexual encounters in only two days and my virginity was still as intact as ever. Though that hadn't been my actual intention. Somehow, I knew that I would be losing that classification soon, as if the individual who would take me from girl to woman had already been chosen by some sort of divine decree. I returned to my room, climbed under the covers, and went to sleep dreaming of sweaty bodies, heavy breathing, and lots and lots of bodily fluids. Funny enough, Tony Johnson didn't feature in a single scene. When I peeled open my eyes, the sunlight streaming in through the window fell across the face of the clock on the nightstand. I put my hand out to block the glare and realized that I had overslept. Instead of an hour to get ready, I only had thirty minutes. I rushed through a quick shower, not bothering to wash my hair, and dressed as quickly as possible. Downstairs, I shoved a cold bagel in my mouth and washed it down with a glass of apple juice. Grabbing my bag and phone, I left the house and walked quickly down the sidewalk. It wasn't until I'd traveled nearly two blocks when I realized that I was walking alone. Kat and I always walked to school together, unless one of us was going to be tardy. It was one of things we'd done since middle school. I pulled out my phone out of my bag and checked to see if she'd sent a message that she was going to be late to school. There was nothing from Kat, but there were two missed calls from Daddy, and a single text from Cori that read, "Need 2 talk 2 u in am." She'd sent it right after I'd fallen asleep. When I was a few blocks from campus, I heard Brad's Mustang approach and pull up to the curb behind me. I turned around, trying to put on a casual face. Like I wasn't surprised to see him. However, when I saw who was sitting in the passenger seat, the attempt to not be excited got a boost. Jennifer Walters had a compact in one hand and a small brush in the other. She glanced up at me from the mirror, rolled her eyes, then nodded her head behind her. "If you're getting in, loser. Get in. I don't have all fucking day for you to stand there gawking like a moron." Brad, still smiling at me, shrugged one shoulder. "Hop in." I climbed over the side of the car, doing my best to not flash my panties at the houses lining the street. Once I was in, Brad peeled away from the curb and zoomed toward the school. None of us talked during the ride, but I caught Jennifer looking at me more than a few times in her mirror. In the parking lot, the two of them climbed out of the car and headed toward a different entrance from the one I usually used. Since their lockers were located on Senior Hallway, it was the closes door for them. Right before they vanished inside the building, Jennifer looked back at me over her shoulder, smirking like a damned Disney villain. Kat wasn't waiting for me at our lockers. As I pulled out my books, I wondered if she was still mad at me. While I still thought she was being overly bossy, I knew she wouldn't hesitate to remind me that she'd warned me about Tony. I was probably going to get an earful of "I told you so" whenever I finally saw her. I closed my locker door to find Cori on the other side, leaning against the metal containers staring at me, a small frown on her face that lit the fuse on a pile of anxiety. Jordan Kates was right behind her. At least she wasn't frowning. "Did you get my text?" Cori asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. I nodded as a little knot of worry formed in my stomach. "Yeah. I saw it on my way to school. I was going to come looking for you before homeroom." She leaned in closer. "Seriously, Steph? What the hell were you thinking?" "Thinking? About what?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She lowered her voice. "Fuck my brother in Jordan's pool house? I know you have a crush and all, but I seriously thought you smarter than the rest of the bimbos he's stuck his dick in." I shook my head. "It's not like that," I pleaded softly. "I was ready to go home, but he was too drunk to drive. When I suggested we wait a while, he threw me in the pool. We were just waiting in the pool house laundry room for our clothes to dry. Then it just ... happened. I didn't plan it." Cori frowned. "Just happened? I know Tony is almost every girl's wet dream and that you've been giving him serious puppy dog eyes since the semester started. I just thought you'd be a little stingier about giving up your v-card. Guess I was wrong." I shook my head again. "I didn't mean for it to happen, Cori. Not like that. Not there. We were just kissing and touching. Then we, uh, did a little more." She gave me a hard look. "Steph, you knew what you were getting into. I mean, you've known Tony a long time. You know his relationships have a short shelf life, especially after he gets what he wants from a girl. So don't come crying to me when he's no longer interested in you." She huffed and turned around to walk off. I watched her leave and then looked at Jordan. Where Cori looked angry, the other cheer captain looked amused. She reached into one of the outer pockets of her backpack, puling out a small plastic bag which she handed to me. "Here," she said, her smirk widening. "You left your panties on the floor of the pool house. I didn't think it would be a good idea for my dad to find them. He might get the impression that I was the one christening the place." Then she turned around and sauntered off after Cori. The rest of the morning was spent drifting from class to class. Ignoring some of the strange looks I was getting from some of my classmates and not really hearing anything the teachers had to say. I couldn't really concentrate on anything but my own stupidity. Even when Mr. Tillis came into the room, looking a little less gross than usual, I felt little more than a slight dampness when I glanced at him. I felt like everything I had was slowly slipping out of my grasp. It was as if I'd struggled and fought to climb this big, impossible mountain. Only the closer I got to the top, the more the climb seemed to cost me. I was too afraid of climbing back down, yet I didn't know if I would survive to make it to the top. All I wanted was for things to go back to something resembling normal. Not that I had a clue what that was. Kat didn't appear at lunchtime, either. I knew she was at school, because Sarah told me she'd seen her in second period. "She looks really pissed," she warned. "Martin Williams asked her if he could borrow a pen and she nearly ripped his head off. I thought she was going to hit him." She gave me a dubious look, "If you two had some kind of falling out, you might want to steer clear of her for a while." After getting my lunch, I sat down next to Cori. I half expected her to just get up and walk away. Instead, she looked at me. "Sorry about jumping your shit this morning. I was just really mad. I've been trying to warn you for months. And despite that, you still caved to my horny brother's libido. Just like all the others." I sighed, shrugging. "I couldn't stop myself, Cori," I said quietly. "Lately I've been so damned aroused over the craziest shit." Like the Principal, for instance. "When it was just us in the dark, both of us wearing only towels, I just got carried away. Especially after he started kissing me." Jennifer Walters sat down on the other side of me, her tray clanking against mine. Cori's eyes narrowed, and I turned to look at her. "Hey, Coltrane," she said. "I have to say that I'm amazed you can sit down today. Considering the results of last night's festivities." Cori leaned over me, glaring at Jennifer. "We all swore that we would talk about that. Jordan said it would undermine the squad's status." Then she looked at me, almost apologetically. "My stupid fucking asshole of a sibling called Brad after he dropped you at home. Wanted to know if Brad thought you were a real girl. When Brad asked what the hell he was talking about, Tony told him about what you two had done." Her face reddened. "And the how." Jennifer leaned against me, grinning. "Kudos to you, girl. Brad and I have been sleeping together for years, and I still haven't allowed him to stick it up my ass. Way to raise the bar for the rest of us." My face was on fire. I glanced between the two of them. "Oh god," I said as I stared into my half-eaten salad. "Who else knows about what happened? Like, with details?" "Just me, Jordan, my brother, and Miss Bitch over there," Cori said with an annoyed hiss. "Jordan and I made her promise not to tell anyone else, and I told Tony if he told any of the other jocks, I was going to spread a rumor he had herpes." I nodded, glancing over at Sarah and Hannah. They were busy gossiping about something else, not paying the three of us any attention. Jennifer gave me a naughty wink. "Tony said he only thought you might be a tranny because of the way your bottom had handled the D. He figured maybe you'd done it with Davenport a few times." I growled. "First of all, I am not having sex with Kat. I've never had sex with Kat. We are just friends and I'm tired of having to defend that friendship all the time." Then I pushed my tray away from me, clenching my jaw. "And yes, she has a penis. It's a fucking medical condition she doesn't have any control over. But everyone wants to make her private parts into some big deal." I shook my head. "I just wish it wasn't a big deal that she's got a dick in her pants." Jennifer looked as if she thought I might lunge at her with my nails going for her eyes. I turned to look at Cori. She, too, looked afraid and concerned. My gaze bounced back and forth as I looked between them. Finally, I had had enough of their gawking. "What?" I asked. "We know about the relationship between you and Davenport," Cori said. When I glanced at Jennifer, she nodded in agreement. "We know you two were ... a couple," she said. "We didn't realize you were friends again." I crinkled up my nose at both of them, wondering if they'd both gone insane simultaneously. Then a strong hand touched my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze designed to get my attention. I spun around in my seat and looked up into the unhappy countenance of Taborville's star quarterback, Kristopher Davenport. His athletic form filled out his school's athletic uniform in all the right places. His deep green eyes were slightly narrowed at me, and the mouth in his perfect face, a mouth I suddenly remembered kissing hundreds of times, was shaped into a frown. He glanced from me to Cori and Jennifer, then back. "Can we go somewhere more private?" he asked in a smooth, baritone voice. "We need to talk." Chapter Twelve I followed along behind Kris as he led me by the hand across the cafeteria and through the doors into the hallway. I could feel the eyes of the rest of the room on us as I had to take quick steps to match his long strides. Any hope that he might slow down once we were in the hallway vanished as he continued pulling me at a fast pace toward the exit. There were a couple of dozen students who were either skipping lunch or had already eaten and were killing time before the next bell. Their eyes widened as we passed, the excitement at what was taking place creating a buzz of whispers that followed us down the hall. When we reached the doors leading outside, Kris practically burst through them, dragging me out into the mid-day sun with him. Once we were several yards away from the building and completely alone, he released my hand and spun around to loom over me. "What the fuck have you done?" he growled. For a second, I thought he was going to hit me. There had been a few times while we'd been dating he'd gotten angry over something I'd done. Usually it was flirting with other boys. But he'd never raised his hand to me. Then I blinked rapidly, looking him up and down several times before returning my gaze to those blazing emerald eyes. "Kat?" I asked. "Well hello there! Welcome the fuck back, Stephen," he snapped. "Let me guess, this was Miss Bimbo's work?" He gestured at the well-defined, and very male, body beneath the tank top and gym shorts. Despite the aforementioned bimbo being stuffed into the background, I found I couldn't stop staring at his muscular arms and extremely fit legs. I swallowed, nodding slowly as I forced myself to look back up into her eyes. "Uh, yeah. Kind of. Uh, yeah." His eyes widened. "So, she wished that Kat was actually a guy?" She clenched his fist as her jaw tightened. "I seriously cannot believe this! What the hell is wrong with you? And her?" I felt tears forming in my eyes, and wiped at them with the back of my hand. I didn't understand why I was crying. I shouldn't, right? Not while I was in control. "Jennifer Walters was making fun of Stephanie for being friends with a freak like Kat. Stephanie just wanted people to stop belittling Kat for having a penis. Everyone thinks ... thought so poorly of her for being a she-male." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Stephanie only wanted her friend's condition to be considered normal." He rolled her eyes. I did notice that they dropped down to my uplifted chest for a second beforehand though. "Of course! I'm sure to Miss Airhead it would only make sense that only men have dicks. You know, per the norm." I shrugged. "I don't think that's what she meant that she wanted." She stomped around me in a circle, opening and closing her fists. The actions shouldn't have phased me. God only knew how many times I'd done the same thing. It was a guy reaction to being furious. On the edge of being out of control. The problem was, I couldn't stop watching him walk around like that without wondering if those large fists were going to hit something. Possibly even me. "Goddamned fucking testosterone," Kat said in a low, trembling voice. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Feels like my damned skin wants to crawl off my body, then go out and kill something." He turned to look at me. "See? This is the shit I was talking about last night. This is why I wanted to stay away from you for a while. I'm tired of getting swept up in your feminine side's crazy." "This isn't a walk in the park for me either, you know," I mumbled, looking away as I felt a pout just form on my face all by itself. He snorted with mock amusement. "Really? Well, let me enlighten you a little, Stephen. Every time something changes here, I'm instantly caught up in the wave. Completely aware. I'm sure it's nice that Stephanie doesn't even notice anything is different, but some of us aren't that lucky." He shook her head again. "I was in the library, staying away from you, while I tried to think of a plan for getting Nadine to leave us alone while resisting the temptation of Janice Rockwell's swaying ass." I started to agree that Janice Rockwell had a seriously nice ass. However, the anger packed into her rant made me think better of it. "One second, I'm a hermaphrodite junior with a fetish for dominating younger girls. Then I'm suddenly in the weight room over the gym, working out with Derek McGill. Oh, and I'm also now a senior and the star quarterback of the Taborville High Raiders." She stopped pacing, eyes focusing on me. "Then I overheard Tony Johnson mentioning to Mike Strickland that he got lucky with a certain 'stacked sophomore' at Jordan Kate's party last night." She drew in a deep breath. "Doesn't take a genius to figure out it was you." I shook my head. "It wasn't like that, Kri ... Kat." I winced when her eyes widened at my mistake. "Stephanie went to Jordan's with Tony. I mean, what choice did I have? You bolted and I turned back into her. No way she wasn't going out with him." "Oh? And at what point in the evening did you decide that having him stick his cock up your ass was a good idea?" My face suddenly burned like I was holding it over an open flame. I turned away from his accusing stare and re-crossed my arms over my chest. "It was the goddamn slut thing Nadine cursed me with. As soon as he started kissing me, I got so fucking horny I couldn't think straight." She snorted. "Sounds like a fucking bimbo whore to me." "Shut the fuck up, Kat!" I screamed. "I said I couldn't help it. You know how much Nadine can fuck with someone if she wants. Look at you." She laughed. "Technically, you did this to me, Sweetcheeks. I glared up at him. "What about now? Didn't take more than ten minutes of being a guy for you to turn into a prick. Yes, Tony Johnson and I had sex in Jordan Kate's pool house. Yes, it was anal." I lowered my arms and took a step closer to him, eyes narrowing further . "And you know what? His dick in my ass made me come harder than I've ever come in my life. Including the pre-Stephanie one." His mouth dropped open for a moment, then snapped shut. "You think I've changed? Look at you, Stephen. You're really into this whole slutty schoolgirl thing. Tell me, if Nadine made you the same offer she made me, to send you back to your old life right at the moment she showed up, would you take it?" She reached out and poked one of my breasts painfully. "Or would you stay just like this so you could flounce around like a stupid, horny whore?" He smirked. "Of course, maybe that's not so different for you. Perhaps you've always been like this. Only this time, the D goes into you." I screamed and slammed my palms against his chest. I'd hoped the action would send him falling backward. Maybe even onto his ass. Instead, he barely moved an inch. Then he looked down at me with a smile. "How'd that work out for you?" I spun around, putting my back to him as I crossed my arms over my chest again. "I hate you," I said. When I did, I felt an echo in my mind and the memory of a dozen fights and arguments between Stephanie and Kristopher. Along with an entire history. First day of sixth grade. New town, new school, no friends. Then a skinny, acne-faced boy offers for me to sit with him at lunch. Despite his being two years older and not really all the attractive, I accepted his offer. By the end of that week, we realized just how much we had in common and started hanging around each other all the time. Daddy had a rule about boys, but he took an instant liking to Kris. It helped that we were just friends. Whenever any of the boys I actually went on dates with made me cry, Kris was there to pick up the pieces. We were practically inseparable. When he moved up to the high school, we continued to be friends despite seeing each other less and less. Then, much like what eventually happened to me, puberty strapped Kris into a jet pack and took off. By the time he was a sophomore, he was turning into a handsome, muscular young man with a talent for throwing a football anywhere he aimed. The level of jealousy I endured my freshman year was astounding. As he had once before, Kris invited me to sit with him on my first day. Already a member of the in-crowd, he made sure everyone knew I wasn't just another freshman. He asked me to be his date to prom that spring and I accepted. We dated for a couple of months after that, but I was self-conscious about my body. Particularly when compared to the likes of Cori Johnson and Jennifer Walters. We began arguing more and more, eventually breaking up in an epic screaming match three days before the end of the semester. We didn't see each other all summer, and when I returned to school a few weeks ago in a body that turned every head, everyone thought Kris and I would get back together. However, I was too enamored of the attention I got to think about dating him again. We were trying to be friends, but he kept getting jealous about any other guy that caught my eye. Like Tony Johnson. "We both know you don't hate me," she said, taking a step closer. His large shadow engulfed my own. "You don't hate me and Stephanie doesn't hate Kris. That's what makes it hurt so bad. I couldn't be at Jordan's with you, so you hooked up with Tony. I mean, I know that's not what really happened. I also know that's exactly what happened." "I ... I'm sorry?" I shook my head. "Kat, I'm tired of hurting you. You shouldn't be here, suffering with me." She shrugged. "Well, I am. So I guess we'll have to make the best of it." He turned around and started walking away. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I have to get changed before next bell." He didn't turn around. "Later." I stood there, tears rolling down my cheeks as he pulled open the door and went inside the school. I wiped at my face. I really hated fighting with Kris. It always left me feeling horrible about the way things had changed between us. When I got back into the cafeteria, everyone wanted to know what had happened. I just shrugged and threw my half-eaten lunch away. "He found out about Tony," I said to Cori. "He wasn't very happy." "Shit!" she said, looking at me. "I hope he's not so pissed with Tony he throws him horrible passes on Friday. If your screwing around with Tony makes Kris cost us the game, Jordan's going to be completely off the rails. The rest of the day, I worried about how the animosity between the two boys was going to interfere with their team dynamic. However, as I was walking to my last class of the day, I saw the two of them chatting at the end of the hallway. From the looks of their conversation, any disharmony had been resolved. After last bell, I walked to the parking lot, looking around for Kris' Camaro. I spotted it at the far end of the lot, and moved toward it. I planned on trying to apologize to him for hurting his feelings and sneaking around behind his back with Tony. Halfway there, I saw him emerge from behind one of the activity buses. With Sarah Stroup. He had his arm around her waist and was guiding her to his car. I watched, mouth slightly agape as Kat opened the door for her, waited until she was safely inside, then closed it again. When he walked around to the driver's side, she glanced over and saw me standing in the middle of the lot. For a second, I thought she was going to wave me over. Instead, he smirked in a smarmy fashion, climbed into the car, and drove off. I didn't move for several seconds. I knew Kris was mad at me, but I didn't expect him to be such an asshole about it. Or be hooking up with Sarah. Fighting the tears, since I'd already done enough crying over my friend for one day, I turned around and walked home alone. The next morning, I awoke and debated skipping school. Then I realized that it was Friday. Which meant Game Day. Hopping out of bed, I jumped into the shower and got ready while constantly looking at the still- wrapped garment hanging on the closet door. After I had slipped into a black sports bra and matching panties, I put on the dark red spankies and pulled the tiny red and black skirt over my hips, fastening the snaps on the side. I couldn't resist twirling back and forth to watch it flare out, slightly flashing my butt and the word "Raiderette" scrawled in black cursive across the satin material. The dark red shell came next, the front of which also had the squad's name on the front. There was also, in a smaller font, my name over the left breast. S. Coltrane. Stephen. I blinked, head snapping around as I looked for someone who wasn't there. Why had that name popped into my head as I looked at myself in the mirror? I didn't even know any Stephens. I knew a Steve, but he was a freshman who was in my honors History class. I didn't think we'd ever spoken. Still a bit frazzled, I sat down at the vanity, went light on the makeup. Although I did add a little glitter to my eyelids. Then I parted my long, blonde hair down the middle, braided it into pigtails, and secured each one with a piece of red and black silk ribbon I'd purchased two months ago in anticipation of this very day. A pair of two-tone Keds on my feet, and I bounded down the stairs to breakfast. Daddy had called the previous evening before I went to bed to inform me that he would be home this evening. He even promised to try to make it to the game to watch my big cheerleading debut. Cori swung by to give me a lift to school. She said that there was no way a Raiderette was going to walk on Game Day. We arrived about the same time as Brad and Jennifer. And Kris and Sarah. As soon as Cori spotted them, she grabbed my arm. "Okay, here's the sitch. She's liked him for a while now. But she never made a move because she's your friend. After whatever happened between you and Kris at lunch yesterday, he asked her out for Saturday night." She leaned over and looked into my eyes. "Remember, she waited until it was obvious to all of us that you were moving on to fresh hunting grounds. Don't go being a bitch, okay?" I felt my face warm and nodded. "Okay. I promise I'll be nice." Luckily, Sarah wasn't acting all gooey and love-dopey when I walked into first period. Hell, if I hadn't known, I wouldn't have suspected anything was going on with her in the romance arena at all. She merely gave me her usual wave from her seat and went back to texting on her phone. I did notice the way her foot, clad in the same dual-colored Keds as my own, bounced up and down with energy. Of course, she might have just been excited about tonight's game. "Where's Mr. Tillis?" The boy behind me whispered. "He's late." I pressed my knees together and looked down at my desk when the mere mention of Mr. Tillis' name caused a little dampness to form between my legs. I really didn't want to get turned on by the History teacher again. I think I would just die of embarrassment. Then the barely audible din of the room vanished, replaced by absolute silence as the sound of heels clicking across a polished floor echoed within the confines of the room. I glanced up, looking toward the front of the room. A second later, my mouth dropped open in utter surprise. Nadine stood beside Mr. Tillis' desk. She wore a tight gray pencil skirt that stopped well above her knees and a royal purple blouse that did nothing to hide the large bosom beneath. The top three buttons on the shirt were unbuttoned, giving an excellent view of her cleavage. Her legs were encased in black silk stockings and the clacking sound had been from the metal tips on the ends of the five-inch glossy black stilettos on her feet. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a styled mess, two pencils crossed in the back to hold it in place. A pair of round-framed glasses sat perched on the end of her nose, giving her a sultry, yet intelligent look. She looked exactly what a hormone-addled, fifteen-year-old boy would consider a sexy teacher. Or a thirty-year-old man for that matter, since the outfit she was wearing was one that she'd worn for me on many an evening. I knew that if she were to pull the pencils out, her hair would tumble down over her shoulders in a manner that would make a hard man even harder. "Good morning, Class," Nadine said as she picked up a marker and began to write on the board at the front of the room. "Mr. Tillis is out sick today, so I'll be filling in. My name is Miss Divine." Her eyes locked with mine, and she gave me a mischievous wink. "Now, if you will all turn to page 349 in your books, we'll read about how Hitler was able to solve the German's pest problem." I glanced around to see that everyone was either following her instructions, or was too busy staring at the walking wet dream leaning against the desk. I merely placed my hands on top of my book and glared at her. She responded with a smile that seemed to promise that taking over my history class, Stephanie's history class, wasn't her true purpose. A few minutes later, the phone on the wall near the door began to beep. Nadine sauntered over to it with an exaggerated sway of her hips and jiggle in her chest. I heard a collective gasp from every male in the room. And probably a couple of the females as well. "Hello?" Nadine purred as she answered the phone. Then she turned and looked right at me. "Stephanie Coltrane? Yes, she's here. Of course, sir. I'll send her right along." She hung up the phone as her smile widened. "Stephanie?" I thought about answering with a "Fuck you, bitch." However, since everyone was paying attention, I had no choice but to respond appropriately. "Yes, Miss Divine?" I said, my voice sounding slightly worried. "You are needed in the Administrative Office," she said, nodding toward the open door. "Please gather your things and run along." Grudgingly, though my resistance was imperceptible, I put my book back into my bag, slung the satchel over my shoulder, and walked to the front of the room. Nadine followed me out the door and grabbed my arm once we were in the hallway. "On your way, I want you to stop in the bathroom and put on a fresh coat of lipstick," she said, grinning at me. "Fire Engine Red. Don't worry, there's a tube in your bag." Then she leaned in closer. "When you get there, just go on into Bobby's office. He's waiting for you." "I fucking hate you," I said between gritted teeth. "What did you do to Kat?" "Me?" She adopted an innocent expression. "It wasn't me who turned her into a hunky quarterback. Her cock didn't lose any size in the transition. Just eff-why-eye." She winked again. "That's not what I meant," I hissed. "She's all over Sarah Stroup like some kind of horn dog." Nadine giggled. "I know. It's funny, you turned her into a guy. But she still has the fetish for dominating younger girls. The reason she's the football star is because that's what Stephanie wanted." She shook her head. "Looks like your alter ego has a better grasp on things than you." I rolled my eyes. "What about that shit with Tony Johnson? I'm sure Stephanie never planned on having his dick up her ass when they were making out in the pool house." "I told you before, I have a special plan for the loss of your virginity. Very special." Her eyes glimmered with the same type of malicious glee one would expect from Hannibal Lecter. "It will happen tonight, by the way. Just to give you a head's up." "With who?" I asked, not really wanting to know. "That, my adorable Stephen, is a surprise. Now, run along before Bobby paddles you for being late." I turned and walked away down the hall. Well, my body did. My control was fading quickly with each step I took. With every footfall of my red and black sneakers, I worried less about who was going to be the cause of my deflowering and began to worry more about Principal Lewis being upset that I wasn't already in his office. If I didn't get there soon, he might be mad enough to punish me. Perhaps even ... spank me. The thought of his hand applying a little corporal punishment to my backside warmed my face and various other areas. I picked up the pace, quickly moving from one hallway to the next. Right before I reached the outer door of the school offices, I veered into the girls' bathroom and dug a tube of lipstick out of my bag. I couldn't help but shiver with nervous excitement as I traced around my lips with the bright red cosmetic. When I was finished, I blew a kiss to my reflection. With my black and red uniform and matching hair ribbons, the scarlet lipstick made me look like a horny schoolboy's wet dream. I hoped Principal Lewis would be as enticed. The receptionist's desk had a sign on it that read "Be Back in One Hour", and there was no one waiting on the bench outside the school administrator's door. Steeling myself, and trying to make my heart stop racing with naughty excitement, I knocked gently on the wooden barrier. "Enter," came a stern, masculine voice from the other side. I pulled open the door, walked across the threshold, and closed the door behind me. The lone occupant of the room sat in his high-backed leather chair with his fingers steepled together against his chin. His eyes moved up and down over my body as he drank in every bit of the buxom cheerleader standing before him. Then he separated his hands and reached one of them out to me. "Remove your panties and give them to me," he said in a stern, demanding voice that wasn't louder than conversational. "Put your cheer pants on the chair behind you. I don't think you'll want them to be all dirty before this evening." I honestly couldn't tell you why I followed his commands without a second's hesitation. I peeled the spankies off, folded them neatly, and placed them on the aforementioned chair. Then I slowly removed the black panties, dragging them slowly down my legs as I bent at the waist. I might have been able to perform the action while facing him, but a strange voice in my mind told me that it would be so much hotter if I did it so he could stare at my bare ass beneath the skirt's short hem. Once my rather damp underwear was off, I dutifully placed them in his outstretched palm. He gave me a half-smile that made my nipples tingle, then brought the wet garment to his face and inhaled deeply. The front of his pants might have already been a little tented when I first entered the room. Honestly, I couldn't remember. I did spy a noticeable lump in his lap when I turned around to hand him my underwear. However, when he brought his hand back down from his nose, the front of his khakis was pushed near to the breaking point. Part of me wanted to run. Somewhere deep, really deep, inside me I knew this was wrong. I shouldn't be getting hot and bothered staring at my principal's hard-on. I shouldn't be thinking of all the wonderfully illegal things he could do to me with it. And he, for his part, certainly should not be sniffing the panties of one of his students. The larger part of me, of course, didn't give a damn about any of those points. Instead, I slowly walked toward him, stopping right at his feet. I could already feel my mouth salivating with the thought of having that huge monster, currently hiding behind the thin fabric, between my lips. Before I managed to get down to my knees, he shook his head with a look of disappointment. I froze, looking from his penetrating gaze to the object I wanted to be penetrating me. When I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, the hand not gripping my undies raised a single finger. "I don't recall telling you to get on your knees. When you're in this office, whore, you will do as you are told, when you are told, and nothing else. Understand me?" I nodded, trying not to lick my lips with desire. His hand lashed out, grabbing my arm. He jerked me off my feet toward him. Before I could fall, however, I found myself face-down across his lap. The tip of his massive erection poked my tummy. "I asked you a question. By goddess, you will answer it." Goddess? Of course, I didn't really get a chance to contemplate his use of that word. As soon as curiosity formed in my head, I heard a loud "thwack!" Suddenly, one side of my ass was on fire. A heartbeat later, the other side received a heavy slap as well. This time, I yelped in response. "Well?" "Yes, sir," I said still reeling from the double ass-slaps. It wasn't so much that they stung, which they did. It was the fact that my body's chief reaction was to become even more aroused. "Good girl," he said, his tone a little softer if just as stern as before. "I knew you would be a fast learner." He lifted me off his lap and placed me at his feet again before settling back into his chair. I noticed there was a dark, wet spot on his tan slacks. I wasn't sure if it was his leakage or my own that was the culprit. He rose to his feet, shifted the large rod tenting his pants a little, and walked to stand behind me. I nearly turned around to watch him, but decided that would probably earn me another couple of smacks on my ass. "While I would love to have you gobbling on my cock so I could shoot my load in your dirty mouth and down your throat," he said from somewhere close behind me, "it has recently come to my attention that you, Miss Coltrane, not only like having big dicks in your mouth, you like them in your ass." I stiffened. How the hell did he know about that? Even if Tony had told a couple of the jocks, I doubted he told the principal. Then I realized I didn't care how he knew. Just knowing that he knew what I'd the previous evening sent a trickle sliding down the inside of my thighs. He continued. "I thought to myself, there's no way that's true. I mean, I know Stephanie Coltrane is a little bimbo slut, but even she wouldn't do that." His hand suddenly reached in between my legs from behind and cupped my needy and dripping sex. "Looks like I was wrong." I bit down on my lip, stifling the moan trapped on my tongue. I wanted his hand to go away at the same time I wanted it to fondle the swollen folds. In the end, it was the latter that transpired. "Then I thought about how easily you'd given your mouth to me the other day." His fingers swirled around between my legs, sliding just slightly inside, to the juiciest part of my pussy. "I figured if that was an example of who you really are, then perhaps I misjudged you." His hand vanished, nearly dragging a cry of protest from between my lips. I heard the clinking sound of a belt being unbuckled. Right behind it was a zipper being lowered and clothing hitting the floor. I, however, remained where I was, staring straight ahead at the empty chair he'd formerly occupied. "Turn around and grab the desk, slut." The words were barely a whisper, but I flinched at them all the same. I did as commanded, my hands with their bright red nails, resting on top of his daily planner. I couldn't help but notice he'd marked off the current time as "Busy." The next thing I knew, I felt the cool air of the office across my still burning bottom as my skirt was flipped up onto my back. His hand returned, sliding in and around the over- stimulated sex between my legs. As much as I was aroused, his fingers had to be coated with my juices. "So, I thought, if that sweet ass of yours was good enough for Tony Johnson, then it was certainly worth trying for myself." His hand disappeared from between my legs and slid up between my butt cheeks. The still-tender hole hidden between them received a generous coating of my own wetness. Something hard, hot, and easily familiar appeared at my back door. A hand rested on one of my hips. As the tip started to press inside, I felt Principal Lewis' breath in my ear. "I want you to be a good girl. If you scream or cry out, I will beat the shit out of your ass until you can't sit down for a month. Then I'll still fuck your tender little shit hole." He didn't wait for me to answer before going ahead with his intention. At least he wasn't as aggressive as Tony. He pushed himself inside me slowly, inch by torturous inch. Once he was as far in as he could go, he drew himself back out at an even more decelerated pace. Then he was back in again, at little more rapidly. The air of the room reeked of musky arousal, hanging like an invisible, yet detectible sign of my wantoness. "You know," he grunted as he began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. "After you left my office the other day, I went home early." The hand on my hip tightened its grip. "My wife was doing the dishes when I came in the door." The pounding taking place grew more intense, pushing my own climax toward the red line. "I practically dragged her upstairs and fucked her almost ten times straight." He stopped deep inside me and breathed into my ear again, this time with in a deathly soft tone. "I'm fairly certain she was pregnant by the time I was done." This time, the gasp wouldn't be contained. It jumped out from between my trembling lips as he resumed fucking me. "Then, while she was sleeping off the repeated orgasms, I took a drive to her little sister's house." He chuckled softly, shoving himself back inside me and following it up with a slap from the hand not holding my hip. "Pretty sure I knocked her up, too." My clit was like the red-hot cinder at the tip of a cigarette. I wanted so badly to reach down and play with it. I could feel how close I was to coming and diddling myself just a bit might be the final push needed to reach that goalpost. "As fun as that was," he said in an amused tone. "I have to admit, neither one of those sluts was the one I really wanted to have my bun in her oven." Another stinging slap echoed around the room. "Everyone would know how big of a whore you are if you had to waddle around the halls for the rest of the semester pregnant with my baby." Suddenly, I had an image of myself, walking slowly down the hall to class. Everyone around stared at me, many also leaning over to whisper to the nearest person. As I passed by the polished glass of the athletics trophy case, I caught sight of my imaginary reflection. I was wearing my cheer uniform, only there was no way the girl inside it was going to be performing for any crowds. Her breasts were milk=engorged, straining against the upper portion of the shell. The back of the skirt was raised slightly, to accommodate the increase in her hips and rear. But it was the giant belly that separated the two halves of the uniform that really captured my attention. It was huge and round, easily twice as big around as my head. My belly button, currently a cute little innie, had popped outward like the button on a Thanksgiving turkey. The girl in my mind put her hands on her distended stomach and rubbed lightly over the taut flesh. No, this was no girl. Not anymore. This was a woman. Principal Lewis shoved himself inside me one last time. He stiffened, groaning with exertion, right before I felt the hot, sticky mess of him coming inside me. As had happened with Tony, Principal Lewis' orgasm triggered my own. The image in my mind of the disgraced cheerleader who looked about ready to pop, only made the experience more intense. I collapsed onto the desk, my cheek resting on the paper calendar. The sounds coming out of both of our mouths was practically inhuman. We gasped together. Groaned together. Trembled together. Then I felt him pull himself out with a detectible pop. The burning in and one my ass was soothed by the pulsating waves of euphoria running up and down my nervous system. I probably would have been content to remain were I was for at least another hour or two. Just basking in the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm. However, a sharp whack across my still-hurting ass sent me standing upright. The administrator had pulled his pants back up and was standing there with a box of tissues in his outstretched hand. "Clean yourself up," he said flatly. After I'd taken four or five tissues, he nodded his head at the chair. "And put your cheer pants back on." He held up one hand, the damp panties still held tightly in its grip. "I'll be keeping these." I looked over at my spankies and then back to the briefs in his hand. I could tell there was no way he was giving them back to me. At least, not today. "Yes, sir," I said as I moved to comply. My legs felt weak and wobbly, like I'd just finished a marathon, a triathlon, and a thousand jumping jacks. I used the tissues to clean up the leakage from my ass, as well as the slowly drying dampness of my cunt. I dropped the used ones in the trashcan and neatly folded the remaining two. These went into the front of the bright red pants as a makeshift liner. Hopefully, I wouldn't get aroused again until I could get to my locker and grab another clean pair of panties. Once I was dressed again, I stood stock still with my hands clasped together in front of me. Taborville High's chief administrator had settled back into his chair and was perusing a piece of paper loaded with numbers. After a few seconds, his eyes drifted up to look at me. "You are dismissed, Miss Coltrane," he said in a slightly bored tone. "See you at the game." Authors note: I wanted to assure all the readers that this tale will have an end. One with a resolution. Thank you for sticking with it this long. I hope you will see it through to the end. Sincerely, Limbo's Mistress