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The Haunting of St. Angels By sammig82 "Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble." - Shakespeare's Macbeth St. Angel's Girls School was a popular private boarding High School for the rich and the famous. Its alumni consisted of highly successful members of the community including CEOs and successful celebrities. Many of its girls had grown up to earn the respect among the elite of the high society. Parents would be willingly part with a considerable sum of their fortune just to get their girls into the school. The school's motto of 'Discipline, Principle and Diligence' appealed to many wealthy parents who did not wish their children to be spoon-fed into adulthood. Most importantly though, it was their connection with some of the country's top universities and corporate figures which made St. Angels a natural choice for those who could afford its ridiculous fees. However, the school's reputation had been at stake in recent weeks with claims of paranormal activities as well as girls complaining of being 'attacked' in their sleep. Principal Rosalind Gascoigne had vowed to get to the bottom of the matter by hiring the best paranormal investigator in the West - Miranda Courtier. Relatively young at the age of 36, she had appeared on various talk shows and even had her own YouTube channel related to either proving or debunking paranormal sightings. The claims that multiple students had been assaulted by disembodied entities sounded both interesting and suspicious to the famous investigator. Within an audio-visual setup of her van, Miranda had to replay the CCTV recording which caught a trio of individuals entering the school compound in broad daylight. According to the time-stamp of the video, this was caught during the week before the complaints and reports started flooding in from parents and students alike. The three intruders were all wearing hoodies and their faces were obscured. This particular footage showed them entering through the only two entry points into the dormitory building. The oddest thing about it was that only two of them were seen to have left the building. Miranda and his team of two other experienced investigators had scoured through all the available CCTV from all possible entry-exit points for the dorm as well as corridors leading the rooms but found no signs of the third person. There were limited surveillance within the hallway and within the building as some parents had voiced their concerns regarding privacy issues. However, Miranda knew that those were merely excuses as she had found out from her interviews among students and janitorial staffs that a parent had threatened to sue the school once when a footage of their daughter bullying another student blew on social medias. "Check this out, M." Sam Johnson swivelled his laptop's screen towards her direction. Sam was a 56 year-old retired detective who had decided to help Miranda out with what he thought was just a hobby. Miranda's dad and Sam used to be partners in the LAPD before the former was killed during a shootout. "They disappeared into that hallway which led to only two rooms. One of them was vacated due to some pipe leakage," Sam said. "Is it still vacated?" Miranda asked "Not anymore. The plumbing issues were fixed the day after. And a new student moved in less than a week later," Lucia Santos informed. At 26 years old, she was the youngest member of the group. Despite being a computer geek with her thick glasses, Lucia had a slender figure with an attractive face which was framed by her pixie-cut auburn hair. Her Hispanic features were accentuated by her big brown eyes which were always hidden behind prominent frames while her small button nose and full pair of lips completed her oval visage. Miranda contemplated on that piece of information along with her discovery that the security personnel on duty that day had been missing ever since. She was a 48 year-old lady who had been working as the security guard for the school for almost 10 years. Looking at the guard's photo, Miranda could detect the resemblance to one of the characters in Scream Queens who also happened to be a chubby African American lady working in security. Miranda herself though, more similar to Lucia in terms of looks. However, she had more elegance in her appearance as compared to the computer expert. Long blonde tresses which would always be tied up in a ponytail whenever she was on the field, along with deep-blue eyes behind thin glasses which were sitting on top of her upturned nose, she was an instant hit on social media when she first posted her fascination with the paranormal. The things which set her apart from the other 'ghost hunters' was the main purpose of her investigation. Holding a degree in quantum physics, she was more eager to debunk or disprove paranormal activities rather than proving it. According to one of her YouTube videos, she once mentioned that 90% of the strange happenings could be explained via science. "It's pretty clear to me that whoever these clowns are, the one who never left could still be hiding somewhere in the building, and terrorizing these poor girls," Miranda concluded. And, going by the bigger and more muscular body frame as compared to his two contrastingly smaller co-conspirators, the one being left behind might very likely be male. Instead of a ghost, they might very well be looking at a voyeur or a sex predator - something which Miranda did not take kindly of. "We might as well rope in the LAPD in on this," Sam suggested. "No... Not yet, anyways. We'll still need to provide proof to the school of what we've concluded," Miranda said before getting up and stretching her curvaceous form. Her light grey executive suit and matching grey slacks hugged her form in all the right places. "Alright then. We'll have the cameras and recorders set up right away," Lucia said with sudden burst of enthusiasm. ** Since it was the summer, most of the students were heading home for the school break, except for the few who stayed back. With the principal's permission, the few who stayed back were told to occupy designated rooms on the first floor for easier monitoring. Girls who left would have their name crossed out and the numbers tallied with the CCTV recording at all exit points to make sure that everyone was accounted for. They had the help of an extra pair of hands when Sam's long time friend and also retired cop, Carl Fischer, decided to chip in. Miranda could see the similarities between the two. They both shared the same paunchy figure resulted from their mundane retiree lifestyle as well as their balding hairline. The remaining hair which was left was greying rapidly as they were both closing in on sixty. But, most importantly, they both made her missed her dad. The only difference between the two former cops though, was that Sam being white and Carl, black. "Let's get this over with. Lights out," Miranda ordered over the radio which would be connected to the walkie-talkie carried by every member of the small team. The only lights that was allowed to stay on was the ones in the few rooms on the first floor where the remaining dozen of girls were occupying. There was a multipurpose space on the other end of the hallway on the same floor. Miranda was in there, manning the command station just like she usually does - watching over her team via monitors taking feeds from additional cameras being set up. There was not much going on as the team went through the building floor by floor bringing along handheld night-vision-camera, EVP and some other ghost-hunting gizmos. Miranda took the time to go back through the files of the students which they had interviewed over the past couple of days. The first file she had pulled out was that of Pricilla Chang. She was the first girl they had talked to considering the fact that she stayed in one of the two rooms on the corridor which the intruders had disappeared into. Her English was understandably effortful considering the fact that she was part of a foreign student exchange program from Taiwan. Chang had a pleasant oval face with a pair of innocent dark brown almond eyes, cute button nose and a wonderful smile. Her petite form was complimented nicely by her slender waist as well as a pair of smooth long legs. Those features more than made up for her average bust size. Her silky black hair grew past her shoulders and was always tied up in a neat ponytail. All in all, she seemed to have an introverted personality, shown by how terrified she was when she was being called upon for questioning. At some point, Miranda had to reassure her that everything was fine and she was not in trouble after seeing that the poor girl was on the verge of tears. Miss Chang did mention about some noise coming from the vacated room, and that she and her roommate were too afraid to investigate, knowing that the room was supposed to be empty. That was how the rumours and ghost stories started. It progressed to alleged 'physical' attacks from there and then. Chang's roommate was Piper Grimlock - a gossipy red-head with a vivacious traits. She was the polar opposite of Chang. If Miranda would have to guess, the principal or whoever was in charge of the student exchange program had chosen Miss Grimlock as Chang's roommate because of her willingness to 'share information'. Piper was a pretty young lady herself with a similarly slender figure as her roommate. She was slightly taller and had more curves to her as compared to the Taiwanese student. With deep blue eyes, narrow nose and full pair of lips, it was not a surprise that she had quite a following on her personal Instagram and Twitter. During her questioning, Miranda found useful information on the girls who claimed to have either been attacked during their sleep or had seen shadowy figures floating above them in their own room. The definition of an 'attack' in this context was sketchy as well. Most of the claimed to have experience physical contact that felt so vivid that they woke up with scratches on their body. Miranda already had a medical condition in mind to debunk that. As a part time psychologist, Miranda also had the explanation for girls who claimed to have been held down by an invisible force when they tried to get out of bed after a bad dream. "So, I might have been way over my head with this, but you should keep your eye on Carol Gillingham," Piper whispered to her during the interview that day, like she usually would when she was sharing some 'scoop'. "Why is that?" Miranda asked. "The girl's been acting weird ever since that night... you know, when we started hearing funny noises," Piper said. Looking at her file, Miss Gillingham was the typical alpha girl who prioritised appearance more than anyone in the school. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a small narrow nose, Miranda thought that she would do well as an actress if she was into that. In fact, the 18 year-old kind of reminded her of the Australian actress - Margot Robbie, especially with her tall and tight figure. Piper had told her that the popular girl had been laying low for a while now, which was very much unlike her old self who loved to be the centre of the attentions. Furthermore, she was the first girl who had allegedly to have been 'assaulted' by 'something' in her room. "Either that or, she's part of what's causing this whole debacle," Miranda muttered to herself before placing Carol's folder under the suspicious pile. Then, she moved on to the file of someone who had actually claimed to have been attack - physically. Danielle Bentley was alone when she claimed to have seen a shadow hovering over her while she was on her bed. She tried to scream, but a hand covered her mouth. Too terrified, the African American teenager fainted and could not recall what had happened next. She woke up the next morning, experiencing soreness to her private regions. Not surprisingly, the school had her sent to a private medical facility to have her tested if she had been raped. As it turned out, there was no signs indicative of a sexual assault. And also not surprisingly, her reputable parents did not make any fuss of that matter. The school was more than happy to let the matter slide. Miranda's thought was interrupted by a radio coming in from Sam as he mentioned that he had found something suspicious in the room where they had suspected the intruder was hiding. "I found something here... This is interesting... Wait, did you hear that?" Sam could be heard saying through the comms before the transmission was cut off. It was just static afterwards. Miranda would have been feeling her hair standing on the back of her neck if she had not gone through it all before. According to playback on the CCTV, Sam was last seen entering the room of Bethany Watson. She was the girl who had moved into the vacated room a week after its plumbing leakage was fixed. It was also the room where Miranda had suspected the intruder had initially hid on the day they were caught on camera. Then, the team leader tried to search for the girl's file before realizing that they didn't have it. She turned her channel over to Lucia's comm to see if she could asked the 26 year-old to check on Sam. "Copy that," was the only response from the computer wiz. Then, she thought she heard some sort of howling on the background right before Lucia was cut off. When she tried to get her back on the comms, she could not get through. Miranda sigh before turning her attention back onto the monitors. The screen which showed live feeds from Lucia's body- cam appeared to be dead as well. She cursed herself for no putting body- cams on Sam and Carl. "Come in, Carl," Miranda tried to reach Sam's old partner but to no avail. What in the world is going on? There was no signs of them anywhere on the live feeds from the cameras they had installed on the hallways. Right then, Miranda realized that it was time for her to join the fray. She grabbed one of the extra radios before heading out of the multipurpose room they had turned into their command centre. Miranda was about to head upstairs towards the investigation areas when she heard blood curdling cries coming out from the rooms where the girls who stayed back was supposed to sleep for the night. "God damn it!" Miranda cursed before heading towards the source on the opposite end of the corridor where the sound of distress was coming from. Noticing that only one out of the supposedly four occupied rooms' lights were on, Miranda headed in that direction. The cries had been replaced with a different kind of noises as she tip-toed closer to the door. There were moans and groans. If the hairs at the back of her neck had not been standing earlier, they were most certainly now as she tried to open the door slightly - half hoping that it would be locked, and she wouldn't have to witness what was going on inside. As the door cracked open, Miranda peeked through the small opening. Her eyes could have easily popped out of their sockets if it was anatomically possible - especially with what she was seeing. Pricilla Chang - the timid exchange student - was far from being her timid self as she bumped her naked hips repeatedly into the rear of her roommate, the lively Piper Grimlock. The mocha-brown complexion of Chang's cock was apparent every time she pulled back before shoving it back into Miss Grimlock's cunt. The 'Gossip Queen', on her other end, was nonchalantly bobbing her head up and down Danielle Bentley's pale pink penis which was jutting out from between her puffy vaginal folds along with a pair of pale hairy balls. The stark contrast of her beautiful chocolate skin against the much lighter complexion of her incongruity was a curious spectacle. So too, was the sight of Carol Gillingham's naked form fondling her own tits as she stood on the bed, slamming her black cock into Miss Bentley's eager mouth. Towards the corner of her vision, Miranda could barely make out another pile of bodies on the other bed. She had to crack the opening bigger to see that the Chester twins were part of a threesome with Alannah Dawson - another one of the girls who had complained of allegedly being 'attacked'. Miss Dawson was a lovely redhead with an overly pale complexion and a pair of traffic-stopping long legs. It was no wonder that she had barely beaten Carol Gillingham to the role as the school's cheerleading captain. In fact, Miranda had noticed that most of the girls in St. Angels were immaculately groomed as evidence by the appearance of Cleo and Claudia Chester. Like the rest of the girls in the room, the maternal twins were completely naked as they sandwiched Miss Dawson between them. Their shoulder-length blonde hair were styled identically, while their perfectly proportioned figures - apparent in nude - were almost a perfect copy of each other. The only differences were the cute little mole at one o'clock of Cleo's left areola while Claudia had it above the right side of her luscious lips. Oblivious to the fact that they were being watch, the twins each took an end to fill up Miss Dawson's holes with their own black cocks. **Sam** A few minutes earlier. Putting down his handheld HD camcorder on the study desk, Sam started going through the room of Bethany Watson. Not teaming up with anyone like he'd use to, he had the freedom to go at his own pace as he looked for anything out of the ordinary in the room of an 18-year-old teenager. Using his experience he had gain during his time with the force, he opened up drawers, flipping pillows and the mattress before shining his torchlight under Miss Watson's bed. There was nothing which was particularly standing out to him thus far with a girlish picture of a unicorn on the wall and some framed photos of her family on the far end of her desk. Sam recognised that one of the photos was taken on her family farm in Kansas where she stood between her mom and dad with their arms around each another. Since Sam grew up in Kansas City himself, it didn't take much for him to distinguish the beautiful cornfield on a clear summer day on the background. Well, having read Miss Watson's bio on her file certainly helped too. From the picture, he noticed that her mom appeared much younger than her dad, which gave the possibility that she could be the stepmom instead. Sam resumed searching for clues, browsing through books on a wall-mounted book shelf in search of her diary. It wasn't there and neither was it on the desk, nor was it anywhere on her bed. There was only one place left, and it would have to be her closet. It was a standard double door wooden closet with a gentle pink and white finishing provided by the school. As he swung the doors open, Sam found typical collection of dresses and a few sets of St. Angels school uniform in it. The dresser at the bottom consist of large drawers about the same width as the closet. The first drawer expectedly contained Miss Watson's lingerie with half the section reserved for assortment of panties - messy and unfolded, while the other half consisted of row of bras - arranged much more neatly than the other half. After muttering a word of apology to its absent owner, Sam swept his hand through the soft cottons and silks. There was nothing here which would help the team's investigation. Proceeding to the bottom drawer, Sam was surprised to find an envelope tucked underneath Miss Watson's folded sportswear and pyjamas. He retrieved it before revealing its content. To his disappointment, there was no diary or journals. However, there were cut-out news articles of a prison fire which happened recently and not far away from the school. It was reported that most of the inmates had succumbed to the fire while there were a few who escaped. The other newspaper cutting also reported news of prison fire in multiple states which seemed to be happening in quick successions to one another. Authorities could not rule out that it was a deliberate act, nor was it a hate crime. At the bottom of the envelope was a name-card which belongs to a freelance journalist. Sam knew the name - Kayla Butch. She was the reporter who had been trying to dig the dirt on celebrities especially those who bribed into prestigious schools and colleges for their children. He immediately brought up his comms to let Miranda in on this. "I found something here... This is interesting..." Sam said before he heard a noise coming from outside. "Wait, did you hear that?" he managed before his comm went dead. "Damn, the battery!" the big man cursed as he realized that the comm was out of juice. He should have had the battery replaced as it had been acting out similarly during the last few outings. The eerie noises came up again, and this time causing goosebumps on the back of his neck. Picking up the camcorder along with the envelope, he went on to investigate the source of the howling sound. **Miranda** Miranda literally kicked the door down, as she surprised the girls in the room with her presence. Their shocking orgy came to an abrupt halt as they all turned to look at the 36-year-old. Some had barely came down from cloud nine while others appeared embarrassed after being caught red- handed. The celebrity paranormal investigator was furious that the group of students had decided to risk exposure despite stern words from the principal. "What the fuck guys?!" Miranda said with hands on her hips. "Oops..." Priscilla uttered. "Oops?! Is that all you've got? We've talked about this guys! No sex until we find the rat!" Miranda couldn't help raising her voice at the group of students. "Relax Harry! We're doing this because we trust that none of us here would betray us," Claudia Chester said before turning to the rest of the girls, "Right, guys?!" "Damn right, homie! Brotherhood for life!" Cleo, the other twin concurred before giving her sister a hi-low five followed by a fist-bump-and-chest- pump sequence. "Brotherhood my ass... Stop whatever you are doing until we find out whoever's snitching us!" Miranda demanded. "Check your cell, bro," Carol said all of a sudden while looking at her own iPhone. She had not been bothered by Miranda's intrusion. Instead, she merely withdrew her cock from Danielle's mouth before sauntering over to her phone to check the messages she had received in the midst of the orgy. "Stop calling me 'bro'. Stop callin' each other 'bro' for God sake!" Miranda said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. It was switched off as she would not want any outside distraction whenever she and the team was doing an investigation. There was a dozen of missed calls and a few texts, one of which contained a photo of a distressed Bethany Watson. She appeared to be gagged and restrained. So was another woman who looked to be of Miranda's age. Both of them were looking anxiously at the camera with a middle-aged man lying unconscious in the background. Carmen Green and her daughter, Lara, were standing on each side of their captives along with a couple of men which was only partially visible in the picture. Everyone in the dormitory knew that Mrs. Green and her smoking hot daughter was just the appearances which Villand 'Shifter' Hanz and Dominic 'Skinner' Gaston used these days. After all, the notorious duo were the ones who masterminded their prison breaks and facilitated them into their new lives. Not all of the escapees agreed to the terms set by Hanz and Gaston. Miranda could never shake the feeling that some of these crooks would one day stray from the course. However she had never thought that it would be this soon. When she was still a 49 year-old paunchy and out-of-shape prison warden named Harold Griffin, she was not immediately sold by the scheme Skinner and Shifter had laid out to him. It was too ambitious, too hard to control. He joined them eventually when they revealed that there were backers from much higher up in the food chain. And, of course, having the opportunity to become some gorgeous woman definitely helped. Then, shit happened. And, he was approached once again by the duo. His purpose of replacing the original Miranda Courtier had finally been put to good use. With the numbers that they had in the school, playing the paranormal card would always come in handy especially when exposure was at risk. Having a famous paranormal investigator when something 'out of the ordinary' did happen, certainly helped. Not wasting anymore time, Miranda called the number which belonged to Carmen Green. As soon as the call got through, she literally shouted into it. "WHAT THE FUCK SHIFTER?!" Miranda yelled. "Calm down, Harold. All thanks to you and your team, we now know what has been going on in the school. Our suspicion had been proven to be true," Carmen's soothing voice reflected her composure. "Me and my team?" **Sam** Sam had never believed in ghosts. Even when he had decided to join Miranda's team as a paranormal investigator, he had always been keen to be proven wrong. That was probably why the howling noises from the adjacent room did not faze him one bit. The middle-aged investigator even had a pretty good idea what the noise was about as he stepped out of Miss Watson's room. There was nothing in the corridor as he proceeded to the door of the room which Grimlock and the exchange student were sharing. The door was already unlocked as he cracked it open slightly. The opening allowed him the view of the going-on inside. Carl was lying on one of the two beds as Lucia was swinging her hips back and forth between his legs. Sam could barely believe that the old-timer was screaming like a girl as he experienced anal sex for the very first time. "Welcome to the club, Carl," Sam said as he pushed the door open fully, not worrying if he was interrupting. Lucia stopped briefly to look over her shoulder before resuming pounding the guest investigator. Sam could tell that she was closed as she was seen pumping Carl's cock with her fist as she hammer him with her 9-inch monster. Carl came first - shooting streams of cum onto his own hairy chest. He was followed shortly by the bespectacled beauty who shot her massive load into his rectum. While waiting for them to finish up, Sam had texted Shifter and Skinner about his findings. They and the boys were probably already waiting outside the Watson's place anyways. With the issue out of the way, they were now down to the last piece of the puzzle. "Thanks for letting us finish. Your pal here was curious. So, I decided to show him what it's like. Besides, I've already disabled each and everyone of the bugs in the building," Lucia said as she pulled her cock out of Carl before gently shoving it back into her own pussy. "I'm impressed. By the way, we have found our rat," Sam said holding up the envelop. "And we have found out what happened to the third intruder," Lucia said as she tucked her panties snugly back into place before pulling up her jeans. **Miranda** Miranda felt a weight lifted off her shoulders when the call ended. Sam could not reach her with what he had found and opted to go straight to the boys who were already on standby outside of the suspect's house. Then she felt a soft hand on her face. When she looked up, Carol Gillingham leaned in to plant her lips over hers. Still, Miranda resisted as she pushed her lightly away. "We still don't know the whereabouts of the third intruder," the former Harold Griffin said. "He's dead," came the gruff voice from the doorway behind her. It was Sam's. "He was ran over by a truck just a few days ago," Sam said as he looked across the room before stepping aside for Lucia to explain. "I've managed to zoom in on the security guard who had gone AWOL. Apparently, she had caught our peeping Tom before he pay her enough money to keep her mouth shut. The bribe also included leaving him with her a pair of her security uniform and a wig. That was why we couldn't see him leave," Lucia explained as she began to strip. Her intention to be part of the orgy was clear even though she had just climaxed not too long ago. "So he left after installing cameras and hearing devices.... And got himself killed in an accident after that? Well, that was certainly convenient for us," Miranda said as he couldn't help licking her own lips as Lucia began making out with Carol Gillingham. "Alright, I'm going to step outside. Carl buddy, you wanna join me for a smoke?" Sam asked, but found that his friend was already occupied with wrapping his arms around Miranda while grabbing her tits and kissing her neck from behind. "I think I'm gonna stay with the girls," Carl said with a dirty grin on his face. **Kayla Butch** At 31 year-old, Kayla had always been aware of the hazard which came with her line of work. She had been making enemies with the high society that she sometimes wondered if it was all worth it. However, getting kidnapped by a group of masked hoodlums was definitely not something which she had anticipated. Under such circumstances, anyone would have been feared for their life. For Kayla however, she was only afraid that she would not get to submit her article along with proofs regarding a major scandal happening in St. Angels which she was convinced would shake the world. Blindfolded and gagged with plastic fastener eating into the flesh of her wrists, she could only use her other senses to speculate where they were taking her. An abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere? Clich? as it may sound, that would be her best guess. Even with the smell of sweat in the stuffy and cramp space of a van, Kayla attempted to memorise the number of left turns and right turns as well as brief stops the vehicle had made before arriving at its destination. As she was taken right after signing off from the Capital News headquarters, she would surmise that it was still well before midnight. Her stomach growled as hunger beckoned. She would usually grab herself a Subway sandwich on her way home by now. After one final left turn, the van came to a stop. She was ushered off the vehicle by the thugs before being led to some room where she was then sat down on a chair. When her blindfold was removed, she was taken aback. This would be the last place she had expected to be brought over by her kidnappers. It was the school hall of St. Angels. All of the seniors who had returned early from their summer break were gathered in their famous blazer-and-checkered-skirt uniforms despite such late hours as they were about to witness some sort of ceremony. Kayla had a bad feeling that she would be the centre of it all. Among the girls which surrounded her, there were also the school's Principal Rosalind Gascoigne, a couple of teachers which was in charge of the seniors as well as Carmen Green and her daughter Lara. Kayla knew the names of the latter two through her investigation into the prison fires and their connection with the school's scandal. The mother and daughter, as told by Bethany Watson's impostor, were just the covers for two very dangerous criminals - Villand 'Shifter' Hanz and Dominic 'Skinner' Gaston. Before Steve was killed in a road accident, he had threatened to expose who Miss Watson really was. The former bank robber, who had replaced the real Bethany, then agreed to work with Kayla and her team in exchange for some kind of immunity. "I apologise for the rough treatment, Miss Butch. I don't know why the boys have even bothered with the blindfold," Principal Gascoigne said. She was someone who appeared to have aged rather gracefully. Despite being in her early 50s, she had elegant features with a slender 5-foot-6 figure amid highlights of grey hair among dark tresses which she liked to keep in a neat bun. "Don't worry. I assure you that everything will be sorted out after we're done here. The school just needs to know if anyone else other than yourself, your assistant Ms. Lee and the late Mr. Banks, who knows about what you're investigating," the principal sounded courteous. "You're not getting anything out of me. Why does it matter anyway? Everyone will know of your atrocious crime soon!" Kayla retorted. "I suppose we better hurry then," Principal Gascoigne said while looking towards Lara Green. The beautiful 20-year-old nodded before swaying her jean-cladded hips towards Kayla. "No, no, no... Don't come near me! I'm sorry... I haven't submitted them yet... Please!" Kayla, knowing what 'Skinner' was capable off, began to beg. Principal Gascoigne merely turned her attention to an elderly African American man whom she had not noticed before. "I hope you're hungry Carl, because you'll soon have a whole brain to chow down." **Carl** The pain was worth it. That was what Carl thought as his eyes glimmered at the sight of the young reporter's skin attached to his own as he was holding her hollowed face with his dainty fingers. Even those were still in the process of merging into his own. Kayla Butch's skin fitted him like a glove thanks to the painful process Mrs. Green aka the 'Shifter' had made him gone through. Prior to him putting on the skin produced by the 'Skinner' in the guise Mrs. Green's daughter, Lara, plenty of Carl's body had to be removed especially the excess fat around his belly. There was a lot of kneading and pulling as well as discarding. As miraculous as it might had been, the pain was still excruciating. Now that he was in the final part of putting on Ms. Butch, the suffering had all but been forgotten. He felt light as he had ever been for decades. Wasting no time, Carl pulled Kayla's face onto his. Not much adjustment was needed as the skin once again sucked onto him like magnet. All he needed to do was to lift his stolen eyelids. The difference in perspective was telling as he wobbled slightly. His head throbbed as scanty memories from the skin invaded his own. They were mostly happenings from the past couple of days. He would need to dine on her grey matter to know the rest. "She hasn't submitted anything to her editor yet," the new Kayla Butch said. "That... that's certainly... good news," Principal Gascoigne said as she groped her massive tits while pounding one of her students with her 8- inch member. Kayla looked around to find that the hall of the prestigious Christian school had descended into a gallery of lust with vast gathering of bodies scattered all over in groups of threes, fours and even fives. It was an orgy with the sort of scale that was beyond anyone's wildest dreams. The newly replaced reporter could not help but grinned at the spectacle. It was the perfect setting to test out her body. "Come... join us, Ms. Butch," Bethany Watson called out. She was among the tangle of bodies which included Pricilla Chang, Piper Grimlock as well as Danielle Bentley. This was not the Bethany who had been blackmailed by the old Kayla to rat the whole school out. Rather, her skin was now occupied by Sam who had finally decided to join the fraternity. The young brunette was in a scissoring position with Danielle as Sam's cock could be seen slithering between them, squeezing in and out of each other's cunts. Their contrasting complexion was a sight to behold. The fact that Pricilla and Piper had their cocks out for each of the girls to suck on, only added to the already smoking hot combination. Kayla swaying her hips sensually over before pulling Piper in for a deep mouth-to-mouth. She felt the redhead's hand fondling at her stolen breast as she sneaked her hand behind to squeeze at her bouncy butt in return. "Excuse us, Dani," Piper said as she withdrew her manhood from Danielle's mouth to give the 31-year-old woman her full attention. Someone was kind enough to lay down mattresses and foams from the gymnastic club all over the hall as Kayla and Piper occupied one of them. In the missionary position, Piper wasted little time to let the former Carl Fischer experienced his first time as a woman. Just as her hammering was picking up in intensity, Bethany had separated herself from her previous group to join the false Kayla and her aggressor. Bethany's cock was still jutting out from her pussy, though it seemed to have just ejaculated going by the cum dripping from its tip. "Will ya clean it up for me, buddy," Bethany/ Sam requested as she straddled over Kayla's chest. The former Carl could not explain the peculiarity of not being grossed out even as he knew that it was his pal's penis being shoved at his stolen face. Without a speck of hesitation, he just wrapped Kayla's lips around its head - lapping up the remnant of his previous discharge. Hearing Bethany's moans pleased him as he felt empowered to be in the role of a beautiful woman. Many more straight men would do anything for her just to be treated the same way as Bethany did. The slapping sounds and the pain from Piper's vigorous pummelling told Kayla that the supposedly gossipy girl was close. With Bethany's hard- again member in her mouth, the reporter could only feel the warmth filling her womb as Piper erupted inside of her. The former Carl would have to consume more of Kayla's brain to find out if she was on any form of birth control. "Get on all fours," Bethany demanded with a bit of urgency as she felt Piper pulled out of her. Once she was in position, Kayla looked over her shoulder at the recently replaced Bethany. Much like the rest of the girls in the hall of sex and lust, she was only partially naked with her blue blazer discarded and her white shirt unbuttoned - hanging loosely from her shoulders. Her bras and skirt were both hiked up, to reveal her perky tits and incongruous cock respectively. "What are we doing, Sam?" Kayla asked as her friend prepared to take her from behind. "What we've always dreamt of doing. To be young again. To experience life differently... as a woman," Bethany said right before pushing the head of her erection into Kayla's ass. ** Once the unusual ceremony had ended, Principal Gascoigne ordered the seniors to work together to clean up and make the hall presentable again. The smell and the cum stains would no doubt be lingering, but the girls did what they could making sure the foams and mattresses were returned to the club's storage. It was closed to 2 am when the last of the girls had finally left for their dormitory. Lights were out and doors were locked. The eerie silent was not for long, however. Somehow, all of the hall's lights were switched back on by seemingly invisible force. Safety foams and mattresses floated out of the club's room like magic carpets as they took their place all over the hall, once again. The sounds of manic giggling and the occasional sobbing could be heard throughout the vacant space as they lasted well into the wee hours of the morning. The End