#17 – Beneath the School by Master_Mosby
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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Spanking Robin’s soft bottom had been quite pleasant, but it left the Headmaster wanting more. And though she bore it remarkably well, he doubted she was ready to take what he could give. But there was someone who could: Sister Roberta.
He sent a message to her, instructing her to meet him the next morning. He planned to spend the full day with her. But where? His office simply wouldn’t do. Though private, he wanted no chance of being interrupted. He had full reign to do as he wished at the school — to a point — but the actions he was considering would likely cross that threshold.
He thought for a while, letting his mind wander. And then he smiled: the steam tunnels!
Under the campus, there was a large web of tunnels to move steam, electricity, and telecommunications. They were rarely visited; only for maintenance. They were noisy and filthy, but that didn’t matter to him; it might be an asset.
The next morning, the Headmaster dressed casually and packed some supplies for his planned foray. He had handcuffs, gloves, a gag, a blindfold, and a flashlight.
Sister Roberta arrived at his office a few minutes early. He attached her collar and leash without asking or explaining and led her out his back door onto the grounds. There were many entrances to the tunnels; most weren’t even locked. He chose one that was covered with a heavy grate, somewhat overgrown with weeds.
Using a crowbar, he opened the grate and directed Roberta down the ladder. She proceeded cautiously but managed the descent without much difficulty. She waited at the bottom for him to follow. It was dark, lit only from the entrance above and by a few dim red safety lights.
When he reached the floor, he removed her clothes and dropped them on the damp floor. He had brought a blindfold for her, but changed his mind, deciding he wanted her to see her predicament. But he did cover her mouth using a plug-gag. It kept her mouth open but sealed with a removable stopper.
Having not yet spoken to her this morning. He pointed down, directing her onto her hands and knees. She began to comply, but too slowly for him. He pushed her to the ground, forcing her to sprawl in the muck.. Using the leash, he pulled her along behind him as he went deeper into the tunnels.
The tunnels were narrow with pipes and wiring suspended from the ceiling. They were high enough that he only had to duck when passing under the pipes running along the occasional crossing passages. The floor was often damp and slick, though with few puddles of standing water. He had brought a flashlight, but wasn’t using it – the dim light suited his purpose.
The temperature was cool but comfortable. The smell would take some getting used to. It wasn’t foul like a sewer, but it was undoubtedly unpleasant — stuffy and stale with a trace of mildew. He did spot one snake, but it slithered quickly away.
After a few turns, he found what he was looking for: a dead end out of sight of the main tunnel. He attached a chain to the overhead railing used to support the pipes. The other end attached to a D-ring on Roberta’s collar. It was slack enough that she could stand or sit, but not so much that she could lie down. The top connecter could be slid along the railing, allowing her a few feet of movement before it was stopped by a crossbar.
“Are you thirsty, Sister?” he asked. She was almost startled at the first words he had spoken.
She looked up at him and nodded – unable to respond through her gag.
Pushing her back so she was kneeling, he reached down and removed the plug, letting it dangle by the chain attached to the mouthpiece. Unzipping his pants, he withdrew his soft member and held it in front of her. She knew better than to turn away.
She remained still while he released a stream of warm piss into her open mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but quite a bit dripped from her open mouth and trickled down between her breasts. As he finished, he pulled her forward by her hair; she took his soft cock into her mouth and sucked the last drops from him.
“-ank oo hir” she mumbled through the mouth ring.
“You’re welcome, Sister,” he replied, replacing the plug. He checked the chain again to make sure it was secure before heading back to the ladder.
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