“Come along.” Miss Shala walked out of the office and Katie followed her. Again, the two of them walked through the halls, but there were fewer boys this time. Still, Katie tried her best to keep her composure. She carried her suitcases but did her best to walk with authority and face forward. She also tried her hardest not to watch the bouncing ass in front of her, or imagine the straining buttons on Miss Shala’s blouse. She also tried to imagine not taking one of the boys into her room and playing with him for her own fun. Katie began to grow aware of the bounce she was putting on her own tits and her own ass. She loved the feeling, hoping to attract some attention. She kept up her walk as strongly as she could.
Miss Shala led her from the main halls, outside, then back in to the dormitories. She placed the skeleton key into door number 111 and unlocked it. The door opened and inside was an amazing four-post bed, all solid oak and dresser with vanity and armoire to match. Katie placed her suitcases down near the bed and looked around. The bed was fully made and there seemed to be a stack of uniforms already in the dresser. A large wooden desk occupied a corner of the room complete with very real-looking pens and stationary. Along with a laptop computer. There were towels lined up by a door – Katie could hardly believe it – to her own bathroom! This place was amazing to say the least.
“Here you are.” Miss Held out the key for Katie to take.
“Oh, thank you!.” Katie reached out to take the key from the dark-haired woman.
The woman stepped to Katie, but Katie stepped back and backed against the bedpost. Miss Shala took another step to her and got up close to Katie’s face. She breathed deeply and her breasts pulled frantically at the pleading top button of her blouse. “And Katie,” the woman said, taking another deep breath,” If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid ask me. I’m here for you.” Miss Shala smiled warmly again. Her perfume invaded Katie’s head. Katie had to shake herself to return to reality.
She pried her gaze from Miss Shala’s desperate cleavage. “Oh. TH-Thank you. Ahem. I will.” All her composure was gone. She watched Miss Shala’s clothes somehow stay together over her body.
“Excellent. Take care, now. I’ll see you in the dining hall for the evening meal.” And Miss Shala turned and walked out, waving her hips and strutting with her awkward but oh-so-sexy walk. Katie could hear boys’ voices coming down the hall. She quickly shut the door and leaned against it.
“Oh my god!” She thought, breathing deeply. “I’ve only been here for hardly an hour and already I’m lust-drunk for the secretary.” She was now talking quietly to herself. “That woman must get so much attention from the other students if that’s what she did to me.
“Get yourself together Katie,” Katie said aloud to herself, in the privacy of her room. “You have to get ready for dinner. Everyone will be there. Settle in.” Katie began to wonder around the room. She inspected it’s nooks and crannies. She opened the drawers and cracked a few of the books on the bookshelf, but she couldn’t shake the image of the secretary in her head. She wasn’t necessarily a lesbian, but Katie was plenty open to the idea of swinging both ways. She’d never done it before, but this was more than enough to make her want to start.
“That’s it. I need a shower,” Katie thought. She picked up a towel and walked into the bathroom. The fixtures and the bath were all just as impressive as the rest of the room. They fit the atmosphere perfectly. Katie turned on the molded faucet control and let the water stream to life. The shower poured water at a perfect temperature and Katie stripped off her clothes. She removed her cotton shirt and her khaki dress pants. She pulled off her red lace panties and unhooked her matching bra. As she stripped she thought about the other students in the school. She thought about the secretary. God, she needed something.
She stepped into the shower and lathered up her hair with the school’s shampoo. It was really nice. It wasn’t labeled, but it made her head tingle like something she’d only ever used at a really fancy salon. As she worked the shampoo into her hair, she felt the water pour over her breasts, and down her strong abs. She felt it run over her curved hips, down through her cleanly-shaven crotch. It fell on her feet and washed her tows. She felt all of it.
“Oh, what the hell,” she thought “Go ahead, you’ve been stressed a lot, Katie, you deserve this.” Katie rinsed the shampoo from her hands and drew out some body moisturizer onto her hands. She rubbed her palms over her neck down to her chest. She flicked her finger tips over her nipples and drew a tremble from her own body. “Oh do I ever need this,” she thought.
Katie’s lubricated hands slid over her body. Her left hand began to lightly pinch her pointed pink nipples. Her breasts perked and she drew in short breaths. She was oblivious to anything but her own hands and the water flowing down. Her right hand slid down over her navel and between her legs. She ran her palm down the inside of each thigh then back up, bringing her fingers into her play. She ran her middle finger back over her little ass hole, sending shivers over her body and then forward, to join the flow of the water between her out lips, massaging her slit.
Katie moaned and pinched her nipples harder, gripping her breasts while she pushed her two leading fingers down on opposite sides of her clit. She moved her fingers up and down and back and forth. Enjoying the pressure and the bending she caused in her own body. She convulsed under her own motions. She moaned lightly and dreamily, sometimes long and drawn, and sometimes quick, and chirpish. Images raced through her head. The last orgasm she had. The last good fuck she had, the last pair of tits she’d daydreamed of sucking, and the last cock she swallowed.
Finally, she began to slide a finger up into her pussy. She had teased herself and she’d been so good. Now this was her reward.
Katie jumped as she heard a crash. It was like two loud pops like wood splitting. She had been so absorbed in herself and the flow of the shower that she hadn’t noticed anything else, but now she felt something. She felt a cold draft, and a faint hum. She felt like she wasn’t alone.
Katie reached out of the shower to grab her towel. It wasn’t there. She flailed her hand around, groping at the towel bar, but it was empty. Had she been so lost in her lusting stupor that she’d forgotten a towel? Impossible. She peaked her head out of the shower. Had she left the door open too? No, impossible. But she didn’t necessarily remember shutting it. Really, she didn’t totally remember much.
“Hello?” Katie called. No answer “Hello? What are you doing in my room?” Still nothing. She called to the nothing once again. “I said What are you doing here? Get out!”
When nothing responded again, Katie got out of the shower. She looked around for a towel, but nothing was near. Even her clothes weren’t where she could have sworn she left them. Katie stepped through the bathroom door and saw her room completely changed. The bed was bare save a mattress pad and sheet. All the drawers were ajar and emptied. Her suitcases were gone and the door was open. No, the door was gone! The door had been completely removed by the hinges and now nothing stood between Katie’s room and the hallway to the dormitories first floor! Katie drew in a breath of terror as she realized her situation but she didn’t get any further. A hand grabbed her wet hair from behind and pulled her backward. She screamed and thrashed but the hand grasped tightly to a large chunk of her strawberry hair, still dripping from the shower she had almost enjoyed. Soon, Katie felt two hands on her ankles and two sets, a pair of hands each on her arms. She thrashed as hard as she could, screaming and wailing, but the thrashing only pulled her hair and twisted her skin.
“Hey! Hold on to her for fuck’s sake!”
Katie felt a grip weaken on her ankle and she whipped her leg free, kicking violently at whatever she could. She felt her foot meet a stomach as she knocked someone backwards.
“Oh Jesus Christ. Aldo, take that foot, will you.” Katie felt one strong hand take her right arm and pin it to the ground while two hands moved from her arm to her right leg. Two more grasped her left leg. Now she was pinned to the floor of her room by four sets of hands and she was terrified.
“What the fuck!?! Let go of me right now! What are you doing?!” Katie’s cries echoed as she thrashed under the force of the hands on her limbs. Katie looked around, getting a view of her attackers. There were four boys, they must have been her age. They were strong and muscular, all dressed in athletic wear – what looked like basketball uniforms. She saw sweat on their faces as she tried to memorize every detail of them. Short hair. Built strong, and pinning down her naked self, spread limb-from-limb to the floor. “Just how do you think you’re going to get away with this?” Katie cried, tears forming in her eyes.
“Oh calm your tits,” the boy at her head said, as he let go of her hair and slapped her tits. “We’re not interested in hurting you.”
Katies began thrashing her head to write free from her captives.
The boy at her head punched the floor next to her ear. The shock shook Katie and the floor she lay pinned to. She met the boy’s look with fire in her eyes. “We’re not interested in hurting you, but we will if we have to. Is that clear?”
Katie simply looked at the boy, grimmacing. “You won’t get away with this,” was all she said.
“Don’t need to.” The boy replied. “Gentlemen, have at her.”
The hands loosened around Katie’s arms and legs and the grips moved from her limbs to her chest and her crotch. She began to move but one of the boys held a fist over her face to keep her in line. Her mind raced. She knew she had to get away, but how? She was being probed in all directions by hands and fingers. She felt her breasts being mashed by palms and her nipples pinch by finer tips. But this wasn’t the way se teased herself; this wasn’t for her. These hands had their own agenda.
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