Only Girl in School – 1_(0) by DonnyOscar

The original concept for this story was not my own design. It is derived from the story “The only girl in school” by Frankel. I do not intend to claim this idea as my own. However, on reading the story, it was too wonderful a premise to allow it to suffer so horribly under the writing of that author. The content was also too far-fetched to be truly enjoyed and the tastes too specific. I have decided to give the story a re-write in order to improve the readability and expand on the original preferences. Enjoy.
Fair warning: This will have plenty of forced sex and thorough rape. Just not quite as particular as Frankel’s stories. If that offends you, please leave. If that excites you, please read on. I’m excited for you to experience all the anguish I have in store for our heroine as she loses herself, being forced by men and women alike to be used in every way she never imagined. It may take a while to get started, but I hope you see it through and enjoy.Katie had always been trying to break the mold. She never appreciated any form that society wanted her to fit. She didn’t keep inside the lines and anyone who knew her knew not to tell her what to do. In her disobedience to the system, she was brilliant. She was the top student in her high school and she surpassed her peers in nearly every way. She worked long hour on her schoolwork and trained hard for her swim team. She was easily going to be the most successful person you’d ever met, and she was going to do it entirely by her own volition.

“Come on, Dad, we’re going to be late!” Katie called to her father. “All my stuff’s in the car already!”

Katie’s father turned the corner on the landing and hopped down the stairs. “You know,” he said to her, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to leave your mother and me.”

“Of course I don’t. But this is a big deal now, and I don’t want to give them any reason to dislike me.” Katie met her fathers sarcastic look. “Any more reason to dislike me yet.”

“Well I’m not sure I want to give my daughter over to an all-boys school,” her father replied.

“It’s not for long. You’ll hardly notice.” Katie laughed and she and her father walked out to the car.

Her mother was already in the car waiting for them. “Oh my baby, I’m going to miss you so much! Don’t go making all those boys fall in love with you.” Her mother joked at her. Both Katie and her father rolled their eyes.

It was a two and a half hour drive to Kingswalk, the private school for boys for which they were destined. In her pursuits to destroy any and all societal expectations, Katie had brought up quite a case against Kingswalk. It was the best prep school in the country, and being exclusive to boys, it was especially vulnerable to legal attack. Under her pressure and after legal threats from Katie and the support of her friends and family, they reluctantly decided to allow Katie to attend and they even agreed to consider allowing other girls to attend the following year based on how this year ran.

The family arrived at Kingswalk. A guard opened the gate with a friendly smile, but the gate looked so sturdy and threatening.

Katie’s mother spoke up. “Oh my. I wonder what they need such security for.”

“Security. It’s perfectly safe, but they sell high security here.” Katie responded. “A lot of really important people like diplomats and CEOs send their kids here, so they just want to make sure it’s safe,” Katie responded.

“Well I suppose that’s a good thing. Still, it seems scary,”

The grounds were huge. The door to the main building was at least two miles from the front gate. Katie jumped out of the car. She retrieved her suitcases – only two, she was told she had to pack lihgt and that everything else would be provided – and started towards the front steps to the school.

“Bye mom, bye dad. I’ll see you soon. I have to go now.” Katie hugged her parents and exchanged goodbyes.

“Do you want help going in?” Her dad asked.

“No, I’ve got it from here. Besides, it’s really just students beyond here. Thanks. Take care!” With that Katie waved her last goodbye and turned and stepped into the front door of the school’s main building. Immediately, all eyes were on her. There were just-graduated boys left right and center, all staring. They had all moved in the day prior, and Katie was effectively showing up one day late to the party. Everyone knew this year was a big deal too. And this was the girl that would change their school forever.

Katie picked her head up higher. She would not only attend this school with all these boys, but she was determined to command it. She would blow them away.

“Katie Piccard, I presume?” A friendly young woman, hardly five years older than herself approached Katie. She smiled warmly, but looked somehow uncomfortable. She was probably about 5’5” heels on floor and about 130lb. She wore tall heels and a short tight skirt that matched her blouse, pulled tight at the buttons by her 34D breasts. Her hair was tied up in a bun and pulled very neatly over her brow. She wore cate-eye glasses with dark frames that set on her pointed nose in front of her deep blue eyes. Katie had never denied herself any attraction to other girls – part of defying the system – and this woman immediately struck her. But now she’d been staring for too long.
“Yes?” Katie managed, keeping a surprising amount of her posterity.

“I’m Miss Shala. I’m the Principal Master’s secretary. I’ll be showing you around today. Have you said goodbye to your family yet?”
“Yes, I have.” Katie responded. “They just left. Is that a problem?”

“No problem at all,” Miss Shala responded. “As soon as you’re ready, come right this way.” She beckoned Katie with another warm smile and a nod down the hall. She turned and started walking, again somehow awkwardly, but Katie couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly was the difference.

As Katie Followed the secretary down the hall, she pried her eyes from the bounce of the woman’s delicious hips and looked around. The other students watched her from the corners of their eyes. They were the typical spread you’d expect in a prep school. Mostly well maintained boys with a sense of direction. For the most part they were fit and cleaned. There were only a few here and there who must have come from significant money. It was well known that Kingswalk was a legacy school, but that didn’t by any means mean that they didn’t demand an outstanding resume to be accepted.

Katie pointed her head back forward. She straightened her posture and did her best to walk with conviction. She herself was 5’5” and 120lb. She was small but fierce. She wanted all the boys to notice her and to recognize her new authority. She stuck out her 32C chest. She let her long legs and strong muscles make each step on the tiled floor ring through the hallways. She made fleeting eye-contact with a few boys; her green eyes caught their attention nicely. And she tossed her wavy heavy-on-the-strawberry blonde hair over her shoulders.

“They will all worship and envy me,” she thought to herself, “And if they’re really lucky, one or two of them just might get something more.” Katie grinned to herself and almost giggled inside. The thought of having a free choice of a school full of boy toys was not unappealing to her. Then again, neither was this secretary strutting in front of her. But that’s a bit more far-fetched, she thought.

Miss Shala turned a corner and opened a heavy-looking wooden door. The door showcased a plaque reading Principal Master. Katie followed Miss Shala into the beautifully decorated office.

“Master,” Miss Shala Began, “Katie Piccard is here.”

Katie couldn’t help furl her brow for a split second. ‘Master?’ She thought to herself. She knew the school was very traditional, but that seemed a bit far.

“Excellent!” Katie heard a deep voice exclaim. A large office chair spun and a very large black man stood and walked towards Katie. He was probably in his mid fifties, but he was clearly very healthy. Katie saw how his muscles packed his frame, and standing at about 6′ 2”, he certainly commanded the respect you’d expect of a post such as “Principal Master.” “Wonderful to meet you Katie. I’m the Principal Master here at Kingswalk. You may call me Master Walk.” The Principal held out his hand.

“Pleased to meet you,” Katie responded as she placed her hand in his.

“I’m so excited to finally have you here.” Master Walk closed his hand tightly around Katie’s. “It’s been such a long saga and now the school year’s drawing close.” His hand tightened “I’m sure you’re going to be plenty busy this year. You have hard schedule in front of you.” Katie smiled, but the man didn’t let go of her hand. In fact, he closed his hand tighter. It almost hurt her. Katie winced as he continued to talk. “And with the ruffle you caused making sure you got into this school, I’d excited to see how you handle its rigors.” Katie opened her mouth slightly, but snapped it closed and forced herself to smile. His hand was beginning to show its strength and she was failing. “I hope you’re ready for what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Master Walk released Katie’s hand just as she was about to open her mouth to whimper. She had never been in this position before. But the man didn’t seem to mean anything ill by his comments; he looked truly happy to greet her. Katie straightened herself as best she could and responded.

“Oh me too sir -”

“Ah ah ah. Master, please,” Master Walk interrupted her.

Katie took her split second of being puzzled and then started over. “I am excited too, Master Walk. I’ve heard plenty of good things about this school, and I hope my coming didn’t cause too much trouble. I’d love for this to be a stepping stone to an even better reputation for you and your work here.”

Master walk threw up his hands and smiled broadly. He laughed a few breaths loud and mets Katie’s eyes. “Wow, listen to that! Shala, take note, we have quite the diplomat up and coming! She’s going to be something memorable for certain!” Miss Shala smiled and nodded in agreement. “Excellent,” Master Walker continued, “Miss Shala, here is Miss Piccard’s key. Please take her to her room so she may settle in.” He handed the secretary a beautifully intricate skeleton key on the ring of an inscribed wooden keychain. “Katie, Welcome to your new home for the next year.” He smiled once again to Katie and then sat down in his chair, turning back to his desk.