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This is the first volume of what I hope to be many about High School Head Master, Eric Mangini. In this volume Eric begins the manifestation of his dark desires by entrapping and blackmailing a student into sexual slavery and humiliation.
Revelations
Eric Mangini laid the first set of photos on the desk. Just 30 seconds earlier she had been her smug and haughty self, but immediately her demeanor shifted. Ashley Waterford felt her stomach drop and her knees buckle; she knew the implication of what was in front of her and that she had badly misjudged her situation. Eric could see the rapid loss of blood in her face as she became pale. He smiled slightly.
Three weeks earlier Eric’s life was progressing as
normal.
Eric drove the 30 minutes from the hills to the posh suburbs
of St. Julius.
“But he’s a black thug!”
Ashley let out a massive cough/laugh combination that Eric could tell was mostly induced by the hit she took. “I’m not buying him, just some drugs silly. Anyway, he’s swinging by after swimming today. He’s meeting me by my car out back. It’s going to be the best 18th birthday party ever. “
Eric quickly left the girls to their own devices and rushed back to my office. He knew this was his golden chance and he needed to prepare. He had been waiting since high school to carry out a vague plan of dominance and sexual blackmail, a sick perversion he developed and nurtured early on. He crafted his entire professional career around these desires and had finally reached the point where all of the pieces had fallen together. Eric was in finally in position to fulfill his long held sexual craving.
It wasn’t long until he realized how easy it would be. This being St. Julius, the entire school was
outfitted with security cameras- and not your low-tech deli mart cameras. HD stuff the FBI wishes they could
afford. It was easy to wait for the deal
to go down and to get it on tape. But of
course, that was never going to be enough.
Ashley’s father was one of the most prominent and egomaniacal criminal
defense lawyers in
It didn’t take long. A $2500 investment in a private investigator was worth every penny. Mr. Mangini had him follow Ashley’s dealer-friend (Anfernee) around for a week- selling drugs, having sex with underage teens and the like. After a couple of weeks Eric confronted Ashley’s guy with the photos, but told him he’d gladly look the other way if he helped him out with a plan. Eric knew it was a win-win and soon the two were fast friends.
Anfernee and Eric wound up hanging out at Emerald drinking Makers and smoking great weed. Eric thought he was already getting good stuff but Anfernee had serious bud. As they spoke, Anfernee told Eric that Ashley’s dad charged him a fortune and was more concerned about his own reputation than the well being of his daughter. Of course, Mr. Waterford had become a customer of Anfernee’s by trial’s end. Mr. W was divorced and clearly wrapped up in his own world. He simply wanted his daughter to have the best and let her do as she wished. They were rich and the more she did her own thing anyway, the easier it was for him to live the bachelor life he felt he deserved.
“The one thing he did say to me though” Anfernee said “ was he wouldn’t tolerate bad p.r. That was his biggest fear. He made me promise to never sell Ashley any drugs. He didn’t want her to get messed up in anything that would make him look bad.”
“That’s great. This
is gonna be too easy.” Eric got up to
pay. After all, it was
Thinking about Ashley on the ride home left Mangini swollen and in need of release. Ashley wasn’t the prettiest girl in the school for certain. However, at 5’6, 120 ponds, she was lovely. He figured her chest was in the 34b range and looked forward to confirming that assumption soon. Her face was adorable. She had cute, pert lips, hazel eyes and a lovely honey brown head of hair that came straight down to her shoulders. Hair that was all the more fetching when she wore it pulled back in a ponytail. Physically she was super cute but her haughty personality and overbearing arrogance (the apple never falls far from the tree) were in need of a makeover and Eric was excited at the prospect of being the one to do it. By the time he pulled into the garage it was all he could do to get to bed and jerk off thinking about owning the snotty little princess.
Anfernee had Ashley meet him at the mall that was a block down the road from school Saturday at dusk. He told her he didn’t trust the school as a meeting place. Ashley retorted, “Those cameras don’t work in that parking lot. Mr. Mangini is just trying to make parents feel safe. He’s a fucking tool of the board anyway. He might be the Head Master but he’s still a piss on. I’ll have more money than him when I turn 21 than he’ll ever make.” “Well I ain’t taking that risk. If you want me to hook you up meet me at Section D in the parking garage at Oak Tree Commons. We’ll drive around the burbs and share a spliff.”
“Fine” Ashley spat.
She didn’t like answering to people, not least a former gang-banger from
Ashley swung her new VW bug (an early birthday present) around the parking lot until she spotted Anfernee’s black Escalade. She pulled in the spot next to his hoping for a quick exchange of money and drugs through two open car windows.
Anfernee rolled down his window. “Yo girl hop
in. We ain’t gonna do this shit right
here.” Ashley sighed and rolled her
eyes. She knew he’d draw the deal
out. Of course, she knew that she
encouraged it as well with her tight fitting t-shirt and the short jean skirt
she was wearing. Ashley got in the
Escalade and within minutes they were driving around smoking a joint making
small talk about movies, tv, and the zip of coke and the thirty Es she was
buying (“There’s a lot of us going to Coachella. Daddy paid for a limo and hotel rooms for us
in
Soon, the thud of the rap music in the car was making her nauseous. She was as high as she’d ever been off a joint, no doubt. But something else was going on. It was the strongest weed of her life. She was disoriented- almost as if she wasn’t mentally within her body. Which was a whole other matter. She realized her body felt numb but also highly sensitive at the same time.
“We’re here”. Anfernee had stopped the car. They had pulled into an apartment complex alley and into a garage. She didn’t remember getting there.
“I gotta get you your drugs girl. C’mon I thought you had to go. Why you movin’ so slow”.
The entire car conversation was archived from the microphone on Anfernee’s RocaWear hat to the iPod in his jacket getting every incriminating word. The video camera hidden in the passenger side mirror captured the scene for posterity. Of course, that little piece was just extra insurance; the appetizer before the planned main course.
Ashley tried to play it cool. She dazedly opened the car, climbed out and followed Anfernee up the stairs and collapsed onto the couch in the living room. Anfernee sidled up next to her and within minutes had his tongue in her ear and his hands under her Paul Frank Julius shirt.
“That weed was dusted. It feels good don’t it girl” Anfernee was a master. The apartment was wired with cameras, mics and wi-fi for immediate data capture and real time viewing at home for Eric. There would be plenty of time to edit this film later, Eric thought as he sat, eyes glued to the TV, dick in hand, waiting for the show to really get good.
Ashley was a picture of loveliness on the couch. Her lips were slightly parted in and her head was back, brown hair draping over the right side of her head as Anfernee seduced her with aid of the dusted joint. Ashley clearly couldn’t control what was going on.
It wasn’t long before Anfernee had Ashley’s shirt and bra hiked under her chin, pert 34bs (I was right!) out and her Miss Sixty jean skirt on the floor. He pulled the waist of her pink panty to the side and played with her clit for a bit. He slid first one, than two fingers into her sopping cunt, slowly finger-fucking her, flicking her clit with his thumb, and alternating his lips on nipples, neck and ears. Ashley was overwhelmed; she didn’t want to be involved with Anfernee but everything felt so distant and disjointed while at the same time the feeling building in her “special spot” (as her mom had taught her to call it long ago) was undeniable. Every kiss on the nipples and neck produced electric shivers up and down her perspiring body. This was better than any of the times she had let any of her boyfriends hook up with her. Anfernee seemed to know exactly what to do and soon Ashley became conscious only of the impending orgasm building up in her crotch and the rapid breathing and high pitch sounds she was involuntarily producing.
It took Ashley 6 minutes to come harder than she had ever before. The drugs and the contempt turned sexual attraction she felt for big, black Anfernee combined hit her hard. But as fast and hard as the orgasm came, the wave of guilt, shame, and revulsion hit her harder. It wouldn’t be the last time by a long shot. She had no idea this was just the beginning.
Anfernee had quickly taken off his pants to reveal a sturdy 7” cock. Uncircumcised. He grabbed her by the cheeks and lifted her face up to its tip and menacingly laughed at her. “You didn’t think a nigger drug dealer like me could get you off you rich white bitch. Now it’s your turn to get me off. When was the last time you had a dick in your mouth?”
Ashley immediately started sobbing and sputtering. “I’ve only given head 12 times. Two weeks ago was the last time. “ “Two weeks? 12 times? Bitch you 18 now and your boy barely getting any? That’s weak shit. Well, this shit’s gonna be number 13. I’m gonna teach you how to suck a dick proper. Now get off the couch and onto the floor, on your knees like the dog you are.”
Ashley’s panties were pulled halfway down between her thighs, just under her ass. It was unbearably sexy to see her perfect tight ass displayed like that as she rested on all fours. Better than if she was naked- it was dirty. Her brown hair fell behind her head and the camera positioned on the opposite side of the room could see she was sobbing. Eric knew he’d edit that out for later for sure. But he was enjoying it now.
Ashley rested on both knees as Anfernee walked up to her putting his erect cock lightly next to her tear-streaked cheek. “Put your hands behind your back bitch. Now open and suck.” Eric had told Anfernee to only get a blowjob from the girl and not to be too rough with her. He wanted to be the only one to have her; at least for a little while.
After a few minutes of awkwardly sucking Anfernee, he roughly popped out of her mouth. “Bitch you can’t suck a dick. I should call one of the sistah’s to come over and teach you how.” Anfernee laughed as he saw Ashley’s eyes go wide with fear with the thought of another person joining them. He picked up a remote, turned on the tv, grabbed Ashley by the hair and yanked her up to sit on the couch. “Watch this, bitch”
Ashley looked unbearably sexy still in the bra and shirt pulled above her tits and the panties half pulled down her legs. She watched, riveted as some obviously very young black girl was worshipping (there was no other explanation for it) what was obviously Anfernee’s hideous, uncircumcised monster. The girl (she couldn’t have been more than fifteen) kissed and licked it from the tip to the base while always cupping and jiggling the balls. After a few minutes of this treatment she took the head into her mouth, bobbing up and down while occasionally flickering her tongue around the head.
Ashley had seemingly forgotten about everything and was glued to the tv. Anfernee sat next to her and subtly took her hand and put it on his cock. He put his hand over hers and directed her into giving a handjob while she watched the tv.
Soon, the on-screen girl was bobbing up and down on the thick, black cock, making gagging and slurping noises that got louder with each passing minute. On-screen Anfernee was saying “Go chicken head. You can pump that pussy now.” Anfernee’s on-screen partner began furiously rubbing her black pussy (Ashley had never seen another spread pussy, let alone a naked black girl) while rapidly bobbing on Anfernee’s cock. In no time, on screen Anfernee said “It’s time to take it, bitch”. He pulled up to her open mouth and shot a massive wad of cum all over the girl’s face. As it dripped down to the girl’s neck and breasts, Ashley understood for the first time what a “pearl necklace” referred to on that Sex in the City episode she had recently seen on TBS.
Anfernee’s on-screen girl began licking all the sperm with one hand while furiously rubbing her clit with the other. Soon, the girl was moaning in orgasm and cleaning the remaining slime off Anfernee’s cock with her mouth and tongue. Suddenly, the TV went off and Ashley was yanked back to earth from her thoughts as Anfernee began to push her head into his lap. “Now do exactly what the girl in the video did for me and maybe I won’t have to share you with my brotha friends later tonight.”
Ashley was too scared at the prospect to resist. Soon she was licking and sucking just as she had seen it done on the screen. She knew that she looked like a whore. Every time she gagged or slurped it made her want to vomit. She certainly felt used and degraded. However, she realized she was also turned on as Anfernee had imperceptibly guided her one free manicured hand to her sopping pussy. The only difference between the ending on screen and the live action in Anfernee’s crib was that Ashley actually came before Anfernee came all over her.
Anfernee made her lick clean his balls and cock and after making her drink some mouthwash and towel off his semen, made her make out with him for a good ten minutes. Eric planned to edit that later to look as if it was the start of their little session. The kissing and gentle over the shirt and bra breast rubbing Anfernee ended with would make for a convincing consensual start to the whole affair.
Anfernee and Ashley silently got dressed. The drugs and the orgasms had subsided and
she was in a confused and unstable frame of mind as Anfernee drove them back to
her car. It had seemed like they were
gone for hours but in fact his dashboard clock had read
Anfernee pulled up next to Ashley’s car and told her to get out and never say shit about tonight. “What about my drugs?” asked Ashley. Anfernee laughed. “That shit is bad for a girl like you Ashley. Besides, I promised your Daddy I wouldn’t sell you any. Of course, we didn’t talk about you sucking down my cock and cum. He probably ok wit dat anyway since it’s wit someone he knows, hahahahaha.” Ashley, burst into tears and jumped out of the car. Her new VW quickly peeled out of the mall garage as she went straight home for a long, cleansing shower.
Anfernee picked up the phone and dialed Mangini immediately. “How was that E-Boy? We all square?” “God damn Anfernee, I’m glad I didn’t let you fuck her- she almost died when she saw that uncircumcised hose of horror!” “Well, have fun and good luck. You better call me and let me have another crack at her.” Eric laughed. “It will be my pleasure for young Ashley to serve you. I think she’ll be available for quite some time. I’ll call you in a few weeks”. Anfernee gave a peace out and, Eric. dick in hand, immediately set to editing the evening’s action.
As Ashley feebly looked at Mr. Mangini from across the desk it was evident she had switched from superior to supplicant in a matter of moments. It was if Eric had run across the room and kicked her in the stomach. The tears began to well up as it became clear she was in deep trouble and at his mercy. The pictures showed her doing drugs and sucking the cock of a thuggish black man. There were at least 50 pictures but she only needed to see a couple before melting down.
“Please Mr. Mangini. I don’t know how you got those but I was drugged and raped. You can’t let those get out! My dad will turn his back on me and I will lose everything I have” she pathetically sobbed. Eric walked around the desk and gave her a box of tissues. “Now, now Ashley, this sure doesn’t look like rape to me”. He turned on the tv monitor that was in his office, behind Ashley, and twirled her seat around. Ashley watched the edited version of the tape, where it looked like Ashley seduced Anfernee into giving her free drugs for a blowjob, in abject horror. Ashley could tell she had been duped and made to look like a two-bit whore- one who even masturbated while giving a blowjob. She was humiliated, scared and defeated.
The tape finished and Eric sat and watched Ashley sob for 10 minutes. Finally, she seemed to calm down. When her panting had stopped she looked up at, red-eyed and pleading. “Please have some mercy on me Mr. Mangini”. Eric got up and slapped her tartly across the face, “From now on, when you are with me alone you will refer to me as Sir or Master. In public, you may continue to call me Mr. Mangini, unless I tell you otherwise. As for mercy, you’ll need to earn mercy. The facts are, in the briefest of terms, this: I own you now. You will do exactly as I ask of you for as long as I wish. Your desires, thoughts, wants and needs are no longer a concern to myself or to you, You exist to please me from now on. I will be using you as I see fit. If you obey you will be rewarded. If you do not, you will be punished. If successive punishments do not persuade you to behave and obey, I will release this tape to the world and your precious life will be over. However, if you please me I’m certain you could earn your release before you go away to college”.
Ashley looked stunned. She immediately grasped that she had no choice. She was scared what was in store for her. She had always been her superior self when dealing with Mr. Mangini. Now he owned her.
Eric walked around to his desk and sat down. “Stand up Ashley” he commanded. “Put your hands by your side.”. Ashley stood up and trembled as Eric devoured her body with his eyes. He took out a minicam from one of his desk drawers and started filming. Ashley was a vision of loveliness. She was in a starched white blouse buttoned almost to the top. Clearly visible underneath was a lacy pink bra (she must have driven the Seniors wild all day, Eric thought) and a sexy pair of three-quarter length pants on with a pair of white, low top Converse. The pants showed off her tight little ass and the blouse made her small breasts seem irresistibly alluring. She was wearing just a touch of pink lipstick and some sparkly blue eye shadow.
“Now I’m going to ask you some very personal questions. We will be finding out, over time, the true answers to these questions. For now, I expect you to tell the absolute truth. If you lie now your punishment will be twice as severe as when I catch you later. Do you understand?” Ashley nodded her head yes. “Ashley, how do you address me? I thought you were a good student? Can you not follow simple instructions without the need for correction? You WILL answer me when I speak to you. Not nod your head. Now I asked you, do you understand”?
Tears welled up in Ashley’s eyes as she quietly said, “Yes, Sir, I understand”
Eric proceeded to ask Ashley a series of intimate questions designed to learn more about her, to make her fearful of what was to come, and to degrade and humiliate her.
Eric: How old were when you first had sex?
Ashley: 17
Eric: Just last year. How many times have you had intercourse?
Ashley: 11
Eric: Only 11 times in almost a year? You are wasting your talents and not listening to your own slutty desires, dear Ashley. Were you telling Anfernee the truth, was he the 13 time you sucked cock?
Ashley: (stammering) y-y-yes
Eric: When was the first time you kissed a girl.
Ashley: Never, that’s disgusting.
I was glad to see a little of Ashley’s bitchy self come to life
Eric: Do you masturbate?
Ashley: Only a few times
Eric: Why?
Ashley: It’s embarrassing and gross.
Eric: Have you ever had anal sex or anything in your ass?
Ashley: N-n-n-no
Eric: You will….Now Ashley I want you to unbutton your blouse and leave it open in the front.
Ashley started to shake and her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the blouse. Mangini produced a Polaroid camera and began taking photos of her. “Take off the blouse and the bra now Ashley.” Ashley looked at him for a moment before, lower lip trembling, she shook off the shirt and unclasped the bra. For a moment the straps hung over the shoulders as she covered the front cups in a last bid for modesty. Eric gave her a nod in between snapshots and she let the bra drop to the floor.
“Small but delightfully perky boobies, Ms. Waterford. I bet they’d look great after some tattoos, don’t you think?” She was about to respond when he stepped up to her to suck a tit into his mouth. He playfully bit a nipple and stepped back. Ashley was flush from the mortification and discomfort of her situation. He’d let that feeling linger.
Slowly Eric went through the entire undressing process, taking pictures at all stages and from a variety of angles. After 20 minutes she was fully undressed, on all fours in the middle of his office. He glanced at the clock and realized they only had 15 minutes until the next period. Eric put the camera down on the desk next to the sixty Polaroids he had just taken. He walked up to Ashley, grabbing a handful of brown pubic hair with his left hand (giving it a gentle tug) and cupping a breast with the other.
“I’ll be shaving this soon for you” he whispered into her ear, words and delivery eliciting the shudder from her he was aiming for. He pinched the nipple of her left breast and worked his tongue over her neck and chest. Young girls can’t resist the sensation- it involuntarily juices them for action. He circled her clit with a finger a few times before stepping back from her flushed body.
“Only five minutes before class, Ashley, so I’ll be brief”. Ashley gave a hopeful look at the thought of her ordeal ending for the day; in fact she began reaching for her clothes. “Whoa, not so fast little lady. You don’t put on clothes until I want to see you in clothes. Today is your first training day so I’ll let it slide. But you best learn to obey quickly or you’ll soon regret it. Now as I was about to say, we are going to play the first of many fun and interesting games.
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