"Ah man…when they hell is Dawnings getting back?" a male called, sitting at the window sill of the classroom, watching students slowly file in. He had short blonde hair, tied into a pony tail behind his head. He wore a blue dress suit, a beige diagonally striped tie sitting at his neck. "I mean seriously. Three days straight? Even I don't skip that consistently."
"Sven you shouldn't skip in general just because you're a senior. You still have to keep your gpa high so you can graduate with a smooth exit." Another male, seated in a chair next to the blonde advised to him. He wore glasses, and had long black hair that stretched down his back. "Don't you think you would want to end your school years strong?"
"Daemon, you have that nostalgic ideology that literally every freshman has until their sophomore year," a third male called, standing cross armed against the wall adjacent to the two. His hair was slicked back, spiked slightly with a single strand loose in front of his face. "You gotta learn that doing that will burn you out real fast. Eventually you won't give a damn and skip every class except the one where the guy never shows up. Sounds familiar though."
"Hey, Vann. Chode. Suck one bro." Sven shot back, knowing the male was pressing fun to his frequent activities. The three laughed briefly before the door to the classroom abruptly opened. Everyone's eyes watched as a single woman, attired in business professional clothing with her hair tied into a bun and a yard stick in hand. She made a rather detailed scan of the room, meeting the eyes of every student within at least once, and sending shivers down the spine of most. She stopped in the middle of the chalk board, picking up a fresh looking piece before writing onto the slate. The name 'Fiora Laurent' present as she placed the piece back down. Turning to the class she let out a sigh before forcing a smile to her face.
"Good afternoon class. As you may or may not know, my name is Fiora Laurent, Headmistress of Lightshield University. Your former homeroom teacher, Mr. Caleb J. Dawnings, has fallen ill and will be unable to attend classes for the remainder of the semester. As of today I shall be your new homeroom teacher. I expect this class to show the punctuation and tact that brought you all to this level of education." Fiora stated, standing at the pedestal within the classroom composed of numerous people. All of which were attired accordingly to the dress code she herself implemented and enforced within the school. "With that I leave you to your devices until the first bell."
With that conclusion, she moved from the pedestal and to the desk at the left corner of the room, shuffling through papers stacked neatly on top. The twenty plus students within the room conversed idly amongst one another once more.
"Well damn…Dawnings is gone isn't he?" Sven sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "And got replaced by the literal hottest and meanest person within the place. I don't know if I should feel grateful or ripped off."
"You're one to talk." Vaan spoke up, uncrossing his arms from his chest and groaning. "I have to deal with her all day now. It wasn't bad enough that I was just some lackey for her while she was in her office after school."
"Come on, Vaan. It can't be that bad to work with Ms. Laurent," Daemon added. "You get to be with her more than anyone else in the school."
"Yeah, but when she gets pissy because you misfiled or because you left out a pack of sugar to her damn near hourly cup of coffee, you will understand how painful it is to be around her."
"Lay off the kid, Vaan. You know he has the hots for teacher." Sven joked, earning a blush from the freshman. He looked over to the currently preoccupied woman behind the desk, a lecherous grin stretching on his face. "And I can see why. She has the best bod of any of the chicks in the university. Plus she's a noble, so she is probably stacked with cash too. Just give me five minutes with her alone…"
"I wouldn't talk like that about her, Sven. She has a bit of a-" Vann's eyes went wide looking forward as his words cut from his mouth. Sven cocked an eyebrow to his expression before looking to where he was looking. What he hadn't expected to see was the woman in question standing over him with her grip firmly place to her yard stick, a deathly glare with a serious expression meeting his gaze.
"So…Five minutes alone…to do what if I may ask young man?" she said, her tone leveled. "Please, I would like to hear what your intention is to being in solitude with me."
Sven sweat dropped, now fully aware of the painful predicament he was placed in. he swallowed hard in fear, stepping back. "I…uhh…I meant…"
"If you do not have the courtesy to explain your position in front of your peers, or to your teacher as per order, you can do so in the solitude you wish from me…in the week of after school detention." She said plainly.
"W-wait! You can't be serious Ms. Laurent! I can't-"
A powerful smack of her yard stick on Daemon's desk made everyone in the room jump, effectively cutting off the male's argument from escaping him.
"I can't what? Issue discipline to one of the more delinquent students of the class I am to be teaching? Tell me more of what I can and can't do, because from what I am hearing I can't give you two more weeks of detention as I did just now for your argument." Fiora shot back. Sven's eyes went wide. He went to argue once more, but one fierce glare from the woman silenced his words completely.
After a moment of silence, Fiora smirked. "You learn your place quickly. That will benefit you greatly from this point onward. Now take your seat appropriately instead of on the window sill and we can begin the lesson." She said before turning heel and walking towards the front of the classroom. After a few steps, Sven growled silently.
"Pompous bitch…" he mumbled lowly, almost inaudible as a breath of air. Fiora stopped in her step almost in response to the male's insult. With a graceful twist, she sent a smile to him.
"Would you care to step in front of the class? I wish to begin my lesson with a demonstration." Fiora called. Sven cocked an eyebrow at the woman, but stood anyway to avoid her wrath. She couldn't have heard…?
The two of them stood in the front of the class facing towards the students. Fiora made a smirk before looking towards him. In the fastest swipe of her arm, Sven felt his shirt and pants quickly unfasten, the trousers falling to the floor and exposing his bare legs and boxer shorts while his dress outfit fell open and exposing his upper body. He quickly reached down and grabbed his pants, hearing the roar of laughter from his classmates at his predicament. Daemon and Vann merely turned away from watching his humiliation.
"Students." Fiora called, silencing the entire class with a swipe of the yard stick. "What we have here is a rather self-fulfilled man whom believes himself deserving of whatever he chooses. If I am correct he has skipped class frequently, and as such this is his punishment. Let this be a lesson to you all not to follow his ideology of conceit." She turned to Sven with a triumphant smirk. "And that this 'pompous bitch' as you call it, is not afraid to make you a fool of yourself. Now collect your apparel and take your seat."
Sven clenched his teeth, growling hard as he glared daggers to the woman. He merely picked up his pants and walked to his desk, fastening the button and his buckle as he adjusted himself.
This bitch...I don't care who she thinks she is. She will learn not to mess with me!
"Sven, to be fair you kind of deserved it for how you treated her." Daemon said, sitting at the lunch table across a fuming blond male.
"Yeah. It was one thing to talk shit like she was just eye candy, but to call her a bitch? Even I don't want to tread those waters." Vann added, biting into his sandwich. Sven growled lowly at the two.
"Fuck her. She messed with the wrong person today. I don't give a rat's ass what she thinks she is." Sven argued. Daemon picked up his juice box and took a sip, before sighing.
"So what do you plan to do about it? It's not like one guy can do something to the headmistress of LSU. Not even the teachers joke with her." He stated.
"That's true. That's why I won't be alone in taking her down a few pegs, guys." Sven smirked, staring at his associates. The two looked to him, and immediately picked up on his implication. Vann was the first to respond by rewrapping his sandwich and standing from his seat.
"Nope." He said plainly. Sven jumped from his seat, slamming his hands down.
"Why not!?"
"I am not going to involve myself in a deranged scheme to attack the headmistress because you didn't like being punished for talking shit." Vann affirmed.
"Are you scared of her or something?!" Sven argued.
"I have no reason to fear her, but I am not going to follow along as if she deserves something she doesn't." Vann retorted
"And you're just gonna play lap dog to that bitch the entire semester?! You said it yourself, you hate dealing with her!"
"True. But I chose the job willingly, and I am obligated to uphold the job I am given. Regardless to how much it sucks. Besides, if we get caught, we get at minimum suspended. Knowing how harsh she can get, that will be after we beg on our hands and knees not to be expelled completely and if we are lucky."
"So what you're saying is, if we don't get caught you will do it?" Sven said. Vann looked to him incredulously for a moment. He sighed heavily before sitting back down.
"Even if I was to join, which I won't, what is your master plan to usurp her?"
"Simple. We get some dirt on her and blackmail it so that she runs by our order."
"You can't be serious!" Daemon interjected. "Just because you two don't like the way she acts to you doesn't mean you need to do something outlandish as blackmailing her!"
"Daemon, take the stick out your ass for thirty seconds and think on it. That woman has nothing credible towards her position besides probably being daddy's favorite girl. If anything, she probably got her job by blowing a few higher ups and getting dirt on the last headmaster. With how she looks, I wouldn't be surprised." Sven explained.
"That doesn't mean anything! She is still the headmistress and I refuse to let you two defile what she stands for."
"What, the body pillow with the crusted up sock attached in your shine of her?" Vann joked.
"Fuck you Vann. What you two are planning is wrong, and I won't be part of it, for any reason whatsoever."
"What if we made her replace that body pillow?"
Daemon widened his eyes, looking away from the two. "Yeah, if we got some actual stuff on her, we could blackmail a free ride through this place. Hell, we could keep her as a little 'friend'. All it takes is for us to catch her in an act that she would feel ashamed to have the school find out." Sven explained.
"Good luck with that." Vann cut him off.
"What?"
"Remember how I said I wouldn't get involved? It's because literally anything you plan against her, I have already seen her overcome with like fifteen other people, most of them the older teachers here. One time they pressed that she was fucking a student in the bathroom after school as a reward for good grades and worshipping her. She found said kid they targeted and got him to confess it was a lie. That guy got fired that day." Vann explained.
"Well there has to be something wrong with her! No one is perfect." Sven argued.
"She's on her way to becoming the exception, Sven. And no one is going to believe word of mouth of three students. If we even start a small rumor with her name mentioned she will hunt us down faster than you can say holy fuck."
"So then what do you suggest we do, Einstein? It's not like I have access to her at all times of the day…" Sven trailed off, staring blankly at sophomore. Then a wide smile stretched on his face. "…but you do."
"Excuse me?" Vann looked to him with an eyebrow raised.
"You said she has you working under her as an assistant after school right?"
"Yeah? What of it?"
"You also said that she is always asking for coffee, almost hourly correct?"
"That was a bit of an exaggeration, but yeah. She does have me fetching her some coffee from time to time."
"You're a chemistry major correct?"
Vann squinted his eyes in confusion for a second before widening them fully, stretching a smile across his face. "I am a chemistry major…with access to the labs throughout the days and with a back hand dealer…"
"So you know what to do correct?"
"Generally. But what is your plan after I get that far, if I get that far?"
"This is what I picture," Sven began in hushed tones. "You set up a tasteless, odorless drug that knocks her out cold for about ten, fifteen minutes tops. When she's out, you bring the two of us in and we take a few…distasteful photos of her. Once she comes to, in which Daemon will have her tied up, we will drop the facts on her and get her to submit. After that we become the kings of LSU, with the headmistress at our feet!"
Vann placed a hand to his chin, his smile becoming devilish. "She does have me working until nine tomorrow night filing papers while she grades our recent test. And after six it will only be us two in the headmistress's hall."
"You two are joking right?" Daemon spoke up, earning the gazes of the two planning males. "There is no way this is gonna work! More so there is no way that even after this goes down that she won't obliterate us! I'll be lucky to just get expelled! This is literally criminal charges that they can press!"
"Daemon. We are literally about to make it so that regardless to what occurs after the fact, we are in the clear. Stop being a bitch." Vann argued.
"No. He has a point." Sven cut off. "We can get criminal charges for this. We can get expelled for this. There is a lot of risk to this whole thing that you see clearly."
"Then don't do it!"
"But you also see the reward correct?"
Daemon's eyes widened. "Think about it, Daemon. That hot woman with the whole school under her supervision and potentially a fortune behind her under you because she can't turn you away. We all know you have a crush for the headmistress, and I for one, know that anyone with a crush is down to fuck at any moment so long as they're there. If you get this, the woman you have been gawking at like a schoolgirl will be under our thumb, ready to please or sate whatever desire we have." Sven leaned in with a devilish smirk. "If you help us with this, we can do anything with her."
Daemon glared at the two, both of which stared back expectantly. After a long silence between the three, Daemon sat down and grabbed the yogurt cup and spoon in hand. "If we get caught, you two take full blame." He answered plainly.
The two looked to him with smiles. "Atta boy, Daemon! Now the only way we can get this going is after you create the drug and set up the time that we should sneak into the headmistress halls. After that we will wait in a room until you get us saying that the coast is clear and we can proceed." Sven said to Vann.
"Got it. I just texted my supplier on this. He said he has a few ingredients he can toss my way, but it'll cost a lot." Vann said as he put his smartphone into his pocket.
"How much?"
"With him, it's normally a week's worth of pay from me. But I figure if I can get him convinced to the cause with a handsome incentive at the end, he will hand it off as an IOU."
"Sweet. When can you get them and when can you make the drug?"
"It'll have to be tonight after classes shut down. I can get them and get to the chemist labs to make it, pitching it as a project for a professor to anyone who asks."
"Good. Daemon, I need you to get about four feet of hemp rope from the store at some point. It may be three on one with this woman, but she's a problem if she gets that yard stick she carries around. After we take the photos we tie her up nice and tight so she can't break free. We pitch her the rules of the game, maybe get a taste of the 'merchandise', and leave. I also need you to set up some code that immediately posts the photos to every social media application should she try to fight back or she catches one of us." Daemon nodded.
"That isn't too hard to code. But I can't post it through my name otherwise it's gonna look bad."
"We can use Dawnings name. He let me use his when I broke my phone a few months back so I can contact my family."
"How do you know his information?"
"Because I copied his password and username with my 'broken' phone." Vann smirked, raising his phone to show the teacher webpage. "For a guy who seems all about the books, he has some shady shit being thrown around on his posts. If anything, we can use this as a counter measure in case she tries to bring up information. We'll say it was his idea, since he was part of the group that tried and failed to bring her down."
"See, I can roll with you two. You know the plan before I can even finish it!" Sven cheered silently. The bell for the next series of classes rang out, signaling the end of lunch. "We will meet up tonight when you send the text saying you're finished. Daemon, have the rope and code ready by then."
"Yeah, yeah. I can get it done before school is out. Just don't get into any more trouble with her, and don't create suspicion between us." He replied.
"Alright. Let's head to that bitch's class before she catches her period for us being late." Sven said, standing up with his tray. The two followed his actions with theirs, and after dropping the trash away and putting up the lunch trays, they walked back to class.
Just you wait…you're gonna get what's coming to you for sure. Sven thought.
"From that point we can assume that x is the equivalent to z through steps four, five and six." Fiora scratched into the chalkboard, textbook held into her spare hand as she wrote. "With that we can deduce-"
Her next words were interrupted with the sound of the bell. The students hastily grabbed their things from the tables and stood to leave. "Be sure to look over chapter three and four, and complete the assignments!" She finished before closing her textbook and moving to the desk. "Mr. Sven, do not assume I have forgotten your detention. You will stay behind for three hours today and finish the assignment. When you complete that, you will complete the next three assignments before the time is up."
Sven growled, as a few of the classmates silently laughed at his misfortune. He looked to Vann and Daemon, both sending sympathetic looks to him before walking out the classroom. Don't worry about me guys. Just handle what you have to so we can get this bitch.
"Yes ma'am…" he mumbled, before seating himself once more.
"Ah, ah. You will sit up front." Fiora ordered. Sven sent an angry glare to the headmistress, before standing reluctantly and walking to the front with his bag, feeling the humored and sympathetic gazes of the class. "Good boy. Maybe in good behavior and diligent obedience you can be released of your punishment a few days early."
Give me a few hours and I may leave you in one piece…! Sven said. After the students filed out the room, Fiora shut the door behind them, walking past the male.
"You seem overly confident in yourself, even as a senior." She began, running her yard stick onto his desk. "To not only demean me into your perverse ideas in front of your little group of friends, but to insult me directly. That little demonstration was to show you the consequence of trifling with me in any matter other than with respect."
Sven was silent. Only looking down into his textbook as he was instructed. Fiora frowned, before slamming the stick onto the surface to draw his attention. "And any demeaning activity or intent from you or anyone with the gall strong enough to decide to follow your poor example shall be dealt with in equal manner. Of course, you could apologize for your snark and disrespect, and I might show some favor."
Sven looked back to his book, angry that he had to play the woman's game of dominance. "I am sorry." He said plainly.
"Sorry? To whom and for what? There are hundreds of things in this world to be apologetic for and towards many people. You will have to elaborate your apology." She smirked.
Sven glared at her, utter malice and disdain written in his eyes. "I am sorry, Ms. Laurent, for my snark and disrespect." He gritted out through clenched teeth. She merely smiled at him.
"Then you are willing to prove it by writing it down on the board fifty times after you finish your assignments." She finished, earning a furious and surprised gaze from Sven. "But in exchange for your compliance, and success, I will remove one day off your detention sentence."
Sven remained silent, looking back to his book. I cannot wait to wipe that smug look off your face. He thought, a triumphant grin stretching on his features. Soon.
It was six o'clock in the evening. Fiora idly scanning her nails with her thoughts elsewhere as she remained within the room to observe Sven as he wrote his forty third apology sentence on the board. She cleared her throat and stood from her seat, garnering the males attention.
"It would seem your detention for today is complete. And you managed to only write your apology forty three times, it seems. Shame. I suppose you were not as dedicated to removing the day of detention from your entry." She stated. "Regardless, you are free to leave. I expect you to remain here tomorrow as well for your sentence."
"Yes, Ms. Laurent." Sven replied, a low growl cutting through his voice. Fiora frowned again, but shifted to a smile.
"You remain diligent in your defiance. Admirable. Show that level towards your behavior and your studies and it will be your success." She shot back. "Dismiss yourself from the premises."
Sven gathered his things in silence before leaving the room. Almost on cue, his phone vibrated within his pocket, and upon inspecting the received text message, his scowl of hatred turned into a triumphant grin.
'Finished setting up the code. Vann completed the drug. Ready to move forward.' –Daemon
"Let the games begin." Sven mumbled lowly, burying his phone back into his pocket and proceeding down the hallway.
The three students met up the next morning in the home class as instructed by Sven the day prior via text. After sliding silently into the back where their seats normally were, they made a silent scan to verify no one, especially not the headmistress, would listen to their conversation.
"You guys brought the gear?" Sven whispered, leaning in close to check when they reached into their backpacks. Daemon raised a few loops of hemp rope from the bottom of his bag first.
"Had to snag this from my building. We can only do this once, since they will need the rope tomorrow to set up the event for the weekend." He whispered, before stuffing the ropes back into his pack. He pulled out his phone and showed the two an application. "This app, when opened, links itself to ten different websites of which photos are posted for anyone and everyone to see. Press the button in the center, and all of LSU and Demacia will see whatever you post within seconds. Plus I have it set so we get feedback from whoever likes or saves the photo."
Sven grinned maliciously before landing a playful punch to the freshman's shoulder. "On point with it, Daemon! I love it. Now, Vann. Talk to me bud." He called. Vann mirrored his smirk before pulling out a small vial of clear fluid.
"Odorless. Tasteless. Colorless. Flavorless. Potent. This stuff looks like plain water, but when consumed by the exact dosage will put a person to sleep for upwards of half an hour. All we need is two drops and they're out cold within ten minutes." Vann explained.
"That is what I like to hear. Progress. You said you are working with her today right?"
"Until around eight thirty. But that leaves us with two hours after you finished detention to work our magic. Any idea on how exactly to go about it?"
"Here's how it works. After I bail out of detention today, cause fuck her, she's likely going to go back to her office and do whatever work she has to with you. Around say six or seven, I expect her to request a cup of coffee from you, to which you send a text to us two to get ready. We will be at the hall's entrance in ten, to which gives us plenty of time for the drug to work it's magic. We head in, telling anyone whom asks that she wanted to speak with me and Daemon about something and sent you to fetch us. Once you confirm she is out cold, we head inside and do what we need to." Sven explained. "Daemon, get her arms wrapped up as tight as possible, before getting to her ankles. Vann, you lock the doors to the secretary's office and her office."
"What will you do?" Daemon asked. Sven smiled mischievously.
"I will get her ready with this…" he replied, pulling a half empty bottle of bourbon from his backpack. "All she needs is some ruffled hair, a smear of this on her lips and her chest exposed with this nearby, and the photo will be golden."
Vann mimicked his smile, nodding approvingly. Daemon looked away with a guilty expression. "I don't know guys. I realize she isn't the best person in the world, but do we seriously have to do all this?"
"Daemon, answer me honestly." Sven spoke, "If I gave you the option to fuck the headmistress' brains out and serve her to you as your slave, would you accept it?" Daemon blushed hard, his mind already giving his answer of an enthusiastic yes. "Because doing all this is what we're aiming for too. I don't like her, granted, but that don't mean dick towards her body. I am almost certain anyone she hasn't paid out for her job was fucked until they gave approval. Who know? Maybe she is out now blowing one of the teachers for supporting her."
Daemon looked down, lost in thought. For some odd reason…I can't fault him for believing that. Some part of me thinks the same, considering Dawnings was a significantly better teacher, both in instruction and personality.
"Daemon if you want to back out now, just hand over the rope and the app and we will do it." Vann mentioned. "But this is your one and only chance to get the girl you have had wet dreams for since orientation."
After a pregnant pause, Daemon's eyes steeled themselves as he looked to his associates. "I'm in."
The two of them smiled. "Nice. Now let's knock this bitch down a notch." Sven concluded, just in time to hear the bell ring out and the familiar clack of heels on the tile floor from Fiora walking into the class.
"Good morning class. I hope you all are prepared and suited from last night's studying and assignment, because today I am issuing a pop quiz on all the information." She called, receiving frustrated calls from the class. She responded in turn with the slap of her yard stick on the desk she stood behind. "Maybe I should issue it as a mandatory test? That seems fitting for such enthusiasm." The class went silent. "That seems better. Pull out a pencil and prepare for your quiz."
Sven threw a look to Vann and Daemon, seeing their pained expressions. Must have forgotten or didn't acknowledge the assignment from the night prior. Doesn't matter. She will pay for this in a few hours.
The day progressed normally, all the students diligently studying and completing in class assignments as told. After the second to last class, however, Sven excused himself from the school entirely choosing to stay in his dorm instead. Fiora, after calling attendance, picked up on his absence and scowled.
"So, Mr. Sven has the implication to avoid his previously enlisted punishment today along with his class activities. I hope he is prepared to deal with the consequences after the fact." She called. Daemon and Vann looked to his desk with knowing smirks. "Let his current, and future absences provide an adequate lesson to those of you here. I do not tolerate disrespect or tardiness. Now to our lesson."
After the class was finished with the sound of the bell, Fiora as expected approached Vann. "Vann, considering you associate decided to skip out on his sentence, I will be in the office grading and filling out paperwork in my office. See to it that you do not follow his example and handle your duties." She said sternly.
"Yes, ma'am. I will be in the office in ten minutes. I just have to call with my mother on another issue I am having." He replied. Fiora nodded before walking out the classroom. Vann pulled out his phone and texted Sven: Bitch is pissed with you. Gonna go work for now. Will txt when she has the cup.
Within seconds, his phone vibrated with a response: I'm not concerned. Her being pissy is the last of my worries. I am waiting in the cafeteria.
"What's the move?" Daemon called out. Vann looked up from his phone to him.
"I'm going to the office now. Sven is in the café waiting for the move to be made." He replied before standing up and leaving the classroom. Reaching the headmaster's hall, Vann proceeded down the corridors to the office, sitting at his desk adjacent to the doors leading into Fiora's main office. With that he went about his business scanning reports and files, time passing quickly with his work. Before he noticed it, time hit four thirty, before the intercom on his desk phone rang. With the push of a button, it stopped.
"Yes, Ms. Laurent?" he said robotically.
"I need my coffee. Vanilla roast, two creams, three sugars." She ordered, and before he could reply, the intercom was off. He reached into his backpack and pulled out the small vial, uncorking the cap as he moved to the coffee make in the opposite corner of the office. He pulled out his phone immediately, sending a text to Sven and Daemon.
Coffee call. Be at the entrance in 15. He sent, before pouring two drops of the drug into an available mug on the table and making the coffee. Within seconds he concocted the drink, taking a quick whiff of the aroma to ensure the lack of odor. Pleased with the positive results, he added the last additions before heading into the office.
"Here is your coffee, Ms. Laurent." Vann called, handing the woman the beverage. She idly took the mug, nodding towards him with her eyes glued to the papers she was looking at. She took a sip of the blend, recoiling immediately to the taste. Vann internally panicked to the reaction.
"How many sugars did you put into this?" she scowled.
"Three, ma'am. As you asked for." Fiora merely took another sip before placing the mug on her table.
"Too much. Next time, only two sugars." She replied.
"Yes ma'am." Vann replied before walking out the room. Within minutes, he moved to the doors of the building, immediately seeing Daemon and Sven with their backpacks ready. He opened the door and gestured them in, moving quickly to the offices.
"She just had a few sips not long ago. All it takes is for one to hit her system. Now we wait another three or four minutes for it to take full effect." He explained. The two nodded silently as they followed him in. Vann moved to Fiora's office, scanning to see her condition. Surprisingly, she was with her head down onto the desk, sleeping soundlessly. He smirked. "Or we could just get started now since she is out cold."
Daemon and Sven widened their eyes before looking into the office. Vann walked back and locked the door to the office. He came back to Fiora's main office seeing the two examine her body while pulling out the material they brought.
"So she's gonna be out for about thirty minutes?" Sven affirmed in whisper, uncorking the bottle of liquor and unbuttoning Fiora's dress shirt gently as to not force her away sooner. Daemon took the yard stick that was seated on her desk and moved it to the other side of the room quickly.
"Well, considering she is out cold so soon, it might be shorter or longer. We will have to wait and see." Vann replied.
"Cool. Help me move her to the couch over there." Sven said, gesturing to the sofa on the wall. Vann moved around her desk and lifted her legs while Sven got her arms. They laid her on the couch gently, before Sven continued to undress the woman. He had opened her dress apparel to just revealing her generously sizable breasts under the black laced brassiere underneath, taking a long gaze at the marvelous bust she had.
Vann and Daemon couldn't help but observe as well, boring holes into her chest and undressing the undergarments from her mentally. Sven shook out his stupor and pulled a napkin from his pocket, dabbing a small amount of the liquor he brought into the paper and pressing it gently onto her lips and cheeks, before sliding the bottle into her loose grip. He pulled out three condoms from his bag, ripping one open and placing the rest next to her head.
"Daemon pass me your phone." He called as he unbuttoned his slacks and dropped his pants down to his thighs, pulling out his flaccid penis and resting it on her face. Daemon turned away, not wanting his eyes to meet Sven's dick. He passed him the device, opening up the photo app. Sven smiled maliciously as he looked down to the woman currently unconscious on the sofa.
"Let's see you act high and mighty when you get fired for being a slut, Ms. Laurent." He mocked with a whisper before taking the photo.
Fiora's head was throbbing madly as she awoke from her unexpected slumber. She groaned lightly as she took note of her laying on her sofa in the office.
Argh…what happened? She thought. She attempted to reach up and cradle her head in her hand, but was shocked to find her arms bound behind her back. She could also faintly taste the bitter burn of alcohol on her lips, and smell the contents as it invaded her nostrils.
"What the hells..?!" she growled out, struggling to break her binds as she swiveled herself to sitting up on the seat.
"Thirty five minutes." A male voice called forcing her to pause. She turned to the source slowly to see Sven seated on top of her desk, rolling a stress ball in his hand. "It took you thirty five minutes to wake up. Not the time frame I expected, but still effective nonetheless. Good job man."
"Mr. Sven?! What is the meaning of this!?" Fiora seethed, attempting once more to break the hemp rope binds on her hands but failing as they were tightened harshly, digging into the soft flesh of her wrists. "Release me this instant!"
"And why would I do that, Ms. Laurent? Especially after such a fun time we had an hour ago. Right boys?" He replied looking to the door to see Daemon and Vann lean casually on it. Fiora looked to the two, glaring daggers at them.
"Vann!? Daemon!? You're a part of this as well!?"
"Sucks to suck, huh Fiora? All those times you berated me for the smallest thing finally come back around." Vann said.
"Don't worry, we don't intend to do much to you." Sven said.
"You three will suffer the worst punishment I can make when I get out of these binds! Release me immediately!" she shouted.
"Well, if that's the case, I supposed there is no means of it getting any worse. Might as well savor the moment for what it is." Sven said casually before standing from the desk. He walked over to the couch and glares down at her, his cocky smile falling into a furious frown. "Pay back."
With that he back handed the woman, seeing her fall to the cushion of the seat with a yelp of pain. Fiora's cheek felt hot and stung, a significant amount of force placed behind the hit.
"You dare hit me?! I will have you locked away for assault, you despicable child!" she roared.
"Oh, boo hoo. I'm gonna get in trouble for putting the bitch in her place. Okay then, how about this." Sven said before pulling Daemon's phone from out his pocket, scrolling through and opening the gallery. Once he found the photo, he turned the screen for Fiora to see, watching her furious expression turn to shock. "From now on, you behave under our word, or the internet gets to see the headmistress of LSU having some 'distasteful' fun with one of her students after a drunk party in her office."
Is that…me!? How the hells did he take that!? Fiora internally screamed, fear welling in her body as she could plainly make out her face with a bottle of liquor in one hand and a few condoms around. With a flaccid cock pressed to her face.
"This…this is fake! I never committed such acts!" she argued. Sven shook his head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You would think that a woman of your esteem would put the pieces together," Sven began. "Word of mouth is nothing compared to hard evidence for which millions to see. You could stand trial and say no, but a simple photo that was posted at the correct time could denounce everything. And what's worse, because you evidently lied about it, your credibility as a person, let alone headmistress, will be destroyed. Within hours you will be denounced by your school as a slut. Within a week, stripped of your job and position, plus whatever nobility you possess. You will be on the street begging for food before the month is done, all because you denied an obvious photo that was posted to forty three social media sites, and thirty two porn sites."
Fiora's eyes went wide, realizing that everything he said was correct. "You wouldn't dare. All because I sentenced you to detention?! Are you that petty that you-"
"You're right. I wouldn't for being sent to detention." Sven smiled, pulling the phone back and walking away. "But I have a reputation to keep before I graduate. You coming in and humiliating me the way you did yesterday destroyed it. I'm not doing this because of some petty consequence I was likely going to get from anyone else. I'm doing it because I need to take you off your high horse. We are doing this because we're done with your pompous attitude."
Fiora looked to the other two, seeing Vann smile mischievously and Daemon attempt to avoid eye contact. "Is this true?"
"Last time you get pissy when I mess up some coffee because you're too lazy to make it yourself." Vann spat.
"And you Daemon!? You're so young, so aspiring! You would throw all you have awayfor these two's lowly grudges?!" Fiora answered. Daemon was silent, still avoiding eye contact.
"He is part of this for a different reason." Sven spoke up. "Who you are speaking harshly upon is probably the only person in this school who actually likes you. Truth be told, the only reason he is here because he wants to show his affection to you."
"Tying me up and blackmailing me is a funny way of showing me your admiration." She growled. "I can still leave you the least punishing consequence if you release me, Daemon."
"After you stomped on his heart? I think not." Vann mentioned. Fiora and Daemon both looked to him with surprise. "Remember that one note of admiration that you received a few months ago? It was his."
"You sent that?" Fiora called in awe. Daemon blushed, reluctantly nodding as he refused to meet her eyes. "That note…"
"'is just another feeble attempt by a lesser male to appease my interest.'" Vann added, mimicking her accent. "That is what you said exactly before you told me to shred the paper, not even opening the envelope."
Daemon was dumbfounded, discovering that his feelings not only were rejected, but never acknowledged to begin with. He spent days writing it out perfectly, and he found that she threw it away like trash. He clenched his fists, growling lowly before looking to her with disdain. "So I am a lesser male then? Me trying to reach your cold heart is nothing but a feeble attempt?" he seethed.
"Oh my. This is the first time I had ever seen his angry like this." Sven whistled. "You should apologize before he takes his phone back and sends the photo."
"You three…how far…how low are you willing to sink?!" Fiora roared once more. Sven chuckled before walking over to her prone form, gripping a mass of her hair and pulling her to sit up.
"Depends on how badly you don't want this." He suggested. Fiora's eyes went wide as she immediately caught on to the implication. "A happy ending for us, might lead to a happy ending for you. And of course, full compliance to the aftermath."
"You expect me to…with you three?!" Fiora growled. "I'd rather die!"
"Hmph. We aren't killers you know. But I guess we can't argue with you for your decision. Let's go guys. I have a photo to post online today." Sven concluded, releasing the woman from her hair. He began walking to the door, to which Fiora glared at him. She felt her future slowly fading with each step he took, knowing her ruin was soon to come if she didn't accept his proposal. Fear welled from her body, filling the cavity of her mind until it broke loose when he opened the office doors.
"Wait!" she called, her tone pleading. Sven stopped in his tracks. "…F-fine. I will…I will comply."
Had she seen his face, she would have noticed the darkest smile stretch from ear to ear on his face. Checkmate.
"I am so happy…" Sven said, closing the door and turning to face her. "That you decided to see things our way. Don't worry, we won't make this too damaging for you." He stepped towards her, unzipping his slacks again and pulling out his member. "I guess to start you could show my friend down here some love with a kiss."
Fiora sat up slowly, eyeing the genitalia with disgust as hit was presented to her. The musk that held from his legs was revolting enough to make her want to vomit. Looking up to him, she saw him turning impatient. "Come on now, let's not waste any time." He ushered her, pressing his member to her mouth.
"I-I get it already! I'll do what you ask…" she replied reluctantly before puckering her lips with a sour expression and pressing his head to her. Leaving a restrained kiss on the tip, she recoiled slowly, but was surprised when he grabbed her by the head and shoved her forward, her shocked gasp giving him the room needed to enter her mouth with at least half his length.
"Now that is more like it! No biting now, or my finger might slip and hit upload." Sven warned as he began thrusting himself into the angrily groaning woman's mouth. Fiora was beyond repulsed, feeling the male's genitalia slowly enlarge itself with her reluctant tongue. She could only glare up at his smug expression, hearing him chuckle lowly as he used her mouth for pleasure.
This…is disgusting…! I want to vomit. She thought bitterly, having to force the bile that ebbed its way up from her stomach back down as she was forced to taste his cock.
"C'mon, slut. The sooner we reach that 'happy ending' the sooner we can bail and save this for another day. I still have two weeks of detention right?" Sven mocked. "I think I'll enjoy them with you choking on my cock for the entire time."
Fiora was beyond appalled. She hated every moment of this, every second that it continued. It didn't take long for the younger male to become full mast within her cavity, leaving no room for her to move her jaw, let alone restrict her tongues movement. Now she was forced to taste every part he shoved within her mouth. She was forced to consume the ebbing pre-cum that oozed from his tip and land on her taste buds. She wanted so badly to throw up, to be done with this humiliation and revolting situation. But her situation gave her no room to argue, no grounds to protest or complain, and no means to resist. They had her backed in the corner, and there was little to no possibility of escaping the inevitable.
Sven eventually began thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her mouth, his bulbous head knocking at her throat. "Ahh…this is a nice little mouth you have. Would be a lot better if you used it for this instead of bitching all the time." He called before bucking forward hard. "Do me a solid, alright? I'm about to blow my load. Can you catch it with your throat?"
Fiora's eyes widened. She struggled to back off his member, but was caught by the hair and pulled deeper, his head fully digging down her throat. He let out a growl, before she felt a torrent of searing hot liquid slide like paste down her throat. She began to make muffled screams, hoping to deter the male from continuing. But with the grip he held, and how deep he was buried within her mouth, she couldn't keep him from unloading down her esophagus.
Seconds passed, the whimpers and pleas of the headmistress being muffled out by the forced swallowing she had to ensure she could breathe. Sven finished within several seconds before slowly removing himself from her mouth. The moment he freed himself of her mouth, she sputtered out before coughing up saliva and spunk. She retched as the taste hit her tongue.
"Aw man. It's can't be that bad. What am I supposed to do about my wife?" Sven joked, feigning hurt.
Fiora glared up toward the male, beyond disgusted with what she had to experience. "You are a vile human being! I will see you locked away for life for what you have committed!" she spat, venom coursing through her words. Sven merely chuckles.
"Really now? Would it change anything if Vann played all that back one more time?" he co0untered. Fiora widened her eyes, before looking to Vann with a fearful expression. To her despair, she saw his phone playing the whole scene of her being fucked in the mouth from the last few minutes, all the way up to when Sven finished and removed himself from her mouth. "I'd say that was perfect footage for a porno, right?"
"No doubt. And seeing the hottest chick in LSU giving a blowjob could net us some cash too. Especially when she doesn't play by the rules." Vann added. "But enough talk, it's my turn to have some fun right?"
"Yup. Wanna try out her mouth too? She may not do it willingly, but it still feels like she's trying to eat your dick. Figured as much, probably has years of experience blowing teachers and staff." Sven offered. Vann merely shook his head.
"Nah. Lay her on her back for me." He requested. Fiora looked to him confused, but was pushed to her back nonetheless. Vann handed the phone over to Sven, before unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants to his feet. He immediately straddled her stomach, glaring down lustfully at her upper body. "I'm more of a round-about guy." He added, before gripping her exposed bra and ripping the strap in the center, exposing her supple chest to the room, her chest bounced freely to the roughness of being exposed, eliciting a lecherous glare from Sven and Daemon.
"Ah damn. I shoulda thought to fuck her chest instead of her mouth." Sven said with annoyance.
"Sucks to suck, man. I get to enjoy these lovely bags to the fullest!" Vann called before clasping his palms around the plump flesh, squeezing and groping her chest. Fiora's disgust resurfaced from her chest being played with, as she glared at her subordinate. He pulled his boxers down slightly to expose his fully erect member, before resting it between the supple mounds. Pressing the two round breasts together, he sandwiched his cock within their embrace, before collecting saliva in his mouth and spitting it between her mounds. With the fluid settled on her skin, he pressed her breasts fully together before slowly grinding forward and backward.
"Fuck yeah! I've been dying to fuck these udders since I started working for you. They're nice and soft too!" Vann moaned out, now thrusting leisurely in between the woman's chest.
"This is so gross…just hurry up and finish!" Fiora spat, disgust written on her face. Vann chuckled.
"Nah, missy. I'm gonna thoroughly enjoy these two. Maybe if you're nice, you might come to like it over time." Vann returned, now thrusting faster and rougher. Fiora could only look on as his cock peered through her flesh in rhythmic motions. She could vaguely see his strain as he progress, eventually his expression turning pained.
"Fuck…I'm gonna!" he called out, before he blew his load in one last thrust, his spunk shooting out in ropes to land on the woman's face and pool around her neck. She retched again, looking away from the torrent of seed as it collected on her head and hair. Before long, Vann pulled his cock back in between her breasts, letting the remaining amount within his system loose in between, it seeping out the cracks lewdly.
"Whew that felt nice." He sighed, before giving her chest one last squeeze and smacking her breast to elicit a jiggle.
"You're such a quick shot man. That was only like two minutes." Sven complained as he handed the phone back to Vann.
"How about you try those two out and see how long you last! It felt like heaven on my dick." Vann retorted.
"Like hell I'm gonna get your sloppy seconds! You literally left her covered in your jizz!" Sven complained. "Besides, it doesn't matter. It's Daemon's turn now anyway." As if on cue, Daemon stepped forward, his expression blank and intense, nearly trained to the woman.
To be concluded...