Ms Pembroke's Schooldays
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 15
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Ms Pembroke is adored by her schoolgirl pupils, a beacon of grace and wisdom in their sheltered world. They trust her implicitly, never questioning the watchful eyes behind her prim exterior—never sensing the darkness that lurks beneath.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Fa ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Teen Siren Lesbian Humiliation Rough Spanking Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Teacher/Student
Sarah sat huddled in the corner of her room in the cellar her nightdress clinging to her damp skin. How long was it now she had been down here, since she had last seen Ms Pembroke?
She peeked out into the main hall of the cellar again. Jenny’s naked body lay on the table like some obscene offering, her alabaster skin still luminous in death. The blue hair—now matted with dried blood—framed a face so serene it might have been sleeping, if not for the unnatural pallor and the way her lips had begun to recede slightly from her teeth.
Her body was a masterpiece of youth: breasts full and heavy, their nipples still taut; hips flaring just so from a waist Sarah could still span with her hands. The smooth expanse of her stomach, unmarred by stretch marks or age. Sarah’s eyes traced the curves she wasn’t allowed to touch, the tattoos, the piercings, even the chink of metal coming from between Jenny’s thighs. A hot, shameful pulse throbbed between her own legs, and she squeezed her thighs together, hating herself. How could she feel this way about a corpse? About a girl who had tried to save her? What had Ms Pembroke done to her?
She shut her eyes, tried not to notice the growing smell, and resisted the urge to touch Jenny’s body, if only for comfort.
Suddenly, a sound echoed from upstairs, and the door opened. Sarah looked up, terrified as the light flooded in. But it wasn’t Ms Pembroke...
For the following days, Sarah existed in a blur of sterile interview rooms and hushed conversations, surrounded by specialist counsellors and police officers who formed a human shield against the media frenzy outside.
The nation was gripped by the story of the missing fourteen-year-old girl—found alive after three unimaginable months—not in some distant criminal hideout, but in the home of her own trusted teacher.