Chapter 22

The bell for period end rang, a shrill sound that sliced through the haze of Elara’s torment beneath Principal Thompson’s desk. Her jaw ached, her throat raw from his relentless face-fucking, her stomach churning with his thick, bitter semen. She gasped as he finally pulled out, his cock still glistening with her saliva, a string of it dangling from her bruised lips. “Get up, slut,” he growled, zipping himself up with a casual air of authority. “It’s the end of the 1st period. This is your break. Don’t be late for Ms. Carter’s class.” His smirk was a knife in her gut, a reminder of her new role as his personal fucktoy.

Elara crawled out from under the desk, her knees screaming, her naked body slick with sweat and cum. Her long, fake nails scraped the linoleum as she struggled to her feet, every muscle trembling. The henna tattoo on her face burned with shame, a grotesque mask of her degradation. She stumbled to the door, her swollen pussy and aching anus throbbing with each step, the principal’s semen leaking down her thighs. The hallway was mercifully empty, the students already spilling out to the courtyard or bathrooms. She needed to clean herself, to wash away the filth before Ms. Carter’s “hygiene lesson” turned into another nightmare.

The girls’ bathroom was at the end of the corridor, its flickering fluorescent lights casting a sickly glow. Elara pushed the door open, the hinges creaking, the air heavy with the stench of stale urine and cheap air freshener. The mirrors were smudged, the tiles cracked, and the sinks rusted. She limped to the nearest one, turning on the faucet, the cold water splashing against her trembling hands. She cupped it, splashing her face, trying to scrub away the cum and tears, but the henna tattoo mocked her, unyielding. She reached for a wad of rough toilet paper, wincing as she wiped between her legs, the paper coming away stained with blood, cum, and her own juices.

“Fuck, I’m such a mess,” she whimpered, her Valley Girl accent cracking with despair. “I can’t let Ma’am find out. I can’t...” Her voice trailed off as she heard the door slam open behind her, the sound echoing like a gunshot. She froze, her heart pounding, her naked body exposed in the mirror’s reflection.

“Well, well, fuckin’ look at this,” a low, mocking voice drawled. Elara spun around, her wet hands slipping on the sink’s edge, to see Merry, the leader of the school’s goth clique, leaning against the doorframe. Her black leather jacket was studded with spikes, her ripped fishnets clinging to her pale thighs, her heavy boots scuffing the tiles. Her dyed-black hair fell in jagged strands over her kohl-rimmed eyes, and a cruel smirk curled her blood-red lips. Behind her stood three other goths - Raven, with her shaved head and septum piercing; Lilith, her purple hair braided with chains; and Nyx, her skeletal frame draped in a torn velvet dress. They blocked the exit, their eyes glinting with malice.

“Elara, you nasty little slut,” Merry purred, stepping forward, her boots thudding ominously. “Heard you got fucked raw in the hallway. What a fuckin’ show. And now you’re here, all naked and drippin’ cum like a used whore.” The others laughed, a chilling chorus that made Elara’s blood run cold.

“Please, Merry, I ... I just wanna clean up,” Elara stammered, backing against the sink, her ass pressing against the cold porcelain. “I didn’t mean...”

“Shut the fuck up!” Raven snapped, lunging forward and grabbing Elara’s arm, her chipped black nails digging into her bruised skin. Elara yelped, trying to pull away, but Lilith grabbed her other arm, her grip like a vice. They dragged her to the center of the bathroom, her bare feet slipping on the wet tiles, her naked body twisting helplessly.