Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 18
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Lucy is a shy, awkward and innocent red headed schoolgirl, struggling to deal with school bullies, puberty and becoming the prey of predatory perverts. This is a tale of evil, a dark story, please do not read expecting a light hearted story.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Mult Teenagers Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual School Niece Aunt FemaleDom Sadistic Spanking Analingus Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Teacher/Student
The days dragged on, each one heavier than the last for Lucy. Every buzz of her phone sent a jolt of dread through her, another demand from Ed, another selfie, another flash of her panties. She longed to confide in her mother, to scream the truth and make it all stop. But she was in too deep. The photos, the videos, the threats, it would destroy her, her family, everything. And wasn’t it partly her fault? She had gone along with it. She had let it happen.
While the other girls flaunted their confidence, swapping stories about boys, Lucy sat in silence beside Naomi Mansouri, who was doing likewise. Jackie leaned back in her chair, all long legs and golden hair, boasting about her summer romance. “Tommy finally kissed me last night ... we used tongues and everything! He even slipped his hand under my top. I let him touch me for, like, five whole minutes.” Her posse of mean girls erupted into giggles and envious gasps.
“Five minutes?!” Berry gasped, fanning herself dramatically. “You’re practically a woman now, Jackie!”
Lucy wondered what they would say if they knew her truth? That she hadn’t just been touched, she had been ravaged. Licked. Eaten. Penetrated. By Ed. By the headmistress. By older people who saw her as nothing more than a toy. The thought made her sick. She’d rather die than let them find out she’d lost her virginity to pervy Ed, and that there were photos and videos of her, all ready to go online.
What about those two little virgins?” Beri turned, and the others followed her gaze to where Lucy and Naomi sat, small and quiet in the back. “God, look at them. No tits, probably no hair down there either. I bet they still sleep with stuffed animals.”
“I bet if a boy even talked to them, they’d burst into flames,” someone else jeered. “Especially you, Lucy. That hair of yours is basically a warning sign—’Danger: Freak Inside.’”
Lucy’s face burned, and she shrank lower in her seat. Beside her, Naomi did the same, both of them wilting under the weight of the girls’ cruelty.
“Why don’t you do hockey anymore, Lucy?” Beri smirked, leaning forward. “Too good for us now? Or did you finally realize you’re useless at it?”
“Nothing ... just a sore knee,” Lucy mumbled, staring at her hands.
“Oh yeah, that fall when you weren’t wearing knickers,” one girl sneered, “I remember how red your face got. Did you trip, or were you just showing off for pervy Ed?”
Jill, the heavier girl, glared at the two skinny girls. “At least Naomi still tries, even if she blows away in the wind. Fucking skinny bitch. You probably break if someone even looks at you too hard.” She laughed, reaching out to yank Naomi’s dark curly hair. Naomi squealed as Jill pulled her off her chair, sending her tumbling onto Lucy’s lap.
“Haha, imagine those two having a fight on the hockey pitch,” Jackie cackled. “Like two hockey sticks clashing—clack, clack, clack! Or maybe they’d just snap in half!”
“You gonna take that, Lucy? Hit her back! Hit Naomi back!” Jill taunted, shoving Naomi toward Lucy. “Or are you too busy crying about your sad little life?”
“No, she didn’t hit me, you pulled her against me!” Lucy protested, but the three girls crowded around them.
“You running your mouth, Lucy?” Beri snapped. “Maybe we should teach you a lesson. Or better yet, maybe we should strip you down right here and see if you’re still wearing no knickers.”
“Please ... just leave us alone,” Naomi whispered, her voice trembling.
“Or what?” Jill snarled, grabbing Naomi’s wrist and twisting it. “What are you gonna do about it, matchstick girl?”
“What’s going on here?” It was Mr Chadva, the biology teacher.
“Lucy and Naomi fighting again sir” spoke Jackie, smoothly. “We were trying to calm them down, but they’re vicious, like cats!”
“Right you two...” Mr Chavda pointed to the two innocent small girls “off with you to the headmistress’ office.”
“McSworley and Mansouri.” In her office, Ms. Trunchbull circled around the two small girls, Lucy, the pale redhead, and Naomi, the dark-haired, olive skinned girl. “McSworley ... why is it always you? And you, Ms. Mansouri...” She tsked, shaking her head. “I expected better of you, especially after your poor parents came in to complain about your results. Such a disappointment.”
“Please, Miss, it wasn’t our fault,” Naomi pleaded. “The bigger girls ... they...”
“Silence!” Ms. Trunchbull’s voice cracked like a whip. Naomi flinched, her words dying in her throat.
The headmistress moved behind Lucy, her fingers brushing against the girl’s fiery red hair before sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, her touch drifting lower, over the pleats of Lucy’s skirt.
“McSworley,” Ms. Trunchbull said suddenly. “You may go.”
Lucy’s head snapped up. “Me? Miss, I...”
“Yes, McSworley. Back to class. And you better behave.” The headmistress discreetly patted her bottom. “Ms. Mansouri here needs ... talking to in private.”
“But Miss—”
“OUT!” Ms. Trunchbull’s patience evaporated Lucy felt crestfallen. She wasn’t going to be spanked. She wasn’t going to be touched. She wasn’t going to be chosen. With a final, hesitant glance at Naomi, who looked utterly abandoned, Lucy turned and marched out of the room.
Why had she been rejected? She never realised until now how she could be jealous of another girl having the attentions of Ms Trunchbull.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucy was in her seat. Mr. Chavda’s monotone lecture about reproduction droned on, the words blurring together as she stared blankly at the board. Then, the door creaked open.
Naomi slipped inside, her hand pressed discreetly against her bottom, rubbing through the fabric of her skirt. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes glistening. “Sit down, Naomi,” Mr. Chavda said, barely glancing up from his notes. “I hope you and Lucy behave now.”
A few girls giggled, their eyes flicking between Naomi and Lucy. Naomi made her way to her seat beside Lucy, her movements stiff, awkward, as if every step sent a jolt of pain through her. Naomi was crying, sniffing quietly, trying to hide it.
A realization hit Lucy her like a punch to the gut. Naomi had been spanked. That’s why her bottom was sore. That’s why she was sitting like that. And then she saw how the brunette crossed her legs, more tightly than ever before, just as Lucy had done after her visits to the headmistress. Was she wearing any knickers? Had Ms. Trunchbull taken them off her? The thought gnawed at her, a sick, twisting envy.
Naomi sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. Lucy’s jaw clenched. She was angry ... at Naomi, at Ms. Trunchbull, at the whole damn world. Naomi was stealing the attention of the woman Lucy had started to fixate on.
The bell rang, and the girls began filing out of the classroom. Lucy lingered behind, her jealousy and anger simmering just beneath the surface. Naomi moved ahead of her, still rubbing at her bottom.
Lucy’s eyes narrowed. Without thinking, she hooked her foot forward ... Naomi went down hard, her knees hitting the linoleum with a thud that echoed through the emptying classroom. The brunette barely caught herself on her palms, her skirt riding up just enough to confirm Lucy’s suspicion—no underwear. Just the sight of Naomi’s light brown skin all the way up her thighs, and the faint shadow of dark pubic hair between her legs.
Naomi scrambled to her feet. The other girls who had seen laughed, none of them knowing, or caring, who had tripped her.
Lucy walked on, her own eyes starting to water that she might be being replaced.
That evening, Lucy had to suffer the indignity of another webcam chat with Ed. She was naked, as per his command, and had just performed a degrading dance for him.
“Great stuff, Lucy,” Ed’s voice oozed through her headphones. He was just half a mile away, his trousers and underpants around his ankles. His cock was hard in his hand as he drank in her body. “Can’t wait to see you again. Have you made an excuse yet to skip more school?”
Lucy was breathless from dancing, and weary that her mother might overhear her. She was so tired, tired of the physical meetings, the webcam chats, the constant messages, and the blackmail. “Can we not do this? Please ... I’m still sore from last time. We had sex already ... isn’t that what you want?”
Ed paused his stroking of his cock. This was important, any sign of disobedience had to be stamped out. “Don’t think for a second you can get away from me, Lucy. There’s loads more I want to do with you, we haven’t done anal yet, for one thing.”
“But Ed, please ... I can’t go on like this. Why don’t you just ... please let me be. I’m just a girl, I’m a child. I want to be left alone.”
“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy...” he sighed, as if disappointed by a misbehaving pet. “You don’t get to decide when this ends. I do. And we’re nowhere near done playing.”
Lucy exhaled in exasperation, and plopped her bare bottom down on the desk chair. How could she go on like this?
Ed detected that Lucy was losing motivation. He was used to this. He decided Lucy needed some more information.
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