Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 19
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
A few days later, Lucy was having her breakfast with her parents. Samantha sat at the head, her robe loosely tied, a mug of tea cradled in her hands. Jack was in his suit, tucking into a sandwich while stealing glances at his daughter. Lucy herself sat hunched over her cereal, already in her green school uniform, her school bag at her feet.
Samantha sighed, rubbing her temples. “Lucy, darling, I heard you crying and screaming last night. Another nightmare?”
Lucy’s fingers tightened around her spoon. “Y-yes, Mummy. Just a bad dream.”
Samantha frowned, her gaze drifting to the laundry basket beside the washing machine. “You know, I’ve noticed something odd. My knickers keep going missing. The nice lace ones, too.” She shot Lucy a playful but probing look. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
Lucy’s face burned. She had stolen a pair of Samantha’s soiled underwear the day before, stuffing them into her school bag, another forced errand for pervy Ed. The thought made her stomach twist. She had hoped her mother would not have noticed.
“I—I don’t know, Mummy,” Lucy stammered, avoiding eye contact. “Maybe they got lost in the wash?”
Samantha’s eyebrows rose. “Lost in the wash? Lucy, I’ve been doing laundry for twenty years. Knickers don’t just vanish.” She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And while we’re on the subject ... where are your knickers? I did your laundry yesterday, and there wasn’t a single pair in there. Again.”
Lucy felt the blood drain from her face. She could feel her father’s gaze on her now. “I ... I keep forgetting them,” she muttered. “In the changing rooms at school. I’m sorry, Mummy.”
Samantha let out an exasperated sigh. “Honestly, Lucy, you’re fourteen, not six. You can’t keep losing your underwear like this. It’s not normal.” She glanced at her husband, as if seeking backup. “Jack, tell her. This is ridiculous.”
“For God’s sake, Lucy,” Jack snapped, his voice sharper than necessary. “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to embarrass us? Losing your knickers like some stupid, forgetful little girl.”
Lucy’s eyes stung. She wanted to shrink into herself, to disappear beneath the table. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll try harder.”
But Jack’s anger was performative. He had been secretly slipping into his daughter’s room and pressing her dirty knickers to his face, licking and sucking the soiled fabric like a starving animal, and was worried that he might be found out.
Samantha was a bit taken aback by her husband’s strong reaction. “It’s not just about trying, sweetheart. It’s about paying attention. You’ve been so distracted lately. Is everything okay at school? Are those girls bullying you again?”
Jack shoved his chair back abruptly, the legs scraping against the tiles. “I’m late for work,” he muttered, grabbing his briefcase. “Sort this out, Samantha. I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Jack McSworley made a mental note to be a bit more careful in future about rifling through his daughter’s laundry basket.
Samantha reached across the table, her hand warm over Lucy’s. “Sweetheart, talk to me. What’s going on?”
Lucy forced a smile, wishing she could open up to her mother about Ed, and the blackmail. “Nothing, Mummy. Just ... school stuff. I’ll be more careful with my knickers, I promise. Look, I have to get going ... see you later mummy...”
Samantha studied her for a long moment, her eyes filled with concern. “Lucy, you barely touched your breakfast, are you OK?”
“I’m not hungry mummy!” Lucy called out, rushing out the door before her mother asked any more questions.
----------- At school, Lucy struggled to concentrate. She had regular texts from Ed. It was exhausting. Constant questions asking for more and more selfies, and disgusting questions about her asshole and how he was going to do things to it later on.
Lucy could feel the hollow ache in her stomach. Ed had ordered her to skip breakfast and lunch, to “prepare” herself for what he planned to do to her after school. The thought made her want to retch.
She had to tell someone. She had to ... But who could she trust? It would destroy her parents, they would go to the police and the everything would come out. What was the point of getting Ed arrested if her life was ruined forever? And that’s if the police even bothered to do anything.
The only person she could think of was Ms Trunchbull.
At lunchtime, Lucy slipped away from the group of girls she’d been awkwardly hovering near, Beri and Jackie bossing everyone, and Naomi as quiet and miserable as ever.
Lucy made her way to the headmistress’ office, and knocked.
Ms. Trunchbull’s voice boomed before the second knock even landed. “Enter!”
The headmistress sat regally behind her desk, in a high collared blouse beneath a grey cardigan, her grey hair tied and parted down the middle, her dark eyes and arched brows looking at her, as if she had never spoken with her before.
“Ah.” The woman’s nostrils flared. “McSworley. Here to confess your latest idiocy, I presume?”
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