Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 21
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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
Lucy had bunked off school again, this time for the grim task of another visit to Ed Pembroke. She was naked in his bedroom, posing for yet more photos. By now, she was numb to being recorded, he must have nearly a thousand photos and videos of her by this point, she thought grimly.
The fourteen-year-old was on all fours, her nonexistent breasts pressed against the mattress, her nipples brushing the fabric. Her face was turned to the side, cheek pressed into the bed as she faced the camera, her back arched and legs spread wide. The pose exposed everything: the faint pink line of her young cunt, and the tight rosy pucker of her asshole, all framed by the pale, freckled expanse of her spread buttocks. Her red hair spilled over her face, tangling with the sheets.
“Smile, Lucy,” Ed laughed. “Come on, it might never happen.”
He knew the truth—’it’ was the Sword of Damocles he held over her, the ever-present threat to release the material unless she kept coming back to service him.
“Don’t you have enough photos, Ed?” Lucy asked, her beautiful blue eyes looking vacant and dead into the lens.
“Yeah, but well, you can never have enough,” he replied, tapping her cute, upturned, bony rump. “And, well, I was also thinking ... I know you’re underage, but I could maybe pimp you out like I do with those whores abroad.”
Lucy’s breath hitched. “What? No—you’ll get caught!”
Oh Lucy.” He sighed, like she was being naive. “You really don’t get it, do you? Guys like me—we’ve got connections. Never had friends growing up, but you travel a bit—Cambodia, Vietnam, wherever—and suddenly, you meet all sorts of men. Respectable men. Family men. Men with money and tastes that aren’t very well catered for here.” His grin was lazy, almost fond. “They’d pay top dollar for a sweet little white girl like you. No need to fly halfway across the world to get their dick wet in some peasant girl. A grand? Easy. They’d fuck you silly, from all over the country. Hell, from all over Europe!”
“No! ... please, Ed, you can’t...”
“Relax.” He patted her ass dismissively. “I’ll cut you in. Buy you something nice. Lingerie, maybe.”
Desperation clawed up Lucy’s throat. “What if I get you someone else? A new girl?”
Ed’s eyebrows lifted, amused. “Oh? Like who? Your friends that bully you? Jackie?”
“Why not?” Lucy snapped. “Everyone says she’s hot.”
“Pfft.” He waved a hand, dismissive. “Too much hassle. Too loud. Too rude.” Ed had bad memories of him taunting him and calling him a paedo. “You’re much nicer, Lucy, more ... polite.”
The words cut her deeply. He had chosen her because she already was a victim. Her weakness and pathetic nature were what made her perfect for him.
“Naomi Mansouri, then,” she blurted, voice cracking. “She’s quiet. Small. Like me, but ... darker, like mixed race.”
“Show me.” Ed interrupted.
Lucy scrambled off the bed, her phone clutched in her hands. She pulled up a photo, Naomi in the background, hunched beside taller, louder girls. Just in one photo, her timidity and shyness shone through.
Ed studied it, then shrugged. “Cute, I guess.”
His fingers returned to Lucy’s body, pinching her nipple. “Now, enough talk.” His other hand fumbled with his belt. “Mother’s asleep. Let’s fuck.”
“Wait ... just listen. If I get photos of Naomi, compromising ones, could you ... could you blackmail her instead? Let me go?”
Ed paused, considering. “OK, let’s see what you can do. Be nice to fuck something a bit different, a bit of dark, fresh cunt ... But now...” his cock was sprung free from his trousers. “Open that pretty little mouth, Lucy. And start sucking.”
The next day, Lucy walked to school with something new hidden in her bag: a tiny camera, designed to be concealed. She still didn’t know where she could place it to capture Naomi, maybe in her bedroom somehow?
Since that humiliating night at Ms. Trunchbull’s twisted “tuition,” Lucy and Naomi hadn’t spoken a word to each other, even though they sat side by side in nearly every class. Lucy sneakily glanced at Naomi, her gaze sliding over Naomi’s coffee-brown thighs peeking from beneath her green skirt, the way her white blouse clung to her slight frame, the faint outline of her bra visible beneath the fabric. Naomi’s warm, tanned skin only made Lucy’s own pale, freckled arms look so pasty. That aquiline nose, those dark long eyelashes, Lucy’s envy just gnawed deeper.
“Hi, Naomi,” Lucy said, forcing a smile. “Did you do more studying of that ... Greek stuff?”
Naomi recoiled at Lucy’s reference to ‘that’ evening. For her, it had been a nightmare, that old headmistress had done such unspeakable things to her. She had showered so much since but it was like the old woman’s tongue and saliva had stained her skin, soaking inside her. She shuddered as she remembered where her own tongue had been forced to go, into orifices and creases of the female body she had barely even imagined!
“Er—no,” Naomi muttered quietly. “I don’t ... I didn’t like that stuff...”
Lucy leaned in just a fraction closer. Maybe we could study together,” she suggested. “At your place?”
Naomi’s entire body stiffened, her shoulders curling inward like she was trying to disappear. “Mmm—no, sorry,” she mumbled, her gaze flickering anywhere but at Lucy. “My parents ... they don’t allow it.”
“Oh ... well, okay then,” Lucy replied, her smile never wavering. But inside, her mind raced. She needed to capture Naomi, naked, somehow. The hidden camera burned in her bag was useless unless she could record Naomi naked, preferably doing something humiliating. If not in her room, then where? How?
Lucy’s fingers tapped restlessly against her thigh as she pretended to listen to the teacher. She had an idea. The school’s girls’ changing room after hockey practice, steamy, chaotic, bodies half-dressed, towels slipping.
Naomi would be there, and if she thought no one could see her, her guard would be down. Lucy could plant the camera in just the right place, angled just right to catch her undressing.
“Lucy, you like hockey again? Did your scrawny little knees get better?”
Jackie was standing in the changing room, like some golden, untouchable goddess. Five-foot-five of tanned, toned perfection, her 34CC tits practically spilling out of her sports bra, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a shampoo commercial. One hand resting on her hips as she eyed Lucy with open disdain.
Lucy shrunk under her gaze, her black sports bra and knickers clinging to her underdeveloped body, her pale, freckled skin looking almost sickly next to Jackie’s glow.
“And what’s the point of that bra, huh?” Jackie sneered, her lips curling as she looked from Lucy over to Naomi. “You and Paki matchtick over there don’t even fill them out.”
Naomi crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself. The changing room was a minefield of half-naked bodies girls in various states of undress, bras dangling from locker hooks, knickers tossed carelessly onto benches.
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