Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

What was Dr McPhail doing? Had he gone full Joszef Fritzl? Would I be trapped here for the rest of my life, in his basement, popping out babies to grow up and be fucked by him in turn? Surely people knew where I was if I went missing. But then my captor was a powerful, very intelligent man in a position of trust, so maybe he had a plan, some kind of scheme whereby a false story about me going away on short notice had been planted. Suddenly it occurred to me that other girls in my year might be under his thrall, to propagate and support any lie he might tell while they waited eagerly for their next opportunity to be serviced by his energetic cock.

What happened next was astonishing given these particular thoughts, as if he were reading my very mind. I heard a quiet whir, and a rectangle lit up to my right, above one of the little orange dots. That was when I realized what they were – the standby lights of computer monitors! The screen glowed into life, showing a scene of Dr McPhail’s kitchen in the background, and in the foreground a beautiful blonde girl about my age, dressed in our school uniform. Then it started moving – a video. She started dancing to a tune I couldn’t quite make out, and proceeded to slowly take her clothes off, revealing a hot pink bra, then matching frilly knickers, then pert young breasts, and finally a pretty little pussy, not totally bald like mine and Kirsty’s, but neatly trimmed, with a small fuzzy brown patch of hair (she must bleach, then) just above her clit. She twirled in a lap-dance move, bending down and gyrating one of the most stunning, pert, shapely bums I had ever seen. As the music stopped, she draped herself seductively on the kitchen table I knew so well.

The camera tilted downwards, to a shirt and pair of trousers, with which two hands fumbled. A hard cock emerged, and I recognized it as Dr McPhail’s penis. The camera must have been mounted on his head. To my astonishment, I realized I was watching the headmaster’s home-made porn!

As the recorded image of my captor positioned himself at the entrance of a bleached-blonde nymph I did not recognize and began to push in, another screen came to life up and to my left. This showed a black girl, already mostly naked and showing her light, hot-chocolate skin to the camera. I realized I recognized this girl – she had been five or six years above me in school, just doing her final exam years as I started. We had never spoken, and I did not even know her name, but I remember admiring her beauty and confidence. Now, that was enhanced by the lascivious glint in her eye as she bent over the table, looking back to the camera and spreading her pussy-lips wide.

More monitors awoke all over the room, each one with a different teenage lovely. An Oriental-looking girl knelt down, her enormous, slanted eyes looking upward at the camera as she fed Dr McPhail’s cock into her mouth. I turned my head and looked upward to see an olive-skinned girl with long hair like mine gasp and say “Oh, YES!” as the same penis penetrated her butt-hole. I looked across my left armpit and saw a young lady with frizzy brown hair and very large breasts (Suzie Broad from last year’s sixth-form, a part of my mind noted) place the rigid phallus between those breasts, those beasts, and press them together as it moved up and down her cleavage. I looked back to the first screen, and the blonde stunner’s perfect ass was now being drilled, as jizz leaked from her pussy and matted on that dark brown patch above it.

Everywhere I looked now, I could see girls like me getting fucked by Dr McPhail. Tall and short, Oriental and Indian and black and white, in every position imaginable, loud and quiet, moaning and whimpering, shouting or just silent.

The only things they had in common were their youth, their beauty and the fact that they all appeared to be enjoying the sex they were having tremendously. Even the one receiving ringing slaps on her buttocks and thighs, a strikingly pale goth girl with piercings in one eyebrow and one nipple, was growling, “Yes, I’ve been a bad girl. Hurt me, sir. Punish me!” The hand-marks glowed red on her milk-white buttocks, and mascara ran from her large eyes, but her spittle-flecked black lips were cracked wide in an ecstatic smile in between the gasps and grunts. “I’m a dirty – URGH – slut. Punish my whore body!”

In every direction I was surrounded by scenes of hot, ravishing, intense fucking. My eyes and ears, and even my mind were full of it… and yet my body remained untouched. It was responding to the proximity of so much sex, expecting to be part of it, but there was nobody around to consummate that expectation, and the yearning for it was killing me. My pussy gushed with natural lubricant, my nipples protruded further than I had ever seen, and my whole body sweated despite the cool conditions, but to no avail. I couldn’t even bring myself off, with my hands stretched high above my head, and my thighs were pulled far apart so I could not try to rub them together and bring myself off that way – not that it would have worked.