Shannon recognized that the transformation was complete. She had become a slutty living sex doll. All guilt and shame had been burned from her conscience. She admitted that she enjoyed having a man fuck her, suck his prick and drink his sperm. She had wanted to be a good girl, but she knew that dream was dead. And the truth was...she only wanted people to think she was a good girl. Because she really wanted to be a cock hungry piece of tail, ready to suck and fuck. The thing she did not like was that she was being forced and she had no control.
The young basketball star began applying her mind to the problem. Mr. Hannan had now gone further, he had forced her to strip naked and then climb on his desk. He had rubbed hand lotion all over her asshole, fingering her and then finally climbing up and mounting her ass. Unlike her Uncle Jerry who had taken her asshole cherry with care and relative tenderness, Mr. Hannan would just bugger her like a piece of ass. It had been painful at first, the way he rammed his cock inside, but by the time he came inside her, she was fucking like a bitch in heat, enjoying the hot friction of his pistoning shaft.
And she continued to think.
She was growing a bit weary of her beloved Rick. He had promised to help get her out of the situation she was in, but he hadn't done a thing. In addition, what she thought was love was fading. He was really kind of an idiot jock type. He wasn't near as aggressive as Mr. Hannan, and so when he asked Shannon for a blow job, she said "No", and instead slipped from her panties, sat on the edge of his desk, and had him kneel and lick her pussy. When she was ready, she let him fuck her, but she enjoyed being in control.
But she knew she couldn't get Mr. Hannan to cave. He'd just laugh at her and bend her over and fuck her up the ass again.
But Shannon continued to think about possibilities.
At 6:15, Shannon arrived at the Administration Building. The front door was locked, but she lightly rapped on it. She had finished basketball practice, and spent 30 minutes curling her hair, putting on makeup, and getting into the very revealing white dress. She knew that she was a knockout!
After thirty seconds, a tall black man in a suit coat came and unlocked the door.
"Hi, are you Mr. James?" she asked quietly, smiling at him.
He smiled back. "No, I'm Mr. Joseph. I'm the Assistant Superintendent. Are you Miss Lowens?"
"Yes, I am. Thank you for meeting with me," she said.
Stepping through the opened door, she notice how Mr. Joseph eyed her up and down, That gave her pussy a tingling, she knew that look. She heard Mr. Joseph locking it behind her and he led her through a series of hallways to an interior office. He knocked once on the door and then let her in. The office was very spacious, and tastefully decorated with a coach, tables and chairs, and a large desk.
"Mr. James, Miss Lowens is here," Mr. Joseph said as he led her through the door.
Mr. James was also black and if anything was even taller than Mr. Joseph. She reached out her hand and it was almost swallowed up in his as he looked at her kindly.
"Thank for you seeing me at this time. It's something that I need your complete discretion about." Shannon said as she dropped her gym bag on the floor by the chair.
"Of course, Miss Lowens. Mr. Joseph is here to serve as a witness in case that will be necessary."
His voice was a Barry White imitation, and Shannon felt her sexual juices beginning to bubble.
"Of course, sir."
And then Shannon proceeded to tell the Superintendent of Mr. Hannan's blackmailing and conduct.
"I've been thinking about it, and I am sure that he planted those drugs in my locker, sir. And I'm not sure if they were drugs anymore, he might have been using some white powder imitation."
Mr. James looked somewhat worried. Shannon told of the things that Mr. Hannan had done to her. She was very graphic, and she couldn't help but notice the two black men looking at her body, she knew that they were imagining doing such things to herself as well. She had not been sure if she should tell them about Coach Atkins, but she knew that Mr. Hannan would, and he really was an asshole for forcing her into sex.
Thirty minutes later, she had explained all that happened to her up until the present moment.
"Mr. James, I don't want this to go public. Something has been taken from me that I'll never have again, but I can live with that. However, I refuse to be blackmailed any more."
"Well Miss Lowens, I'm not sure if we can keep this private. This is a case for the police to handle. Both Mr. Hannan and Coach Atkins essentially raped you," he said in his low bass grumble.
Sighing, Shannon said, "Yes sir, I understand. But what I am saying is that I would like you to consider something else. You see, I don't want them to go to jail, and I don't want their lives ruined. And I want to get my life back, without the rape victim tag that I would be painted with. I just want to be free from them. So this is what I am proposing."
She looked at both men and then taking a deep breath, said "I would like Mr. Hannan to retire. I know that he was going to do that in a couple of years anyway. I'd like you to suggest...hell, no, I want you to TELL him that he will retire effective immediately. He will keep his pension, but he is done teaching. Also, he will surrender to me all of the pictures he took of me. And I want you to allow Coach Atkins to finish the year but transfer to a school outside of our district. You give him a good recommendation and you don't pull his teaching certificate. I get my life back and everyone is happy."
