Chapter 1

"Welcome to Hardonis Academy." The distinguished looking Principal said from behind his desk as Sandra walked into his office. "Have a seat." He pointed the 12yr old girl to a big comfortable chair in the center of the room. She quickly took her place as ordered. Her parents had told her that the school could be a lot of fun, but it would be strict on discipline. They assured her, the punishments were not something she would ever forget. So Sandra was on her best behavior.

"As you know, Hardonis is a privet school that specializes in teaching its students everything they may need to know in life. It is well loved by all its graduates for the sexual education it provides, and the countless assignments and opportunities students have to practice what they learn in class." Principle Lazlow explained calmly. Sandra blushed a little at the mention of the sexual education. "In some ways the school is very conservative, in other ways it is modern. You see, Hardonis is co ed, with a dorm for boys and one for girls. Students are allowed to mingle during the day but are expected to keep to their own rooms at night. My assistant Miss Veronic will show you to your room when this interview is done."

The woman who had escorted Sandra to the office, was still standing near the door. The young girl glanced at the attractive red haired woman, and got a reassuring smile.

"One very important thing I want to make clear right now." Principle Lazlow said seriously. "Is that your parents know exactly what goes on here. They know all about our curriculum and teaching methods; your mother having been students here herself. Also, they have given permission for us to do all the things that we will be doing to you."

The last sentence stuck in Sandra's mind ... things that we will be doing to you... did not sound normal.

"As I hope your parents explained to you, the school can be a wonderful place, you may enjoy your classes, you may make lots of friends, and even fall in love. But the school is also well equipped to handle discipline problems, with an authentic dungeon and all the latest equipment to break a student of his or her unacceptable habits." He looked directly at the 12yr old girl in front of him with his dark iron stair. This was starting be scary, but Sandra told herself it was normal for a principle to want to frighten his students into staying in line. "Do you understand so far?" he asked her politely.

She gave a nod and said "Yes sir."

"I will let Miss Veronic give you a full reading of the rules later, right now I simply want to stress rule number one; You will always obey, to the best of your ability, any order a teacher or staff member gives you. Even if the order shocks you." He smiled and wiggled his finger at her as he spoke. "While you are at this Academy you have no rights, only privileges which are given to you. Do you understand?" He said more seriously.

Again Sandra nod and said "Yes sir."

"Very well, Miss Veronic, please secure young Sandra to the chair." He said it simply as another matter of business. Before Sandra could think what to say in protest, the red haired woman was pulling her arms behind her back and tying them, very skilfully. Veronic then tied the young girl's feet to the legs to the chair.

"What are you doing?" Sandra managed to sputter.

"This is part of the interview, try to relax." Veronic whispered into Sandra's ear as she finished securing the girl to the chair in the middle of Principle Lazlow's office. She then stepped back dutifully to take her place near the door.

"This is an object lesson my dear." The Principle explained as he walked around to the front of his desk. "Nothing you have is yours, You are in control only of your mind. Your clothes are not yours, your body is not yours. You are simply using them at this moment." The dark haired young girl looked puzzled. She was tied to a chair and the Principle was explaining some king of odd philosophy to her. Sandra was really confused. Of course Principle Lazlow had seen this sort of reaction before.

"Tell me Sandra, have you ever had sex?" He asked.

The question came unexpectedly as far as she was concerned. "Umm no, Iv never gone all the way - if that is what you mean." she answered trying not to dwell on the fact that it was a very inappropriate question.

"So you entered this room a virgin?" Principle Lazlow asked pointedly.

Sandra's eyes grew wide as she read meaning into that question, then she started struggling against the leather straps that held her to the chair. "What...no..NO... your not going to do that? You can't do that to me!!!" She started to panic.

"Yes my dear." he said calmly, knowing that the girl would not get free. "You think your body is your own, that no one can touch you or use you with out your permission. That is a social illusion that we her at Hardonis do not subscribe to." Principle Lazlow walked over to stand beside the new student. He reaches out his hand and placed it on her young breasts. She tried to struggle.

"People are so afraid of having their personal space violated, of having themselves violated, you will learn to overcome that." He rubbed her chest, gently but firmly. "What we will teach you here will free you from so many silly taboos." He assured her softly, his lips close to her ear. Sandra slowly stopped her struggles.

"What are you going to do to me?" Sandra asked in a small voice, filled with both fear and curiosity. Her mom had been at Hardonis, had she been through something similar?

"Im going to strip you of your clothes, Im going to touch you all over, Im going to kiss you and lick you, Im going to make you cum. Then I will pop your little cherry and fuck you like you were my own daughter." He gave a small glance towards the red head standing next to the door. "When we are done, Miss Veronic will accompany you to your dorm room, get you cleaned up, and go over the rest of the rules." It all sounded so reasonable when he said it. Sandra found herself nodding ok.

Chapter 2

It sounded reasonable when Principle Lazlow said it, he had that kind of a voice. But a few moments later, when he was actually unbuttoning her blouse, Sandra started to have second thoughts. She struggled against the leather straps that held her small arms behind the chair. This time she was trying to more calmly work her hands free, instead of wildly tugging at the bonds.

Lazlow noticed what the girl was doing, but was confident she would not escape. His assistant Veronic had lots of experience tying boys and girls up. So he continued to open the front of the new student's blouse, smiling as he saw that she was wearing a little lacy blue bra, to hold her small breasts in place. He ran his hands over her skin, admiring how fresh and firm she was. Sandra watched the Principle's hands, afraid now to look into his eyes.

After a few moments of caressing his new student's body, Principle Lazlow moves his fingers lower. With a pop and zip, he opened her pants, exposing a blue pair of panties. "Be a good girl and lift your hips." he instructed as he took hold of her pants. His intention was clear, he was going to pull them down. Sandra wondered desperately what she should do. How could she lift her hips, and allow this man, this stranger to strip her naked? But what if she resisted, would she be punished? What might they do to her?

To the 12yr old girl it seemed like an eternity as thoughts raced in her mind, what she might do to escape, what they might do to stop her, what she could say to the police, what she might tell her parents. But the principle's words kept ringing in her ears "Your parents know exactly what goes on here. They gave permission for us to do all the things that we will be doing to you." Could it be true? Some how Sandra just knew that it was. At last she closed her eyes and did as she had been told. Her pants were quickly pulled down, to bunch up around her ankles.

Sandra sat, tied to the chair, her bra and panties exposed to the Principal of her new school. She felt so ashamed, but this was only the beginning. Principle Lazlow places his thumb on her cotton covered crotch, and gave her pussy a small rub. She gasped and opened her eyes. Looking down between her legs as the older man opened his hand, and began to stroke his fingers up and down. He pushed Sandra's panties firmly against her little slit, up and down, over and over he rubbed her tender young pussy. When he took his fingers away a small wet spot was clearly visible on her Hello-Kitty panties.

Turning to his desk Principle Lazlow selected his favourite letter opener, one that was kept razor sharp. When he turned with the blade in his hand, Sandra's eyes went wide.

"What, what are you going to do with that?" she begged the question a plea for him not to do anything painful.

Lazlow smiled "Do not worry, just hold very still" He cut the front of her bra in a skilful stroke of his right hand, as his left hand pulled it away from the startled little student. Sandra's tiny tits were now fully exposed. She had been so proud when her breasts had finally started to develop, but now catching a reflection of herself in the office window, she realized that she still looked so much like a child.

Next Principle Lazlow took hold of her panties, and pulled the waist band away from her left hip. He inserted the blade and in a flash, they were cut. He did the same on the other side, so that the crotch of her panties simply fell forward, opening, exposing the most privet part of her body to this man. Instinctively she squeezed her legs closed, trying to hide her little pussy.

The Principle allowed her this modesty for a moment as he returned the letter opener to its place. When he turned around he said in a commanding voice "Spread your legs now."

Sandra hesitated, unwilling to do that. Calmly the Principle walked over to a draw beside his desk. From it he took two ropes, each with a loop already tied in them. He passed one to his assistant. Then almost in perfect unison, they put the ropes around Sandra's thighs, threaded the loops, then ran the ropes over to rings inconspicuously set into the walls.

"Ready sir." Miss Veronic said sweetly as she got set to pull.

"Now please." he answered her a second later. The adults had little trouble pulling the young girl's legs apart, opening her against her will. She felt so helpless and humiliated having her pussy exposed like that.

She kept repeating uselessly "You can't do this. You can't do this to me." as they tied off the ropes securing her legs in the wide open position.

Principle Lazlow walked back in front of the panic stricken young student, as Miss Veronic returned to her place near the door. "Now my dear, you are stripped and exposed, how do you feel?" he asked her, as he looked at her small body.

"Please, please sir. Don't do anything else to me. I don't want to be... to be..." she could not finish the thought.

"You don't want to be violated, to be raped, to be used like a fuck toy?" the Principle asked as he stepped between her legs. "You feel fear." he stated as his hand slowly reached out towards her. "Fear of the unknown. Even though I told you exactly what I was going to do with you, you have no idea what it will be like, what it will feel like." He put one hand on her shoulder, and the other on her chest, right over the girl's heart, felling it racing fast.

"Everyone is scared of the things they have never experienced." He said soothingly, as his hand slipped down to caress Sandra's small breast. "We will set you free from all sorts of fears." The voice that had been ominous just a few moments ago was now gentle and kind. The touch that she was so afraid of, was now warm and comforting, stroking her, making her feel good.

Lazlow slowly worked his fingers over the little student's body, telling her to be calm and to enjoy. His skilful touch got her to relax to breath more regularly, and by the time his fingers moved down from her tummy to her nearly hairless pussy, Sandra was not resisting at all. Her legs twitched momentarily, but then she moved her hips slightly to offer herself to his fingers. It was a small movement, one that the girl was not even consciously aware of. But it was an important step.

Sandra had been watching the Principle's face most of the time his hands were caressing her nearly naked body. But when his fingers began rubbing the soft sensitive folds of her puffy pussy lips, she could not resist looking down. Then leaning forward a little for a better view.

It did not feel bad at all, and it looked so damn sexy. His strong slender fingers rubbing her, slipping and sliding as she grew more moist. Then he did it, he opened her lower lips, and pushed a finger up inside her. Sandra gasped loudly, making no attempt to control herself, she lifted a little off the chair, straining against the straps and ropes.

Principle Lazlow finger fucked his new student for several minutes, enjoying the gasps and moans she made, enjoying how her little pussy gripped his finger. Then he began rubbing his thumb against her tiny clit, intent on pushing her to the edge. Sandra climaxed hard and wet. Nearly screaming with the force that gripped her young body. It was the first orgasm she had that some one else had given her.

Masturbating had been fun, and like most kids her age she did it a lot. Her parents had never told her not to, never said it was dirty or sinful, simply that it should be done in privet. Now here she was cumming, with a man's finger up her tight little cunny. Cumming in front of the Principle and his Assistant.

Chapter 3

Sandra relaxed after the wild spasms of her orgasm dwindled away. Her limbs went limp, no longer able to struggle against the bonds that held her half naked body in place. Felling dreamy and happy she no longer wanted to struggle. The 12yr old was really starting to enjoy the first day at her new school. So she didn't even think about protesting as Principle Lazlow knelt beside the chair she was tied to and started licking her breasts.

The man's tongue skilfully worked at the young girl's puffy little breasts. He licked around each nipple several times before kissing the erect pink little buds. Principle Lazlow sucked on Sandra's tits until she was moaning and wiggling her hips. He then moved his mouth down her body, kissing and licking her flat tummy.

Eventually his lips reached her nearly hairless pussy slit. Sandra's eyes had been closed as Lazlow licked her breasts and body, but now they fluttered open and she looked down.

Principle Lazlow moved from the side of the chair, around to the front. He knelt down between the new student's legs, which were tied in the wide open position. Sandra watched intently as his face moved closer to her vulnerable young crotch. She was already wet and her pussy lips spread open from the finger fucking he had given her. Now she was about to have his tongue probe into her helpless sex. Sandra's tummy tingled, and she could actually feel a trickle of wetness running down between her ass checks.

When the Principle pressed his lips to her pussy, Sandra let out a moan and closed her eyes. He kissed her wet lower lips and savoured the young girl's excited smell. Then he started to lick her. Long strokes of his tongue, all the way up and down her pink little slit. Steadily growing more forceful, pushing against the opening of her cunt, and rubbing across her clit. Lazlow took pleasure in his worked, enjoying every sound the girl made.

After a few minutes of moaning Sandra opened her eyes again and looked down to watch the man's mouth working its magic between her legs. "Its so hot.." she murmered "My cunny, it itches... please put your tongue in it...deeper" She could not believe it was her own voice asking to be tongue fucked. It was like she was watching everything happen to some one else.

She was a good girl, and would never have sex like this, tied helpless to a chair. She was being raped by this total stranger. If she was a good girl, this would be rape. But if she was some one else, some slut in a film, then this would be normal, this would be fun.

Sandra giggled, and tried to speak in her most sexy voice "Pleas fuck my little cunny with you big tongue Mr Principle. I really need to cum all over your face." A second later she felt exactly what she had asked for. Principle Lazlow forced his tongue up the 12yr old's tight wet hole. He licked and licked until Sandra was moaning and gasping. Then he stopped. She was on the edge of another orgasm and he stopped.

The student opened her eyes wondering what was going on. Then she saw something that frightened her out of her pleasurable haze. Principle Lazlow was standing in front of her, taking off his pants. His massive cock stood out tall and hard, pointing in her direction. Suddenly his words came flooding back to the front of her mind.. "I will pop your little cherry and fuck you like you were my own daughter." He was going to do it. Sandra began to struggle against the straps and ropes. He was going to take her virginity, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Suddenly Sandra felt like she was falling. It took her a second to realize that the back of her chair was being lowered. Miss Veronic was standing beside her, adjusting the chair so that the Principle could properly fuck his new student. "Close your eyes honey, and don't be shy about screaming its ok." the woman told Sandra kindly before stepping away.

But Sandra could not close her eyes yet...she just had to look, to look along the length of her body, to see the man standing between her legs, as his cock moved into position. She watched until she could feel the head of his shaft pressing against her slippery pussy. Then she closed her eyes as Lazlow pushed forward.

At first it did not seem that he would be able to fit any of his cock into her. It was almost nice to feel him pressing against her. But he kept pushing in short continuous thrusts, pushing hard and relentlessly, working the head of his penis into the tight tunnel of her vagina.

Once he got the first few inches of his shaft into the girl's small body, Lazlow relaxed and took a few deep breaths. Then he started moving his hips in long hard strokes. Each stroke drove his cock deeper into Sandra's throbbing little cunt. She gasped and panted, but did not scream, not until his cock pushed against her hymen. Pain caused her entire body to shiver as the Principle Lazlow kept right on thrusting.

Sandra began to sob and cry as she was raped. This was not at all what she thought her first time would be like. She was going to fall in love with some boy her own age, it would be romantic, they would make love on a nice soft bed, it would be special. Now she was tied in an office, helpless and vulnerable, being taken by an older man, being fucked on a chair that was specially made for it. How many other girls had he done this to? She briefly wondered before another spasm of pain shot through her belly. Principle Lazlow's massive cock was now deep inside her body. It felt like she was being ripped in half.

Relentlessly he kept thrusting into the new student, several short fast stabs, followed by a long deep push. Over and over Principle Lazlow drove his manhood into the little girl's tight cunt. He was helping her on her way to becoming a first class slut. She might hate him for a little while, but eventually she could come to realize what an important thing he was doing today.

Sandra sobbed and gasped, in time with the Principle's thrusts. Although her mind kept repeating that this was a horrible violation, her body began to respond as it should. On and on when the rhythmic fucking with a small change in pace every few minutes. Lazlow was well skilled in the sexual arts, and able to keep control of himself at all times. Well almost all times, some teachers and graduate students had made him lose his control on a few occasions. But that was hardly the case today. Fucking young Sandra was enjoyable, but nothing special to him. So he concentrated on making the experience memorable for her.

Principle Lazlow fucked his new student passed the pain of losing her virginity. He fucked her tight cunt slowly and steadily till she found pleasure. He fucked the young girl faster until she started to shake with her orgasm. Only then did he start to really fuck her hard and deep.

Sandra felt the pleasure of cumming, this time a felling very different than the one caused by her own fingers, or his. When her body spasmed and she strained against the straps and ropes, she felt almost heavenly. She keenly felt the muscles of her cunt grip the big cock that was intruding inside her body. She screamed with pleasure this time, then gasped in near despair.

Instead of stopping or slowing down, the man began to fuck her poor little pussy harder. It was a mix between pain and pleasure that made her orgasm continue, on and on, wave after wave. Never had she thought this possible.

Lazlow could tell by the shallow breathing and the way her body trembled, that the young girl was spent, ready to pass out. But before he would allow that, he wanted her to see one more thing. After ramming his cock into her several more times in mercilessly fast motion, he pulled it from her abused little cunt hole. Then he sprayed his cum all over her. Hot sticky drops of cum splattered Sandra's small breasts, her belly, and her nearly hairless pussy.

"There now, that about concludes our interview for today." he said as the new student lost consciousness, her empty pussy still twitching with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.

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After Sandra was done in the Head-master's office, his assistant Miss Veronic called for two of the older students to help carry the unconscious girl to her dorm room. Veronic went along to clean up the poor child and make sure everything in her room was in order. The boys joked and laughed as they carried the mostly naked young girl through the hallways. Everyone who saw them parading along knew what had just happened. A new student had come fresh from her interview-rape with the Principal, his cum still warm on her body.

Miss Veronic took good care of Sandra, licking her all over. She loved the taste of Principle Lazlow's cum, especially when she could lick it off the body of a new student. Sandra moaned softly as the woman caressed her body and licked her all over. She opened her eyes briefly as Veronic spread her legs. She was not sure if she was dreaming or not, but seeing the woman's head down there and feeling her soft skilful tongue gently probing and licking her tender pink place, Sandra was reminded of her mother.

When Veronic was done slurping on the new student, she washed the girl with a damp cloth. She then dropped a sleeping pill into a glass of water and got Sandra to drink it. She would wake up the next mooring after a good night's sleep.