Page 65 of The Prom

Her eyes flash. “Possibly the sweet little student you were balls deep inside the other night. It would be fun to corrupt her young mind and body.”

She directs a hard glare at one of the robed figures and snaps, “Step forward number three.”

Tension increases in the room as the figure moves and she hisses,”Approach me.”

The figure soon kneels before her and she settles back on her throne and glances over their shoulder.

“Number three took a shine to a girl in his class. He invited her to his classroom after dark on the premise of extra tuition. He bent her over his desk and fucked her from behind instead. She didn’t agree.”

She gazes at him with derision. “The girl came to me and confessed and put her faith in me to do what was right. She was fearful of telling her folks or the cops. He told her that nobody would believe her. That it was his word against hers and as he was a respected member of staff, she would be wise to keep her mouth shut.”

She spreads her legs and hisses, “You may begin.”

The guy laps at her pussy like an eager dog, both hands clasped behind his back and Angela stares into my eyes and groans. “Such a good pet.” She squirms on the throne and thenscreams as her orgasm hits, the room silent and still as we watch the show.

When she is done, she snaps, “Fall back in line.”

Her gaze finds mine. “Punishment takes on many forms, Drake. What you did to that student will be paid for by your soul. You can’t walk away from the devil, so you may as well play her game.”

She clicks her fingers and one of the other figures hurries to her side and as Angela points to the vacated space at her feet, the person drops her robe and kneels, once again her hands clasped behind her.

“Number five disobeyed me.” Her voice is hard as she nods to one of the group on the other side, who steps forward, pulling a whip from out of their cloak.

“She formed an attachment with another teacher, one not in our club, which is against the rules. You will watch her pay the price.”

The whip lands hard on her back before I can speak and her screams fall into the silence as she receives five lashes for the sin of falling in love.

“Stop!”

I yell but the whip lands another cutting blow and as I reach for the hand holding it, Angela screeches, “Are you interfering with society business, Drake, before you are even a member?”

“You bet I am,” I growl, staring into her hateful eyes that burn pure venom.

She changes like the wind and laughs out loud, putting on a girly voice as she sings the words like a song, “Then I will just have to invite your friend to my office. I wonder what she will find there.”

I clench my fists, accepting the situation for what it is. If I play my hand now, months, if not years, of observation will count for nothing and I have no choice but to see this through.

“So, Drake. The decision is yours. Become my slave every Friday night between the hours of nine and twelve. Do what I instruct you to and be rewarded well for it—or–”

She pauses for effect. “Or your friend pays the price in your place. It’s your decision.”

The fact we are so close and almost have what we want, causes me to growl, “I’m in on the promise you leave Imogen out of this.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

Angela clicks her fingers and the two figures drop back in line and her gaze is now firmly fixed on me as she whispers huskily. “Now take off your pants and kneel before your queen.”

I have no choice and reluctantly do as she says and as she parts her thighs, her glistening pussy reminds me what a bad choice this was.

“You may worship me now, Drake. Take a part of me before I take all of you.”

She places a hand on my head and pushes me down and then, as I make toward her, someone yells, “Fire!”

I pull back and note one of the candles has caught a robe that is burning like a dry tree in a bush fire.

Screams of pain are mixed with yells as she drops the robe, the paint on her body shriveling on her skin.

I act fast and, grabbing the burning fabric, I grasp a vase of flowers on the side and toss the water on the robe, dampening the flames. The sound of sobbing adds to the confusion and Angela yells, “You stupid idiot! Look what you have done.”

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