The New Principal Ch 21

The next Monday morning I was in the kitchen puttering around and reading the news when there was a very businesslike rat-a-tat on the door.

I opened it to find myself pushed inside with real force.

"Principal Lee, you need to get inside. Has anyone been here?"

She looked agitated.

"Good Morning Kimberly, and how are you?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but this is no joke. Get upstairs and in bed immediately, shoo!"

"Oh, it's like that is it. Well, I think I'm recovered enough for a little fun."

I smiled wide, but Kimberly grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"They're sending a nurse for you. You need to be much much sicker than you are. Go. To. Bed. I'll be up in a sec. I've got to make this look like my mess down here."

Her all-business look was immovable. It started to dawn on me that this wasn't going to be a nice morning romp.

I rushed upstairs, not knowing how much time I had. They're sending a nurse? I supposed this was their way of making sure I really was out of the picture. Whoever 'they' were.

I dragged out my set of pajamas that I never wore and slid into them, putting the clothes I had been wearing back in the dresser. Then I got back into bed.

Then there was nothing I could do but wait. I listened to Kimberly bustling around down in the kitchen for a while, then heard her coming up the stairs.

"Ah, you don't look nearly sick enough. Here. Take this." She handed me a pill and a glass of water.

"What is this?" I hesitated.

"I don't know. Ms Rai gave it to me. She said it would make you a little woozy, and that might help."

"Woozy? How woozy?"

"I don't know! I'm... I'm really a bit frazzled here, just take it, okay? I'm sorry Principal Lee, it's just..."

"When is the nurse going to be here?"

She glanced at her watch and sighed, seeming to relax a little bit. Then she looked at me and the pill I wasn't taking with a stern glance.

"Fine." I popped the pill down and took a long swig of the water. "When is the nurse going to be here?"

"We're actually doing better on time than I thought. Time enough for me to take care of your other treatment." Her nervousness faded a bit as she moved to the bed. "The pill was from Ms Rai, but Ms Lashgari suggested something else to alter your vital statistics."

My mind was still spinning a bit, but I was pleased to see where this was going.

She pulled down the duvet, uncovering me.

"You did lose a bit of weight over the past few weeks, but if I remember right, this," and she pulled down my pajama bottoms, "ah... yes, sir. This looks as healthy as ever."

It seemed that preparing to blow me was calming her down a bit. I wasn't quite hard yet, but she was determined to remedy that situation with a quickness. She dove straight down without any preliminaries and took me in her mouth.

"Ahhh... Kimberly... Aren't you aggressive now? You've gotten a lot better at this..."

I could feel her smile around me at the compliment. Her enjoyment was very real. As if to prove her growing ability, she dipped even further down, causing her neck to swell.

She choked a little bit then pulled back up.

"You're still bigger than I can take, my jaw can just barely stretch wide enough for you." She started licking around the edge of the tip of my cock. "I've been working on Ms Lashgari's toys. You should see all of the stuff she's got. But we really don't have a lot of time here, so..."

And with that we went into overdrive. She cupped my balls and took me into her mouth again.

She sucked hard and squeezed lightly. When I groaned in pleasure, I felt her hum in satisfaction.

She looked up at me with those sparkling green eyes, and kept eye contact as she started pumping over my cock, building a rhythm of sucking and shoving her face back down. I had a bit twinge of nostalgia for the trick. Even though she was clearly having a great time, I felt bad that I couldn't pass on the pleasure I was feeling back to her.

She really was like a cartoon princess. Her eyes just seemed so huge. Her entire face was almost unnaturally adorable. Then there was her flawless porcelain skin, and her kinky red hair, bound up and almost contained in a nice professional updo, was shaking all over as she worked me with a kind of delightful circular motion.

It was just obscene to see such a cute face turned red with exertion as she pounded herself repeatedly down on my big slippery pillar of cock. She was a fantasy of spoiled childhoods, and it was no wonder that she had become the plaything of our little group.

But of course, no cartoon had a body like Kimberly. When she lifted up, tonguing the very tip of me, I could see her breasts bouncing slightly. That's when I noticed that she was back to wearing the severely conservative blouses that she wore when I first met her. But even a substantial bra couldn't completely contain the happy undulation of those perfect tits.

She saw my glance and smiled again, then slipped off me.

"Naughty, naughty, Principal Lee, there's no time for that. Isn't my little mouth enough for you?"

I reached out and grabbed her by the side of the head and guided her back to suck me in.

"You have no idea, Kimberly. I'm nearly there, I just can't resist you, can't... hgnn... can't resist any part of you... ohfu... fuu..."

She smiled and wiggled her ass back and forth to signal how pleased she was by that and by my groans.

I kept my hands on her head as she slid up and down with even more speed and enthusiasm.

Then she was moaning to match me as I flopped down onto my back and gave over to the sensation. Her mouth was getting wetter and sloppier. She pushed deeper than she had before, and the last sensation I remember was a tight constriction on the tip of my penis.

"Ohgod... Ohgod... Kimberly... now... ohfuck... OHFUCK! Ohgodohgod..."

I felt myself fire off into her mouth, multiple shots over what seemed like minutes.

I felt her slurping and swallowing the best she could.

She moaned as she took me all in.

My skin was so sensitive and she kept moving, sliding all over me, up and down, slower and slower.

"Oh, fuck... Kimberly that was so good. Remind me to thank Jennifer..."

With a final gulp she shifted back onto her knees on the edge of the bed.

"And Ms Rai. Like I said, I've been using her toys." She smiled wide, running her hand over her mouth to catch a wayward string of cum. "That was a really nice load. Maybe you are getting healthier."

Then right as she sucked her fingers dry in a dawn-out erotic show for me, the doorbell rang.

In a flash, her adorable wet dream visage slipped back into her professional guise. It was like the blowjob centered her, like it confirmed she had power over her situation. She hopped off the bed and her hands moved expertly to her hair to make sure I hadn't mussed it too much.

She headed to the door, then made a gesture to me to get myself presentable.

I pulled up my pajama pants and was getting ready to pull up the covers, but she darted over to me, ripped my bottoms down and used the sheet to dry off my cock, then snapped the waistband, which cracked down right on my balls.

I squealed in anguish, and her eyes widened in apologetic shock.

But the doorbell rang again, and she darted out of the room, leaving me to pull up my bottoms again and try to arrange myself as an invalid.

I heard her open the door and welcome someone in, then two sets of feet were heading up the stairs.

"I came over just to make him some breakfast and see if he was improving, but I'm afraid he's pretty much the same."

"Well, what he needs more than anything is rest, I'm sure."

Then Kimberly came into the room, leading a middle-aged woman in a very sensible simple outfit.

"Principal Lee, this is Mrs. Agate. The school has hired her on to come and check up on you every so often."

I scooted myself up to put my back against the headboard. I planned on trying to fake a groaning incapacity, but as soon as my head moved above my chest, I felt a not-too unpleasant swimming in my head. I was always a horrible actor, but whatever expression I made must have been more convincing than anything I could have faked.

"Oh, dear, no no no..."

Mrs. Agate moved quickly and efficiently over to the side of the bed and pushed me back down so I was flat on the mattress. That movement again caused the world to swivel rather nicely. I wonder what that pill was.

She sat down on the bed next to me. There was a faint scent of industrial cleaner coming off of her.

"Ms. Adams, I'm afraid you were right. He seems to still be a little off, doesn't he?" There was an odd questioning lilt at the end of that sentence.

With impressive professional competence, she had a thermometer in my mouth and a hand on my wrist in seconds.

"Odd. His pulse is high, but..." She peeled open each of my eyes and looked at them with a little penlight. "Hmm... He didn't have a concussion according to the records, and he wasn't on any medication, was he?"

"Not that I know of... I don't think so." Kimberly was admirably vague.

Then with a lightning-fast move, Mrs. Agate slid her hand under the sheets and into my pants. She grabbed my cock with a cold clinical hand, stroked then squeezed me painfully tight.

I yelped, but the sound came out of my voice strangely.

She ignored my protest and turned back to Kimberly, both her hands now set nicely on her lap.

"Well, he's flushed, has a mild fever, elevated pulse, but seems lethargic, his reactions are not stable, and... Well, it's a lot of little things. I imagine the doctors are in the right of it. He's just going to need a good long recuperation. I'll write all this up and get it back to the hospital. Also, I've brought a week's worth of frozen meals based on the nutritionist's reports."

She paused and looked appraisingly at Kimberly.

"I don't suppose I could ask for you to help out?"

"Oh... certainly... I... ah, Principal Sten is allowing me to come in late if I leave late. I had planned on coming over each day to make breakfast and clean up."

"Hm. Well, it will probably only be for a day or two. I'm sure he could do it himself..." She looked back at me. "Slowly, but he could do it. The more important thing is that he needs to eat everything I've prepared, no leftovers. He's going to need to take in as many calories as he can, but only of the right stuff, otherwise, no recovery! So, you'll need to help him make the meals, but more important is to make sure he finishes it all, every day, every meal."

She was clearly no novice. There's something about a nurse telling you what to do and how, but all this was addressed at Kimberly. I wasn't sure if she was ignoring me because she thought I was too weak or because she thought I was useless.

But I have to admit it was getting a little difficult to focus on what they were saying. I started wondering again what that pill was that Kimberly gave me. It was from Veronica. I had gleaned some hints of her past. She came from a really wealthy family, and I think she had a rebellious phase, but I didn't know if that meant anything involving hard drugs. She hadn't taken anything stronger than a full-bodied red since I'd known her as far as I knew.

I started giggling a little.

These thoughts pulled my mind in strange directions. I started imagining my current Veronica, my hot librarian fantasy, wearing a long skirt, tight corset and a loose thin white blouse. She was sitting on a tall barstool, but then she was wearing a school uniform, not ours, but something out of a fetishist catalogue. There was an obscenely short tartan skirt now, and white hose and garters caressing those heavenly dark-skinned legs. She was still wearing her blouse, but the corset was gone, and the buttons were undone most of the way to her belly. I looked up to her face, that face I'd seen in dreams, in ecstasy, in joy. She had a lollipop in her mouth and she tilted her head coquettishly. But the crowning effect was her hair in two tight pigtails. The cliché was perfect. God, she was hot in anything.

I started to giggle again, but it came out as a groan.

Mrs. Agate's voice wove back into my mind.

"I'm scheduled to come in on Mondays and Thursdays, but if there is any trouble, call me immediately."

They were at the door, heading out.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Agate." I think I said it out loud, but I couldn't be sure.

Kimberly did come back, and that day she did end up feeding me the frozen meals that Mrs. Agate delivered. They were actually delicious, but maybe that was just a side effect of Veronica's pill. I found out a long time ago that I wasn't a good drinker, and now I was discovering that I probably wasn't very good with whatever the hell that was.

The next day, Jennifer showed up with Kimberly. They decided that it was best if I stayed up in the bedroom during the day, just in case there were people watching the house, so Jennifer came up to talk while Kimberly put together breakfast.

"So how are you actually feeling?"

"Pretty good, really. I'm already getting a bit of cabin fever though. I'm not sure how long I'm going to be able to handle this whole charade."

"Well, we're putting some things together. Hopefully it won't be too long, but for now, they need to think you are down. You've actually got the easiest job here. I was given an awful syllabus I have to teach from, and most of my class is so terrified of saying anything wrong, they just don't speak at all. All of Veronica's classes were just outright cancelled, no research class, her maker-space was shuttered, and I'm expecting the library to be closed up any day now."

"I hadn't even thought about any of that. You guys must be miserable."

"That's not even the worst. Poor Kimberly is in middle of it all. She's in the administrative office, but she's had all of her responsibilities taken away. They even took her out of her office. She's back to fetching coffee and filing. She won't say anything about it, but I've never seen her so depressed."

"Oh, Jesus, I can't imagine. We need to get back in there. How are we going to fix all of this?"

"The only way is to get you back in that office. One good thing is that this little coup has shown the true colors of faculty and staff. It's actually heartening how much grumbling I've been hearing. I swear, even some folks who didn't like you at all are bitching about things now. It's not as urgent as it was before you got here, but there will absolutely be a mass quitting at the end of the semester if we can't get things turned around."

"Well, that might be something we could use. Could we take that to the Board of Directors?"

"That's what I was thinking. Kimberly said that most of them seemed to support you pretty strongly, especially Dr. Cline, and she's the chair, and the main one who matters for a lot of reasons. I don't think she would have let Sten take over if she felt there were any other choice."

Kimberly walked into the room with a large bed-tray that had three plates. There were eggs and vegetables and hashbrowns, but there was nothing from the reheated meals from Mrs. Agate.

Kimberly set the tray on the bed. "That's for sure. I remember being a bit surprised about how Dr. Cline backed you. She doesn't change her mind about people like that, so I think she's the one we could approach. But we'll need something more than the threat of losing faculty and staff. If she is going to need to convince the rest of the board to reinstate you, there needs to be something else."

I looked meaningfully at the food in front of us and Jennifer began to dig in.

"Oh, right." Kimberly looked a little embarrassed. "Maybe I shouldn't have fed you that stuff yesterday."

Jennifer swallowed her mouthful of eggs. "It might just be paranoia, but I haven't heard of the hospital doing meals on wheels for patients back home. After the spiked tea thing, I don't think we should be taking too many chances."

"The trick is gone. I'm not sure what they could do to me now."

"Maybe they want you really gone? Or maybe just genuinely sick on a chronic basis. Again, maybe it's paranoia, but the three of us agreed that we're going to get you fresh food and smuggle out the premade ones and toss them in the disposal."

"This seems like so much trouble. I can't be that important."

"You don't know that." Kimberly scolded me. "I've tried to tell you. People saw the changes, and they connect them with you. They liked the things you were doing."

"Oh, and another practical thing. Veronica said to apologize for the pill. Kimberly thought you were hilarious, but getting you stoned is probably not repeatable. I think the best thing now is for you to go nocturnal. When Mrs. Agate comes to visit you should be in deep sleep. That'll make her think you're still out of it."

"That make sense I guess."

"Oh, and Ms Rai also said that at night you should review the videos from your cellar. That way you can watch over the school and look for things that might help us."

"We know the principal's office doesn't have a camera, so I'd focus on following Mr. Grant and looking over the public places. Do a little Rear Window work, ya know?"

After that, we tried to talk about other things, but there was a pall over the meal. Normally, Kimberly would be able to lighten things up with her enthusiasm, but now that Jennifer told me about the way her days were going, I felt that I could see the weariness in her. If I was already getting tired, she must be exhausted.

True to their plan, Jennifer left with some of the meals. She was going straight home to dispose of them before heading in to class. Kimberly had also made some stew for me to have for lunch and dinner.

I thought more about the possibility of the food actually being drugged. We didn't have any good proof, but it made sense that all of the movements against me were coming from the same person or group. If Mr. Grant did spike my tea, then maybe it wasn't so far-fetched that they would get the nurse to deliver drugged food. But we still didn't know what was in the tea. Was it a coincidence that it tripped the trick into overload? What would they get out of having me drugged?

There was just too much we didn't know, but some threads were becoming clearer. We needed to know more about Mr. Grant.

With that in mind, I went to sleep early and set an alarm for ten at night. I didn't sleep particularly well, but I figured it would take a while to get used to the night-owl schedule, and I wanted to be appropriately groggy for Mrs. Agate's visit that Thursday.

When I did wake up, I brewed a full pot of tea and took it down to the creepy camera cave. The concrete bunker feel with the florescent lights really made the squalor shine. If I was going to be spending any time down there, I was going to need to get a rug and something to put on the walls, or something.

Just as Veronica had set it up, the camera system backup had saved the previous day's recording for my perusal.

I figured I would start by looking at the wide angle cameras in the public areas to start with. There probably wouldn't be much to see, but it would give me a chance to reacquaint myself with the system and get a feel for the campus again. After all, it had been a long time since I'd even set foot there.

The first thing I noticed was how empty everything was. There just weren't that many people anywhere. At first, I thought that the video wasn't running, but the time hack at the corner of the screen ticked away. I checked the cafe, but it looked like they shut that down, too. No cashier, no customers, no fresh bread, nothing. I couldn't see the door to the theater, but I was sure they had that closed, too.

Then at about ten minutes before the first class of the day, I saw students flood out of the dorms. They almost looked like they were walking in formation, just lines of students moving with speed, but not running, streaming to the class building. These cameras didn't have sound, but I could tell that no one was even speaking.