** Please Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. While this story is entirely a work of fiction, it is not intended for the faint of heart. Please, if you're not interested in domination-type fantasies, move on to other stories. **
** Also: I'm afraid I can't take full credit for this story. It was written as a joint attempt at a "villian's perspective" tale by myself and one of my friends. Hope you enjoy it. **
I heard the sound of girls giggling. That's when it hit me; I had forgotten to lock the door. I had to lock the door to the boys' lockers every day so that the kids couldn't sneak in and do drugs or steal stuff or something. I was a new coach at the high school, just out of college, and I still had a lot to learn. Today, it seems some silly girls had used the opportunity to run around in the boys' locker room. I came out of my office in the back of the locker room and went to the door. I put in the key and turned the lock...
I went into the room where most of the lockers were, and that's where I found the girls. I recognized them. There were two of them. They were seniors, and I had seen them around before. I had found them both once smoking weed outside the gym and I knew their names. The taller one was called Morgan, and she was blonde with striking blue eyes and nice legs. She was wearing a tight, low-cut sundress that was hemmed a few inches above her knee, clearly testing the school's interest in enforcing the dress code.
She was wrestling atop the changing bench with her friend Caitlin, who was also blonde, although a darker shade, and had green eyes. Both of these girls were considered to be "hippie children," who ran with stoner boys and liked going to concerts and dressing themselves in tie-die dresses and sweatshirts. Caitlin was clearly losing the cat-fight, lying on her back on the bench below Morgan with her arms held above her head. Caitlin also wore a short skirt, which slid promiscuously up her legs as she tried to shake Morgan off. Morgan was straddling Caitlin's body, hiking up Morgan's dress even higher as she tried to keep her friend down.
"Morgan, you bitch! Let me go! We gotta get out of here!" Caitlin said, pleading with her friend as she struggled to break free.
"We're not leaving until I get to punish you." Morgan replied, continuing to fight Caitlin's resistance.
"What are you talking about? We need to go."
"No."
"Let me up."
"No bitch, you're staying on this bench until I do what I want!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
At this point, Morgan looked up, surprised to find me standing there, watching their little tussle.
"You girls are not supposed to be in here." I said, in the authoritative teacher-voice I was still working on. It was tough, as looking at these two senior girls, both of whom I knew to be fairly mature for their age, I felt like I was mostly lecturing my peers and not students that I had control over.
"You should take this little thing outside." I said, trying to encourage them to leave, while standing across the room. Morgan ignored me and kept wrangling her friend, smiling with her lips and shooting me a seductive look. I was entranced by it. Despite her being a student, I realized this blonde disobedient was incredibly beautiful. They both were. And especially with the skirt of her dress riding up as high as it was, exposing those smooth, well-toned legs. She tossed her hair back, and gave me another sexy smile as she looked back down at her friend Caitlin.
"See, we have to go!" Caitlin protested. Morgan managed to hold Caitlin by her wrists, freeing up a hand to explore the rest of Caitlin's body. Morgan slid it down over her cheek, slowly caressing her friend as she kept switching her glance from Caitlin to me, and back down to Caitlin again, beckoning me to follow her fingers down the side of Caitlin's face and neck.
I just stood there, staring at her body, stunned by the effect she was having on me. I traced Morgan's figure with my eyes, following the neckline of her dress down along her chest, her beautiful cleavage obvious as I stared down her top, drooping while she leaned over Caitlin. I could see her bra as it cradled her wonderful breasts, enticing me closer with the shape of her chest and her sexy cleavage. She looked back up and me and followed my eyes to her chest, responding with a cute chuckle.
Morgan's fingers caressed along Caitlin's neck and down her cleavage, lightly pressing into the soft breast of her friend. Caitlin had amazing breasts. They became even more attractive to me when Morgan snapped open the top button of Caitlin's blouse, unleashing her tits from the tight-stretched top. I couldn't believe these girls. Caitlin continued to struggle, making her breasts jiggle and slip slightly further out of her blouse.
"What are you doing, Morgan?!!" Caitlin squealed.
"Hey, are you just gonna stand there staring at me, or are you gonna help me hold this bitch down?" She said to me, in a sexy, inviting tone that was uncontrollably turning me on. She raised the finger she was using on Caitlin and summoned me with it, gesturing for me to come closer. She then took it into her mouth, licked it, sucked on it, and worked it so suggestively I couldn't resist it.
I jumped across the room and knelt next to the bench, grabbing Caitlin's arms and pushing them down.
"What the hell?! Coach?" Caitlin screamed, shocked to find me helping her friend out.
"Thanks, baby..." Morgan whispered, looking down at me from her position over Caitlin. "Hold her, just like that."
Morgan brought her hands down over Caitlin's chest and squeezed Caitlin's huge tits, pulling them out of her blouse. I didn't realize how well-endowed Caitlin really was until Morgan revealed her. She led her finger lower, popping open Caitlin's top as she followed the soft skin of her chest and stomach. I looked down over Caitlin's white bra, watching her nipples harden and poke through it. Caitlin was easily as beautiful as her friend. She had soft, curly, dark blonde hair than came down a few inches beneath her shoulders when she was standing. I held her arms down now with one hand, using the other to fondle that silky hair. She had a pretty face too. I looked into her lovely green eyes and down over her revealed breasts and stomach. I loved every inch I could see of this amazing girl beneath me while I held her down.
"Let me go!!" She pleaded, but I couldn't let her go. I reached below the bench and found one of the jump ropes stored there, then wrapped it swiftly around Caitlin's arms and secured her soundly to the bench. Morgan smiled as she put her hands down onto Caitlin's hips. I grabbed two more ropes and went to the other end of the bench, grabbing one of Caitlin's kicking legs. I tied her leg to the corner post of the bench, stretching it straight against the wood beneath her. I quickly did the same with the other leg, spreading them apart. From my position near the floor I looked up her skirt and stole a peek at those tight white panties.
"Stop it!!! Let me go!" She continued to plead. Morgan climbed off of her and crept down between her legs. I stood back and took stock of the situation. Caitlin was tied down to the bench, her arms above her head and her legs to the corner posts, and she was hopeless. She continued to struggle against her bonds, but the pulling only tightened the knots. Morgan was in a kneeling position on the lower end of the bench, crouched between Caitlin's sexy legs. She drew her hand up into Caitlin's skirt, pulling it up over the hips and revealing the bikini cut panties that fit snug over her crotch.
"What the hell are you doing?! Untie me!" Caitlin demanded, still struggling.
"Hush, baby. It's time for you to get what you need." Morgan whispered, trying to calm her captive friend. Morgan rubbed Caitlin's crotch through her panties, and Caitlin moaned and writhed in response. Morgan slid her hands back up over the hips and grabbed the waistline of Caitlin's panties. She tugged away at them, trying to tear them off, but didn't pull hard enough. I was so hard while watching this whole show, Morgan trying to strip this beautiful young girl, her own ass sticking out from her crouching position.
