Disclaimer - All characters are above the age of 18.
I walked to the girl's washroom and went inside. There were a few other girls too, as is expected right after school.
I recognised Shreya among them, and she shot me a cold glare. Unbothered, I went inside one of the stalls and sat on the toilet, waiting for the other girls to leave. I really needed them to leave, most importantly Shreya.
I'm not letting her know any of my shenanigans ever again after what she did last time to me on her 19th birthday. I down my panty just to make those girls think I'm peeing. And with the tap, I make a peeing sound.
God the things I gotta do to convince those girls I'm being normal.
Slowly the sound of their voices becomes distant and finally ends. I get out of the stall and look out the main door. The noise of students in the hallway has also died down. It's almost as if I'm alone in the school. I hear a pair of footsteps. Knowing who it is, I feel giddy and go back in.
I sit in the farthest stall, waiting. Suddenly, I hear the door swing open. I feel an unreal presence in the room.
It's a boy.
He shuts the main door tightly. He even fastens the top bolt. I cry internally, knowing that due to my short stature the top bolt would be out of my reach.
He walks around. Looking at the cleanliness of the girl's washroom. He inspects the wash basins, the soap dispensers and the female urinals. Then he comes to the stalls. My heart starts to beat faster and I start shaking out of fright. He looks into each stall. One by one, each stall is examined by him, searching for any girls. With each passing second, my heart beats faster and I sweat profusely.
Soon, he enters the stall adjacent to mine. I take my chances, and bust out the door! I catch a glimpse of him, and confirm to my satisfaction, that it was who I expected, Asam. He gives a wicked smile at me and starts chasing me. I run faster and try to open the door. The handlebar bolt opens immediately, but the problem that remains now is the upper bolt. I try my best to reach it, going as far up as on my toes, but it still isn't in my reach. I jump up and grab it, and pull on it as hard as I can. It does not give way immediately, and slowly moves with each tug.
So close to freedom, but then I feel two long arms wrap around me, and pull me back with no difficulty. One of the hands covers my mouth while the other pushes the bolt back into it's closed state. I feel like I've lost, and want to scream as loud as I can, and punch him as hard as I can, but all I can do now is just wait and watch as he has me in his clutches, and drags me to the washbasin.
Asam sits me down on the washbasin, with both of my hands still in his hold. His eyes were boring directly into my soul. He leaned forward and kissed me. I could feel his heartbeat. He was also too nervous and excited about what was going to happen. I close my eyes and try to free my hands to hold him, but he's not letting up. Instead, he moves his free hand up and down my back, and his touch sends goosebumps down my spine. He moved his hand closer to my butt, and held my right buttock. He felt it around for some time, all the while leaving me shaking with his touch. He then stopped suddenly. I opened my eyes, and his angry eyes met my gaze. He broke off from the kiss and his free hand went under my skirt.
Oh shit! I now remember!
He grabs hold of my panty and pulls on it. As it is, I am in a sitting position, and it would be hard to pull them out. Still, he's not having any of that, and pulls it out. I let him slide my panty out of my legs, and he holds it up.
"What, did I tell you when we talked about doing it here?" His voice thundered, or atleast he tried to make it sound thundering.
I gulped and said in a low voice, "Sorry sir, you said no underwear allowed..."
In a mocking tone, he replied, "I can't hear you. Say it out loud."
I took a few deep breaths and said it again. He again told me to say it louder. This continued on. With each word, my heart sank even more. On the third try, I practically shouted, "SORRY SIR, YOU SAID NO UNDERWEAR ALLOWED!"
He was silent for a moment. If someone was outside, even they could have heard what I said. I covered my mouth, and was prepared to get shouted at for shouting. Instead, Asam said, "That's correct, girl."
I breathed a sigh of relief. He then gazed at my chest. He unbuttoned the first button. This time however, I wasn't scared. He unbuttoned my shirt and saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. "Well, atleast you knew the rule." What really happened was that coming to school, I was almost spotted by Shreya without my panty in my dorm. So I quickly put on my panty without further ado. For being braless, I put on the school coat as well. It was pretty embarrassing being the only one in class wearing the school coat and sticking out like a sore thumb, but it beat letting anyone see me braless. My nipples were perky the minute I left my dorm.
Well, coming back, Asam then kissed me again. As he did, his hand slid into my skirt again, and groped my pussy. I instantly started breathing heavily. His hand explored me, and soon he began to finger me. I was wet now, and adjusted my skirt so that it won't get wet. He continued to fiddle with my pussy, and soon I began to moan. My tongue explored his mouth as we kissed, but his hand explored my privates. He broke off, to look down. I was dripping like a tap.
He took my panty, and wiped my juices with it. He got up and kissed me again, before putting his thumb finger into my mouth. I clasped my lips around it, but he instead said, "Open your mouth, wide." I looked down, and kept my lips clasped still. He sighed. He inserted his index too into my mouth, and though I tried to resist it, he was victorious without an effort.
With two fingers in my mouth, he pushed them apart and pried my poor mouth open. I tried to bite him or anything, but nothing goes. He picked up the panty with his other hand, rolled it into a small ball, and pushed it into my mouth. He stuffed it deeper, such that my tongue was always in contact. Infact, it was so deeply stuffed that I could close my teeth around it, and it would appear mostly normal to anyone around! I turned around and looked at my face in the mirror. Like this, no one could tell I had a panty in my mouth. But God was it horrible! I could taste myself, but it was not something good. I wanted to spit it out, but then Asam produced some paper tape out of nowhere, and put a big strip on my lips, sealing them close. I was so angry at him, but also equally helpless. He checked to see if I could still breathe comfortably, and adjusted the tape accordingly. He left go of my hands, and disappeared into my skirt.
However, now, even with my hands free, I didn't try to take out the panty. I was too turned on to think rationally. Under my skirt, Asam began to go down on me. I cooed in pleasure as his tongue flicked against my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He licked my clitoris, drawing circles around it with his tongue. And with that, I was ecstatic. I hummed out, and touched myself. My legs were shaking.
Suddenly, he plunged a finger into my pussy. Not only that, he pushed towards the front of my crotch instead of inside, which was uncomfortable for me and I had to get up on my tiptoes to avoid the uncomfortable feeling. I screamed out and my entire body was twitching. It was as if he was balancing me on his finger. But he still kept on licking me. I was locked between pain and pleasure.
I loved it! It brought me closer and closer to orgasm! I was so close, it was almost beginning! But then Asam pulled back. He stopped licking and pulled out his finger, basically stopped stimulating my pussy. I got denied. My pussy muscles spasmed a little before they also quieted down without an orgasm. All that sexual tension was still in me. I got furious, really fucking furious. Asam came out from under me and my first instinct was to slap him real hard.
I so wanted to scream at him, but with my gag all I could do was shout at him in a muffled manner. He recovered quickly from my slap. My imprint was clear on his face. But he didn't get angry. Instead he simply stood up. He took hold of my slapping hand, and his composure unnerved me so much that I didn't even react to him taking control again. He held both my hands, and raised them above my head. He then bent them downwards towards the back of my neck. He picked up the paper tape and securely tied my hands behind my head. I nodded in disagreement, trying to say sorry, but he was not listening. He then removed the tape from my mouth and pulled out my panty, which was now wet with my saliva as well.
I instantly tried to apologise, but he was stern, yet calm. He accepted my apology, but he pinched my left cheek. It wasn't paining at first, but soon enough it started to hurt and he wasn't stopping. I didn't dare to stop him at all.
As far as I knew, this was a punishment, and I like it when he doesn't give me a choice. Even if I don't like it, the fact that he does makes me like it. Although it's common for me to personally like what he likes.
