"Huhuhuhu ..."
I felt my arms and legs shivering. I shone my flashlight at the source of the voice. The fifth floor's corridor was legendary for its status as a haunted place, though last time I checked it was just my slave Seira.
"Oh, Rein! Ronald!"
Rein and Ronald were twins. They were almost revered as deities thanks to their, admittedly, near superhuman academic skills ... by half the school, that was. The other half hated them for the same reason. Both of them were small; each perhaps 150 cm tall. They had blonde hair and very pale skin (they were albino, I guess).
And they were crying. I approached them. "What happened?" I asked. "Are you okay?"
I noticed bruises on their arms and legs. "Could you walk?" I asked again. "I'll take you to Mrs Wainwright's house. She'll treat you there."
They nodded and stood up. I walked away and they followed. "Who did that to you?" I questioned.
"Cecilia," Rein answered. I nodded; I didn't know that name, but perhaps Mrs Wainwright did. I went to her house, which was just next to school. Rein and Ronald were silent.
"Hello, dear," Mrs Wainwright greeted me a second after I knocked her door. "What brings you here at this time?"
"Rein and Ronald, Mrs. They were beaten."
Mrs Wainwright gasped. "Oh, dear! Here, come in."
Mrs Wainwright treated Rein and Ronald in her bedroom, applying ointment on their bruises. But their wounds were worse than I thought they were; there were several whip marks as well as shallow knife wounds.
"This is not bullying," I reiterated, "it's assault! Who's that Cecilia?"
Mrs Wainwright gasped once more, pinching her forehead. "Cecilia? Cecilia Roxanne? Oh dear, her again."
"Again?"
"Yes. She is Seira's companion, or should I say was. Seira's behaviour improved lately."
"Well, if so, I could definitely ask Seira about that," I said to myself.
The next afternoon, Mrs Wainwright and I was serving lunch to the students when Mrs Wainwright nudged me slightly, pointing at a student. She was very tall and athletic; perhaps at least 180 cm tall. She was brown-skinned and her black hair is cut short. "That is Angel."
"I see."
A few minutes later, Seira and Angel were in front of me, waiting for me to fill their tray. "Yesterday Rein and Ronald escaped somehow," Cecilia said, "hey, Seira, what about this: we invite them to your backyard, then we tie them up and then ..."
"No," Seira replied as I poured gravy over her mashed potatoes.
"What? What do you mean?" Cecilia asked.
"I'm sick of it. I'm sick of bullying others to fulfill my own excitement. I've found my new life."
Lilith looked as if Cecilia had just murdered her. Her mouth was gaping. Seira flashed me a smile. She pointed at herself and raised five of her fingers. Her message read, "my place. Five o'clock."
Seira had bought herself a cottage not too far from her mansion for our activities. Aside from us two, only Amy knew about it. I inserted the key I owned to the key hole. Seira was sitting on the couch with her uniform, watching TV. "Hello, Master," she greeted.
"Oh, you're here already," I replied.
"Yes, Master. What will you do to me today?"
"Hmm ... you still have school tomorrow, so we can't use the BDSM dungeon. I guess we'll do it normally for today."
Seira nodded gracefully. She stripped immediately, revealing a vibe on her clitoris and another in her pussy.
"What a naughty girl," I jeered. "I didn't order it, did I?"
"Yes, Master," Seira bowed her head, "I'm Master's naughty girl. I plugged toys into myself for my own pleasure. Seira is a bad slut." Sometimes even I was taken aback by how submissive Seira had become.
"Come here then, you naughty girl."
Seira laid her body against a table. I grabbed a paddle, spanking her ass.
"Count!"
"One!"
Again. "Two!"
Again. "Three!" Seira's butt was red.
Again. "F-four!"
Again. "F-five!"
"Anything you want to say?"
"T-this slave apologizes for her slutiness."
"One more for good measure." I swung the paddle again.
"S-six!"
I unzipped my pants. "Stay in that position."
"Yes, Master."
I pushed into her pussy, triggering her moans. Her shaved pussy was unbelievably tight, squeezing my cock. I slapped her red ass occasionally.
"Ah! More! Yes!" she moaned.
"How many times you've come?"
"Uh, four, Master!"
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out my cock and handed it to Seira's right hand. She gave me a furious handjob, massaging the bulges of my cock. I spurted my cum on Seira's tiny tits.
"Ha ... ha ..."
I laid myself on a futon in the living room. Seira eagerly climbed on me. "I've had the pill, Master," she said, "so feel free to cum inside." She teased the tip of my cock, scratching it against her clitoris.
"With pleasure," I said. Seira sat on my cock, all of it buried deep inside her.
"O-oooh!" For a while, Seira merely maintained her position, unable to move from pleasure. I slapped her buttcheek lightly.
"I won't cum if you just sit there."
"O-oh, yes." Seira began to rapidly ride my cock, moan after moan expelled from her mouth. "Master ... I will come again!
"Ahn! Me too!"
We simultaneously came. I ejected shot after shot of cum into her womb. Seira collapsed, falling to the futon. "Oh ... so good."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
And suddenly, Cecilia barged in, knocking down the door. She grabbed me by the collar. "What did you do to Seira, huh? THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?"
"Hey!" Seira cried, "hands of him!" Even though she was much shorter and weaker, Seira attempted to push Cecilia away. Cum was still dripping from her pussy.
"Seira!" Lilith shouted. "What is he to you?"
"He's my Master. I'm his sex slave," Seira answered.
Cecilia stared at Seira. "What did he do to you? Did he blackmail you?"
"No!" Seira answered hotly. "He's my Master. That's it. Fuck off!"
"No. I'm calling your parents and-and the police and-"
"Sure, if you want this to get out."
Seira pulled her phone out of nowhere. She showed Cecilia and I a collection of messages. "You bullied him. You were the one who bullied Ben until he had to be hospitalized permanently."
"You ..."
A tense silent followed. "Fine. You win. I won't tell anyone."
"That's not enough," Seira asserted, and I saw in those words a glimpse from her cruel days. "Master, if you want her to give you a blowjob or a titjob ..."
"I'm not doing it with him!" Cecilia furiously refused.
"No, it's okay. But I need you to go to this address tomorrow after school to apologize to your victims," I said, throwing her a piece of paper and devising a plan in my head.
"Fine," Cecilia said begrudingly. She left.
"Where did you tell her to go, if I may ask, Master?" Seira asked.
"Amy's BDSM club," I replied. "Tell me, how many of your schoolmates have she hurt?"
"Almost all of them, Master," Seira said. "But for those she bullies the worst, I think there are about twenty. Most of them are those nerdy boys."
"Use my phone and message them to come to the BDSM club after school. I'll make an appointment with Amy."
Seira nodded submissively. I phoned Amy, who was happy to help (quote: "I hate fucking bullies.").
The next day. Cecilia came.
"What the fuck is this place? A BDSM dungeon?"
"Exactly," I said. "What? Do you think you'll get away with a verbal apology? You'll pay with your body."