The Headmistress's Punishment (Preview!)

Here's the first snippet from Dirty, Filthy Fantasies #2.  It sets the stage for the rest of the story and has some voyeuristic action to boot. Enjoy and let me know what you think. :)  

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Act One: Caught on Crystal

“My parents are going to disown me,” Liam muttered into the silence. “When they hear I’ve been expelled from the Academy, they’ll toss me out on the street. I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t know where I’ll go!”

“You won’t have to go anywhere,” Keldrys replied bitterly. “You’re the firstborn son of a wealthy family, and more importantly you’re human. Someone will give you a job, and eventually your parents will come around.” He scoffed. “If I get expelled, the Archmage himself will kick me out of Highwind. No one in this city will take pity on a dark elf!”

“Can the two of you stop whining for one bloody second?” Sadira growled at them. “I told you, everything will be fine after tonight. We just need to sit here and be patient.”

She shook her head and brushed a wayward lock of brown hair out of her eyes. The three apprentices were perched on the third floor of the library here at the Highwind Academy, just high enough that they could stare down at the lower level without being spotted themselves. If her instincts were right, the Academy Headmistress—a haughty high elf named Telanya—would be arriving at any moment. Sadira and her friends would then be able to confront their teacher in private and beg for a chance to retake their final trials. Telanya wouldn’t listen, of course—she was, without a doubt, the biggest cunt Sadira had ever met—but hopefully they wouldn’t have to rely upon the Headmistress’s mercy. Liam had brought along a memory crystal to record the conversation, and with a little luck and lot of cleverness the three of them might be able to trick Telanya into saying something embarrassing. Afterwards, they could threaten to show the crystal to the Archmage or the city council if the Headmistress still refused to give them a passing grade. 

It was a longshot, to say the least. But it was also the only chance they had left. 

Sadira repressed an anxious sigh. She and her friends were all fourth-year students, but none of them were particularly skilled with magic. Liam was the son of a city councilor, and his continued mediocrity was an unending source of shame for an otherwise well-respected family. Keldrys was a dark elf, a rare sight in Highwind or anywhere else on the surface, but the Archmage had taken pity on him and allowed him to enroll in the Academy. If he didn’t pass his trials, however, the more racist members of the city council—which was to say, virtually all of them—would demand he be banished back into the underworld. 

Then there was Sadira herself. She had an easier time than Keldrys, but not by much—half-elves were as scorned in this city as any other “hybrid.” She had been forced to pay her own way into the Academy, largely by spreading her legs for drunken sailors at the brothel. If she couldn’t figure out a way to get her official mage certification, she would back on her knees by the end of the week. 

“Even if she does show up, this isn’t going to work,” Keldrys said after a moment. His red eyes were narrowed into thin slits, and his arms were folded defiantly across his chest. “Do you honestly believe anyone on the city council will care what she calls us?”

“No, but the Archmage will,” Sadira said, shifting in place and eventually crossing her legs. Her Academy uniform—a sleeveless blue blouse and matching skirt—were remarkably uncomfortable, even compared to the suffocating corsets and high heels she’d worn day in and day out at the brothel. “He gave you a chance when no one else would. Do you really think he’ll approve of his wife calling you a ‘gray dog?’ Or calling me a ‘half-breed whore?’”

Keldrys shrugged. “I think she’ll have to say a lot worse for him to give a damn. I mean, he did just marry her. He must know what she’s like.”

“He knows that he’s a sixty year-old human man with a wilting pecker, and she’s a beautiful high elf who’s apparently willing to fuck him anyway.” Sadira grunted. “Look, he still has to care about her public imagine, especially if she’s going to take his job when he retires. Giving a few students a passing grade seems like a small tradeoff.”

“I hope you’re right,” Liam said. “And I really hope she doesn’t just turn us into toads the moment we suggest—”

“Quiet,” Keldrys warned, his long gray ears perking up. “Someone’s coming.”

A few seconds later, Sadira heard the unmistakable clicks of the Headmistress’s heels on the stone floor. Telanya appeared beneath them a few minutes later, still wrapped in the same hip-hugging light blue dress she had worn to class earlier in the day. Liam and Keldrys both gasped softly when they saw her, and their cocks probably stiffened beneath their robes. Not that Sadira could blame them. Telanya might have been an arrogant, frosty bitch, but she was also one of the most gorgeous and elegant women in Highwind. 

Like most high elves, she was taller and slimmer than the average human female with high, stately cheekbones and flawless white skin. She tucked her long golden hair back in a tightly-braided ponytail that dangled halfway down her back, though her movements were so graceful and measured it barely even swished back and forth when she walked. Her blue eyes glowed ever-so-faintly, and her pouty lips were the perfect shade of red without a single trace of lipstick. The most arresting thing about her—in Sadira’s mind, at least—were her long, slender legs and the high heels encasing her feet. The shoes were probably worth more than most laborers made in six months, and thanks to her natural elven dexterity Telanya could effortlessly balance on the five-inch heels even while descending steps. 

Every male student at the academy had been desperate to fuck her since she’d moved to Highwind last year. Sadira wanted to fuck her too, if for entirely different reasons. The thought of such a powerful, regal woman quivering beneath a lowborn half-elf was enough to slicken Sadira’s quim. 

“All right,” she whispered. “We might as well get this over with.”

Keldrys frowned. “Someone else is coming now. A man, I think.”

Sadira shared a confused glance with Liam. They hadn’t expected anyone else to be here. Most of the students were already in bed, and the whole reason Telanya had come to the library this late was so she could quietly work on her research…

A few heartbeats later, the second figure stepped into view. Sadira instantly recognized him as Boldruk, a half-orc who worked as one of the Academy’s night watchmen. He was yet another mongrel the Archmage had taken pity on—the only reason the brutish thug even had a job was thanks to his natural ability to see in the dark. 

“Is he going to scold her for breaking in after hours?” Liam asked softly.  

Sadira leaned in closer to the railing as Telanya pivoted around to face the half-orc, her lips curling in a rare smile. She whispered something unintelligible, and Boldruk grinned in return. 

“Is she being nice to him?” Keldrys asked. “She’s never nice to anyone!”

Sadira gestured for silence and continued watching, genuinely intrigued. Telanya treated everyone with contempt, especially half-breeds and lowborn. What could they possibly be saying to each other? Boldruk took another step forward until he was looming over her, but Telanya didn’t seem scared and he didn’t seem angry. It didn’t make any sense. 

“What are they…?”

Before Sadira could finish the sentence, the burly half-orc abruptly lunged forward, grabbed Telanya in his arms…and kissed her. 

“Escar’s mercy,” Liam breathed, his mouth falling open. 

Sadira couldn’t even bring herself to gasp. For several long, dizzying seconds, she refused to believe what she was seeing. It was impossible. It was unthinkable. 

The haughty Headmistress of the Highwind Academy, wife of the Archmage and one of the most esteemed women in the city, was having an affair with a half-orc mongrel. 

“Record this,” she breathed.

Liam did a double take. “What?”

“Get your crystal!” Sadira snapped. “Record this. Now!”

He hesitated for a moment, still in shock, before he dug into his pouch and retrieved the memory crystal. It activated soundlessly, and Sadira glanced back down to the show below just as it was getting more interesting. The Headmistress hadn’t wasted any time—she had already squatted down in front of Boldruk, and her hands expertly reached into his trousers and freed his enormous green cock. 

“Nau’shevi,” Keldrys muttered. 

Sadira had no idea what he said, but she nodded anyway. Watching their teacher kiss an orc was strange enough, but watching her give his cock a tongue-bath was downright surreal. Telanya lathered the tip and the shaft with the skill and vigor of a high-priced whore, and a few minutes later she started easing him between her lips. Boldruk grinned, his tusks glinting in the dim light as he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and took control. 

Telanya’s highborn throat wasn’t large enough to take in his full length, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Her blue eyes widened with lust every time he thrust deeper, and whenever he pulled out to give her a respite she smiled up at him with the unbridled joy of a child playing with a new toy. If Sadira didn’t know better, she would have assumed the Headmistress had been replaced by a doppelganger. Every move she made was more out of character than the last. 

Sadira eventually pulled her eyes away long enough to glance back at her friends. Unsurprisingly, the boys were barely able to contain their lust. They had both shifted position as their cocks grew inside their trousers, and Liam was clenching the railing so tightly his knuckles had gone white. If she weren’t around, she had no doubt that they would already be stroking their cocks. 

She grinned at the thought. A part of her was tempted to help them out, especially Liam. The poor kid had been clumsily trying to get beneath her skirt ever since their first class together. His parents didn’t even want him to be friends with a “half-elf gutter whore,” but he had always been sweet to her. While he wasn’t technically a virgin—Sadira knew for a fact that he’d fucked a few debutantes at the various noble balls—he was still painfully inexperienced. The look on his face when she’d told him she liked fucking men and women had been priceless. 

Keldrys was a different story entirely. He’d spent the better part of the last century in the underworld being beaten and humiliated by the priestesses of the Spider Queen. While he was still a young man by elven standards, he probably had more sexual experience than everyone else in this city combined. His fantasies about Telanya were probably more about seeing her as a stand-in for all the other domineering women who had controlled his life. 

“Please tell me the crystal is working,” Sadia whispered. 

“It’s on,” Liam assured her. He still couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his teacher gorging herself on orc cock.  

“You boys can tug yourselves if you want, I don’t care,” Sadira said, grinning. “This is so fucking hot…”

She made a show of reaching beneath her skirt and sliding her panties down to her knees. Grinning again, she gradually slipped a finger into her quim and shifted her attention back to the show down below. 

“I always knew she was a slut—any woman who is that much of a cunt always loves taking it up the ass,” Sadira said. “Now come on, you dumb orc. Choke her with your—”

“Quiet,” Keldrys scolded. “Her ears can hear better than ours.”

“Not over the sound of her own gagging.”

He glanced back down as Boldruk began slamming his cock in Telanya’s mouth more forcefully. They all watched intently, fully expecting the brutish orc to unload down her throat at any minute, before he unexpectedly released his grip on her head and let her sink back on her haunches. Telanya smiled, her perfect ruby lips glistening with spittle, before he abruptly grabbed her by the sides and flung her up onto the nearby desk. 

The half-orc didn’t waste any time unwrapping his prize. He unfastened the lone halter strap behind her neck and allowed the top of her dress to fall off her shoulders, exposing her modestly-sized but deliciously perky elven tits. He sucked them into his mouth one after the other, all while simultaneously pushing up her skirt and positioning his spit-sodden cock at her smoldering quim. Telanya’s delighted moans echoed across the library while her impossibly long legs wrapped around Boldruk’s waist. Her heels looked even sexier dangling helplessly in the air…

“What are you waiting for?” Sadira whispered as she furiously rubbed her clit. “Fuck her already!”

He did. Boldruk slammed into Telanya with a bestial grunt, knocking several books off the desk. She leaned backwards and closed her eyes, her braided blonde ponytail hanging down to the floor. The orc fucked her so roughly, so brutally, that if not for her cries of ecstasy, a random observer would have assumed he was raping her. His thick hands eventually clamped around her throat and squeezed, all while her long, painted nails dug into the green flesh on his back. 

Sadira braced one of her hands against the railing as a climax shuddered through her. She felt the eyes of her friends watching her, and the thought only made her cum harder. Shortly after she came down, Boldruk unleashed a feral roar and pulled his cock free mid spurt. He blasted Telanya’s stomach and tits with his searing hot seed, and once he was finished she promptly leaned forward to clean the head with her mouth. 

“That should be more than enough,” Sadira said, leaning back from the railing and signaling for the boys to do the same. She felt even worse for them now—a stiff breeze probably would have made both of them explode in their trousers. It took an enormous amount of willpower for her to resist the urge to help them out. She hadn’t felt a cock throbbing in her hands for over a year, and apparently she missed it more than she realized.

“By the gods,” Liam breathed, shuffling uncomfortably as he retrieved the memory crystal. “If the Archmage sees this…I can’t imagine what he’ll do.”

“The Archmage, the city council…either way, she’ll be ruined,” Sadira said, smiling. “They may not care about casual racism, but I guarantee they’ll care about this.”

Keldrys grinned darkly. “Then finally have what we need, then, don’t we? Passing a few mediocre students seems like a small price to pay for saving your marriage and career.”

“Too small—you need to think bigger,” Sadira said, smiling back. “Something as damning as this deserves a better payment. We already know she’s having an affair with the night watchman. Maybe she’ll enjoy having an affair with a few of her students, too.”

Liam blinked. “You don’t mean…”

“Why not? We all have needs. Passing our trials is important, but the two of you also need to drain those cocks of yours.”

Keldrys’s red eyes glimmered. “And what about you, abbil? What do you need?”

“I just want to see that haughty bitch get the punishment she deserves,” Sadira said, chuckling softly and twirling the crystal in front of her eyes. “And she will, as long as you both do exactly what I say…”