Swirling Depravity: Prologue

First bit of actual content getting published on the Patreon page. 

This is the official beginning of Swirling Depravity, starting with this opening prologue of volume one. Hope you'll enjoy your read and please feel free to comment. Feedback is always appreciated. 

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Prologue

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SCHOOL FOR ADULTS, THUNDER FALLS, CANADA

Professor Annabelle Dee

The end of the afternoon was already far away from us. It was now the evening, the clock on the wall of my classroom stared at me. Its needles were looking down upon me, laughing at me as it turned seven o'clock, PM.

Overtime, again tonight. I then sighed, alone. But, at least, today was a good day. Everything was fine for the most part. The students of my class... I mean, my young friends have been awesome today. Great guys…

They worked well and listened to me. Hum... They didn't listen to me all the time, to be honest, but they did better today than I could ever hope for. I didn’t know many other school teachers who actually get happy from only seeing their students.

I loved mine. I always loved young students and seeing those learning new things, but teaching adults was something considerably different. Both were amazing to me but starting to teach to adults changed my career for the better.

It made me look at things differently. For some reason, it made me so happy to be surrounded by young adults and to see them choose the paths they were going to take for their futures. Of course my life was not and never was only centered on teaching...

For example, this evening, I couldn’t wait to go back home after work. My schedule for the rest of the day was already planned, right after supper I would work on my upcoming online videos.

I had my own online channel with a particular theme, a subject that was my number one passion in the world... Swords and other close range weapons of that nature. I grew up loving swords and sword fighting.

My dad taught me to fight with them when I was only eleven. Since then, I kept this as my ultimate passion. My series of online videos mainly consisted of me un-boxing and reviewing prop swords as well as real swords.

I promise, I am not a dangerous person. I’m someone who pretty much always considered sword fighting an art. Right after my dad shared this passion of his, it also turned into my passion as well.

Right around that time, I quickly got into fencing. I even won a couple local tournaments before finally choosing to pursue teaching after getting a bit older.

While practicing fencing was a major personal hobby in life. It was also a very private, even secret, part of it. During the day, I was a teacher, and at night, a swordfighter.

I never hoped to get too political about this, not my thing really. But while our country didn’t had tons of problems concerning weapons, compared to other places in the world. My secret passion brought me somewhere I never expected to go when I was younger.

In order assure my own protection, I nearly always brought a weapon with me when leaving home. Yes… even when I was at work, teaching at the school for adults here in town.

Not to defend myself against my own students, of course. But, rather to protect them in case if something happen. We never know. Keeping in mind my passion and long training with swords — it is obvious that I was not carrying a gun with me. I never carried a gun on me.

I never believed in guns. I hated them. No, I was carrying a blade on me. Right now, I had one hidden somewhere on my body. A blade so short it was perfect to hide. It was as sharp and dangerous as the tooth of a white shark.

Most of the time, this dagger was placed between my pair of fat breasts. It was hidden between my tits, comfortably sleeping inside its scabbard. But today was slightly different.

My dagger was attached on the exterior side of my right leg.

Effectively hidden underneath my dark pantyhose, ready for me to grab if need ever came up.

Despite all those elements that I guess, gave me a tough side to my personality, I knew deep down that I was also fragile inside. It killed me to admit it to myself, but I was far from being perfect. I was fragile, emotionally.

Since I lived so far away from my family and that I didn’t had tons of friends here in town… I felt lonely sometimes… It’s funny; my ex-teenage boyfriend always told me I had the perfect body to be popular person. I never was one.

That particular ex-boyfriend was completely stupid; it was a total mistake for me to go out with him as a teenager. But, yeah, he told me many times that I could have as many friends and lovers as I ever dreamt of.

This was one of the main reasons he was such a dumbass, the people who actually use their body to make friends are morons, plain and simple. Although, I admit that without behaving like a narcissistic or fool person, I might have had a pretty good body to be popular girl as a teenager…

I would definitely not say the same thing now as an older woman, of course… But being a blonde girl with big tits could have made me a damn popular girl during high school if I didn’t hide my breasts under large and thick sweaters.

I also kept trying to hide my long hair by tying it. I now remember this same stupid ex-boyfriend once told me that I was almost a ‘perfect babe’ for him. The only thing missing for him was apparently the right color of my eyes. He wanted them blue, of course…

What a fucking jerk! Everything was coming back to me now. I realized how much of a cretin he was. Anyway, so, during my teenage years, I guess I was a cute little blonde girl, with huge tits and brown eyes.

Now, as an adult, I am a proud blonde teacher with yes, still have huge tits and brown eyes.

Thinking about them right now, I could feel my nipples getting harder and a lot bigger as the whole classroom itself progressively felt colder. I could feel it; the room was getting colder and colder. How weird?

Okay, alright, my own body was sending a message. I needed to be done with work tonight soon, like super soon. Because I kept feeling hornier and hornier as the time passed. No, I was not expecting anyone at home tonight except for my sex toys.

But, it was enough for me, right now. Oh gosh, I kept feeling so aroused only thinking about soon being alone in my apartment and being able to pleasure myself. I could not wait.

Around seven thirty PM I finally had finished doing all of my paperwork, everything was ready for tomorrow. The new lessons for the students and the rest of the things I'll have to show them are ready.

My breasts bounced around — from my left arm to my right one as I circled around my desk — piling stacks of papers together. Each time I would do overtime, I would feel lonely for sure, but sometimes I felt better being alone.

For example, when my large tits would accidentally move in the air as I would walk or change position. Something strange to me. I've pretty much always been shy being in public and to have people actually be seeing my boobs bouncing around.

Especially my students. I grabbed my handbag and quickly got ready to put on my coat. I was excited to leave the school. But just when I was about to put my coat around my shoulders I suddenly heard something from outside the classroom.

A really weird noise…

It was pretty loud too. I stopped putting my coat on, dropped my bag on my desk and instead ran outside the room, opened the front door and took a sneak peek in the hallway. Nothing… I could not see anything outside the classroom.

''Is someone there?''

No response at all. After a few seconds I came back inside to get my handbag back. But something was obviously off as I entered back inside the room. Something had changed, the ambiance wasn't the same.

I ventured myself up to the middle of the room, surrounded by a couple of student's desks. I then stopped walking or moving for the most part. Only my eyes moved from left to right, analyzing the place…

The odd noise came back to my ears.

A slimy sound…

It filled the audio inside the classroom. A couple drops of transparent liquid fell off from the ceiling. I then discovered that I was no longer alone as my head raised up to the source of the dripping drops of liquid.

Several giant tentacles fell down from the ceiling and charged at me.

They grabbed me as I was never able to escape, struck up with the desks. One single different tentacle for each of my limbs— for both of my arms and my legs…

One even spun around my body and grabbed me by my belly— lifting me from the floor. I screamed but no one ever came to help me. The tentacles made me their prisoner, holding me in place against the surface of the ceiling.

As the four tentacles were lifting me in the air—I desperately attempted to reach my hidden dagger on the side of my leg. Sadly, I soon realized those monsters were holding my arms way too high in the air.

Both of my arms were forced to float over my head. Both of my arms were forced to touch the ceiling. It was as if those creatures wanted me to stick to the ceiling, or even get through it.

‘’Ugh— If only I could reach my dagger…’’ I whispered to myself.

Suddenly— I heard loud and cold footsteps in a distance— coming very far in the hallway.

Someone was walking toward my position…

I moaned a lot as I was trying to fight back against the tentacles. I kept trying to reach my dagger, over and over again…

All my efforts paid off. My strength helped me get closer to my goal. Fighting the two tentacles that were holding my arms up in the air ended up being kind of successful.

I fought so hard against the two tentacles, especially the one keeping my right arm in hostage. That I successfully succeeded to move down my arm a little… A small victory…

Finally— I was able to move my right arm, lower and lower… Inch by inch…

In the end… the fingers of my right hand were only a few inches away from the dagger hidden from the creatures underneath my pantyhose. I was about to reach it… All my efforts seemed to be about to pay off…

But, it was not enough… I was so close, but I couldn’t reach my dagger just yet.

‘’Umm… Come on… Come on… Blade… Come to me…’’

Two additional tentacles appeared from the shadows of the hallway and jumped at me. They jumped at my chest. They soon grabbed my big tits that were hanging in the air through the science of gravity.

They pulled both of my boobs out of my blouse and exposed them. My tits were free, they were naked. The two tentacles played with them for a bit. They mainly rubbed themselves against my now harder than ever nipples.

‘’No… Please stop… Stop this…’’

The sound of the footsteps kept getting closer and closer.