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 Author: SmilingWithSin
Title: SmilingFantasies - HWA: Isabelle's Story Part 2
Part: Chapter 2
Universe: Trials at Harlwood Academy
Summary: Isabelle is a pretty fourteen year old, attending to the
prestigious Harlwood
Academy.  However, Harlwood holds a dark secret.  Can she escape from a

school populated by geniuses?  Keywords: m/f, M/f, ped, sad, rape, hum

   Trials at Harlwood Academy - Isabelle's Story

   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION.  All characters in this story
were created by
the author and are not intended to represent real people.  Any

resemblance to real people or events is an unintentional coincidence.  The
author of this story does not support the actions that take place in this
story.  Abuse, humiliation, rape, torture, and molestation of a minor (or
anyone for that matter) are wrong.  This story is a FANTASY and it is not
intended to be taken out of context.  It was created for the sole purpose
of the indulgence of intellectual and sexual fantasies without causing harm
to anyone or anything.

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   Chapter 2 - Mr.  Peter Strambord

   The rest of the night passed with Isabelle rather desperately trying to
shut out the scene around here.  For several more hours she could hear the
sounds of the boys brutalizing their fellow students.  By the time the
"ceremony" finally broke, it must have been nearing daybreak.  At last, the
bonds holding Isabelle to her post were release, and she slumped forward
into her releasers arms.  It turned out to be Sarah and Hailey who had
finally free her.  She glanced at them for a moment, before turning away in
disgust.  She struggled against them for a moment, before she realized that
she couldn't feel her feet or her hands.  Her circulation had been severely
cut off during the night, and hours spent on the post left her unbalanced.
So she grudging accepted the aid of her roommates, as the gathering slowly
dispersed.  The room was, predictably a terrible mess.  But Isabelle didn't
care.  She didn't say a word, the horrific events just played through her
mind over and over again.  Miranda's cries of pain stuck in her head like
little needles.

   The two girls lay the redhead on her mattress once they were back to
their room.  For a long time the room was deadly silent.  Sarah and Hailey
were barely even noticed by Isabelle as she suddenly began to sob into her
pillow.  How could any of this have happened?  She thought, None of this
makes any sense.  I just want to go home.  Her thoughts were interrupted by
the sound of Sarah clearing her thought.  "I'm sorry, Isabelle.  " her
voice was touched by a genuine sorrow, "I wish I could say that we didn't
know."

   "Just leave me the fuck alone.  I can't believe you two didn't even warn
me!" Isabelle cried out into her pillow.  Her face was flushed red with a
renewed anger and mixed with the agony of her disbelief.  "How the hell can
anyone even get away with that?!" Her face was buried once more, her sobs
muffled in down.

   "It's just the way it is.  None of us have a choice here Isabelle."
Hailey's voice was touched with a slight annoyance.  "You think any of us
wanted this to happen?  I never wanted to be some whore for a bunch of
horny teenage boys.  But what the hell can I do about it?  Matthus just has
too much fucking control."

   "Why the hell doesn't anyone go to the authorities or something?  It
isn't as if we don't get to go home for the summer!" Isabelle was still
furious; none of this was making any sense.  "Any why not just tell the god
damn professors?!  They can't be supporting this!"

   "Don't be stupid.  You have no idea what Matthus is capable of.  Last
night was just his idea of some fun.  He's a psychopath!  He's had people
killed, Isabelle.  And forget talking to the professors.  They prefer to
stay clueless.  Matthus is their golden boy, he could burn the fucking
school down and they'd just pat him on the back for a job well done.  They
don't need us when they've got his father's money.  I wouldn't be surprised
if they knew what was going on and just chose to ignore it."

   Isabelle felt like she had swallowed a bug.  Killed?  She tried not to
let the news destroy her vigor, but it certainly didn't help her.  "Come
on! There are twenty-six girls here!  And you're telling me not one of them
has a cell phone they can just call 911 on?  If anyone knew what was
happening here they'd have the army surrounding this place in no time!"
Isabelle turned to face her roommates then.  Hailey was leaning against the
wardrobe and Sarah had curled up on her bed, hugging her pillow to her
chest as she watched the heated exchange.

   "Doesn't work...Matthus had one of his little computer genius buddies
block out incoming transmissions, you can't get a signal on campus.  I
don't even think radio works.  As far as I know there is only one working
phone on the campus, and that's in the Dean's office.  Besides, the last
girl that was caught trying to get into the Dean's office ended up getting
it pretty bad." Hailey shuddered then, "Matthus must stay up late at night
just dreaming up ways to hurt us.  The beatings aren't even the half of
what he's capable of."

   "What about running for help?  I mean I know the school is remote, but
we're smart.  We can find our way.  We can't be that far from a town or a
house or something." Isabelle's fury had died down somewhat, and was
quickly being replaced by helplessness.  "There has to be something we can
do."

   Hailey was about to speak, when Sarah suddenly sat up.  Her fingers were
clenched tightly into her pillow and she was practically shaking.  "Shut
up! Just shut up, Isabelle!" The small Asian girl shouted over the top of
her pillow.  She looked meek hiding behind it, but the anger in her face
was undeniable.  "You think you're the only one who doesn't like what's
happening here?  You think we haven't tried to do something before?  I
tried to climb over the fence once.  It was after the ceremony.  I was the
one he picked last year.  Miranda had it light.  Matthus tortured me in
front of everyone.  He...he raped me, like Miranda.  But he didn't stop
there.  After he was finished, he tied my hair to the legs of a chair. 
Then he paraded me around the room on my hands and knees dragging the
chair. He'd stop it sometimes and force me to keep moving until I nearly
screamed from the pain on my scalp.  And each time it fell over, he picked
it up, dragged me over it, and beat me with a yardstick.  And then he'd
start again!  Later, the boys thought it would be fun to see how wide they
could get my anus to stretch.  I passed out from the pain before they even
finished." The rage wasn't quite gone from Sarah's features, but rather it
was diminished by the hollow look in her eyes.  "I tried to run a week
later.  I made it to the fence, but you can't climb it.  It's wrapped in
razor wire at the top, and it's curved inward and outward so that you can't
scale it from either side.  I tried everything I could to get over, but it
wasn't long before they found me.  God, I paid for being so stupid.  I
thought the ceremony was bad...but like Hailey said, that's just Matthus's
idea of fun." Sarah lost her nerve then, and broke down crying into her
pillow.

   Hailey moved to sit down beside Sarah, and put her arm around her
shoulders.  "Isabelle, we're not stupid.  None of us are.  But Matthus is
always one step ahead of us."

   "We've got to try something!  There are twenty-six of us and only twelve
of them.  I'm sure that we can stop them if we really try." Isabelle didn't
have the confidence or the fury in her voice anymore.  Rather it was
unsteady and her eyes were a little frantic.

   Hailey shook her head slightly, "Isabelle, you just don't get it.  You
saw Lisa last night.  And she's not alone.  She's Matthus's little pet. 
She and her friends get all sorts of special treatment.  They love being
the little queens of this school.  They'll sell us out in a minute.  The
girls here aren't strong.  Most of us have been here too long to bother
fighting.  We just do as we're told and thank god for the days we don't
fuck up and make one of the boys mad.  Most of them are pretty easy to
please.  A blowjob or a quick fuck and then we're allowed to go on our
way."

   Isabelle was in complete shock.  Normally she was quick to think up a
solution to her problems.  But this was something else.  There was no
obvious path and she was surrounded by people who were either too
complacent to help or who would turn her over to her captors if she asked.
"I've got to try something.  I can't just sit here and wait to be raped. 
Hell, I don't know why I wasn't last night.  Matthus said he was saving me.
Saving me for what?"

   "I don't know.  But if Matthus is doing something like that, there has
to be a good reason.  He just loves 'fresh meat.' But Isabelle, don't beat
yourself up over Miranda.  I saw the look on his face when all of you lined
up.  He had picked her out before you said a word." Hailey spoke softly, as
she gently rocked Sarah in her arms.  The thirteen year old had stopped
crying, but still had a haunted look in her eyes.  Isabelle sighed and
collapsed back into her mattress.

   "I have to try something.  I'm going to talk to Professor Dawbs today.
He's way too fuddy-duddy to be involved in something like this.  He has to
have a way to help us." Isabelle resolved, as she lay staring at the
ceiling.

   "I'm rooting for you, Isabelle.  But I can't help you.  None of the
other girls will either.  And if Lisa or one of her friends catches wind of
what you're doing, you're going to get caught." Hailey sighed and looked
down to Sarah.  "The best time to talk to Dawbs will be after history
today. Make sure that you don't try to corner him outside of the classroom.
Someone is bound to see you."

   "I...I'll get us out of here, Hailey." Isabelle spoke, almost to
herself. I just have to get us out of here, she added to herself silently.

   Isabelle awoke to the sound of her alarm going off.  She had had less
than four hours of sleep, and it showed.  She was exhausted as she showered
and changed for classes.  One would never guess the events of the night
before had ever occurred by looking at the other students.  It was a little
before ten when she arrived in class.  It was a small class, with only
eight other students.  Professor Dawbs stood at the front of the room,
preparing his notes for the lecture.  Isabelle noticed a few of the girls
kept shifting in their seats, no doubt from abuses received at the
ceremony. It simply steeled her resolve to speak with the professor.

   The lecture was the last thing on her mind, as Isabelle desperately
waited out the two hours of scheduled instruction before the break for
lunch.  "Well, I think that about covers the lecture for today.  I'd like
for you all to read chapters two and three for Thursday.  Enjoy your lunch,
and the rest of your classes, students." Professor Dawbs gave the students
a broad smile, before he began to shuffle his lecture notes together. 
Isabelle rose tentatively from her seat, hooking her materials beneath one
arm.  She walked up to the professor quickly, but tried her best not to
look too nervous.  She felt the eyes of the two boys in the class on her
and shifted uncomfortably under their gaze.

   "Um, Professor?  I'd like to ask you some questions about your lecture."
Isabelle tried desperately to keep her voice from creaking.  Those watchful
eyes were like needles prodding her in the back.

   "Why, of course, child.  What is it that you had a question about?" His
smile was so kind and his frumpy, harmless appearance was more than enough
to convince Isabelle that she could trust him.

   When she felt those eyes leave her back, and heard the two boys heading
out of the room to get their lunches, Isabelle let out a long sigh of
relieve.  "Professor!  I need to tell you something," she lowered her voice
to almost a whisper and leaned towards Professor Dawbs.  "It's about
Matthus, and the opening ceremony last night."

   "Now, why would we need to talk about that?  Matthus has done a fine job
organizing in the past.  You just run along to lunch and get something to
eat.  I'm sure Matthus will be there, if you have a concern, you can speak
to him about it." The professor began to gather his things together in a
hurry.  He tried to slip around the lectern and out of the door, but
Isabelle moved to block his path.  "Please, Isabelle.  I have work that I
need to do!"

   "You don't understand!  The opening ceremony is a complete farce! 
Matthus and the other boys are using it as an excuse to rape and abuse the
other girls!" Isabelle's voice rose as she frantically began to keep the
professor from leaving.  "You have to do something, Professor."

   Professor Dawbs' features became very grave as the truth was laid before
him.  He had a look of complete astonishment on his face.  "Tha-that can't
be true.  He never said he was going to hurt anyone.  I-I thought that he
would just indulge himself a bit and be done with it."

   "What?!" Isabelle fell back slightly, bumping into a desk behind her. 
"You mean you know?!" Her face was stricken.  I'm surrounded by monsters!
she thought.

   "Yes...I've known.  Oh God, I'm so sorry!" The professor suddenly broke
down into tears.  "God forgive me, I am just so weak!  I've known all
along. I just couldn't help myself."

   "What are you talking about professor?  What do you mean you couldn't
help yourself?" Now she was more confused than angry.  She had no idea what
the professor was talking about.  And his sudden outburst had her pitying
him as just another pawn in Matthus's twisted games.

   "He promised me that I'd have as many as I wanted.  And he gave them to
me!  God help me I couldn't refuse him.  I told him that I would just look
away and I wouldn't say anything.  How could I have been so blind?!" His
confessions grew in pitch as he bawled openly in front of Isabelle.

   "As many of what, professor?"

   The professor hesitated for a long moment, his glassy eyes staring right
at Isabelle.  He seemed to see something in her, a bit of hope for escaping
from some nightmare that he had helped create.  "Boys...have you ever
wondered why the number of male students is so low?  It isn't because there
are less intelligent male students.  But the younger ones he sends to me."
He suddenly let out a long shudder as if in terrible pain.  "I'm a complete
monster to let this happen!  I...I should have done something!  I should
have called the police!  God, it's much too late now." He looked up to
Isabelle once more, and then tried to arrange himself as best he could. 
"Isabelle, maybe there is something that you can do to help.  I'm helpless
here.  And I'm not alone.  I don't know any details, but you can be sure
that the other instructors are under Matthus's control as well.  Except..."
he paused suddenly.

   Isabelle waited expectantly for him to continue, before she leaned
forward and asked, "Except, what?" She at last saw a ray of hope.  She
wasn't going to let anything stand in her way this time.  She had to get
the information.  Of course what Isabelle failed to notice was the group of
boys that had entered the room at some point in the conversation.  "Well
now, it looks like the professor has finally let his own little dark secret
out, huh?" The sudden sound had Isabelle whirling around to see who it was.
It was the boy who had tied her to the post, along with four of his
friends. "Looks like we caught two little mice.  I think Matthus is going
to have a field day with this, don't you Professor?" The Professor could
only stand there.  He didn't speak, only nodded slightly.  Something in him
seemed to have steeled after confessing his sins to Isabelle.  However, the
corners of his eyes and mouth betrayed the fear that was bubbling in him.
At last he responded to the boys, "Well, I suppose that we'll be going now,
won't we gentlemen?" He stepped forward, and turned to face Isabelle. 
"Miss Brookes...I do hope that you will be able to meet Mr.  Strambord
before you leave.  I know how much you like his works." And with that, he
left the room with four of the boys.  The one who tied her to the post
remained, as his friends shut the door behind him.  If Isabelle had been a
little less intelligent she might not have caught the importance of what
the Professor had said to her.  Of course!  Mr.  Strambord wouldn't be
involved in this.  He has principles.  She reasoned, Matthus must just be
using him for something.  She met the gaze of the boy, and frowned
slightly. "Well, why don't you just leave?  You're obviously supposed to be
doing something horrible to Professor Dawbs right now, aren't you?" She
positively spat those words out at the boy.  "Besides, I'm off limits,
didn't you hear?" The boy just stood there grinning.  "Yeah, I know you
are, bitch.  But if I don't pop you, whose going to know?" Isabelle hadn't
counted on that.  She gasped as the boy began to advance on her.  She
glanced towards the door, but the boy obviously caught what she was
thinking of doing.  When Isabelle started to move, the boy quickly grabbed
her and shoved her over the top of one of the desks.  Splayed out on her
back, she could to little to stop the boy from straddling over her
mid-section.  The sheer weight of him easily pinned her light frame to the
desktop.  Eager hands moved to her blouse in an attempt to rip it open. 
However, she managed to disrupt him with her own arms.  "Get off of me! 
What the hell do you think you're doing?" Isabelle fought desperately to
push the boy off of her.  She didn't have any advantages though.  The fight
was lost, however, when the boy snatched her wrists and pinned her arms
beneath his legs.  Straddled as she was, Isabelle was helpless to whatever
this boy wanted to do in this position.  "Shut up you stupid slut!" The boy
reached for her blouse again.  With a sudden heave, buttons went flying
across the floor.  He pushed the material back, forcing her blouse and
blazer to bunch up behind her shoulders.  Isabelle hadn't worn a bra today
and in fact she almost never did.  Her small breasts lay almost flat
against her chest, and tight pink nipples, scarcely as large as a nickle
marked where the peaks would be if she were larger.  "Heh, you've got a
chest like a washboard.  I'm not surprised you weren't wearing a bra."
Rolling from side to side in an attempt to throw the boy off had little
effect.  She was getting desperate now.  The boy reached down, and captured
each nipple between his fingers.  Twisting the little nubs between his
digits, Isabelle let out a pained whimper.  Her nipples couldn't help but
respond to the harsh attention.  Those terrible fingers continued to abuse
the stiff buds.  The boy twisted and pulled at her chest without any
regard. Isabelle fought back her tears as her breasts were abused like
that. Just when she thought she was going to cry out, he stopped.  Her
nipples were puffy and red from the boy's attentions.  The relief on her
face was quickly replaced by horror as the boy reached to unzip his pants.
A little gasp left her throat when she saw his cock slip free from the
confines of his trousers.  It wasn't large, most likely normal for a boy
his age.  But it was the first dick she'd ever seen up close.  Right now it
looked more like a weapon than anything designed for pleasure.  Her eyes
were fixated on it, as the boy leaned forward.  It was already hard as a
rock, and when she felt the heat of it touch her bare chest, Isabelle
hissed just a bit.  As the terrible instrument moved closer to her face,
she snapped at it.  She missed, but only by an inch.  "What the fuck are
you doing, bitch?!" The boy slapped her hard across the face.  Reeling from
the blow, she didn't even notice when the boy grabbed her neck and pushed
her face to the side.  She couldn't move her head, as he put more and more
weight down along his arm.  "Damn, I missed!" Isabelle hissed through teeth
half clenched, half obstructed by her cheek smushed against the desk.  At
the first hot touch of his cock to her cheek, she began to struggle.  He
was much too strong for her, and she couldn't do much to resist.  But that
small struggle at least gave her hope.  Though there was no way for her to
view what her assailant was doing, she certainly felt it.  The boy pressed
the underside of his cock down firmly against her cheek.  His hips began to
pump his member back and forth.  The hand pressing his cock to her face
made a tight pocket for him to enjoy against her baby soft skin.  Isabelle
shuddered as she felt the first few drops of pre-cum ooze onto her face,
quickly smeared over her features by the sawing of his dick.  The boy was
clearly enjoying himself, the sound of his grunts easily reaching
Isabelle's ears.  She was just thankful that the smell hadn't hit her nose
yet.  The humiliation was flaming red on her cheeks as this strange boy
continued to fuck himself against her face.  It wasn't long before her fair
skin almost matched her hair in the depth of its crimson.  The boy's
strokes became longer and faster as his hips worked to grind his dick into
her cheek.  With her face pressed so tightly to the desk, her mouth was
open slightly to the course hairs that found their way between parted lips.
Spitting out the hairs as best she could, her eyes shut tightly.  The boy's
grunts turned to moans as his orgasm clearly began to build.  Several more
long strokes and he suddenly pulled back, releasing his hold on her head.
Thinking perhaps that he had finished, and certainly not wanting him to
think that he'd broken her with something so trivial, Isabelle turned her
face back to her attacker.  Unfortunately, she forgot the most basic rule
of sex.  The boy was stroking his cock furiously to squeeze out his climax.
Just as Isabelle's face was righted, thick streams of hot jism shot out
from his cock.  The first blast landed across her brow, quickly running
down into her eyes.  The second stream found its way over her lips, which
had been parted just enough to spit out a scathing retort that never came.
The remainder of his seed was spilled across her bare chest, as little as
there was.  Isabelle sputtered and spit, desperate to get her first taste
of semen from out of her mouth.  She spit as much as she could out, and it
oozed down her chin.  Blinded as she was, she didn't see why the boy
suddenly dismounted her.  With her arms free, Isabelle did her best to wipe
away the filth that now covered her features.  "You son of a bitch!" "Yes,
well, don't worry Isabelle.  I'm sure that Joey there isn't going to be too
happy about disobeying me." It was Matthus.  It became obvious that a
classroom was not the best place for privacy in a school such as this. 
When she finally wiped enough cum from her eyes to see, she could make out
Matthus standing in the open door.  The four friends who had been with Joey
accompanied him.  She knew his name now.  Isabelle realized that she was
still exposed, and quickly covered her chest with her blazer and torn
blouse.  "Matthus...I'm sorry." Joey was clearly afraid now, and Isabelle
couldn't blame him.  She certainly wouldn't want to be on Matthus's bad
side, especially after everything that she'd heard.  The thought of
actually having liked him made her stomach turn now.  Suddenly she felt
very dirty, and became very aware of the cum that was now drying on her
face.  "Just shut up, Joey.  You're in enough trouble as it is.  You two,
take him out of here." Two of the boys left Matthus's side and moved to
Joey.  Each grabbing one of his arms, they escorted him out of the room. 
His eyes were wide with fright, and it made Isabelle wonder, just for a
second, what they were going to do to him.  "As for you, Isabelle.  You're
going to get cleaned up.  And then you've got an appointment.  Apparently,
Mr.  Strambord is coming in tonight.  Since he handpicked you for the
school, you're going to be meeting him.  And, don't think about trying
anything.  Or else what I'm going to do to Joey won't be half as painful as
what I'll do to you." He turned to leave then, and the other two boys moved
forward.  Isabelle only struggled for a moment, but eventually resigned
herself to being lead out by the two boys.  Her face was beat red at being
forced to walk through the halls with semen on her face.  But she didn't
have much choice at this point.  The boys led her to the bathroom first,
and then dropped her off at her room to get changed.  She had a few moments
alone, as her roommates were out.  She was thrilled though.  She saw a
light at the end of this tunnel, and it was getting closer.  Mr.  Strambord
was coming tonight!  This is perfect timing.  I can talk to him and maybe
he can get word out to the police.  She thought excitedly.  She was almost
humming to herself as she dressed.  Slipping out of her room, the reality
of the situation hit her.  The boys grabbed her arms once again and
escorted her upstairs to the third floor.  She had not been there before,
and as they wound their way through the offices and instructor apartments,
she did her best to remember the names on the doors.  Professor Eugene
Dawbs, Victoria Tills, Helga Meydenbuar, Silvia Leonard.  At last they
arrived at the office of Peter Strambord.  One boy opened the door, and the
other roughly shoved Isabelle through.  "He'll probably be in by six. 
You've got a long time to wait, missy." She recognized the voice, as it
cracked.  It was the other boy she had heard in the room.  A little giggle
escaped her lips when the boy spoke.  He responded by slamming the door
rather loudly.  The lock that clicked into place ruined any sense of
amusement she might have had over the boy's puberty.  She did have a while
to wait.  The clock on the wall read two o'clock.  She sighed, and settled
herself into a chair sitting in front of Strambord's desk.

   At some point, Isabelle must have dozed off, because she woke to the
sound of a lock being turned.  Sitting up with a start, she saw a handsome,
brown haired main step into the room.  He had rugged features, and stood
just less than six feet.  He looked up from a packet he was holding, and
caught Isabelle's gaze.  She recognized him from his photos.  It was
definitely Peter Strambord!  She jumped up from her chair, and immediately
began to smooth out her skirt.  Her face was red as a beat, and in her
girlish glee, she forgot why she wanted to see him.  "M-Mr.  Strambord,
it's an honor to meet you sir.  I'm Isabelle.  I'm your biggest fan, I've
read all of your books." She giggled uncontrollably, and he gave her a soft
smile.  "Well, I'm glad that someone has.  It's good to meet you at last,
Isabelle." Peter extended his hand to her, "You can call me Peter." She
blushed furiously, and accepted his hand.  His grip was strong, especially
compared to her dainty hands.  "Oh, I could never do that, Mr.  Strambord."
And then, as if remembering her real purpose, she straightened up and
slipped her hand from his.  "I have something I have to tell you.  There
are things going on here that are very wrong." She began to quickly relate
the events of the night before to Peter, who listened attentively.  His
reaction was hard to gauge, but in her frantic attempt to explain the
situation she wasn't really even trying.  Continuing her tale, she related
the events that transpired that day.  "I don't know what they did with
Professor Dawbs, and it's just getting worse by the minute.  You've got to
get help, Mr.  Strambord!  And you've got to leave now.  Something
dangerous is going to happen soon, I just know it!" Isabelle was nearly in
tears, and Peter led her over to a chair, letting her slip back into it. 
"So, Matthus didn't do anything to you?  Just this Joey kid?" he asked with
a slight quirk of his brow.  Isabelle nodded slightly.  "And neither of
them raped you or anything.  You're sure?  You're still a virgin?" Isabelle
nodded again, not even catching the odd question.  "Whew, that's a load off
my mind.  I've been worrying all week that that little shit was going to
pop you before I got here." Isabelle looked up suddenly, "Wh-what?" Her
eyes widened slightly, as she realized the strange turn that this
conversation had taken.  "Matthus, I was sure he or one of his stupid
cronies would have popped your cherry.  Guess he actually did keep our
bargain.  Well that's great, I can finally relieve some of this pressure!
Why don't you take off your top and slip out of your panties?  You can
leave the rest on, I think it's sexy." The casual way he asked her to strip
left her astonished.  Her idol wanted to fuck her?  He'd made some sort of
deal with Matthus so he'd get to take her virginity?  She was totally
confused and stunned.  It didn't even register with her that she should be
trying to get away.  Was everyone at this school a child rapist?!  "Come
on, girl.  I don't have all day.  I've practically got blue balls from
being stuck on a flight for seventeen hours.  Chop, chop!" Isabelle seemed
to snap out of it then, and bolted to her feet.  Backing cautiously away
from Peter, she bumped into one of the bookcases against the wall.  "You
can't do this!  You're supposed to help me!" she shouted to him. 
"Professor Dawbs said you would help me!" "Dawbs?  God he's getting more
senile by the day.  You think anyone at this school isn't working with
Matthus?  Funny, you're essay didn't make you out to be so stupid.  Not
like I like the kid or anything.  But he's good; I'll give him that.  And
he always delivers." He began stripping off his jacket and unbuttoning his
shirt as he talked.  His shoes soon followed.  "Now come on over here and
get undressed!  Or am I going to have to do it myself?  Is that how it's
going to be Isabelle, are you going to make it difficult for me?" Isabelle
didn't move.  The man she most admired in the world was going to rape her!
The only reason she was even at this school was because of him.  He picked
her out because he wanted her body.  She put herself here by letting her
essay and her picture be published.  Tears were flowing freely down her
cheeks, as she stood frozen against the bookcase.  Peter rolled his eyes,
obviously not having to deal with the hassle of actually having to force
Isabelle to have sex with him.  He moved over to her, and grabbed her arm.
She wasn't struggling, still too shocked to do much of anything.  There
wasn't even a response from her as he pushed her over the top of his desk
and began unbuttoning his pants.  They fell around his ankles, and he soon
dropped his boxers as well.  He wasn't lying when he said he had been horny
as hell.  His cock was already at full attention, and stood proudly out
from his pelvis.  Isabelle was staring blankly at the ceiling, her
occasional sobs making her chest rise and fall.  When she felt his hands on
her thighs, sliding up her legs to reach her panties, panic filled her
heart.  Her legs began to kick wildly.  But he was much stronger than her.
He grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards him.  Forcing his hips between
her legs drove them widely apart.  Her flailing limbs managed to knock over
a coffee cup and overturn a chair, but it was ultimately too little too
late.  He flipped her skirt up and worked her panties up.  He couldn't get
them off while he was between her legs, but he did manage to drag them up
along her thighs.  With panties stretched between her knees now, he grabbed
hold of her hips.  Her pussy was fully exposed to him now, a little tuft of
nicely trimmed red hair sat above otherwise bald cunt lips.  Her mons was
not prominent, but rather smooth and gently sloping down to the pucker of
her anus.  "Please, " she pleaded, "let me go!  I promise I'll just run!  I
won't tell anyone.  Please, I just want to go home!" Her sobs racked her
body, and her tear filled eyes gazed up at her idol in desperation.  For
the most part, Peter ignored her.  The head of his cock was positioned
against her tight, virgin slit.  For a moment he stroked his length up and
down against the smoothness of her sex.  She obviously wasn't excited, but
his pre cum left hot, wet trails along the length of her girlflesh.  As his
hips began to work the head of his shaft into her tight confines, she
squealed.  She had never felt anything stretching out her pussy before,
never having even inserted more than one curious finger into herself.  And
now here she was, splayed across the desk of her favorite author.  The
tightness of her virginity slowly spread open with the insistent pressure
of Peter's cock.  Isabelle shut her eyes tightly, awaiting the inevitable.
Her back began to arch, trying to relieve the pressure she felt stretching
her open.  And then suddenly, Peter's hips drove forward into her cunt. 
Deep green eyes flashed open, as she felt him tear through her hymen.  It
was a sudden throbbing pain that shot through her entire body.  It was
fast, but as she lost her virginity, she cried out.  Her sobs returned anew
and she beat her hands against her assailant's chest pitifully.  Peter just
kept pressing forward.  Though her torso bent and arched and twisted to
escape, she could do little with his powerful arms holding her in place. 
Ever so slightly the pain subsided within her, only to be replaced by a
dull ache that filled her entire pussy.  When Peter at last entered her
completely, he paused for just a moment.  It didn't last long, as he merely
found some purchase and began to gyrate his hips against her own.  Ever so
slowly, he built up a rhythm.  The thickness of his cock brought a squeal
from Isabelle each time he pushed his body against hers.  The act of being
raped brought soft pleas from Isabelle's throat.  But her rapist didn't
notice, or didn't care.  His movements became more frantic as he buried his
length into the fourteen year old over and over again.  His breathing was
heavy, and he certainly wouldn't last long.  But for Isabelle it was an
eternity.  She had envisioned her first time before, and it certainly was
nothing like this.  Though on a few occasions she might have blushed
suggestively at the mention of her idol.  Her body tensed each time he
stretched open her cunt, and her back arched in a vain attempt to drive him
out.  But the torment continued until a last, she felt his body stiffen.  A
few short, hard thrusts and a sudden warmth began to fill her depths. 
Spurt after spurt of Peter's cum spread through her canal, as he finished
up the dread act he had just performed.  "Damn you're tight.  I'm glad that
I didn't jerk off on that trip.  Well...I think I'm good for another round.
Ever been fucked in the ass?" He lifted his brow, glancing down to
Isabelle. A renewed fervor came over her face and she began to struggle
again.  "No!  I won't let you!" Somehow, during the struggle Isabelle's
hand fell into his desk drawer.  It all happened so fast, neither of them
seemed to even realize what was going on.  She grabbed the first think that
she could find, which happened to be a letter opener.  In her desperation,
she stabbed furiously at him, driving the weapon deep into his chest. 
Stumbling away from her, he stared in awe for a moment.  Isabelle didn't
waste any time.  She grabbed for her panties and pulled them up
frantically. In her panic, one foot connected squarely with Peter's chest.
He stumbled backwards, spilling over the chair she had previously upended.
Peter's momentum carried him backwards, and he could do little to save
himself as he tumbled straight through the pane glass window behind him. 
Isabelle jerked upright when she heard the sound of breaking glass.  Eyes
wide with shock, she leaped off of the desk and hurried forward to the
windowsill.  Peering over, the sight of the broken form of her former idol
sprawled met her gaze abruptly.  Recoiling in horror away from the window,
she bumped back against the desk.  His seed was still warm inside of her,
and now he lay dead on the steps of the school.  With her mind reeling, she
turned towards the door, only to be met by the sight of a trio of boys, one
of which had escorted her to the room a few short hours before.  Isabelle's
world had been turned upside down in a matter of hours.  Molested and
raped, she had ended the evening by killing the one man she had positively
worshiped, the same man who had stolen her virginity.  She just couldn't
take it anymore and broke down on the floor of Strambord's office. 
Wracking with sobs, she didn't even protest as the three boys hoisted her
up and led her, crying, from the room.

   To be continued

   Isabelle's world has been destroyed.  She is forced to confront herself
and her situation.  Now that the protection offered to her by her former
idol is gone, what kinds of horrors await the fourteen-year-old redhead? 
And what will happen now, with one professor captured and another dead? 
How will Matthus react to this turn of events?

   If you enjoyed this story please do send me feedback.  I can't guarantee
that I'll change because of criticism, but I do like to hear from people.
This is my first published story, and I haven't written anything in about
six months.  However, I do hope to be writing much more soon.  There are
many more trials to befall Isabelle, as well as the other girls of Harlwood
Academy, and many mysteries to be solved.
   -SmilingWithSin