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Note from the author: This is a story I don't feel ready to begin uploading yet, but I promised myself I would push myself to upload at a much faster rate than normal. This is an experiment in a new type of writing for me. I have always completed stories before uploading so much as the first sentenc...

Author's note: I was very unhappy with just my first chapter as an introduction to this story. I decided to give it a quick once-over and upload chapter 2 as well. Most likely uploads will only be weekly from here, but just that one tiny chapter didn't feel like enough. Chapter 2: On Thursday mornin...

Elise did as she was told. She was already in way too deep to change her mind, and obedience was the only way out of the reputation destroying hole she had dug for herself. While it would be easy to blame Kaitlyn for everything, Elise was plenty at fault herself. There had been so many moments where...

The Prefect, Cont. It was shockingly easy. Elise knew her body best, which meant she knew how to get herself where she needed to go. The only thing that had been holding her up so far was fear, and insecurity, and a never-ending desire to maintain some dignity as Kaitlyn walked all over her. After ...

Author's Note: This story, as well as "The Dancer" can most easily be read on my new site: www.mistressabigailwrites.com PART (?) Being told to ‘smile’ was painful enough in everyday life. Elise considered herself a fairly positive person, and certainly wasn’t the moody type she often saw...

Hopefully the next part won't be so delayed . . . **************************************** The Prefect, Cont. It was a sobering moment, to say the least. The first years’ common room had become a setting Elise had gotten used to throughout the nightmarish scene Kaitlyn had both directed and costarre...

CHAPTER FOUR Jess Right away, I realized that my plan might not be as simple as I expected. The whole point of begrudgingly going along with the bullshit role I was trapped in, thanks to Hannah’s parents and my own inability to sort things out with their daughter when an audience was around, was so...

Part 43, for those curious. Elise released a much heavier sigh when she was finally in the safety of the study room. Or, more accurately, the study room within the study room. The area was designed so multiple students could use the rooms for small group meetings without distracting others nearby. ...

I blame Daddy. It was all his fault. Why'd he marry that bitch? Silly question. Why do older men marry blondes with big tits and tight asses? I was Daddy's little Princess, always had been. We're fourth generation rich, and Daddy was always generous to his only daughter. Then the bitch turned up. St...

Part 2 Had I really given that man my number? I must have. But why was he sending me pics of his dick? "U like?" Oh really, who did that? Had I really said "yes" to it? I must have as I got a reply. "Show me your tits." No fucking way. Guys were always wanting pics, and...