Marigold's Academy

Author’s note:

 

This chapter is a departure from the general theme of the story in that it contains more extreme material.  In particular there are scenes of incest and graphic descriptions of farting and defaecation.  I had never intended to write about scatology, and I have never done so before.  It just seemed to fit in as the story developed.  It is unlikely that the theme will be revisited in subsequent chapters.  I would welcome any comment, via email, from readers about this.

 

Shelley

 

Angus McWilliams was a very rich man, but all that wealth could not, by itself, dig him out of the predicament in which he currently found himself.  Angus was a financial trader at a large international merchant bank.  Not just a trader - one of the best.  A decade ago he had hit the big time when he discovered a new way to make vast sums of money.  Nobody had heard of Advanced Reserve Fund trades until his returns started flowing in.  Then everybody wanted to know all about them.  He made a killing from the markets, then a lucrative secondary income on the lecture and seminar circuit selling his expertise to other greedy, wealthy people.  From their relatively modest family home in Edinburgh Angus, his wife, and his daughter Shelley moved to much grander surroundings.  They now occupied a 17th century castle in the southern uplands of Scotland, just a few miles north of the English border.  It was a vast building, with over 40 rooms in total of various kinds.  It was set in the centre of an extensive country estate, which boasted its own lake, forest, and even a length of river to which Angus owned the fishing rights.

 

Unfortunately, this highly desirable and privileged position would soon be of little comfort to Angus.  Angus was about to be sent to prison.  Not any prison, but one in a location considerably warmer than the temperate climate of southern Scotland.  The thing is, Angus was about to be extradited to a small central American republic, on charges of fraud and money laundering.  He had never set foot in the country, but unfortunately the internet had enabled him to somehow end up in their jurisdiction.  In the corridors of power in parliament there were forces at work which ensured that a country which ordinarily would have little power over British citizens had acquired a new found influence.  Ministers were keen to keep them on side, and thus one or two small fry, even those as influential as Angus, were a small price to pay.

 

The country to which Angus was about to be forcibly removed from his homeland had a penal system with a fearsome reputation, but none so bad as the central maximum security jail on the outskirts of the capital.  Those who were incarcerated there might survive a year or two, if they were lucky, but with a longer sentence such as that which Angus was likely to receive their only realistic prospect of leaving through the front gates was in a box.  The reputation of the regime was just awful - the hard labour, the brutality of the guards, the brutality of the inmates, routine sexual abuse and rape, the starvation rations, the rats and cockroaches, the endemic disease, the catalogue of misery was endless.  A man such as Angus, used to a very comfortable life, where his every whim was catered to, who did not even pour his own tea in the morning, would never survive it.  He didn't think he could cope with the remand period, never mind the actual sentence. 

 

The clock was ticking and time was running out.  Angus was facing his final appeal in a few days, and all seemed lost.  He could almost hear the knock on the door as the police arrived with flight marshals to escort him to his last ever flight.  Then Brewster, his barrister called Angus and told him that, against the odds, he had found a solution.  Angus wanted to know all there and then, but Brewster explained that he couldn't talk about it on the phone - it must be face to face.  Brewster made the trip to the castle and Angus listened intently to what he had to say.  He didn't know how Brewster had come by this information but it was something to do with the judge who was due to hear the appeal, and some shady characters in the background.  It also involved his beloved daughter, Shelly.  About to sit her sixth form exams, Shelley was well settled in her school.  It was a condition of the deal that Shelley must transfer to a different school altogether - a school with a difference.  Angus became less and less keen as Brewster detailed, accurately, what was really involved in Shelley's move.  Angus could not ordinarily contemplate putting her through that.  But he was a coward.  And there was more to their relationship than usual.

 

In that vast castle, Angus and his wife could live their separate lives, in a marriage which ended in all but name a long time ago.  She lived in her wing, he in his, and they kept out of each other's way.  Rather than share their vast fortune with divorce lawyers they decided to have a DIY divorce in which they each just did their own thing and ignored the other.  What his wife did not know was that she had been replaced by her own daughter.  Shelley and Angus had been sleeping together since she was 14.  She could not bear the thought of her father being left to rot to death in that hell hole, so when he sat her down and tearfully explained to her how she could help him avoid it, she agreed.  Unlike the majority of Marigold's girls, Shelley McWilliams knew why she was there and what to expect.  Thus she was prepared to ride the storm and come out intact the other side.

 

At the appeal, to gasps of amazement from the press and public galleries, the judge dismissed the case on a little-known legal technicality.  There was a three year period during which this could be reversed, should other conditions be met.  Thus the defendant had to tread carefully during that time.  In other words, Shelley would be at the school for at least three years.  Angus walked free from court with a heavy heart, but consoling himself that he would make it up to her.  However, his attempt to buy her an easy time at the school was firmly rebuffed.  Every girl at Marigold's was on a level playing field.  It didn't matter how rich you were or who you knew.  Once you went through those gates you were in the same boat as the rest.

 

Nevertheless, when Shelley arrived at Marigold's she caused quite a stir.  Not for her a road trip in the back of some filthy van.  Shelley arrived by helicopter.  As the axis of evil (AKA Thornton and Fitches) looked on through the broad window of the head's office, the machine descended gracefully onto one of the playing fields near the playground, throwing up a cloud of dust from the hard ground as it did so.  Fitches was excited.  He had seen photos of the McWilliams girl and knew a little about her.  She would be warmly welcomed here.  Even with the rotors at idle power the trees behind the chopper were buffeted by the vortex, as the grass swayed in unison.  The door slid back and one, then two feet gracefully planted themselves back on solid ground.  As per instructions Shelley left the helicopter alone.  She had said her goodbyes inside.  Now she was on her own.  No friends or relatives were ever allowed to visit the school, except in the most unusual of circumstances.  The arrival of a billionaire's daughter was not sufficiently unusual for the rule to be relaxed.

 

As Shelley made her way to be greeted by the escort her clothes were also blown around by the down draft from the spinning rotors.  The inhabitants of Marigolds received their first peek up her skirt before she had even reached the main building.  She had a light summer dress on, which was no match for the breeze, and trying to smooth it down was futile.  So she didn't bother.

 

At her welcome interview, far from recoiling from Fitches she let him have what he wanted.  Sitting on his lap, as so many of the girls had to during these chats, she actually raised her skirt as she sat down so that the only thing separating his already bulging cock from her was her knickers.

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There was a flurry of activity as all of those who could spare the time hurried along to get the best spot.  And the cause of all this excitement? 

 

Miss Shelley McWilliams was going to the toilet.

 

In any normal school it would never be a special occasion.  But here, it was a public spectacle, which some of the men had come to cherish.  Shelley, not long after her arrival there, had decided to use the viewable bathroom facilities with no regard for who might be watching her.  She had built up quite a following as a result.  Shelley, was a fairly petite blonde.  Her face was cute and babyish, with large blue eyes and a beautifully innocent look.  Her hair was down to her shoulders, below which her C cup breasts heaved alluringly under her school blouse, which was generally a size too small.  She sometimes bared her midriff, not strictly allowed under school rules, but who cared?  The large diamond in her navel was there to remind everyone that she was no pauper, but somebody of a certain status in life.  Most of the girls were resentful of being forced to wear very short pleated grey school skirts.  Not Shelley.  Her skirt was a couple of inches shorter than the maximum length the regulations stipulated.  When she walked the lower curves of her bottom were intermittently visible.  An expanse of bare legs, thighs toned in her private gym and tanned in various exotic locations, was terminated by her knee-length school socks.  She always wore thongs under her skirt, and delighted in bending over at any point where she felt it could cause maximum distraction to the men who were invariably around when she went anywhere.  She would delight in putting a handy man off his stroke just when he was about to hit a nail and giggle as he struck his own thumb instead, because his attention was focused on her arse.  Getting them to trip up or walk into doors was another favourite.

 

Wherever she went in the school Shelley was followed.  They leered and leched after her unfettered.  When Shelley arrived at the classroom block, as soon as she had dismounted from her bicycle and gone inside one of her stalkers would be straight in there, sniffing the seat.  She didn't wash her own clothes or change her own bed - there were plenty of volunteers for that.  She loved it.  It was all for Daddy, and she was determined to ensure that her stay at Marigold's was going to result in the good judge dismissing the case permanently.  She wondered what Thornton had on the judge, but it mattered not.

 

The bathroom facilities at Marigold's were specifically designed to make ablutions a spectator sport.  There were no ladies' and gent's, just unisex.  Each location featured a male half with urinals down one wall, and a unisex half with cubicles.  But the cubicles were all transparent.  Transparent, as in the walls were all made of glass.  It is safe to say that that glass was cleaned and polished with more vigour than any other surface in the school, save the two-way mirrors in the bedrooms, ensuring a good view.  As if that were not enough, the toilets themselves were transparent, and raised on a plinth.  The cubicles were not side by side - each had a full 360 degree space around it, lest girls try and use the ones in the middle to help keep prying eyes off.  And just to complete the picture, the walls rose only to waist height.  The shower cubicles followed the same pattern, though they had full glass walls in order that the floor be kept dry.

 

The girls of Marigold's used all sorts of tricks to try and avoid becoming the centre of attention when they needed a wee or wanted to shower.  Routines were avoided.  Some formed little gangs so that while one was sitting on the toilet the others would stand round her to shield her from view.  If the place was empty they would do lookout duty instead.  The men didn't mind at all having girls able to watch them pee.  In fact most of them seemed to quite enjoy it, and would linger with a full bladder until they found a victim to expose themselves to, not infrequently combining it all with a wank which the girls could see, if they didn't try not to look.  Some girls would try and sneak in in the early morning or during the night, when there was less chance of being seen.  Unfortunately they could not sneak in with the lights off - a motion sensor automatically switched on the lights and extractor fan whenever anyone came in.  Amy Pierce, a physics whizz kid, had rigged up a system which she claimed could foil the motion sensors.  It failed miserably and she was a laughing stock for weeks.

 

Showers were frequently  taken in bathing costumes, and in the hope that the voyeurs would get bored and leave with enough time remaining to quickly wash their private parts.

 

And then there were girls like Shelley who just resigned themselves to it and carried on as normal.  Shelley walked into the room and made her way across it, to the nearest cubicle.  Within seconds the place was filled with men using the urinals - gardeners, cleaners, maintenance men, all with a sudden need to go.  Teachers did not feel the need to demean themselves by hanging around the toilets in the hope of seeing something.  They had a multitude of other ways to get their kicks out of the girls.  She swaggered her hips as she walked, as she always did.  She walked in, shutting the gate behind her, then with a flourish she pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet.  The men abandoned the pretence of wanting to go and surrounded the cubicle where she sat.  Most already had their cocks out.  A couple lay on the floor, peering upwards through the transparent bowl at her anus and vulva, the view spoiled slightly by refraction through the glass.  As the men looked on, Shelley began to wee.

 

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Johnston hated marking coursework.  It might have slipped the reader's mind, but Marigold's was a real school, with real teachers teaching proper lessons, and the girls taking real exams and obtaining the same qualifications as everyone else.  It was part of the smokescreen that Marigold's occupied a position in the middle of the league tables, where it would attract no attention.  Not too high, not too low.  Inevitably there were enquiries from prospective parents, but these were always deftly deflected until they looked elsewhere.  Marigold's was not a place that you applied to and sat an entrance exam.  Their admission criteria were more, shall we say, esoteric.  Johnston had waded half way through the pile of coursework folders when he found the one labelled "McWilliams, S".  He opened it and found inside a single blank sheet of A4.  Sitting on the blank paper was a pair of knickers.  He popped them in his pocket, marked "A+" against her name on the marking sheet, then closed the folder and moved onto the next.  Later her would do her homework for her, after which he would dig out the stash of photos she had supplied of herself in various states of undress and wank while he sniffed her panties.  He would then stand naked at his sink and carefully wash them.  In class she would receive her freshly laundered panties back inside the folder, while the other pupils looked forlornly at their poor grades.  Shelley McWilliams never needed to visit the laundry room.

 

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She had a full bladder today and let loose quite a forceful stream.  When she had finished the crowd waited in anticipation, and were rewarded when she started to strain.  Shelley was going to poo as well.  As she strained the rim of her anus began to dilate, ready for the passage of the soft lump from her rectum.  It oozed slowly out and splashed into the bowl, avidly watched by the assembled perverts.  There was more - a second, then a third, then she was done.  What happened next had become a ritual since a joke during the early days of this bizarre scenario.  Shelley had jokingly enquired of the assembled audience, in her lovely lilting, soft eastern Scottish accent, "I'm surprised ye dinnae want tae wipe ma arse as well", whereupon one of them reached over the partition and did exactly that.  Now Shelley stood up and bent forwards slightly.  Silently, hands reached over, parted her buttocks, ripped off sheets of paper and wiped her clean.  Yes, Shelley McWilliams did not even have to wipe her own arse.  Then, in the manner of a valet waxing the luxury car he had just washed, they finished the job with wet wipes, leaving her with the cleanest bum in the school.  One or two of them would gladly have licked it clean for her.  Maybe one day that would happen too.

 

She had finished on the bog, but the crowd were to be rewarded with more.  On this occasion she was going to shower too.  She walked over to the shower cubicles, shedding her clothes nonchalantly on the floor as she did.  No sooner did she drop them than they were picked up and folded neatly, ready for when she had finished.  Well, most of them anyway.  With her underwear it was a different story.  Once upon a time her panties would have found their way into somebody's pocket, along with her socks.  New ones would have been found and brought round by the time she was ready for a towel.  If she wore a bra then that would have gone too.  But now they had no shame any more.  They didn't even bother to try and conceal their sordid activities in private.  By the time Shelley reached the shower cubicle her panties were already clamped to someone’s face, as he furiously masturbated, while watching her sexy little body swaggering across the floor.  Her socks were being sniffed too, and somebody else was sniffing her shoes.  They really went wild for her trainers, when she had those on but she hadn't been doing gym today.  But they kept to a peculiar moral code, considering how they were shamelessly, openly perving over a young girl.  Nobody ever touched her without permission, and whatever clothing they did take from her was invariably washed or replaced.  Shelley was not short of a bob or two and didn't exactly need anyone to buy knickers for her, but nevertheless they ensured she was well-supplied with them.  However, those which she had bought herself were prized above the rest.

 

Naked now, she stepped gracefully into the cubicle and turned on the water.

 

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Graham Fitches had started his career as a high-flying young teacher at a top independent school.  He worked his was steadily upwards, and was soon in charge of a department, and tipped one day to be a headmaster, probably of a major school.  That was before his fall from grace.  Respectable and impeccably-behaved in public, he had a secret fetish for voyeurism, which eventually got him into trouble.  Fitches had an addiction to internet pornography.  He still indulged in it now, and would delight in leaving websites advertising dirty teenage sluts or schoolgirl spankings openly displayed on his computer screen when girls (usually their flesh crawling) had cause to visit his office.  It amused him that in this school he did not need to hide his desires, and he liked the way it unnerved them and made them feel uncomfortable while they conducted their business with him.  On the internet he had come across websites selling videos which had been secretly filmed up the skirts of girls in public places.  After getting hooked on these he decided to take things a step further and make his own.  For a while he was successful, hanging around the escalators at shopping malls, and visiting tourist attractions and sporting events where he mingled with the crowd, discreetly following young girls with a small video camera concealed in a bag.  Then one day he was skulking at a bus stop, with his camera pointing up the skirts of a crowd of girls waiting for the bus to school.  One of them spotted the camera and screamed - loud enough for a nearby policeman to hear.  He tried to run but they caught him, cowering in the cubicle of a nearby public toilet, where they arrested him.

 

His fall from grace was rapid and humiliating.  He lost his job and ended up in court.  The judge was lenient in his sentence, saying that he had already suffered greatly, and put him on a community service programme.  Two days after he started his community service he was approached by a strange man who appeared to have some sort of influence over the probation officer in charge of his case.  The man had a proposition which could help him resume his teaching career, and have it disguised as part of his sentence.  He found it hard to believe but the man was very persuasive, and he agreed to go along with it.  The man was someone he later came to know as Thornton, though he was not born with that name.  By now he was Thornton's right hand man, and a key figure in the shady organisation behind Marigold's.

 

Like all the girls (every one of them), Shelley McWilliams thought Fitches was a disgusting little creep.  However she had decided right from the start to play his game, so when she was summoned to his office for a little chat, despite the inevitable sense of foreboding she was determined to play ball on his terms.  She didn't even change into a longer skirt for the visit, and just went attired as she usually dressed - provocatively.

 

"Ahh, McWilliams, come in my dear girl."

 

As soon as Shelley stepped through the door his hand was on her arse, guiding her towards her chair.  At least she wouldn't have to sit on his knee.  The chair was placed directly opposite where he sat down.  Shelley took her seat, then instead of crossing her legs like a young lady should, she sat with her legs apart, so that Fitches could see right up her skirt.  The semi he had developed became a stiff hard-on as he drooled, speaking more to her panties and her heaving C cup breasts than he did to her.  Fitches had a tiny cock, but even so she could see that he was excited.  He was more used to reluctance and resistance from the girls, so despite his experience it put him off his stride slightly when she put one foot up on the chair so that he could get a better view of her gusset.

 

He swallowed, and continued, "Well, er Shelley, we here at Marigold's have been delighted with your progress so far.  You really have fitted in rather nicely with our ways and foibles here.  Now, let's have a look at your report.  Now let me see, where have I put it..."

 

As he pretended to be forgetful she helped him out, "I expect it's in your bottom drawer sir, shall I help you find it?"

 

"Oh, er, oh yes, yes please!"

 

It was a tired and sad old trick but he was at it all the time.  Shelley went over to the desk and bent over to look in the bottom drawer.  She could hear his heavy breathing behind her already as his hand went straight up her skirt and he began to finger her.  She didn't push it away or try to close her legs, but opened them a little further for him.  How she hated him, but it was for a higher purpose ultimately as far as she was concerned.

 

"Here it is sir."

 

He was disappointed that she had found it so quickly.

 

Sat back down again, with his eyes feasting on her crotch once again, he continued.

 

"Well, as I said, your progress has been very good, and we're considering elevating you to the status of marshal."

 

"Oh I see sir, you want to dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians, eh?"

 

She was, off course referring to Nicolette Fitzsimmons, the head girl.  Most of the prefects and a good number of the marshals had slept with their lesbian boss.

 

"Well, actually I don't think you're really her type."

 

This was true.  Nicolette didn't really go in a big way for overtly pretty girls like Shelley, but preferred slightly more plain and reserved girls, like Emma Hughes, her current squeeze.  She liked to dominate them, and did not want anyone competing too obviously with her own stunning attractiveness.  However she had no qualms about random sex and one night stands with the pretty ones.  She could take her pick so why waste the effort of keeping them as girlfriends?

 

Shelley, disguising her own nervousness at the move she was about to make, surprised Fitches again by getting up from her seat and walking over to where Fitches was sitting.  With her well- manicured fingers she unzipped his fly and began to fumble inside.  He was mesmerised.

 

"Actually, sir, if I do something for you there's something you can do for me in return."

 

She fished out his cock and ran her fingers over the tip.  He was circumcised, which was a shame as he didn't have much to play with anyway so taking some away seemed unnecessarily cruel.  Holding the little organ between two fingers she began to rapidly jerk it up and down.  But then his face fell as gradually it went limp in her hand.  Fitches was crestfallen.  Shelley was a bit insulted, actually.

 

"I, I'm sorry, it's just, damn!"

 

Faced with an advance from one of his prettiest pupils he was too anxious and he was unable to perform.

 

"Relax sir, just relax"

 

She summoned all the will power she could to quell her rising nausea, then knelt down and put it in her mouth.  As she ran her tongue over the tip he began to stiffen again.

 

She sucked him off until he came in her mouth, then, she looked up at him, with spunk dribbling down her chin, then licked her lips and swallowed all of it.

 

"My request sir - I want to see Daddy."

 

It was absolutely forbidden at Marigold's for the girls to have visitors.  But Shelley had Fitches eating out of her hand now, and for every rule there was an exception.  There was something powerful about a girl who had not needed to be forced or threatened - she had, of her own accord, wanked him off and sucked him off.

 

He wasn't going to cave in that easily though.  He decided to take a chance.

 

"Well, I'll certainly consider it..."

 

"Oh sir, pleeeease, what more could I do?"

 

She hoped he wouldn't ask to fuck her - no way would she readily agree to that.  He'd have to rape her first, something that she knew he was well capable of.

 

"Weeeeell..."

 

He appeared sheepish and embarrassed, and could not look her in the eye as he spoke.

 

"I know what goes on in the bathroom, you know.....and I know one of them asked you if you would.....er....if you would....er....shit in his mouth."  His voice went rather quiet as he mumbled the last phrase.

 

Shelley was horrified.  "Yes, and I told him to FUCK OFF sir!"

 

"Whoa, pipe down girl, sorry I mentioned it.  You can go now."

 

"But, what about my visit?"

 

"Sorry, what visit was that?"

 

She thought for a second or two, then looked at him sideways, with a glint in her eye and suggested, "..I'll fart on you, if you want.  Would you like me to fart on your face Mr. Fitches?"

 

She had touched a nerve.  It drove him wild.

 

"Oh yes!  YES YES! I should like that very much.  Listen, McWilliams...Shelley...you mustn't breathe a word of this to anybody."

 

Shelley failed to stifle a giggle, "You don't want me to breathe a word that you want to breathe the gas from my bum!"

 

He grew sterner, "I mean it, you don't want to cross me."  Then he softened again, "Now why don't you bring that pretty little arse of yours over here and give uncle Graham what he likes."

 

"I can't just fart on demand you know.  OK, I'll try, but it might need some preparation"

 

She bent over the desk and raised her skirt.  He had recovered and was stiff again as he manoeuvered in behind her on his knees and put his face right up to the crack of her bottom.  She began to strain, trying to push some gas out.  Fitches hooked her panties aside and gently prised her cheeks apart with his hand.  He was transfixed by the sight of her anal sphincter as it quivered open and shut with her efforts.  He secretly hoped she would accidentally shit on him, but she didn't.  After a few seconds she let out a tiny little "poooof".  That was all he would get today.  He pushed his face in and nestled it  between her cheeks, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.  Shelley could feel him wanking against her leg.  She stayed there and waited for him to finish.

 

He got up and she rearranged her clothes and prepared to leave.

 

"Tonight your dinner will be liberally adorned with cabbage, Brussels sprouts and baked beans.  Tomorrow morning please come and see me straight after morning assembly, and we'll do this properly.  I'll also advise you of the arrangements for you to see your father.  You absolutely must not let anyone else know that you've been granted a visit.  Now take off your panties and leave them on the table, then you can go," then he added, "thank you Shelley."

 

Shelley took off her knickers and left them on the desk, as he had asked, then smoothed down her skirt and left, heading for her room to get another pair.  She was getting a little bored of the fact that she couldn't seem to get through a single day in this place without one of the men confiscating her underwear.  What was the fascination?

 

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The following morning Shelley was in great discomfort.  The Fitches diet had had its desired effect.  Not only had she had dinner as prescribed, but that evening another plate of flatulent food arrived for her to eat, and her breakfast had been in the same vein.  She wasn't going to eat sprouts again for months.  She had to keep her buttocks clenched to stop it from escaping, so desperate was she to let rip.  If he was into farting then he was going to have the time of his life when this lot came out.  She wasn't totally successful either, and there were some comical moments in the dining room when she gave in to an urge and had her dining companions shuffling themselves to the far end of the table and holding their noses in disgust, while making the usual silly jokes that girls make at these times.

 

At the appointed time she knocked on Fitches door and was startled when he opened it straight away, whisked her inside then locked it behind them.  Fitches was agitated and excited.  He was clearly looking forward to this.  He began to undress and she was treated to the unedifying sight of his oversized, middle aged belly.  On the screen of his computer were pictures of several girls, who looked around 18, in various states of undress from school uniform costumes, one of whom was sitting on a naked man's face.  Nodding towards the screen, she asked "Would you like me to sit on your face, sir?"

 

"Yes Shelley, I would like it very much if you would sit on my face and then fart on my face", he said, even getting aroused just saying those words.  With that he lay his naked body on the floor, face up, and looked up her skirt, eagerly awaiting the descent of her fine, firm young arse onto his face.  She didn't know that he already had a video of just such a view.  He had not lost his habit of filming up girls' skirts since arriving at Marigold's, via the penal system.  Hidden in the floor of his office was a camera, which filmed directly upwards.  He would ensure that each girl who came to see him had cause to stand over it.  Another camera filmed their faces.  He had a software system which automatically married the two video feeds together so he could play back the feeds of face and upskirt shot together, while he fiddled with himself.  No sooner had Shelley left on the last occasion than he had made a beeline for the mouse, with which he dragged and dropped her video into the "favourites" folder.  It was a good thing that files could not get worn out like cassette tapes, or this one would have been well grainy by now.  Taking her cue from Fitches, Shelley was about to undress, and was in the process of removing her skirt when he stopped her and bade that she remain fully dressed.  The naughtiness of sticking his head up her skirt was part of the fun, and he could happily grope her tits through the blouse, and remove it at leisure when it suited him.

 

Shelley, eased herself across his chest so that she was kneeling either side of it, facing towards his feet, before lowering herself and pushing herself backwards until her bottom was resting against his face.  His little cock was standing stiffly upright and she could feel him hyperventilating against her skin.  She sat on his face.  His hand moved round her front, and put gentle pressure on her, indicating that she should sit upright - he wanted her full weight on him.  Then he tapped her on the leg.  She took that as a sign to let go - so she relaxed herself and farted.  She was desperately trying not to laugh, it was so ridiculous.  He jerked a little and she lifted up to see if he was okay.  "Oh, that was lovely, please don't stop!  If I need you to get up I'll tap you on the leg three times, otherwise you just sit there and fart as much as you can....and play with me too, if you don't mind."  "The one who smelt it dealt it!" she chuckled.  Shelley sat back down and idly fiddled with his willie.  The diet had done the trick and she had enough gas to heat a moderately sized house stored in her bowels.  He was really in no hurry to finish.  Fitches was in his element.  Every few minutes she would get another one and fart straight into his face.  In between she gently stroked his cock, while he felt her legs, or put his hands up her blouse and fondled her breasts.  When he seemed on the verge of shooting his load she would ease back and let him recover before playing with it again.  Doing this she managed to eke it out for a whole hour, before finally the deputy headmaster's whole body went into spasm, then he jerked as the spunk shot from the tip of his cock.  Some of it went over her hand and the rest dribbled down the shaft or landed on his belly.  She moved to get up, but he held her back, and spent another five glorious minutes post-orgasm just enjoying having his face snuggled into her bottom.  At last he let her rise.  Aside from her dishevelled blouse, and her panties which had been hooked aside at the back, Shelley was still full clothed.  Fitches was beaming.   "Fantastic girl, bloody wonderful, you've made a dirty old man very happy."  As Shelley, still slightly bemused reached over to take tissues from the box on the desk (which Fitches always kept handy) he began to detail the arrangements for the visit that she had earned herself.  If only he knew that it was not just a visit, but a conjugal one.  That little snippet of information was best kept under wraps.  She would have to tread carefully as secrets were remarkably difficult to keep in this place, for some reason.

 

The visit would take place next Saturday night, under strict secrecy.  Shelley's father would be provided with a room in a part of the school which was off limits to pupils.  Shelley would have permission and access codes to go in there, but she must be out by sunrise or there would be trouble.  They could not have the other girls thinking of trying it on too.  Fitches had decided that he had better inform Thornton about what was going on.  Thornton had seemed quite relaxed about the idea.  No doubt he was scheming some way of wringing something out of McWilliams.  All would become clear at the weekend.  As Shelley walked gratefully out of the open door and closed it behind her she heaved a sigh of relief, and muttered, "fucking creep" under her breath as she disappeared down the down corridor.  It was good to get some fresh air again.  Even if they were hers, they didn't half stink!

 

The next few days passed painfully slowly for Shelley as she counted down the time left  to wait to see her father.  She had to keep it to herself so she couldn't even share the excitement with her friends.  Neither could she relate to them the bizarre goings on in the deputy head's office.  She knew he would want more, eventually; he would wear her down, cajole her, pester her until finally she would give in and perform the depraved acts that he was desperate for.  For his own part, Fitches rapidly became infatuated with Shelley and was forever looking for reasons to have her in his office.

 

The weekend did finally arrive, and on Saturday night, as promised, Shelley got to see her dad.  At the pre-arranged time, just before midnight, one of the prefects arrived at Shelley’s dormitory and hauled her out of bed.  As briefed she took Shelley to Fitches office, telling her in no uncertain terms that she was “in big trouble.”  The prefect believed this to be the case, and returned to her own room in the belief that Fitches was going to find reason to spank her, or worse.  Perhaps he had had urges that needed relieving, or maybe she really had misbehaved.  Either way the prefect didn’t care, since she was not the one who was fortunate enough to be getting her hands on the girl.  As soon as the prefect was safely out of the way Fitches gave Shelley the details of how to get to the room, and eager with anticipation she set off, across the deserted courtyard to the wing which was normally never visited by students.  Passing through locked doors and up winding staircases she found the room and knocked tentatively on the door.  This must be where Thornton’s special guests were normally accommodated, in which case there might be one or two girls who were familiar with the interior of this place, though probably not how to get in.

 

The door opened and Shelley’s heart leapt for joy as she fell into the arms of her beloved father.  “Daddy!”  “Munchkin”, he replied, using his pet name for her.  They just held each other for a few moments, before she had a chance to look around her.  It was a nice room, well decorated and comfortable, which would not look out of place in an upmarket hotel.  Ensuite facilities, a small fridge, no doubt containing drinks, and a double four-poster bed, TV and telephone – an external one by the look of it.  Girls at Marigold’s were not permitted to have external mobile phones or to use external land lines except under strict conditions.  Having been taken from her bed Shelley was dressed appropriately, wearing a fairly transparent negligee, which barely reached the top of her thighs.  Her only other garment was a pair of skimpy silk bikini panties and her slippers.  She had to look the part so as not to arouse suspicion when she was arrested by the prefect, who had delighted in conducting her through the corridors so attired, knowing that anybody might see her and get an eyeful of her delicious body.  Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material, and heaved enticingly as Angus caught sight of her already-erect nipples.  Fitches saw them too, on the monitor.  Of course a camera, several actually, was rigged up in the room.  He was gathering evidence on Thornton’s orders, though he had no idea how much he was about to get.

 

“Oh Munchkin, I’ve been so worried about you.  How are you doing, are they treating you well?”

 

“It’s a weird place Daddy, with some really strange people but I’m coping with it.  Don’t you worry now, they’ve not hurt me, I’ve just had to do some….things….you don’t need details, trust me.”

 

“Oh, darling – they haven’t….you’ve not been raped?”

 

“No Daddy, nothing like that, look please don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

 

They embraced again, just holding each other.  Then Shelley caught sight of a packet of condoms on the bedside table.  She picked them up.  “Daddy, you didn’t need to bring these.”

 

Angus felt ashamed.  “Oh, Munchkin, how selfish of me!  Here you are languishing in this place and all I can think about is getting my end away.  I’ve just missed you so, but I do understand if you don’t want to.”

 

“Oh aye!” Fitches thought to himself, “this is starting to look very interesting.”

 

“No Daddy, what I meant was they give us contraceptive injections here – we don’t need them.  You can have me as nature intended tonight.”

 

Angus was relieved, and elated.  They both wanted it so badly and nothing was going to stop them now.  Shelley kissed Angus again then pushed him gently down onto the bed.  He was wearing just his dressing gown, and when she pulled it open he had nothing underneath, except a stiff erection, already glistening with pre-cum.  She stroked it gently and Angus feared it would be over in seconds, so desperate was he to fuck his daughter after all this time.  She leaned down and kissed it gently, then swung round into a 69 position, sitting gently on his face and beginning to lick his swollen glans, pulling his foreskin gently down.

 

Fitches was wanking, and scheming.  Now he would be able to coerce the McWilliams girl into satisfying his deeper perversions.

 

Angus buried his tongue immediately in her moist vagina.  She had never tasted as good as this and he eagerly ate her out as her head bobbed up and down his penis.  Angus was not a small man, and his thick member was one part of him that his estranged wife did miss.  Maybe one say she would join her daughter in satisfying their man together – Angus fantasized about this often.  Shelley’s beautiful blonde hair brushed lightly against his skin as she worked on him, a sensation which itself was enough to heighten his arousal.  Angus pulled her lips apart and used his tongue on her vulva and clitoris, while burying his finger inside where he found her g spot.  The pretty blonde teenager went into an ecstatic spasm as she had her first orgasm of the night, while sitting on her daddy’s face as the deputy headmaster watched on his secret monitor.  Shelley lay down as she recovered from her climax, and had to stop Angus from eagerly continuing his cunnilingus because she was too sensitive to be touched.  Instead he stroked her legs and buttocks and told her how much he loved her.  She had magnificent legs, firm and tanned, neither skinny nor fat, the kind of legs that turned heads and set fantasies racing in the minds of men, and sometimes women, who gazed upon them.  And she was all his, he thought greedily, in more than one sense.

 

Shelley rolled over, moved up and kissed him again, then said, “fuck me daddy, fuck my bloody brains out!”

 

She got on her hands and knees and presented herself to him, just as he liked.  She was as irresistible now as she was that first time, high in the castle where he had finally allowed raw basic instinct to triumph over social acceptability and taken his daughter’s virginity, at her own invitation.  Angus knelt behind her, his cock rock hard, and nudged it between her legs.  He rubbed it up and down her introitus then she guided him to the entrance with a hand between her legs.  She was still beautifully tight and he had to work hard to overcome the initial resistance, but eventually he was in.  She gasped as he filled her, and he paused before beginning to thrust gently in and out.  Once they were in a rhythm his pace quickened, and soon he was banging her like there was no tomorrow.  The end of the bed slapped repeatedly against the wall as he piled into her.  She was screaming with delight as he gave it to her.  As he fucked her like a bitch he slapped her bottom, and reached around to grope her breasts, leaning right over her.

 

Angus felt Shelley tense.  She was going to come again, and this time he wanted to be there too.  His pace quickened and he was going at his fastest, panting heavily until finally he groaned as he ejaculated inside her.  As she felt his semen oozing into her she orgasmed, and his climax became all the more intense as he was gripped by her youthful, muscular vagina.  It had been a damned good shag for both of them.  They collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed and he cradled her head against his hairy chest as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

 

Shelley got up and disappeared into the toilet to wee.  Angus feasted his eyes on her glowing red bottom as she walked across the room.  So did Fitches, who was currently cleaning spunk from his belly.  This was priceless, just priceless, on so many levels.

 

Shelley was back, climbing back into bed with Angus.  She looked up at him, with her innocent deep blue eyes, and enquired, “Daddy, as a special treat would you like to fuck me up the arse?”

 

Angus was gobsmacked.  He had no idea she had thoughts like that, and he had never contemplated asking as he knew how painful it would be for her, though he’d no doubt that once she got over that she would grow to enjoy it.  He certainly would.  It had crossed his mind as a way of avoiding the risk of her becoming pregnant but he had not seriously considered it.

 

“Naughty naughty,” said Fitches to himself, “the head hasn’t signed your buggery certificate.”  He was referring to the school rule that no girl could be anally penetrated without the permission of the senior staff, usually the headmaster.  It was to keep them safe from the worst excesses of the highly liberal regime, and also a useful stick to beat them with if they stepped out of line once too often.

 

“Oh Munchkin, are you sure?”

 

“Oh yes, I’ve though about it a lot and it’s something I want to do for you, so you’ll remember tonight until the next time we can be together.”

 

“I couldn’t do it to you, I really…”

 

She put a finger on his lips, as if to say, quiet, no more discussion, we’re going to do it.  She lay on her side, with him behind her, and guided his hand between the cheeks of her firm little bottom.  It was slippery down there.  She had lubricated her anus with some jelly she had found in the bathroom.  No prizes for guessing what went on in these rooms usually.  Angus was beside himself.  Suddenly he was very eager, and was already becoming hard again.  He rubbed his cock up and down the crack of her arse, and fingered her anus.  Then he pushed it against the entrance.  No way.  It was not going to get in there, she was just too tight.  He tried again, and told her to strain like she was trying to go.  She tried not to think about Fitches as she did.  She strained, he pushed and eventually he managed to force his erect cock up his daughter’s arse.  She bit her lip and tried to suppress a scream of pain, but failed.  He asked if she was OK and she just said that he mustn’t pull out now, whatever he did.

 

Slowly, gently, Angus began to move his cock in and out of her tight little bottom.  She was breathing heavily, and once or twice reached a hand back to slow him down, but imploring him not to pull out.  The pain was immense but she was coping with it.  She had never been taken up there before and didn’t really know what to expect.  She felt so full.  He was certainly enjoying the experience.  The way her sphincter gripped his cock was mind blowing, and in his dirty mind he enjoyed the dominant feeling of buggering her.  As time went on she relaxed more and he was able to quicken his pace, but nowhere near what he had managed up her cunt.  He came again, with great force, but this time only a dribble of semen entered her rectum.  Even months of abstinence could not provide such huge quantities of spunk that he could fill her every time.  Still, as he pulled out there was semen dribbling from her anus.

 

Fitches zoomed in, and licked his lips at the sight of cum dribbling from her slightly gaping ring piece. Oh, what a night.

 

The rest of the night they talked, and kissed, and talked more.  They looked forward to the day they could be together again.  They chatted about how she would get through her time there.  As the first rays of sunshine appeared in the sky she did what she had been ordered, bade him a tearful farewell, and disappeared back to her room, her bottom still sore from where he had taken her up the bum.  Neither of them realized how much those few hours of incestuous sex were going to cost them.

 

 

The following Monday morning Fitches went to see his boss, the headmaster, Jim Thornton.  He had thought long and hard about his course of action after watching them at it last night.  Fitches wanted to use the film for his own ends.  Now that he had that information at his disposal he could blackmail Shelley and get her to do what he wanted.  Thornton would want it for a different reason, in order to use it against her father.  Eventually Fitches decided he had to come clean, even if it meant his prize slipping through his fingers for now.

 

Thornton slapped him on the back.  “Graham, my dear chap”, he boomed, “we can both have what we want!  You can tell the McWilliams girl that her father doesn’t know about the tape, and have your wicked way with her.  I’ll tell daddy that she doesn’t know about it, but if he doesn’t become one of our financial backers then he will find it is he who gets taken up the arse on a regular basis – by the inhabitants of that prison he is so desperate to avoid.  If word got out that he was doing his own daughter he’d be back in court and on that plane in no time.  Deal?”

 

Of course it was.  Fitches beamed, as he contemplated putting Shelley on the spot.  Now she would have to go further to satisfy his bizarre desires.

 

 

Not again, she thought.  Fitches just would not leave her alone these days.  She seemed to spend half her life in his office.  After the weekend gone by she had hoped he would lay off for a bit, but no, here she was again for another of his fireside chats.  She sat uncomfortably as her bum was still a bit sore.

 

“So, Shelley, nice time on Saturday?”

 

“Yes sir, it was.  I’d like to do it again soon, if I may.”

 

“Daddy’s cock still tasty?”

 

She stopped dead in her tracks.  A moment of silence passed as she suddenly felt very cold.  “Excuse me?”

 

“Bet you didn’t want to suck it again after it had been up your backside, eh?”

 

Shelley was devastated.  How did he know?  Nobody else in the world knew about it, so far as she was aware.  She hung her head, and began to sob gently.  “You bastard!  You dirty, evil fucking bastard…”

 

Fitches came over and knelt before her.

 

“Shelley, I love you”

 

“What?!”

 

“I love you.”

 

“No you don’t!  Don’t say that again.  I hate you.”

 

“Shelley, this goes no further….but you have to do…..things….for me.”

 

“Like what?  I’m not going to let you fuck me.”

 

Maybe in time, he thought, but for now there were other desires he needed fulfilling.

 

“Shelley, I want you to make me your toilet slave.  Outside this office I am your deputy head, and you show me respect.  In here, behind closed doors, I submit myself totally to your gorgeous body.  I want to worship you like the goddess that you are.”

 

He meant it.  He had grown increasingly obsessed with her.  She was temporarily speechless.

 

“What’s a toilet slave?”  She had a feeling she knew but hoped it was something else.  It wasn’t.

 

As a bemused Shelley looked on Fitches locked the door then produced a tarpaulin mat, which he rolled out on the floor.  Once again she was treated to the unedifying sight of his naked body as he undressed and lay himself on the mat.  He had a hard on.  He instructed her to take her knickers off and come and sit on his face.  She was used to this routine by now, and knew how he liked it, with his face in her bottom.  This time his tongue was soothing as it licked round her bruised ringpiece, and she almost enjoyed it.  Then came the punchline – he asked her to wee on his face.  She didn’t want to but he reminded her that though he idolized her he would not hesitate to incriminate her father if she didn’t comply.

 

Squatting over Fitches, Shelley let go of a stream of wee.  It was hard to go at first since like most people she was conditioned not to open up except when sitting on a toilet.  She had quite a full bladder and when she was part way through weeing on his face he asked her to move down and piss on his cock.  He was clearly enjoying himself. 

 

Then came the final coup de grace.  “Shelley, darling.”

 

“Don’t call me that….why don’t you call me Miss McWilliams or something.”

 

He liked the sound of that – it made her sound dominant.

 

“Miss McWilliams, I would like it very much if you would poo on my face.”

 

It was such a filthy, disgusting request.  Shelley was a very clean girl, and she couldn’t even bear to be dirty down there, never mind do something so ghastly.  As it happened, the stress of the past half hour had already moved her bowels along somewhat so it was no difficulty to go.  Squatting back over his face she began to strain.  As he looked, wide-eyed, from below, Shelley McWilliams opened her anus and pushed a turd of warm, soft brown faceces onto his face.  It was horrible.

 

He lay there, with her shit sitting on his face, then waited until she did another.  Finally he rolled over and let it fall on the mat.  He took a wet wipe and wiped off the rest, then gently wiped her bottom.  She was used to that sort of treatment.  Finally he guided the hand of the horrified girl to his cock and had her wank him off.

 

He dismissed her and she fled from the room as fast as her legs would go.  She left without her knickers once again, but this time it was due to her haste to get away.

 

 

So Shelley finally, reluctantly, became the toilet mistress of the deputy head.  In return he lavished privilege on her.  He gave her a key to the private bathrooms so at least she no longer had crowds of slavering men watching her on the toilet.  But she had to pay regular visits to him, where he became increasingly depraved in his demands.  He had changed himself, too.  He went to the gym and lost weight.  He shaved his hair short so that his balding pate looked less aged.  He had a makeover.  In time she almost began to like him.  He was in charge on the outside but when the door closed the roles reversed.  He called her Miss McWilliams.  She called him Thing, figuring that he did not even deserve a name, so low was he.

 

But she never, ever allowed him to fuck her.

 

To be continued….