Michelle-3rd Period

Michelle Olsen is a very well known name around her school. Being the sole daughter of her father, James Olsen, one of the richest businessmen in the city on top of possessing her natural good looks means that she's used to getting what she wants.

Starting her day like usual, Michelle woke up two hours early for school, ate and got ready for school while still having an adequate amount of time to do her hair and makeup. It normally took a while to get her ruby lips and auburn hair looking perfect and she refused to leave the house until she had finished. Before leaving, she had one final look in her full length mirror, resting on the wall, at the outfit she'd thrown on for the day: a cute flowery blouse, a little on the loose side, along with some very tight fitting jeans. Satisfied, Michelle stepped out from the Olsen mansion and got a ride to school from her chauffer, paid for with her daddy's money. Michelle spent the first two lessons of the day mostly socialising and being a bother for her teachers who were pretty **** to do anything to incur her wrath, or more accurately the wrath of her father, but waiting for her in 3rd period was an unexpected surprise.

"3rd period, that's art." Michelle thought aloud, walking in the middle of her two friends down the school corridor.

"Oh, it's that time of the week again?" Her friend on the right, Kristy, complained. "I'm stuck with old Dixon again. I mean, seriously!? Geography class is the WORST!"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. Quit complaining." Simona, the girl on the left, adopted a look of annoyance. "Just power through it and meet back up at lunch so we can talk about how we're gonna score tickets for the concert next week."

"Still going on about that? I'm telling you, my dad'll make sure we get them." Michelle said dismissively. "I dunno why you're even stressing about this so much, just relax babes. Anyway I'm gonna go on ahead, I'll see you gals at lunch." Michelle waved with a smile that instantly dropped the second she got out of eyesight. God, dealing with those two was so exhausting sometimes. It's like they never listen.

Anyway, next lesson was art. Art was pretty boring since there wasn't a whole lotta people who Michelle would even consider to be an adequate friend. Honestly. Why did she have to be punished by spending an hour with a bunch of goddamn losers every week. Hell, if she had her way she wouldn't even be doing a stupid class like art. If she wanted a painting done she'd just pay someone for it. But no matter how rich she was it's not like she had the power to just pull stuff from the school curriculum. The thing is though, it wasn't even just the lesson itself. Even the room sucked. There weren't any chairs or tables, just an empty room where they sat on cushions on the floor in a wide circle behind their canvases and had to paint whatever was thrown into the middle that week. Just how low budget could you get?! Totally beneath a girl of her status.

Extending an arm, Michelle pushed open the door and began to make her way to her usual seat but soon picked up that something wasn't quite right. Maya, who usually sat next to her behind the canvas on her left wasn't sitting there. Instead it was some boy.

As Michelle sat herself down on her cushion she was about to ask the boy where Maya was but lost her chance when he spoke instead. "Oh, hi. I've been waiting for you."

What the hell? Who is this kid? "Umm... who the hell are you?" As Michelle eyed the boy up and down she couldn't help notice the boy's penis hanging out in the open, or the fact that he was entirely naked.

"Oh I'm new here and I was told that you were the hottest girl in the class, that's why I decided to sit next to you." The boy did a weird laugh. "Gotta say they weren't kidding. So how big are those funbags anyway?"

"U-uh... what?"

"I'm asking how big those titties are. C'mon just give me a cup size."

"Hmpf! I'm a D cup if you must know." Michelle stuck her nose up. Who does this guy think he is anyway asking questions like that out of the blue.

"D cup? That's hot! You mind if I touch them? Don't worry I'm using my power on you at the moment so you won't realise what's going on and scream about it even if I touch you."

"Uhh... what...?" What the hell was this kid talking about? Power? "Why am I always stuck next to the fucking weirdos." She muttered under her breath.

Squeeze. From nowhere two hands shot out and grabbed hold of Michelle's blouse covered breasts. "Wow, they're bouncy as well." The boy was having a great time bouncing her breasts up and down, getting giddy when they flopped back down into place.

"Having fun playing with my boobs?" Michelle scowled as the boy's hands retreated back to his sides.

"Yeah actually. It was nice squeezing your udders knowing you'd probably slap the shit out of me in a normal situation." A normal situation? The hell was that supposed to mean? This was going to be a long hour wasn't it.

"Ok class! Now that everyone's seated shall we begin?" Mrs Baxter sat down at the head of the circle, addressing the class. "So, as you know, we'll be continuing with our still life module today. Luckily, I was able to get my hands on a fruit bowl this morning or otherwise we'd have to go a little of script." The forty something year old woman laughed which few people reciprocated. Michelle sure as hell wasn't gonna join in.

"Still life? That's boring as shit." A low voice next to Michelle interrupted the laughter. "I mean doesn't every school do that kinda thing? This is art! We should be original!"

"Oh, it looks like our new student has something to say." Mrs Baxter smiled, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was just rudely interrupted. "And what would you suggest we do?"

"Well I know something that no school would have tried before." The boy said. That was pretty confident of him which meant that on the off chance of it actually being a good idea it was probably gonna be something stupid. "How about nude modelling?"

"Nude modelling?" Mrs Baxter initially looked a little shocked but then beamed. "That's... a wonderful idea! Why, no one would have thought of doing that before in a school classroom! But who's going to do the modelling?"

"Me and her." Without hesitation, the new boy had his finger jabbed out at Michelle who had a look of horror on her face.

"Excuse you? I'm not doing anything of the sort! These sort of tasks are beneath someone as rich as I am anyway." Michelle flipped her hair to the side, doing her best to look down on this new kid who didn't seem to know his place.

"Oh? You're rich? So I'm fucking some rich girl pussy today?" The boy's eyes lit up.

"Hmpf! You wish I'd let you have me." Michelle turned her eyes away.

"Oh don't worry I will. And just as easily as I bounced those titties of yours a few minutes ago." God this boy was arrogant. Thinking he could just have his way with her like that.

"Now, now, Michelle. You heard him." Mrs Baxter said with an annoyingly patronising tone of voice. "Get out of those clothes. It's not fair to hold up the rest of the class."

"This is ridiculous!" Michelle cursed silently as she grabbed the parting of her blouse and pulled it open with fury, the buttons standing no chance against this unexpected ****. As Michelle threw the garment to the floor, she stood up whilst expertly unclipping her bra allowing her breasts to spring free. Hmpf! She didn't get the goods out for just anyone and it showed on her face. The displeasure at having these freaks look her over like she was some kind of object and... EWW! She hoped she was imagining it but it looked like Grady was touching himself! Heh, what more could she expect from a loser like him who'd probably never seen a girl's breasts outside of a porno.

With a little struggle, Michelle managed to slip out of her jeans and took off her panties. There! I'm done, ok! It felt weird to be completely naked in a classroom but that was just because she hadn't done it before. Not like there was anything wrong with it.

"Ok, here's how this is going to work." Mrs Baxter began to explain. Michelle noticed the boy, her new modelling partner, focusing his hand on the teacher. What a weird kid. "For the position we're going to draw you in today, I need Michelle, lying on her side, with one elbow on the ground and your hand on the same arm propping your head up."

"But that's, like, super... awesome!" Michelle burst out with cheerful energy that surprised even her. She swore she was about to say the word 'uncomfortable' but the word 'awesome' just blurted itself from her mouth.

"Good." Mrs Baxter smiled. "And for our male model, you're name was...?"

"Ryan."

"Ryan, I need you to lie in a similar pose right behind Michelle. Press up against her as much as you can, ok?"

"Sure thing teach." Michelle watched as Ryan moved into the middle of the classroom and gave her a look as if to say 'well come on then'. Ugh, ordering her around like that, it was despicable.

With a look of resentment, Michelle lay down on the floor in the middle. Luckily, the place they were supposed to be was already covered by some soft material or otherwise her left ass cheek would've had to put up with the cold hard floor for the rest of the lesson. Stretching out her body, she moved her left arm vertically away from her head as far as it would go, then bent it at the elbow so the left side of her head could rest in her palm. "Is that good enough?" She gave an almost sarcastic sneer.

"Looks fine to me." Ryan got down behind her administering a meaty slap to the side of her ass not on the floor. The slap was hard enough to cause the arm holding Michelle's head up to shake and almost send her off balance.

"What the hell was that for, asshole?!" She turned her head as best she could from her position and shouted.

"Watch the language." Mrs Baxter tutted.

"I was just checking if your ass was ready." Ryan smiled innocently.

"Ready? For what?" Michelle snapped.

The boy was lying down behind her, now close enough to whisper in her ear. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." She could feel his meaty rod pressing against her backside, each prod getting closer and closer to her hole. On the surface Michelle was doing her best to portray a feeling of disgust but on the inside she knew she couldn't fight back or resist. It's not like she didn't want to but whenever she got those strong feelings that something was wrong it was like something was pushing them away, making sure they wouldn't be an issue.

"Oh and I'm just gonna rest this here." Michelle could only remain in position as Ryan draped an arm over her back and latched onto her breast. "Hehehe, squeezing these are so much fun!" He laughed as he clenched and unclenched his hand almost rhythmically.

"Alright class, the models are in position, so get to drawing. And remember, models. Try your best not to move around so your classmates won't have their perspectives ruined." Hmpf! Was this really how she was going to be **** to spend the next 50 minutes? Pressed up against this loser with everyone staring. God! The thought of it just sickened Michelle.

The next 20 minutes were pretty slow and uneventful. The worst part about it was that Ryan's penis somehow managed to find it's way into her pussy and every now and then he'd move in and out ever so slightly. Every time it went in there was a feeling of bliss, only to be taken away suddenly as his dick retracted out.

Then, when the lesson reached its halfway point, Ryan whispered into her ear. "Do you know what would be really funny?"

"What!" Michelle spat.

"If I gave you back your awareness."

"My awareness? What the hell are you talking-" Wha... Before she could finish a feeling hit Michelle unlike one she had ever felt before. If she had to put it into words it was like a drunk person becoming sober in a split second. It was like her mind was no longer clouded and the senses she had temporarily lost had just been regained.

"What's going on?" Michelle attempted to put the brave, intimidating voice that she had mastered so well but what came out only amounted to a whimper. It had all come back a little bit too fast for Michelle to properly process. Everything she had done so far in this lesson, letting this stranger fondle her breasts, stripping naked, being the subject for this art class... None of it was making any sense! Why was she so ok about doing everything until right now?!

Michelle was frozen in a state of fear and confusion until a hard thrust slammed into her pussy eliciting an involuntary mixture of a moan/cry. "GAHHHH!" Holy shit! What the fuck?! In her frozen state of utter confusion Michelle had completely forgotten about the boy lying right behind her! "What the hell are you doing?!" Michelle cried as she desperately tried to get away but aside from her head, the rest of her body was locked into place. "What did you do to me?! Why can't I move my body?! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!" She shrieked as loud as she could to try and get the attention of anyone. It didn't matter who came to help at this point.... But no one came. In fact no one said anything. They just kept drawing on their canvases like this was a totally normal situation.

"Michelle, stop moving around goddammit!" The brief silence was interrupted harshly. It was Shauna, one of the school's 'delinquents' who Michelle hated. "How do you expect me to draw your fat cow tits if you keep bouncing them all over the place, huh?" She scowled furiously. "Hey, Kenny!" The delinquent girl yelled to the boy next to her. "Tell Miss Rich Bitch to hold her cow tits still!"

"Ye-ye-yes." Kenny replied meekly. "Um... Mi-Michelle? Erm, could you please keep your... um your... breasts... still, please?"

"That's not what I told you to say ya idiot!" Shauna scowled. "God, just listen to what I say, alright?"

While this conversation was going on, Michelle was watching the whole time, her mouth agape in disbelief. What the fuck was this?! Why wasn't anyone saving her? There was an anger welling up inside her which was released, not on the class but on the boy behind her. "What the fuck did you do?!" Even in her sorry state she had put together that what was going on must have had something to do with this new student... Ryan? Some boy who she'd never seen before, who had come into class today naked and had been ordering her around for the last half hour like a lowly servant. This had to be his doing!

"Me?" The boy feigned innocence.

"Yes, you! You fucker! You fucking **** me and that's why I can't move! You'll fucking pay for this!"

"Hahahahaha!" The boy let out a laughter that was a lot more genuine which only served to make Michelle more angry. "**** you? And what about everyone else?" The boy detached his free arm from her breasts and pointed around the room. "Did I **** them too?"

"Y-You must have! I don't know when but it's the only think that makes sense!" Michelle's voice was a lot more shaky but not from anger but more of fear from a lack of understanding of the situation around her. A girl, who was so used to being in control at all times and ordering people around, being put in this situation was like throwing someone who couldn't swim into the middle of the ocean.

"Maybe it's the only thing that makes sense to you." The boy remained confident. "It's simple really. I'm controlling them all with my powers to make them think this is normal. Right now, you getting fucked by me in the middle of class is the most normalest of things to them."

"Powers? You're insane!" Michelle yelled out. "Nothing like that exists in real life!"

"Heh, you should be grateful. Out of everyone I've messed with so far, you're the only one who I've allowed to speak normally. Everyone else was reduced to saying things that didn't make any sense just coz I thought it would be funny." Everyone else? Michelle thought in horror about what else this guy had done so far. "But I get that my explanation probably doesn't fit the bill for you, maybe I should try something... I know! Hey! loudmouth!" Ryan shouted over to Shauna who was still berating Kenny.

"What?" Shauna snapped as she turned to face both Ryan and Michelle.

"What colour panties you wearing?"

"They're grey. Just have a look if you don't believe me." The girl rolled her eyes and lifted her plaid skirt right up to the bottom of her breasts. Michelle couldn't believe her eyes. One of the scariest girls in the entire school, who once beat up Kyle and his friends so bad for trying to get a look at her panties, was just showing them off like it was no big deal. The way she was holding up her skirt left not only her panties showing but her entire midriff as well.

"And what about you, teach?" Now he was addressing Mrs Baxter. A question like that would get you expelled on the spot but this time...

"Hahaha, the youths these days are so bold. If you must know I'm wearing some white silk panties that my husband bought me as part of a matching set." The way Mrs Baxter was talking made it hard for Michelle not to think she was just having a very twisted dream.

"Well...? Was that enough to make you believe me?" The boy asked earnestly.

"I'll-No-I'll never believe the likes of you!" Michelle cried out and tried squirming away again but only her head was listening to her commands. The rest of her body was locked in place as if she didn't have any control over it at all. "Do you know who my daddy is?! When I tell him what you did to me and everyone else your life will be over! OVER! Do you hear me?! You'll be lucky if to even still be function properly if he finds out what you did to his daughter!"

"Oh, please." The boy said condescendingly. "You still don't get it, do you? If I felt like it I could get your daddy down here right now and have him film me fucking his precious daughter over and over in each and every hole while he and the whole class cheered me on. Then, with a simple thought, I could have that video sent to everyone you've ever known, your friends, your enemies, your family and have them watch as you smile into the camera and tell them how much of a fucking slut you are as my semen spills out of your mouth."

"N-No... P-please don't." Michelle's voice gave away the panic that was starting to set in. She was finally beginning to realise the true gravity of her situation.

"Eh, I said 'if I felt like it'. I'm enjoying myself enough as it is right now." The boy shrugged. "But maybe I could-"

"Ok class! We're getting to the end of the lesson now so please start finishing off your drawings or at least find a good stopping point and we'll leave it there." Mrs Baxter cut him off.

"Ooh, saved by the bell. Aren't you lucky." The boy sighed. "Guess this is it. Well before I go I'm going to have to take away your awareness again, sorry."

"Hey, wait! You can't just-" A shock went through Michelle's body, stopping her from speaking. The last 20 minutes or so felt like a blur as she turned to face Ryan, who was using her ass to push himself up, or maybe he was just using that as an excuse to have another feel. Typical loser, she rolled her eyes. Although, Ryan deserved some sort of apology, Michelle figured. She was quickly regaining her memory of the last 20 minutes and how she had blew up at him for no reason about silly things like sticking his cock up her pussy. That was just part of the modelling and some of the things she said were pretty mean even for her. Even still, if it were anyone else then of course she wouldn't apologise but this was Ryan.

As the class started packing up their things and putting them into their bags, Michelle looked down at her pile of clothes and moved to put them back on when she got a great idea entered her head.

"Um... Ryan?" Michelle did her best cutesy voice that she brought out for only the guys she liked and turned towards the boy, a few feet away from her, who was already looking at her, expectantly.

"Yeah."

"I wanted you to have this, as an apology for shouting at you earlier." She looked away with slight embarrassment and stretched out her arms to give Ryan his gift which he snatched up immediately.

"You're giving me your panties?" Ryan held out the red tight-fitting material in front of him, stretching it out to get a full frontal view.

"Y-Yes! Is there something wrong with that?!" Michelle grew flustered feeling the heat rise to her face.

"No it's great. I'll make sure to treasure them." Ryan moved the crotch area of the panties to his face and took a big inhale.

"Whatever. Don't expect anything else. And don't get the wrong idea this does NOT make us friends!" Michelle stormed away, catching a jovial 'whatever' from Ryan as she picked up her clothes. She'd never gone commando at school but she didn't have much of a choice now as she pulled her jeans up and over her ass. It felt a lot more breezy down there but she only only had to be like this until she got home.

As quick as she could, Michelle put on her bra and blouse and swiftly exited the room, not waiting for her teacher's dismissal. She didn't feel like waiting around and it's not like Mrs Baxter could do anything to her anyway. She was just glad the lesson was over and was ready to put it all behind her.