The Warden covertly possesses students to experience their sexuality

An image had flashed into your mind, a deep, forbidden secret about the Warden, when she had climaxed with the bitter taste of Fay's arse between the tips of your tongues.

When the Warden had departed, you saw the whole scene as if it had been your memory.

You toy with the strand of hair between your thumb and fingertip, assessing your latest target. You've had many satisfying rides among the lusty young students of the Boarbristle Academy, and learned secrets of the other Houses you would never know but for being the ghost-rider behind their eyes.

This time your horse is a Minerval prefect, a third-year fellow who often dozes in the window seat in the sunny corner of the Boarbristle commons after lunch or in the afternoon. You ease yourself into a seat a safe distance away. The strand of hair providing a sure, easy bridge, your eyes in your own cup, you slowly knit the magical threads that will allow you to ride with him. Your breath slows to match his, your pulse beats in time, and finally you feel his body, a ghostly overlay upon yours, a phantom member now depending between your legs. The link established, you depart, keeping him in a corner of your attention.

Your focus is drawn back to the prefect when you feel your phantom member twitch and fill to erection. Setting NON PERTURBARE on your office door and raising a ward, you let your attention fill with the young man's sensorium, letting yourself fade into the background, experiencing the scene as him.

You hang up your robe. Having it tented out in front was annoying and silly-looking for a serious occasion like this, and you'll need Old Number One in a moment, anyway.

"All right, you three," you say. "You've served your time. I hope you've learnt your lessons. Gaunt. Sparks. Applebum. But just in case, I'm here to freshen your recollection, warm it up and make sure it sticks."

The three miscreants are bent over adjoining flogging horses in House Minerval's Penitentarium, holding the handles on the far side. Gaunt's horse is raised for his long legs, and has a riser behind his heels for your use, later. Applebum stands upon a riser, for her short, plump ones. Their robes are tucked up into their waist sashes, leaving their bums exposed and ready. You feel a twitch from Old Number One and a warmth in your cheeks and ears. The marks of their punishment are visible. Not the earlier thrashing, which the Housemaster had applied, but the ongoing sentence. Gaunt and Sparks each have a neat ribbon tied round the root of their pricks, between balls and arse, magically sealed to deny them release. Applebum has a decorous little hood clipped round her pearl, with a similarly frustrating enchantment. The seals don't prevent raising lust, that would hamper their lessons, but they do prevent its satisfaction.

You take up the cane, test its springiness, and give it a few trial whooshes through the air. Gaunt flinches at the sound. Sparks tenses his grip. Applebum trembles. Good.

"In turn now, counting strokes. Gaunt!"

"Yes, Prefect!"

You take aim at Gaunt's pale, skinny bum. Somehow he's managed to sprout a few freckles on it. Well, he'll have some new marks soon.

You clear your throat. "Count!" The cane whistles and smacks.

"ah-ONE!" Gaunt calls out.

In a few minutes, you've warmed yourself up and laid even, red stripes across your three charges' buttocks. Gaunt is whimpering, but his long skinny prick is stiff and weeping tears of lust. Sparks' muscles stand out, knot-tense. Applebum is sniveling.

"All right, you three, almost done." You turn to your assistant. "Clawson, grease them."

Your first-year assistant, a willowy dark-haired woman in Minerval robes, sets down the cane she's been cleaning and oiling. She steps forth with a pot of grease and spreads a generous dab upon the bumholes of Gaunt, Sparks, and Applebum.

"Gaunt, you're first." You step on the riser behind Gaunt's heels, putting Old Number One at the right angle, and pull back your foreskin, pressing yourself forward into Gaunt's bum. The tight ring eases, letting your head enter. Gaunt whimpers as you press deeper, soaking in the softness and heat inside. "Two weeks since you've had relief, Gaunt?" you say. Another whimper. You start thrusting, sliding in and out. "Then you must be so ready." You laugh. "Just remember how frustrating it is to have to wait so long." You fuck him faster. He whimpers in the rhythm of your thrusts. "I discharge you from your punishment. AMISSIO."

The seal breaks and the ribbon falls to the floor. Gaunt moans. His arse squeezes tightly round Old Number One. He cries aloud with each spurt of his release, creaming the dark leather of the flogging horse with the latest tribute to punishment remitted.

You hold your breath steady. You could spurt into Gaunt's skinny bum with satisfaction, but your duty calls you to serve two more. You ease your prick out of Gaunt's arse and let Clawson step up to wipe him.

Sparks is so tense that you can't even get up his bum until Clawson steps up and says, "Sparks, you ninny! Do you want another two weeks? Press out like you need to shit!"

Clawson just earned herself a spanking for speaking out of turn, but it is the right advice. Sparks' tight ring opens for you and you socket Old Number One in his bum.

You make quick work of Sparks, granting him AMISSIO after only a few thrusts. But he has time to make up for. His low groans go on for two full minutes, his arse squeezing on your shaft again and again before he slumps forward across the flogging horse. You ease yourself out. Sparks' abundant seminal tribute drips from the leather down upon the floor.

"Applebum, your turn. Three weeks with a continence hood, naughty girl! You must be fair bursting for a pop." She looks it, too, her thick pink lips swollen and parted. The little hood still securely covers her little head, forbidding her satisfaction. You step up behind her slippered feet standing on the riser and point Old Number One at the broad pink ring of her bumhole, glistening thickly with grease. "Almost over now. Coming in."

Applebum's an easy go, opening for you straightaway. The sweetest arse of all three, slick and soft and hot. She tries to hold her breath steady, but you feel her tremble and start thrusting back at you. "Good girl. Good Minerval. That's what an arse is for here."

"Please, sir, release me," she begs.

"Oh, not yet, your term is over when I say it is." Sweet, sweet arse.

"Prefect, I beg you!" she cries.

"In due time."

It's a fully mutual fuck now, you and Applebum thrusting at each other, your voices both rising. Your balls twitch and your cock swells inside her bum. Too soon, but too late. You roar and spurt your own tribute to her deep inside her sweet back hole.

With a sigh, you ease yourself out. Wonderful. Amazing. You're glowing all over.

"Prefect, don't LEAVE me like this, it's been WEEKS!" she begs.

So pretty, her broad pink bumhole dripping your pearly seed, her lips thick-swollen with unfulfilled need.

"AMISSIO," you incant.

Fay Applebum squeals and convulses, her cane-striped bottom pumping up and down. Her peehole releases a jet of clear fluid, splashing you from balls to belly.

FAY?

You blink back to yourself, sitting on the dressing bench in the Leontes ladies' staff bath with Fay and Golondrina, the Warden's privacy ward on the door after her departure, the Warden's revelation swirling in your mind.

"Yes, let's continue," Fay says. She looks to Golondrina. "If you are still inclined?"

Your favorite secret Dragonfolk lust-interest laughs. "Yes, very much so." She pushes back her red hair.

"Morgan, why are you looking at me so peculiarly?" Fay asks.

Because I just learned that the Warden knows what it feels like to fuck you up the arse, Fay.

"Tell you later," you say, putting on a smile. "Let's do."

"Haha, Morgan," Fay says. She looks to Golondrina. "Morgan always says, like a horse, munch all the hay you can!"

You feel your cheeks colour. "I do not!"

Golondrina looks to you with a smile, her eyes crinkling like she's about to laugh. Those eyes, those sharp heavy brows, dark red. She bends to kiss you, and you respond.

With MIND MELD, you learn the Warden's secret obsession and also learn the Spell GHOST RIDING.

Ghost Riding counts as a FORBIDDEN SPELL if cast unawares upon a subject.

You have a FAVOR from Pipistrelle Clawson, Minerval Prefect.
Your roommate Fay in House Minerval is your FRIEND.
Golondrina Redmoor of House Leontes, is your FRIEND and owes you a FAVOR.
Barbara Torch, Warden of Leontes, is your voyeuristic HANGER-ON.

You have a GOAL (-2 to AMBITION) to get Golondrina Redmoor into House Minerval.

You have 0 XP, Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0.

Roll +CUNNING(+2) (+2 Cunning) to HAVE SEX with Golondrina and Fay.