Hello, honey, what you upto today?

Hey miho, how are you feeling? You've been quiet, are you nervous about the meeting with the principal today? I know it can be nerve-wracking, but just remember that everything will work out fine and we have all the paperwork in order. Remember to stay strong and speak up for yourself if anyone tries to pin something on you. Mom's here to back you up, no matter what. Just focus on doing your best and being honest with them about what happened at your old school. I believe in you, sweetheart.

“Thank you for hearing us out, principal. I understand the concerns you have regarding Christian's past behavior, but let me assure you that he has matured greatly since then and has learned valuable lessons from those experiences. He is a smart and driven individual who is determined to succeed academically and make positive contributions to your school community. The unfortunate circumstances surrounding his expulsion were beyond his control, and I can personally vouch for the fact that he didn't deserve it.

We have provided all the necessary documentation regarding Christian's progress since then, including counseling sessions, academic achievements, and letters of recommendation from teachers and mentors. Taking these into consideration, along with our son's genuine remorse and commitment to changing his ways, I believe it would be in everyone's best interest if we gave him another chance here at your school.”

London continued to plead for Christian’s case.

“Miss Serrano, I’ve seen all that I need to see, but I don’t believe Christian will be a good fit for our school. His past records are very concerning and it could jeopardize the safety of all the other students in this school. He is your son so of course you’d vouch for him. So your say unfortunately doesn’t have as much weight. Is it possible for me to contact his previous school to ask them more about Christian’s behavior?”

Principal Milton spoke back to London. What London was hearing from Principal Milton was like a broken record however. London had been through six other interviews with principals and they all ask the same thing. To contact the old school and ask more questions. Every time they eventually call back turning down Christian’s admission. There has to be another way London thought.

Little did London know that Principal Milton was a very sly and bad man. He liked what he was seeing in front of him, and he was going to use this opportunity to see if London would do absolutely anything for Christian. Principal Milton knew that this was their last chance to get Christian back into school, and so he was going to use that as leverage.

“I understand your concerns, Principal Milton. However, I urge you to give Christian another chance. He has grown so much since then and is committed to making amends for his past mistakes. His old school might not have been able to provide him with the guidance he needed at the time, but we are confident that he can thrive here under your leadership. If you require any further assurances, I would be more than happy to discuss it further with you in person. As a concerned parent, I will do whatever it takes to ensure my son's future success and well-being.”

Principal Milton shook his head and sighed. “I understand where you are coming from Miss Serrano, you want your child to have a proper education, but his records are all bad signs. And I’m not sure you are willing to do whatever it takes. Children take after their parents Miss Serrano wouldn’t you agree?”

London nodded in agreement, “Yes, Christian takes after me a lot and-“

“Since that is true, I can only assume Christian doesn’t have the drive. Unless I’m wrong?”

Principal Milton cut London off and spoke in a suggesting tone. This was Principal Milton’s plan all along. To put London in a corner to see if she would offer herself for the sake of her son.

"I... I understand what you're saying, Principal Milton. As a parent, my top priority is to provide Christian with the best possible opportunities in life. If there's anything specific that I can do to help convince you of his potential and commitment to turning things around, please don't hesitate to let me know."

London paused for a moment, her heart racing as she considered the principal's words. She couldn't believe he was using her love for her son against her like this. But in that moment, she knew there must be something else she could offer. "Perhaps... if I were to become more involved in the school myself? Volunteer my time, or even help with fundraising efforts?" She swallowed hard, hoping he would find this acceptable.

Principal Milton crossed his arms and in a serious tone, “What do you think?” He said as if she had asked a dumb question.

London knew that her suggestion wasn’t good enough. And Principal Milton only wanted one thing.

“I understand that your concerns lie with the safety and well-being of all the students at this school, Principal Milton. If there's a way in which I could help ensure Christian is able to learn and grow in an environment where he can truly thrive while also maintaining a safe space for others, then please let me know what that might entail. As his mother, there's nothing I wouldn't do to give him every possible chance at success.”

She paused for a moment, trying to think of anything else she could offer. But it seemed like Principal Milton was still unimpressed with her suggestions so far. This was unfair but London had no other choice. There must be something else she could do or say.

Principal Milton could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against his belt. He adjusted in crotch from under the desk away from London’s eyes in anticipation to what lengths she would do.

Principal Milton looked at London and smiled, "You seem like a very dedicated mother, Miss Serrano." His smile grew wider as he leaned forward in his chair. "Let's make a deal then; if you agree to... personally help me with some extra duties around here," he paused, licking his lips suggestively, "in exchange for your son's acceptance into our school, I think we can work something out."

London felt a chill run down her spine as she realized what the principal was implying. But at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. All she wanted was for Christian to have a chance at a better life, and if this was the only way...

Slowly, she nodded her head in agreement, feeling sick to her stomach but determined to do whatever it took for her son's sake. "I understand," she whispered hoarsely. "Just let me know what you need me to do."

Principal Milton shook his head at London. “I think you already know what to do Miss Serrano. But you’re the one who wants something from me. So tell me what do you have to offer to me right now in exchange for your son’s admission?”

“I... I'll do anything you ask. Just please let my son attend your school. I promise I won't tell anyone about this deal, and I'll be discreet. Whatever it takes for him to have a chance at a better future. Please, just give me that chance for my boy.”

Principal Milton looked at London. “Miss Serrano I don’t think you’re quite getting what I’m saying. I need to hear from your lips directly what you are going to do to me in exchange for your son’s admission.”

She felt her cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment, but she forced herself to meet the principal's gaze directly. "I... I'll do anything you want," she whispered hoarsely. "Just tell me what you need." The air between them seemed to grow heavier as they stared at each other, the unspoken understanding hanging like a cloud. Finally, London swallowed hard and nodded once more. "I promise I won't let you down," she said softly and she made her way over to Principal Milton. Principal Milton scooted back on his chair and London got her knees before him. She whimpered and began to unbuckle his belt.

As she worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, a fresh wave of shame washed over her. The whole situation felt surreal, like some twisted nightmare that she couldn't escape from. She forced herself to focus on the task at hand, hoping that if she just got through with this, she could save her son and move forward. Her hands trembled as she reached inside his pants and grasped him firmly, taking his erect member into her hand. Looking up at him through a veil of tears, she began to stroke him gently.

"There you go, sir," she whispered shakily, doing her best to sound confident and eager despite the revulsion she felt inside. "Just tell me what else I can do."

Principal Milton moaned in pleasure and looked down at London with a devious grin.

“No Miss Serrano I won’t tell you a damn thing. Depending on how well you perform will determine if Christian will be admitted into my school. So make sure to try your best.”

"I understand," she said hoarsely, her throat tight with shame and fear as her fingers moved more confidently up and down his length. "Please, just let me save my son." She looked up at him beseechingly, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. Even though every fiber of her being was revolted by this act, she couldn't help but hope that she would finally be able to give Christian the chance he deserved.

As she continued to stroke and please Principal Milton, her mind raced with conflicting emotions. She wanted nothing more than to protect her son from harm and give him a better life. But at what cost? The man sitting before her was using their mutual love for Christian as a tool to manipulate them both into this horrible situation. It felt wrong on every level, but she couldn't see any other way out right now.

"That's it, Miss Serrano," he groaned above her, his hands gripping the back of her head roughly. "You have such a talented mouth..." His voice trailed off as he focused on the sensations she was eliciting from him, guiding her movements with gruff commands and dark encouragements.

London closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sounds and smells around her as she continued to service him. She knew this wasn't who she really was; she didn't deserve this humiliation or degradation. But for now, it was a small price to pay for her son's future. She just prayed that things would get better soon and they could find another way out of this terrible situation.

She wrapped one hand around his thick length and began to stroke him in time with her mouth, using the other hand to massage his balls gently through his pants. The feel of him growing larger in her mouth.

As she worked harder on pleasuring the principal, London couldn't help but think about her son. She wished that Christian was here with her, so they could face this together and find another way to fix things. Maybe if they both tried their best, they could convince someone else to give him a chance at a normal school life. But for now, she had to focus on the task at hand or risk losing everything. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself to ignore the disgust and shame coursing through her veins as she continued to please Principal Milton with her mouth and hands.

"That's it, Miss Serrano," he groaned above her, his hips bucking roughly. "You're so good at this..." His words were laced with praise and encouragement.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt his hot seed spurt into the back of her throat, and she knew he had reached orgasm.

London coughed and gagged as his seed dripped from her lips. London looked up at Principal Milton with anger and also defeat.

“So we have a deal then.” London said hoarsely.

“If that is all you have to offer Miss Serrano I’m not so sure…” Principal Milton said as he took his still erect member in his hand and pressed it against London’s mouth. London kept her mouth closed as his member prodded at her lips. Her eyes were fixated on his erection noticing the size of his erection. Her eyes widened as her eyes went cross eyed as she kept staring at his member. “We’re not finished yet.”

As she gazed up at him, her eyes filling with tears of frustration and shame, London bit back a whimper. She knew that refusing him now would mean sending Christian away from the school forever, but the thought of being forced to perform this degrading act... It was too much to bear. "I'll do whatever you want," she whispered through gritted teeth, closing her eyes as he guided his member past her lips once more.

She began to stroke and suck on him again, desperate to make him satisfied so they could finally be done with this horrible charade. The taste of him in her mouth made her stomach churn, but she forced herself to ignore the nausea as she focused on pleasing him. Each time he moaned or groaned above her, it was like a knife twisting deeper into her heart, reminding her that he held all the power in this situation.

She knew she should hate him for what he'd made her do, but there was something about him that frightened her even more than the thought of losing Christian. Perhaps it was his calculating nature or the way he seemed to enjoy having control over their fates. Either way, she couldn't help but feel like she was in way over her head.

With each passing moment, she prayed that this would all be over soon, and they could find some other way for Christian to get into school without sacrificing any more of themselves. But until then, she would do whatever it took to keep her son's dream alive. Even if it meant enduring this humiliation time and time again.

Principal Milton looked down at London as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. He was impressed to see that she had no trouble taking his entire length and could feel his tip reaching the back of her throat.

Principal Milton reached for the strap of her shirt and pulled it. He let go and the strap made a snapping noise against her shoulder. He clicked his tongue at London hinting her to take off her clothes.

Tears welled up in London's eyes as the principal pulled her shirt and then motioned for her to take it off. She was horrified by his suggestion but knew that she had no choice; if she wanted to keep him satisfied and protect Christian, she had to do whatever he asked. Biting her lip, she nodded miserably and began to unbutton her blouse. The room grew hotter as she shivered from the combination of shame and fear coursing through her veins.

As she shed her clothes piece by piece, the principal watched with interest, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body. London's breasts were full and perfect, her nipples already hard and pebbled from anticipation and fear. The sight only seemed to fuel his desire for her.

"You are very beautiful," he told her, his voice low and dangerous. "Now show me how much you want this." As if she had a choice. With trembling hands, London undid the clasps of his slacks and reached inside to help him remove them. His erection sprang free, standing proudly before her as she stared at his member. She noticed that his size was the biggest she had ever witnessed.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. She knew he was watching her reaction to his massive member, waiting for her to react. Her eyes traced the veins that snaked along its length and for a brief moment, she found herself unable to look away. The feeling of being so powerless in this situation overwhelmed her; it was like he had stripped her not only of her clothes but also of every shred of dignity and self-respect she'd ever possessed.

"Don't just stand there staring," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Show me what you can do." With a trembling hand, she reached out and grasped him firmly, marveling at the heat that flowed from his skin into her palm. She began to stroke him slowly, feeling the tension in his body as he fought for control.

"That's it," he moaned hoarsely. "Touch me like you mean it." London closed her eyes and took a shaky breath, trying to find some strength inside herself that she didn't know existed. Summoning all the courage she could muster, she increased the pace of her strokes, sliding her hand up and down his length with growing confidence.

Her breasts swayed temptingly before him as he watched her touch him so intimately. Principal Milton was getting bored of London however.

“You clearly don’t want this enough.” He sighed and reached for his pants to pull them up.

“No! I-I do…” London said in a panicked and lightly pushed Principal Milton back onto his seat.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stroked him faster and harder, begging silently with her touch for him not to stop, not yet. She didn't know what else she could do; all she had left was this, her body offering itself up in desperate attempt to save her son. And even now, with the taste of defeat bitter on her tongue, she couldn't help but feel a spark of defiance igniting within her.

"Please..." She gasped, her voice ragged from emotion and exertion. "I'll do anything... just let me please you." The words tumbled out of her mouth, a mixture of desperation and shame that nearly choked her as she spoke them. But the longer she touched him like this, the more lost she became in the physicality of it, the easier it was to ignore the weight of what she was doing and where it might lead.

The principal looked at London with calculating eyes, trying to decide if she was telling the truth or not. He was tired of the fellatio. He smiled cruelly and leaned back on his chair, thrusting his hips forward, letting her see the size he had. "Very well then," he breathed hoarsely. "Prove it."

Despite the growing ache between her legs, London reached out and grabbed the tie that was still draped loosely around his neck. With trembling fingers, she pulled it tight, wrapping it several times around her hand before tugging on it, effectively binding him to the chair. Then, ignoring the protests in her mind screaming at her to stop, she climbed onto the desk and straddled his lap, taking his engorged member in one hand and positioning it at her entrance. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs as she looked down into his hungry eyes. She could feel the heat of him seeping through her skin as he watched her move closer, feeling impossibly huge between her legs.

"Good girl," he growled roughly, his voice thick with lust. "once you take me inside that tight little body of yours..." He trailed off suggestively, leaving the rest of the threat hanging in the air like a blade suspended above her head.

She could feel every inch of him press against her entrance, stretching and filling her in a way she'd never known before. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she lowered herself further onto his thick length, feeling the burn of their flesh sliding together. "I will," she moaned softly, arching her back slightly to accommodate him better. With another small shift of her hips, she finally impaled herself on him, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled her completely.

"That's it, baby..." He groaned hoarsely, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. "Ride me like you mean it." She obeyed without hesitation, beginning to bounce up and down his lap. The rhythm of her movement caused their skin to smack against each other. The room was filled with moans and groans, and the clapping of their bare skin as she straddled Principal Milton. His member was the biggest she had ever taken into her womb, and it was hard for her to take it all in. She was determined however to do whatever to please Principal Milton. Christian’s admission to the school was on the line.

Her movements grew more frantic as she sought relief from the intense pleasure wracking through her body. Each time he thrust upwards to meet her downward strokes, he drove himself deeper inside her, claiming her completely and leaving no part of him untouched. Her breath came in short gasps, each exhalation a moan of ecstasy as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, digging deep into his flesh, leaving angry red lines behind as she arched her back and rode him harder still. It felt like an out-of-body experience; each touch was electric, sending shockwaves of sensation through her entire being. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in perfect synchronicity with the demanding thrusts of his hips. She could feel the heat building within her, growing with every passing moment until she was certain it would consume her whole.

With a shuddering cry, her body convulsed around him, spasming as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her. Her voice grew hoarse from all the moaning and shouting, but she couldn't seem to find the strength to stop. She was determined in this unholy union with him, consumed by a need to do whatever it took for Christian to have a normal life.

Principle Milton smiled wickedly as he felt London orgasm from his member. Her womb throbbed against his shaft as he was still inside her. London knew that Principal Milyon hadn’t come yet, and she had more to do.

With a groan, London got off of Principal Milton and turned so that her ass would face him. Her voluptuous plump ass swayed and forth as Principle Milton licked his lips in anticipation. London backed up against him and began to grind her body, keeping him interested.

“Good little slut Miss Serrano. Christian’s admission chances are looking better and better.” He said in a low husky town, ready to devour London’s body at any moment.

London took Principal Milton’s erect member in her hand, and guided it to her entrance. His tip slowly penetrated, and she continued to sit down on his shaft. London slowly lowered herself onto Principal Milton’s lap as her back faced him, giving him a full view of her ass as she took his member deep inside of her. London’s eyes widened as his member kept entering her deeper and deeper. He was so deep that she couldn’t fit any more of him inside her, hitting the deepest part of her womb. London then began to bounce up and down.

Principal Milton smiled wickedly as his eyes were fixated on London’s ass as she rode him up and down.

"Oooh... F-fuck..." She moaned shakily, the feel of him so deep inside her causing every muscle in her body to clench and release with impossible force. Her fingers dug into his knees as she rode him harder using his legs as balance to keep her standing up as she lowered herself down onto him, her breath coming in harsh gasps that echoed around the room like a confession.

With each thrust upward, he filled her deeper, claiming her completely. She could feel every vein standing out on his erection as it stretched and flexed within her body, demanding more with every movement.

She leaned forward as she used her hips to bounce her ass up and down his shaft. They moved together in perfect syncopation. Her eyes drifted shut, unable to focus on anything other than the feel of him inside her.

Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her cries echoing through the room as she felt herself begin to tremble on the edge of another orgasm. Her body tensed in anticipation, every muscle straining towards release, and then with a hoarse shout that seemed to rip from her very soul, she convulsed around him, her entire being spasming as wave after wave of bliss consumed her.

London’s knees were weak as she slumped forward. She put her arms to soften the landing has her face was on the ground. Her knees propped her ass up as she panted. Principal Milton stood from his chair and began to stroke his erection. With a moan, he released his seed all over London. Her ass, back, and hair were shown no mercy to his ejaculation.

She tried not to react as he came over her, the hot liquid splattering across her back and hair. It felt like a violation in more ways than one; his seed coating her skin, marking her as his possession. But she knew it was just part of their twisted bargain. There would be more humiliations to come before this was over, if it ever ended.

With a shudder, she forced herself to stand up straight, wiping the sticky mess from her face and hair as best she could. She turned around slowly, meeting his eyes for the first time since their intimate encounter began. There was no shame or regret in them; only satisfaction and triumph. It was a chilling sight indeed.

"Well then," he crooned huskily, running a hand through his hair. "That took care of everything. Now, why don't you get cleaned up while I finish some paperwork?" He gestured lazily towards the bathroom door as if she should know what was expected of her now.

Her heart sank as she realized that for all intents and purposes, this wasn't just another horrible thing they were making her do; it was reality now. This man held their futures in his hands, and there was nothing they could do to change that. With a quiet sigh, London nodded stiffly and walked numbly towards the bathroom, wondering what fresh hell awaited them next.

London cleaned up the best she could in the bathroom, and once she stepped out Principal Milton was at his desk fully clothed and typing away on his computer. "See yourself out," He said, "And he starts in a week."

London nodded at Principal Milton without a word and left his office. She thought about what happened in his office and felt disgusted and ashamed. The only good that came out it was that Christian was finally accepted in a school. London walked quietly through the hallway until she finally reached the the car where Christian sat waiting.

London smiled at Christian as she told him the good news. "I was able to come to an agreement with Principal Milton!" She said eagerly, "And we were able to get you admitted into the school!"

"That's great mom!" Christian smiled brightly, his face showing clear excitement. London was happy to see her son get so excited about going back to school. It made it worth going through all that humiliation with Principal Milton. She would take that secret to the grave, and never tell Christian what she had to do for him.

As they drove home in silence, London couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them now that Christian was safely enrolled in school. There were still so many things she didn't understand about their situation with Principal Milton, and the thought of facing him again filled her with dread. But for now, at least, they had each other and the hope of a brighter tomorrow.

When they got home, London hugged Christian tightly, breathing in his familiar scent as she buried her face in his neck. "I love you so much," she murmured, voice hoarse from emotion. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you." She didn't know if that was true or not, but she had to believe it; she owed him that much after everything they'd been through together.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, signaling the end of another day, London helped her son with his homework and fixed them dinner, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. But inside, her heart was still aching from the things she had done for him. Maybe someday soon, they could find a way out of this nightmare together. For now though, they would have to survive one day at a time.

It was a quiet Sunday morning as London sat in the pew, lost in thought. The warmth of the sun streaming through the stained-glass windows provided a soothing contrast to the chill that still lingered in her bones. She couldn't help but feel guilty about how her faith had wavered over the past year; it seemed like every time she turned around, another trial was waiting for her and her family. But today, as she listened to the sermon and joined the congregation in song, she felt a spark of hope ignite within her once more.

Since joining this new church, she had made several close friends who shared her love of God and community service. They often got together for bible study or simply to offer each other support and encouragement. It was a balm for her aching soul; a reminder that there were still good people in the world, even if they sometimes seemed far and few between.

As she rose to leave after the service, a gentle smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She couldn't wait until this week when she could meet with her new friends for their regular gathering. Perhaps together, they could find a way to help even more people and bring a little bit of light into a world that sometimes seemed so dark.

With renewed determination, London headed towards the parking lot where her car was parked. Today would be different, she vowed silently to herself. Today, she would focus on making the most of every moment and using her gifts to make a positive impact in whatever way she could. Maybe then, just maybe, they could begin to heal from all that had happened and finally find peace.

Before London could reach her car however, she heard someone in the church calling her name. It was some of her close friends she had made at the church beckoning her over.

London began to walk over to her friends and felt a strong sense of belonging with the church she had joined. Little did London know however that the church was actually a cult that lured women like London into.

Her heart swelled with warmth as she made her way over to the group of women who had become like family to her in such a short time. They greeted her enthusiastically, their smiles bright and genuine. It was hard for London not to feel at home here; they had welcomed her with open arms and shown her unconditional love and support from the very beginning.

As she joined them, they began to share news about upcoming events and community outreach programs that the church was organizing. London couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose as she listened; this was exactly what she had been looking for all along. A way to use her gifts and strengths to make a difference in the lives of others, even if it meant leaving behind some of the pain and heartache they had experienced over the past year.

As they talked and laughed together, London couldn't help but feel grateful for this newfound community. They were helping her heal in ways she never thought possible, giving her hope that perhaps one day soon, she would be able to forgive herself for everything that had happened and move forward with her life. It was a promise she intended to keep, no matter what challenges might lie ahead.

The conversation eventually turned towards the topic of bible study sessions held at the church once a week. London’s interest was piqued.

London conversed gathering more info on the matter and found that then sessions were held once a week after the sun had set. The location was only given to those who were for sure attending.

With renewed excitement and eagerness to learn more about the Bible, London nodded along as her friends explained how beneficial these sessions could be. They shared stories of personal growth and spiritual enlightenment that had come from attending, fueling her desire to join them even further. She couldn't help but feel a surge of energy course through her veins as she imagined what it would be like to delve deeper into the Word of God with these incredible women by her side.

As the conversation wound down, London expressed her interest in attending the bible study sessions as well. The look of joy on their faces told her everything she needed to know; they were thrilled to have someone new to share their knowledge and experiences with. A sense of belonging filled her heart anew as she made plans to join them for the upcoming session, eagerly anticipating the growth and understanding that would surely come from it.

As they parted ways, each heading home or off to spend time with their families, London couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of purpose and hope. Perhaps this was where she was meant to be all along; surrounded by people who loved her unconditionally and helped her find peace in the midst of chaos. She smiled to herself as she got into her car, determined to make the most of every moment from here on out, no matter what challenges might lie ahead.

As she drove home with a spring in her step and a renewed sense of purpose, London couldn't help but wonder what the bible study sessions would be like. She had always been curious about religion and was eager to deepen her understanding of the Bible. Little did she know that this new group of friends would soon reveal themselves as something much more sinister; a cult intent on using her for their own twisted ends.

When she arrived home, London hurried inside, anxious to share her excitement with Christian and tell him all about her plans for their upcoming bible study sessions. She glanced around the room as she walked, taking in their simple but cozy living space. It was a far cry from their old apartment, but it felt like home now. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to feel hopeful about their future together.

As she fixed dinner and chatted with Christian about school and his friends, her mind drifted occasionally back to the conversation she'd had with her 'church friends'. She couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right, but then again, maybe it was just paranoia setting in. It didn't matter anyway; she had made a commitment to them and would see it through, no matter what the cost.

Little did London know that her world was about to be turned upside down as the sinister machinations of the cult she had unwittingly joined began to unfold.