The Science Project

Sophie needed those extra grades and she knew the price. Headmistress ran the Science Fair like it was her own private kingdom. If Sophie could make her look twice—make her nod, smirk, own her—she might still scrape through. Every lash, every slap, every order barked out, Sophie would swallow. She’d kneel, crawl, choke back tears if that was what it took. Blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders, corset cinched tight, pushing her heavy tits up until the pale flesh nearly spilled over the black silk. Brunettes and black-haired girls moved in the background, watching. Sophie could feel their eyes. She wondered how many of them had offered the same bargain. She lifted her chin, breathed deep, and waited for the Headmistress to decide how far she wanted to take it tonight.