Electing the Prom Court [Group] [Dubcon] [High School Prom]

The harsh squeal of feedback blasts through the music.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please?” Principal Heller tucks his clipboard under his arm and gives the microphone several taps with his finger tips. The crowd of dancing adolescents groans but ceases their grinding, gyrations and slowly turns towards the stage.

“Thank you, thank you.” The principle pushes his horn-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose and takes the clipboard from under his arm.

“It’s to get to everyone’s favorite part of the evening. Crowning our Prom Court!” At this, the crowd cheers. Being high-schoolers, this includes lots of whooping, whistles, and hell yeah’s.

“Ok, first. I want to remind everyone that this is your Prom Court. The winners tonight were all elected by a vote of the student body. I’d like to ask Brittany Courtland, head of the Prom Planning Committee, to please come to the stage.” Brittany walks out from behind the curtain to smattered applause and one “Go, Brittany”. She’s carrying a bag, presumably filled with Prom Court regalia.

“Alright,” Principal Heller adjusts his glasses, squinting down at his clipboard. ”I’m very pleased to announce that this year’s Prom King is Mr. Marcus Abrams.” The crowd goes crazy. Marcus, star athlete and all around cool guy, walks through the parted crowd eagerly high-fiving the crowd as he passes. At 6’5, he’s easily one of the tallest people in the room, and as he mounts the stage (skipping the stairs and simply vaulting from the floor onto the raised platform) he also dwarfs the principal..

Brittany fishes in her bag and comes out with a golden crown and a long sash in the school colors. It’s emblazoned with the word “King”. The sashes are thin and threadbare in place as these are tradition, passed down from the inaugural class at their school.

“Yes, yes.” The principal claps awkwardly with the microphone as Marcus mugs for the photographers, flexing his bicep and beaming.

“Next up is our Queen – Ms. Maggie Johnson!” Applause erupts again, and every head turns around frantically looking for Maggie. A stunning brunette moves waif-like to the stage. Heads are nodding along with whispered conversations.

“I know she’d win.” “She definitely deserved it.” “I LOOOOOOVE Maggie.”

Maggie was no doubt incredibly popular but having started 9th grade as shy and nervous Gerald Johnson, she’d come a long way. She’d gone through the stunningly difficult task of transitioning in high-school, and the student body had rallied around her, adopting her as an ersatz mascot. They each hoped that they could face the world as bravely as Maggie.

On stage, Brittany pulls out a tiara and Queen sash for Maggie, and cries of “Yaaas, Queen!” ring out as she puts it on.

Marcus and Maggie stand together, posing for pictures. He asks first but then leans down to plant a kiss on Maggie’s cheek when she gives permission. The room goes wild.

Finally, Principal Heller quiets the room down once more. “Excellent, excellent. And we have one final position to round out our court.” His glasses have slipped down his nose again, so he pushes them back up with his index finger. “Our Prom Cum Dump this year is Ms. Ashley Dixon!”

If the applause before was excited, it’s absolute mania now. Ashley is being pushed, pulled and cajoled to the front of the room, despite her best protestations. Incidentally, she’ll also be named valedictorian at graduation and has served as Chairman of the Yearbook Club, Editor of the Student Newspaper and a brief stint as President of the Student Government (after the popularly elected President was impeached for putting his dick in the frozen yogurt machine and she was installed by fiat of the faculty. It was an outright coup d’etat). No one likes her personality much at all, but they’ve all admired her for her D-cup breasts, full lips and shapely ass.

She stumbles on stage with her hands held in front of her, eagerly trying to deny the award.

“Oh, Ashley. Be a good sport now.” The principal chides. Brittany deftly catches one of Ashley’s wrists in one half of a pair of pink, furry handcuffs. With an agility that helped make Brittany all-state in lacrosse, she twists Ashley’s arm behind her back and clips the cuffs around Ashley’s other wrist.

“Now, just wait a goddamn second.” But Ashley feels a sudden job in the side of her neck. Her ability to speak completely fails.

“Alright, just to remind everyone how this works, you voted for her so Ashley is basically fair game tonight. Please, no rough-housing. Let’s keep this all light-hearted and fun. Brittany has just given Ashley a mild sedative in her neck. That should keep her quiet for most of the evening. But it may also make her a little woozy, okay? So please remember, she may be unsteady of her feet. I recommend putting her on her knees or against a wall. All right, are we all set over there?”

As Principal Heller say this, Brittany clips the last thread of Ashley’s dress, letting the fabric fall to the ground. Her bra and panties quickly join the pile at her feet, and Brittany drapes the sash embroidered with “Cum Dump” around Ashley’s shoulders. In addition to threadbare, Ashley’s sash is also crusty and stained.

“Excellent. Well, this is the last announcement for the evening. We’re going to bring the lights back down and the music back up. Please, everyone remember to be safe tonight, and have fun, alright?” The mic goes dead and Principal Heller disappears down the stairs with a smile.

On stage, Ashley looks around groggy. Marcus has already approached her, tugging his long, dark cock through the zipper of his tuxedo. The band has retaken the stage and launched into their set. Ashley turns to escape but finds Maggie blocking her way. Maggie’s dress is bunched around her waist and she’s stroking a cock even bigger than Marcus’s. Ashley feels a hand on her shoulder and slowly goes to her knees.

The next several hours pass in a blur. At first, it’s only her mouth that they use, pummeling her throat before blasting cum across her face and hair. But then someone (possibly star mathlete, Dexter Franklin) says loudly, “Fuck this shit. I’m gettin some pussy.”

Then she is on her knees and the assault comes from both ends. She must have swallowed a gallon of cum already, and she can feel it dripping down her thighs in heavy drops. With a start, she realizes that they’ve also taken her ass, and she never even noticed. Drunk off the drugs and so wet with teenage cum, she’d somehow missed it, but she can feel it now. The thick shaft sliding into her until she feels the tickle of pubes and press of someone’s hips against her ass.

She more than loses count. Most of the male student body takes her and at least a few of the teachers do, as well. During a lull, she even looks up to Principal Heller stroking what looks like a misshapen mushroom above her face, dribbling a few droplets of spunk, and walking away satisfied.

She’s even more surprised by the female student body. A few take pity on her and dab at her leaking holes with napkins. A few of the less kind snap photos and videos or even plant themselves atop Ashley’s upturned face. She eats her share of pussy and ass that night, confident that she can taste the now familiar freshly spent cum in more than one girl.

The night fades into an ever endless sea of pounding bass and sexual debauchery.

When she wakes the next morning, her entire body is sore. But as she looks around her impeccably neat bedroom, nothing is out of place. She’s clean. She’s home. She’s safe.

She shrugs on a robe and heads downstairs, squinting in the bright light of morning.

“There’s our Prom Girl. Late night, huh?” Her mom is smiling, sipping a steaming mug of coffee.

“Oh, some of your friends came by to drop this off this morning.” She points to a plain manila envelope on the kitchen table.

Hesitantly, Ashley opens it. Inside is a book, maybe 100 pages of high-definition, full color photos. The cover is Ashley’s face, make-up smeared and drenched from chin to forehead in the gleaming sheen of sticky white spunk. Her stomach drops as she reads the inscription.

“Thanks for the Memories!”

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