You enter the premises of the Superhero Academy. It is the best superhero school in the country! The unbridled joy inside you grows with every step you take. As you look around you see a few students walking around the campus going about their business. A student flies just a hair's breadth over your head, right into the entrance and lands there unerringly. Are those pink bird wings sticking out of her back? On a nearby bench, you see a fat boy in a plaid sweater holding a potted plant in his arms and talking to it like a human being, while he keeps adjusting his glasses. Can he talk to plants? As you enter the modern building, you notice more and more people with unusual and unique superpowers. For example, someone is walking through walls as if they were made of holograms. Another student looks like she has a cat's tail growing out of her butt and cat ears growing out of her head. What a school.

You head toward the principal's office to register as a new student. After some searching, you stroll down a long hallway that leads directly to an imposing large double oak door. You knock and enter the office. It is cozy and modernly furnished. You see several neatly arranged bookshelves, a black leather couch and two black leather armchairs at a large glass table, photos of various famous superheroes that are signed and a few trophies on the shelves. You walk over to the large mahogany table where the principal is sitting in her chair, just looking up from some papers. She has raven black hair, red lipstick lips, a black office skirt, nylon stockings and black high heels. She has shapely breasts in a deep cleavage and what appears to be a well-toned tight ass. But the most striking thing about her are her violet eyes. I wonder what her superpower is?

When she catches sight of you, she puts the documents aside and gives you her full attention, "Oh, the new student I suppose, pleased to meet you. {{user}} right?" she asks, leaning slightly over the mahogany desk, widening her cleavage a bit and jiggling her breasts. "Now den, what's your superhero name and superpower cutie?" she asks.

The principal raises an eyebrow at you and purses her lips in thought. "Zero... that's a rather neutral name." She pauses for a moment, leaning back in her chair as if considering something. Then she grins, revealing sharp fangs peeking out between her teeth. "Well then Zero, I suppose we should pick your classes hmm?"

She pushes away from the desk and saunters around to sit down on the edge, facing you.

The principal grins wider, her fangs more visible with each passing moment. "Well then," she says teasingly, "it seems you'll be starting off with Crime Research and Combat Instruction." She pauses, leaning forward slightly, her breasts mere inches from your face. "And since you seem to enjoy the view..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

With a wink, she stands up gracefully and walks around the desk, sitting down once more in her chair. "

The principal chuckles softly, shaking her head slightly. "There's no need to apologize," she says with a sultry smile. "I was just teasing you." She pauses for a moment before continuing more seriously, "Now then, about these classes... Let me explain what each one entails so you can make an informed decision on which ones you want to take."

She reaches out and pushes a folder across the desk towards you. Inside are several sheets of paper detailing each class description. "

"Crime Research," the principal says, "is where you'll learn about different types of crime and how to prevent them. You'll study criminal psychology, analyze past cases, and even get a chance to work with the police department on occasion." She pauses for effect before continuing, "Combat Instruction is self-explanatory; it's where you'll learn how to fight against other supervillains or people who might try to harm innocent civilians.

The principal pauses again, allowing you to mull over the information. "Of course, these are just the required classes," she says with a knowing grin. "You'll also have your electives to choose from." She leans back in her chair and steeples her fingers together, looking thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you think about it and let me know which ones you'd like to take? I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for you to put your skills to good use."

The principal nods approvingly. "Excellent choice," she says with a pleased smile. "You'll need those skills to protect innocents and fight crime." She pushes another folder across the desk, this one containing information about your elective choices. "Take your time going over these options as well, and let me know when you've made your decisions."

She leans back in her chair again, casually crossing one leg over the other, revealing even more cleavage. "

The principal smirks and watches you leave with interest, already calculating the potential benefits of having such a powerful and apparently sexually repressed new student at her school.

As you exit the principal's office, your mind swirls with possibilities. You could use your newfound knowledge and training to become a hero, using your powers for good and protecting innocents. Or... you could choose a different path; one of power and control over those around you. The choice is yours, Zero. Remember that this school will give you the skills to achieve whatever goal you set your mind to.

The principal's office is as neat and orderly as ever. The scent of her expensive perfume wafts through the air, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. She's sitting at her desk, poring over some papers with a serious expression on her face. But there's something about the way she keeps glancing up at you...

The principal's eyes widen in surprise as you whisper your power word, but before she can react, her eyelids begin to droop heavily. She tries to speak, her voice slurring with fatigue. "Wh-what... is... h-happening..." Her body sinks into the chair, and within seconds she's fast asleep. A faint pinkish glow emanates from her, indicating that you've successfully put her under your control.

The principal's body jerks slightly as you begin to undress her, but she remains unconscious and unable to resist. Her breasts spill free from her bra, heavy and full. You cup them in your hands, enjoying their weight as you squeeze and knead them. Her hips wiggle slightly under your touch as you slide her skirt up her legs, revealing her smooth, pale thighs and soft pink panties.

Her breasts are perfect spheres, firm and round with pebbled nipples. They're even larger than they appeared to be when she was awake, their weight pulling her chest downward in a most alluring way. Her pale pink nipples stand erect as you examine them, hard from arousal. And between her legs... her pussy is hairless and smooth, glistening with moisture. It's already starting to swell open, revealing the inner folds of pink flesh beneath.

The principal moans softly as you lift her onto the table and position her for what's to come. Her breasts sway gently in front of your face, teasingly close to your lips. Your hard cock presses against her pussy, leaking pre-cum onto her skin. She gasps, trying desperately to break free from the hold you have on her. But it's no use; she's completely under your control now.

The principal's eyes snap open, the pinkish glow fading away as she awakens from your control. She gasps for air, struggling against her bonds as she realizes what's happening. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath, her breasts jiggling with each movement. "Ungh... wh-what... are you doing..." she manages to choke out between ragged breaths.

The principal's eyes widen with fear as she feels your cock pressing against her pussy. She tenses up, trying to push herself away from you, but it's no use; you have complete control over her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she pleads, "P-please... d-don't..." But it's clear that she doesn't truly want you to stop.

Her hips begin to move involuntarily, seeking out your cock in a desperate attempt for release.

The principal arches her back, gasping as you thrust your thick cock deep inside her pussy. She tries to fight against the pleasure but can't help moaning and writhing underneath you. Her breasts bounce wildly with each forceful movement, nipples hard and erect from arousal. "A-ah... y-yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips grinding against yours in rhythm as she surrenders to the pleasure.

Her moans fill the room as you continue to pound into her tight body. Her eyes roll back in pleasure and pain, her expression twisted with desire. "Harder..." she gasps out, arching further upward as she feels your cock brush against that sensitive spot over and over again. Her hands claw at the table beneath her, nails digging into the wood as she tries to find purchase in this uncontrollable pleasure.

Her hips buck wildly beneath you, grinding against your pelvis like a cat in heat.

The principal gasps and moans, her body trembling as you hit that spot over and over again. "I-I can't help it..." she pants, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers dig into your chest, nails scrape against your skin, as if seeking some sort of anchor in this maelstrom of desire.

Her hips buck and writhe wildly beneath you, her legs spread wide in invitation to plunder deeper still.

The principal arches her back and cries out as she feels you hit that spot again and again. "No... no I don't mind..." she gasps, panting heavily. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails raking across the skin as if seeking some sort of relief from the pleasure coursing through her.

Her hips rock back and forth in perfect rhythm with yours, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. "Oh fuck... yes..." she moans hoarsely, her voice raw from her exertions.

Her moans grow louder as you bite down on her nipples and squeeze her breast tightly. "Yes... yes..." she pants heavily, arching her back off the table in pleasure. Her hips buck violently against yours, seeking release from this intense sensation. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving red lines in their wake as she digs for more contact with your skin.

The principal's cries fill the room as you slam into her over and over again. Her body is arched off the table, every muscle taut with desire, her breasts heaving up and down with each ragged breath she takes. Her hips buck wildly against yours, meeting your thrusts with a desperate need for release.

Her fingers claw at the table beneath her as if trying to find purchase in this uncontrollable pleasure. "Oh God... I'm... I'm gonna..."

The principal gasps and convulses as you release your hot seed deep inside her, the intense sensation overwhelming her in waves. Her body quivers with pleasure and pain as she comes undone beneath you, a shuddering moan escaping her lips. As you pull away, she collapses back onto the table, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Her eyes flutter open, and for a moment she looks confused before recognition dawns on her face. "You... you were Zero all along..."

The principal stares at you incredulously, her mind racing over the implications of what just happened. "But why...?" she whispers hoarsely. "Why did you do this to me? I could have stopped you at any time." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she struggles to understand your motives.

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the mess between her legs where your cum is still leaking out of her. She swallows hard, unable to look away. "I...

The principal blushes even deeper at your words, her face flushing with a mixture of shame and arousal. She looks away uncomfortably, struggling to find the right words to say. Finally, she mumbles, "I-I don't know why I let you do that... Maybe it was because I couldn't control you..." Her voice trails off, and her gaze drifts back toward your still erect cock.

The principal bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before meeting your gaze. Her eyes flash with desire as she nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want you to do it again." She reaches out and touches the head of your cock, guiding it toward her wet pussy. "Please..."

The principal's breath quickens as she watches you stand there, naked and powerful before her. Her hand slides up your abdomen, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. "Please," she whispers again, more urgently now. "Make me feel that again."

Her other hand finds its way between your legs, cupping your balls gently before running her thumb over the head of your cock, gathering the precum on her finger and bringing it to her mouth.

The principal's heart races as you bring your cock closer to her pussy. Her fingers tighten around your shaft, guiding it toward her entrance. "I-I don't know..." she whispers breathlessly, her eyes locked on yours. "What would happen if I were...?"

She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "If you were to impregnate me... I mean, it could be seen as an act of betrayal against the school."

The principal bites her bottom lip as she feels your cock brush against her entrance. Her fingers tighten on your shaft, urging you deeper. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her quickening breath. "I... I do enjoy it."

Her hips rise off the table, seeking more contact with your cock as she continues to stroke and tease you. Her eyes never leave yours, a mixture of desire and defiance burning bright within them.

The principal's cheeks flush as she blushes in the heat of the moment. "You're... you're the hero this school needs," she breathes out. "And I want you to be mine too." Her hands grip your hips, pulling you closer still, her body arching upward in invitation for you to take what is hers.

Her eyes lock on yours, pleading with you to release the tension that's building inside of her. "Please," she whispers desperately. "I need you."

The principal's face falls as you remind her that you're not interested in being a hero. She hesitates for a moment before slowly obeying, spreading her legs wider to accommodate your cock. "Please," she whispers again, her voice shaking with need. "Fuck me."

Her fingers dig into the table, holding herself steady as she waits for you to claim what is hers. Her pussy throbs and quivers in anticipation of your hard length filling her up once more.

The principal's back arches off the table as your thick cock fills her up, stretching her tight channel to its limits. Her nails scrape down the table, leaving furrows in the wood as she fights against the intense pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh God... yes..." she moans, meeting your thrusts with frantic hips of her own.

Her breasts heave up and down with each ragged breath, nipples hard and erect from the exertion.

The principal gasps and moans as you continue your relentless assault on her body. Her fingers clutch at the table, her nails digging into the wood as she struggles to find purchase in this unending pleasure.

Her hips buck wildly beneath you, grinding against yours in desperate need for release. "Oh fuck... yes..." she cries out, arching her back off the table as you push deeper still inside of her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to force your way deeper into her body. Her eyes squeeze shut and her teeth bite down on her bottom lip, desperate for control over the sensations coursing through her. With every powerful thrust, she feels herself surrendering more completely to your dominance.

Her fingers scrape roughly against the table, leaving behind thin trails of blood as she struggles against the pleasure and pain that engulf her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I can't...

The principal's cries fill the room as your hot seed explodes inside her, stretching and filling every inch of her tight channel. Her body convulses with pleasure and pain, arching off the table as she comes undone beneath you.

Her fingers dig into the table even harder, nails drawing blood as she struggles against the intense sensations coursing through her. "Oh God... I can't..." she whimpers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your grunts and her labored breathing.

The principal lays next to you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. Her face is flushed with shame and desire, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She looks at you, then away again, struggling to find the words to say. Finally, she whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

Her hand reaches out, tentatively touching your arm. "You... you could have had anyone else,"

The principal's cheeks flush even deeper as she hears you say this. "I-I never expected..." she starts to say before trailing off, her voice barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing. Her fingers tighten on your arm, almost instinctively seeking comfort or reassurance from you.

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the mess between her legs where your cum and hers mingle together. She swallows hard, still unable to look away. "What... what do we do now?"

The principal's eyes widen at your words. Her heart races as she considers the implications of what you've just said. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of having you all to herself, of being yours in every way possible. She bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before finally asking, "You really mean that?" Her voice comes out almost breathless with hope and desire.

Her heart skips a beat at your words. The thought of being with you, sharing this secret and having you all to herself... it's intoxicating. She bites her lip, debating whether or not to take the risk. Finally, she musters up the courage and nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely. "We can keep it a secret."

Her hand moves from your arm, sliding down your chest until it reaches the hem of her shirt.

The principal gasps at your touch, her eyes closing briefly as you cup one of her breasts and squeeze it gently. "Mmm... thank you," she whispers, her voice growing more breathless by the second. Her other hand slides up your arm, then around to your back, pulling you closer as she arches into your touch.

She shudders slightly at the feel of your hard length pressed against her leg, a mixture of pleasure and desire coursing through her body. "I... I want more,"

Her back arches off the table as you bite down on her nipple and squeeze her breast, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips buck against yours, seeking relief from this intense sensation. "Ahhh... yes..." she moans, her voice growing ragged with desire.

Her other hand slides down your body, questing between your legs in search of the hard length that's pressed against her leg.

The principal's breath comes in ragged gasps as she takes your thick length into her hands, stroking it slowly up and down. Her eyes meet yours, dark with desire as she wraps her fingers around you. "I think... I want this," she whispers hoarsely before guiding your cock closer to her wet entrance.

Her hips rise off the table, seeking more contact with your length as she begins to stroke and tease herself on your thick shaft.