It's been one week since Mr. Gibson had shown me how to earn better grades.
I had met with him every day after class. Most days he just paws at me with his big hands and calls me names as he rubs his cock against me before he drags me to my knees to suck his cock.
Today as I entered class he told me he had a surprise for me. That's exciting, right? Surprises are good? I knew I should be grateful but the look in his eye made my stomach sink. He has been using his phone to take pictures and videos of his violations of me. He hurt me that first day and promised not to be so rough or brutal again until I had healed, but Mr. Gibson could use those videos at any time to ruin me. What if he's posted them online? He promised he wouldn't but he did threaten to send them to my parents if I tried to back out of our 'arrangement'.
As class ended Mr. Givson asked to see me at the end of the day. I feel sick. He always uses me after class. Why was he giving me a pass. I saw his dick straining in his pants. Is he letting me go? Is he using someone else? I feel dizzy! I'm jealous!
For the rest of the day I can't concentrate. I can't stop my eyes filling up with tears. I should be happy that he no longer wants to use and degrade me but his dominance has helped me find a focus, an outlet. I need 4pm to get here quickly.
Finally, the day ends. As I approach Mr. Gibson's class he's standing at the door waiting for me. I'm always taken aback at his good looks. Those blue eyes, the floppy hair, his smile, those shirts that hug his body showing every ripple, that dick...
'Sophie, right this way' he says almost happy. His tone is warm. It never is. He's giving me bad news I just know it.
As we enter the class he instructs me to take a seat. He leaves the door open and joins me. He never leaves the door open. He doesn't touch me or stand over me to show me his hard cock like he usually does. He's talking to me about my essay.
'Sophie, how do you think you have done? Are you happy with the quality of your work?'
'I...um...guess so. It's not my best work but you are showing me how to be better...do better.'
'It's certainly improving but I can't just keep giving you a free pass. You know that don't you?' His soft tone shocks me.
'I can do better Mr. Gibson. I really can. In class and in my work. I can do more for you. Anything you want. I don't need time to heal. I'll do whatever you need, just please...please don't stop this...' My words are quick to leave my mouth. I'm rushed he can hear how desperate I am.
'This has to stop' he interrupts me. 'I need more Sophie. Now I know you can give me it but what we have is no longer enough to maintain your grades. If you want that you will have to do more. Do you understand where I'm going with this?'
I didn't. I really didn't. All I can hear is that he's leaving me. I can't speak I just sit there looking at my hands sobbing uncontrollably. I feel him over me. He pulls my head towards him to comfort me. He leans down to take my hands and guides me to the back of the class. I can't look at him. I can't speak. He pushes me to my knees and releases his cock.
'Come on, Sophie, open up.'
As I open my mouth to let him in he grabs my hair and forces himself into my throat.
'There we go. That's its you filthy bitch. Take it Sophie...'
I pull my head back the door just closed. In a panic I jump up and try to compose myself.
'Don't mind me...'
I spun around. It's Mr. Shevlin the Engineering teacher. He has a smirk on his face. I turn to look at Mr. Gibson who is just standing there stroking his cock. He doesn't speak. Not a word. He simply takes my hand and guides me back down to my knees. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say.
