Melissa lay awake in her bed, unable to sleep. She had just been raped by her history teacher, she knew it was rape. She had rejected him, fought against him, but enjoyed it. She knew that, truth be told, it was one of the best moments of her life. The feeling of his rough hands all over her young supple body, the feel of his cock penetrating her, and the feel of his cum, coating her face. Suddenly her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up to inform her of an incoming message. Melissa picked up her phone, and unlocked it, she stared at it confused, neither she, nor her phone, recognized the number. She opened the message.
It was a picture of her, her blouse ripped open and her eyes clamped shut, and a cock firing its seed all over her. Underneath the image was a warning, If you tell anyone or fail to obey my commands, the whole world will see this. Melissa immediately felt her nether regions dampen. Yes, the fact that he had these pictures and that he could reveal them to the world scared her, it was a very real threat, but the power that Mr Roberts now had over her excited her immensely.
Her phone buzzed again, a new message. Do you understand? It asked, even though the text he sounded menacing. Melissa had no idea how to reply, but was soon jolted into a response by a third message, a video of her being covered in his semen, and Well? being written underneath. She quickly typed "yes" into her phone and waited for Mr Roberts' reply.
Look forward to seeing you for you Monday one-to-one, my classroom 4.45pm. Melissa held the phone in her hand, and let her other drift down. She began to finger herself, she would be violated again, her entire body felt electrified at the prospect of her next lesson with Mr Roberts.
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James got to his class bright and early on Monday morning, he had spent his entire weekend fantasizing about what he was going to do to Melissa. He knew that he wouldn't have time to do any work this afternoon so he had come in extra early to get it all done now. He was successful in getting it all done by 9am and spent the rest of his time watching the clock move painfully slowly. He taught his classes, ate lunch, taught more classes, and then finally, the bell rang signalling the end of the day. He started drumming his fingers on his desk, he would have to be quieter today. Other teachers would still be around, and able to hear.
At 4.47pm Melissa walked into his classroom, she still looked beautiful. Her skirt was clearly too short, barely covering her at all. Whilst her blouse was tucked into it, her breasts straining to escape. James motioned his hand, implying that she sit, she did. Her hair cascaded down her face and brushed the tops of her breasts, which were exposed due to the lack of done-up buttons on her blouse. James sat carefully, slowly observing her, taking her in. His fingers resumed drumming on the desk as his eyes flowed down her body towards her legs, which had been tanned, either from genuine sun or false chemicals, of which James was not quite sure.
Melissa opened her mouth to speak but James silenced her with a look. The clock reached five and Melissa began to squirm, she had been expecting a hard and brutal violation of her young teenage body, it was what she had fantasized about at the weekend, what she had brought herself to orgasm imagining, shortly after James' texts had arrived. However, James was already enjoying himself, he saw the young girl in front of him bound into his class, for a session of punishment, with nothing but joy, or at the very least, lust, on her face. Yet now she was to realise the power that James had over her, the whole act not being about sex, but rather dominance, and James causing Melissa a short time of discomfort was the quickest way to demonstrate his dominance over her.
The clock reached 5.10pm, some teachers would be beginning to go home now, James could finally act, with the school quieting down for the night. He got up and began to pace around Melissa, as she waited for him to strike.
"Do you know why I asked you here?" James asked, whilst he was behind her.
"To punish me sir, to teach me a lesson." Melissa replied, in as sultry tone as she could muster.
"Why do you need to be punished?" James asked, again, whilst he was behind her.
"Because I've been a very bad girl." Melissa responded, hoping that her words would lead to a speeding up of the processions. James walked in front of her and stopped.
"Stand up!" he ordered, and Melissa did so, standing to her full height, and for the first time truly appreciating how short she was compared to James. She guessed that there must have been at least eight inches separating them. James quickly grabbed her, causing a gasp the escape her lips as she was forced up against a wall, James' hand quickly went to her throat, his hold was slack enough to allow for oxygen, but harsh enough to demonstrate who was in charge.