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Tormenting Tina Pt. 01

By: JericoKnight



Part 1: The First Day

Chapter 1

Scott slouched into the classroom with his usual afternoon scowl, giving a few of his friends a grunt or a barely perceptible nod as he weaved his way between the rows of desks. His hips actually swayed as he moved, but somehow the walk came across as arrogance more than effeminacy. The desk made an unnecessarily harsh, grating sound as he slumped down into it.

As the class wore on, though, Ms. Williams realized there was something different about him today. He was ... smirky. The boy was always a bit cocky and insolent, but today he seemed to be amused by something. She would catch him staring at her, nakedly leering but instead of quickly looking away in embarrassment the way most 18-year-old boys did, Scott would actually smirk. And each time, he would open a folder on his desk, glance inside and grin. Then he'd close it, smirk at her again and go back to watching the teacher with a undisguised leer.

"Scott, I'd like to speak with you," she said firmly, as the other seniors were leaving. "You seemed to be having trouble focusing today."

"I thought I was focusing pretty good there," he smirked. "But it's your classroom." Waving to his buddies, he slumped down into the desk nearest the teacher and favored her with that infuriating grin again, "So what's up, Ms. T?"

"My name is Ms. Williams," Tina said, trying not to let the boy's attitude get to her.

"No, I think it's Ms. T," Scott grinned, flipping his folder open again. His eyes ran over the page and he looked up with a bright, easy going smile and added, "I think the T must stand for tits."

Taking a deep breath, the young teacher calmed herself, grasped the top edge of the folder and pressed it flat against the desk. It took a few moments for the upside down image to register. The blonde in the photo was attractive with long slender legs and large, very nicely rounded breasts. She was dressed in a soft gray tank top and panties. Before what she was seeing could sink in, Scott flipped the page, the same woman, wavy blond hair, deep, warn brown eyes, less clothing. Page after page flipped by as Tina realized she was looking at photos of herself.

"Pretty hot, huh, Ms. T?" Scott smirked.

"How did you ..."

The boy snorted and shook his head dismissively. "Yeah, because setting your profile to private really protects you," he said, rolling his eyes. "My favorite is the one where you're holding the can of whipped cream between your tits like it's a big, fat cock ... Ms. T."

There was something deliberate and ominous about the way he said the name now. Tina blushed furiously, finding herself unable to meet the boy's gaze. The desk made that harsh, grating noise again as he rose. "You can keep those. I've got copies on my hard disk ... and my cell phone. I might even put a few on the school's website. It's easier to hack than your myspace account."

He was looming over her now. Close enough that his 6'2" height and 180-pound frame seemed menacing. 

"No ... please ..." 

The words died in her throat as the boy's hand snaked into her long, blonde hair, the fingers twisting through her locks and drawing her close, trapping her between his hard, young body and her own desk. For some reason, Tina felt paralyzed. She wanted to struggle, scream, fight, anything, but instead she trembled and bit her lip.

"I like it when you say please," the boy said, his voice low in his throat. "You're going to learn to say that more often. You're going to learn to say a lot of things more often, aren't you ... Ms. T?"

"Please," she whimpered, feeling herself slip into that dark, warm world of sub space as the boy took control of her, seemingly just by recognizing the submissive nature she thought she'd kept hidden.

His chuckle was filled with darkness as slipped a hand inside Tina's blouse, sliding his palm over her flat tummy until it cupped her right breast.

"What's that? Please let you be my little sex toy instead of ruining your life with your own slutty photos?" he said, his fingers rolling her nipple. "I'll think about it. I'll think about it until 8 p.m. and then if you're not at the field house, ready to do everything I say, I'll press the send button on my cell phone and everybody will see what a hot little piece of tail you are. Okay?"

"The field house?" Tina said, her voice quivering with uncertainty.

"Tonight at 8," the boy nodded. "That's where the gear is. I'll trade you all these pics for one of you in a cheerleader outfit. California girls are cute, but I've always wanted my own little Texas cheerleader."

And then he was gone. Tina wasn't sure how long she'd stood there shivering before she came to herself and rushed home to think things over.

Chapter 2

As much as Tina dreaded it, 8 p.m. seemed to take forever to come. Much of the time was spent pacing her bedroom and changing clothes. Nothing seemed appropriate for the initial meeting with a 18-year-old blackmailer.

The teacher had begun by trying to select something formal and authoritarian, but gave up when she realized how easy Scott had seemed to bulldoze his will over hers in her own classroom.

The next choice was frumpy, rifling her closets for outfits that made her look unattractive. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have anything. "Huh, maybe I am a slut," she thought as she sorted through her clothing. "Maybe layers?" She finally gave up in frustration when she realized that would just piss off her blackmailer and he'd simply start telling her to remove layers.

"Let's try to avoid getting him started on telling me to take things off," she muttered.

In the end, she decided to go with something casual and, ironically, sexy. A simple pair of grey sweat pants hugged her lower body over a tiny pink thong designed to eliminate panty lines and a low-cut pale tank top that showed off the perfect mounds of her breasts. She went braless underneath the shirt. Ankle socks and sneakers completed the look.

"There," she said, nodding approvingly at her image in the mirror. "It looks like I just threw something on without caring how I look but it's hot enough to distract him while I bargain with him."

It wouldn't be the first time she'd used her looks to wrap a guy around her little finger, but it was a trifle humiliating to have to resort to it for a high school student.

With a sigh, Tina took a deep breath and headed to her meeting.

* * * *

The first blow to Tina's composure came when she walked into the dimly lit field house to find no one there. On the drive over, she'd rehearsed the confrontation with Scott eager to make demands on her. Instead, there was a light coming from the boy's locker room and she heard him whistling. Following the sound, she stepped from the gloom of the hallway into the garishly lit locker room.

Tina's breath caught in her chest as she realized he'd blown the photos up to poster size and papered the walls with them. Everywhere she looked, school colors of orange and black framed naked and semi-naked images of her.

"Oh my god," she gasped.

"Yes," I am."

"Scott ..."

"No talking," the jock commanded, pressing two fingers against her lips as once again he used his height and weight to trap her against a wall. "You're not here to talk. You're here to listen and obey."

Before the young woman could regain her composure, the boy slid his hand under her tank top, cupping one of her bare breasts and rubbing his palm over the nipple.

"Nice," he murmured. "For a skinny slut, you've got great tits, Ms. T."

Tina's only response was a wordless whimper as her carefully rehearsed arguments disappeared under the blunt assault of the boy's will.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, lowering his lips to brush her earlobe. "Don't lie to me, little slut. I can feel how hard your nipples are getting. I bet that hot little pussy of yours is getting wet, too."

She tried to deny it but all that came out was another weak whimper as his thigh slipped between her legs, rubbing against her crotch. In spite of everything her brain was screaming, Tina could feel her body responding. And for some reason, his condescending chuckle sent little ripples of heat through her belly.

"Yeah, I thought so," he smirked against her throat. "You act all professional in class but deep down you love it when a guy treats you like a little slut."

The teacher felt her mind completely shutting down as his hand slipped into the waistband of her sweats, the fingertips brushing over her mons. Electric shocks of pleasure fired through her body as his forefinger discovered her clit and began making gentle, quick circles around it, barely brushing the sensitive nub. Her body was pressing itself against his hands, ignoring the alarms screaming in her brain as the boy seemed to effortlessly find her errogenous zones.

Tina didn't even remember undressing. Her clothes seemed to just melt away as his fingers slipped inside her and his lips toyed with her ear and throat. By the time the orgasm ripped through her body in earnest, she was naked, sitting in Scott's lap on one of the benches as he finger fucked her. That condescending snicker just sent more chills through her body. Somehow, Scott seemed to have stumbled onto the dark secret to Tina's sexuality. The filthier and more degrading he spoke to her while he fucked her, the more aroused she became and the more willing she became to truly be his obedient little slut. 

Toward the end, he was whispering filthy, disgusting things into her ear as his fingers plunged in and out of her cunt, ordering her to repeat them. Lost in a sexual fog, Tina obeyed, screaming out anything he told her, begging to cum, begging to worship his cock, admitting she was a slut. She was so far gone into her own zone of submissive desire that when the boy took his fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips, she sucked them greedily.

Sliding out from under her, Scott let Tina slump to the floor, curling into a ball as she recovered from the orgasm. Dimly, she was aware of clicking and clanking sounds as he manipulated equipment.

"There," he said, holding up his cell phone in one hand and a camcorder in the other. "I love Bluetooth. Everything we just did is already on the smart card in my cell phone. And on CD."

Whimpering, the naked teacher looked up at the boy in horror.

With an evil grin, Scott nodded.

"That's right, Ms. T.," he said. "If the school board was going to like your nudie pics, they're going to love this video."

Punching a button on the phone, he smiled happily as he let her see the image. Curled up in his lap, Tina was shaking in obvious arousal as she rode his fingers. But the most damning thing was the sound. She'd been so deep into sub space that the teacher had just parroted everything he told her.

"Oh god, yes," Tina heard herself moaning. "I love you, master. This dirty little slut needs your cock. I'll be good. I'll suck off the whole football team for you. And the cheerleaders. I'll do anything, just please let your dirty little slut cum, master."

Slipping the phone into his pocket, the boy grinned down at Tina and asked, "Now, who owns your tight little ass?"

Chapter 3

Scott referred to the rest of the evening as "orientation." 

It began when the young teacher asked if she could get dressed. The student had laughed at her, claiming she hadn't earned the privilege of clothing yet. Still cowed by how easily the boy had dominated her, Tina chewed her lower lip in thought as she tried to think of a way out of her predicament.

"Come here," Scott commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.

Instinctively, Tina began to stand but was cut short again.

"No," the boy barked. "I'd rather watch you crawl."

With a sigh, the young woman settled onto her hands and knees and slowly crawled toward Scott. The boy slouched down onto a bench and spread his thighs wide, offering his teacher a target. He even had the gall to drop his palm onto his crotch, rubbing his cock through the thick material of his jeans as he watched her soft, full breasts sway with each movement. When she reached him, she simply stopped, blushing as she realized her position, naked and on her hands and knees with her face just inches from a student's cock.

"Ass to heels," the boy said, his voice breaking through the fog of her reverie. Tina looked up at him in confusion and he repeated the command. "Ass to heels," he said slowly and ominously. Get up on your knees with your cute little ass resting on your heels."

Wordlessly, the young teacher complied. The boy nodded approvingly and added, "Now put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers together. Pull your shoulders back and push those big tits out at me."

Wordlessly, Tina obeyed, her blush deepening as the boy continued to order her around. "When I say kneel, you'll assume that position," he explained. "Now, when I say kneel up, you'll take that same position but you'll lace your fingers together behind your neck and arch your back more. Understand?"

The teacher nodded as she slipped into the new position, only to have Scott slap her lightly. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but the woman was shocked by the fact that a student had struck her.

"When I ask you a question, you will answer it verbally," he said. "And you will refer to me as Sir or Master, Got that?"

Without thinking, Tina rolled her eyes and replied "You've got to be kidding."

They boy's movements were blindingly fast. One hair twisted through her hair and the other closed around her throat, lifting her by her head. Tina's hands flew to his wrist but she couldn't free herself from his grip. The boy just starred into her panicked eyes until she sank to her knees.

"I'm sorry .... Sir," she said meekly, feeling foolish for apologizing to Scott, but afraid of what the consequences of continuing to resist would be. Her mind was racing, thinking if she could just get through this, once she was back home, she could come up with a plan to escape.

Without answering, the boy unzipped his jeans. The zipper made a harsh sound in the stillness of the deserted field house and Tina was transfixed as he pulled his cock free. It was huge, the teacher thought, thick and already hard with pre-cum beading on the head. She was so hypnotized by the unreality of the scene, she didn't hear his question until the second time he asked.

"What is this?"

"Your penis," Tina said, hastily adding "Sir." Met only with stony silence, she looked up at her tormentor, her warm brown eyes pleading as they searched his cold green glare for a clue to the answer he wanted. Slowly, she licked her lips, and tried again.

"My master's cock, Sir."

"Good girl," Scott said, ruffling her hair affectionately as if she were a dog. "You deserve a reward. You may kiss your master's cock now."

Tina stared up at him in shock, her mouth opening and closing as she sought the words to answer him. Finally, slumping her shoulders in resignation, Tina gave the only answer she could.

"Yes, Sir."

Leaning forward, she carefully placed her pursed lips against the tip of the boy's penis. His hands slipped into her hair and he caressed her almost gently as he cooed, "good girl." Despite herself, Tina felt a faint rush of relief or perhaps even pride at pleasing him. As he continued stroking her hair, the young woman began to run her tongue along the underside of Scott's cock. Feeling a perverse thrill as her ministrations began to make the boy moan and wriggle his hips, Tina opened her mouth and took him inside, bobbing her head slowly as she swallowed as much of him as she could, bathing his shaft with her tongue. She was lost in the pure physical act when Scott began to speak.

"You should be proud of yourself, slut," he said, his voice low and conversational. "A grown woman, crawling around on the floor naked, sucking a student's dick, calling him master. This is where you belong, isn't it? On your knees or your back. Pleasing a man's cock is what you're best at, isn't it?"

Tina began to moan around the cock, cupping his balls and rolling them in her palm. Unconsciously, she began humming against his shaft, answering his questions, agreeing with him. The hunger was growing in her pussy as she realized she did get off on being degraded during sex. When he came in her mouth, Tina swallowed it all down, licking her lips and then kissing the tip again to get the last drop. 

Her soft brown eyes were glowing with pride as she looked up at her master, awaiting his praise. When she saw him smirk before patting her head and saying, "Good girl. You are a very good cocksucker," her eyes grew wide with alarm. What the hell was she just thinking?

The rest of the evening was comically degrading. Keeping her naked, Scott made the teacher take down all the posters, remarking loudly on her charms each time she had to bend over or stretch for something. As she worked, he toyed with her cell phone. Again smirking as he slipped it back into her handbag.

Finished with the last poster, she sighed heavily and crawled to Scott, kneeling as she was taught and politely asking, "May I get dressed now, Master?"

The boy nodded and tossed her a mockery of a cheerleader's uniform. The pleated black mini skirt was obscenely short and the red crop top was sleeveless and backless, held in place with a criss-cross of spaghetti straps.

When she was dressed, still blushing furiously at the image she presented, Scott reached under the skirt and squeezed her pussy, laughing as Tina gave a moan of arousal.

"You are such a slut," he said. "This wet little pussy still wants more cock, doesn't it?"

Tina blushed darker, afraid not to answer. After what seemed an eternity, she meekly whispered, "Yes, Master."

"Too bad," he chuckled. "That didn't sound very sincere to me, so I guess you'll just have to wait til this weekend for a chance to earn more cock."

With that, the boy turned and walked out of the room without looking back. Tina's street clothes, including her shoes, were still rolled up under his arm.

Chapter 4

Tina was in tears on the drive home. Perhaps that's why she swerved a little. Or maybe she was just driving too fast. The reason didn't matter. All that mattered was that just when things seemed to be at their worst, she saw the flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" the patrolman asked, shining his light in the window.

Sniffling, Tina nodded as she tried to compose herself.

"I'm fine," she said. "Just a little upset. It's been a rough night."

"It looks like it," the trooper said, his flashlight beam moving slowly over her near-naked body. She could feel its heat on her breasts and thighs as he paused it, obviously enjoying the peek at her charms. Eventually, it moved all the way down her long, coltish legs to her bare feet.

"It's against California law to drive barefoot, ma'am," he said. "You'll have to put some shoes on to continue."

The teacher blinked. "It is ... I don't have any shoes with me. I left them ..." Taking a deep breath, she put on her sunniest smile and prepared to try again but the patrolman cut her off.

"Step out of the car, ma'am."

Tina was shaking so badly that she stumbled as she got out of the car, catching the cop's arm for support. His arm went around her waist and he held her back firmly against his chest.

"So where did you go tonight that required dressing up like a cheap slut?" he asked as she struggled against him.

"None of your business," Tina grunted, slamming her elbow into his belly ineffectively. "Let me go."

Instantly, the trooper's baton was across her throat, cutting off her air as he hauled her back hard against him. 

"Stop struggling and cooperate," he ordered. "Unless you like the idea of spending the night in jail."


Tormenting Tina Pt. 01



Tina panicked. Her mind was racing. If she was arrested, there would be problems with the school. Where she really was tonight might come out. Resignedly she relaxed against her captor.

"Yes, sir," she said weakly. "I'm sorry. I'll be good."

"That's better," he said, releasing her. Now put your hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs about shoulder width apart, ma'am."

Tina obeyed, all too aware of the image she presented in the obscenely short skirt and crop top as she bent over the hood of her car with her legs splayed.

"Whatever you were doing, you've certainly got the body for it," the cop said. She felt the cool, smooth surface of the nightstick tracing its way along her inner thigh. "What was it? Bachelor party? Are you a stripper? Or a whore?"

Tina's voice choked off in her throat. All she could do was shake her head for a moment. "I'm a school teacher," he gasped out just as the night stick made contact with her bare pussy. Behind her the cop laughed.

"This is an awfully slutty outfit for a teacher," he snorted. "What do you teach? Cocksucking 101?"

"History," she gasped out, her voice lurching as the baton edged between her labia.

"Are you contradicting me, slut?" the cop demanded. Flipping up the short skirt, he slapped her bare ass hard, giving her a stinging blow. "What do you teach?"

"Cocksucking 101, sir," she cried out, not quite believing it was her own voice. His hands even went to her waist, sliding the skirt over her hips so that it could fall the ground, giving the stranger better access to her body.

The night stick broke contact with her pussy for a moment as the skirt slithered down her legs and then it was back again, jabbing into her wet sex. Behind her the cop laughed again. 

"Look how wet you are," he said. "You love this, you little slut. You're getting my baton all wet with your slut slime."

"I'm sorry," Tina apologized, her voice breathless and excited as the thick, merciless shaft stretched her, filling her completely. "I'm sorry I'm such a slut."

She wasn't even completely aware when the second cop arrived or where he had come from. Suddenly, there was just a cock pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth and took it in, sucking it hungrily as the first cop continued fucking her from behind with the baton. Pleasure flowed through her body from the sheer selfishness of the men using her. She had become an object for them. A fantasy. A source of pure pleasure for them.

And yet, even as they enjoyed her, even as she tried her hardest to please them, the cops felt the need to degrade her. 

"You've got to feel these tits. Look at that tight little ass wiggle while she fucks my stick. You should feel her mouth. No matter how far down her throat I try to shove my cock, that tongue never stops moving. Slut. Bitch. Whore. Fuck toy."

With the night stick still buried in her pussy, the first cop finally thrust his cock deep into her ass. There was no preparation. No gentleness, just a hard, insistent cock battering through the tight ring of muscle, making her scream around his partner's cock. Everytime a car passed, she was afraid it was someone she knew, that somehow in the brief flash of headlights they would spot just enough of her on the other side of the car to recognize her.

The tiny crop top was ripped to shreds and her skirt simply disappeared. Eventually, the men came, covering her face and ass with their jism and leaving her there, naked slumped over the hood of her car.

"We'll let you off with a warning this time, slut," the first cop said, slapping her ass. "Next time we might have to take you down to the station and make you entertain the whole force."

Tina nodded weakly, trying to thank the officers for not arresting her. This sent them into gales of laughter as they walked off together, already talking about what a hot little piece of ass she'd been.

A few moments later, Tina slipped back into her car, hoping to just get home before someone else caught her out roaming the streets completely naked.

Chapter 5

Tina was sucking cock. More than sucking it, the blond was worshiping it, devoting every fiber of her being to pleasuring the hard shaft in her mouth. She didn't know the boy. Tina had never seen him until Scott had shoved her face into his crotch a few moments earlier.

It hadn't mattered. By that point, Tina didn't even care who the cock was attached to. Her fist had wrapped around the shaft as she planted a passionate kiss on the head. Her tongue swirled wetly around the ridges of the boy's glans for a moment before Tina's lips parted and she let him slide into her mouth. It seemed like only seconds before she felt another tug as Scott pulled her off the boy's cock with a sharp yank on her leash.

At first, Tina had been mortified when the student made her strip and locked the dog collar and leash around her throat. Crawling in the classroom behind Scott had been more humiliating, but being dragged from desk to desk and forced to suck each boy's cock had been even worse. 

At first.

Soon, as it always did, the rough use the boys were giving her was turning the blond teacher on. Her pussy ached with hunger as she crawled from boy to boy, sucking each cock until a tug on her leash pulled her away. 

"I have to keep her on a leash," Scott was telling one of his fellow students. "The little slut loves cock so much she'd just stay on the first one all day if I let her. The only thing I've let her have to eat all week is cum and the fuckpig is actually gaining weight. I'm going to have to start telling the guy to cum on her face ... or her tits."

Scott punctuated the comment by reaching down to pinch the teacher's nipple, tugging her off the current dick by pulling on her tits. Tina was whimpering in frustration as she stuck out her tongue, desperately trying to reach the boy's cock as she was pulled away.

"Please," she begged. "Let me have more cum. I'll be good. I'll work out more. I won't gain weight."

The mocking laughter turned the young teacher on even more for some reason. She cried out, almost cumming herself when Scott pulled her hair, jerking her into the ass to heels position and ordering her to spread her thighs.

"Make sure everyone can see that pussy, slut," he ordered.

"Yesss ... yes sir," she moaned, spreading her legs using her fingers to pull her labia apart as she leaned back. "Anything, master. Anything you say."

Scott snickered and rubbed his balls across her lips and she opened her mouth, eagerly bathing his balls with her tongue as he tea bagged her. Without realizing it, she had begun rubbing her clit as she serviced the student. She belonged like this. The boys were all right. She was a slut. She deserved to be used and degraded. As she was coming to this realization, Scott tore his balls from her mouth, ordering her to tell the other boys what she was.

Tina knelt there, naked except for a dog collar, her thighs lewdly parted as she played with her clit, panting breathlessly while a high school senior held her leash and she began to speak.

"I'm a slut," she whimpered. "I'm addicted to cock. I need it all the time. I need you to fuck my mouth. Cum on my face and tits. Spit on me. Put me in my place. Treat me like the piece of shit slut I am. I'm just a dirty little slut. I deserve it. You can do anything to me you've ever dreamed of doing to a woman and I'll thank you for it. Use me for your cum bucket. Wipe your dick off in my hair. Pleeeeaaassseee."

That was as far as she got before Scott shoved his cock back in her mouth. Tina plunged her fingers into her pussy, moaning loudly around the thick, hard shaft stuffing her mouth. The 31-year-old teacher gazed up worshipfully at the teenager as the head of his cock sought the back of her throat. Her warm brown eyes were filled with adoration as she worked her tongue along the underside of his cock. Tina felt so lucky to have found a master who understood how a filthy slut like her needed to be treated. She squealed in ecstasy as a second cock brutally forced its way into her pussy from behind and she felt herself beginning to climax.

"Oh, god," she cried out, the sound awakening Tina from her dream as she climaxed. Her fingers were still toying with her pussy as her back arched and she climaxed again.

Gasping, she lay there in the dark, terrified by how real the dream had seemed and how good it had felt to admit she was a slut.



Tormenting Tina Pt. 02



Chapter Six

Tina took great care in dressing for Friday morning's classes. Donning a long-sleeved black blazer and slacks with a gold turtleneck sweater, the teacher made sure no unnecessary skin was showing. Her hair was pulled back into a conservative ponytail and she wore almost no makeup. The only remotely sexy part of her ensemble where the gold strappy sandals with five-inch heels. Tina had slipped them on to keep from walking on the hem of her slacks.

"Maybe this will keep Scott from wanting to paw me in class," she muttered, examining herself in the mirror. "I look plain enough."

The plan seemed to work. Scott had scowled at her in obvious disappointment during home room and she didn't see him again after that. The other boys in the class were also giving her less attention than usual so by the time her planning period rolled around, Tina was beginning to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking perhaps her ordeal might be nearing its end.

"Hi, Ms. T."

Tina jumped as the boy's voice interrupted her. Looking up from the papers she was grading, Tina saw him closing the door to her room and approaching her desk.

"I thought you might want lunch," he said, holding a cardboard box out toward her.

"No thank you, Scott," Tina said, mustering her most professional voice. "I really don't think it's appropriate for you to bring me lunch."

The boy shrugged, letting the box drop to his side. Shaking his head, he gestured toward her and said, "Speaking of inappropriate ... you know how you look reflects upon me. How do you think it makes me look if my slut is walking around in an outfit like that."

Scowling, Tina snapped her pen down, rapping it hard against the desk as she rose to her full height which, unfortunately, was still somewhat lower than Scott's 6'2".

"I am NOT your slut, Scott," she snapped.

In answer, the boy flicked open his cell phone, starting the video already cued to the teacher sitting naked in his lap as he fingered her to an orgasm. On the small screen, Tina was moaning, "I love you, master. This dirty little slut needs your cock. I'll be good. I'll suck off the whole football team for you. And the cheerleaders. I'll do anything, just please let your dirty little slut cum, master."

Tina's breathing quickened and her lips tightened into a hard line as she glared at the boy.

"I was coerced," she said.

"It doesn't look that way in the video," he smirked as he thumbed the buttons. "I suppose I could send it to the superintendent of education and see what he thinks. He might side with you."

"No ... wait ..." Tina yelped, taking a step forward before stopping and cursing herself for letting him manipulate her again.

"I thought so," he said. "Now let's discuss the way my slut should present herself. First of all, no shirts that don't show some cleavage. And no pants at all. Ever. You'll have to change clothes."

Tina rolled her eyes. "I can't change clothes, Scott. Even if I had other clothes here, I would have to have some reason for changing that made sense to the rest of the faculty."

Scott nodded his agreement, reaching into the cardboard pack and flinging a small plastic container of dipping sauce toward her. Deep maroon barbecue sauce splattered over the midsection of her blouse and the groin of her slacks.

"Like that?" he said, opening his eyes wide and innocent.

"You little prick," Tina swore, dabbing at the mess with a tissue from her desk. "I still don't have any other clothes."

"What's in there?" he asked, pointing to a canvas bag by the desk. 

"My tennis clothes," she said. "There's nothing appropriate for the classroom in that."

The boy was already pulling out the short skirt and nodding approvingly. "This will do fine instead of the pants," he noted. "I'll let you keep the jacket, but lose the shirt. If anyone asks, you can show them the stain and say you spilled your lunch on you because you're a clumsy slut."

Tina actually growled at the boy.

"If I take off the shirt, my bra will show," she said, immediately realizing her mistake.

"Then take off the bra, too, slut," Scott smirked.

Gazing forlornly at his cell phone, Tina realized she had no choice but to continue to play along and began easing the slacks down over her hips. Naturally, Scott didn't like her panties either and demanded she remove them as well. From now on, he informed Tina, she could only wear thongs. She also removed her blazer, blouse and bra, blushing furiously as Scott stopped her.

Standing there naked except for her heels, Tina glanced from the windows to the door in near panic. Someone could see her at any moment.

"Scott ..." she began.

"Come give your boss a long, deep kiss," he commanded.

Reluctantly, Tina strolled across the room, her hips swaying suggestively with each step. Wrapping her arms around the student's neck, she pressed her naked body tightly against him as she gave him a long, deep kiss, probing his mouth with her tongue.

"Like that?" she asked breathlessly, trying to appear as sexy as possible now, hoping to get some measure of control over the situation.

Scott merely shook his head.

"I'm your master, not your boss," he grinned wickedly. Patting his crotch, he said, "Here's your boss."

The teacher hesitated only a moment. Her mind was made up when she heard young voices approaching the outer windows. Tina practically dove to her knees to get out of sight as the children passed by. Her hands were shaking either with rage or frustration as she reached up for his fly.

"Nope," the boy said, slapping Tina's hands away. "No hands. Use your mouth."

Scowling. she scooted closer, tugging at the button fly with her teeth. It took several tries but she finally managed it. Then, taking the metal tab of the zipper in her teeth, she slowly pulled it down. Scott patted her head as she kissed his cock through his briefs. After a few more nibbles, she took the waistband in her teeth and tugged it down as well, freeing the boy's cock.

Tina's gaze was downcast as she swiped her tongue over the head of his cock, capturing a droplet of precum. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back.

"Look me in the eye while you suck my cock, slut," he demanded.

For the next ten minutes, Tina kept her big brown eyes locked on Scott's pale green ones. She felt as if the boy could look through her and see each thought she had as his cock slid back and forth over her tongue. Worse, he could see her reaction to every word he uttered. Every vile name. Every insult. Every degrading comment. He could see her nipples getting hard, her pupils dilating and her pussy growing wet as he told her exactly what a dirty, cocksucking little slut she was. He could see her whimper and nod involuntarily when he asked if she wanted to play with her slutty little pussy.

That's when he came in her mouth, pulling his cock back just enough to let all the cum land on her tongue. He wanted her to taste every drop of it. But he didn't let her cum. Instead he began straightening up his clothes, ordering her to get dressed.

A few moments later, Tina was still turned on. She still needed to cum. And she was wearing the short tennis skirt, exposing the long, sexy expanse of her legs all the way to the strappy gold stiletto heels. With each movement her breasts moved freely beneath the blazer, threatening to expose her nipples. She looked like a strip club version of a slutty school teacher.

"Oh, and take your hair down ... or put it up in one of those high, bouncy ponytails. Your choice. And use this." He tossed Tina a tube of bright red lipstick, the kind boys called cocksucker red. "Use it on your nipples, too. Make them stand out a little."

Biting her lip, Tina reached inside the blazer and began applying the lipstick. As humiliating as the way Scott treated her was, Tina was more embarrassed by how horny it was making her. And that turned her on even more.

"Don't change clothes after school," the boy said. "I'll be spending the weekend at your house. So do whatever you need to do to make sure we're not interrupted. You're a pretty good natural slut, but you still need a lot of training."

Chapter 7

The rest of the day had been torture for Tina. As she soon discovered, the outfit change Scott demanded meant almost any movement offered her students a glimpse of her breasts, ass or bare pussy.

Of course, the students themselves realized this before she did and Tina had already given quite a few thrills to her male students before she realized what was happening. The rest of the class turned into a futile effort to stop boys from sneaking peeks at her. Several times, she caught boys pointing camera phones at her.

When the final bell rang, the teacher practically fled the school. Racing to her car and then rushing home. Despite Scott's demand that she remain dressed in the mini skirt, Tina immediately kicked off her sandals and changed into sweatpants and a tank top. She also went through the house locking all the doors and windows.

"There is no way that little perv is going to humiliate me in my own home," she grumbled as she bolted each window.

If he really did have the nerve to show up at her home, Tina would just ignore him. Let him show his video to anyone he wanted. She'd just take her chances by telling the truth. Surely anyone watching the video would be able to see she was being coerced. Going along with his demands certainly wasn't helping matters. Each time she gave in, Tina was just giving the boy another weapon to use against her.

"No," she muttered. "This ends now."

"What ends now?" Scott asked.

Yelping in surprise, Tina whipped around to find the student leaning in the doorway of her bedroom.

"How did you get in here?" she demanded.

"I skipped the last hour of school," he smirked. "I've already seen your tits."

She lashed out, her hand arcing through the air in a surprisingly fast open-hand slap to Scott's face. The boy blocked it with his forearm as he grabbed her wrist and twisted the arm behind her back.

"Really dumb move, slut," he giggled.

Tina kicked at him, her bare foot bouncing harmlessly off his shin. Although the glancing blow didn't seem to hurt the boy, he twisted her arm harder and yanked savagely at her hair to pull her more tightly against him.

"I almost felt that, you little cunt," he growled. "Try it again and I'll have to spank your tight little ass."

Tina responded with another backwards kick, just missing his knee cap. Scott simply yanked backwards on her hair, pulling Tina off balance. The blonde had to scramble, trying to get back to her feet as he half-drug her across the room to her bed by her hair.

Dropping onto it, he threw Tina over his lap and yanked the sweats down to bunch around her knees. His hand cracked loudly and painfully across her bottom as soon as he released the pants.

"Stop struggling, slut," he ordered.

Tina bit his thigh.

Even though the thick denim of his jeans shielded Scott from the worst of it, the boy flew into a rage, raining a flurry of sharp, stinging blows down upon her unprotected bottom.

"Never, ever do that again, you stupid, worthless cunt," he screamed, completely out of control as he wailed on her ass. "You know the only thing you're good for and you'd better start acting like it, slut."

By the time the storm of physical and verbal abuse passed, Tina was in tears, sobbing hysterically as much from the boy's rage as from the physical pain.

"I'm sorry," she babbled over and over as he dumped her to the floor before standing up to remove his belt. Doubling it in his hands, he let it fall in front of her, grinning evilly. 

"I think your daddy didn't whip you enough when you were a little girl," he smirked.

Tears filled Tina's eyes as she gazed up at him, her lower lip trembling. "Please," she whimpered.

"Call me daddy," the boy smirked.

Cringing, she stuttered out, "Please, Daddy."

The next hours were demoralizing. He made her crawl to him and lick his sneakers, only to receive a quick lash across her buttocks with the belt and be told she'd done it badly. Over and over, he made her crawl back and forth across the room, licking his sneakers each time, learning to stretch her tongue out as far as it would go so he could see it, keeping her eyes locked on his, displaying the full depth of her humiliation as she obeyed him.

Through it all, there was the verbal degradation. He seemed to enjoyed making Tina call him daddy. He was turned on by the rush of power he got from having teacher who was almost twice his age tell him she wanted to be a good little slut for her daddy and making her beg to taste her daddy's cum.

As Tina debased herself for the boy, she again slipped into the fog of subservience that made her such a wonderful slut, growing more aroused the more he abused her. Fingering herself as she sucked him, Tina listened to Scott calling her a slut and came hard.

Cumming all over her face, the boy laughed and ruffled his teacher's hair. 

"Yeah, you really showed me. Way to stand up for yourself," he said laughing. "You are such a slut."

Chapter 8

"Move that ass, slut," Scott barked. 

Tina was stretched out flat on her belly beneath the football player and he was pinning her to the bed with his sheer bulk. One forearm was braced across her shoulders, forcing her torso tightly into the covers while his knees held her thighs tightly closed. In spite of that, his cock was buried deep in the teacher's pussy.

He had been fucking her furiously and Tina had been so close to orgasm when he just stopped moving. Now he held his cock motionless within her as he barked the order again. 

"Wiggle that little ass for me, slut,' he snickered. "Show me how much you want to cum."

Whimpering in frustration, Tina tried to obey him. She was doing her best to feel that hard, thick cock moving inside her again. It just wasn't enough, after the long, hard fucking the boy had been giving her.

"Please," she gasped, "please fuck your little slut. I need to cum so bad ..."

The boy laughed at her desperation and moved his cock, just slightly inside her as he leaned forward and nibbled her ear lobe. 

"Who's your daddy?" he growled against her ear.

"You are," she gasped out, bucking her bottom against him in frustration. "You're my daddy. Now fuck your little slut's pussy."

She screamed in pleasure as a hard thrust ground her clit against the rough covers of the bed. Soon Scott was driving his cock into her, hammering her body toward a climax even as he continued spewing abuse. The bad thing was that his abuse was all true. She was a dirty slut who'd do anything to feel a big cock in her cunt. She did love being treated like crap. That was the last thought Tina had before the orgasm ripped through her body, destroying her ability to think about anything.

After he finished cumming inside her, Scott simply rolled over onto his back and used Tina's hair to drag her face into his groin. Without thinking, the girl began nibbling and licking his balls, swirling her tongue all over his shaft as she cleaned away their mingled fluids.

The jock patted her head and sleepily said, "Good slut. Keep doing that until I fall asleep and you'd better still be right in that spot when I wake up in the morning."

* * * * *

She was. When Tina awoke the next morning, her face was still nuzzling the boy's balls. Breathing in the musky smell of sweat and stale sex, she began licking beneath his balls without opening her eyes. His hand slipped into her hair and tugged it in his sleep and Tina smiled as she curled her tongue beneath his testicles, taking one into her mouth.

Somehow the dynamic was changing and the teacher was beginning to enjoy being the boy's slut. Maybe, she thought, it was that this was the longest he'd spent with her. Instead of using her and leaving, this time he had stayed, his presence reinforcing his claim upon her and not giving her an opportunity to steel herself against him.

"Besides," Tina thought, allowing the head of Scott's cock to slip between her lips. "He's right. I am a slut. Otherwise, I wouldn't be enjoying this."

The thought made her pause for a moment, but then she shrugged and returned to sucking the football player's cock, taking him more deeply into her mouth as she worked her head from side to side. She had to admit, she actually felt at peace in a bizarre way. There was no stress or responsibility. No fear. No nagging doubts. As she rubbed her tongue up and down the underside of the boy's cock, she realized she was happiest when she was sucking cock.

Scott moaned as he began to awaken. His whole body rippled as he stretched and he pulled her upwards along his chest. 

"Ride me, slut," he ordered.

Tina scrambled up his body and wriggled, working his cock into her already wet pussy. Moaning loudly, she took the whole cock inside her. This time, she enjoyed gazing into his eyes as she fucked him. She wanted the boy to see how much she enjoyed it, how much of a slut she really was. After they climaxed, Scott led her to the bathroom where she cleaned very inch of his body, first with her tongue and then with a warm, soapy washcloth.

Afterwards she made him breakfast, kneeling at his feet as he ate and sucking his fingers after each morsel of food he placed against her lips. Scott was so pleased, he patted her head and told the kneeling teacher, "You'll enjoy this evening. I've invited some guys from the team over. We're just going to play video games, but it'll be your job to keep everybody happy. Serve snacks, cook dinner, do anything else the guys want you to do. Understand? Anything."

"Yes, sir," she said. "But what if one of the boy's talks. I could lose my job. Or go to jail."

Scott shrugged.

"You'll just have to do the best you can to keep them happy," he said. "If you lose your job, you can always give head at the dance clubs. At $20 a pop, you'll be able to pay your bills. You'll just have to suck a lot of cock."

Tina nuzzled her face against the boy's thigh, trembling at the idea of how much that turned her on even as it terrified her.

Chapter 9

Tina was bent over the kitchen table, sucking hard on two of Scott's fingers as the boy fucked her from behind. Throughout the morning, every time it seemed as if she were gathering her courage or coming to her senses, the jock had simply grabbed her and fucked her hard, all the while telling her what a slut she was for letting him do it.

Wriggling her hips, she shoved herself back against him, fucking herself on the boy's cock and letting the growing pleasure kill the butterflies in her stomach. All morning Scott had been telling her how hot it was going to be to pass her around to his friends, to watch her crawl from boy to boy and suck their cocks. He's made her admit that she loved having a cock in her mouth and pussy at the same time. Right after that, he'd begin stuffing his fingers into her mouth as he fucked her, giving her something to suck and lick.

Tina knew she was losing herself, letting the boy's manipulations turn her into exactly the kind of slut he continually told her she was. But, she realized, she had always suspected that herself. So often, she wanted to be that slut, wanting to be groped and fucked by guys who would just use her hard because she was their slut. How many times had she fantasized about being passed around by a group of football players?

Wasn't that exactly what Scott was giving her?

With a sudden convulsion, the teacher came hard, her chest collapsing against the table as she trembled in the aftershocks of the orgasm. She whimpered at the sudden removal of the cock from her pussy and turned quickly, sinking to her knees to take the boy's cock in her mouth and suck and lick until her juices were washed away. Squeezing her tits around the damp shaft, she wriggled her torso to dry it as she gazed adoringly into Scott's eyes.




Tormenting Tina Pt. 02



"Slut," he said, grinning. 

Tina smiled and nodded, dipping forward to flick the tip of her tongue across the piss hole of his cock. 

"Yes, sir," she said. "I'm a very good slut."

Laughing, he nodded to the clothes piled on the counter, a pair of very short cut off jeans, a tank top and a pair of high-heeled strappy sandals.

"Get dressed, slut," he said. "The guys should be here any minute and I want you to greet them. Remember, you're my slut. You'll do anything they want but you're doing it to make me look good. Don't disappoint me."

Tina pressed her cheek against his flat, toned belly and kissed his pelvis. 

"Yes, sir," she said. "Your dirty little slut will make you so proud. I'll do everything you want."

The first knock on the door came just as Tina finished getting dressed. After a quick, nervous glance at Scott, she bounded to the front door, her high, bouncy ponytail dancing behind her.

The first boys to arrive were a couple of giant running backs, Derick and Cedrick. Tina's breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at the two huge, black football players and realized she was going to be their toy for the afternoon.

The boys' eyes widened as they took her their teacher's outfit and finally Derrick said, "Hi, Miss Williams. Scott invited us over. Can we come in?"

"Sure," Tina said, launching into the greeting Scott had told her to give everyone. "Come in and we're not in school, so you don't have to call me Miss Williams. You can call me Miss T or Miss Tits. You can also call me cocksucker, slut or fingercuffs because that's what I am."

"Fingercuffs?" Cedrick asked, edging past her so that Tina was wedged between the two boys. "Why fingercuffs?"

Tina blushed as she explained, knowing the image of her taking a cock at both ends was turning the boys on. Her hands went out to stroke the front of their pants as she saw their bulges growing. "Oh, wow," she said. "I got you all hard. Would you like this little slut to make you cum?"

"Hell, yeah," both boys said at once, immediately pulling off their shirts. As their strong, massive chests came into view, Tina shivered in anticipation. 

"Tear the little slut up," Scott said, coming in from the kitchen. "She loves it. The rougher the better. And make sure you tell her what you think of her. She gets off on guys telling her how much of a slut she is."

Tina nodded her agreement, licking her lips slowly as she pulled her shirt off to reveal her full, soft breasts. The running backs were mauling them before her cutoff jeans slithered down her long, sexy legs to the floor. Moaning as the boys manhandled her breasts, she breathed out another speech Scott had taught her. "You can be as rough as you like. I'm Scott's slut and he said to let you do whatever you wanted. Would you like to hurt my boobs? Bite me? Fuck me? Just do it. That's what sluts like me are for."

Apparently the boys thought they were being gentle as they squeezed her soft mounds in those huge hands. As she urged them on, their grips became harder, rougher. Every inch of her body was suddenly under inspection as large, rough hands pinched and squeezed her. Blushing, Tina listened as they discussed her body while feeling her up.

"That's not a bad ass for a little white slut," Derrick said as both boys gripped her cheeks and squeezed hard. "And she's hungry," Cedric laughed as Tina took his fingers in her mouth, sucking as her tongue slithered between them.

Her hands found their cocks and she was stroking them to hardness, almost frantically jerking them off as they kept her trapped between them. Their large, thick fingers were probing her pussy and ass as well now, making Tina whimper with growing lust.

"You like black dick, little slut?" Derrick asked.

"Uh huh," she whimpered around the other boy's fingers. Cedric pulled his hand free of her lips and slapped her face lightly. "What did you say, slut?" he demanded. "Speak up."

"This little slut loves black dick, sir," he said, responding to the training Scott had already given her. "Please let this worthless little slut worship your beautiful cocks."

Immediately, Tina felt hands on her shoulders and head as the laughing boys pushed her down to her knees. Keeping her tiny hands wrapped around each of the huge cocks, Tina began switch sucking the boys, first giving each a kiss on the head, swirling her tongue to collect their precum and then licking and sucking greedily. 

Meanwhile Cedric and Derrick kept up a running commentary on her technique. "Oh, yeah, that's it, bitch. Go deep on that thing," Derrick groaned just before Cedric pulled her hair, dragging Tina's face beneath his balls as he barked, "Come on, lick those balls slut."

As she tongued their balls, the boys debated who should get to cum in her mouth and who should get her pussy first. They finally decided Cedric would take her pussy first and Derrick would have her ass. The broke the deadlock on her mouth by throwing rock, paper, scissors.

Derrick won.

"Yeah, bitch," he roared. "Get serious on that dick. You're not just playing with that thing now. You're trying to suck the cum out of it. Swallow that dick."

Tina umphed as he locked his fingers through her hair and thrust his hips forward. The running back was fucking her face now, treating her mouth like a cunt as he stabbed his cock toward the back of her throat. She was gagging as Cedrick jammed his thick, hard cock deep into her steaming pussy. 

"She is tight for an old slut," Cedric gasped. "I thought anybody who'd had this much dick stuck in her would be all fucked out. Or maybe you just ain't never had a dick this big. That true, slut? You had a dick this big before?"

Tina tried to answer, moaning around the cock in her mouth. The vibrations just made the boy fuck her face harder and her eyes bulged as he closed her throat completely for a moment. Hands roamed all over her body, squeezing her ass and tits, feeling up every inch of her and it wasn't long before both boys came, filling her mouth and pussy with cum.

The boy's high fived each other as they wiped their dicks on her. Tina stayed on her hands and knees, her chest heaving as he watched Scott's sneakers approach. Remembering another rule he'd given her, she bowed her head and licked each sneaker when he stopped in front of her.

"Whatdaya think, guys?" he grinned. "Do I know how to throw a party?"

Derrick reached down and slapped Tina's ass. 

"Little miss fingercuffs sure lives up to her name," he replied, "but I still want a piece of that tight white ass. You ever had a black dick up your butt before, fingercuffs? Or is that too slutty for you?"

"Yes, sir, I have," she said, blushing. "Nothing is too slutty for me, sir. Please fuck my tight little white ass with your big black cock."

All three boys laughed and the two blacks moved around in front of her.

"Good slut," Scott said. "Now kneel up and lick those cocks clean before the rest of the guys get here. We'll save the ass fuck for later when you have an audience."

Chapter 10

Tina was exhausted. Even when there wasn't a cock in her mouth or her pussy, the teacher was so turned on she would simply lie on the floor and finger herself.

The boys loved it.

Almost all of them had jerked off thinking about their history teacher at some point. Having her crawling around the room naked, wrapping her soft, warm lips around their cocks or wiggling her cute little ass as she begged them to fuck her had been awesome.

Tina had loved it as well.

She knew she shouldn't. She should be angry or traumatized. She knew she shouldn't be rubbing her pussy in anticipation as she begged the boys to treat her like their little slut. But she couldn't help herself.

And the boys fed on that. The more turned on Tina became the more roughly they treated her. They used her cries of arousal as a guide toward the types of humiliation turned her on the most and kept pushing harder.

Derrick, in particular, seemed to enjoy reminding the teacher that he was going to fuck her tight little ass before the night was over. On the rare occasion that Tina found herself without a cock in her mouth, Derrick would slap her face with his enormous cock, order her to give it a kiss and remind her that he was going to shove it up her ass later. Other times, he would jam a thick finger or two up her ass, laughing when she squealed in discomfort.

"You're gonna really squeal when my big ol' dick tears up your ass, slut," the boy would giggle.

When Derrick was finally ready to fuck Tina's ass, all the other boys made a circle around the degraded teacher. Tina was on her hands and knees when two boys grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms up behind her. As they twisted her wrists, Tina was forced forward until her tits and cheek were placed against the floor.

Derrick walked behind Tina and slapped her bare ass, ordering her to get it up higher in the air. The girl whimpered as she scooted her knees forward to raise her butt. His cock was dry as he rubbed it against the pucker of her asshole.

"Ready for it, slut?" he asked.

Tina whimpered and wiggled her bottom, trying to move away from the boy's cock. Derrick slapped her ass several times as the boys holding her wrists pulled her back.

"I said are you ready for this, slut?" Derrick demanded again.

Tina shook her head frantically.

"I thought sluts liked you loved getting it up the ass," Derrick sneered, pressing the bulbous head of his cock harder against her ass, putting pressure on the tight ring of muscle.

"Noooo," Tina squealed, "Please ..."

Scott stepped forward then, taking a handful of her pony tail and lifting her head until she was looking into his eyes. 

"You're asking the wrong question, Derrick," Scott smirked. "Of course she's not ready for that big black cock to tear her tiny little white asshole open. You don't like the way it feels either, do you, slut?"

Tina shook her head again. "No, sir. It hurts, sir. Please don't hurt me."

Scott gave the teacher's face a light slap. 

"This is what you should have asked her," he told Derrick, slapping the girl again. "Do you deserve to get your tight little ass fucked, slut?" he asked Tina.

Tina shuddered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and finally she lowered her head, staring at the floor before she answered.

"Yes, sir," she said. "I deserve to be fucked in the ass like a slut."

Scott unzipped his jeans and rubbed the head of his cock over Tina's lips. Her tongue slithered across it and she kissed the piss hole. Pulling it away, he asked, "Why?"

"Because I am a slut," Tina moaned as she felt Derrick's cock pressing harder against the straining ring of muscle. Pain lanced through her body as he squeezed her hips and held her still as he continued pushing. Gazing into the single eye of Scott's cock, she whimpered. "I'm a slut. I've fucked so many guys. I just go out and let anybody feel me up and fuck me."

She was rewarded with another chance to taste Scott's precum, sucking greedily before he pulled his cock away again and slapped her with it, demanding to know why she did that.

"I don't know," she whimpered. "It's just what I do. I'm a slut and sluts get fucked."

Tina screamed as Derrick's cock finally plunged deep into her ass. Chuckling, Scott slapped his cock back and forth across her face. As soon as the running back worked into a steady rhythm, Scott shoved his cock into the moaning teacher's mouth, choking her.

The boy quickly ripped his cock from her lips, though, jerking off just inches from Tina's face as his friend continued to butt fuck her. The dry cock sawing in and out of her ass burned with searing pain, making the teacher writhe and struggle in agony. And yet, on some level, she was also enjoying being used in such a rough manner. The mingled moans of pain and pleasure coming from her lips had every one in the room hard within moments.

Scott started the newest game by jerking off on Tina's face, splattering her with his cum. Soon, every boy in the the room was lining up to jerk off on the woman's face as Derrick continued hammering her ass. Gamely, she would stick out her tongue, scrambling forward in an attempt to catch their cocks with her mouth.

Eventually, Tina came so hard that she passed out. Derrick kept fucking her anyway, holding her hips in his hands until he came inside her.

Chapter 11

Tina was awakened by an icy splash of beer against her face. She wasn't sure how long she'd been lying unconscious on her living room floor.

A boy named Robert was standing over her, pouring a bottle of cold beer over her cum-covered face. Tina opened her mouth, trying to capture enough liquid to sooth her dry mouth. Robert snickered and moved the stream over her tits as he nudged her in the ribs with the toe of his sneaker.

"Slut," he said, giving it a nasty, hateful tone. "Beg for it."

"Please?" Tina said, moving her tongue in her dry mouth. She remembered Robert. He'd argued with her earlier in the semester when she'd told him he needed to work harder. He was failing and would be kicked off the football team. At the time, he'd implied that would never happen. He'd become almost violent and she had ended up getting him suspended. Now, it seemed, he was ready to enjoy his revenge. "Please let me have some beer," she asked.

"Ask on your hands and knees," he commanded.

Tina scrambled to obey, dying of thirst. Instead of bringing the bottle to her lips, Robert leaned forward and shoved the long neck of the beer bottle into her ass. Tina gasped in shock and discomfort as the cold, slick bottle invaded her. Robert pulled her hair, yanking her head back as he demanded, "Tell me you love it, slut."

"I love it," Tina whimpered. "I love having my slutty ass fucked with a beer bottle."

"Now you have a tail like a real little bitch, don't you?" he snickered.

"Yes, sir," Tina said, moving her bottom back against the bottle.

Letting go of the bottle, Robert slapped her ass and said, "Wag your tail like a good little bitch puppy."

Tina wiggled her bottom as the boys broke into laughter. Robert walked around in front of her and knelt before her face. His huge cock batted against her cheek as he freed it.

Tina sniffled and nodded as mingled beer and cum trickled down her face. The boy snickered again, giving her a look of pure hatred as he spit out the words, "Then speak, slut. Let me hear you bark like the little bitch you are."

Steeling herself, Tina took a deep breath and finally made a tiny, weak barking sound.

Immediately, Scott lashed her bare bottom with a belt and demanded, "Louder, slut. Nobody could hear you."

Tina yelped and barked louder, even scrambling up on her knees, holding her hands like a dog begging for a treat as she barked. The boys howled in laughter as Robert said "good girl."

Tina immediately leaned forward to kiss the head of his dick. Robert pulled away, slapping her face lightly.

"No," he barked. "I don't want some filthy, disgusting slut touching me. If you had as many dicks sticking out of you as have been stuck in, you'd look like a god damned porcupine. Do you really think you're good enough to lick my balls?"

Tina blinked and shook her head, looking genuinely hurt by his words, "No," she said. "But I'm just a slut. I don't know how to do anything else."

All the boys were laughing as Robert poured a line of coke along the shaft of his cock. "I bet you know how to do this," he snickered.

Tina nodded and leaned forward, snorting the coke off the student's cock. The boy laughed as she did it, then jerked himself off, letting his cum splatter onto the floor.

"Now lick that up, slut," he ordered.

Tina's face was flaming red as she lapped the boy's cum off the floor. The boys were laughing and making jokes as they watched her tongue snake across the floor. Robert was telling Scott that they should make her clean the toilets that way as well. Tina trembled with a combination of fear and arousal as they discussed the list of humiliating and degrading thing they would make their pet slut do before the weekend ended.

In the end, though, Robert went back to fucking her ass with the beer bottle while she sucked Scott's cock and the other boys jerked off all over her face and back. When they were done, Robert dragged the struggling teacher into the back yard by her hair. 

Terrified that someone might see her, Tina tried to obey the boys quickly as they demanded she crawl to a nearby tree and relieve herself. Carrying the joke even further, Scott held a lifelike rubber dong up to her lips and made Tina suck it before he tossed it across the yard.

"Fetch," he demanded.

Tina stared at him in disbelief until she felt the crack of Robert's belt against her exposed bottom. Then she bounded off after the dildo on all fours, bringing it back to her tormentors in her mouth. They made her play for another half hour, and each time they cheered when she returned the dildo, Tina felt the icy fear in pit of her stomach at the idea of one of her neighbors seeing her.

Afterward, they washed her down with the garden hose. Scott even went so far as to push the end of the house inside her, remarking that they'd need more pressure to clean all the cum out of her.

When the teacher was thoroughly drenched and all the sweat and fluids had been washed away, Scott slipped a dog collar and leash around her throat and led her back into the house.

Chapter 12

Wearing nothing but her dog collar and a scrunchy, Tina was stretched face down along the length of the couch supported by several naked students.

Scott sat on the arm of the couch, using Tina's ponytail to drag her mouth up and down his shaft as she slurped on his cock. A second boy rested his arms across her shoulders as he humped his cock between the soft pillows of her tits. The boy in the middle seat had to settle for rubbing his hot, hard shaft against the teacher's tummy while the third boy had his shaft wedged between her thighs and into her pussy. A fifth boy stood at the end of the couch, holding the teacher's ankles as she rolled his cock between the soles of her feet in an attempt to jerk him off. She also had a cock in each hand as one boy stood behind the couch and another sat on the coffee table.

As he watched the teacher wriggle across their laps, trying to make the seven boys cum, Robert grinned and gave Tina's buttocks a squeeze before pulling them apart and rubbing his dick against the pucker of her asshole. Tina cried out around the cock in her mouth as the boy penetrated her ass. The awkward angle caused the teacher more pain that pleasure, but Robert couldn't care less. He was too busy enjoying the feel of her tight ass squeezing his cock.

"Whoot!" he called out. "Eight dicks at once! A new record by our pet slut, Fingercuffs."

"How does it feel to have taken more dick at once than any other slut in the history of the football team, Fingercuffs?"

"Oh ... wow ... okay, I guess?" the teacher said, looking up dazedly at her tormentor.

Scott spanked his cock against the woman's lips a few times.

"Bad slut," he said. "That didn't sound very sincere."

"I'm sorry," she said, undulating her body against the cocks beneath her. "I'm a good slut. I'm trying my best to make you all cum."

"Well try harder, slut," Scott said, shoving his cock back into Tina's willing mouth. 

The teacher went back to slurping Scott's cock and wiggling her body against the other boys. Even the boy getting the foot job felt the little slut pick up the pace of her efforts.

"God," he sighed. "The little slut is even good with her feet. You can't believe how good this feels."

"I'll stick to her hot little mouth," Scott said. "She's such a hungry little cocksucker you'd think she had to have cum to live."




Tormenting Tina Pt. 02



"I don't know," another boy said, humping his cock upwards between Tina's breasts. "There just something about the way it feels when she rubs these big soft tits against my cock." His palm fell on her shoulderblade. "Hey, shake those tits, Fingercuffs."

Tina obeyed without hesitation. The teacher felt a surge of pride swelling within her as the boys discussed what a good slut she was. She had been fucked and abused so much, had cum so many times ... even to the point of passing out from the lightheadedness ... that her conscious mind had shut down. She was operating purely on instinct and desire and her own raw subconscious fantasies.

In her own mind, Tina had become the mindless slut the boys had been telling her she was. When the boys came, one after another like a string of firecrackers, she cried out in pleasure. And when they rolled the cum-splattered teacher off their laps on onto the floor, she moaned in frustration, lapping the cum from her hands and rubbing it into her face and tits.

Her hips continued to hump the air as she fingered herself, whimpering in frustration as she begged for more cock. When Scott pressed his bare foot against her lips, Tina took it into her mouth, sucking his toes and slithering her tongue between each one. Lying naked on the floor, fingering her pussy, she looked up into Scott's eyes as she licked the sole of his foot.

"See, master? I'm a good little slut. I'll do anything you want. Nothing is too nasty if it makes my master happy. I'm your good little slut."

Laughing, Scott used his bare foot to step on her face, turning it to the floor as he pressed her cheek against the floor.

"You are a good little slut," he agreed. "You'll take everything we dish our and just keep crawling back for more, won't you?"

Tina plunged her fingers deep inside her pussy, her back arching as she moaned. Her head bobbed up and down as she agreed with Scott. "Yes, I'll always want more. I can't get enough. I'm a good slut."

"Do you think the way you've been treating Robert all year is being a good slut?" Scott asked.

"What?" Tina asked, puzzled. Slowly running her tongue over her lips, she continued playing with her pussy and breasts as she writhed on the floor. "I've been good. I've done everything he wanted."

"Today, maybe," Scott said, rubbing the ball of his foot against her pussy. "But you're failing him in your class and you tried to get him expelled. Does that sound like the way a good slut behaves?"

Tina moaned, humping herself shamelessly against the boy's foot as she caressed her own breasts. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I'll be good."

Laughing, the boys demanded that she crawl to Robert on her belly and kiss his feet before begging him to forgive her. There wasn't a soft cock in the room by the time the teacher had slithered to the boy and began bathing his toes with her tongue. Her warm brown eyes were filled with sincerity as she gazed up at the senior with trembling lips and begged him forgive her.

Instead he shook his head.

"You'll have to be punished, fingercuffs," he said solemnly. "You've been a bad little slut and you must be spanked."

"Yes, sir," she said, looking up from where she was licking his ankle. "I don't mind being spanked. I know that sluts have to be shown their place."

Moments later, the woman's breasts were pressed firmly against Robert's cock as she lay across his lap. Her cute little ass was raised upwards, wiggling after each stinging blow. And after each slap, Robert would take a moment to caress the soft skin of her bottom, playing his fingers over her slit and palming her buttocks before spanking her again. By the time he reached 20 strokes, the little slut was going wild with desire and begging to be fucked hard.

Robert continued spanking her until the teacher's pleas dissolved into incoherent babbling and then he bent her over the chair and shoved his cock unceremoniously into her pussy. Scott moved to her head, thrusting his cock into the girl's gaping mouth and the two of them began to savagely fuck her in tandem as the crowd of watching boys chanted "fingercuffs, fingercuffs."

The boys continued fucking her until Tina passed out during her fourth orgasm and then they left her draped over the chair as they opened new beers.

Chapter 13

Tina's whole body ached by the time she was allowed to go to bed. As the rest of the guys were leaving, Scott had told her to get a shower and meet him in the bedroom.

As she showered away the sweat and dried cum that crusted her body, Tina let the hot water soothe the sore muscles. Her pussy was raw and her ass ached from being assaulted over and over. Even her throat was raw from screaming and being face fucked. Her tits had been mauled so badly, she was surprised they weren't black and blue.

Closing her eyes, the teacher began swaying under the hot stream of the shower as she relived some of the more degrading moments of the night in her mind. The drunker the boys had gotten, the meaner their games had become.

They had written on her with Sharpies. SLUT across her forehead. "Spank Me" on her buttocks. "Cum Dumpster" on her pelvis with an arrow pointing down. "Backup pussy" on one cheek with an arrow pointing to her mouth. Her entire body was covered in graffiti before they were done.

At one point, she found herself kneeling, holding her mouth wide open with her tongue extended as the boy's took target practice by jerking off and seeing who could get the most cum on her tongue. The winner had shoved her hard against the couch with her head trapped against the cushions as he fucked her face until she gagged enough to throw up.

Later, they had made her bend over and took turns trying to shove various item into her ass or pussy while blindfolded. They called it "Pin the tail on the slut." Tina had lost track of the foreign objects she'd been fucked with. Many she hadn't recognized at all. And she hadn't been able to turn around. Someone always had his cock in her mouth while the others were playing.

One of the more popular games had been to have her crawl from boy to boy, waiting for them to jerk off in her mouth until her mouth was filled with cum. Then Tina was allowed to spit it out into a measuring cup. All 30 boys had jerked off into her mouth three or four times before they let her stop. Then they cheered as she chugged the measuring cup's contents.

And, of course, there were spankings, whipping with their belts, wooden spoons, stray items from the kitchen. It wasn't even sexual or even aimed at Tina toward the end. The boys were just enjoying tormenting a helpless captive who could do nothing to defend herself.

In the end, Robert had actually pissed on her and Tina had simply lain on the floor taking it. She had no choice any more.

Feeling a stinging pain, Tina opened her eyes and glanced down only to realize she had been playing with her abused clit as she relived the day's humiliations. Burning with shame, she rushed to shampoo her hair and finish cleaning up.

* * * * *

In the living room, Scott and Robert were passing one last joint as they looked over the disaster area the room had become.

"You want some help cleaning up?" Robert asked.

"Right," Scott snorted. "The slut can do it. She'll clean the toilet with her tongue if I tell her to."

Snickering, Robert shrugged. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yep," Scott said. "You saw her tonight. The more you do to her, the more she gives in. I think tonight was intense enough to totally break her. After tonight, any backbone the little slut had will be gone."

"Yeah, well, so is she," Robert pointed out. "There's no way these guys are going to keep this quiet. Everybody in town will know about the party by Monday morning. She's getting fired. Hell, they may even put her in jail. We're all 18, but she's a teacher. Nobody will believe her if she tries to blame us for this. They'll just think she's a liar as well as a slut."

"Damn it," Scott swore. "I didn't think about that. I was having too much fun. Maybe there's somebody we can talk to about keeping her around. Pimp her out to the D.A. or something. You know, let the school board kick her out of school but keep her out of jail and get her a job in a titty bar. I kind of like the idea of making her do lap dances and blow strangers and then giving me the money. That would be cool."

As the two teenagers discussed the teacher's future, Tina waited, kneeling on her own bed wearing nothing but her dog collar. She wasn't thinking about the future yet, just wishing the evening would end.

Chapter 14

When Scott came to the bedroom, he simply stretched out on Tina's bed, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled the her face into his crotch.

"Slow and deep," he instructed her. "And don't forget to lick my balls, slut."

Mechanically, the blonde had taken his cock into her mouth and began pleasuring him with long, slow strokes of her tongue. Meanwhile, the boy had picked up a voice recorder and was playing with it.

"Diary entry for Saturday night," he began. "Slut is sucking my cock. She's not bad at it, which is good because she's pretty much useless for everything else."

Tina burned with humiliation as she listened to the boy talk about her as if she weren't even there.

"My friends were amused by her this weekend. I was afraid Slut was too old and skinny to be much fun, but she made up for her average looks with unnatural whorishness."

Tina seethed with anger as he continued to insult her with his alleged diary entry, but she continued nursing his cock, determined to disrupt his dictation.

"My original idea for Slut may not work out. I had wanted to use her for blowjobs and grades at school, but I guess Robert's right and enough the guys will shoot their mouths off this weekend and she'll end up getting fired. There were a lot of guys videoing her on their cell phones while she was showing off what a nasty, disgusting fuck pig she is.

"I'm thinking if she goes to jail, it's over. I'll be back to hitting on cheerleaders while some big ol' dyke is raping Slut with a broomstick. So I suppose I'd better make the best of Sunday in case it's the last day I get to feed Slut my cum."

By this point Tina was trembling with a combination of anger and fear. She realized the boy was probably right. There was no way three dozen 18-year-old boys would keep fucking their teacher secret. The videos of her would be showing up on youtube. Jail was a definite possibility.

"We're thinking maybe we can pimp her out to the school board or maybe the D.A. or a judge or something to keep her out of jail. If that works, she'll still need a new job but Robert thinks we can probably get her a gig working at one of the strip clubs down town. I don't know if she has the looks to be a stripper but she might be able to get work as a topless waitress. She's got decent tits. And Robert says if nothing else, she can be a dumpster slut ... the kind of chick who hangs out by the trash dumpsters in the alley behind the bar and blows guys for a couple of bucks when they come out to pee."

Tina trembled as she listened. Partly it was from shame and anger, but a part of her was becoming aroused. In spite of herself, the feel of the cock against her tongue and the image of being used as a toy by complete strangers was finding some dark twisted part of her that responded to it.

"We might even put together a website. Maybe teacherslut.com or petteacher.com. We can let people vote each week on whether they want to see Slut doing something gross or something sexy. I suppose we could get the money by taking her to the bank and letting the loan officer do anything he wants to her for the weekend."

Tina must have dozed off while still sucking the boy's cock. The next thing she knew, she was dressed in an abbreviated school uniform ... a tiny black and white plaid skirt and yellow tank top ... as she strutted out onto stage. The stereo was playing "Supergirl" as the DJ announced her.

"Here's a little teacher slut who gives a whole new meaning to subbing," the smarmy voice bellowed. "She loves to do whatever it takes to please her man and you don't have to worry about calling her the next day. Just use her and lose her, pump her and dump her. Get your hands together and give a warm welcome to Miss Fingercuffs!"

Tina saw herself dancing and stripping as if she were watching it all from a distance. Eventually, she ended up on her hands and knees, crawling around the stage as men stuffed bills into her thong or making her take them from their hands with her lips.

As she reached one older man, he held up two $100 bills and mouthed the words "lap dance." Tina kneeled up in front of him, lacing her fingers behind her head and shaking her breasts for the tip before nodding. He pointed at the floor by his feet and the former teacher crawled off the stage, settling on the floor at his feet as another girl took the stage.

The old man was dwarfed by the plush wingback chair, and cackled as he spread his legs, watching Tina intently. The pure lechery in his eyes hit the young woman like a physical blow and he jerked his head at her. "C'mon, slut. Get on with it. I'm not getting any younger. Shake your tits for me."

Tina slowly rose to her feet, swaying slightly in her six-inch pumps. Frowning, the old man lifted his cane, letting it rise between her legs to spank against her pussy.

"I said shake your damn tits," slut he shouted. "This ain't the damn ballet."

Tina shimmied her shoulders, making her breasts bounce and sway. The old man continued to micromanage her dance, demanding that Tina rub her tits across his crotch, then turn around and rub her ass against it. The woman felt herself blushing from head to toe as his ranting drew the attention of more and more patrons. She almost died of humiliation as the old man smacked her ass and shouted "Your leaky pussy got the front of my pants all wet you stupid whore. Turn around here and lick this mess up."

Tina spun around, sinking gracefully to her knees and leaned forward to press her lips to the old man's crotch. Humiliation made her pussy twitch as she stuck out her tongue, tasking her own sex on the man's pants. When he unzipped them and whipped out his cock, she blushed deeply but didn't hesitate to take it in her mouth, sucking obediently. It took forever to get the wrinkled old cock hard and even longer to make him cum.

When the old timer finally climaxed, he pulled Tina's hair barking, "Don't swallow yet. Open your mouth and show it to me, slut."

Tina obeyed, moving her tongue to show the cum pooled on it. Nodding his approval, the old man crumbled the two bills into a wad and shoved them in the woman's open mouth, letting them soak up the cum.

"Well get back to work, slut," he said, rising to his feet. "There are plenty of other guys here who'll pay to cum on your tits. Get out there and shake them."

Chapter 15

Tina awoke with a start, startled by the reality of the dream. It was as if she could actually taste the old man's bitter cum and wrinkled cock.

Wrinkling her nose, Tina realized she wasn't far wrong. She'd fallen asleep with the boy's cock in her mouth and was still sucking it gently like a baby with a pacifier. The bitter taste was the small trickle of urine that escaped into her warm soft mouth. She was about to pull away when Scott stirred, wrapping his fingers through her hair and holding her face firmly against his crotch as he began to pee in earnest, filling her mouth with his hot, bitter piss.

Gulping it down out of pure instinct, Tina shivered as she thought about what she was doing. Scott stirred in his sleep, getting comfortable again and going back to sleep. That had been the most humiliating part of it. He hadn't pissed in her mouth from perversion or as a method of deliberately degrading her. He'd simply had to piss and her mouth was there. It was an act of convenience.

She nursed his cock for another hour before he finally awoke and came in her mouth. It had only taken him a few thrusts to finish off as he used her hair for handles, essentially just using her mouth to jerk himself off.

Tina found herself strangely depressed by his treatment during the day Sunday. The boy seemed to simply be taking her for granted, humping her when he felt like it, ordering her about like a servant and having her suck his cock between menial tasks like fetching drinks or snacks.

The party had been brutal but in a way it had been exciting. A part of Tina had enjoyed being the center of an orgy focusing on using and abusing her body. What Scott was doing now was just ... nothing. It was as if he were taking her for granted. She was no more important to him than the sponge on the kitchen sink.

Throughout the day other boys would stop by, wanting more time with her and Scott would just pass her off to them. She had fucked three of the boys before she noticed one of them handing Scott money afterwards. The little punk was actually pimping her out to his friends.

Screwing up her courage, Tina confronted him, but Scott merely shrugged. 

"You're a slut," he said simply. "What am I supposed to do? Fall in love with you and live happily ever after? Get used to it. You're nothing. If you had any self-respect, you would have said no the first night. It's a little late to try to pretend you have any pride."

Tina tried to protest, but the boy simply tied her hands behind her back, forced her onto her knees on the floor and fucked her hard. Afterwards, every time a boy came by to use her, he made Tina take the money between her lips and bring it to him. If she tried to resist, he simply spanked her until she relented. The other boys seemed to find that almost as entertaining as fucking her.

Tina was also forced to dance for the boys, often combining her bump and grind with lap dances and hand jobs as they taunted her. Robert was particularly cruel. Tina found herself on her back in front of his chair, reaching up to rub his cock between the soles of her feet as she tried to shimmy to to the music.

"How do you like this, slut?" he crowed. "You tried so hard to get me expelled. Well now you're the one who'll get kicked out of school when the board of education sees you're just a whore who blows students for pocket change. What do you think your boss will say when he sees video of you shaking your tits to get a senior to put a dollar in your mouth?"

Before she can answer, another boy sits down over Tina's face, rubbing himself against her mouth from his asshole to his balls. As they hurled verbal abuse at her, Tina began to get turned on again. She liked it when the boys treated her like their dirty little slut. It was much better than just being fucked like a mindless, worthless object. Shivering, she speared the boy's ass with her tongue and tried not to think about what that said about her.

As the day wore on, Tina found herself gravitating toward Robert. As much as he hated and degraded her, she still found it preferable to Scott's callous, emotionless humping. Even if all he saw her as was a target for contempt and abuse, Robert saw her. Scott simply expected her to perform without thinking about her at all.

The boys had seen that, perhaps even planned it. Certainly neither was surprised at the end of the night when Tina was begging Robert to let her be his little slut.

At the time, Tina was on her knees, greedily worshiping Robert's cock with her tongue as Scott fucked her from behind. Her big brown eyes were gazing up at Robert pleadingly as she licked his balls and he'd finally asked what she wanted. 

"I want to be your little slut," Tina said, her voice trembling. "I want to please you."

Behind her, Scott slammed his hips forward violently, trying to hurt her with his cock before he slapped her ass.

"She wants to be appreciated and loved," Scott snorted. "She doesn't like just being a piece of fuck meat."




Tormenting Tina Pt. 03



The thing is, boys like sluts. They love to run their hands over that soft, smooth skin. They enjoy sinking their cocks into wet, warm mouths and pussies. They may abuse and even degrade their sluts, but they appreciate how much fun a good slut can provide.

So as Tina went about her first day back at school after her weekend gangbang, things weren't as bad as she had feared. Boys snickered and smirked and more than once she caught them looking at photos which they hastily put away if other people came too near.

"Oh god," she thought, blushing. "I'm on X-rated trading cards."

A few of the boys even felt the teacher up when they had a chance but there was little malice. They just seemed to think she was fun to play with. It never even seemed to enter their minds that she might resist them. And Tina didn't. She told herself it was to keep from drawing attention to herself, but the truth was simply that after a weekend of being used by them, Tina found it hard to say no. Each time a boy squeezed her ass and called her slut, fingercuffs, Miss T or even Tits, the teacher simply shivered as her pussy twitched in response.

No, the boys weren't that bad at all.

It was the girls who surprised Tina. She had never really gotten along as well with the girls as with the boys, but they'd rarely been outright hostile to her. 

Until today.

When the female students spit the word slut in their whispered conversation, it had an ugly edge to it. No, the girls were definitely judging her. Tina could see it in the glares they gave her, the disgusted expressions as they shoved photos back at giggling boys. The female students had clearly weighed the tales they heard about Tina and decided she was beneath their contempt.

Somehow that seemed to affect Tina even more strongly than the way the boys were treating her. She didn't realize the true depth of the girls' contempt until they ganged up on her in the rest room.

School had ended and Tina was changing into the outfit she used for tennis practice when something crashed into the space between her shoulder blades. Other hard, swift blows soon hit behind her knees and the half-dressed teacher found herself falling to the floor as a small group of young women surrounded her chanting, "slut, slut, slut."

Before she could protest, hands plunged into her hair and drug her forward on her knees. Tina found her face submerged under water in the toilet bowl as the girls twisted her arms up behind her back. Sharp nails dug into her bare breasts and ass as the girls stripped away her underwear. And all the while, they kept shoving her face into the water and hurling verbal abuse at her.

Slowly, Tina began to understand the depth of their anger. Tina hadn't thought of most of the boys who gangbanged her as people. They had simply been hard cocks demanding to be serviced. Now, as the girls tormented her, she realized those cocks belonged to students and many of those students had girlfriends who were pissed that Tina had more sex with their boyfriends in one weekend than they had in four years of high school.

Small hands parted the teacher's butt cheeks and she felt the thick, octagonal butt of a tennis racket rubbing against the pucker of her ass. A strangled cry escaped her throat, sending bubbles up through the toilet bowl as the girls shoved the racket handle home.

They pulled her face from the water then. They wanted to hear her scream and beg for mercy. They wanted to hear their slutty teacher babble her apologies as she groveled before them.

They were disappointed. Tina was apologizing for being a slut, but she was also moaning in ecstasy. The verbal abuse and the suddenness of the attack had turned the teacher on against her will. So the girls just fucked her harder with the racket, dug their nails harder into her tits and screamed louder.

And that's what attracted Coach Morgan.

The school's athletic director burst into the room with a loud clatter as girls squealed and scattered. His eyes darted from girl to girl, taking note of the ones he recognized but he made no move to stop them. Instead, he made a beeline to the naked teacher with the tennis racket shoved up her ass.

Tina moaned loudly and wriggled her hips as the coach began to withdraw it. The man patted her ass and chuckled as he jogged it gently in and out of her ass.

"You like that don't you, slut?" he asked.

Tina moaned, trying to argue even as she pushed her buttocks back to meet the thrusts. Chuckling, the coach stopped moving the handle, letting Tina fuck herself on it by moving her hips. Fisting her hair, he pulled her face up until her lips brushed the rim of the toilet. Tina's tongue flicked forward as she began to lick and kiss the cool, smooth surface.

"Mmmmm ... you're a well trained slut," the coach said. "You'll lick anything I put up to your mouth, won't you?"

Tina moaned her agreement as she closed her lips on the rim, obscenely worshiping it. The next thing she felt was the coach's hard cock pressing against the side of her face as he shifted his position. Tina gratefully opened her mouth, slathering the bulbous head with her wet tongue. She continued like that for another quarter hour, sucking the coach's cock while he savagely buttfucked her with the racket handle. He came in her mouth as Tina was having her third climax.

Straightening his clothes, the coach looked down at the naked, degraded teacher sprawled across the bathroom floor and laughed.

"You know, little miss fingercuffs, I think I may just have found that new incentive program I've been wanting for the athletic department."

Chapter 17

Tina was almost certain her humiliation was complete. Being beaten by students, having her face shoved into a toilet bowl and then sodomized with a tennis racket by her athletic director had been bad enough.

But now, the young blond found herself crawling along behind him on her hands and knees as he led her across campus on a leash. She wasn't even sure how it happened. Coach Morgan has simply looped a cord around her throat, pulled it tight and walked away. The teacher had scrambled up onto her hands and knees and tried to keep up. The coach had set such a brisk pace, she had been unable to climb to her feet. Each time she tried, he simply yanked her into falling forward again.

The trip down the deserted hall hadn't been too bad. Only the two of them were seeing it. But then Coach Morgan had shoved open the twin doors at the end of the hall and dragged her outside.

With horror, she realized they were going to the field house. On the other side of the campus. In broad daylight. Cringing, she dug in and tried not to move. Coach Morgan turned and favored her a cruel smile his players would recognize from practice.

"Bad bitch," he said, his foot moving forward to softly kick against her dangling breasts. "Now wag your cute little tail to show me you understand or I'll punish you right here."

Tina felt herself blushing from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes as she complied. The blond wiggled her hips, wincing as the weight of the tennis racket still lodged in her ass caused it to careen wildly. The coach laughed and yanked the leash hard, dragging Tina forward again. 

Scurrying across the campus, the teacher kept darting her eyes, hoping no one was around to see them. School was over but there were still cars in the parking lot and young voices carried on the air. Somehow, though, they made it all the way to the field house without being spotted. She sighed with relief as he locked the door to his office and settled down on the edge of his desk, grinning at the teacher as she huddled on the floor before him.

Lifting his leg, Coach Morgan rested the knobby sole of his sneaker against her breasts and pressed, mashing down hard on Tina's right nipple. He actually smirked when she moaned and then brought the toe to her lips.

"Lick my sneaker," he ordered.

Tina shot the coach a murderous look. In return, he flicked the size 12 sneaker sideways, smacking the side of her face.

"Do it, slut," he barked.

"Go to hell," Tina barked back.

He yanked the cord hard, making it tighten around Tina's throat as he hauled her up onto her knees and against his lap. One large, beefy hand enveloped her breast and he squeezed it savagely.

"Don't play innocent with me," he growled. "I've been seeing videos and pictures of your little weekend orgy all day." 

His fingers tweaked her nipples, making Tina wince even as another huge paw sank between her legs, rubbing her bare sex. Tina glared at Morgan with unfiltered hatred, but her labia parted easily as his thumb slid over the woman's clit and sank into her damp pussy. A moan escaped her lips and he twisted her nipple again while pumping her sex with his hand.

"You know you love it," he smirked. "Now spread those legs, slut."

Tina growled ferally, struggling to resist the bully, but her thighs parted involuntarily. Even as she struggled to escape the coach's grasp, she found herself wriggling to press herself more firmly against his hands. Her arousal deepened as he continued spitting verbal abuse at her.

"That's better slut, get wet for me. You're going to lick a hell of a lot more than sneakers before I'm done with you," he hissed. "Tell me you want to lick my balls, slut. Say it!"

Tina whipped her head from side to side, trying to resist, but she felt herself slipping away, becoming less and less aware of anything other than the moment and the growing desire in her cunt. Soon, she was completely sunk into the mire of her own passion, her voice soft and breathy as she begged to lick this balls. He rewarded her by pulling down his shorts and rubbing his musky, sweaty balls in her face. By this time, Tina was so far gone, she willing bathed them with her tongue.

Laughing, the coach let her continue to worship his cock and balls with her mouth as he fingered her pussy. Toward the end, Tina was even grasping the tennis racket, sodomizing herself with it as Coach Morgan spit his plans for her into the helpless teacher's face.

"You're going to be the team's new incentive program," he told her. "Any senior who keeps his grades up and makes all the practices gets a night with you as his slave each grading period. Anyone who scores in a game gets a blowjob. A field goal's worth getting your tongue up the kicker's ass."

The descriptions and acts became more disgusting and more vile as he continued and soon it was obvious that he was getting off as much on telling her what the team would do to her than on what Tina was doing to him. Morgan was simply using her mouth to jerk himself off as he fantasized about seeing her degraded and abused.

In the end, he pulled Tina's face away from his balls and shoved her down against his sneakers. Oblivious, the teacher continued licking and the canvas tops of the sneakers until he yanked her hair, pulling her face up just in time to receive his climax. Tina opened her mouth, reaching out with her tongue as she tried to catch his cum.

Tina's own orgasm was just beginning to swell up within her when there was a knock on the door. Morgan pulled his fingers from her cunt and laughed.

"That'll be Scott and Robert," he smirked. "Why don't you crawl over there and open the door. And greet them properly, slut. They're two of my star players."


Chapter 18

Tina was a whimpering ball of raw desire by the time she reached the door and pulled it open. The coach had stopped fingering her so abruptly that she found herself still aching for release. As she knelt by the open door, the teacher slipped her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself while looking up at the boys with big doe eyes.

Scott snickered as he gazed down at his teacher's nude body, cum-stained face and damp hair then glanced over at Coach Morgan as the middle-aged man straightened out his track suit. Robert was more blunt as he stretched out his sneaker and gave the tennis racket lodged in her butt a nudge.

"Slut," Robert grinned. "You just can't get enough, can you?"

Tina whimpered in answer. She wanted to argue, but it had been four days since she had been allowed to exist as anything other than a desperate fuck toy. She was becoming conditioned to look to the boys for approval.

"No, sir," she whimpered. "I need more cock. I need to cum. Please let me have your big, fat cock in my slutty little pussy, sir."

Both boys and the coach laughed. As defiant as she had tried to be with the coach, Tina was slipping into her role as a sex slave now that the boys were back in front of her.

Robert whipped his cock out immediately and stroked it before the woman's face. As she leaned forward to kiss it, he pulled his cock away, making her lean forward further to chase it. 

"C'mon, girl," he teased. "If you can catch it, I'll fuck you with it."

Tina continued trying to catch the football player's cock in her mouth as he bobbed and weaved it just out of reach of her lips.

Scott, on the other hand, had move deeper into the room to confront his coach. There was something about finding his pet slut drenched in his coach's cum that didn't sit well with him.

"What's up with you and Tits?" he demanded.

"She's my new incentive program from the team," the coach chuckled, launching into his plans for the teacher.

Scott stopped him short, pointing out that Tina was his slut and he didn't intend to share control of her. Tina heard the discussion but was tuning it out as she continued to chase Robert's cock. A part of her realized, though, that Robert seemed to be the only one paying attention to her at the moment, easily controlling her as the other two males postured.

As their discussion became more heated, Tina suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Robert's knees as she wedged her face beneath his cock and lapped at his balls. Laughing, Robert struggled for a moment as he fell back against a table. Tina beamed with pride as she tongued beneath his balls, giving the area a deep, open mouthed kiss before licking her way along the shaft and swallowing the boy's glans.

Robert ruffled her hair fondly and said, "You are a hungry little slut, aren't you? You won fair and square. Get up on the table and spread your legs and I'll fuck you stupid."

Tina scrambled to her feet, hopping onto the table on her hands and knees. The tennis racket bobbed furiously as she wiggled her tight, round ass toward the 18-year-old jock. Snorting with annoyance, Robert jerked the racket forcefully from her asshole, swatted her with the webbing and let it clatter to the floor.

Tina yelped as she was given a spank with the racket, but she immediately lowered her face and chest to the smooth, cool metal surface of the table while wiggling her ass at the boy. The teacher even reached back and spread her labia for him, opening her pussy and offering the boy's thick, hard cock a target.

"Won't we Robert? Won't we?"

Tina whimpered in frustration as she realized Scott and Coach Morgan were trying to draw him into the argument. Before turning around, Robert swatted Tina's pussy, spanking it with his open palm. 

"Keep yourself wet for me, slut," he ordered, "Keep those fingers busy while I see what they're on about."

Blushing with a combination of shame, humiliation and arousal, the teacher began furiously stroking her pussy as he listened to the men argue about her fate.

"The coach is saying if we don't let him have the slut, he'll turn us all in and ruin our fun," Scott was sputtering. "I told him if he tries we'll just walk off the team and quit. See how far he gets without his two best starters."

Robert shrugged as the two other males waited for his reaction.

"She's just a slut, dude," he said. "It's not like getting laid is hard. I totally don't get why the two of you are fighting over her."

The coach and Scott began talking at once, shouting as they tried to push their agendas over each other. Finally, Robert whistled loudly and raised his hand.

"Okay, look, threats don't mean anything. We've all raped the slut. We've all blackmailed her and she's fucked everything but the janitor's dog. If we start pointing fingers and calling the school board and the cops, everybody loses. So everybody just shut up. There's an easy way to settle this. We'll just treat her like the dumb animal she is. We'll all call the little slut and see who she crawls to. Let her show us whose little bitch she is."

"Pretty confident she'll pick you, huh, Robert?" the coach snorted.

Robert actually laughed as he walked over to where Tina was still fingering herself frantically. Reaching her the teacher, he pinched one of her nipples hard, savagely tweaking it until she cried out in pain.

"The little bitch knows I hate her guts," Robert smirked. "She's not going to pick me unless she likes being spit on and treated like shit. But whichever one of you she does pick is still going to let me have her when I want her. So I really don't give a flying fuck who's ego she's stroking when she's not sucking my balls."

The boys laughed harder as Robert punctuated his remarks by spitting on the small of Tina's back and giving her firm ass a nice, hard slap.

Agreeing to Robert's plan, the guys spread out and began whistling and hooting for her come to them. Except for Robert. He simply leaned against a filing cabinet and smirked as the other two tried to coax the teacher to them.

Slipping off the table, the teacher crouched on her hands and knees and gazed from guy to guy as she bit her lip. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, the teacher realized that Scott had simply used her to make himself look cooler to his friends and the coach just wanted a slut he could pimp out to his players as a bonus. As much as he claimed to hate her, Robert was the only one who actually wanted her for what she was instead of what he could gain from her.

Blushing, tits and hips swaying seductively, the teacher crawled slowly into the center of the room without making eye contact with anyone, then turned and scrambled to Robert's feet. Whimpering, she rubbed her face against his crotch. The boy responded by tangling his fingers through her hair and tugging her head back until her pleading brown eyes gazed up at him. Grinning triumphantly at his coach and best friend, he slowly, deliberately spit into the teacher's face.

"Who's your daddy?" he chuckled.

"You are, sir," Tina choked out, bowing her head in resignation. "Please fuck your little slut. I need to cum so badly."

Chapter 19

Robert's lips pulled away from his teeth in a feral grin as Tina made her decision. With the naked blond groveling at his feet, the boy wasted no time establishing his ownership. Roughly seizing her biceps, he hauled the teacher to her feet and bent her over a weight bench. Grasping the weight bar, she whimpered sweetly as her hard nipples pressed down on the cold, iron rod.

"You wanna fuck?" Robert asked.

"Now?" she asked, still a little dazed.

"Yeah," the boy said gruffly as he kicked her feet further apart. The thick head of his cock rubbed up and down along her bare, wet pussy as he teased Tina. "Do you wanna get fucked?"

"Oh, yes," she whimpered, still a little out of things.

Roberts large hand came down hard on Tina's ass, the sound startling everyone in the room even more than the stinging force of the blow.

"Show some respect," he barked.

"Yes, sir," Tina yelped.

Again the hand fell hard against the tormented teacher's bare ass.

"Try again, slut," Robert barked.

"Yes, master?" she tried, her voice uncertain. 

Again the hand came down, this time landing a flurry of sharp, fast blows to both ass cheeks before Robert stopped. Then with one hand tangling through this teacher's hair and the other stroking this thick, hard cock over Tina's pussy lips, he finally gave her a hint.




Tormenting Tina Pt. 03



"Who's your daddy?" he smirked as the ridged head of his cock rolled back and forth across Tina's swollen clit.

"You are, daddy," Tina whimpered, her voice becoming high and breathless with need. "You're my daddy. Oh, please fuck your little slut's pussy, daddy. Please, daddy.  I need it so bad."

Smirking, the 18-year-old began working the fat, bulbous head of his cock into Tina's steaming pussy. His hand tightened in the woman's hair, making her back arch as he pulled her head back, displaying her well-shaped tits to his best friend and coach.

"Play with your tits, slut," he commanded. "Make those nipples hard for your daddy."

"Oh, god, daddy, they already are hard," Tina moaned, as her hands rose to cup her breasts. "My nipples are always hard for you, daddy." Her ass was moving in tight little circles now as she pressed herself back against Robert's cock, desperately trying to get more of it inside her. Tina knew how she must look to the other males in the room. She knew how slutty she sounded as she begged for the boy's cock, but she didn't care. She was already slipping into that warm, dark place her mind always went when a dominant male took control of her. She knew that no matter what Robert ordered her to do, she would obey him now, no matter how much she might regret it later.

For the moment, though, Robert was happy playing the alpha male, showing off his new possession to the males he had defeated. So he just fucked her, hard and deep, each long, powerful stroke making the teacher's tits bounce against the weight bar.

"You like people watching you fuck, don't you slut," he asked.

"Yes, daddy," Tina answered dutifully. When the boy reached forward and twisted her nipple hard, she corrected herself. "Oh, yes, daddy. I love people watching me fuck."

"That's kind of slutty, isn't it?" Robert asked.

"Yes, daddy. Liking it when people watch you fuck me is very slutty. But I'm your slutty little girl. I love it when you pound my pussy with your big hard cock and let other people see what a fucking slut I am. Oh, god, please fuck me harder, daddy."

Robert laughed and stopped moving. Holding himself still and smirking as the helpless teacher began humping back against him, literally fucking herself on his cock. He winked at the coach and Scott. While the coach looked murderously angry, Scott just grinned and shook his head.

"That's the sluttiest little piece of ass I've ever seen," Scott said, rubbing his crotch. "Mind if I fuck its face?"

Tina heard the way Scott referred to her. It. She was a thing. Just an object to be fucked. Licking her lips, she moaned  as she gazed up at his cock bobbing before her face and whined pitifully.

"I don't know," Robert hedged. "Slut is in training right now. She needs to get used to the idea that she has one owner and not just spread her legs for anything with a dick like she's been doing. I mean, no offense, but she's kind of worthless if anybody can have her."

The coach snorted in disgust. "I've seen videos of your weekend. Anyone can fuck her. Or anything. I kept expecting you to bring in a donkey to plow that hot ass."

Robert pulled Tina's hair, making her stare into the other male's eyes as he fucked her. "What do you think, slut? Would you like more cock?"

Listening to them disparage her, Tina had become even more turned on. Deep down, she knew she deserved what they were doing to her. They were right. She was a slut. She had fucked so many men. She needed to be fucked even more to be put in her place. But she didn't want to make her new daddy mad.

"Oh, daddy," she whimpered. "I always want more cock. I need it. But I'm your good little girl, daddy. I'll do what you tell me. If you tell me to suck his cock until I choke, I'll gag myself on it. But if you don't want me to, I'll be good and keep my mouth closed."

"Keep your mouth open," Robert ordered Tina. "Just jerk off on her face and mouth, Scott.  Slut needs to know she's just a little cum target, but I want to make sure she understands I'm the only one who gets to say who puts their dicks inside her." Glancing up at the coach, he grinned. "You can jerk off on slut's face and tits, too, if you want." Tightening his grip on Tina's hair, he pulled her head back even further. "Look my friends in the eye while they jerk off on you, slut. You should be honored they're wasting their cum on a little whore like you."

Tina obeyed, curling and stretching her tongue as she tried to fuck Coach Morgan and Scott with her eyes as they continued to jerk off in front of her. The nastier and more degrading their comments became, the hotter Tina got and the more she thrust herself back to meet Scott's cock. Finally both males came, spraying the teacher's face and tits with their hot cum. Tina opened her mouth wide and tried to catch as much of it as she could. As she felt the cum trickling down her face, Scott's cock pulled free of her tight pussy and she felt his cum raining down on her back. A brisk slap to her ass confirmed that he was done with her for the moment.

"Good slut," he snickered. "I may keep you after all."


Chapter 20

Tina shoved the books across the coffee table with an exhausted sigh. As usual, the pretty blond was completely naked except for her dog collar as she kneeled by the table.

"I've finished your homework, daddy," he said, keeping her eyes downcast as she had been taught. It was now time for the most despised part of her evening to begin.

Her young master fished through his backpack and brought out the newest batch of graded work. One assignment at a time, he spread it out on the coffee table and went through it answer by answer. When Tina had answered correctly, the teacher was allowed to take the boy's cock in her mouth, savoring her master's taste as she worked her tongue against his shaft. She had learned to love this, gently worshiping Robert as he praised her for being such an smart little slut.

It was the wrong answers that she hated. For each wrong answer, Robert produced a long, slender wooden ruler, striking her sharply with it. The first wrong answer was one stroke, delivered across her soft, round bottom as she bent over the table. A second wrong answer was two swats, one on the ass and one on the pussy. The third mistake was four swats, ass, pussy and each tit.

After that, each answer simply double the number of blows and he struck her wherever it pleased him. After all, Tina was his slut. He could do with her what he liked. Hurt her, fuck her, praise her or abuse her.

By tonight's sixth wrong answer, she was squeezing her breasts together, lifting them in offering to her master as he rained 32 blows upon her hard, aching nipples, punctuating each blow with a new insult.

"You stupid, worthless cunt," he hissed. "What kind of teacher can't do math? I can't believe you're allowed to teach. All your good for is sucking cock. I can't even trust you to be a crack whore without going along to look after you. You'd probably lose money giving the wrong change."

Tina whimpered, apologizing to her master after each blow until her tits were striped with welts. By the time their "grading period" was over, she was sobbing hysterically, but her pussy was also wet and swollen with desire. Crawling to Robert, she kissed his sneakers and begged him to forgive her.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she whimpered. "I'll try harder. I'll be a good girl." Her cute, pink tongue snaked out, slithering over the leather shoes as she lapped at them before planting a passionate, open-mouthed kiss on the upper. "Please don't punish me more, daddy. I'll do anything to please you."

The boy reached down and seized her breasts, squeezing the tortured globes savagely as he grinned into the teacher's tear-streaked face.

"You like pain, don't you, slut?"

"No, daddy. Your slut hates pain. Please don't hurt me anymore. Fuck me? Please? Fuck my tight little ass or my wet pussy? Fuck my mouth with your big hard cock, daddy. Choke me with me. Make me drool and gag like a little slut. Let me stick my tongue up your asshole and lick your balls, daddy. Just don't whip me anymore."

Robert laughed, ruffling the teacher's hair fondly as he dropped the ruler with a harsh clatter on the table before yanking her head back and kissing her possessively. Tina moaned with pleasure, happy that her master had forgiven her.

This was when she heard the knock on the door. Still on her knees, Tina scampered to answer it, twisting the handle and pulling the door open without a thought to her appearance. She had grown used to boys coming to her house and they were often angry if she kept them waiting. More importantly, Robert would become furious if she seemed hesitant to greet his friends.

As she knelt by the door, eyes downcast, Tina found herself gazing at a set of brightly painted toenails and flipflops. Tina's tear-streaked face blushed furiously as she realized one of her female students was seeing her like this. But she didn't hesitate. Dipping forward, she ran her tongue along the bridge of the girl's barefoot and said, "Welcome, mistress. How may this worthless slut serve you?"

The girl giggled, kicking off her flip flops and waggling her foot in front of Tina's face. 

"You can start by doing a better job of kissing my feet, slut," she said. "I want to feel that tongue between my toes while you suck on them."

Tina complied, sucking each toe individually as she bathed it with her tongue, treating them all like tiny little cocks. Above her, the girl giggled and chatted with Robert.

"I didn't believe it when Scott told me about this," the girl said. "You really have turned the coach into your slave. Will she really do anything you want?"

"Anything," Scott said, pulling Tina's hair to drag her off the girl's foot. "Hey, slut, is there anything that's too nasty for you to do?"

"No, daddy," Tina whimpered. "I'm a slut. I'm supposed to do all the things proper young ladies won't do."

"Proper young ladies like Michelle?" Robert asked.

"Yes, daddy," the teacher said, her heart sinking as she realized what was coming. Michelle was Scott's girlfriend. Boys had been giving him a hard time all year about what a tease she was and how he shouldn't let her get away without letting him get any. She could only imagine what the girl planned to do to a slut who'd been fucking her boyfriend in every way imaginable. "Michelle is a proper young lady. She's not a nasty little slut like me."

"Michelle is still a virgin," Robert explained, a particularly condescending smirk on his face. "She's a good girl with self-respect. She doesn't have to grovel and beg guys to cum on her face for them to like her."

Tina was trembling with a combination of rage and humiliation as she listened to the teens discuss her. She realized Robert was being deliberately coarse and brutal because he enjoyed humiliating her. Michelle, on the other hand, clearly and sincerely meant every nasty thing she said about her.

"You are such a gross pig," the girl squealed as Tina was dutifully telling he girl how much she enjoyed having boy cum on her face. "I've never even seen cum, much less walked around with it on my face."

"That's because you're a good girl and not a filthy, disgusting slut, mistress," Tina said dully. Robert had told her to make Michelle happy and the teacher had quickly realized the girl loved hearing how much better she was than her tennis coach. "You're so young and beautiful that you don't have to beg the boys to fuck you."

Stretching out her leg, Michelle began stroking the kneeling teacher's pussy with her toes. "You're a dumb cow, from what I hear," the girl said. "Scott says Robert has to spank you every night for messing up his homework."

Tina gasped as the girl's toes stroked her clit, but she still managed to get out the words, "Yes, Mistress. I'm a dumb cow who deserves to be spanked."

"I want to see some cum," the younger girl demanded. "Make Robert cum, slut. Milk his cock."

Crawling to her master, Tina whispered, "Daddy, Mistress Michelle would like to see what a boy's cum looks like. Would you please cum on my face so I can show her?"

Adding to Tina's humiliation, Michelle made her describe every action she took in making Robert cum. Tina was not only forced to tell the girl each step she was about to take but also why she took them. Tina decided that licking a cock's piss hole was infinitely less embarrassing than explaining how to do it to an 18-year-old girl. When Robert finally came, he let the first few spurts land on the teacher's tongue before pulling back and splashing her face.

Dutifully, Tina crawled to Michelle and opened her mouth, showing the student the white glob of cum pooled on her tongue before swallowing it. She then tilted her head so the girl could examine the stripes of semen on her face. And she burned with humiliation when she was ordered to lick up several droplets of cum that had landed on the floor.

Michelle giggled as she watched the naked teacher flatten her tongue against the floor. 

"I was worried when Scott told me what you wanted tonight," Melissa said. "I really couldn't believe Miss T was going to let me piece those big tits of hers, but he was right. You've got the little slut eating out of your palm. I can't wait to shove the needle through those nipples."


Chapter 21

Tina looked on in horror as the teenagers discussed piercing her. She couldn't believe two of her students were so casually discussing what amounted to torturing her. A shiver of fear ran through Tina's body as she realized Michelle had probably been one of the girls who'd beaten her earlier.

"Mistress," Tina stammered, her voice sounding weak and submissive even to herself. "May I ask you a question?"

Michelle laughed and turned to face the kneeling teacher, holding a butane lighter and the biggest needle Tina had ever seen. The teen actually licked her lips as she watched her teacher turn pale.

"Sure, slut, you can ask me anything," Michelle said.

Biting her lower lip, Tina hesitated only a moment before asking, "Why do you want to pierce my nipples, Mistress?"

In answer, the girl simply laughed.

"Robert, make your cow lie down on the coffee table so I can reach those fat udders from the couch."

Tina crawled to Robert in terror, hugging his legs. "Please don't let her do this, Daddy," she begged, her voice becoming more girlish and breathy as she tried to soften his resolve. "I'm your little girl. You should be the only one who hurts me."

The boy simply hooked his fingers through her collar, dragging her to the coffee table. After Tina was lying on her back, he and Michelle looped heavy nylon cord around her, tying her securely to the table.

"Make it tight," Michelle ordered. "She's going to buck like crazy when she feels the needle."

Soon Tina could do little more than whimper as Michelle began playing with her nipples. 

"It hurts lots more if they're hard," Michelle said as she traced her long, sharp nails around the helpless teacher's aureole. "So I want them like little rocks, slut."

When Tina's nipples were hard enough, Michelle held the needle in the flame of her disposable lighter until the point glowed.

"I wouldn't want your nips to get infected," she giggled. "Plus, it hurts more. Most people would numb your nips a little with some ice but not me. I want you to feel this."

Tina cried out as the hot needle teased her hard, right nipple. Arching her back, she tried to struggle against the ropes, but the girl simply pinched the nipple hard between her nails, stretching it upwards as she pressed the white-hot point against the sensitive flesh.

"Did you have fun sucking my boyfriend's dick, slut?" the girl sneered, pressing the needle harder as Tina cried out. "Did you like it when he shoved his cock into your slutty cunt? Huh?

Michelle punctuated the question by jamming the needle through the tender flesh of her nipple, giggling as the teacher screamed in agony. Quickly, the teenager locked a gold hoop through the hole and grinned before repeating the process on the left nipple.

"Well, now I get to fuck you, slut," the girl hissed as the needle pierced her. "I'm going to fuck your nips and your belly button and your hot little clit with this big, hot needle and you're going to scream for me like a little bitch. Don't even try to apologize for being such a whore because it won't save you."

As the piercing continued, Tina screamed and cried, begging for mercy, writhing in agony and groveling as she apologized being such a nasty slut. When the hot needle pierced her clit, the teacher exploded into an orgy of pain and self-humiliation.

"Oh, god, you're right, mistress, I'm a nasty fucking slut who steals other girl's boyfriends. I'm just a slut, a whore, a cum bucket for anyone who wants a place to shove their cock. Treat me like an animal, fuck me, make me fuck you. Do anything you want but please stop hurting me. Please I'll do anything, Mistress. Let the slut suck your pussy."

Tina fell silent as she realized what she had just said. Michelle giggled as well, spreading her legs and pulling her panties aside as she straddled the slut's face and rubbed her pussy over Tina's mouth.

"Do it, slut," she barked. "Make me cum. Fuck my pussy with that nasty slut tongue."

Feeling as if she'd reached a new low, Tina obeyed, doing everything the student demanded. When Michelle finally came, the teacher sighed, hoping her ordeal was over. Instead, the teen seized her tongue with a pair of sharp nails and jabbed the needle through it.

"That's better," Michelle said, tugging on the rings in Tina's sore nipples. "Now you really look like a slut."

xxx



Tormenting Tina Pt. 04



Chapter 22

Tina hated how easily Robert seemed to dominate her. It wasn't that she didn't want to resist. She tried to struggle against him, but somehow the youth seemed to always find the exact vulnerability that would bring her to her knees for him.

Today, she had been writing on the board in class when Robert had strolled up behind her, lifted her skirt and tucked it in her waistband. She had immediately reached back to smooth the skirt, but the boy twisted her wrist behind her back, easily pressing her torso against the blackboard as he spanked her several times.

This initially made the teacher struggle harder as she fought to maintain some form of dignity in front of her class, but Robert has simply grabbed her crotch, fingering her. Whimpering, her body had collapsed against him, giving in to weeks of conditioning and brainwashing. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling Tina's head back until her back bowed and he's hissed, "You need to be fucked, slut."

The teacher whimpered again as he bent her roughly over the desk and slammed his fingers into her dripping cunt.

"You are so easy," he growled into her ear. "You say you don't want this but look how wet your pussy gets when I put you in your place."

Tina continued struggling, but the wriggling only seemed to make the cock in her pussy feel better. Then Robert pulled her hair, tugging her head up so that she could see the shocked faces of her students. She froze, imagining the image she presented, short skirt flipped over her back, high heels forcing her bottom upward and the low-cut blouse exposing the tops of her swaying tits as a student bent her over her desk and fingered her.

Tina's pussy spasmed. The image was so slutty and so hot, it made her moan and grind herself back against Robert's hand. "Please," she whimpered, not sure if she was begging to be released or begging to be fucked.

In answer, Robert reached between her legs and tugged the teacher's new clit ring, sending jolts of pleasure through her pussy.

"Please what?" he asked loudly.

The teacher wiggled her bottom against the boy and shivered before she finally blurted out, "Please fuck your little slut, daddy." Her blush of humiliation lasted only a second before Tina felt the boy's hard, thick cock piercing her cunt and she cried out with pleasure.

As he fucked her, Robert kept his hands in her hair, forcing to Tina to look at her students as they watched her taking his cock. She felt like a slut, moaning and begging as several of her students began rubbing their cocks through their pants or simply whipped their cocks out and began jerking off.

"You love looking at those cocks, don't you, slut?" Robert growled. "You want to crawl around the room licking and sucking them all? Or would you rather have them all come over here and line up and fuck your mouth before they come on your slutty face?"

Tina's answer was an incoherent moan. It didn't matter, Robert had already signaled for Cedric and Derrick, the two black football players from the part to join him and soon they were taking turns shoving their cocks into the blond teacher's mouth or rubbing them against her face.

"Look at that slut go," Cedric howled. "She really loves that black dick." 

"It's like getting your cock stuck in a vacuum," Derrick laughed. "She gets down on that shaft and sucks hard. She acts like she's scared she's going to miss drop."

Her clothing disappeared, leaving Tina naked, her new piercings and he naked flesh on full display as the three boys fucked her until she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Cum filled her mouth as pussy as they finished. After they came, she thanked each boy by licking their cocks clean and drying them between her ringed tits.

In the end, Robert had Tina kneel on her desk, her thighs spread wide to display her swollen pussy and clit ring and her hands tied behind her back as she thrust her chest forward to show off her nipple rings. Student after student was allowed to come forward and toy with her nipple and clit rings. Some even demanded she stick out her tongue and show off her tongue stud.

The teacher was also expected to answer any questions the students had, taking part in her master's obscene show and tell. 

"I'm a slut," she explained. "I'm Robert's slut. Yes it hurt when my tits were pierced, but that doesn't matter. Sluts deserve to be hurt. No, I don't like being treated like this. It's humiliating, but it turns me on. My pussy gets wet when people degrade me. I love it when men call me a slut during sex. I need cock all the time. I'm addicted to it."

After 30 minutes of this, she would have done anything to relieve the aching hunger in her pussy. She was begging her students to fuck her but Robert wouldn't allow it yet.

Tina had no idea what would have happened if her principal hadn't suddenly burst into the room, demanding that she explain herself.

With a deep sigh, a crimson blush and tears welling in her eyes, the teacher said goodbye to her career and repeated the answers she had just give her students.

Chapter 23

Any hope that the principal was there to rescue Tina from her tormentors was quickly dashed by the look of pure rage on his face as he glared at her.

"What the hell is the matter with you, Miss Williams?" he shouted.

The teacher flinched as his saliva hig her face with each word, but she remained silent. What could she say? That a teen age boy had manipulated and dominated her into this position against her will? How could anyone believe that she hadn't been a willing participant in everything that happened.

"Well?" he shouted. "Explain yourself."

"I'm a slut," she said, softly, the words barely leaving her lips. "I can't resist boys when they make me ... do things."

"You can't resist," the principal spit at the kneeling teacher. With the class still watching in silence, he stepped closer to her. "Sit the fuck down," he barked at Robert. The boy immediately fled to his seat. "You couldn't do that?"

Tears began to well up in Tina's eyes. How could she make him understand that it was different for her? She shook her head mutely.

Snorting in disgust, the principal reached out and flicked the rings in Tina's nipples as if testing to make sure they were real. Tugging them, he lifted her tits and stared hard into her eyes as he said, "You expect me to believe all a man has to do is say the word 'slut' and you become his mindless sex slave?"

Biting her lip, Tina finally gazed up at the man, brown eyes filled with sorrow and a little bit of fear as she said, "Yes, sir. I know it doesn't make sense, but there's something about the word ..."

"Slut," the principal barked, twisting the nipple rings and bringing a gasp from the teacher. "Slut, slut, slut."

Her breathing quickened as her chest rose and fell. Tina's tongue flicked between her lips and she leaned froward, parting her lips, offering herself to the man who was intent on humiliating her.

"Suck my dick, slut," he barked.

Hands still bound behind her back, Tina leaned forward, desperately trying to open his belt and fly with her teeth. She knew he was sneering at her. She could hear the snicker and giggles fluttering through the class as she demeaned herself, but she didn't care. All that mattered was she had been given a cock to suck and sluts suck cock.

The principal, meanwhile, was beginning to see the teacher's point. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He should be telling her to get dressed and go home. He should be in his office drawing up the paperwork to have her fired and possibly arrested. But as he felt her lips massaging his cock through the fabric of his slacks as she tugged his zipper down with her teeth, he knew he wasn't ready to do that yet.

His cock was finally free and Tina was lapping at his cock like a kitten, running her tongue over the head and along the underside of his shaft. His palm smacked into the side of the teacher's face, making her see stars for a moment.

"I said suck it, slut, not lick it," he ordered.

Opening her mouth wide, Tina took his cock into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard on the shaft. Her head began bobbing up and down, frantically trying to please him as he caught her ears in his hands and began face fucking her.

"That's it, slut," he growled. "Choke on that fucking cock. I want to feel your tongue on my balls before you finished."

His hips whipped faster, driving his cock more deeply into Tina's throat until drool was leaking out around his shaft. When he finally started to cum, the principal whipped his cock out of her mouth and shot his load all over the pretty blond's face.

"You're going to resign," he ordered as he used his cock to spread the cum all over her face. "Effective immediately. Do not ever show up at this school again and do not attempt to teach anywhere else in this district. You're lucky I'm not calling the police."

Tina whimpered and lapped at his balls as he rubbed them all over her face. She knew what he was saying but she was too far gone at the moment to resist. She only knew that for the moment, she was a slut with a cock in her face and that was all that mattered.

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Epilogue

Losing her job and moving away in disgrace was probably the only thing that saved Tina. It was as if the gods had hit a reset button, letting her find a new town where no one knew her, a new school, a new life.

All she had to do now was not fuck up again. Everything would be fine as long as none one else discovered what a little slut she was.

She hoped.

The End