Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blackmail, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Discipline, Domination/submission, First Time, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Female Teens, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female, Rape, Reluctance, Sado-Masochism, School, Virginity
Rebecca was the prettiest girl her age. Of course everyone adored her, but others were jealous. Luckily, Rebecca's teacher could use this to his advantage.
*This story involves the rape of a young teenager by her teacher. If you aren't into that, this story isn't for you.*
Rebecca Smith was a major cock tease. Her perfect face, wavy, blonde hair, and her tight teen body made every girl at Washington High want to be her and every teenage boy want to fuck her senseless. Too bad for them, they couldn’t. The 15 year old girl was off limits to everyone but a select few people who were blessed enough to be her friend. Besides Rebecca’s natural beauty, she was also brilliant. The girl was wise enough to know not to affiliate herself with people who would distract her from an excellent future.
Since Rebecca was the definition of perfection, she gained “haters” along with the expected followers. These ignorant people were extremely jealous and thought she had to be fake. In one particular class, AP World History to be exact, nearly 80% of the students thought she was cheating. You couldn’t blame them though. Rebecca got a perfect score on every single assignment that was given by Mr. Ryan, the teacher. She answered every question asked and even did all the extra credit assignments.
Because of her perfection, every student tried convincing the middle aged man that Rebecca was cheating. They’d claim to see her copying other’s work and manipulating Mr. Ryan’s student helper, Bartholomew, who graded all the tests. At first, Mr. Ryan would deny any claim of Rebecca’s cheating because he knew she wasn’t. Until one day, he came to the realization that he might be able to use his students’ “evidence” to his advantage.
Before I continue on, I must give you Mr. Ryan’s background. You see, Mr. Ryan was a very handsome man throughout his life. During his whole career, he benefited from this simple fact. Because Mr. Ryan was such a good-looking man as well as charming, many of the teenage girls who were enthroned enough to be in one of his classes had a slight crush on him. When a particularly sexy young girl would have one of these crushes, Mr. Ryan would lead them into his trap. Finally, when the naive girl was willing to do anything, Mr. Ryan would move around the bases. Between classes and during lunch, he’d have one of his little vixens on her knees, taking his large cock into her slobbering mouth. He’d even put the girls he’d fuck into detention for the “alone time.”
However, Mr. Ryan had never gotten his hands on a teen as fine as Rebecca. Sadly for him, Rebecca only saw the man as a teacher and nothing else. There was no crush he could grow bigger, there was no lust coming from Rebecca that he could use, there was nothing. Mr. Ryan was getting sick and tired of only being able to dream of fucking her virgin pussy, so he decided he was just going to take the girl whether or not she liked it.
This is why the claims of Rebecca’s cheating were an advantage to Mr. Ryan. These “witness accounts” gave Mr. Ryan the chance of sticking the girl into detention for a few weeks or so without any questions being asked. Sure, Rebecca could deny her peers’ false statements, but without any real proof, she’d just have to deal with her punishment.
Mr. Ryan spent weeks planning how he was going to go about fucking Rebecca before the day had finally come. On that day, he woke up bright and early, packed up the things he’d use on Rebecca into a duffle bag, and set off for work. The whole day, his cock was throbbing. Because of this, he allowed his students free time and paid them no attention.
Ten minutes into his fourth period class, the one that Rebecca was in, Mr. Ryan called out, “Ms. Smith, come to my desk immediately.”
Rebecca was confused to say the least. She couldn’t recall anything she’d done, good or bad, that would draw Mr. Ryan’s attention. Still, like the good girl she was, she swiftly walked towards Mr. Ryan’s old, oak desk. “Yes, Sir?”
“Have you been cheating in my class, Dear?”
Rebecca stood before him shocked. “Of course not. I don’t need to.”
“Well, apparently you do because many of your classmates claim to have seen you cheating for the past few months now. Do you mean to tell me they all are lying?”
“Yes,” Rebecca nearly shouted,” I actually do mean to tell you they all are a bunch of liars.”
Mr. Ryan couldn’t help but smirk at the girl’s distress. “Well, I’m sorry. But I can’t take one person’s word over several other’s, Sweetheart.”
“Sir, please don’t lower my grade. I’ve worked so hard to perfect it. I promise I’m not cheating.”
“Don’t worry,” Mr. Ryan comforted, “I’m not lowering your grade, Honey. However, you will be serving detention for the next couple of weeks, Rebecca.”
“No buts, Princess. Now, go sit back down. I plan on seeing you at 3pm and not a second later.”
Rebecca started to cry as she went back to her desk. Yes, it seems silly to be upset about detention, but Rachel’s perfect record, the one she had worked so hard on, was now thrown down the drain for something she hadn’t even done. She didn’t complain much though. Rachel thought detention was much better than losing her hard earned A+.
Rachel knocked on Mr. Ryan’s classroom door thirty minutes late because she had ran into Bartholomew on her way to room 609. Due to her tardiness, you could say she was very worried about what was to come.
Mr. Ryan answered the door, “Go sit down.” He locked the door behind her.
Rachel did as she was told, sitting down at the desk directly facing her teacher. “I’m really sor-”
Mr. Ryan’s hand shot up, signaling for her to be quiet. “No excuses. You’re going to do everything I tell you for the next two hours. Okay, Beautiful?”
“Good, start cleaning out my cabinets.” Mr. Ryan ordered as he sat back down.
Rebecca moved towards the over-flowing filing cabinet and started clearing the drawers. Mr. Ryan stared at Rebecca as she kept working. Finally, Rachel was where he wanted her, bent over in a position where she could hardly defend herself.
Mr. Ryan got up from his seat and slowly made his way towards the small girl ahead of him. When he was just inches away from Rebecca, Mr.Ryan slapped her ass playfully while saying, “Okay, I think that’s good enough for now, Sweetheart.”
Not holding her tongue like she should have, Rebecca shouted, “What the hell was that for?”
Mr. Ryan was taken aback to say the least. “Ooo, someone has a mouth on her. We’ll have to fix that, Baby.”
Rachel slowly turned around, accidentally flashing Mr. Ryan her lacy panties. “Um, Sir, sorry about my mouth. You’re making me uncomfortable though.”
“I guess that’s just too bad, Dearest.” Before any response could fall from Rachel’s lips, Mr. Ryan slammed his face against hers, stealing a kiss.
Rebecca started beating her fists into his back, her screams muffled by her teacher’s lips. Anger and confusion filling her head. Sure, Rebecca always knew Mr. Ryan had a thing for her, but she never thought he would dare touch her.
Though Mr. Ryan was much stronger than Rebecca, he was still annoyed by the teen girl’s fists pounding rapidly into his back. He pulled away from her kissable lips, giving her a stern look. Strangely, she stopped screaming. “Dear, I’d stop playing drums on me if I were you. Well, unless you want to be punished.” His lips formed a sadistic grin.
“Mr. Ryan, please, Sir, don’t hurt me,” Rebecca begged as her fairly attractive teacher traced a trail up her thighs and under her skirt. Tears slowly started to drip from her eyes. The teen was panicking and had no idea how to get herself out of the position she was in.
Mr. Ryan pressed his right hand firmly onto the squirming teen’s panty covered pussy. To Mr. Ryan’s disbelief, Rebecca’s panties were wet. Wanting the girl’s skirt out of his way, he grabbed ahold of the hem and started pulling down. At that time, the teen’s silent cries for help turned into screams of terror as she tried kicking him away. Mr. Ryan, without much thought, slapped Rebecca’s pretty face. She stopped screaming.
“If you would just stop struggling, I wouldn’t have to hurt you, Baby,” Rebecca’s teacher said firmly.
Mr. Ryan stood and grabbed ahold of one of Rebecca’s wrists, forcing her to stand as well. “I’m going to walk you to the front of the room where my duffle bag is. The said duffle bag has a gag that will be put in your mouth because I’m going to want both of my hands. From here to the duffle bag you will not scream or make any sort of struggle. I don’t think you want to face the consequences of not listening, Sweetheart.”
Tears were flowing down Rebecca’s face as Mr. Ryan dragged her to the front of the room. The poor girl wanted to be anywhere but room 609.
Rebecca’s teacher let go of her wrist and bent over the duffle bag. Mr. Ryan started pulling out an assortment of things such as paddles, handcuffs, and rope until he found the red-ball gag he was looking for.
“Please,” Rebecca whimpered, “Please, don’t.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t started screaming on me, I wouldn’t have to, Baby. Open wide.”
Rebecca shook her head and started backing away from her teacher. When Mr. Ryan attempted to yank her back towards him, Rebecca ran for the door. To her despair, the door was locked and could not be unlocked without a key.
Mr. Ryan smirked as he started walking towards Rebecca, gag in hand. “Sweetheart, stop being ridiculous and get back over here.”
Rebecca started screaming as she banged on the door.
“God, dammit! Rebecca, now!” Mr. Ryan reached Rebecca and yanked the tired girl by her hair. Rebecca shut up.
Open your fucking mouth,” Mr. Ryan shouted.
Rebecca did as she was told though she didn’t want to.
Mr. Ryan secured the ball gag into Rebecca’s mouth and released her. “Mmm, that’s better. Let’s start taking those clothes off. We only have an hour left today, Baby, and I want to fuck you in that time.”
Rebecca’s teacher started with the girl’s shirt. Of course she struggled, but it wasn’t much use. Mr. Ryan got it off with little effort and threw the shirt to the floor. He examined the young teens perky, C-cup breasts being squished by her bra as she stood very still. Mr. Ryan then sat near his duffle bag and spoke.
“Rebecca, Sweetheart, why don’t you take off your bra for me?”
She looked at him confused and asked why, though it was muffled by the gag.
“Because I want a show.”
Rebecca listened and upon Mr. Ryan’s request, started removing her skin tight skirt and panties as well. Embarrassment, panic, and shockingly arousal radiated off of her as she stood completely naked.
Mr. Ryan placed a firm hand on Rebecca as he layed her down onto his sturdy desk. He handcuffed her, and then brought his face to her tight cunt and licked her most sensitive part. Rebecca, not meaning to, moaned.
“Mmm, the little slut likes her pussy being licked doesn’t she?” Mr. Ryan licked her cunt again and continued to expertly work his tongue into her tiny hole. She was trying to get him off, but it was no use.
Finally, when Rebecca was just about to cum, he stopped.
Rebecca let out a censored cry of frustration and embarrassment. Angrily, she kicked at her amused teacher.
“Don’t ever fucking do that, Whore,” he spat, “I was trying to be nice and get your little cunny wet for you and you repay me like that? Turn over.”
Rebecca shook her head no and was promptly slapped.
Slowly and reluctantly the young teen listened.
“I’m going to take this gag out. You scream, you get beat, Baby,” Mr. Ryan said. He reached down and unhooked the gag. “Sweetheart, are you on birth control?”
Mr. Ryan sighed, “I try so hard to be nice to you. Just answer the fucking question, Bitch.”
“Yes, yes I’m on birth control,” Rebecca quickly shouted.
“Good.” Without any further notice Mr. Ryan undid his pants and roughly entered the teen’s tight opening.
Blood dripped down her thighs, but he didn’t care. He knew she wouldn’t scream.
Rebecca just bit her lip, cried, and tried her best to ignore the unignorable pain between her thighs. Her teacher’s cries of pleasure and shouts of “oh fuck your slut hole is so tight,” “take that whore,” and “mmm Sweetheart you’re so pretty,” were quite maddening.
In less than ten minutes, Mr. Ryan’s warm cum filled Rebecca’s cunt. He kissed the back of her neck and exited her cunt. “It’s such a shame you weren’t able to enjoy this as much as I did, Dear. However, disobedient girls don’t deserve to feel nice.”
Rebecca slowly lowered herself to the ground, curled up, and continued to cry.
“Oh, don’t cry about it, Baby. We’ll have other times,” he told the panicked teen.
Mr. Ryan used Rebecca’s panties to clean her up. They were then discarded into his pockets.
“Get dressed, Sweetheart. I need to drive you home,” Mr. Ryan said as he stared at Rebecca’s exposed body. “We’ll have to go over the rules tomorrow.”
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