Teachers Pet
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DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.
DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain "comic book" style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.
Chapter 10:
Katee’s Perspective:
I was trying my best to keep in the tears on the bus. I felt dead inside, which was making it easier not to cry and make a scene. I looked up, as usual, there was 2 or 3 pervy men looking at me at any given time. I was dressed in yoga pants and a sweatshirt, with a luggage bag at my feet and back pack around my shoulder. These were filled with all the slutty outfits, heels, thongs, bras, and sex toys that I accumulated from Mr. Wilson over the last few weeks.
Mr. Wilson made me do the unthinkable. He made me run away from home, the one place that I felt safe. I cried endless tears this morning as he made me handwrite a letter to my dad and leave it on my desk in my room. It detailed how I was running away from home to start a new life, because I felt disgusted at myself for letting him have sex with me. It went on to warn him to not look for me, or I would go to the authorities to tell them that he raped me. Mr. Wilson made me write it in cold verbiage that would surely leave my dad devastated.
I was heart broken. My dad was the only family that I had, and I knew that he cared about me more than anything in the world. It killed me to know how devastated he would be when he read the letter, and learned that his princess was going to be out of his life forever. I knew though, from the moment he groped my tits in bed, with the lecherous Mr. Wilson watching the scene through spy cameras, that his life was going to be ruined.
Of course, Mr. Wilson threatened me that if I didn’t do this act, that he would release the video of him groping me, and of us eventually having sex. He enforced that my dad would be fired from his job, become a social paraiah, and likely be going to jail. He would never be able to see me anyway. He told me it would be better this way. As much as I hated the man, I knew he was right.
I packed what he told me to in my bags, and left the house after my dad had left for work. I was on my way to Mr. Wilson’s house, where he would make me live indefinitely. I shuttered at the thought of living with this man. I knew he was going to continue to fuck me in any way he wanted, and continue to exploit me sexually.
The bus ride was lasting for ages. I tried to distract myself by gazing outside. I thought I lived in a poor area, but block by block the streets seemed to be getting more unkempt. There were more and more homeless men, and the buildings seemed more run down. I realized why Mr. Wilson didn’t have me dress in the usual slutty manner today. He probably knew that if I did, I wouldn’t have made it to his place.
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Mr. Wilson’s perspective:
I was trying my best to contain my glee! My plan had worked to perfection. My young teen slut was on her way over to live with me. I was drooling at how I would be able to fuck her at will, now that her Dad was out of the way.
I had a deeper plan though. I needed to continue to break her down psychologically, and build her back up as an utter slut.. While holding the risk that her Father’s life could be ruined if she misbehaved, over her head was a good temporizing measure, I knew that there would always be a risk of her revolting and calling me out on my bluff. I needed her to accept her new role, so that she would be mine forever to do with what I pleased.
It was spring break, so I had two weeks with her all to myself to make this happen. I practically sprang a boner as I heard my buzzer ring. I hopped up and went to answer it.
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Katee’s perspective:
I got off the bus and quickly rushed down the street towards his building. I walked by multiple homeless men, offering to help me ‘find what I was looking for’, or cat calling me. I practically ran past them. Thankfully, his place wasn’t far from the bus stop.
‘Wow, what a shit hole’ I thought to myself as I looked up and down the old building that looked like it could collapse at any moment. I made my way to the door, and buzzed Mr. Wilson. I quickly heard a tone, and then heard the door un-click. The wooden door creaked as I opened it. The air in the building was so thick and musty. It couldn’t have been well ventilated.
Of course, the single elevator was out of order. I made my way up the stairs, which creaked with each step. Slightly short of breath from carrying my luggage up four flights of stairs, I walked to his apartment. I gulped. I had an impending sense of doom as I knocked on his door.
He opened the door, grinning at me.
“I’m glad you made it OK dear.” He leered
He looked even more disgusting outside of school than he did at home. He had a stained white ‘wife beater’ on. His hairy pot belly was bulging out of the bottom of the shirt. He had boxers on, and I could notice his erection pitching a tent in the fabric. I cringed as I knew he would make me take care of this for him.
I lugged my bags inside. The smell was terrible. The unit smelled like a mix of body odor, mold and piss. I couldn’t believe that a man who was a teacher lived in such disgusting conditions. There were clothes and rags all over the living room. The unit was lined with plush white carpet, that had turned into a piss yellow color with multiple stains. The unit was also terribly small. The living room and kitchen area were the size of my dad’s room.
There was a computer in the corner on a desk. I cringed as I saw lube and a cum stained rag on the desk. I knew this was where he masturbated many times to the videos and pictures he made me send him. This was the station from which he controlled my life. A part of me wanted to rush to it and throw it out the window, but I knew that he was smart enough to create backups of the content that he was blackmailing me with.
Before I could barely put my luggage down, I felt his monstrous hands grip my waist and pull me into him from behind. Even through my sweat pants I could feel his hard cock.
“I’ve waited so long to have you all to myself.” He whispered into my ear.
I practically gagged at the smell of his breath.
He moved his hands under my sweatshirt and groped my tits over my bra. He peeled my sweater off, and quickly undid my bra and let it fall on the carpet as he led me to his bedroom. The tiny room was almost just large enough to fit a small bed and a desk. I again looked in disgust at the bed, as the sheets were stained with what I assumed was dry cum.
He pushed me onto the bed face first. I again wanted to plug my nose at the smell of the sheets and bed. He swiftly peeled my sweatpants and thong off with one pull. I felt his drool on my lower back as he moaned. I closed my eyes as I felt his big cock enter me from behind. I was terrified, and was shocked as a soft moan left my mouth.
As he continued to thrust, I couldn’t help but get wet. I could feel my juices dripping down my thigh. It was almost like a preconditioned response. I hated this, I knew my life was in pieces and that this was a living hell. But when his big cock was in me, none of that mattered. What the fuck was happening to me!?
I continued to moan as he groped my tits with his big hand, and fucked me from behind. I felt him exit my pussy. I stuck my ass up, subliminally begging for his cock to come back. Instead, I moaned in pain and pleasure as his cock entered my ass. I learned to relax completely so that he could get as deep as he wanted and thrust hard. I loved his anal stimulation as he fucked me hard up the ass. I soon moaned uncontrollably as I reach orgasm. I learned though that cumming only made me hornier, as I was lustful to achieve the next one.
I decided to take control. I was hungry for his cock. I turned around and salivated as I looked at it. I crawled over on all fours and stuck the cock that was just in my ass into my mouth. The smell of the cock was disgusting, but it turned my on in the state that I was in. I took turns between sucking his cock, and his salty ballsack. He was mauling my tits like a mad man.
Soon, I felt his cock spasm, and I hungrily accepted his cum onto my tongue and swallowed.
He looked down on me and smiled, as I was breathing heavily. He patted me on the head.
“Good slut.”
I felt satisfaction, almost proud, until I caught myself. I looked around at the disgusting bed I had just been fucked on by this monster, in the moldy room. I got shaken into reality, and realized in the predicament I was in. What made me feel worse is how I could possibly enjoy any bit of this? What kind of slut was I becoming?
I started bawling, as all sense of pleasure and satisfaction now seemed like a distant memory.
I felt a sharp smack on my cheek, and then another.
“Stop you’re crying slut. Learn to accept that you like to be treated like a dirty $2 whore. The sooner you do, the happier you will be.” He sneered
I felt my cheek burning, as I rubbed it while I let his words sink in.
He didn’t give me much time to reflect. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up and led me to the bathroom. The tiny room smelled like piss and shit. The once white sink, toilet and shower were now stained yellow. He told me that to ‘earn my keep’, that it was my job to keep the house tidy. I was to start in the bathroom today. He handed me a toothbrush and said I was to start by polishing the floor.
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Mr. Wilson’s perspective:
I was in utter bliss. No more need for porn for me. Watching this naked young teen prance around the house cleaning, had given me many boners in the day. And any time I had an erection, I would simply grab the teen, and use her young body in any way that I wanted. I had came in her teen ass, pussy and mouth already. When I was done using her, I would command her to start cleaning where she left off. Truthfully, I didn’t give a fuck about how clean my apartment was. I just wanted her to feel as degraded and useless as possible.
In the interim, I had taken her phone and wallet containing all of her personal ID’s and locked it in my safe. I looked through her luggage in glee as I looked at all of the sexy outfits I had bought her. I added them to the closet next to the others that I hadn’t shown her yet. Tonight, I had something special planned for her to continue down her path of sexual degeneracy.
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Katee’s perspective:
I got out of Mr. Wilson’s dingy shower and dried off. I couldn’t believe that that lecherous old man had used me like his sex toy. I dried my tears off with the towel. I was resigned to the fact that I would likely end the day by crawling up in that disgusting old man’s bed naked, ready for him to use my body again.
To my surprise, when I walked out of the bathroom naked, into the main area of the house, the old man stood there with an outfit in his hands.
He walked up to me and told me to put it on. I took it in my hands. It was a new one that I hadn’t worn before. I looked at the frilly fabric in my hands. It was a two piece red fishnet outfit. He told me to put it on in the bathroom and ‘make myself look pretty’. At this point I knew better than to question what he said.
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Mr. Wilson’s Perspective
I quickly put a pink cheap satin sheet on bed, and then sprinkled some roses on it. No, I wasn’t trying to plan a romantic date for my sex toy, I was planning something much more degrading.
I saw her walk out of the bathroom. She looked sexy as always. On top she had on a long sleeve fish net half blouse. It covered her shoulders before plunging deep, showing most of her cleavage, and then wrapping around her tits. It left her entire midriff bare and it clung tight to her body. Of course, since it was fishnet, it did nothing to cover her tits, and her nipples simply poked through the holes.
Below, she had a matching fishnet red mini skirt which clung to her ass, ending inches above the bottom of her cheeks. She had no panties on, so her pussy was entirely visible through the fishnet material.
She looked at the bed in shock. She looked at me as I opened a laptop in front of the bed and told her to sit down in front of it.
“You’re gonna earn your keep in this house slut. And there is only one thing a whore like you can do to earn money.
And that is by using that hot body of yours.” I sneered
I looked as her eyes opened in horror as she saw herself reflected back in the laptop monitor. She started to realize what was going on.
“So from now one, to earn you stay here, you’re going be a little cam whore.”
I pulled up my PC behind the laptop, and pulled up the room. I was the moderator of her channel that I made on a popular camgirl website on the dark web.
I designed her channel describe that she is a high school teen new to being a cam girl. She got kicked out of her house. She was desperate for cash, and would do anything to earn it. I knew that this de***********ion would attract a lot of attention.
I set the format of the show to keep it free so that anyone could join and enjoy the show. I, as a frequent patron of this site, hated when some rich asshole would take the girl private and deprive the rest of us. Instead, I made the rules so that all could watch for free, but to direct Katee on what to do, she would have to be given money (which of course would go to me).
I told her to look sexy, act like a whore, and do anything that these men wanted her to do.
With that, I got the show going.
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Katee’s perspective
My heart was racing. My cheeks were blushed. I was terrified. With one click of the button, I started seeing ‘visitors’ pile in to my ‘show’. My eyes widened as the number of guests reached into the triple figures.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I wanted to cry. What if one of these men knew me? What if they were recording me and were going to release it on the internet. My life would be ruined. I felt my self on the verge of having a panic attack. I took a breath to try and calm down. My only chance of surviving Mr. Wilson would be to do what he said, and live in the moment.
I looked down at the chat, dozens of messages were coming in. Far too many to reply to.
Messages like “Hey Beautiful” “Hey gorgeous.” “Nice outfit” were a common theme.
I looked at them like a deer in headlights
“LMAO this slut looks nervous.” One said, further staking my nerves. "Must be a rookie"
I looked up at Mr. Wilson. He glared at me to say wave and smile.
I did as asked. I felt myself relax as I smiled a bit and waved.
“Hey boys.” I said written in pink writing. It was Mr. Wilson typing on my behalf from the other side of the laptop
“I’m so excited you all could make it.” I waved again as I read the message pop up
I heard a ‘cash register’ ring tone from laptop and I saw a green comment flash “bigTed donated $5- ‘play with your tits”
I looked at Mr. Wilson, he gave me the thumbs up.
I bit my underlip as I brought my hands up to my boobs, and held them up for the camera. I squeezed my tits for the camera. I heard the cash register tone several more times.
“$5- pinch your nipples” “$5- lick your nipples whore.” “$10- take off you top slut”
Each “whore” and “slut” stung. I knew what I looked like to these men. But if only they knew the truth. If only they knew that I was a good girl, being forced to do this..
I peeled my fishnet top off, baring my teen tits to a chatroom full of hundereds of strangers. I pinched my nipples. I could barely keep up with the amount of requests, and lewd comments. All I knew was that as long as they didn’t pay, I didn’t need to pay attention to them.
I took my right breast in my hand and brought it up to my mouth and sucked on my nipple.
“$20 show me that teen pussy slut”
I took a deep breath, before uncrossing my legs, and hiking my skirt up. I was now showing this chatroom my pussy.
I read many of the lewd comments, making me feel even more degraded.
“$25- finger yourself”
I took my middle and index finger and slipped it into my warm pussy. I started to gently stroke myself. All those times Mr. Wilson made me masturbate really made me realize what I liked
“$20- Faster whore”
Well, so much for slow and gentle. I did what I was told. I started to finger fuck myself more vigorously.
“$5- moan like the slut you are.”
I started to moan, and body started to writhe, as I subconsciously started to ride my fingers with my pelvis.
“$25- Now fuck yourself with a dildo hoe”
I was snapped out of my reverie.” I looked up at Mr. Wilson, He handed me a studded 10 inch dildo. The girth of it was massive too.
I returned to my position, legs open. I showed the dildo to the laptop, sparking digital cheers. I was shocked, as the guestlist had grown to the thousands. I guess word had spread about the free show that I was putting on.
I opened my legs and put the rubber studded dildo into my pussy. I moaned as I slowly shoved it in inch by inch. I started stroking the first half of it in and out of my pussy. This was more than enough for me. I started to moan louder.
I heard the ring tone again
“$50- force it all in slut”
I licked my lips before slowly starting to advance the massive studded dildo into my young tight pussy. I imagined it was about 7 inches in, and I felt like it was going to make my pussy tear. It felt good though. I slowly advanced it. My pussy was surprisingly accommodating.
I gasped as I plunged the final inch in. Just as it was in, I started to withdraw it and plunge it in again. Each stroke felt so good. As my pussy became more and more lubricated, I was able to fuck myself freely with the big dildo. I had never felt such pleasure from a toy before. Soon my body began to writhe uncontrollably as I felt the unmistakable feeling of orgasm.
I continued to fuck myself, as I returned my eyes to the screen.
“$50-now fuck your ass whore”
Without a second thought, I turned around and bent over so that my ass was facing the laptop. I spread my ass cheeks wide, showing the thousands of strange men my teen asshole willingly.
I took my finger and stuck it in my ass. I clenched my sphincter around the my finger as I buried it in to my rectum. I stroked it in and out, and without even being asked, put my middle finger in as well. I continued finger fucking my ass.
I heard a tone, so turned around
“$50- now lick your finger clean your dirty whore.”
I turned around for the camera, and one by one put my index finger, and middle finger in my mouth. I started at the base of each finger, and licked the tip.
“$100- dildo in your ass.”
I licked my lips as I grabbed the great dildo and shoved it up my ass. I moaned with each inch as the studded dildo made its way into my rectum.
I was only able to get it about half way in before stopping due to pain. I felt like my asshole was about to tear.
“$150- put it all in hoe”
“$150- shove it in whore”
“$200- don’t be a bitch.”
I breathed heavily as I tried to relax my sphincter, and force the dildo into my asshole”
I moaned in agony and in pleasure as I was able to shove the dildo in ¾ of the way. I continued to breath as I made one final push.
My insides felt like they were about to explode, but it also felt so good. I felt my body again writhe as I shoved it into my ass fully. My knees collapsed as I reached orgasm on the bed again.
I moaned as I slowly, and enjoyably withdrew the dildo from my ass inch by inch.
I turned around, so that my face was inches from the laptop.
I took the dildo in my hand and started to suck on it.
I heard the cash register tone over and over as donations poured in.
I typed onto the keyboard “I wish this was a real cock in front of me”
As I deepthroated the massive dildo that was just in my asshole.
With that I read typing across the screen. It was Mr. Wilson, posing as me.
“Well that is it for me tonight boys. Pleasure meeting you, same time same place tomorrow!
XXX Katee”
And with that, the final donations poured in, and the screen closed.
Mr. Wilson stood up and slid the lap top aside.
He grabbed my by my thighs and slid me over to him. He put my ankles on his shoulders as he unzipped his trousers. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt his cock enter me.
As I was getting fucked and reaching orgasm again, satisfying my most primal desires, I couldn't help but think "maybe being a whore isn't as bad as its made out to be."
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