Teacher's Summer Pet

The final bell rang with a long awaited shrill. Students sprang from their seats, packing newly signed yearbooks with pens and pencils into their backpacks; those who brought them anyway. The last day of school was always a welcome relief from the whining little fuckfaces. Few even had the potential to move on to greater things. I wasn't even the regular teacher, I was a sub. The regular teacher conveniently called in sick leaving me with these spoiled brats. I didn't even want to do this job, but I needed extra cash. Lovely.

As the last student exited the room, I went over to eject Frozen from the DVD player. What an overrated movie. Packing up the DVD I checked the power on the projector and went into the back room to grab my things. Hearing the door open, I peak my head out and see one of the female students searching the desks.

"You forget something?" I ask, locking the back room.

"Yeah, my water bottle." She replies, looking up and down the aisles.

"You mean this?" I say, holding a bright pink water bottle in front of me.

"Oh, yeah, that's the one." Walking towards me, I notice her cut off shorts; perhaps cut a bit too short.

Taking the bottle, she looks at my shoulder and asks, "Is that a tattoo?" Looking at my sleeve, the bottom part of it is displayed past the cuff. Pulling up the sleeve, I showcase a nine-tailed wolf.

"Oh wow," she coos, "when did you get that?"

"When I was in college."

"Does it mean anything?"

"No," I lied, "I just thought it looked cool."

She smiled and giggled a little, like she just had a peak at a Christmas present. "I'm looking to get a tattoo myself."

"Really?" I feign interest, shuffling towards the doorway and shutting off the light.

"Yeah, I was thinking about getting a rose on my lower back."

"So," drawing out my response, "you wanna get a tramp stamp."

"Not a tramp stamp," she retorted, "just a nice...rose."

"...A tramp stamp."

"Okay okay, so it's a tramp stamp, but it would look so cute." She bites her lip like she just pictured it.

By this time we had made our way outside near the employee parking lot.

"Won't you be late for the bus?" I ask, hoping the reminder would send her on her way.

"Oh no, I walk. No way am I getting on that pot invested vehicle."

I chuckled a bit, "Fair enough."

"Hey, do you think you could give me a ride to the mall?"

"Um..." I check the lot as if someone is about to call the cops. "What about going home?"

"Oh fuck that." She quickly replied, adding a scoff for good measure. "I am so done with my parents, treating me like some little kid."

Mentally I wanted to slap her upside that head; outwardly I just slowly nodded.

"What, did they ground you too many times?" I sarcastically teased.

"No, they just have all these ideas of what I should be and what I should do and I'm fucking sick of it. I mean, I'm eighteen for Christ's sake, I'm old enough to make my own decisions. In fact, I told them they could kiss my ass yesterday, because I'm done."

"So what, you just cut ties and that's that?" I asked, actually wondering what this little dumb shit was planning to do.

"Yeah, I'm moving out. Gonna head to California to see if I can launch my acting career."

Oh great, another wannabe Hollywood star. Just what this country needs. Seeing as how she wasn't leaving anytime soon, I agreed to her request and motioned toward the passenger door. She gleamed like I was gonna take her to California myself.

"Seat belt." I say, and she complies. Starting the car up I ask, "Your name is Lindsey right?"

"That's right Mr. McCormick." She says with a grin.

Driving a bit, I kept thinking about how she didn't want to go home. In fact, she just wanted to drop off the radar. "Lindsey, what about going to college and all that good stuff?"

"Nah I'd rather experience life as it comes."

A nice way to say fuck life.

"So, you won't even contact your family for holidays?" I pry, trying to glean a little more.

"No, fuck them. I'm done."

"What about a boyfriend?"

"Oh we were through a long time ago. He was just another thing my parents disapproved of. He ended up being a steroid freak anyway."

She didn't even notice we weren't headed in the direction of the mall.

Pulling into a storage lot, I check for cameras. Finding none I turn off the car and open the glove box. "Hey I have to get a few things before I go home, can you help me carry them?" I rummage for the key and close the box.

"Sure," she eagerly replies.

Hopping out she joins me at the door as I insert the key and slide the massive metal frame upwards. Entering I head towards the back and she instinctively follows. I search the boxes and find what I'm looking for and keep it concealed. Hiding my smile I move towards the door as Lindsey stood in the center of the room, waiting for instruction.

"You know Lindsey, you really should listen to your parents."

"Oh don't tell me, 'They know what they're talking about and I should take their advice.'" She sighed with an annoyed look.

"Well, yeah, you would've, saved yourself a lot of pain." I said matter of factly.

"...W-What do you mean." I could hear the concern creeping into her voice.

"For instance," Closing the large metal frame I looked at her with predatory eyes, "Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"

Realizing her predicament she begins to creep backwards, her lower lip now trembling. I reveal the item to be a ball gag and begin my advance. Seeing my intent she pleads, "Mr. McCormick, please-"

I slap her across the face. Hard. "It's Sir. You will address me as Sir. Understand?"

Reeling from the slap I see the tears begin to well and feel my cock begin to harden. All she does is hold her cheek. Becoming impatient I grab her neck from the front and back with both hands, "I said," shaking her once, "do you understand?" in a rather irritated tone.

Attempting to pull my hands off she whimpers, "Yes, yes I understand," the tears now flowing freely.

"Understand what?" I squeezed harder.

"I understand Sir."

I grinned like a clown.

"Good."

I push her all the way to the back wall and slam her into the metal siding. The sound echoes throughout the container space. I spin her around and yank her head back with a sharp snap.

"Open." I order.

She hesitates at first but a quick tug convinces her otherwise. I shove the ball gag in and tighten the strap behind her head. Pinning her body to the wall with mine I frisk her body for her cell phone and find it in her back pocket. Unlocking the screen I smile when I see a new text from her mom. I read it aloud:

"'If you are going to act that way then good luck paying for everything yourself. Your stuff is outside. Pick up by the end of the day.' ... Looks like mommy dearest is done with you as well." I chuckled into her ear, listened to her heavy breathing, and took a moment to enjoy her squirming body. I drop the phone on the ground and stomp on it 'till it breaks. "You're mine now," I shoved my knee in between her legs and stuck my forearm into the back of her neck, "and I'm going to do...whatever!," I slammed my free hand into the wall causing her to flinch, "I wa-" I felt my knee grow warm.

I looked down to see my knee and her crotch were wet. I gripped her throat and pulled her into my body. "Did you just fuckin' piss on me?" She tried to apologize through the gag but was unable to do so for obvious reasons. I throw her to the ground and straddle her waist. "Well, if you're gonna piss all over me," I rip off her shirt, "I might as well beat the shit out of you too." I land a hard right to her eye socket. Her hands come up in defense and I just laugh, "Yeah, like that's gonna do anything." I punch into her side and watch her flail under me. I grope her soft tits and bite her nipples to hear her scream in pain. Her hips buck up, in an effort to throw me off.

It feels amazing.

I stop my punching in mid air when I feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket. Letting out an annoyed sigh I grab her neck and whisper, "Not a fucking word." Pulling my phone out, I see it's one of my good friends I haven't talked to in awhile.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Not much right now, I was actually wondering if we could get together to talk about something."

"Yeah? About what?"

"It's not good...phone conversation, if you know what I mean."

"Okay, well I'm a bit, um..." I look at Lindsey whose face has started to swell, "busy at the moment."

"Yeah?...What kind of busy?"

"I uh, have this new...pet I got today."

"A new pet? You mean the kind of pet you nearly killed at the beach last summer?"

"Hey, I didn't know she was so fragile." I see Lindsey shudder.

"Whatever, just don't...'squeeze' so hard this time."

"Yeah yeah I know." I flashback to last summer when I nearly choked my last victim to death. Turns out I just choked her into unconsciousness.

"So is tomorrow good?"

"Yeah that'll be plenty of time." I smile and caress the side of her face. She lets out a quiet whimper.

"Alright, I'll meet you at the usual place at three."

"Okay, I'll see ya."

"Okay, see ya."

"Oh wait...Charlie...Charlie you there?"

"...Yeah, I'm still here."

"You want to see the pet, maybe...play for a little bit?" Lindsey shook her head and I gave her a little slap.

"Mmm, maybe, I'll see how I feel tomorrow."

"Okay then, bye."

"Bye."

"Well then," I put my phone back, "Now that that's out of the way I can turn my attention back to you." I grin and laugh at her when she starts to cry again. I drag her to her feet and pull her towards the back corner where I keep a trunk. Opening it up, I pull out my Polaroid camera and some hand cuffs. "Okay," I begin in an almost playful tone, "This next part will determine how badly you want to be punished. If you behave and do as I say, it will be very minimal. Ignore me and the newspapers will be announcing the murder of a young girl." She sobs now and I push her to her knees. "Hands behind your back." She does so shakily and I slap the cuffs on, tightening them as far as they would go. She winces so I slap her in the head.

I take a few steps back holding the camera. "Turn towards me." She does so and I snap a pic. "Now, on your face." She awkwardly falls over, hands being cuffed and all. I snap another pic. Walking over I put my knee into her back. "I'm going to take this gag out, and you...are going to keep your fucking mouth shut," I lean forward, "Understand?" She nods her head. I unfasten the strap and listen to her whimpers. By this point I'm hard as a fucking rock. I stand up and get the camera ready.

"On your knees."

After some fumbling, she manages to prop herself up. "Please," she begs, "please don't, please stop."

I step forward and backhand her hard. "Did I say to fucking talk?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She sobs her apologies.

I unzip my jeans and take my throbbing dick out. "Well, you know what to do. A little cock tease like you must've had a lot of practice." She wraps her lips around the tip and begins sucking gently. "Oh come on, none of that gentle lovey-duvy bullshit." I grab the back of her head and shove her head almost to my balls. "Take the cock all the way down your throat." I snap a pic. She gags around my cock and tries to pull away but I hold firm. Letting her go she coughs a mess of spit. "Look at me when I face fuck you." I push her head back on and start slowly fucking her head. She gags even harder, tears falling as she looks up. "Oh don't tell me you've never deep throated before." I pull her off, "Well?"

"N-no, no," she coughs.

I slap her hard. "No what?"

"No sir, no sir I haven't." She coughs again. "Please sir, please st- ugk!"

I shove her back on, "Shut the fuck up. Take my dick," I thrust all the way in, "down your th-"

She vomits all over my dick.

"Fucking hell bitch!" I nearly drop the camera as she convulses.

"I'm s-sorry sir! I'm, uhk, sorry! I'm sorry!" She heaves until there's nothing left.

I grab her hair and yank her onto the concrete floor. I look at the mess she's made, "Thanks a lot, now I gotta clean this shit up." I go grab a towel from a box I packed away and began wiping the floor. Once I had gotten most of it I grabbed my clean up kit; bleach, a scrub brush, etc. I scrub the floor until I'm satisfied. Lindsey hasn't moved the entire time. I shove the towel into a plastic garbage bag and toss the bag against the door. I go to some storage shelves and grab a jug of water. Rolling her on her back I begin pouring water into her mouth. She coughs most of it back up but I keep pouring until her mouth is cleaned out.

Once done, I toss the jug aside and grab the ball gag. I straddle her waist and cover her mouth with one hand while snapping another pic with the other. I shove the ball gag back in and tighten it once more. "This is the fun part," I grin, "for me anyway." I violently yank her shorts off and she screams while trying to scoot back. I punch her gut a few times, "Quit squirming!" She obeys. I rip her panties off and position myself at her cunt. Then, having second thoughts I flip her on her stomach and reposition myself at her asshole.

"You ever get fucked in the ass?"

She quickly shakes her head no.

I grab the back of her head and pull it up. "Don't lie to me!"

"Uhh, nnnnuhhh nnuuhh huhh!" She keeps shaking her head no.

"Well isn't today my lucky day then?" I chuckle and spit into my hand.

I ram into her virgin ass.

She screams into the gag and for a split second I'm worried someone will hear her. I squeeze the front of her throat to quiet her. She thrashes beneath me, trying in vain to get away. It's not working. I take slow, powerful thrusts, making sure to go as deep as I can. After a few minutes I take a picture of my cock in her ass. A few minutes later I see blood on my cock and I take another picture. "Guess you really are an ass virgin." I ram again and feel the vibrations of her scream on my hand. I pump, getting faster and faster, her face expressing pure agony. "Fuck you're tight." I keep pumping until I feel myself about to cum. I pull out and shoot my load all over her back.

"Fuck Lindsey, you might make a good actress after all...in porn anyway." I stand up and leave her bawling on the floor.

Then I hear a knock on the door.

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I quickly check my surroundings. Looking at my watch I notice it's almost 4:00. I take my glasses off and hold them up the the light before wiping them with my shirt. I knock again. "Luke I know you're in there!" I say, getting a bit irritated. After all, I could be eating right now. I see the door come up about halfway as he ducts under and pops up.

He greets me with a smile. "Oh hey Henry what's up?"

"Charlie just called, wants to meet tomorrow. By the way he was talking he sounded like he wanted to form a wolf pack."

"Oh yeah yeah." He nodded his head. "So, why'd you come?"

"He mentioned you had a new pet and I wanted to see it."

He smirked, "Oh, I see. This isn't just a friend wanting to hangout, oh no, you just wanna play with the new pet."

We both chuckled. "Just let me in already."

Ducking under the metal frame I immediately notice a girl lying near the back wall. Ball gagged and handcuffed. Covered in bruises too, but then again Luke always did like to color them; said it made his pictures look better. Her face is turned towards the wall and I can audibly hear her cries.

Delightful.

"Why does it smell like bleach?" I ask, sniffing the air.

"Bitch threw up because she never deep throated."

"Well that can be fixed with practice." I stroll over and kneel next to her. "Dude, clean up after yourself."

"Whatever." He grabs a towel and wipes her down before stuffing the towel in a large garbage bag.

I roll her onto her back. Her breath quickens and her cries grow louder. When she realizes that a different person is hovering over, she sobs outright and even tries to wiggle away but ends up backing herself into the wall. I hold her down by her throat and scan her body. Deep shades of red spotted her torso and her left eye is a little swollen. Sweat envelops her whole body which left a lingering scent. I breathe it in. I take off my glasses and set them aside.

"Did you know," I begin rubbing her stomach, "It takes roughly 3,300 newtons of force to break someone's rib?" I start tracing her ribs with my fingers. She shakes. "And you're thoracic diaphragm, which is about right...here," I deeply press two fingers near the bottom center of her ribs, "helps you to breathe." I watch her squirm uncomfortably for a bit. Standing I continue, "3,300 newtons of force sounds like a lot, and it is. However, a kick like this," I hammer one into her side, "is more than enough to fracture your ribs." She wails into the gag, her sobs ragged. I kneel once more and brush her hair out of her face. Reaching into my back pocket I grab a plain white handkerchief. I lean in close to where she isn't fuzzy anymore and gently wipe her tears up.

After inhaling the new scent I place the cloth back in my pocket. She writhed in pain. I pull my now erect cock out of my jeans and move in between her legs. Her sobs are now strained breaths due to the broken ribs. I spit on my hand and lube myself. Pushing into her cunt without hesitation, I take long strokes. "Holy shit you're tight." Her breaths are raspy and broken and tears are falling steadily now. I take my time, enjoying the sensation. Then, wanting to hear her squeal, I pull out and ram all the way back in.

"UUUUHHHHHUUUUU!" Her cries nearly echo in the storage container.

I smile and ram again.

"UUUHHUUUHH, PLLEEE!"

"Please what bitch!"

I ram her again.

"AAHHUHHH! PLEEE SCAA ugk...ugk..."

She starts convulsing and I realize she's throwing up. "Oh come on," I mutter. I turn her head to the side and undo the strap for the ball gag. A horrid smelling bile spills from her mouth. She coughs the remaining bit up, struggling to breathe. "Fucking bitch." I press a hand into the area I kicked and she screams like a banshee. I squeeze her throat to silence her and continue pumping away. I build up my pace, ending with a brutal pounding. Her mouth hangs open in agony, her eyes are devoid of hope.

Perfect.

I grunt with each thrust, getting more and more forceful. After some time I feel the contractions and slow down for a bit. I get my face close the girl's, "There is a fifteen to twenty-five percent chance of getting pregnant from unprotected sex. So unless you want a fucking baby I suggest you start praying." Her eyes snapped shut and her lips mouthed "no" over and over. I quicken my pace again and shoot my load inside her. After seeing her defeated face I pull out with a satisfied grin.

"What do you say Luke? Should I put her to sleep?" I grab a nearby towel and wipe myself off.

He had been leaning against the wall the whole time. "Yeah, please do."

I kneel over her placing one hand over her mouth and pinching her nose with the other.

"This is going to be quite painful."

She tries to shake her head.

"First there's the lack of oxygen and the chest pains."

She tries to move her whole body.

"Things might start to sound distant or you'll hear a ringing."

She tries to kick her legs up.

"You might even see bright lights in your vision."

Her eyes blink rapidly.

"And then darkness will take over."

Then they slow down.

"But don't worry...it'll be over soon."

Her eyes shut.

Luke and I clean up her vomit, using the clean up kit and throw the trash in large plastic garbage bags. He grabs another pair of handcuffs and restrains her ankles. I wash off the gag and place it back in, securing it tightly. Both of us pick up her body and place it near the trunk in the back. Luke digs around and grabs a large metal chain. He secures one end to the trunk while I loop the other side around her neck and connect two links with a padlock. Once finished we grab the trash bags and sweep the area one final time. Confident we got everything we duck under the large metal door and check the area. With nobody around we can talk openly.