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.