Tormenting Tina Pt. 01byJericoKnight©
Part 1: The First Day
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.
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."
"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?"
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.
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.
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."