The Gym Teacher (LataxCnt)

[CntDestyr]

He was the best. He was the best coach, trainer, teacher, lover, athlete, the list went on and on, but one thing was for certain, he was the best. His name was Clyde Martin and ever since he had been hired at St. Agatha's School for Girls, their sports teams have started dominating. Their volleyball team won the state championship, their basketball team, rugby, softball, you name it, they were winning and it was directly because of him. Besides that, he also doubled as the full time gym teacher, and had won many awards for the physical fitness that he was advocating. Granted, if they knew the means of how he was achieving such a feat, he would probably be thrown in jail.

The man's methods were quite a secret around the school. There were a few that knew, but most of the one's that knew had all but gone away to college, dropped out, or even died in some cases. The man stood at 6'4, and a heavy 200 pounds. He wasn't fat, however, those 200 pounds were all muscle. He had the stamina of a racehorse, and the strength of a rhino. He was an intimidating man, and he lived and breathed fitness and physical prowess. Normally, he wore a tight, white wife beater to show his muscles off, as well as a pair of short shorts in the school's colors. When he was coaching, he normally just wore a track suit and a baseball cap.

Today, he was watching the girl's in their school uniforms, running laps, and playing the games. For most, the sweat was starting to soak into their shirts and the sweat was making their hair stick to their faces as they ran around. It was a sight that he loved seeing, his eyes going over them until they focused on one. Looking at his role sheet, he figured that the one in particular was one Sugar Downhart. He wasn't sure if she was new, or what her deal happened to be, he just knew that she wasn't running as hard as the other girls, if at all.

"Ms. Downhart. I'm going to need to have a discussion with you after class. In my office."

The man called out. None of the girls stopped running, no, they all knew better. The man's reputation certainly preceeded him. His deep booming voice, his physical appearance, all things that they didn't want to particularly mess with. With only five minutes left to go, the class ended, and he made his way to his office, turning and meeting eyes with Sugar. Since it was an all girl's school, his office was placed in the middle of the girl's locker room. It was quite nice, after ward he got to see some of the girl's change and the sight of sweat glistening on their bodies, watching them struggle to get their shirts off, that was the most beautiful sight in the world.

 

[LataPaine]

Sugar Downhart had recently transferred to the school after having moved to the area. Because of her father’s job, she had didn’t have any choice but to move along with him. She can’t help but feel throw a hissy fit about it, pissed that she was leaving all of her friends behind. She eventually calmed down about it, but is still in a stubborn and agitated mood about it. She now spends more of her time alone during school hours. After hours, she would do what she can to sneak out.

Ever since she started going to this school, she has been hearing things about how it’s well known for its athletic programs. Wandering the halls, she would trophies encased in glass the school’s various sports teams would win. Not being the athletic type, she would do what she can to avoid joining any sports clubs. She figures she’s struggling enough as it is in the general physical education class, getting frustrated with the teacher’s strict teaching methods. Not only has she been hearing about the awards, she had also heard about students suddenly dropping out or just vanishing without a trace when the workouts got too hard.

She’s currently walking along the track outside during P.E., wearing her white t-shirt, black shorts, white socks that reach just an inch or two below the knees, black shoes, black panties, and a black bra. She had only ran one lap and she is already stopped running, already feeling worn out as she walks along the track while everyone else is lapping her. Sweat can already be seen glistening from her face, soaking into her white shirt as the fabric begins to cling to her pale flesh and become slightly see through.

She raises a brow when hearing the voice of her teacher, listening to him ordering her into his office. “Now what…?” She says under her breath as she watches him making his way into the school. Feeling annoyed, she follows after him, making her way into the locker room where the office is located. She had found it weird that a male teacher would be allowed an office right in the middle of the girl’s locker room, but she didn’t care too much to ask. She figures since he’s been helping teams win games, they would allow him to do as he pleased.

Once at the door of the office, she steps inside and closes the door behind her. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Martin…?” She asks with an uninterested tone to her voice, placing her hands upon her hips. Even with the little workout, she is already feeling a little out of breath, breathing heavily as sweat travels down her face and glistens from her arms and legs. She had always hated exercising during her old school, always finding ways to sneak off and hide until the class is over, but she can’t really do that this time around since this teacher seems to like to keep a watchful eye on everyone. "I hope this isn't going to take long... Class is about to end in a few minutes..." She says to him, showing she doesn't care too much about authority.

 

[CntDestyr]

It was clear that Sugar was the new girl and school. He hadn't seen her try out for any teams, nor had he seen before. It was the first week of school, and most of the girls were already aware of who he was and what he did. At least, they had heard some rumors of who he was and what he did. Most of the girls whom he had had "private sessions" with ended up doing big things in the way of sports or dead unfortunately, but most had at least left the school for one reason or another.

Normally inside of his office, he never watched the girls change or abuse the fact that he was in the middle of their locker room. He mostly just did his work, glancing up from time to time to see that there was no fights, and then went back to work designing plays, making lesson plans, or simply just browsing the internet. His blinds were closed for the most part, except for rare occasions when they would open up and make sure that there was nothing go on. He didn't have a view on the showers from his office, but he did have a good view of most of the rows of lockers.

When she made her way into his office, he moved towards the door and locked it, making sure that no one would bug them during their time in there. He had more power in the school than some of the other teachers, and he was pretty well respected by most of his peers. Still, he ran a tight ship, making sure that each student that came to his class got a good workout, got sweaty, and was bettering themselves as athletes. It was how he had so many winning teams. Their school was a perennial dynasty when it came to athletics and all of the trophies and plaques backed the claim up.

When she spoke, the man crained his neck for just a second. There was no way that she was talking to him like that, it wasn't how they did things here at St. Agatha's. Most girls felt privileged to be in the system, and even more felt privileged to get private tutoring from him. From the door, he was very close to her already, and the man moved next to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"My class is meant to give you girls a good workout and help take out some of the stress that comes with being in a boarding school for a majority of the year." He started, in a very sweet and caring voice. "It's my job to make sure that you guys are presentable for the rest of your classes and teachers, as well as teach you guys good workout habits." He said as he moved in front of her. He was a bit taller than she was, and he had to look down to make sure that they had eye contact.

In front of her now, his tone and demeanor completely changed. "Because you didn't get a good workout while you had the chance to, you will be given an even better one here. Maybe next time, you will do your best and work a little harder." He said, a slight twinkle in his eye. He didn't even give her a chance to respond before he had his hands on her, lifing her up, and forcing her to bend over the desk. This was his "hands on" teaching method. She could scream and cry all she wanted, but she had to know two things. The first thing, was that the walls were very well insulated, and unless someone was standing outside of the window, no one could hear her and even if they heard her, no one would help her. The second thing, was that he was much, much stronger than she was. Holding her to the desk by the back of her neck, he grabbed the waistband of her gym shorts and pulled, ripping them at the seams and revealing her panties. The new girl's training was about to begin.

 

[LataPaine]

She can’t help but make a confused expression when seeing him moving to the door to lock it, wondering why he has to do so since it appears to be a typical scolding for not participating enough. It’s something she had to deal with at her old school. A teacher would usually stop her from leaving the classroom when class has ended to talk to her about her performance. She would often ignore their advice and would see it as a waste of time, but the atmosphere feels different with this man.

There is something about him that’s making her feel tense, watching as he crane his neck for a moment before he starts what his meant to do and how it helps the young bodies of his students. Watching him move to stand in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head up to look up to him while he stares down to her. She can’t help but begin to feel a little intimidated by the man as he stands there before her, glancing over his muscles. It’s something she isn’t used to since her last Physical Education teacher was female and was almost her size.

Her eyes widen when hearing that he’s going to be giving her a private lesson in his office, confusing her further since she doesn’t see how there would be enough room to really do much. “Is this guy serious…?” She thinks to herself, having a hard time believing he would keep her there and force her to exercise. She parts her lips and gets ready to speak, but before she could get in a word, she feels him grip her arms, lift her up, and force her to bend over his desk.

“Ahhh! Hey! What are you doing?!” She yells out, placing hand upon his desk as she tries to push herself off, struggling as she feels his hand pressing down upon her back while the other is slipping into her shorts. “St-Stop it! What do you think you’re doing, freak?!” She continues yelling at him before feeling him pull her shorts down hard; listening to the sounds of fabric tearing as he exposes her panty clad rear end to the air. “Someone get him off me!! Help!” She continues on, hoping someone would hear her voice.

Her young body can be seen trembling hard as she continues her struggles, breathing heavily as she does whatever she can to push herself off the desk. “He’s going to rape me! I can’t believe this is happening! This can’t be happening!” She thinks to herself, feeling so terrified as her heart begins to race. She can be seen heard clawing at his desk, now trying to crawl and pull herself to the other side to get out of his grip.

 

[CntDestyr]

Had she had exerted herself on the track, this wouldn't have even been an issue. In the man's mind, she only had herself to blame for this. The tinier, weaker party member struggled against the man's grip as she was pinned there to the table, and the man just let her struggle for a little bit. It was good exercise. The plan was, he was going to fuck her really good, and really raw here at his desk, and then move to the couch and start letting her do some of the work. It wasn't a workout if someone was just leaning against a post getting fucked, no, they had to do some of the work, and he would fuck her here until she got that very simple and very easy message. Still, he was having fun exerting his physical dominance over her. That was one thing he particularly enjoyed.

The next article of clothing to go were those black panties of her. Grabbing a knife from his desk, he flipped it open, carefully cutting the side of her panties, and causing them to drop to the ground. He shirt would come off later, but not now. Not yet. She would be the one to take that off, when after a few hours or so, she was sweating so bad and she was so exhausted that she would be begging to have the sticky shirt removed from her body. It was one of his favorite parts of the process. The part when the girls realize that they have no choice buy to succumb to him. Literally, Sugar had no options but to just give up and maybe try to enjoy herself a little bit. Granted, that probably wouldn't come for awhile because he was essentially about to rape her, but she would be broken sooner or later.

Freeing his cock from the confines of the short shorts, the man positioned his long and thick cock against the opening of her pink. It stood fully erect at eleven inches, and was probably nearly two inches thick. There was nothing to say to her, and he certainly was not going to ease his cock into her. No, she was going to get the same training that all of the athletes got. Clyde didn't care about how they felt the first time, they would come to expect it time and time again. With that, he removed his hand from the back of her neck for just a moment and placing both of his hands on her hips. She probably only just figured out what was going to happen, before he thrust his powerful hips and rammed as much of his cock into as he could fit.

From the looks of things, she was a virgin, though he didn't really know. Her pussy on the other hand, felt like a virgin's pussy. Upon the initial thrust, her pussy gobbled up a few inches, three at most, and he spent much time trying to forcefully shove his cock as deep as he could into her. When he felt as though he couldn't go any further, he slid it out, only to repeat the same thrust, getting more and more violent. On each thrust of his hips, the desk was starting to slide a little bit, and all of the loose pieces on his desk were starting to clang around and against each other. Right now, she was nothing more than a real live human cock sleeve for him, but he knew that she would start to enjoy it. After all, if she didn't she might die.

The man's hands gripped her hips, and gripped them hard. Just to add insult to injury, the man raised his large hand and brought it down hard on her right ass cheek, repeating a few times until it was red. He would get to her asshole later, but for now he had to ease her in as easily as he did it. There were squishing sounds coming from her vagina, and the man was unsure what the cause of the noise was, but one thing was for certain: her pussy was starting to loosen up a little bit.

 

[LataPaine]

Scratching can be heard as the young woman struggles to claw her way from the muscular man standing behind her, easily holding her firmly down to the desk as her firm chest is pressed to the hard wooden surface. She has never felt so terrified in her life. Even when she sneaks off to the clubs late at night, she never had a big deal about it since anyone that bothers her would just get kicked out by the bouncer, but this time around, there isn’t someone there to pull some creep away from her, leaving her to fend for herself against someone so much more stronger than her.

Her tear filled eyes widen when seeing his hand reaching over to the desk, watching as he picks up an object and flip it open to reveal a sharp blade. “Oh, god…!” She yells out as she watches him bring it down, making her think he was going to stab her as she tries struggling harder, but only to feel her panties being cut away to expose her two virgin holes to the heated air. “I can’t believe this! The freak is going to rape and kill me!” She thinks to herself, picturing all the horrible things this man could be planning to do to her while he prepares her for her private training regiment.

Too busy trying to escape from his gasp, she doesn’t even notice him pulling the large erection from his pants, but then feels the thick head pressing to her slit. She doesn’t even bother to turn around and look, already having a thorough idea of what he is about to do as she feels him gripping firmly to her hips. “Ahhhh!!!” She shrieks out loudly at the top of her lungs when feeling that powerful thrust ramming into her virgin pussy, taking her dry and hard as he tears through the hymen. Her body can be seen arching and her eyes roll back, trembling hard from the pain surging through her as she digs her nails firmly into the desk.

She can feel his girth just plowing through her tight resistance, taking her so easily as inch after inch of his length is swallowed up into her once virgin hole. She never would have expected her first time to feel so painful, feeling the rough friction as she soon feels his pelvis lightly slapping against her ass cheeks. She hasn't even been kissed yet. She is finally at a loss for words as she holds tightly to the other end of the desk, taking in a long deep breath as if the wind has been knocked out of her while he slowly pulls back, but only to be forced right back inside.

Again and again, she would feel him pump into her body, feeling the horrid sting as his thickness caresses the area where her hymen used to be. Fresh blood would be drawn each time he pulls back, smearing over her puffy mound and traveling down her trembling thighs. She felt as if she is in hell as she is raped by the powerful man, feeling her thighs beating against the edge of the desk over and over, very likely bruising her soft flesh and causing her further pain.

The rough friction would begin to ease down, becoming slick from her own blood, but her body soon begin secreting her natural lubrication, coating him with her warm juices. Even though the pain he is inflicting upon her, but young body still reacts to the rubbing of her sensitive insides, sounding much slicker and allowing him to easily slide himself back and forth with ease. Her insides feel so hot, feeling the heat rising as time passes. It almost feels as if the sensitive walls are melting, molding around the man whenever he enters her body.

She can be heard sobbing loudly throughout the entire dreadful experience, mixing in deep moans as the pain of losing her hymen slowly begins to subside. She wants so much to resist the feeling, but she doesn’t have any sexual experience to counteract it. Having drained most of her energy and strength from her struggling, her movements soon become sluggish, slowly giving in as she loosens her grip upon the desk. It isn’t long before a glazed look in her eyes is formed, losing herself in the foreign feeling of getting fucked, feeling the thick, throbbing veins of his cock stroking her as her orgasm is drawn closer. She has never felt so hot more than she does now as sweat glistens from every pore of her body.

 

[CntDestyr]

The gym teacher started to emit guttural grunts and groans that were a direct result of the tightness of her virgin pussy and the way it gripped his cock like a vice. Soon his cock was lubbed by her natural juices and the blood from her broken hymen, and it started to get easier to pound her against the desk. It seemed that she had either given up or started to enjoy herself a little bit. Noticing the blood coming from her, he figured that his first inclinations were correct. She was indeed a virgin.

Glancing at the clock for a moment, he realized that his next class was about to start. Her class period was over, and a new one was about to begin. He was sure that she didn't mind though, she was too busy dealing with what was happening to her in his office. She was more focused on her physical education and fulfillment that whatever her next period was. He couldn't miss class, he did have an impeccable attendance record, and he wasn't going to ruin it over something like this. She could a good private session without him.

Gripping her his even harder now, he started thrusting even harder now, the grunts and groans getting even louder, and when he was reaching his first climax, he gripped her hips with nearly all of his might and he shot his unusually hot and sticky cum into her pussy. There seemed to be quite a bit of it, and when he finally pulled out, a tiny trail of it stuck to his cock and a little bit even started to dribble out of her pussy and mix with the blood that was already starting to accrue.

Leaving her in a crumpled heap next to his desk, he opened up a drawer. Insider were all kinds of fun toys and "work out aides" as Clyde liked to call them. Moving back towards Sugar, with a rope, he tied her hands, then her feet. Then he tied the two together loosely. On the ceiling was a rather large hook that was screwed into a support beam. Tossing the rope to the ceiling and through the hook, he started pulling until she was suspending a few feet off the ground in the air. Clyde then moved and tied off the other end of the rope to his heavy desk.

Glancing backat the clock, the man realized that he only had a few minutes before he had to be out there. Moving to the window, he glanced out into the locker room, seeing his next class starting to arrive and get changed. The locker room was almost empty, and he knew he had to go quick. Picking up her panties from the floor, he balled them up in his hand and shoved them into her mouth, grabbing a roll of tape from off of his desk and taping her mouth shut. Moving back to the handy drawer of his, he grabbed a string of ten silver anal beads. As he got back to Sugar, he started to insert them one by one into her. One more trip back to the drawer, he grabbed a fairly short but fairly wide vibrator. Turning it on, he slit it into her bodily fluid filled pussy.

The last piece of the puzzle was moving to the phone. Dialing a few numbers, he started to chat with the principal of the school and inform her that Sugar was likely to miss most of her classes. "Yes, Sugar Downhart is her name." He said, listening to the voice on the other end. "Yes. Well, she decided to stay after class to give me some help. Please tell the other teachers. Mhmm. Go Cats." He said as he hung up the phone. He fixed his shorts and his boxers and with that, he unlocked and opened the door and turned off the lights, leaving her in her current state and in the dark. Taking out his keys, he locked the door behind him. Walking the aisles of the locker room, looking for Sugar's stuff, he realized that they were probably in her locker.

Appearing in front of the students finally, he didn't have enough time to clean himself off or wipe the sweat from his brow. It must have been an odd sight. He was sweating and he had just been sitting in his office. Taking the class out to the track, he wanted to see the other students. At the moment, he didn't have a T.A or anything, so he had to conduct class like he normally did. He wasn't forgetting about Sugar, he just was hoping that she was having a great time in his office.

After an hour, he made his way back to his office, being careful to disappear into the dark of his office, closing and locking the door before turning on the lights. Needless to say, he was anxious to see what would be awaiting him when he turned those lights back on.

 

[LataPaine]

Light scratches can still be heard every now and then even after having finally given up on struggling, already feeling worn down from just trying to escape his strong grip on her young body. “Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!” She moans out loudly, feeling her body jerking forward with each powerful thrust made against her. As time goes by, most of the pain would subside and she can feel her first orgasm coming in, finding it hard to even try to resist with her inexperienced young body as juices and blood travels down in streaks over her trembling thighs.

She winces and whimpers out when feeling his strong fingers dig into her soft flesh, feeling him practically pulling her into his thrusts now as he gets ready to unleash his seed into her. Her eyes widen as she soon feels the torrent of hot semen flooding her insides, trembling hard from a stinging sensation as the thick liquid travels down to coat over the area where her hymen used to be. “Nooo!” She cries out a she grips the desk tighter, reaching her orgasm a few thrust later as she unleashes her nectar upon his manhood.

Her body would tremble every few seconds as the surge of pleasure flows over her, slowly settling back down. Her body soon goes limp when he finally pulls out, keeping her slit slightly gaping as a pink mixture of semen and blood slowly begins to ooze out of her, creating a creamy puddle upon the floor while she lies there exhausted upon the desk. She couldn’t but whimper and sob from such a horrible experience, squirming upon the table as she hopes it’s finally all over.

For the moment, she doesn’t try to move from the desk, still in shock from the rape while he proceeds to get some rope. She looks barely conscious for the moment as she feels him taking her hands, trying them firmly together by the wrists before feeling her ankles receiving the same treatment. Once bound, she suddenly feels the ropes pulling on her arms, dragging her away from the desk. She would stand for only a moment before being lifted up in the air, feeling the strain in her shoulders as she is hung like a piece of meat with sexual fluids dripping from her used pussy.

“Please… Please let me GMmm…” Before she could say another word, she feels her own panties being stuffed into her mouth before tape is placed over her lips, sealing her voice. She soon sees a string of thick beads being pulled from the drawer, staring at it with a confused look since she doesn’t know what they are for, but soon get a good idea when he moves behind her and feels the first one pushing into her virgin ass. “Mmmm!” She cries out each time, feeling her anus opening and closing as each bead is forced up her rectum. Her body can be seen trembling and arching, rolling her eyes back from such an uncomfortable and unnatural feeling.

Soon after, she watches as he brings over a small but thick vibrator over. “MMmm! Mmmm!!” She yells out at him as she listens to it vibrator. She squirms and tries to move from him as he moves towards with her with the sex toy, but with her legs bound, there isn’t anything she can do as he brings it between her thighs. “Mmmmmmm!” She cries out at the top of her lungs, tilting her head back as the toy is stuffed deep enough to where it wouldn’t slide back out.

She continues whimpering and sobbing as she listens to him talk with the principle on the phone, further sealing her fate to be abused by the man. “This can’t be happening…” She chants within her mind over and over, soon being surrounded in darkness as the lights are turned off and the door closed and locked. With the room almost sound proof, she can only barely hear as students are rushing in to change their clothes for the glass, leaving her to focus all her attention upon what’s happening inside her.

For almost the whole hour, she would try to scream out for help through the gag, but she wouldn’t get any help. She would receive three more orgasms as she is made to wait for the teacher’s return, further draining her of her energy and her will to fight. By the time he returns, he would be able to see her body is now completely drenched in sweat. From how the mixture of sweat and cum travels down her legs and drips from her toes, it looks almost as if a bucket of water had been poured on her or she had just pissed herself, but lucky for her, she hasn’t been tormented long enough to urinate as she watches the man’s return.

She would wince as the lights are turned back on, struggling to let her eyes adjust to the light again. Her body can be seen trembling, reacting to the vibrations deep inside as a forth orgasm is slowly rising. She moans and stares at the man with pleading tear filled eyes, feeling as if she is about to lose it. Her wrists can be seen redden, showing that she has been struggling through the hour, but with her body hanging there almost limp, he would be able to see she has given up on resisting as she hangs there sobbing with her cunt stuffed with a vibrator and beads in her bowels. As he moves towards her, she would reach that forth orgasm, unleashing another load of feminine fluids down her legs.

 

[CntDestyr]

When the man's eyes adjusted to the light, he saw one of the more beautiful things he had seen in quite awhile. Hanging there was Sugar Downhart, and she seemed to be getting a great workout now. She was covered in sweat to the point where she was dripping large drops of it mixed with his cum and her blood. It was flowing off of her and a fairly decent sized pool was starting to form on the ground beneath her. He could only imagine how many calories she had burned off through the entire process, but the man wasn't done with her. Oh no. Not even close. Rubbing his chin slightly, he moved over to her, only to watch her orgasm once more. Clyde didn't know how many times she had done it, when he put his hand on her back, it was sticky with sweat.

In truth, the gym teacher didn't see her as pathetic as most other people would have seen her, and by all means, this wasn't her fault. Supposing that he should let her down, he untied the rope and slowly eased her down until she was bound and gagged, sitting in the puddle of what had come from her body. He had more time now, a break period for his third and fourth periods, then his final class of the day for fifth period, and then he had to get ready to go and coach the softball team. They had an away game today, so Clyde was thinking that she would probably be released soon. Maybe the session would only go an hour longer, maybe two, but she certainly had to be gone by the time he had fifth period. He had to clean his office up a little bit, and he had to get rady for the game. Still, there was still quite a bit of time for him to continue their private session. He could tell she had gotten quite the workout in, and maybe he would teach her to actually try during class the next day, even if she was likely to be sore after the events that transpired today.

As she was still bound and gagged on the ground, Clyde moved over to her and looked down at her with a smile. "Getting quite the workout in today, eh?" Stepping over her, he used his big shoe to turn her onto her stomach. Reaching down, he dug into her pussy trying to retrieve the toy he had put in there, and when he finally got a good grasp on it, he pulled it out of her, turning it off and tossing it onto the desk. Finally, his hand went more south, reaching one of the beads. He started pulling slowly, but when he could get a better grip on them, he yanked them all out at the same time, with a great deal of force. Turning and dropping them on the desk as well.

Moving around his desk once more, he grabbed a video camera that was leaning against the corner with a tri-pod attachement. Making sure that there was a fresh disk inside, he started it rolling. Taking his clothes off, and revealing his large member, as well as his cut abs and cut pecks. He Taking the knife from before, he cut the rope that was binding her legs, then her arms and forced her to her feet. Grabbing the knife, he cut her shirt and her bra down her spine, and peeled the sweat soaked clothes off of her before discarding them off to the side.

Leading her to the couch in front of the camera, he sat down on the middle cushion. He had a good grip on her arm, and he smiled for the camera before he looked up at her to see what sort of condition she was in. "Are you enjoying your workout so far?" He asked her as he pulled her down ontop of him. She was sitting on his waist, and his massive cock was fully erect right in front of her. "Your private session is almost done Ms. Downhart. I just have to record a little bit, then get a brief commitment from you, and then you can go back to your room." He said almost sweetly.

"For the camera, I'm going to need you to sit on my cock with your pussy and your asshole." He said, his tone getting a little harsher now. "Just ride them until either you come or I cum, them move onto the next one." He said again. "Just make sure you are facing the camera. After that, I'll just get a verbal commitment to excellence from you, and you will be on your merry little way." He said finally, glancing at the camera, then glancing at her. "Just make sure the camera can see your pretty little face."

When she didn't move immediately, he decided to help her a bit. Lifting her up, he just picked a random hole, which ended up being her asshole, and lowered her down on it. She was quite a bit lighter than he expected, so he could hold her with one hand while the other wrangled his cock and helped it get into position. Then, he started to see inch after inch disappear into her tight ass hole. "Might as well start with the tough one first right?" He said, groaning out of pleasure as she was sitting on his lap, the entire length of his cock in her ass. This one was a quick learner.

 

[LataPaine]

Her firm chest can be seen having in and out rapidly as she slowly comes down from her orgasm, trying hard to calm herself back down as sweat continues to secrete from soft flesh. She could only wonder how long he plans on keeping her like this. Because she has been kept in darkness for a while, she has lost track of time and isn’t even sure what time it is. With no windows leading to the outside, there isn’t any way of knowing. Having been forced to have orgasm after orgasm didn’t her much either, keeping her mind distracted.

She watches as the man approaches her helpless form, soon moving out of view as he brings his hand up. The muscles in her body flinch as soon as she felt the palm of his hand press to her back, expecting him to inflict pain upon her, but only to feel him caressing her body through the soaked fabric of her top. She breathes heavily through her nose, hoping to keep calm enough so she can look for any opening of escape.

Soon after, she is being lowered to the floor, feeling the tension loosening on her shoulders once more as she lies down in a puddle of his semen and much of her fluids that left her body. She barely has the strength to move under her own power as she lies there trembling, still feeling the vibrator vibrating hard deep inside. She is barely able to keep focus on the man’s words when hearing him asking about her workout, watching him stepping over her before using his foot to push her over onto her belly.

“Mmmmff!!” She cries out as she feels fingers being pushed into her sore pussy, stretching her out further as she feels him trying to grab at the vibrator he stuffed into her freshly fucked little hole. Her eyes roll back as she tries to bear it, feeling him pushing in deeper and deeper before finally gripping the toy and pulling it out of her. She begins sobbing once more as she stares forward, feeling so tormented and afraid of what he would do to her.

Her eyes widen when she suddenly feels him pulling upon the string that’s attached to the anal beads, feeling him pulling slowly to get one of the beads out, but only to pull hard. “Mmmmmmmmm!!” She screams out even louder through the gag, feeling her ass opening and closing at a rapid and painful pace. She pants heavily as she watches him toss the beads to the desk, seeing the foul brown smears that coat the horrid toy.

For the moment, she appears to be allowed to get some rest, no longer feeling the man’s hands on her body since he is fiddling with something else in the corner of the room. She can hear the sounds of clothes being tossed to the floor close by and soon sees the knife being brought to her hands. “Mmm!” She whimpers out, expecting he’s about to stab her, but only to see the ropes getting cut away from her wrists and soon her ankles.

She was starting to think he was going to set her free when he forces her to her feet, but then feels him turning her so that her back is facing her and soon feels the blade sliding against her skin under her shirt. Her body tense up as she feels the cold metal move up her spin, listening to the sounds of fabric being torn completely through. It feels almost as if he’s skinning her, feeling the clasps of her bra getting cut through as well and soon feeling everything falling to the floor to expose her nude form.

Her body continues to tremble out of fear and exhaustion, barely able to move on her own as the man guides her over to the couch, watching him sitting down before pulling her to sit on his lap. It isn’t long before she notices the camera being aimed towards her direction, staring at the device with wide eyes as she listens to him telling her that he will be recording her private session with him before finally releasing her. She just couldn’t believe that he would really record her rape, listening to him further explain what she will have to do just to be free of him.

“He can’t be serious!” She thinks to herself, listening to him ordering her to ride his cock in both her pussy and virgin ass while he recorded every horrible moment of it. Too afraid to move, she just sits there, feeling his large meat throbbing against her slit. Refusing to follow his orders, she makes an attempt to move away from him, but that doesn’t appear to be happening with his grip on her hips, feeling him lifting her up as his manhood moves under her. “Mmmm! Mmmmm!” She yells out as she grips his shoulders, desperately trying to get him to stop.

“MmmmmmMMmmm!!” She shrieks out through the panties in her mouth, tilting her head back and arching her body as her ass is stuffed with the thick head of his cock. Even after the anal beads, her anus is still so very tight, feeling him struggling to force her down as he slowly pushes her down. She digs her fingers into the man’s shoulders hard, feeling inch after inch of him being forced up into her rectum. Her eyes can be seen rolling back, feeling the anal ring stretching passed its limits and finally tearing as fresh blood begin to spin.

It feels as if she’s being split in two, feeling her insides stretching to accommodate his girth. More tears would stream down from her eyes, never before feeling such a pain as her body is forced to accept the man’s cock. Before long, she would feel her ass cheeks pressed firmly to his thighs and her legs coming in contact with the couch, taking in every thick inch of him inside. Her body trembles hard as she sits there, looking almost as if she would pass out.

Her blood can be seen oozing down the man’s sack, dripping onto the couch as her ass is stretched. “Pull it out! Please pull it out! I’ll die!” She screams out, sounding nothing more than muffled nonsense with the panties still taped in her mouth. The moves in her thighs and arms can be seen flexing, finally starting to move herself as she uses what’s left of her strength to pull herself up. His cock feels endless, feeling inch after inch leaving her dirty hole. A mixture of crimson and brown can already be seen smearing his thick meat, very likely humiliating her further as every painful moment is recorded with the camera. She wants so much to pull all the way off, but with him gripping her body so tightly and stopping her from doing so, she has no choice other than to lower back down.

She sobs deeply as she desperately tries to keep herself up, feeling her muscles straining and gravity pulling her. With her strength leaving her, she soon sinks back down the entire length, feeling the base of his cock stretching her out again. “Mmm!” She cries out as the entire length is swallowed up into her rectum, feeling so hot and tight. Feeling so tired and weak, she would try to get off him again and again, but only to be brought back down. It takes another few minutes, but she finally gives into him, moving herself on her own as she begins to ride him, showing a more defeated look in her tear filled eyes.

 

[CntDestyr]

It was obvious that she had given up, and was just shakily sliding herself down the length of his cock, leaving streaks of different bodily fluids on his member on each ascent and decent down his cock. She fully seemed defeated now, and the man's long arms reached around to rip the tape off her face. In truth, it wasn't really a rip, so much as it was starting to fall off anyway. It was only hanging on by a corner, and he had heard nearly everything she had said. She could spit the probably saliva soaked panties out of her mouth if she really wanted to now, and in a way, Clyde almost wanted her to. Hoping that he could hear how much she had actually been broken down. It had been a long two hour process, that was for sure. The deep red marks on her wrists foretold even that story.

Unfortunately, she seemed tired and exhausted, which was a good thing, but for Clyde's cases, they certainly weren't. He was sick of waiting for gratification, as well as waiting for either of them to finish. Grabbing her hips, the man stood them up once more, using all of his power, and bent her over the desk once more. From there, his powerful hips did the rest of the work, sliding in and out of her ass like it was nothing anymore. When he was done, he came inside there as well, not really caring for the state of the girl. Pulling out, he wiped whatever was dripping on her ass cheek, before grabbing her hair and moving back to the couch once more.

Forcing her onto her knees and in between his legs, still with a handful of her hair entwined between his fingers, he looked at the camera and looked back at her. His member was covered in his own cum, her blood, and her shit (literally) as well as sweat and other bodily fluids that may have leaked out of either of them. Glancing at the clock, he figured that it was probably time to get showered up and ready for softball practice in an hour or so. Still, he had to finish with Sugar rather quickly. There was still much to do with her.

"Now, clean up your fucking mess." He said, guiding her head and shoving his cock down deep in her throat. He barely let her really do anything, using her mouth and tongue as a means to wash his cock off. His member was deep inside her mouth, the blood, shit, cum, and sweat was making a vile sort of mixture in her mouth, as he started to vigorously guide her head, using her hair as the handle to hold her.

Figuring that he should probably get really clean, he stood up, his hand getting untangled from her hair, and moving to the sides of her head, he stood over her and thrust down into her throat. He wasn't quite sure how she was able to take all of his cock inside her mouth and still breath, and he was sure it would trigger some kind of gag reflex if she was as much of a virgin as she seemed, but it didn't matter. After a few minutes of throat fucking her, Clyde came once more, shooting his seed deep into her throat.

It was about now that the man's shoulders sank and relaxed a bit, sitting on the couch for just a second, panting and breathing hard. He had even gotten a work out out of the goth girl who didn't want to exude herself. He would let her recover, he was sure there were a lot of flavors in her mouth. He was half expecting her to vomit right there in his office, but he gave her whatever time she needed to recover, pending how exhausted she was that was.

"Get up. Leave." He said to her, as he himself got up and turned the camera off. "Just remember, if you say anything to anyone, I'll see you back here, and I'll literally fuck you until you die." He said with a smile. It wasn't a threat, it was real. It was then that he thought things through for just a moment. Back in the day, he used to have a sort of collection of all the girls that he had had private sessions with, and since then, most of those were gone and graduated or dead. Thinking, he looked back at her.

"Change of plans. I want to have another private session with you again. I think you will stay here for awhile." He said, leaving his office for just a moment, and making his way outside to the equipment closet. Using his key to open the door, he dragged out a medium sized cage, before closing the door and locking it up. He was the only one who had access to that room, and they didn't really need basketballs or other equipment, so he just kept it there for his purposes. Making his way back into his office, he closed and locked the door once more.

Into his desk for the final time this session, he grabbed a ball gag, a large butt plug, and a pair of handcuffs and made his way back to her. Locking the handcuffs on her, then strapping the ball gag around her head, and then easily sliding the butt plug into her ass, he forced her into the cage before locking her in. "Remember, if you say anything while you are in here, I'll fucking kill you. Literally." He said as he shoved the cage off into the corner of his office, placing a black cover over it. Making his way out, he stopped by one of the Mexican janitors, who knew what Clyde did to some of these girls, and slipped him a hundred dollar bill to keep his mouth shut, but clean his office up. The thing was a mess.

As Gutierrez was cleaning the office up, unaware that Sugar was still inside of his office, in a cage, Clyde moved and grabbed a shower, getting ready for the softball practice in a few minutes. When he returned to his office, the janitor was gone, and the placed seemed nearly spotless. Kicking the cage to see if she was still in there, he stood again and left, heading out to softball practice, looking for someone else he could potentially have a private session with.

 

[LataPaine]

“Mmmmfff… Mmmmff… Mmmm…” She moans out each time she brings herself back down the length of his manhood, forcing every inch into her blood stained ass. Even with the tape pulled off of her mouth, she doesn’t make an attempt to pull the panties away, too focused on the task at hand as she is consumed in pain. She wants so much to stop, but she doubts the man would let her since she still feels his hands gripping her firmly, keeping her from even trying to climb off of him while she rides him. Since this is her first time receiving anal sex, she doesn’t feel any pleasure from it, cringing from the pressure being forced into her bowels and trembling as she feels the thick shaft caressing her soft insides that squeeze tightly around him.

She continues on with the slow pace, moving slower still since the energy in her legs is just about drained. Feeling him gripping her hips, she suddenly feels him lifting her off his cock and forcing her to stand. She cries out from the sudden fast friction, spitting up the saliva soaked panties from her mouth. She looks barely able to stand or walk as she is brought back over to the desk, forced to bend over once more.

“Aahhhh!” She cries out as she feels him thrust the length of his meat deep inside, hearing how slick her rectum has become from the blood and waste that lubricates him. She feels him pounding into her now, listening to firm slaps as his pelvis impacts firmly to her rear end again and again. “Nnnmmm!” She whimpers out through clench teeth when she finally feels him cum, feeling a harsh stinging sensation as her bowels are filled and the torn areas coated to cause her further pain.

She feels him rubbing his filthy cock against the flesh of her ass for a moment, barely giving her time to recover when he suddenly grips her hair and pulls her from the desk. She stumbles and falls to her knees once brought back over to the couch, trembling from the pain, and feeling so weak. She looks barely look there at this point, staring blankly and looking so exhausted as he brings her panting lips to his cock after ordering her to clean him.

She doesn’t even have the strength to resist him anymore as her head is brought down upon his cock, feeling inch after inch of his blood, cum, and shit stained shaft caressing her tongue to make her taste every bit of what was inside her. Snapping out of her haze, she quickly brings her hands to the man’s legs, trying to stop him as he forces his length down her throat. She can be heard coughing and gagging hard around him, feeling stomach churning from the combination of deep throating for the first time and tasting her own waste.

After one more heave, she vomits over the man’s cock, feeling her pre-digested lunch oozing out of her mouth from around his manhood and even through her nose. Semen and feces would easily ooze out of her torn and gapping ass with the muscles too abused to fully close for the moment, creating an even bigger mess upon the man’s office floor. It isn’t long before her now empty stomach is introduced to cum for the first time as he climaxes, feeling the hot liquid oozing down her throat.

When he finally releases her head, she goes limp and collapses on the floor, lying in her filth when being given the order to leave. She coughs hard while she lies there, heaving again as she gets to her knees and hunches forward. Unable to keep his cum in her stomach, she throws up once more to further add to the mess that surrounds her. She looks as if she can barely hear the man, feeling so dizzy and wobbling while she sits there, but she understands a threat when she hears it.

Trembling hard, she struggles to get to her feet, looking barely able to stand. She moves slowly, hoping to finally leave this hell as semen would drip from her ass and pussy. Before she could even step out the door, she hears him telling her that he wants another session with her. Tear filled eyes widen and her body goes stiff with fear, having a hard time believing he’s going to rape her more. She watches him walk passed her for a moment, watching as he pulls a cage out of a closet before dragging it back into the room and closing the door to block her path to freedom.

She can’t help but show a terrified expression as he brings over a ball gag and large anal plug over to her, feeling the cuffs wrapping around her wrists before the rubber ball is stuffed into her mouth. “Mmmm!!” She scream out as the anal plug is stuffed up her torn ass, feeling so much thicker than his cock as it stretches her and keeps the remaining fluids sealed in her body. Listening to him threatening to kill her if she tried to make a sound while he’s gone, she feels him forcing her to her hands and knees before stuffing her into the cage.

She begins to sob as she is caged like an animal, watching as a black cloth is used to cover her. Covered in filth, she would hear someone scrubbing and cleaning the mess that was made, almost hoping he would find her and rescue her from this insane PE teacher, but she would only hear him step out. “Mmm!” She cries out when feeling the cage getting suddenly kicked, but then listening to him stepping out, locking the door behind him to leave her in darkness once more to wallow in the filth and sweat that soaks her young flesh.

Gemma Molina has been going to the school for a while now, managing to get by. Because this is her last year at the school, she has been slacking off more than usual. She would make sure to at least get a passing grade in her classes, not really believing getting the highest grade possible really matters, but things seem a little different since she was made to join the softball team as kind of graduation requirement.

She never had any real intention of participating, really hating the idea of getting dirty. She would mostly sit herself on the bench while the other girls played the game, refusing to join in whenever asked to do so. She is currently sitting on the bench in the dugout, hoping to stay out of the hot sun as sweat glistens from her forehead. She is currently wearing a baseball-like uniform, wearing shorts, socks, sneakers, and a button down short sleeve shirt that matches the school colors. Because she doesn’t want to mess up her hair, she refuses to wear the cap. Underneath, she is wearing lacy black bra and panties.

 

[CntDestyr]

The teacher hadn't noticed Gemma at practice for awhile, but he knew that she was registered to be on the team. He knew that she was a senior, and that she was just doing this as an extra curricular activity to graduate from the school. In her entire time at the school, he had never seen her in either a sports class or in any of the sports that he coached. As the rest of the girls were playing, showing off their fielding prowess and their batting or pitching, she was the only one sitting in the dugout. It was an after school activity, and most of the teachers even went home after their classes were done. There was nothing for them to do at the school besides let the janitor clean their classrooms.

Making his way towards her, he sat down next to her and sighed, looking at the clipboard. Putting Sugar Dawnhart in the back of his mind, he looked at her. "Are you just going to sit there today, or are you going to do something out on the field?" He asked her, glancing at his watch and realizing that practice was almost over. The softball field was on the other side of the school's walled off campus from the dorm rooms. The P.E building, his building was also on the same side. When everyone went home, he was often the only one that was in that part of campus. Rubbing his eyes, the rest of the girls started to jog off, thanking the coach for the practice, saying that they were eager for their next practice, and Clyde waved back at them.

Before Gemma could get up though, he put his hand on her leg and squeezed semi-hard. "You aren't done yet. Let me show you how to bat, and you may decide that you like this sport yet." He said, as he stood up. "Grab a bat and meet me at homeplate." He said, gathering a few things like some softballs, some water, and his backpack. The softball team was only as good as their worst player, and it was painfully obvious who their worst player was at the moment. It was Gemma.

 

[LataPaine]

Gemma leans back as the teacher approached her in the dugout, getting ready to take a name while the other students practiced and got ready for the next event. She sighs as she thinks about what she would like to do later, thinking about either getting into her parents’ liquor cabinet and getting herself a drink or sneaking out of the house to do a little clubbing. Even though she isn’t doing anything, she is managing to sweat a little just from the heat as she sits there in the shade. She can’t wait to get home so she could properly clean herself of the dust floating around in the air.

She doesn’t even look bothered as the teacher sits himself next to her, listening to him ask if she plans on just sitting there. “I’m here… So, that should be enough…” She says with an uninterested look on her face, folding her arms over her large chest and glancing away from him as she does her best to ignore him. She can be seen glancing to the watch she is wearing on her right hand, showing she can’t wait until the day is finally over.

Hearing the school bell, she soon sees the students putting the equipment away and making their way back inside to shower themselves off from the accumulated sweat and dirt. Before she was able to follow, she suddenly feels the man’s strong hand placed upon her leg, feeling fingers digging into her soft flesh as she listens into him telling her telling her to stay and to practice with him. She can’t help but stare with a confused look on her face since he hasn’t bothered her before, watching as he gathered a few items as well as his backpack before bringing them out onto the field.

Frustrated, she does what she is told and picks up the baseball bat, dragging it along the ground as she follows him. “Look, I was told I didn’t really have to do anything… I already have plans. So, can I just go home? I really don’t want to get all sweaty and nasty…” She says with annoyed tone in her voice as she stands before him, looking quite arrogant and impatient as she places her right hand upon her hip. She can already feel the sweat soaking into her clothing, making her feel very uncomfortable as fabric begins to cling to her young flesh.

 

[CntDestyr]

The man stood behind her, pressing his chest into her back, and his sheathed member into the crack of her ass. He knew she wouldn't say anything though, he was in a position of power over her, and he was in complete control of the situation. His large arms wrapped around her, and he shook his head as she tried to be blunt with him. "Learn how to bat at least, then maybe you won't be so fucking useless." He said bluntly. He ran a tight ship, and if there was anything that he hated, it was wasted space on any of his teams. Gemma was wasted space. She seldom played, he didn't have any confidence in her game, and she was more focused on being beautiful and looking good as opposed to playing for the betterment of the team. He had a tight grip on the girl, and when he tossed the softball into the air, he showed her how to swing the bat, making sure he was as hands on as he needed to be.

By this point, they were alone on this side of the campus. After a few moments of her not trying though, Clyde was getting upset with her. Her sweat was starting to soak through her shirt and it was starting to wet the front of his own shirt, and the man stopped to smell her hair and her neck. It was an odd gesture for sure, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. His hand controlled the bat in her hands, and his hands also controlled her body. Unlike Sugar, he wasn't focused on her workout, he was focused on her ability to contribute to his team. Sure, joining the team was a graduation requirement, but he needed the utmost respect and at least an attempt to participate in the team's activity. She wasn't doing that though, and he was planning on teaching her a lesson. Too long had she just been skating by, and with their first game coming up, he wanted to know that she would be able to help the team if he needed her to.

"In order to be good at this sport, you have to know the bat. Feel the bat. Be one with the bat." He spoke, his words not making much sense. The look of confusion on her face told him that she felt the same confusion as he meant. Shaking his head, he smiled. "Let me show you." He said, as he gripped the back of her shorts and her panties, yanking them down to her knees. As much as she tried to fight, he had a good hold on her. Forcing her against he chain link backdrop, which was a fairly short distance from home plate, he pressed her there with a fair amount of force. He was holding the bat in one hand, and he had a sick smile on his face, not that she could see it. From there, he pulled her away from the chain link backdrop, holding her up with one arm.

Putting a little force on her back, he forced her into a hunched over position, her legs supporting her, but apart. Her panties were visible in her shorts around her knees. His cock had since perked up, nearly forgetting about Sugar for the moment, and it strained against his tight shorts, pressing into her bare ass. "Let me show you how to be one with the bat." He said, as he manipulated the bat ever so slightly, pressing the small end against her sex with a fair amount of force. He had to do some serious manipulation, as the bat had a fairly large rounded end, before it started transitioning to the handle and the barrel of the bat. He needed to get the rounder end of the small side of the bat inside of her, before he could start actually showing her. Tilting it so that half of the small end was inside of her, he forcefully thrust the rest of it inside of her. Her days of just skating by unnoticed were over.

 

[LataPaine]

The look of discomfort can be seen upon the young woman’s face when the man moves behind her and presses his body firmly against her back and rear, making her feel very uncomfortable as a blush begins to form upon her cheeks. She has never felt like going home more than she does now, really looking forward to getting as far away from this man as soon as possible as she feels his bulge press firmly between her firm ass cheeks. She wants so much to tell him to back off, but she doesn’t want to make the situation any worse than it already is as she tries hard to bear it and clench her teeth tightly.

Listening to his voice, she feels his hands moving her own, getting her arms into position as he makes her hold onto the bat. Through the process of trying to get her to properly swing, she would barely show any effort. Her arms would be like limp noodles whenever she swung at the ball, barely able to hit the object as it comes back down after having been tossed into the air. It’s very obvious she hasn’t done any real practice since she joined the team, looking very pathetic compared to the other females. She very likely has a much thicker figure than the other young females, making her look a little more appealing with a little fat adding to her curves, but she lacks real muscle.

“Whatever…” She says with a disinterested tone to her voice as the teacher continues to try to instruct her in the ways of using the bat, not really getting to her stubborn head as she just stares off and tries to think of something else. A surprised look soon forms when suddenly feeling him grip the back of her shorts and panties, crying out when he pulls them down over her knees. “That the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She yells out before she is pulled over and then forced into the chain link fence, wincing as her face is pushed into the flexible metal as well as her large chest. She struggles against him as she tries to push herself off of the fence, but would suddenly feel him pull her backwards, causing her to stumble a little before she is bent forward. Afraid of falling over, she instinctively grips the fence, holding tightly to it as she stares to the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing?! You’re a teacher, freak!” She yells out at him, trying to look behind her to see what he’s doing as she feels his hardening bulge pressed to her bare ass. “H-Hey! Stop it! Stop!!” She cries out as tears begin to flow from her eyes, feeling the bottom of the bat pressing firmly to her virgin slit. She can feel it prying her slit open as he tries to angle it inside her, feeling the flesh stretching painfully as the round end is wedged in.

“Stop!! Take it out! Ahhhh!” Before she could say another word, she suddenly feels him thrust the bottom of the bat inside her, tearing through the hymen. Her head tilts back and her eyes roll back, trembling hard from the pain of feeling her dry insides getting stuffed by an object not meant for her virgin hole. “Oh-Oh, god…” She whimpers out, stunned at what just happened as blood begins to slowly ooze down the wooden object as well as her trembling thighs. A slight bulge can be seen in her belly, showing where the round end of the bat is located, pressing firmly to the cervix. “P-Please… Please take it out! Get it the fuck out of me!!” She cries out, starting to sob and feeling too afraid to even try to move with the bat deep inside her body. Her knees can be seen buckling, allowing her shorts and panties to slide further down her legs, stopping around her calves this time around as she begins to piss herself.

 

[CntDestyr]

To say that the man was getting sick of her shit was a vast understatement. He would show her how serious he was, and how much the team meant to him. She wasn't even trying, and he was being as nice as he could be about the whole situation. He got even more upset when she pussed all over his shorts. The man let out an audible growl, showing just how angry he was. Grabbing her hair, knotting it between his fingers, he forced her down to her knees. "Don't want to fucking get dirty huh." He said as he exposed his large cock to her. Grabbing her hair tightly, making sure not to pull any out, the man let loose a torrent of piss, right into her mouth. His accuracy wasn't that good though, and while a lot of it got into her mouth, some of it got on her face, her hair, her clothes, and his hand. After the torrent stop, he looked at her. "Now you will learn to respect your elders." He said, rearing his hand back and striking her right cheek with the back of his right hand. Tilting her head up, he spit in her mouth this time.

It really wasn't fair. All of his pent up anger, he was taking out on her. She was just on the team to try and graduate, yet here he was. Sometimes he was as kind as he could be, like with Sugar, but girls and women like Gemma just pissed him off, and he was going to take his anger out on her. Reaching into his backpack, he grabbed a leather studded leash and a collar, and put it around her neck. "I swear to God, if you stand up I'll fucking kill you." He told her through gritted teeth as he started walking. If she didn't keep up, the much larger and stronger man would literally be dragging her across the grounds of the school to his office. Things were likely going to get much worse for her before they got better. If only she would have tried, instead of giving him attitude.

When he got back to his office, he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the backpack, and latched them to Gemma's wrists. In a fit of rage, he grabbed Gemma, lifting her up by the back of the collar of her shirt. The fabric strained and pressed against her throat, but he didn't care. Propping her up against the desk, where he had fucked Sugar, he didn't say another word, ramming all eleven inches of his cock into her ass, er, at least he tried to. The tiny hole didn't take it all at once, but he forced it into her. No lube, no warning, no nothing.

Unlike Sugar, Gemma didn't have the use of her hands to brace herself of anything. The large cock slid in and out of her, the bat still dangled out of her pussy, and the man wasn't quite finished yet. One of his hands moved to Gemma's arms, forcefully pulling them so that she didn't have any support. His other hand, made it's way around her tiny neck, and he started to squeeze harder and harder, using it as a ground for her pounding. He wasn't holding onto her hips or a desk or anything, just her neck. He made sure to release every once in awhile, allowing her to get a breath or two before he started to choke her again. Red finger marks were starting to form on her neck, deep red ones.

Inside the cage, Sugar likely heard everything that was going on in the office. It was covered, but his first pet would likely also know what was going on. Maybe she knew Gemma, maybe she didn't, but if she could see outside the cage, she would know that Gemma was getting things way worse than she was. While she was in a class, not applying herself, Gemma was on one of his sports teams. That in itself was a big slap in the face for the man, and now he was clearly taking his anger out on the poor girl

 

[LataPaine]

Gemma cries out as she feels his fingers sliding through her hair, feeling him twisting the strands as he gets a tight hold and soon forces her to her knees on the puddle of urine after getting her to face him. She can feel the bat in her blood soaked cunt being made to tilt inside her, stretching her insides further and bulging her belly as the top end of the bat presses and slides against the ground while still inside her. “You sick fuck! Ahhhh!” She yells out as she brings her hands up, gripping the hand that has a hold of her head.

Her tear filled eyes widen as she watches him pull out his member, quickly closing them when getting a face full of piss. She coughs hard as a large amount gets into her yelling mouth, gagging and heaving as she is given a gold shower. She can feel the foul liquid flowing over her hair, down her neck, and over her body, soaking into her shirt and bra as the fabric soon becomes see-through. Once the flow of piss has finally stopped, she rolls her eyes back and vomits upon the ground, emptying her stomach of her lunch.

Feeling nauseous and dizzy, she suddenly feels a hard strike to the face, stunning her further before her head is tilted back to force her mouth open while he spits into it. She feels so much weaker than before now. If it wasn’t for him holding her head, she would have very likely fallen over by now. With urine in her eyes, she is barely able to see as the man pulls out a leash and collar, listening to him threatening to kill her if she tried to stand up before feeling the leather object wrapping around her slender neck and locking in place.

She stumbles as she is forced to walk on all fours, practically being dragged along the ground as rocks scratch along her legs and thighs. She can hear the bat scrapping along the ground as well, bending and flexing her insides as she is being brought inside and soon into his office. It isn’t long before her panties and shorts slide all the way off, stained in her blood and left outside. Her limbs tremble once in his office, feeling worn out and throbbing in pain as blood travels down her arms and legs. She coughs hard as she is suddenly picked up by the collar of her shirt, reaching to grip her top to keep him from strangling her before she is tossed onto the desk.

She groans in pain as she lies there, forced to bend over and feeling him pulling her arms behind her as he cuffs her hands together. “Ahhhh!!” She seems to snap out of her daze when she suddenly feels him thrust his erect manhood into her ass, crying out in pain as she is getting taken dry. “Pl-Please stop!! Take it out! You’re tearing me in two! You’re hurting me!” She screams out, feeling him gripping her arms to hold her steady before using his other hand to wrap around her throat.

“Please don’t kill me…! Please don’t kill me…! Please don’t… Urk…!” Her chanting is soon silenced as she feels his fingers squeeze her throat, blocking the flow of air as he soon starts the rest of her training. With each thrust, she can feel him pushing in deeper, tearing through resistance as blood from her anus soon becomes his lubricant. Her eyes can be seen rolling back and her mouth open wide, drooling as she struggles to breath. Deep bruises can be seen forming around her neck, feeling him squeezing and releasing again and again.

Her coughs and cries can be heard becoming weaker as the rape continues, her movements becoming sluggish as well as she is weaken from the lack of air. Soon only groans and moans can be heard as she lies there upon his desk, the muscles in her rectum loosening and giving in to him as the remaining inches are forced into her bloody hole. Whimpers and sobs can be heard mixed in with the moans of pain, trembling hard as she is forced to bear his massive length. She barely conscious as the minutes pass, staring blankly forward and forming a puddle of drool upon his desk as her will to resist is fucked out of her.

 

[CntDestyr]

The man would go and retrieve her panties in due time, but for now he needed to finish the job he started. Pulling out of her ass for just a moment, giving her some relief perhaps, he grabbed one of her shoulders and flipped her onto her back, ramming his cock back into her ass almost immediately. He wanted her to look in his eyes, he wanted her to know what true strength and determination looked like, and he wanted her to know that he wasn't fucking around with her. As he gazed into her eyes, he reached down, grabbing the bat from her, slowling pulling it out and dropping it on the ground with a loud wooden clunk.

His breathing slowed from a loud and almost frantic grunt to a slow and steady pace. This was his way of showing her that she wasn't even close to being done yet. Hell, all this time and he wasn't even close to coming yet. He still let her breath though the time between her breaths was getting longer and longer. Finally, he let go of her throat altogether, slapping her face a few more times. "Are you going to actually try out there? Or are you going to continue being the fucking stupid slut that you are?" Either answer was fine for him, her fate had already been decided.

After a few more minutes of thrusting into her ass, a thick coat of sweat started to cover the man's body. Looking down, the girl was nearly sticking to the table, and the man was more than pleased to see her in her current state. After one or two more thrusts, he shot a large volume of cum into her ass, not caring about her at all. Pulling out, a trail of semen still stuck to the tip of his cock, and he rubbed it onto her pussy for just a moment. He wouldn't allow her to rest though, no, that was too easy. With the way she was behaving, she didn't deserve it.

She was still on her back, and the man got on the other side of the desk. By this time, she seemed too exhausted and too broken to fight back anymore. The drool on the single desk was a huge give away. Near her face and her head now, he slapped her face a few more times. "Hey, are you still with me?" His loud voice boomed out. He was more than prepared to go a few more hours with her if he needed to. If she was this tired right now, than he honestly doubted if she would make it all the way. His cock was fully erect, and he started to lower it into her open mouth. He had choked her with his large hands, and now he was going to make things tough for her with his cock and balls.

Pulling her so that her head was hanging off of the desk, he thrust his cock into her mouth, stuffing it down to her throat, hanging his balls in her nose. The man was very flexible, and his long arms held her head as his knees started going, thrusting and withdrawing his cock from her throat. He showed his great stamina and his great strength, so he was able to start going pretty quickly. Her head was held into place with her hands, and it made things almost too easy for him to face - fuck her.

The desk she was on was fairly large. It was a coach's or a desk that one would find in a classroom that a teacher would be found sitting behind, maybe larger. It was made of high quality oak wood and sturdy. It had enough drawers to hold all his tools, keys, papers, and other things that he may need during his job. He had a fairly high position here at the school, and he was damn near untouchable. At least so he thought. He would work on that, maybe after he was done with Gemma, maybe not. It was still up in the air at this point.

 

[LataPaine]

Gemma gasps and coughs hard when the man finally releases her throat, allowing her a little longer time to catch her breath as he grips his shoulders and flips her onto her back and bound arms. She writhes there on the desk, feeling so weak and disoriented as the room spins before her eyes. “Ah, ah, ah, ah…!” She gives out a trembling cry of pain when feeling him pulling the bat from her blood soaked pussy, feeling her tight slit gapping for a moment as blood and juices oozes from her body and onto the floor.

Her body would go limp once more on the desk, baring feeling the strength to move. She soon feels his strong hands return her throat once more, feeling thumbs pressing down firmly against the front of her neck as he blocks the flow of air to the lung. “Ahhh….!” Her body can be seen tensing up, trembling, and arching with each squeeze, weakening her further. This time around, she would feel him holding down against her throat longer, feeling as if he is strangling the life out of her. It felt as if she had blacked out one or two times through the strangling, barely able to focus her thoughts now when he finally releases her neck, leaving red and purple imprints where his fingers used to be.

She barely even has the strength to cough, her body jerking slightly as she now makes smaller coughs, finding it hard to swallow or breathe from how he ‘massaged’ her throat. She felt she was about to pass out, but would feel hard slaps to her face, causing her head to jerk from side to side from each impact. “I… I… t, t, try… try… I will… try… I will…” Her once arrogant and proud voice has become so small, barely able to speak from how sore her throat and lungs have become. She has never felt so afraid, fearing he may actually kill her if she didn’t behave.

“Ah… Ahhhh!” She cries out as she feels his length plunging back into her ass, arching her body and trembling hard as she feels his thickness caressing her torn and stretched insides. It almost feels even more painful the second time around as his cock slides along the store areas, keeping wounds open and more blood is drawn from her young body. Her head would tilt back, staring with wide tear filled eyes to the wall. She can feel her body jerking against the table with each thrust, feeling so painful as her swinging calves hits the corner of the desk. Before long, she would feel a torrent of semen flowing through her bowels, getting filled with a man’s seed for the first time. It almost feels as if her insides are burning as the thick fluids over the deep wounds, feeling as if she would melt. Her body would tremble once more when he pulls out, leaving the tight hole gapping as a mixture of brown mass, blood, and cum oozes freely from her and onto the floor.

“I… I….” She drifts off when he asks if she’s still with him, barely conscious as he moves around the desk to stand over her head. Feeling him slapping her face again, she snaps out of her daze, looking up to see his brown and crimson smeared manhood aimed towards her face. The scent makes her cringe. She wants to turn her head, but she barely feels the strength to do so as he brings the thick head to her panting lips. “Nnmm…” She groans as her body is pulled further on the desk, feeling her head now hanging over the edge as she gets a good look at his sack.

He doesn’t even give her time for her get ready as he just thrusts the entire length down her throat, causing her slender neck to painfully bulge. “Mmmm!!” Her urine soaked body can be seen trembling hard from the pain, rolling her eyes back as his sack slaps against her nose and face. “Uurrkk! Mmakk!” Muffled gagging, heaving, and gurgling can be heard coming around his large cock, reacting to the meat stuck in her throat and the horrible taste of her own ass. Her body wants so much to make her throw up, but because she already threw up outside, there just isn’t anything coming up besides thick mucus mixed in with warm stomach acid. The mixture would be drawn from her mouth each time he pulls back, making a mess over her face and hair. Not only is her body is trying to force her to throw up, she can barely breathe, feeling as if she may suffocate to death as she is face fucked by the man.

With each thrust he makes into her, the muscles in her legs can be seen tensing up, lifting her limbs slightly for a moment before lowering back down when he pulls back. The poor female is in hell, feeling like her life is draining from her body. As the minutes pass, the muscles in her body would tense up less, barely feeling the strength to lift her legs anymore. It isn’t long before she is lying there limp, barely even moaning with loudest sound coming from her is the slick and sloppy friction coming from the man fucking her mouth and throat as she finally blacks out with her face turning to a deep shade of blue.

 

[CntDestyr]

When Gemma finally passed out, Clyde made a noise that exemplified just how disgusted he was. Leaning down he came inside her throat, and finally pulled out unblocking the airway in her neck, he spit on her face one more time. He would show her that she was tarnishing the good and prestigious name of her school, as well as the luster and prestigious of her high school's dominant softball team. There was a sort of veil around them, they kept winning games, their athletes were quiet and went about their business but they also worked the hardest on the field. The way she was behaving made the entire team look bad. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he wiped the tip of his cock off before pulling his shorts back up and leaving the room for a brief moment. He had noticed that she had no shorts and no panties which meant that they came off somewhere between the field and his office.

He walked around for a little bit, finally finding the bloody things on the ground. Picking them up, he balled them up and held them in his hand. The smell of her stale piss wafted up to his nose, and the man shook his head. She was clearly exhausted, and the fact that she could barely fight him showed just what kind of shape she was in. It was a brutal raping sure, but it was done to teach her a lesson. Clyde honestly thought that she would be better off because of it. If she quit the softball team, that would be fine, but sooner or later she would have to join another team and come into contact with him again. He didn't know what he was going to do with her, and he wondered if she had even come around yet.

Making his way back into his office, he looked at her limp form on his desk. Shaking his head, he made his way around to her head and sat down in his chair. She was breathing out of her nose because the large amount of cum that he had sprayed into her mouth was just sitting in there, full almost to her lips. Some of it was leaking out of her mouth and trailing down her face. The leash and collar dangled off of her and onto the ground, the end of the leash in a pool of cum and saliva mainly. The school was empty now, at least the athletic building and most of the classrooms were. Standing up and moving around to the other side, he grabbed her legs and he dragged her off of the desk, and left her lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Her back was braced against the cold metal of his desk, and the man wiped his mouth.

Reaching down and grabbing the leash, he dragged her limp body into the shower room, turning on a few of the heads and letting them wash over her body. She stunk, likely from the concotion of vile liquid that was before her, and he just left her there, in the shower for a second. If she wanted to get away, she would have to sneak past his office. Still, he kicked the cage that Sugar was in, making sure she was still alive, before he took the black cloth off exposing her to a bit of light. Glancing at her inside, he smiled, before he reached into his desk and grabbed another collar and another leash. Thinking about it for a second, he decided against it, putting the collar and the leash back inside of his desk before he just picked the cage up, with Sugar inside of it, and made his way to the shower, almost throwing it down on the ground.

It was clear. Clyde did not respect these girls. Both of them were in the situations that they were in because they were fucking off and not exerting themselves. He switched the water to cold water, realizing that they didn't even deserve the luxury of hot or warm water. Disappearing for a moment again, he returned with a bottle of left over shampoo that one of the other students had left. Opening it, he squirted some inside of the cage on Sugar, and some over the lifeless body that was Gemma. If Gemma didn't come around soon, there could be a problem, but Sugar was still alive and kicking. Bending down, he tied the end of Gemma's leash to the base of the pole that the shower head was on. He had to go get some food and maybe some water for the girls. They wouldn't get a lot, he was trying to keep them in shape, but they would get something that was high in nutritional value. He trusted that nothing would happen while he was gone, both girls could barely move, so he took his time while he walked to the kitchen, whistling a joyful tune down the empty halls. Today had been a good day.

 

[LataPaine]

Gemma wouldn’t even react as her throat is given her first ever helping of fresh semen, but her next would soon instinctively flesh and swallow as he pulls his length from her mouth. Her limp body can be seen twitching and trembling even after he has finally pulled from her, leaving a thick pull of semen in her wide open mouth while it begins to ooze feely down over her nose, eyes, forehead, and hair before dripping onto the floor. Still lying on her arms, her body would still be arched, forced in such an uncomfortable position looking like she’s about to be folded in half.

She would remain unconscious while the man leaves her there on the desk. Even if she were to suddenly wake up, it’s very doubtful she would be able to leave under her own power. Getting brutally anally raped and practically having a bat shoved into her cunt would very likely make it difficult for her to walk. She very likely wouldn’t get very far crawling either since she would be moving slowly. Plus, she would be leaving a trail of semen and blood for him to follow.

When he returns with her panties and shorts, she would still be lying there on the desk, dripping of sexual fluids from both her ass and mouth. “Nmm…” She would groan out when feeling him pulling on her legs, feeling the back of her head hitting the desk as she lands upon her blood stained ass. She sits there with her back against the desk for the moment, still moving and her breathing so shallow from the physical abuse upon her body.

Soon after, she would feel him grabbing and pulling her leash, dragging her along the floor and leaving a trail of blood and cum behind them as he brings her into the shower. Her body would barely flinch as the shower is turned on, feeling the cold water flowing over her unconscious form. For the most part, the water would rinse the urine, vomit, and cum from her flesh, but it’ll very likely take more effort to get the golden liquid from her top and bra since she has been soaking in it for some time now.

Sugar is still currently in the cage, gagged, bound, ass plugged up, and so very afraid. Having been in the man’s office this whole time, she heard everything that had just happened, but didn’t see who he was raping towards the brink of death. She can’t help but tremble in fear, believing this man might actually kill her. “Mmm!” She cries out as her cage is suddenly kicked, watching as the black cloth is pulled away to allow her to see the light once more. She winces as her eyes try to adjust, looking over to see him about to pull something from the desk only to change his mind and walk over to pick the cage up with her still in it.

She begins breathing deeply as she is picked up so easily by the man while still in the cage, only further showing her how strong he is compared to her as he brings her into the shower room with Gemma. Her eyes widen as she sees the unconscious woman lying there on the floor, watching as blood flows from her torn ass to the drain. “Mmmm!” She can’t help but cry out when her bare flesh comes in contact with the cold water, wrapping her arms tightly over her body while she huddles in the cage for warmth. Her breathing would deepen, becoming rapid as shampoo is poured onto her and the woman lying there next to her, watching him trying her leash to metal pipe to keep her in place while he wanders off.

Getting the hint and afraid of what he may do to her, she begins using the shampoo to wash both her hair and body, getting her cleaned of the sweat and sexual fluids. She sobs and whimpers while she does so, barely having enough room in the cage to move as she tries moving her hands all over her body. She would wince whenever she brings her fingers to her slit and anus, still feeling to tender after the thorough raping her gave her.

Gemma seemed lifeless for a few moments, but she begins to stir as her body flinches and finally reacts to the cold water. “Nmm…” She moans out as she very lowly gets to her hands and knees, feeling so dizzy as she watches the room spin before her eyes. She immediately begins coughing hard, feeling as if she almost drowned as she spits up semen on the floor. It isn’t long before her stomach begins to churn, caving in as her eyes rolls back. Soon after, she suddenly throws upon the floor, emptying her stomach on the floor. She breathes so hard as she collapses one more on the floor, looking weaker than Sugar at the moment since she has been given a much harsher punishment for misbehaving. She would lie there under the running water, lying there on her side while she starts whimpering and sobbing as well, feeling as if she could have died if he didn’t stop throat fucking her. With the shampoo soaking into her clothing, she would just lie there, barely feeling the strength to do anything.

 

[CntDestyr]

The man re-emerged into the room, this time completely naked. He had made them some basic sandwiches, a little bit of meat in between two slices of bread. There was nothing else on them, mainly because anything else would have given them extra unneeeded calories. It was all in the plan. Still, when he found himself back into the shower room, he saw Gemma still lying there, the shampoo starting to disappear as the water had been running over her. "What the fuck!" The man said as he made his way back into the room. Pulling Gemma up by her hair, he pushed her against the pole that held the shower head. "What the fuck are you doing? Have you just been fucking lying there?" He asked her, still holding her hair. He personally liked cold showers, they felt good, and it made him feel cleaner and more refreshed. That being said, he was still an athlete. He didn't even acknowledge Sugar in her little cage. The trail of the mixture of vomit and semen starting to rin in the shower. "Look at my fucking shower!" He yelled at her, dragging her by the hair and nearly pushing her face into her own vomit.

Looking back at the cage, he pointed at Sugar. "Did you let her do this? Huh? Answer me you fucking piece of shit?" He said, dropping Gemma hard on the ground before getting almost a running start and kicking Sugar's cage. "You are as responsible for this piece of shit as she is." He said, leaning down and opening her cage, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her out alongside Gemma. "You both are going to clean this fucking shower." He said in a fit of rage. He wouldn't give them any sort of cleaning supplies or anything, which meant only one thing. They had to clean it with their mouths. "God help you if you don't do a damn good job." He said as he looked down at them before removing Sugar's gag, taking it with him out of the room. He was unsure what Gemma was going to be able to do, but she better do something.

The man thought about making things tougher for them, but he knew they were in a tough spot as it was. They could clean the shower, and if they vomited again, they would have to clean it again, and the cycle would continue. He still hadn't figured out what their punishment would be should they not complete the task, or even if he would even keep Gemma around. The girl was far more trouble than she was worth. Clyde had realized how brutal he had been to her, but in his defense, she completely deserved it.

The man continued to shower, waiting for the two girls to finish their job, before he decided what would actually come next. Hell, he might even decide that he didn't want to keep Sugar around either. They both knew that he was capable of killing them if he wanted to, and he would be more than able to cover it up and deceive the administration. Why couldn't the girls at this school just be good? Why did there have to be so many slackers? Still, maybe he'd have another round with both of them before he actually decided.

When he was clean, looked down at them. "This fucking shower better be clean by the time I get back from changing." He told them before he disappeared once again to get on a pair of sweatpants and a wife beater tank top. Exiting his office, he made his way back towards the shower, hoping for their sake that the shower was clean.

 

[LataPaine]

Sugar’s eyes widen when hearing the man suddenly yell out with an angry tone to his voice, watching as he steps into the shower room completely naked. She can’t help but tremble in fear as she watches him walking up to Gemma, watching in terror as he grips her hair and roughly pushes her head against the pole before scolding her for having thrown up on the floor. Afterward, she would see him dragging her before shoving her face into her own vomit on the floor, listening to the sounds of sobs and whimpers.

Her body soon tense as the man brings his attention to her, widening her eyes with fear as she listens to him ordering her to answer his question when she can’t since the ball gag is still in her mouth. “Mmmm!” She cries out when her cage is suddenly kicked, watching as the metal bends slightly from the hard impact. She can fee hear heart racing as she stares at him, listening to him telling her that it’s also her fault that Gemma made the mess on the floor.

She almost doesn’t want to leave the cage as he reaches inside, feeling him grabbing her hair as he roughly pulls her out. Her face would be pushed close to the floor as she listens to him ordering her to clean, listening to him hint at the method they should use as the ball gag is pulled from her mouth. Even though he didn’t hit her, she can’t help but begin to whimper and sob as well, listening to him telling them that they better have cleaned the floor by the time he returns. Seeing him step away, she slips her tongue passed her lips and begins licking, pulling the girl’s puke into her mouth and forcing herself to swallow it down.

Gemma weakly crawls next to Sugar, lowering her upper body to the floor as she also begins licking, fearing for her life at this point since she felt she almost died when he raped her throat. So weak, she can’t help but move slower than Sugar, not collecting as much vomit into her mouth before she swallows. She would heave deeply along with Sugar, feeling her stomach churning as she refills her stomach with bile, doing what she can to lick the floor clean.

It takes them a few minutes, but they managed to consume most of it as the rest is washed down the drain. They would sit there upon their knees next to each other, trembling under the flow of cold water. A little vomit can be seen oozing down past their lips to drip from their chins, looking so very sick and feeling as if they may actually throw up again. Gemma is very likely in worst shape, looking as if she may pass out at any moment as the room spins before her eyes.

 

[CntDestyr]

The gym teacher watched them, and Clyde made sure that they didn't do anything else to dirty up the shower. He had softball practice again soon, and the players would need that shower. They had actually done an alright job cleaning it. The janitorial staff would get to it in the morning. Grabbing Sugar by the hair, he dragged her into her cage before closing the door and locking it with the padlock that was handing off the door. Grabbing the cage, he made his way back to his office, dropping her dripping wet cage into it's spot, and pushing the basic sandwich into the the cage before covering it up with the cloth. He didn't put the gag back on her, he figured maybe her and Gemma could become fast friends.

Making his way back to the shower room, he turned it off. Picking up her leash and collar, he secured it around her neck before forcefully pulling her along the wet shower floor and into the main locker room. The next day was a weekend, and it would be the day where the two would be trained. They would start shedding pounds until they were ready to resume their roles in the school. For Sugar, she would go back to being a student, doing her classes and coming to his class, knowing the penalties of just sitting or walking around the track. For Gemma, it meant becoming another bench player but actually exerting herself. Clyde would help them out and yet they were just a start. His main goal, get to every girl on campus that wasn't doing a good job.

As he got her back into the office, he looked back and noticed the wet streak that was made by Gemma's body. Leaning down, he pulled on the fabric, causing it to rip at the seams. Now she was fully naked, just like Sugar. It would make things easier for the next day. Clyde thought for just a moment, and realized that he didn't have an extra cage, or space for another cage in his office. There was no reason that the two couldn't share a cage.

Leaning down, he opened the cage once more before forcing Gemma into the already cramped confines. Putting the other sandwich through the cage holes, he smiled before he almost had to force the cage shut with both girls in there. Padlocking it back up, he covered the cage up before he tapped it with the heel of his shoe. "You guys are going to want to eat up, big days for both of you all tomorrow." He said before he turned the lights out and locked his office behind him. The janitors knew that when his office was locked, it meant do not go in there.

The next day, Clyde awoke early as always. He would likely be the only one on this side of the campus again, as most of the students and teachers were off for the weekend. That meant he had two full days to fully train the girls and teach them some discipline and the merits of good workout habits. If they weren't going to do it themselves, it was his job to help them and make sure that they got a good workout. Unlocking his office, he made his way inside, closing the door behind him. He would likely start with Gemma, as she was the easiest to get to. That would be fine, she needed a lot more work than Sugar.

Kicking the cage, to wake up the girls inside if they were sleeping, he sighed. "Are you ready?" He asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question. If they thought yesterday was bad, today would be worse. They were starting early, and Clyde was devoting the entire weekend to the two students. . .