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It had been another long, boring day of school, and it wasn't even close to being done yet. Jamie could not wait to get out of this place god forsaken place, with its nerds, and text books, and boring teachers. She tapped her pencil on her desk repeatedly, and sneered at the teacher, who was giving some sort of lecture at the front of the class, not that she had been paying any attention. She was dressed in a short black skirt, with thigh highs underneath, and a tight, white, button up blouse. She twisted her light brown hair around her finger and rolled her eyes. She suddenly sat back in her chair and sized up the teacher. Her straight posture and crossed legs almost demanded attention towards herself.

"And when, Mr. Teacherman, is there ever going to help us in our lives? You're so boring that I couldn't have paid attention to any of that if I tried." her words with filled with insult, her eyebrows raised high as she spook. She met his eyes dead on, and a small smile started curling her lip as some of her classmates laughed, most trying to conceal their humor.
 
As students would have it, any class hour for teachers can be just as grueling for them too, most especially if the students were giving a full show of their indifference with the ongoing class. This happens to be the case of what Joshua Liet is experiencing right now. In the midst of a biology class, one less than savory girl voiced out her displeasure with the subject. He turned his attention towards Jaime, his pale olive tan skin evident under the light, the dark ash brown hair on his head waving ever slightly with how snappy he turned. A man in his early 30's, quips like that don't really sit well with him. Still, he kept his composure and hid his underlying irritation, straightening up his dark blue suit jacket and laying down the marker on his desk.

"Do tell, Ms. Jaime, of what would make you pay attention." he called out to her, thinking of something that would put this girl in her place. "Surely someone of your abilities would help make this class less boring."
 
Jamie laughed at his reaction, other classmates had the same response. She leaned back in her chair and tapped her foot slowly, taking her time in responding. "Well. Mr. Liet," she said, rolling her eyes as she said his name. "Almost anything else would be much more interesting than this." She looked around, her hair falling over her shoulders. Some of the boys winked at her, and she just grinned back before turning her attention back to the teacher.
 
"Anything?" he kept his tone calm still even though half of his class were already laughing, even the ones who restrained their laughter had joined the ruckus. The school were expectant of this behavior, so as to not disturb other classes, each room were fitted to be both sound proof and isolated from the outside. This Jamie would prove to be quite the hard dog to be broken, not really caring about her grades, he can't threaten her parents either as they seemed to have given up on the girl. Beyond this point, he would have to do anything to keep her in line, morals aside. "Very well." he said softly, his tone quite cold as he started walking through the columns of students, brushing his hair up that would sometimes make his female students turn his way. "Would you please stand up and follow me up front?" he said, reaching out his hand to her.
 
She watched him walk towards her, her eyebrows raised and her arms crossed over her chest. She scoffed and completely ignored his hand, though after a moment she did stand up, mostly out of curiosity than wanting to follow his rules, plus it was wasting class time, which was quite amazing. She rolled his eyes, "Now what?" she asked him, glaring at him, her blue eyes bright with the thought of being able to embarrass him even more. She smoothed down her dangerous short skirt and recrossed her arms.
 
He smiled a soft smile as she stood up, irritation mild in his veins now even when seeing her make blatant her own apathy. The class begun the murmur as he took hold of her hand and half walked, half dragged her to the front and up the short platform where his desk is. He positioned her in front and facing the still murmuring group of students, some of them growing rather antsy from the display. Standing behind her, his hands grazed across her long light brown hair. "Let's tackle human anatomy for now, class." he called out to them, loud enough to silence the mutterings of everyone. He pulled at the leather belt looped around his pants while his other hand took hold of her wrist, forcing it to her back, wrapping the belt around it before pulling her other hand back until both her hands were tied firmly behind her. "More specifically, female anatomy." he said as he grab hold of Jamie's blouse and pulled them apart with force that buttons flew out.
 
She followed him, becoming slightly nervous, though she didn't let it show through her perfect features. She stumbled along and stood where he positioned her. And than he spook, his words shook her and she started to struggle slightly, mumbling that it wasn't funny. Her eyes opened wide when he grabbed her wrists, and she started to turn to confront him, than she was bound. "What are you-" she was quickly cut off when he blouse was ripped off. Her face flushed a crimson red and she struggled against the belt, trying to free her hands. "Ok, Mr. Liet, I get it! Alright! This isn't funny!" she said, keeping her eyes off of her classmates, and trying to wiggle her hands free.
 
"Hush now, Jamie. We're in the middle of a class. It's rude to talk in the middle of a lecture." he said softly to her as he went back over to his desk, grabbing a pair of scissors from the drawer. "Now, female anatomy is one of life's greatest arts." he continued, now his 'lecture' intended for everyone in the room to hear. He slipped the shears to the middle of her bra and snipped at it, letting loose her breasts as the underwear swung to the sides still strapped to her shoulders. "And as most great arts go, it should be well appreciated." he placed the scissors back on top of the desk as his hands went to work on groping at her perky breasts.
 
She was breathing heavy now, her eyes wide as she looked around in panic. She searched the faces of her classmates, but the girls seemed to shocked to do anything, and the guys... Well they were having other thoughts. She watched as her bra fell away from her body, leaving her even more exposed, and her face got even more red. She jerked at his touch and pushed back against him, trying to get him away from her, anything! "Stop it Joshua!" she demanded, her wrists now bruised from trying to escape the belt that was tied around them.
 
"It seems our art refuses to be appreciated." he chuckled, uncaring, truly, about the entire class. Though she pushed back at him, he pressed himself at her still, this time his arm coiled around her waist to keep her pressed against him. His hand that fondled at her breast groped her more, pinching and rolling her nipple in his fingers, teasing her of that arousal. He went on to molest her still, now his hand around her waist forcefully pulling her skirt down until her panties were exposed. "A way to appreciate art is to pleasure it, make it feel good." he continued, his hand slipping in between her legs to fit snuggly, rubbing at her pussy through the cloth.
 
She whimpered now, thrashing hard against his arms, and body. Though she soon realized that she would not be able to escape this. He was to strong for her, unless the class did something, and they obviously wouldn't. She found that she was growing wet against her will, and she ground her teeth in anger against herself. That would just boost his self confidence. "Stop!" she sobbed weakly, wiggling her hips, trying to escape from his intruding hand, however that was also proving to be hopeless. "Please.." she added softly, hopefully. Maybe he was just trying to get her to break..? Than he would let her go and feel satisfied with himself, accomplished even.
 
"And..soon enough, we will feel art to receive well our appreciation." He kept on rubbing at her nethers until he felt a soft patch of wetness against the cloth of her panties. "You will just have to persist, let it know that it wants to be appreciated, that it wants to feel good." his hand on her soon grabbed at the waist band of her panties pulling them down, strands of sticky arousal clung to her skin and the underside of her panties. He slipped his finger in between the soft lips of her pussy, rubbing her directly on her silken folds, her wetness clinging to the skin of his digits. "So, in a way, appreciating art that is female anatomy is the same as training a dog. But from how feisty our artwork is, she could have been a cat. Not wanting to be touched."
 
She was crying now, both from humiliation, and from being blatantly molested, and nobody was doing a single thing about it. She cried out when he dropped her panties, she was now completely revealed in front of her entire classroom, and her teacher was touching her... She really had never been touched before, she was a virgin. "Stop it! Please!" she protested, moving her hips, trying to loosen up his grasp.
 
The soft sobs that come from her were just as satisfying for him as when he's touching her. As her body's reaction to his touches changed, so did the half of the class, the female half. Some of them began to watch intently at them both, some having glazed eyes, while those there were more or less like Jamie started to be aroused as well, evident by how they were leering at him and their hands working under their skirts. He pinched at her nipple hard when she spoke out, then going back to fondling her breasts. "Look at this, look." he said, tracing her wet slit with his finger until it was coated in her slick arousal. "Look at how horny you're getting." he brought the finger up to her sights, pressing his thumb on it and making sticky strands of her fluids. "You know how we can appreciate her more? Anyone?" Nobody answered, though from their looks, they knew what it could be. His free hand went to unbutton and unzip his pants, his cock already throbbing in want. He slipped his flared meat in between her legs, letting it press close underneath her dribbling pussy, grinding it to have it bathe in her juices.
 
She flinched as his pinching became harder, her nipples becoming tender to the touch. She knew getting away was completely hopeless now, the entire class was enthralled by her being molested. Traitors! All of them! She hated each and everyone of them for this. She leaned her head forward, letting her hair fall in front of her face to shield her from their eyes. She looked at his fingers and sobbed slightly, her breath staggered and hard. "No, no, no, no please!" she muttered when she heard his zipper go down. When his cock slid across her pussy she moaned slightly, involuntarily, her eyes fluttering. "No, please Mr. Liet, I'm a virgin!" she squirmed uselessly, sobbing loudly.
 
He reveled in the thought that he brought her arrogant face down to a squirming, begging girl. Her body slowly receive his actions well now, it seemed to him as he hear her soft moan as he slid his throbbing meat in between her legs. He wanted more of it. His hand on her pussy pulled away from fondling her to gripping at her firm ass, gripping at her as he guide and glide his cock over her flushed sex that dribbled of her juices. "You wouldn't be a virgin for long." he whispered to her as he bent her ever slightly, forcing his girth into her tight virgin hole. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed his manhood into her, sliding with her generous natural lubricant until he was shoved down to the base of his cock.
 
Fear gripped her suddenly and her body froze in his grasp, her skin cooling to the touch. Tears no longer streaked down her face as the realization of what was about to happen to her sunk in. Her virginity was about to be taken by her teacher... In front of more than 30 people... She gripped the edge of his desk as he entered her, and a loud moan ripped from her throat, her nails dug into the wood, as followed by the moan, was a scream as he broke through her hymen. "Ah!" she gasped, still struggling to pull away. Her eyes were shut tight, blocking out her horny classmates. "Please..." she begged, though the words could have meant anything.
 
Her force and tenacity to wiggle herself out of his grip grow less and less determined until he couldn't even hear her sob anymore, or might be she was just keeping it to herself. He let her deflowered sex ease into the feeling of being stuffed first before he did anything else, though it was no indication that he cared if she were hurt or not. It was more for his own satisfaction. He pulled her up to straighten her posture with the hand that groped at her breast as he heard he talk. "What was that? Did you say something?" he whispered, massaging her perky chest still while the hand on her rear reached for her clit, rubbing it tenderly.
 
Jamie groaned lightly, biting her lip, but she quickly cut off the sound, she knew it would just give him more satisfaction than he was already getting from raping her. Her breath was hard and uneven, but she pain she was feeling inside her sex had eased quite a lot. She let him pull her back, not seeing a point in struggling, knowing she was just wasting her energy. Still his touch made her shudder, though she was now unsure of if it was a sexual shudder, or one of fear... perhaps it was both. "No..." she replied lightly, turning her face away from his.
 
Joshua looked down on her with a smug expression, a sense of power of over gave him that. A kind of power he wouldn't want to be without. His cock heating up in her tight pussy began to move ever slowly as he started thrusting his hips, grinding against her slick walls in a mix of her virgin blood and her wet arousal. Everything about it felt right. Her silence, little resistance, how she shuddered ever slightly. To hell with morals, he thought, as he went on having his way with her.
 
Her body quivered around him, her slender hips slick with both her juices, and her own sweat. The insides of her legs were wet with her pussy juices, being cooled by the air. She grunted slightly while trying desperately to keep her sounds of pleasure to herself. Her pussy clenched around his cock and her heart sped, her breaths coming out short and sharp now. She was almost unable to keep her moans inside, they bubbled to her lips, where she just managed to stop them.
 
"Don't be afraid, let it go. You know you want it." he whispered to her as he kept with the deep pace of thrusts into her, feeling how her pussy clenched around his cock and grew even more wet and hot. Pushing himself into her made the welling juices inside of her dribble and seep out to trickle around both their hips, tingling his skin as it formed a steady rivulet to his balls. "You can moan out, you know you want to." His thrusts changed in pace, having a faster and harder rhythm that his wet skin slapped against her wet pelvic floor.
 
She tried to keep it in still, she tried to ignore all of his seductive, tricking words, but than he changed his pace, and she just couldn't help it, she screamed with pleasure, sinking into his grasp. Forgetting the world around her and feeling only sexual pleasure. She came to an orgasm quickly after that, her body tensing, and pushing into the feeling. "Ohhh..." she moaned softly, biting her lip, her head falling back against his chest in pleasure, sinking into his thrusts, allowing him completely inside of her.
 
"See? Now doesn't that feel better?" he spoke amidst his more apparent moaning, feeling as if the heat from her body give rise to his own with each thrust he made into her. "Not needing to restrain yourself." his words slithered out of his mouth, a devious snake with breath clinging to her skin. Soon enough, he could feel her release in that soft moan she gave, her girlcum dribbling along his shaft that only made his pounding that much smoother. After she had slumped against his chest, he stopped moving all together, cupping her chin to make her look up at him. Her face flushed and evident of the pleasure she was having. "Do you want more?" he whispered, the massage of his hand on her breast became less rough, another hand pleasuring her still as it rubbed her stiff clit.
 
She was a mess of shudders, and fast breathing. Her hair covered her face, shielding her from the eyes of everyone else. Her entire body was slick with her sweat, her breasts gleaming. She looked up into his face, she knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. He still hadn't had his fix yet... There was no point in protested, she wearily nodded her head then closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his now soft hands on her body, massaging her, and bringing her back down to a more calm, and less frantic state, though she knew, with the way she was feeling right now, that it wouldn't be hard to get her right back into it.
 
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