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Miss Baker's Naughty Secret (for Pandemonium)

Lance went home thoroughly pleased with himself. Why shouldn’t he be? After all, he had gotten what he wanted. He had been able to fuck Miss Baker good and proper. Granted he had expected more compliance and there was a small chance she would actually report the rape but that was extremely unlikely. With the next part of his plan he would hopefully at least largely help rectify the situation and get her under better control. He planned to break her in good and proper for sure.

Working on the video got Lance excited. It had been one thing to see her getting fucked. This was different. This one he was watching what he remembered in vivid detail. Every moan from her lips, the tight squeezing of his cock by her warm, velvety walls, her pussy and his cock working to deliver every drop of his cum into her eager body. By the time he finished it didn’t even look like she had been raped but rather that she had been a willing participant. All in all, decent work.

The next day Lance went to school and was more than happy to go. He had plans tonight. Walking by the desk which he had raped his dear little slut of a teacher on, he took to sitting in the front rather than the middle. He wanted to have her full attention. Of course the film and the special DVD were not on him. Last thing he needed were those slipping out. Plus he had no doubt in his mind she would confiscate them first chance. As people piled in it seemed she was not in. Was she running late?
 
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The next morning Miss Baker felt sore all over when she woke up. She could see bruises and marks on her butt and chest from having been spanked on her butt and squeezed on her breasts. The worst of the sores were in form of aches between her thighs as she took step after step.

But she knew that she had to tough it out and face Lance without showing signs of weakness. She literally cried as she struggled to get dressed before deciding to wear a dress to make things less painful.

She was on time for the first period of the school day, but running late by the time she had to teach a class with Lance in it. Walking slowly with a noticeable limp, she carried some files and her purse back into the classroom. She had run out to her car to talk on the phone with her fitness trainer to cancel an appointment. She was to sore to be working out right now.

"Sorry, had to run a quick errand in the parking lot," she exclaimed why she was tardy and then noticed Lance grinning in the front row. Her path from door to desk had taken her right past him. "The pop quiz that Lucy is handing out has 25 questions," she pointed at Lucy who was already setting the papers on the desk. "After you fill them out, I'll come down the aisle to collect them before we watch a short documentary about the history of coal mining in America," she sounded like her usual cheery teacher self as she watched Lance out of corner of her eyes.

Questions 17 and 18 on the pop quiz couldn't have arrived at the worst time. She had already seen them during the previous class periods. She couldn't wait to see if Lance would write down the correct answers or taunt her with his answers.

17) The most well known animal from Australia is what?

18) Name a movie set in Australia that you have seen?

Ten minutes into the class, she began walking slowly around the class room to collect finished pop quiz papers.
 
To most people it would not have been too obvious, but watching Miss Baker walk made him simply grin. He knew full well why she was walking like that. Clearly he had done quite the number on er. Served her right for trying to escape last night. If she thought that was rocky though, well, with his plans for her she was in for being in even worse shape. Locking eyes briefly, he shot her a look that clearly showed that he was pleased with himself over it. Of course he also put a finger in his palm and wrapped his fingers around it, grinding it. Just to mess with her.

Taking one look at the test had Lance stifle a laugh with a cough. “Sorry.” He said, then mouthed to her Hope you like this. he took one look and quickly got to work. On the paper we’re some answers of note.

17) The most well known animal in Australia is what?
The screaming Bailey

18) Name a movie set in Australia that you have seen.
Banging Bradley 2

24) Name a major export of Australia.
Horny American college girls getting bent over.

When she collected the pop quiz, he wrote one other thing on the quiz. It said for her to sit by him during the documentary. She should know better than to try anything right now. He was just hoping she would have the sense to lower the blinds to make it as dark as possible. A chance to play with her in class without having to worry about being seen? He was all in for that.
 
"Are you okay, Miss Baker?" Lucy had been tenth student to have quiz collected by Miss Baker. "Hot Yoga was a killer last night," she lied to Lucy about why she was limping around in the class. "Was it nude hot yoga," Steve behind Lucy asked. "You fail the quiz, Steve," Miss Baker was only joking with him. Then shook her head to signal no as she reached back of the room.

Moments later, she collected the quiz papers from Lance's row before finishing with the row by the blinds. "Close the blinds, Steph and Tia," she then asked for the assistance of two students who were also volleyball players. Then she had a couple others prepare the projector as she tended to the laptop on her desk. Turning on her desk lamp, she instructed Steph to dim the lights as the documentary was starting.

After getting to Lance's paper, she turned off the desk lamp and rolled her chair around out of fear he would release the existence of her porn videos. The documentary was twenty minutes long and it had been running for seven by the time she rolled her chair between the desk of Lance and Steph.

"Finish grading the papers in back for me, you aced it," she informed Steph who was like Lucy, one of her aids whenever they were in her class. She had slipped Lance's paper into her desk already as well.

Her dress:
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Lance of course had to quip in as well. “So how flexible are you?” He asked. It was a typical remark of course. Unfortunate problem for her was a lot of the guys took the chance for jokes. On one hand it had double significance given last night. On the other hand it was perfectly normal, despite her little volleyball acolytes giving the occasional glare or annoyed noise when a guy made comments. Whatever, stuck up little snots.

When she sat by him he smirked. Once the movie began he began to look her over closely. “Just relax.” He said, smiling a bit. With how dark it was and with the laptop where it was, it would be hard to see anything he did. “Adjust your top a bit, I want a view.” He said under his breath. With her in the front nobody was likely to notice such a thing. It would be for his eyes only.

Taking a look around, he slid his hand up the slit in her dress. Teasing her thigh, he slowly slid up it and past any garments she may have under there and cupped her pussy gently. Fortunately Lance was using a light jacket to make it look like his hand was just idly at his side. In reality it was right up against Miss Baker’s pussy, rubbing it gently. He was curious about how she was when being teased. She succumbed to his cock quickly, how would she handle a hand toying with her?
 
It wasn't the first time she had commented on hot yoga in her class room since some of the female students also did hot yoga. It now took on a new life because she had to lie about it to explain her limp. Hearing his adjust your top quip, she loosened the wrap of her print dress to reveal that she was wearing a beige bra that closed in the back. She was thankful to be sitting up front but unhappy about sitting beside Lance.

"No test on this. A guest speaker will be coming in next week so remember the faces on the screen, he is up there somewhere," she explained to the class before Lance got to hands on with her body. The guest was a man who survived a coal mine collapse and a family friend. He would be speaking to the entire school because he was also a Veteran of a War. She tensed as the hand of Lance was feeling her thigh. It was still a bit sore from being forced apart during the rape. Her pink thong panties were made of silk and felt good to be wearing.

She wouldn't have worn them had she known this would happen to her again. She was now zero for two when it came to being in same room as Lance since yesterday. She had one hand at her waist holding her dress so it wouldn't completely unravel. Her other hand was on the side of her chair for support. "Ooh, Aah, Aah!" she was over emphasizing the effect Lance was having because breathing that way helped her forget about being sore down there. She was prepared to do almost anything to stop him from fucking her for a second consecutive day.
 
Lance heard her noises and couldn't help but feel smug. He had her at his mercy right now and they both knew it. "Careful. Enjoy too much and everyone will hear." He whispered pointedly. Of course as he did that he just made it worse. He slipped his middle finger into her pussy, fingering her lightly as he continued his assault on her. Of course, there was not a lot that could be done for her. If she made a scene it was obvious what would happen. She would have to endure this assault and try to fight off cumming.

Still, Lance kept watching the screen, occasionally looking at her face for her physical reactions and at her chest to see the rise and fall of her breasts. Not a bad body for sure. "Let me guess, thong because you're a bit sore?" He asked. Of course, his tone even in whisper form showed how smug he was about it. And why shouldn't he be? He had gotten what most of the class' males would love to do to her and she had no way to deny she came for him. All in all, not bad.

Continuing his assault on her pussy, he tilted his head. "When and where?" He asked her. Of course, he meant the terms for the video. He still had the second one. He also had a special video to use on her, but she did not need to know about that. He would save that for the big victory over her. Something for her to enjoy over the weekend. The thought had him giddy. He could only imagine what her reaction would be to that. If the porno was an issue, a tape of her getting fucked by a student was even worse.
 
She had some self control when it came to fingering of her pussy. The events of last night would toss a wrinkle at her because she was also extra sensitive along with being sore. Miss Baker had to move her hand up to her mouth to mask how she was feeling as his actions got bolder. She also simply told herself, she could be going home without a job and face arrest, if she let his actions cause her to create a scene during history class.

She grimaced when he got a particularly good touch in with his middle finger. She was already getting wet and he would soon feel that with his finger, if he continued. She ignored his thong quip and began to nibble on her lip as she continued to hold hand over her mouth. A cough took care of the desire to moan. "When and where about what?" she whispered to him. Then she fought the sensations to remind everyone about going out to support the football team after classes let out. She would be where she was almost every Friday night in the fall in the gym supervising Volleyball practice and then making sure the equipment was ready for the next match.

When she finally had to prepare to return to teaching the class, she slowly reached for his hand and motioned that she had to get up in less than a minute. She would try to avoid ever showing a film in class again. That wouldn't be possible as she showed one every other week.
 
Despite everything, her pussy was clearly wet and he was thoroughly pleased. It seemed as though despite her mind it was her body that absolutely loved what he did to it. Good. He could work with this sort of thing. It made it all the more amusing for him to imagine how she felt that he could make her give in. Hell he had outright raped her and from the looks of it you would have thought she was some sort of horny and desperate slut once he got her going.

"When and where to meet up of course." He whispered back. "I got the other one hidden, don't worry. Just want to know the delivery point. Somewhere discreet." Of course, the fact he asked for a discretionary place meant that he probably would not simply make it easy on her and hand it to her. No, he would want her to pay a fitting price. Last time she had gotten raped. There should have been no doubt in her mind that he had some sort of similarly fiendish intention.

When she reached for his hand he got extra aggressive in assailing her sensitive pussy for the last thirty seconds. He wanted to make it clear he was calling the shots and it was also fun to watch her squirm a bit. He withdrew his hand only to unbutton his pants and flash her his fully erect cock. Grabbing her hand, he let her touch the cock that had raped her, the cock that would undoubtedly be violating her again in some fashion, fully hard and ready for her. Of course the movie was about to end so he put his cock away and smirked, not even bothering to say a word to her.
 
She hated how he came across as experienced as some men twice his age. Last night was pure violence but today, he was pretty good at pushing her buttons with a finger. She hated herself more than him because of that. "After practice ... tonight." She informed him in hushed tone. Her pussy had a thin pair of lips and a nice small patch of hair on it.

It was a little swollen and he no doubt could tell since he had been toying with it during the film. She nearly jumped and screamed to ruin her life when he forced her hand to feel his hard, swollen cock. The way her face looked as she was forced to touch it showed him that she felt scared again.

She finally put her dress back together as the documentary came to an end. The usual girls and boys helped rearrange everything and let light back into the room as she rolled her chair back behind the desk. "See you later, Coach!" Steph was returning the rest of the papers as she had to leave class early. Then Miss Baker went ahead and began to look over the papers as the rest of the class began to get ready for the next period. "Lucy and Tia, can you stay the full time? Only five more to go." Miss Baker was excusing everyone except them.
 
Lance observed a couple things from what he did. First was that look of fear on her face. It seemed as though she needed to get used to his cock. That did not matter too much to him. He would simply have her get used to it. The fact was she was easy to unnerve and he could work with that pretty well. Overall, he simply needed to come up with a proper plan for everything. Since she said after practice, Lance could work with that. If he had to guess, the best way to go about that would be to be as inconspicuous as possible. In order to do that he had to be hidden. And he knew just the place.

School progressed as normal for Lance after that. It was mostly the standard stuff. All the while he planned his course of action. He had the slight advantage in he knew all the cards on the table. He would hand her the video and tell her to watch the file on the hard drive, hilariously titled "Bailey Banged." From there she would undoubtedly know that this was far from over. He would break her in like a good little toy one way or another.

When it came time, he snuck into the girls locker room. He was in no mood to watch the practice. However, he would enjoy the show. Sneaking in, he noticed a locker was missing a lock. Likely one used for excess storage as needed. Sneaking into it, he shifted. Of course, just his luck, it also gave him a good view of the showers and the rest of the lockers. "Of all the times not to be in position to record all this." He grumbled to himself, knowing his battery was too low to do much on his cell. Aw well, at least he would be able to get a view of the volleyball hatchbrat squad and see which one was the best looking.
 
What Lucy, Steph and Tia look like almost everyday at school:
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The final few history classes went uneventful for Miss Baker. She continued giving the quiz and showing the film to the rest of her students. She had a minor scare when she had a student walk into class as she was preparing to leave. Fortunately, it was only Lucy who was planning to watch the practice since she didn't like to watch football.

The two walked out of building together before Miss Baker stopped to talk to a school counselor about plans for the end of season team party, Lucy met Steph and Tia in the gym to try to figure out who in the film was the guest speaker next week.

Lance would have already seen Steph and Tia in the locker room. They and rest of the girl's on the team dropped off their belongings and changed into their practice uniforms. This typically had most, if not all of them stripping down to their underwear. Miss Baker encouraged them to wear a comfortable bra under their uniform tops or practice tank tops. A few of them also had to switch the type of bra they were wearing so Lance would get to see some topless nudity from his hiding place.

One player undressed completely because she had wanted to shower before practice and planned on showering after practice as well. She didn't have much in curves and also had short hair, but she was still one of the most popular girl's in school. She was also co-captain of the team along with Steph.

Entering the gym to supervise, Miss Baker sat in first row of the bleachers with some charts and graphics from the current season. She then felt like today might be a good day just to have a scrimmage since she was feeling sore from being raped. She let the captains pick sides and lead the scrimmage. It went on for 45 minutes. Then she gathered them up and had them sprint around the gym before calling an end to practice.

The girl's and Miss Baker filed back into the locker room. Some had plans to stick around to watch the football game while others just wanted to go home. Lance would again see topless and all frontal nudity from the girl's near his hiding place. Steph even had a locker directly across from the broken, unused locker.

"Did you tell Miss Baker, we want a pool party this year after the season?" the girl who had showered before practice asked Steph as she was heading back to take a second shower. "I'll do that as soon as I get dressed," Steph was pulling on her pants as she replied. Her ass directly in Lance's field of vision.

"How does she get all the boy's? She's as flat as a boy," Tia asked Steph about the other girl. "She's taller than them," Steph laughed. That girl was the only girl on team taller than six feet. Most were just under six feet and a handful not even 5'5". "Well, she is our best player. We sure win a lot because of her," Tia was just jealous because nobody had asked her to the prom yet as she continued conversing with Steph. Tia had already gotten dressed.

After twenty minutes, Miss Baker, Steph and Lucy were the last three in the locker room besides Lance. "We drew straws and a pool party sounds fun for end of season party," Steph showed Miss Baker the results of the vote. "That will be awesome. I was just talking to Counselor Sparks and she can offer her home to host the party." Miss Baker looked at the paper as she spoke.

"Do you need me to put away the equipment for you?" Lucy asked."No, I think the balls have already been put away and the net can stay up for now. Have you checked the shower and the bathroom?" Miss Baker asked Lucy. "No, that's your job!" Lucy laughed as she and Steph headed out to the football field to cheer on the boy's in their game against the cities other high school.

Miss Baker put away the paper with the charts and graphics documentation before heading to make sure no dirty towels were left behind in the bathroom and shower area. She found a few towels that her best player had left in the shower and was taking them to set aside for janitor as the football game kick off gun shot could be heard in the background.
 
Lance watched all the girls fill into the locker room. He had to admit, he enjoyed quite a bit of the view. Somehow it seemed that little Miss Steph was near his locker. He could only imagine her reaction if she knew someone had seen her in her underwear. It would have been funny to him to say the very least. She was probably the biggest pain in the ass and the biggest pain in the cock to think on for too long. Cute yes, but she also had a bit of an annoying bossy pain in the ass attitude she probably got from her little clique.

Seeing some of the girls in a topless state was interesting to say the least. Of course, everyone knew about Tia's chest. It was one of the better ones to look down her shirt on for sure. Some of the others also had deceptively nice racks once they lost the bra. Since he sadly did not have his camera he was just taking it all in. It would be a great time to jack off, but he had something different in mind. As much as he would love to, he couldn't just yet. He wanted to make sure Miss Baker got EXACTLY what he felt she deserved.

After waiting a bit he heard voices once again. Hearing them talk about a pool party was nice and Lance was happy to process that later. However, he was preoccupied with the nice, full view of Steph's ass. Pity her panties were on but still. He would love nothing more at the moment than to give that ass a squeeze or to pull those panties down and fuck her. Fortunately the locker was there or else he probably would have grabbed it. Small things like that sometimes help.

Hearing that Tia was a bit jealous almost made him crack up laughing. Of course she would make the flat as a boy remark. One look at her chest said it all. Girl had a nice pair. Of course, a fair number of guys were wary of the volleyball girls because in general they tended to be brats and think they ruled the place. Since a lot of the popular girls happened to be good at volleyball it was not their coach's fault, it was more the sport was their banner to go under. Nice bodies, but those girls had egos for sure.

Now that they were dressed enough to focus, he listened closely to Steph and Miss Baker talk about the party. It could be interesting to know for sure. He would kill for one of them to pop out of their bikini or something. He'd have to try to sneak over and get a view of them. No way in hell would he miss a whole bunch of attractive girls in very little if he could avoid it. Personalitywise they sucked but good lord they were breathtaking.

Still, once they left it was just Miss Baker and himself. Quietly he undressed and walked towards her. "Just so we're clear, you are probably in no condition to run and screaming down here is pointless. I assume we are not going to have a repeat of last night." He said, announcing his presence a bit before walking towards her and grabbing both her breasts from behind. "Now how about you give me a nice little show that I asked for last night? I insist that you make up for last night properly." His tone was soft, but the threat in it was perfectly clear.
 
Miss Baker was well aware of clique's that some of her students and players formed. She had been in one when she was a high school student, athlete. Even now as their teacher, she felt a bound with certain students because they either reminded her of herself or her friend's from high school.

She could hear the crowd cheering on the football team when she began to hear the voice of Lance inside the girl's locker room. She had told him when to meet, she just didn't expect for him to hide in the locker room in order to surprise her at the appointed time. She could hear his voice getting closer. She was having trouble seeing because the lights had been partially turned off earlier once everyone else had departed.

As she felt his presence behind her, Miss Baker froze because she was scared again. Then she went limp briefly as his hands closed around her breasts. The towels in her hand fell to the floor and she reached to try and keep his hands from squeezing to hard. "Please don't rape me again. I can barely walk with a grimace and my pussy is swollen," she choked after saying swollen. "Did you bring the other video like we agreed last night?" she removed her hands to loosen the wrap of her dress.

"I'll strip for you," she had to raise her voice because a team had just scored a touchdown across campus at the football game. "I'll strip for you tonight. Just don't, don't fuck me tonight," she was careful to say tonight instead of again because she knew the difference between tonight and again. Now she just needed him to give her some space to strip for him. Chances of someone walking in on them were slim to none because of the football game. But she knew some might come to use the nearby restroom after the game. Her car was also parked near the locker room doors.
 
It was interesting to say the least to observe her reaction. When she touched his cock she had been panic mode. When her breasts were touched however, she seemed to relax and give in to a degree. It was an interesting observation for sure. “Ya you did seem a bit sore in class. Well probably would not have been as bad if you hadn’t started off resisting. Although I am sure that is not what is entirely to blame.” If he had to guess it was also either a combination of his size and possibly it had been a bit since she last got laid. He really did not know much more about her hobbies do it was all up in the air as far as he knew.

Stepping back from her, he would allow her to strip. “Although I must say, I did plan to fuck you another go around. You’re quite the fun fuck. But don’t worry, I kept my word. I brought the video. It really is a rather nice one too. I must say it was my favorite, in case my answer to that fun little question was not obvious enough.” He remarked cheekily, smirking a bit. That had been just way too funny not to remark about it. “By the way, how did I do on the quiz?” He asked, moderately curious about that whole thing.

When she did another plea on not getting fucked, he thought it over. Then he remembered how she had reacted to his cock and he got a mischievous grin. “Alright. I won’t on one condition. I’ve seen you suck dicks like a pro. I want to see how you do with mine.” He said, laying her choice down. Of course it was a sadistic choice. She either gets fucked or she sucks the cock that had raped her last night. It was a cruel choice for sure, and one he thought would mess with her a bit. He wanted to lay down the law that he was in charge, and after last night she clearly needed to learn that.

Deciding he may as well say it, he tilted his head. “By the way, I was in there for the girls coming in. Some of them look nice. I do think one is a bit a jealous one though. But a green eyed monster. Still, one did give me a nice view of her panties ass.” He smirked. Now she knew that her girls had been peeped on. “Not something I do often, but I do enjoy what I saw. I assume you can keep quiet.” He was not worried. He had enough on her as a failsafe. Plus not like he said too much about who and what. “Some of your girls are cute. Pity they are by and large brats.”
 
She held still and let him continue the breast embracing hug from behind. While she wasn't wearing slacks that showed off her fine ass, she knew he could still feel how fine it was due to his closeness. After last night's spanking, she planned to avoid wearing tight pants to school for the foreseeable future.

She rolled her eyes as he offered thoughts on why she was so sore today, and only because he couldn't see the eye roll.

When he gave her stripping space, she turned to the side to gauge how he was in relation to an exit. She gasped when she saw that he was already undressed like last night just before she tried to escape. Swaying her hips from side to side while wincing from being sore, Miss Baker undid the front of her dress and teased by holding one side closed and the other open. "I won't try to run tonight. I am going to strip for you," she tossed the dress open and let it fall down her back.

"A, you got an A," she told him his grade on the quiz. "Blowjob and you won't Bang Bailey?" she then wanted confirmation and his look gave it to her. "You leave my girl's alone," Bailey had decided to not get angry because her body couldn't take another spanking or fucking. She would pick her battles and tonight she wanted to keep his mind off the girl's that she coached. "Well, here is what a former brat is surrendering tonight, I'll blow you and give you a great striptease from Banging Bradley," she smiled for the first time in awhile in his presence.

Then bending over at the waist, she turned to a profile view and reached down to her knees. "Please, please," she bumped out her ass twice. "Don't, don't Bang Bailey tonight," she turned and pointed her behind at him to show off the thong. Then she stepped out of her shoes and slid them away using her feet.

Next she stood up and unclasped her bra before holding it in front of her chest. "B," she slipped the shoulder strap off her left side. "A," she slipped the other off her other side. "I," she threw the bra at him. "L," she pulled the left side of thing waist band away from her flesh. "E," she pulled the other side from her waist. "Y!" she let the thong drop to her feet and jumped out from over the discarded thong.

"Owwwwww," the landing not a success because she felt every muscle hurting as her feet landed. "Ta Da!!" She smiled and posed with hands on her waist.
 
Lance was pleased by this change in her attitude. It seemed at least that she knew when she was not going to be able to put up much of a fight on matters. Actually, she seemed to be quite compliant for the mostpart. The only bit of fight she seemed to have was referring to them as her girls. That was interesting for sure. That meant she had an attachment to them that he could use. Of course, the very thought of those girls had the replays of what he saw going through his head. "Good. You do as I ask and today your pussy does not get banged." He said reassuringly. He knew enough to give her that at least. They both knew if he wanted to he could rape her again easily. There was no reason if she was going to be like this though. This worked much better.

Hearing she was a former brat amused him. Smiling at her striptease promise, he crossed his arms and watched. It was interesting to see her go to first name usage. He would be sure to note that. Watching her performance piece was quite pleasing to him he had to admit. It was indeed very enticing. "Well, the landing was less than graceful at the end, but still, A on the performance." He remarked, walking over to her. "But that is not all I am getting right?" Of course he knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it from her as well. "By the way, of those girls which one were you most like? Just curious how much a brat you actually were." He asked, mildly curious.

Grabbing her shoulders, he guided her down to her knees. "You do have a pretty smile. Now, let's see what you picked up on the cock sucking end." He remarked, slapping her face a bit with his cock. He was curious how she would handle this. She had been a bit freaked out earlier today. He was curious how she would handle taking the cock that had violated her so thoroughly into her mouth and blowing her rapist. "And remember, make it as sexy as possible. This is for that video." He reminded her. Of course, there would be another video she would be sure to watch tonight he had no doubt. That one would make the reality of her situation a lot more clear. For now though he was inclined to give her whatever false hope she had for getting out of this.
 
One other reason Bailey wanted to prevent Lance from fucking her was fear that she would again experience pleasure from having his cock inside her pussy. She felt like having pleasure forced upon her was no different than experiencing pleasure without force. She also tried to side step discussing her players because some were like younger sister she never had or a daughter she wish she could have. She had referred to herself as a former brat because she had acted like one for part of her teenage years.

"Thanks," she said with head down when he gave her a grade for her effort. She took a great big gulp of air when he again talked about her being a brat and which of the brats was most like her. "Why does it matter, Lance?" she paused after replying with a question. "I was never co-captain as my team's always had a single captain," she began to answer as he grabbed shoulders. "I was captain junior year and gave the captain attitude my senior year so I guess I was like Steph or Tia," she quickly answered as she ended up on her knees.

"Aah," she winced as his cock was used to slap at her face. "Damn, my desperation for money," she said in sad tone as she reluctantly brought a hand up to take hold of his cock. She had done the two videos for the money more than sex, but a part of her feels like it wasn't just for the easy money. She brought her lips to his cock as she held it and began to blow, and then lick the head of Lance's rapist cock. Looking up at his face, she couldn't really believe that she was on her knees before him. She had hoped she would've avoided him until Monday.

Next she looked before her and took her hand away to accept the first part of his cock in between her lips and eventually made a circle to accept it within her mouth. Reaching back behind her head, she put her hair into a ponytail and began to work her mouth up and down. The sound of sucking could be heard as well. Then she pulled her mouth off and allowed saliva to trail between his cock and her lips before she accepted him again. To try and please him, she began to play with his balls using her fingers as she sucked on his cock.

Down between her legs, Miss Baker felt a slight tingle as she was actually enjoying a little of what she was now doing with her student.
 
Lance snickered a bit. "Merely curious. I am sure being the coach you had some you could relate to more. Just gives me a good idea of what you were like." He explained to Bailey. Of course, if she was like one of them it was good to see her on her knees anyway. Now though he would target those two specifically. Part of it would be payback for them being little bitches, part of it would be to keep Bailey in line. He would have to think out more of his details, but he could work on it.

Hearing her reason did amuse him. "I don't know, I bet deep down you just enjoyed getting fucked." He remarked, locking eyes as she licked the head of his cock. Of course she could deny it all she wanted, he knew that, from what happened in the office, that deep down she very much got into it. If she got unexpectedly aggressive even when being raped, then she was going to have to have that hanging over her head, thanks to Lance. "By the way, I will expect you to swallow it all."

Groaning a bit as she started to suck his cock, he smirked and stroked her hair. "Okay. That feels very good. Keep that up." He said. Of course, he was a bit curious a bit about something. Moving his foot, he began to gently rub his foot along her slit. "Let's see how wet you really are. I said I wouldn't fuck you. This is different." He explained to her as his foot slid along her opening as she sucked him off. "Swear to god, body like yours and your skills? You should be getting a dick in you at every opportunity." Of course, if he had his way that's exactly what would happen. He had every intention of making Bailey into his personal slut, willing or not. He was hellbent on making her his to enjoy.
 
Once she knew that Lance was thinking about how he could hurt her without doing it directly, she would probably consider sacrificing herself to save them. At the moment, she wasn't aware and had only herself to be concerned when it came to hurting. It hurt her emotionally that she was pretty much a sex slave to Lance for the past 24 hours.

She tried to block out the partial truth he was saying to try and get a rise from her. She did kind of enjoy last night way deep down. The inclusion of a rape scene in the second porn was partially her idea. She always thought that sort of rape scene was pretty hot. After filming it and watching the finished product, she felt that her feelings were exactly correct. If he ever found out she enjoyed watching rape scenes like her own, she figured Lance would also use that feeling against her.

If she knew, he could show her last night's again, again and again. She might not be so submissive right this moment.

His comment about swallow wasn't unexpected. She pretty much knew that guy's enjoyed that. If she had to estimate, she would say that 80% of the blowjobs that she has given in her life had her swallowing at the end.

She put all she had into the blowjob when he groaned and started to stroke her hair. When he did the unthinkable and began to stroke her with his foot, she doubled her efforts to get him off so that her own torment could end. She began to move her head more in rapid motion. It now looked like she was bobbing for something in a tank of water with the speed she was giving him a blowjob.

She also opened her kneeling stance because of his foot action. She really wanted to use her hands to move his foot but fear that he'd get mad and rape her again prevented her from resisting his actions tonight. She could taste that he was about to cum.
 
He had to admit, she was being well behaved. Of course this was just the beginning. Lance was already thinking on the best way to keep her under control, all the fun ways he was going to violate her, and so on. He would continue this abuse on her. He was already planning on the ways to properly break her in. He figured this weekend would be a good induction into her new life. Once he could threaten her with a tape that would land her in jail, he knew it would be tough for her to do anything but obey him far as he could think. And then he would help himself to that squad of bratty girls as well.

Feeling his balls and cock twitch, he groaned loudly. Grabbing her head, he began to aggressively thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. "Good job you little slut. You deserve this." He remarked. With another groan, he released inside her mouth, shooting wave after wave of hot, sticky seed as he grabbed her head and held her there. "That's right. Every last drop." He ordered. It felt good that she was under his control, that she was taking his orders.

Once he was done, he pushed her onto her back. "Have to say, you're not a bad little cocksucker. I can get used to this. Still, your pussy was a much better spot." He remarked, smirking smugly as his cock glistened. Walking over, he held up the Banging Betty 2 DVD. In it was of course what she would expect but also a small flash drive. In that drive was the modified video of her rape and a phone number, his specifically. "Here you go. Hope you enjoy it. I personally enjoy watching the rape scene and hearing you beg like a sexy little slut. You really should be getting dicked regularly Bailey." He used her name intentionally. He wanted it clear she did not have the authority she once had.
 
Miss Baker nearly forgot she agreed to submit to him once he took hold of her head. She was about to use her own hands to resist when she stopped herself and allowed him to complete his second night in a row of using one of her holes. She choked initially from Lance's orgasm. Then like she always tended to do, she began to swallow all of his cum. He would even witness her using her tongue to catch cum that had run onto her lower lip. Miss Baker felt some relief as her body wouldn't get any more sore from what she had just done.

"Are we through for the night? I want to get dressed and catch up with counselor Sparks before she leaves to go home," Miss Baker asked and explained as she accepted the case from Lance. "I'm still Miss Baker to you, Lance. Just because you've raped me and gotten me to suck your cock, doesn't mean you can use my first name here at school," She said while placing the case on a nearby bench and wanted to start putting on her clothes before someone decided to come in to see why lights were still on.

"I'll have to check these disc over the weekend to make sure they are what you say they are," Miss Baker was not yet aware of the flash drive. That would change once she opened both cases over the weekend, which for her would begin as soon as she drove her car off the campus tonight.

Out at the game, Steph and Tia were exchanging texts about next week's two volleyball matches with several other teammates. Miss Baker would find some texts from every player as well. Lucy had gone home because she doesn't like to watch football for to long. The game was in the second half and the home school was losing by ten points. Girl's volleyball and boy's basketball were the better teams on this school campus.
 
Hearing her try to establish some sort of authority annoyed the crap out of him. Who did she think she was? Grabbing her and pressing her against a wall, he forced a kiss on her. "Not a fucking chance. Out there you may be Miss Baker. When we're alone and being my whore you're Bailey. Let's not try to muddle things like that." He remarked, pressing his cock against her pussy as a threat. He could just molest her until he got hard again and rape her of course. Right now she had done her part and it was a simple case of authority. "Don't worry. In the class it's Miss Baker. May get a bit awkward and suspicious if others heard me call you Bailey." He was no fool. He knew better than that.

Taking a step back he smirked. "Just so we're clear. Now, get out of here. You will need plenty of rest. Your mouth won't work next time." He remarked. Of course, little did she know next time would be sooner than she thought. This weekend he was going to fuck her to his heart's content. But she would find that out when it happened. "By the way. Next movie time when you sit by me, no bra. I enjoy a proper view of your tits. And pick something that lasts longer." He told her as he got dressed.

Walking outside, he saw Steph and Tia in the bleachers. If only they knew what he had done to their coach. Not to mention he had gotten a good view of both those beauties. He would love getting the chance to fuck them. In time he intended to break them in, violate them fully. As he walked past, he gave them a small, simple smile. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Silently? He was picturing them how he had seen in the locker room and what he would do to them if he had his way.
 
Terror filled her head as Lance pinned her to a wall. She could feel his cock brushing against her exposed and sore pussy. She could see the desire and evil in his face. His words were also getting through to her and she wanted to cry again. When she found out he wasn't actually going to rape her there against the wall, she only felt a little better because of what she had just been told.

She began to gather her clothes and the DVD while thinking about what he said in regard to a longer documentary and going without a bra in the classroom. After dressing and starting to drive home, she had to pull over at a gas station and park to cry it out. "I have to do something about him. He can't get away with what he did to me. Oh, my god. I just swallowed his cum and didn't try to stop him again," she couldn't come up with explanation for why she wasn't starting her car to drive to nearest police station.

She just drove home and took a long hot shower to try and get her mind off of Lance. When she remembered to retrieve both DVD's from her car, she took them into her study and began to watch the first one. It was the real deal. She ejected the disc and broke it in half before throwing it into trash can. When she opened the second case, the flash drive fell out and landed at her feet. Miss Baker picked it up and walked over to her desk. Her computer was already on so she inserted the flash drive.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she screamed. Her instant response to seeing that a file on the drive was titled, "Bailey Banged."

She ran out of the study to lock her doors and secure her windows before getting a knife from the kitchen and returning to the study. "Please be a joke. Please don't tell me he recorded me being raped," she began to talk to herself.

"Oh, No. My classroom, me, my desk, I'm saying I want him to rape me," she fast forwarded the video that was playing. "I'm having an orgasm," she dropped the knife onto her desk as she watched herself cum from the rape on her own computer screen.

She started it all over to see just how fucked up Lance got her. She was crying by the time it played once. But she couldn't stop watching it because she had to see if there was anything on it that could protect her from going to jail.

Heading home from the game after the school loss, Tia said bye to Steph with a hug after Steph's parents dropped her off at her home. "I don't want to go to the prom unless I have a date," Tia whispered to Steph. "Don't worry, I bet you'll have one by Christmas," Steph would try to fix her up with someone, if needed. "I'm not taking Santa Claus to my senior prom," Tia laughed as she received a letter from her mother that had arrived in the mail earlier in the day.

It was just her paycheck from her ice cream parlor job. Actually, a tax document as well. She had been expecting it because she never got it last month.
 
Lance watched the two girls for a bit from a distance. He had to admit, those two were quite enticing. Tia had a nice, full pair of tits and Steph just had a body that to Lance screamed for some time in the bedroom. He would have to find a reason to talk to Steph and get her alone. As for Tia? He had easy access to her at her work. He could simply visit whenever she was there. Outside of her volleyball, she certainly seemed to be devoted to that. All he would have to do is use that to his advantage. That was something he could live with.

After a few moments of admiring the two, he left the game. He wanted out of there before everyone else. Besides, he was more than amused. He could only imagine what would happen when Bailey saw his Bailey Banged video. It had her beg to be raped and her on the desk. Of course anything that could indicate it had actually been a rape was taken out of it. It was just her getting fucked on her desk and her really getting into it. Then it progressed like it had when he raped her until he came inside her. The rest of it was left out because it was by and large irrelevant at that point. As far as the police would be concerned it seemed fully consensual.

Lance went home and watched the video himself. Or his version rather, which was the full context. Her panic was so sexy. The look on fear was absolutely precious. Of note to him was the moment she gave in and actually became an active participant. It was an odd bit of situation for sure. Perhaps he was more right than he claimed to be about her. Maybe deep down she did get off being degraded and violated. He could work with that of course. Now he just needed to think of a plan. He had no doubt that she was panicking right now. He would let her sleep through it tonight. He knew the next step, and that had been to find out where she lived. Of course he could skip it because that had been done thanks to a lovely little school directory. So he decided to call it a day.

~~~~~

Waking up, Lance decided to get on with the day. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Getting ready, he drove off to a park near where Bailey lived. Walking there, he tried to open the door gently. It seemed as though the door was locked. Damn. Thinking of the next plan, he decided he would simply wait for her to show herself and catch her when she stepped out from the house. Of course he had a surprise for her in his pocket. Just in case he had grabbed some handcuffs. Simple but effective in case she proved troublesome. Deciding to pull a fast one on her, he rang her doorbell obnoxiously. No doubt she would likely think it was some kid who was pulling a prank. Quickly moving, he hid behind a bush just to wait.
 
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