Miss Baker's Naughty Secret (for Pandemonium)

[Yoga Princess]

Bailey needed alcohol after finding the flash drive and watching an edited version of Thursday's after school events. She didn't even have time to check her phone to see that she had been sent 20 new messages. Most from members of the volleyball team that she coached and treated like daughters or sisters.

The sad state she was left in also caused her to miss dinner and go to sleep after taking some more pain killers. By the morning, she finally exchanged ideas with counselor Sparks over breakfast at Panera Bread. She also found a discreet way to talk to the older woman about teacher and student relations. She told a lie about almost wanting to have relations with one of her teachers when she was the age of many on the volleyball team.

Counselor Sparks simply told her, she knew many students and teachers who have never crossed the line and that we also probably don't hear about many such relationships that actually exist in secret. She left there not feeling any better about her own blackmail situation.

After getting gas for her car, she looked into taking up self defense at a local gym. The owner practically laughed her out of the place. He had said, "Become a man, ain't nobody with a body like that saving herself unless she gets a gun!"

She found the whole a woman can't defend herself unless she gets a gun saying to be crazy. She could never shoot someone as much as she hated Lance, she didn't wish him dead. She did head home and try to put a knife under her pillow. That idea ended when she nearly cut herself trying to hide it. She decided to just forget about Lance for rest of her morning. That was until she felt sore while doing laundry and moping her kitchen floor.

Bailey had just put away a load of laundry and taken the lint from dryer to throw it into the trash when she heard annoying person pressing on the doorbell. Walking upstairs from her laundry room, she looked through the peephole and didn't see anyone. Then not using her best judgement, she opened the door to look in the mailbox because sometimes the carrier left a note, if he or she was unable to deliver a package. She was wearing a plaid button up shirt that was tied at the belly, which meant her belly button was being bared. Then she also had on white denim shorts that were belted. It had been a warm morning and she felt like wearing something from spring in the fall.

She wouldn't have been showing so much of her body had she known Lance intended to spend some of the day with her. She didn't find anything in the mailbox. It was mounted to the wall just inches from the doorbell. Looking out from the small porch she was ready to go back inside and lock the door.

 

[Pandemonium]

Seeing her answer the door, Lance smirked a bit. Of course Bailey would be wearing something that showed some of her body. He may have been snarky with her but what he said was true in that she was very attractive. No doubt she liked to have it in a position to be appreciated in the comfort of a place not at school. He would be getting quite the show today. This day was important. If he was going to go after the girls she was so fond of then he needed to take her down enough to where he could without fear of any reprisal. Fact was she could cause a moderate level of inconvenience for him if she wanted, and he would rather avoid that even if the blowback for her was worse.

Walking up to her as she checked the mail, he grinned. "Hey Bailey. You are looking nice today." He remarked simply. As he did, he gave her ass a little pat. Really it was just to show a bit of dominance against her. "You are looking a lot better than yesterday. Did you catch the game yesterday or did you go home to enjoy a video?" He asked. Yes, he was rubbing the rape video turned porno into a casual conversation. As he spoke he shifted a bit to get between her and the doorway a bit. There was no way he was going to make it so simple. "How about we go in and have a little chat?" He asked. Simple suggestion, but still.

Lowering his voice, he spoke simply. "Let's go in or I wait here. Then when people ask I will have to explain a couple things you do not want me to." He threatened a bit. He knew it would be enough to get the point across. Still, she did need to learn who was in charge here. Of course, she would likely figure out that his own plan was probably something sexual in her own home but still. Reaching over, he gave her breast a slight squeeze, just as a bit of amusement for him. Of course, she was rather sexy. He doubted she suspected today she was basically going to be a sex slave but she very well might. He was glad she seemed a bit better than yesterday at least. Being sore today would have been inconvenient for her.

 

[Yoga Princess]

Bailey Baker, the single woman did enjoy having a fit and sexy body that was admired by men and some women. Miss Baker, the high school history teacher and girl's volleyball coach tried not to make her looks a priority whenever she was on the clock as a school employee. The rape occurred after school hours and even last night's willing blowjob was after her capacity as volleyball coach. The molesting during class yesterday was during school and the act she really didn't wish to repeat as she felt a light smack on the back of her white shorts.

Being molested during the documentary and in a full classroom was something Miss Baker didn't wish to repeat. She just didn't have the courage to face what would happen, if she tried to stop Lance from repeatedly doing that every time the classroom was darkened. Know that it was Lance who had pressed repeatedly on her doorbell, she actually felt some relief because at-least she knew what Lance wanted.

Of course, he could always want it more than she wanted it.

"You evil young man," she let that slip in a soft voice when he taunted her about enjoying a video. Then before she could run back inside, Lance was in the doorway of her single story home. It had a garage and laundry room on a basement level, but other than that once up on the porch and inside, every room was on the same level. "That wasn't part of the..." she stopped herself from continuing as she was on wrong side of the doorway with her back to the street.

"Stop that, Principal Nichols lives down the street," she explained while batting his hand away from her chest after he reached out to squeeze one of her breast through her revealing plaid shirt. It was a neighborhood where twenty five percent of the residents worked for the school district including the principal of the high school, a very religious and spiritual man.

She was still kind of sore and some of the sore feeling had reminded her of good sexual encounters with partners. That kind of sore meant their was intense passion with the lover, the night before she became sore. She hoped Lance wouldn't cause that kind of sore feeling to replace the kind he had caused two night's ago.

"Let's go inside, would you like a drink?" She began to walk straight for him and the doorway. Her hope was to push him into the house so she could shut the door before someone walking by or looking out a window at her home could see her talking to a teenage boy on her porch.

This also allowed him to simply embrace or feel her body as she tried to push against him with her sexy body. She was wearing a red bra under her shirt and white panties under her white shorts.

 

[Pandemonium]

Lance merely smirked a bit when she began to speak about the deal. "I think given what we both know is also on video, the nature of the deal has changed. If you're worried about someone seeing, then we should go inside. Don't worry by the way. I parked at the park, nobody will be any the wiser on that." He explained to her, stepping in to conceal himself. She did have a degree of a point. If someone did see him questions would be asked. He'd rather keep the threat of her being busted than have it actually happen, and someone seeing him could probably lead to one too many awkward questions about that.

Walking in her house, he looked around a bit. Small but it still was very nice. "I am going to guess this place is not something afforded on your teacher salary. So what, good inheritance?" He asked. It would make sense. "No drink. Let's go have a chat though." He remarked, putting his arm around her waist to pull her close and squeeze one of her breasts as he walked. "I think we need to lay out things from here." He was getting eager now. If she looked at his pants, she would see a very hard cock and given her past experiences with him it would not take much for her to figure out where his mind was.

Walking into the kitchen, he let her go by the counter. "So here is the deal. Our previous deal is done. Both parts of that got carried out. Now, the new deal is this. Unless you want everyone in town thinking you fucked a student with all that would entail, from now on you answer to me sexually. From now it is what I want when I want. Unless you'd like to go to jail for having sex with a student. And don't bother thinking to try saying I raped you. One look at that video and your credibility is shot." He said pointedly. He was going to dictate the terms. He had her now and she knew it. It was just a matter of simply making her obey.

Walking right up to her, he undid her belt to her shorts. "Right now I think I got a fun idea. I am thinking you and I stay in and we watch one of those tapes while I fuck you. I want to bang Bailey today." He whispered and forced a kiss on her lips, enjoying the feel of her lips on his. Of course, this would be the test. Would she comply or resist? Didn't matter to him, he would fuck her willingly or rape her, both worked. Either way from what he said it was clear Lance had every intention of violating Bailey with a high level of frequency today. This time there was nobody to walk in, nothing that really could stop him if he started except her. It was a tough bind.

 

[Yoga Princess]

Bailey just looked at him in shock as he spoke about how their deal has now changed. She crossed her arms over her stomach while digesting his words. She had left hand resting on top of right elbow and right hand tucked inside her left elbow. Then once they were inside together for the first time, she dropped her arms down to her sides. She felt naked already just by the way he had already seen her naked over the past two days.

"My parents got it for me when they retired because they wanted me to have a home to call my own after I became a teacher," she began to weep as she spoke to him about how she came to live in the small home. She never expected to offer her rapist, a drink in her own home. He was more blackmailer than rapist after last night though. Then pulled by her waist into him, she winced as he gave one of her breast a squeeze. No soreness up there, just annoyed that she couldn't stop him from squeezing one of them.

There was no need to look at his groin, she had felt it when they first embraced inside her living room. Being forced to walk by him also allowed her to feel his hardness and see it when he let her stand by her counter. She was actually sad that the first deal was now done because she didn't want there to be more than one deal in the first place.

"Answer to you sexually like ... yesterday," she wasn't asking question as she knew the answer. She was just being a bit of a brat again. "I still have a life outside of the classroom and, you..." she stopped mid sentence as he walked right up to her. "You can't..." she was going to add "do this", but he undid her belt and that had her thinking about Thursday night when she tried to knee him in the groin.

Now her eyes couldn't leave his groin as he spoke about fun idea and watching her porn video as they had sex. Then he forced a kiss upon her and she fell back against the counter. "Stop!" she pushed him away to break the kiss. "Not in here, not where I have to fix food and entertain guest with food," Bailey tried to set a few off limits areas and this was one of the places, her kitchen.

"I already broke the two DVD's after I opened the cases and found them to be authentic. I can show you," she explained as her loosened shorts had dropped down her hips to reveal waistband of her panties. "In my study," she spoke as she held the shorts to stop them from falling any further.

 

[Pandemonium]

Lance was a bit amused by her breaking the kiss and trying to set a boundary. It was a cute attempt. However, she did need to learn that she was not the one calling the shots at all. Grabbing her shirt,he squeezed the two parts and tore it open, sending the buttons flying. "Let me be clear about this Bailey. You don't get to tell me to stop. You can ask me not to, but you do not tell me. I should simply fuck you right here for that, but consider this your one warning." He said, giving both her breasts a sharp squeeze through her bra. He needed to get the point across and the sooner the better.

Frowning slightly, he thought it over for a moment. "Well I found it online, so it shouldn't be too hard to find it again." He said simply, shrugging. "Alternatively, I suppose we could go with this." Lance reached into his pocket and pulled out another drive. "We got both the unedited and director's cut on this one. Personally I enjoy the real thing more, but both are nice." He explained. Yes, he was planning to fuck her while watching a video of him raping her. He figured that would break her a bit.

Giving her a bit of space, he grinned. "And to answer your earlier question yes. Like yesterday. You do what I say and everything is fine. If not...." He let it hang. He knew it would be letter to let her assume she knew what he would do. "So here is what I want you to do. We can go to your bedroom or your study, whichever you want. Either way, I think I want round two with that pussy of yours." He explained, a sort of odd eagerness in his voice. Right now he was excited. He basically had his teacher as his personal playtoy. She was going to have a rough day for sure. "As far as your life outside the classroom goes, as long as my needs are met then do as you please. There will be consequences if you fail to." He explained vaguely.

 

[Yoga Princess]

She was in a conflict. Willingly having sex with him would give him exactly what he wanted from his teacher and resisting would also give him what he wanted because both would end with his cock inside her pussy. She banged into the counter after he ripped open her plaid shirt. She cried out as he mauled at her breasts through her red bra. Then she moved her arms up and crossed them over her chest when he let go of them.

She was so scared that not even his slight frown could be seen as a small victory for her. She would not tell him that she owned some of the DVD's already. Prior to taking her current job, she found some of them on websites where people could sell used products. Using some of her savings, she bought them with the hopes that it would protect her from something like what she was now experiencing. Most of them were put away into a safe deposit box at her bank. But she kept one of each in her closet along with other items she wanted to hang onto for sentimental reasons.

Her eyes got big suddenly when Lance provided an alternative viewing plan. When she crossed her arms, her white shorts slipped down to expose more of her white panties. "Will I ever do enough to get the unedited destroyed?" she asked not even trying to hide how scared she was in her tone. "If not, I could lose everything and go to jail," she offered a guess as she thought about either taking off her shorts or the bra to try and offer him something. Then she chose to do neither when he spoke about bedroom or study for where they could have sex.

"I'm still sore. Not saying I can't or won't, just don't want to be dry when I'm fucking because I'm still sore," Bailey was submitting again and hated how his face looked whenever she submitted. "Your asking me to pick a room so you can fuck me in it," Bailey began to cry again. "While also asking me to watch myself on video while your fucking me," Bailey took a breath. "If I get my copy of Banging Bradley, will you fuck me in the study?" she attempted to divide and conquer the two of two options.

Her study and bedroom look similar to these pictures:

 

[Pandemonium]

Hearing her ask about the unedited version, he thought for a moment. He suspected this was some sort of trick. "Here is the deal. I am going to keep them to make sure you keep good behavior. When I am done with you for good then of course the original will be destroyed with the edited kept to make sure you never try to claim rape." He explained to her calmly. He had thought this out of course. "Until that time, I would not think of it as doing enough. You're ass is mine. Well, actually all of you is mine now, but you get the concept." Lance told her. He wanted her to understand the situation just so it was simpler for her.

Thinking for a moment, he nodded. "Make it the second one though. I much prefer the sequel. But the study could work well." He remarked. Of course, he was eyeing her panties with lust in his eyes. It did not take much to guess his thought process. "But ya, we got all day so wherever works for me." He nodded, walking up to her and yanking her shorts to her knees, revealing her white panties to his gaze. Wiping her tears a bit from her crying, he nodded. "Don't worry. It will be a lot easier than last time." He acknowledged. He figured if nothing else that would help reassure her a bit.

Walking with her to the study, he saw a desk, the weights, and a ball. "So here is the deal. I want you to put on your movie, and then I want you on that desk with your legs spread. Since you got to suck me off yesterday, I think it's only fair I get to taste you." He remarked, revealing exactly how he planned to get her wet for him to fuck her. Cupping her pussy, he gently began to rub it through her panties. He was doing this both to prepare her and establish that this was his to fuck. "Besides, with us here I don't want to hear you hold back. I want to hear every moan, every sexy little noise that comes from your mouth. Do you understand me?" He asked.

 

[Yoga Princess]

She watched him holding the drive as he explained how things would be going with it. She would have hard time keeping her behavior on the good submissive side. She had been a brat and some part of her was still a brat. "Yeah, I get the concept," she rubbed her face to get some of the tears off to see better.

"Of course, he wants the more graphic one," she thought and felt regret for even mentioning she had a preference between the two. Then she got a little angry when he tugged down her shorts and wiped away more of her tears. She wasn't reassured by his words because she had a plan to try and trick him.

She was trying to time her steps with his as she showed him the way to her study. Then things took on a interesting tone. She wasn't expecting him to mention wanting to taste her with his mouth. That was one of her vices, if done right, she'd melt for any guy. She couldn't allow him to bring her that kind of pleasure. "Listen, I don't need you to get me wet like that," she said while making sure she was facing him. "We can just make out for a little," she explained and proceeded to kiss him and run his hands up and down his arms.

She would continue and then try something different than a knee to his groin. She decided to make a fist and punch him in the stomach. She hoped this would give her enough time to lock herself in the bedroom and climb out a window to run for it, again. She just didn't count on being caught and losing yet again.

 

[Pandemonium]

Lance had to admit, he was shocked a bit when she seemed to want to kiss. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, he put his hands lightly on her waist as he kissed her. He had to admit, if this was what he had to work with, he could live with it. She just needed to be put in her place a bit and it seemed to be a case of problem solved. That was something he could manage at the very least. As long as she was obedient, everything would be perfectly fine.

Of course, Lance never saw the gut punch coming. Quickly following after her, he whipped out the handcuffs and rammed his body into hers, sending both her and him into the wall. "That does it!" He snapped and quickly cuffed her hands behind her back. "I was going to be gentle but now you are in for it!" He remarked, looking at the bedroom nearby. It was tempting for sure, but no. What he had seen in the study had given him another idea entirely.

Dragging her back by her cuffed hands, he threw her into the study. "Well now I got a different plan." He said, closing and locking the door. Right away he went to work, using her computer and hooking it up to the TV. "I think you and I are going to enjoy a bit a repeat of what happened last time you tried to be a little brat and escape." He said. If she looked at the screen it would very clearly be the start of their conversation. This was the director's cut, when she was clearly raped by him. He was going to make her watch her previous rape while raping her.

Grabbing her bra, he tore it down the middle, rendering it useless. "Now, you are lucky I need you in good condition. So here is the deal..." He began and tore her panties clean off, the garment clearly useless now. Slowly he began to take off his clothes too. "I am going to touch you while we watch this, then we will watch it again while I fuck you senseless." He said and hit play on the screen. While the video talked before getting to the good stuff, he sat her on his lap. One hand went to her pussy, rubbing the mound. Meanwhile another hand went to her breast. "Get used to this Bailey. You're going to spend a lot of time with my dick in you." He whispered.

 

[Yoga Princess]

She didn't want Lance to taste her and find out how weak she could be when it came to being tasted. This set off a chain of events that she would regret by the time he sat her down on his lap.

She genuinely tried to maintain the act as she kissed him and even gave him her tongue. Then she went in for the punch and thought she had enough time to lock herself in the bedroom. She only served to show him the way to it as he once again caught up to her.

She cried upon impact and hoped the noise would alert a neighbor, but not even loud music was enough to bother her neighbors so she had failed again. The cool feel around her wrists caused her to call him something that was inaudible. "Help! Somebody, call the cops!" she called out but it was fruitless. Nobody except Lance could actually hear her now.

She also tried to drag her feet as she was being dragged. All that accomplished was her shoes getting left behind in the hallway. The sound of the study door engaging and locking sent a chill through her body. Would he do something worse than Thursday night now that she had punched him. She screamed again for help as her bra and then her panties were ruined. "Please, please Lance. I'm sorry, I won't disobey you ever again," Bailey wasn't completely broken or submissive but she was ready to try as she watched him shed the last of his clothes.

"Can we try making out again?" she asked as his hand went to her pussy. "We can six nine and I'll lick you as you lick me?" she tried to once again have some control over what they did. She then saw the scene from Thursday playing out on her own TV just like last night when she played the flash drive contents on the computer size screen. "I was afraid you tasting me would drive me crazy," she admitted her true feelings about being tasted by a man. Then she cried. "I'm easy that way," she spoke in shame to her blackmailer as her most recent rape scene played out on the TV.

 

[Pandemonium]

Lance listened to her whining and pleading and couldn't help but roll his eyes. Honestly he was annoyed by it. "Two out of three times now Bailey. Two out of three." He remarked simply. It was clear he was not buying the whole submissive notion of her not trying anything. It was safe to say that ship had sailed. "I see a more firm approach is needed with you. No matter. We got plenty of time to fix your behavior." He said, his tone clear. She was not going to be fooling him after that. "Tell me, even if you escaped, the tape would then get out. You'd be wanted for fucking a student. Did you even think past getting out here?" He asked simply.

As he began to molest her, he kissed her neck lightly, nibbling on it a bit. "Oh you are easy now huh? Well maybe a bit of humiliation is what you deserve for being so disobedient just a bit ago." And with that, Lance slipped a finger inside her right as the Lance on screen began to rape her on her desk. "Personally, I have to wonder if you just like getting violated. That last half-baked escape plan is making me wonder if you just like being punished. Am I right?" He asked. He was actually getting a bit curious at this point. If she was a brat back then like the new volleyball girls, maybe she had some of those behaviors still in her. Not that it mattered, but he was curious.

As he fingered her, she would feel his cock hard and rubbing against her while she sat on his lap. "Here is one of my favorite parts. Where you show yourself for the slut you are." He said as her on screen self slammed herself into his cock. "Look at you, getting off to your own rape. What sort of girl does that?" He asked. Right now his goal was fairly simple. He was trying to break her spirit a bit. Plus he had to admit, this talk was kind of turning him on as well. "Don't worry, you'll really get it when my cock is in you. I think you remember how that felt."

 

[Yoga Princess]

She was starting to think she had a big mouth as she was now telling Lance things to try and get him to stop doing one thing in order to do another thing. If that didn't put her on the same level as some of her own students, she would be lying to herself. His two of three taunt made her feel a bit shamed by Lance. She turned her head to signal no when he asked how much thought went into her escape plan. "No plan at all," she thought as he had again gotten the better end of that deal.

"Yes, I love sex," she admitted something he probably already knew. Nobody held a gun to her head in the two Australian porn videos and she had a chance to consent to him the night he bent her over her desk, too. "Mmmmm!" she gasped as he began to finger her in rhythm with her on screen rape. "The rape fantasy in Banging Bradley 2 was my idea," she again gave him some useful information. "The director took me aside and threw questions at me and I let it slip," she paused to moan again and focus on how she wrapped her legs around him on the screen.

Then she felt a hardness under her and winced from a more intense intrusion by his finger. "Oh, God! I came three times," she finally noticed just how well his recording captured that moment as he was about to get her do that all over again in her own study. "Please, don't. Not again, I don't want to cum for you again!" Bailey tried to use her legs to get off his lap but he was just to strong for her. When the video cut off, she knew that it would be starting all over very soon and that he would likely keep his word to fuck her as it played for second time. Bailey Baker was no longer dry.

 

[Pandemonium]

Lance was not shocked that she liked sex. Of course someone who starred in a porno liked sex. You sort of have to if you are going to let people film you going at it. However, Lance had to admit that he was shocked that the rape bit was her idea. That was interesting to say the least. "Well, now you are going to be living that sort of thing a lot more frequently. From now on, you're my little sex slave until I see fit to end this. And believe me, I do not plan to end this anytime soon." He explained to her as he continued his assault on her body.

When she admitted she came three times and begged, he smirked. "Oh? He asked and smirked a bit. "Well, get used to it. I am going to rape you again, and I am going to make you cum. Get used to it Bailey, this cock will have you cumming all day and with a pussy like yours? Well, let's just say whatever birth control you're on better be strong." He taunted. As he did he rolled her off him and began to work on resetting the movie. He had to admit, her pussy felt good wrapped around his cock. He loved it last time he fucked her. While she was unwilling, inside her was eager to please for sure.

As it started once more with the talking, he grabbed her and bent her over the yoga ball, facing the TV. Using one hand to hold her hair to force her head to see the TV, he positioned his cock at her pussy, sliding along her lower lips. "Deep down, you enjoy being raped by a student you little slut." He whispered. And with that, Lance slid into her tight, wet passage. He could already feel his cock getting squeezed by her pussy. If he had to guess, between the talk and the foreplay her body was probably fired up. With each thrust into her tight snatch, the ball moved back and forth a bit as she was first to endure the sights and sounds once more of the first time he raped her.

 

[Yoga Princess]

Bailey took no issue in sharing her like of sex. It was hard to deny since she had made porn. She would continue to deny liking rape even as she was being raped for second time in three days.

Once she was rolled off his lap, Bailey desired to delay his plan to rape her as long as she could. She wanted to crawl behind her desk except it's impossible when you have your wrists in handcuffs. Her position as Lance moved the yoga ball was similar to downward dog yoga pose as well. Looking out, she sighed as his plan came to light before her very eyes.

She's had sex once with a older man while laying across that very ball. He had picked her up at a bar in town after a long day of grading test papers about two years ago. She had left a pair of glasses on her head when she left home to go to the bar. She often wore them when grading test papers.

The man flirted with her, she flirted with him and after inviting him inside to continue having drinks, she lured him into the study to have sex. They started on the work out bench before ending up on the yoga ball.

Bailey was thinking about the older man when Lance grabbed her by the waist and dropped her down onto the yoga ball.

"No, never again," she denied his accusation and told him she would never again allow him to bring pleasure to her body. "Fuck, I never stood a chance," she spoke about the video she was forced to watch. "I brought my pussy right up to his groin," she thought about the moment he didn't include on the video. The moment she tried to knee him, only to place her pussy closer to his cock. Then in her study, she began to feel her body taking him and baking him again as she could see the exact same thing happening on the screen above.

Tears filling her eyes, Bailey Baker was getting turned on because of a new rape and her two day old rape. "I hate you, Lance!" she said over and over as he was getting just what he wanted from her. He body was shaking and he would feel his pussy tightening as she began to have an orgasm. She was also starting to moan much to her disgust both up on the screen and down on the floor.

 

[Pandemonium]

Hearing her remarks amused Lance greatly. Almost as much as the way her pussy was squeezing his cock snugly, as if welcoming it. "You never will either. From now on you're mine to fuck." He whispered to her as he slid his cock in and out of her. To illustrate the point, he slapped her ass one as he slid in. "For a girl being raped, look at how willing you were to help out in that video. One would almost think you staged that part just so you could justify it to yourself as a rape later. Deep down, you wanted it." He said, playing another mind game with her as he gave her hair a sharp tug.

Her complaints about him only made him laugh as she came. Groaning at her pussy squeezing his cock, it would be clear he was going to cum in her soon. "But....you love....this cock....you slut." He pointed out. As he did he gave one final thrust, burying his cock as deep as it could go in her tight body before shooting inside her, wave after wave of his vile seed shooting to claim her as her pussy worked to milk every last drop of it from his body and into hers.

Sliding out of her, he watched as some of it dripped out. "Now that is my good little slut. If you ever think of crossing me again, think of what your little acolytes would say if they saw you getting fucked like a bitch in heat." He pointed out, then went to her front and used her hair to wipe his cock. Uncuffing her, he smirked smugly by the door and just watched her for a moment. He wanted to see how she handled this latest violation.

 

[Yoga Princess]

"I'm not going to explain why I did that," she said softly when he brought up how she ended up wrapping her legs around him the other night. She viewed that act as a moment of weakness and her body doing what needed to be done to make her feel more safe while she was being violated.

She was moaning and panting by the time Lance unloaded cum into her again. The effect of being raped while laying over her exercise ball had given her high blood pressure and she was also sweating by now. Having also reached her own orgasm, she was ashamed to admit that maybe she only tried to escape so that Lance could rape her again. The idea of telling him any of that would remain out of the question for now.

Deep down, Bailey Baker harbored one fantasy that, if Lance ever found out would probably be her doom sexually. The video was also coming to a big end as she looked up without being forced to look up. "If they ever find out, I'm sure they will believe me and not a word that you say," Miss Baker believed her players would easily take her side given how much alike them she was. Her words said as he used her hair as a towel.

The first thing she did once her wrists were free was to touch them with her fingers to comfort herself. Then as she supported her weight by holding onto the ball, she grimaced due to the exhaustion of another rape. She was also sore and cried a little as she moved to get up into sitting position on the ball. "If I don't cross you again, will the rapes stop?" Miss Baker coughed between saying again and the rest of her words.

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Across town, Lucy was about to hang out with a boy that she hoped would ask her to the Winter Formal as she was sick during Homecoming Week last month. Steph was picking Tia up at her home to meet other members of the Volleyball team to shop for both Halloween and the Pool Party. Steve was in the food court when he bumped into Terrance who was in another history class.

"Hey, did you watch the documentary yesterday?" Terrance asked. "Yeah, why. Need some help figuring out who the guest speaker will be?" Steve replied. "No, I had to miss class because of football. Did Miss Baker say why she was limping during your period? I saw her limping back towards class but couldn't stop to ask, if she was alright," Terrance laughed. "Something about over doing it in yoga class," Steve snickered. "BTW, great catch last night. To bad Curtis got called for holding on the play. You had a sure touchdown," Steve continued.

"Hey, got to go. Lucy is waving at me," Terrance left the food court when he spotted Lucy over by Hot Topic. "Lucy and a football player?" Steve thought. "How could that happen?" the again thought. He had Lucy pegged as being a lesbian but maybe she was bi-sexual.

In the car, Steph was telling Tia she should ask Curtis out because he sure knows how to hold. "No, he cost us a touchdown," Tia interrupted. "I'd rather go stag than dance with an offensive lineman at the Winter Formal," Tia continued.

"Come on, don't you think he'd want to hold those all night long?" Steph reached over to cup one of Tia's breast through her t-shirt. Then both girls laughed as Steph turned into a shopping center parking lot.

 

[Pandemonium]

Hearing her lack a proper explanation made him smirk. He had a feeling he had a good idea why. He may have been rubbing it in her face, but he suspected she couldn’t resist her own biological urges. When there was a cock, she gave in. It was as simple as that. “Don’t he worried, you’ll get used to my cock in time. Just do as I say and it will be a lot easier.” He explained to her. He let her relax and catch her breath for a bit.

Looking at the pictures on the frame, he smirked a bit. “Oh I have no doubt without proof. However you saw the edited version. What are the odds of them sticking my you on that once they see a video of you fucking a student like a bitch in heat? Well, maybe Steph but the rest would crumble in their support.” He admitted. He would give her Steph on that one.

Looking around her things, he saw her volleyball picture. “Damn, you were cute in high school. Wouldn’t have minded a fuck with you back then. Of course given what you’re at now doesn’t speak well for the rest but still.” He remarked. Then he started browsing through things. “Oh?” So someone had a volleyball uniform. How cute. It would be a shame if something happened to it.

Walking over, he forced her to stand up. “Here is the deal. You get fucked whenever I want. If you resist yes you will be raped. Do as I say and you won’t. Although I should expect it since you seem to love being raped so much.” With that he saw where his cum and her juices had pooled out of her. “By the way, clean that mess up. As part of your punishment I want you to lick it clean.” He ordered, grabbing a chair and sitting in it.

 

[Yoga Princess]

She tilted her head as she sat on the ball recovering from yet another rape. He was looking around her study, paying particular attention to a picture frame on the wall behind her desk. It had ten small pictures surrounding a large picture. The large one taken when she received her teaching certification. Those forming the circle began with her receiving an honor student award in middle school and progressed upward in age. They highlighted different phases in her life that led to her becoming a history teacher. One had her in her volleyball uniform during her junior year as the captain.

"You really think they'd crumble?" she frowned as she asked. "Thanks, I think," she replied to his cute comment. When he bent over she knew he was doing more than just admiring photographs. A box of printer paper sat on a clothing trunk for her winter clothes or summer clothes depending on the season. It also contained her old volleyball uniform that surprisingly still fit her. The top was green and the shorts black. The colors of her high school in a neighboring county.

She was bracing herself on the fitness ball when he returned from snooping. "Can I just wet vacuum it up in the nude for you?" she pointed to the wet vacuum off in corner opposite the clothing trunk and behind him at the moment. The type of carpet in the study frequently needed to be wet vacuumed. "Then I'll get you hard again and we can fuck some more in the bedroom," Bailey decided to offer him sex without use of rape for the first time. She wasn't sure if he saw a post note on her computer monitor or not. It said Steph 2:30pm and another name at 3pm with today's date written down as well. It was now 1:50pm.

 

[Pandemonium]

Lance considered for a moment what she offered. "Alright, I think that is reasonable." Lance remarked. "You clean up and then I am going to make you bounce on my cock. I fully expect good behavior this time." He remarked. From the tone in his voice it was clear that he was at least a bit suspicious of her offer. So far all three attempts involved in some way an avoidance to getting fucked. To say the very least her to offer it to him on a silver platter was something that made him a bit suspicious. Still, he supposed he could see if it was true. "But let me be clear. You try anything stupid again and I will cuff you to that bed. Then I will call my folks to say I am at a friends house and going to stay the night so I can fuck you over and over all weekend." He threatened. He figured that would get the point across to her.

Turning his attention away from her for a moment, he once more went to looking around. While taking his drive out, he saw something odd. It had Steph's name and a name with times. How odd. He was not entirely sure what to make of that. He would have to ask. Still, he continued to look while she used the wet vac. Seeing a trunk, he looked once more at the uniform, then her. He seemed to remember part of Banging Bradley 2 where she played a virgin teen that got banged by her tutor. It wound up with her trying to get him to pull out in time but instead getting a load of cum inside her. Perhaps he could get her into that role.

When the vacuuming stopped, he looked at her. "Hey Bailey? So what is happening with Steph and this other person later today?" He asked her. He figured she may want to let him know with the times approaching. Walking up to her, he gently stroked her hair, pulling it back. "Surely you didn't forget to tell me about some sort of appointment you had." As he spoke, his hands snaked around her and grabbed her breast, pressing her back against his chest. Squeezing her breasts, he began to roll her nipples between his fingers.

 

[Yoga Princess]

Bailey was relieved that she was allowed to use the wet vacuum. The thought of licking up cum wasn't the part that drove her to make her request, it was the fact that the cum was on a carpet. If it had been on her desk or a floor, she would have done it to avoid another rape or being handcuffed again. She also wouldn't do it without something being held over her head like the content of the drives.

Trying to shake her booty and make her tits bounce as she used the household appliance, Bailey eventually accomplished cleaning that area of the carpet. She was stowing the appliance in a different corner and about to roll the exercise ball back into place when Lance began to ask her about the post note. "Oh, no!" she mouthed to herself with her back to Lance. "Steph wanted to talk to me about next week's matches and the after season party," she raised her voice and continued speaking as she rolled the ball towards the corner. Her ass was facing Lance. Then as she straightened up, she felt his presence against her back.

"Then I was suppose to make dinner reservations for the group visiting campus on Wednes - Day," she cried out with her last word as he pulled her back into him. "Ooh, I swear. I was going to tell you and I won't try anything, I'll fuck you and you won't have to hold me down," Bailey submitted as he played with her body. Steph was having ice tea as she walked out of the shop with Tia. They then said goodbye to the other girl's and prepared to head back to Tia's home where Steph would drop her off.

Then Steph decided to update her social media profile pictures with one of the swimsuit try on session pictures. She knew that she was suppose to call Miss Baker soon and also knew not to call before 2:30pm. Bailey was more than willing to let the call go to her machine and call Steph back in the evening. She had a feeling, Lance wouldn't give her a break to talk to Steph or make the dinner reservations. Lucy was excited that she now had a boyfriend as Terrance had finally asked her to be his and taken her to lunch to celebrate.

 

[Pandemonium]

Lance thought it over for a bit. “You know what? Go ahead and do the call when she does. I seem to remember something being said about a party by blondie when I was in the locker room.” He remarked simply, as if not particularly concerned. Of course in his head he had a different idea. He would get her wet and sensitive. Then while she was on the phone he would fuck her again. He wanted to see if she could contain it or not. Plus he could only imagine Steph’s face if she even thought she was hearing sex sounds on the other end of the phone. Actually the thought was pretty funny to him. That was all the motivation he needed, and it would be a good punishment anyway.

Spinning her to face him, he grinned a bit. “Here is the deal though. Let’s take a few minutes and then we can go to the bedroom. I think before I fuck you I am going to want to play with you a bit.” He remarked. Of course, he was going to delay fucking her until it was time for the phone call. Spinning around, he looked at her and pressed himself against her. “Now, I am going to assume you got some form of toys. I am going to want you to get those out.” He said, smiling a bit. Of course he was rather curious what she would have. He figured it would be amusing at least. Letting go of her, he chose not to get dressed. Of course she would not be allowed to either.

Choosing during the reprieve to follow her since he did not trust her in the slightest, he observed mostly. “So I am curious about something. Are you on birth control? I mean I assumed you were but if you aren’t then ya....you may want to be.” Of course he wouldn’t use a rubber. This slut deserved to be filled. However, he could use the threat of taking away her birth control to keep her in line. While he’s rather not knock her up, the threat could possibly scare her a bit.

 

[Yoga Princess]

"You'll let me talk on the phone?!" she responded cautiously surprised as he was one innovative young blackmailer and rapist. She thought if he focused more on putting his mind into school work instead of focusing on how to get into her panties, he might be one of her best students. She was aware that a number of students past and present desired her, she always dismissed them as threats because she was an over trusting teacher. Now she would be suspicious of any student who lingered after class or tried to speak to her away from school.

When she was once again face to face with Lance, she began to be reminded just how young her two time rapist was and that made her want to scream and throw things because it was humiliating to her. The bastard teen had made her enjoy his cock and even swallow his vile cum. Now he was talking about playing with her for a bit. "I have a magic wand," she refused to give away the location for now. She saw her ruined shirt and shorts on the floor and stepped over them as she was allowed to move around.

Before leaving the study, she continued to house keep in the nude. "I'll let you retrieve your drive. I don't want to be accused of trying to destroy it," she didn't know how to eject it from her computer. She just powered off the TV using the remote and then placed the computer monitor on sleep mode. "I'm on pills," she replied to his personal and intimate question. "I'm not reckless when it comes to sex," she couldn't believe she was telling a student about this kind of stuff. "Why is my volleyball uniform out of the trunk?" she saw it sitting on top of the lid as she put the desk chair back behind the desk.

"My magic wand is in my nightstand beside my bed," she gave him the exact details on where she kept it. "I also have a small vibrator in the bathroom medicine cabinet," she continued as she rubbed her arms with her hand. "Do you use sex toys when your not raping your teacher?" she asked with a gulp. She didn't intend to be a brat but it sort of rolled off her tongue so easily in that instance. The very first time she was bratty, that got her a spanking when she was in middle school. She figured he wouldn't mind spanking the entire girl's volleyball team as her eyes returned to her old school uniform.

 

[Pandemonium]

Hearing her shock made him snicker a bit in amusement. "Well unless you particularly piss me off between now and then. So long as you do as I ask ya sure. Go on ahead." He offered. Of course, he did not go into exactly why he was planning to allow her to do this. "Here is the rule. I am going to let you if you masturbate yourself to turn me on. If you do so and avoid cumming, you can do your calls." He figured her first thought would be he wanted to see her sexually frustrated during the calls. Actually his plan was a lot worse than that.

Watching her walk, a bit, he smiled in amusement. "Glad to hear it. I don't think you want to explain getting knocked up by a student." He remarked, smacking her ass a bit. He was amused by this. She was of course quick to notice the uniform. "Oh don't worry about that. I was just amused that you had it on. Actually I might fuck you in it later." He explained, just to see the look on her face. The real question was if he was serious or trying to mess with her. Either way she could not really tell given his tone when he said that.

Her next question came as a shock to him. Mostly because of how bratty it was. Giving her hair a sharp tug, he took her to her room and threw her on the bed. "Actually I got some cuffs as you noticed. As far as sex toys I got you now." He said snidely, pointing out what she basically was at this point. Moving to the bed, he sat by her and put a hand over her pussy and began to gently rub it. "I have to say, I think I can get used to this toy." He remarked. "Now go ahead and grab that toy of yours in the nightstand. I want a bit a show." He ordered, enjoying his authority over her right now.

Leaning back and getting comfortable to enjoy the show, he stroked her hair. "Aside from fucking you though, would you like to know what else gets me off?" He asked. He was of course curious how she would answer. Of course he knew what got him off and knew she would not like to hear it. However, he also had no doubt she was a bit curious herself. "I suppose I can tell you if you want. I mean, like I said, aside from using you as my personal cum dumpster." Again with the degrading insult to her. It was subtle but deliberate with him. He was trying to strip any notion of her authority.

 

[Yoga Princess]

Tia suffered a setback in her quest to find a date for the Winter Formal when she got home to find a hateful message waiting for her on Facebook. It was the brother of the girl she often made fun of in private. Someone likely Lucy had told the girl's brother that Tia often joked about his sister. He told Tia, he wouldn't take her to the formal, if she was the last girl on the planet because he knew she often talked bad about his sister behind her back. Tia would spend rest of the afternoon hold up in her bedroom going through her last three high school yearbooks to see which boy's had written in them.

Steph was doing some research ahead of the next volleyball match. There upcoming opponent had beat them last month during homecoming week and now that they would be visiting the other school during a normal week, the pressure of winning during homecoming was behind them. Having a few players back from hand and knee injuries could only improve their chances of splitting the season series with that school. She also sent a copy of her new profile picture to Miss Baker's personal email account with a note that she might try to call early, if she finishes her research early. That basically involved watching some video of the other school playing volleyball against other opponents.

Now in her bedroom, Bailey was glad to be off her feet as her latest rape had made her sore again. Lance probably enjoyed watching how she walked while naked. As she passed a mirror in her bedroom, she could see some dirt on her ass cheeks. It probably came from how Lance had positioned her with his hands. Everything he said about her old uniform and birth control was starting to sink in as she got ready to retrieve the magic wand from her nightstand. She flinched when he cupped her pussy after joining her on the bed. "No more handcuffs, I'll behave and get it right now," she said before she guided his hand away so she could scoot over to reach the drawer.

It was a simple white wand that was battery powered. Pushing the drawer closed, she sat back on her bed with the wand beside her. "I'll probably regret this. Yes, what else besides me gets you off... Lance?" she paused as she turned on the wand and prepared to use it not the the fullest of her abilities. "Is dumpster really necessary? I know I'm only a history teacher but don't they teach you better in English class." There was a the brat in her again. She really just couldn't help herself. He also might just be the person to fuck the brat from her body eventually.

Then she barely touched the wand to her body and wasn't really looking forward to using it the way she normally used it due to his presence. "Does it have to be a porn video to excite you, Lance?" she was kind of curious now and sort of hoping to get him to see her as a human again. Though she feared he was type who never saw her as a human and rather just a pussy that needed to be fucked. That was definitely the type of character she tried to stay away from during her most active dating years.