The three of them looked to the younger male, seeing his blank stare meet Fiora's. For some odd reason, Fiora felt a cold shiver run through her meeting his gaze. She normally was the one to give that feeling, but now that she was helpless but to succumb to the three of the males perversions, staring at Daemon felt like looking at a serial killer.
Vann smiled as he looked to the passive freshman. "That's true. How about we fill our end of the deal for his cooperation?" he suggested to Sven, gesturing towards the lower half of the headmistress. Sven mimicked his smirk.
"That's right. We did promise him a swing at his crush, didn't we?" Sven added, before putting the phone into his pocket and picking her up. The two pulled her along towards her desk, sweeping the contents off on to the floor and throwing her upper body to the edge, weighing down on her so she was bent over.
"W-What are you two planning!? Stop this now!" she argued, attempting to kick out her legs to free herself. "Please! Don't do whatever it is you plan to!"
"Oh? Begging now are we? Never expected that to come out your mouth. A moan of pleasure, or a plea to continue, but to beg for mercy? I'm shocked." Sven taunted.
"I have a question, Ms. Laurent." Daemon spoke up. Fiora looked to him expectantly, hoping he would come to senses and not do what they had her prepared for. "I have only heard of the one note I sent you. However, I haven't received reply from the ornament I crafted months ago."
"Oh shit…" Vann mumbled, recalling the exact necklace he was tasked to send to her anonymously.
"What happened to it?" he asked, his voice going low. She could practically see the menace emanating from him.
"I…I swear, I didn't…it was…" she stumbled with her words, avoiding his piercing gaze.
"What happened to it?" he repeated, this time much coldly.
"It's…it's…"
"She broke it." Vann said. Fiora looked to him with despair. "Wrapped up in the little box you got for it, she threw it to the ground and crushed it with her heel."
"W-Wait! Daemon, I can explain!" she called frantically, tears beginning to well in her eyes as she realized the dam may have completely broken. "I-I thought it was some lecherous old man's attempt to woo me! I had no clue it belonged to you!"
"Did you care to ask?" he said with and even tone, unbuckling his belt and pulling it from the loops.
"I…I didn't-"
"It's not nice to destroy something a person worked hard on. Regardless to who you ASSUMED it to be." He cut her off before wrapping his belt around for a whip. Without warning or hesitation, he hiked up her dress skirt and slammed the belt across her rear painfully. Fiora yelped out in pain, the sting harsh against her sensitive and soft skin. She had no time to recover as Daemon set forth a barrage of lashings to her rear, each one as painful as the previous. It was a long fifteen seconds of pain, some of which spiked her mind with foreign sensations besides hurt.
"P-Please…it hurts…n-no more…" she whimpered, her tears flowing from the pain down her cheeks, mascara smearing along with it. "I-I'm sorry…!"
"Sorry? You think denouncing the feelings people have is fixable with a 'sorry'?" Daemon growled before spanking her with the leather belt once more, harsh red lines from the constant abuse littering across her bare ass. Sven and Vann, previously holding the woman down on the desk, winced at each strike. "You, who berated your subordinate, humiliated your student, and stomped on the feelings of the one person whom admired you for more than you treated others, expect forgiveness?"
He lashed out more, each strike painful until the feeling within her rear was numb. Her tears stained her face with mascara, her expression of fearful emotions as she had to bear the savage whipping of her ass. "I-I am sorry….please just stop…" she cried weakly.
Daemon stopped, dropping the belt to the floor before unbuttoning his trousers. "No. You're not sorry. Not yet, you aren't." he said coldly. He let his pants and his brief boxers fall to the floor, before he gripped her swollen rear and spread her cheeks, revealing her pucker and her surprisingly moistened pussy. Daemon gripped his erection in hand, aiming it to her lower lips and prodding the entry. Fiora catching on to the intention of the freshman, attempted to turn and protest, but was too late as he stuffed his full length into her deepest point, her verbal complaint shattering with a wail.
"Congratulations, Daemon. You have become a man and tamed the woman you had a crush on." Sven said, standing from the desk and moving to the left of the freshman, pulling out the phone he had in his pocket and starting the video recorder back up. He began filming Daemon thrusting roughly into the Demacian woman's behind, her ass rippling with jiggles as he sheathed himself repeatedly. "This is definitely a historic moment for us that I need to record."
Fiora could care less now about the senior male filming the whole thing. She could care less that her subordinate was sitting next to her, jerking himself back to life as he watched with a carnal glare. The only she could focus herself on was the searing burn of her ass from the harsh spanking she received.
And the horrific pleasure she obtained from Daemon's violent thrusts..
It didn't take a genius to realize that regardless to her argument, to her tears and her pain, to her pleas and prayer for all of this to stop, the three were not going to be finished any time soon. She bit down into her lip, her moans from being fucked ruthlessly failing to conceal themselves. The male's thrusts were inexperienced and sloppy, no doubt. But what they lacked in coordination and finesse they made up for in strength and depth, hitting the forbidden sweet spot she had in her womanhood. It was one rather savage thrust he made into her that broke the hold she had to her voice, forcing a loud moan to break her lips.
"Oh? That was a cute moan you made there, Ms. Laurent. Are we enjoying ourselves now, or are you going to deny it like the arrogant slut you are?" Vann mocked. Fiora could barely turn her head to face the student taunting her, as his associate railed her relentlessly and cut off her chance to rebut.
"Gah…fuck…she's tight as hell…" Daemon groaned, throwing his head back as he experienced his greatest fantasy since he enrolled at the university. He couldn't make heads or tails of how her pussy could be so wet and tight, like a damp vacuum was sealing him within her. "And she's…literally dripping…! She must be loving this."
"N-no…please…" Fiora cried, her make-up completely ruined by the tears and spunk. She yelped in pain as Daemon coiled a mass of her hair in his fingers before pulling her up to stand, letting her breasts bounce with each thrust to the appeal of Sven and Vann.
"Sluts like you…don't get the choice to refuse…" Daemon growled. He moved his hand previously holding to her swelled rear up to her breasts before clenching on her right mound and groping it in circles. "These cow tits…this fat ass of yours…that fuck hole you call a mouth is good for nothing but getting off people so you can be on top…" he felt his climax drawing closer and closer as he thrusted into Fiora. "But now you pay for it all with your body…! I'm gonna cum!"
Fiora widened her eyes, a much greater fear presenting itself as she felt his member within her throb violently. "N-No! You can't! Don't cum inside me! It's not safe…!" she pleaded. Daemon's only response to her begging was to pull her head back so her ear was at his face.
"Then you should have considered this when you destroyed my emotions, you bitch." He whispered to his ear, before groaning and stuffing himself completely within her, his cock letting loose rope after rope of seed against her womb's entrance and burning her from the inside out. Seconds of his cock emptying itself within her passed far too slowly for her, the agonizing truth of her situation leaking from her womanhood down her legs.
Daemon released his grip on her hair, pushing her forward so she fell back onto the desk. Her body went limp, the pain and misery of what she had to bear draining her of the strength she had to resist. Sven laughed heartily at her weakened state as he saved the video he took.
"Now that is how you do it! Good job, Daemon. I got it all recorded and saved into the phone." He congratulated while tossing the phone onto the couch for good this time. Daemon merely panted as he glared at the headmistress. "Now that you had your fun, I believe it is our turn."
"Hell yes. I've been waiting for months to fuck that bitchy mouth of yours, since it seems to enjoy complaining at me. I'll take my turn later in her pussy." Vann agreed, lifting the Demacian woman up and dropping her on the hardwood floors of her office on her back. Sven dropped down to her legs and loosened his tie, untying the rope that bound them to each other by the ankles. When her ankles were freed, he raised them to his shoulders to hang limp while Vann kneeled on the right side of her head. Daemon kneeled to her left side, stroking himself slowly back to life.
Fiora knew that they would not finish with just that. She could see it from the beginning in their eyes their lecherous intent with her being bound and using the photo as blackmail against her. She had prayed it would end soon, that maybe they would have a change of heart, apologize and delete the video before leaving and releasing her. But she knew better about the pubescent agenda, and was foolish to have such hopes.
Where did it go so wrong…? Why is this happening to me? She thought in misery, not even physically resisting her legs being spread wide and exposing her pussy once more, or the hand to direct her head to the right as an erection presented itself to her lips. Her thought was cut off when she felt one of them sheathe themselves into her in one thrust, forcing her to gasp out and give enough of an opening for the second male whom grabbed her head to bury himself into her mouth and start fucking her tongue. She didn't care to restrict her moans, as she knew that it was far from over, and any strength she could save could potentially aid her when it is done.
Vann cocked and eyebrow and smirked, as he noticed the mouth her buried his dick into suddenly felt more compliant, her tongue swirling while her head inched forward into his thrusts. "Haha! She's starting to enjoy it! I knew she was a sex-crazed slut!" he called.
"No kidding. She started tightening up on my dick too!" Sven panted as he pumped into the now needy cunt. "You weren't kidding when you said she was tight, Daemon…it's like a vacuum in here!"
"Seems fitting. She's only worth a good fucking." Daemon replied, his member back to life as he pointed the tip to her face and stroked himself. Fiora looked to the side, seeing the freshman pleasing himself to her being violated and whimpered, almost anticipating his second climax staining her face with another coat of seed to join his upperclassman.
The three of them pleasured themselves on her for another few minutes, insulting and humiliating her with words while violating her mouth and core. Daemon began playing with her exposed chest, squeezing the mound and pinching her erect nipples. He often smacked one of them to make a jiggle, receiving a pained whimper from the woman in response. She had lost track of when they started, and didn't pick up on any of their words until before their second orgasm struck. Sven and Vann's thrusts were labored, and within seconds they groaned loudly before releasing more spunk within her pussy and mouth. She could taste the bitter fluid as it rolled on her tongue and by instinct swallowed it. Another hand grabbed her head and turned her to face her right, to which she met a few spurts of Daemon's climax as he shot it on her face and glasses.
The three of them panted, but stood from their spots and repositioned around Fiora, this time with Vann at her legs and Daemon to her head. Vann flipped her over on her from, raising her ass into the air before spreading her swollen cheeks into the air. Rubbing the head of his dick onto her pucker, Vann aligned himself to her hole before spitting on her blackberry. Fiora looked back in fear, shaking her head for him to stop as she didn't want him to use her ass.
"N-No! Not there! Don't stick that thing in me there!" she pleaded just before Daemon picked her head up off the floor and hilting himself into her throat in one pump to silence her
"Sorry, Ms. Laurent. I don't like used holes." He called to her, before rutting himself completely within her ass. She screamed loudly on Daemon's cock, feeling her anus being ripped apart by the sudden intrusion of her subordinates cock. It took a few seconds to adjust
He grabbed the side of her head and began to throat fuck her, his shaft rubbing along her tongue before digging its way towards her esophagus. The sounds of skin slapping to skin and the choked swallowing Fiora made muffled out Vann and Daemon's pants and calls of satisfaction.
"Congratulations, slutmistress. You have found the place where you truly deserve to be," Sven whispered as he watched on. "Beaten, broken and in tears as your body is used as a fuck toy for those you stepped on and humiliated. And from here on out, you will do whatever we say, whenever we say it, however we want it done."
Daemon groaned, his third climax kicking in faster than his last as he buried himself as far into Fiora's throat as possible before erupting, his hot mass of seed sliding directly into her stomach. She instinctively swallowed the thick liquid, the scalding fluid burning her esophagus as it slid down. Daemon pulled himself back, Fiora coughed violently, some of the seed ejecting to the floor. With her mouth freed of being stuffed, she resumed her moaning, the male currently railing her from behind thrusting even more ravenously into her ass.
"Shit…! I'm cumming!" Vann groaned before slamming into the woman's anus hard and ejecting his own fluids into her body. Fiora's eyes rolled into her skull as Vann's orgasm triggered her own unwanted climax, her core shooting silvery liquids onto Vann's legs. As he exited her system, the accumulated semen that filled her ass and pussy spilled out en masse, pooling on the hard floor.
"I can't believe she came from that. She's a masochist!" Sven cheered, watching the woman twitch and jerk from her receding orgasm. Sven knelt down and turned her head to the side, getting a good look to her half euphoric, half terrified expression. "It's funny how much more attractive you are now that you fit the bill of what you are."
"What next dude? We got the photos, we got the videos, and we had our fun." Daemon spoke as he moved to his pants to redress himself. Sven and Vann followed suit, putting their underwear and pants on. "What now?"
"What the hells?!" a deep baritone voice called from the door. The three looked up to the entrance to see their previously out of commission teacher standing at the door with the head coach to the basketball team. "What are you boys doing?!" he roared.
Fiora looked up from her weakened state, a small smile stretching on her face as she felt the saving grace she had been seeking for a while. She could see Vann taking defensive steps back from where her associates were located, meaning they were still at the door analyzing the situation but restricting their escape.
The three paled at the sudden intrusion of the two teachers, looking to each other hoping for answers. It was Sven who spoke up first. "M-Mr. Dawnings…Mr. Armstrong…We were just…uh…" he stuttered. Dawnings furrowed his brow angrily as he put the pieces together.
"Did…did you three…rape the headmistress!?" he roared, glaring angrily at them. "What the nine hells is wrong with you!?"
"This is insane…why?! How?!" Armstrong called, running a hand through his short blonde hair. "What could possess you three to do something like this!?"
Sven looked to the other two for a split second, before looking to the wide open door and immediately coming up with his next move. Without hesitation, he bolted, nearly running through Vann and sprinting out the doors to the office. Armstrong and Dawnings looked to each other and then to the remaining two males. Daemon and Vann didn't give a pause before they two sprinted quickly towards the door. Armstrong immediately went to chase, but Dawnings grabbed his shoulder, watching the other two leave in haste.
"James! James! Let them go. We don't have time to chase after three kids who are already getting the worst coming to them." Dawnings called.
"What do you mean 'let them go'?! They just sexually assaulted me in my own office! Go after them!" Fiora ordered infuriated that the two would rather remain instead of giving chase.
"Ms. Laurent, you are badly hurt and need medical attention. We can save finding those three for another time since they will be subjected to consequences from the law of Demacia." The dark skinned math teacher explained. "James can you find something to wrap her up in so she's covered fully?"
"Alright…alright. I got it." James replied, looking around the room. He noticed something on the couch nearby, a smartphone on the cushion. He walked over and picked it up, much to the dismay of the headmistress. She knew all the images and video of the ordeal would be in that phone and paled.
"James? Little help here?" the black math teacher called.
"Caleb…check this out…" he called, scrolling through the photos of the three students ruthlessly fucking Fiora. "This has the whole thing recorded. Pictures, video…they really did a number on her."
"Don't look at that! Delete everything on that device!" Fiora ordered. The two looked to her for a second.
"Hold on, Ms. Laurent. We need this as evidence against those three when we catch them." Caleb replied.
Caleb walked over and watched the video alongside the coach. He covered his mouth when he saw the events. It wasn't until the end of the video that the two looked to the prone woman with curiosity. In their hands was physical evidence of three of their students violating their headmistress, their thoughts lingering on not the criminal act of which the three will pay for, but the idea of how it felt and what they did. They thought first on how to use this device currently holding the act in proof against the students.
And second on how to use the proof to benefit them.
Fiora met their stares, immediately taking note to the sudden shift in their gazes. She could only imagine what they were thinking. "W-What are you two doing…?"
James was the first to move, sliding the phone into his pocket before heading to the door and closing them before turning the lock. Caleb moved over to the woman, turning her over to her back and seeing her mostly nude, her face stained with semen and tears that smeared her mascara badly.
"Hey! Untie me this instant! We need to get those three and-"
"You know James…I am feeling a little bit lazy today. How about you?" Caleb spoke up looking to the coach with a devilish grin. James mimicked his expression, their minds coming to terms with what they were presented likewise.
"I know exactly how you feel. Especially after all the trouble the headmistress put the teachers through." James added. "I mean really. Cutting break times in half and then reprimanding us for arguing that we're exhausted towards the end of the day? Seems like everyone would be depraved of energy."
Fiora's eyes went wide, seeing the two teachers converse casually while she was still mostly nude and tied up. She twisted her body around and sat on her rear, flinching as the sting from Daemon's harsh lashing resurfaced. "Armstrong and Dawnings…nngh…I swear if you two do anything besides untie me and find me something appropriate to wear, I will have you both suspended of your duties!"
The two looked to her incredulously, before smirking. "You know…I heard from someone that when a male is tired, he is more physically capable. Some guys do exercises, others just fall out in a bed." James spoke up. "Me? I normally take my wife, whom I love and treasure with all my heart, and rail her into the nearest surface."
"Isn't this the same wife you found sleeping with one of your athletes about two month back and filed divorce because she felt 'unsatisfied'?" Caleb asked, earning a nod.
"Yep. Left me with my house, my dog and my car. Not much in terms of satisfaction when I am tired now that I'm single." He replied. "And it wasn't just one, Caleb. She had the linebacker, the QB and the receiver to the football team in my bed. That bitch."
"So you must feel severely pent up." Caleb acknowledged, before standing up and moving to the left side of the seated woman. James followed suit on the right.
"Kinda. It's really painful sometimes too, since I have this bitchy boss that screams at me about the students more than she does helping fund the athletics department. So I could use a little something to relieve the stress."
"You wouldn't dare…" Fiora called, eyeing the two with the same growing fear that the students previously gave her. "You…You can't do this to me!"
"Well the way I see it, headmistress, is that you don't really have much of a choice to the matter. Me and my pal here are kinda tired of your shit, and see a way to finally get some payback for the years of oppression." Caleb began, unbuckling the belt he wore. "And we happened to have the perfect means with this little video your students happened to film when you invited them in here for such a revolting act."
Fiora widened her eyes, picking up on the lie that the dark skinned male created. "Lies! I did no such thing!"
"Video and pictures beg to differ when you put a story to it." James followed, unbuckling his own trousers. "So how about it, Ms. Laurent? Care to help out two 'mere subordinate' males as you have called us with the stressful environment you established?"
Fiora was dumbstruck. The saving grace she had felt walk into her office turning into the worst possible backfire for her actions over the last few years. This was no different to the three students whom tied her up and abused her, with the exception of the culprits being two fully grown men. She wanted so badly to cry from this, to leave the school and never return.
But she knew for a fact this was only the beginning.
With a tear falling from her eye down her cheek, Fiora nodded slowly, fully surrendering to the teacher's orders. James and Caleb smiled lustfully as they peered down to the woman sitting on the floor. "Then you can begin by opening those plump lips of yours and milking me with that mouth." James ordered, pulling down his boxers to expose his semi-erect member. Fiora looked to the monstrosity with fear, its sheer length nearly twice the size of all three of the students earlier. When she heard another pair of trousers meet the floor to her left, she looked over only to meet the same thing except with a significantly darker complexion.
"Don't worry, Fiora. We won't hurt you…unless you don't behave." Caleb spoke, stroking his own swelling member further to life. Fiora whimpered, as she reluctantly turned to the coach's cock and stared up to his face, silently pleading him to change his mind. She realized the moment he raised his swelled member to her lips and shoved the thick head into her mouth that it was just another prayer that was denied for her karma.
"Hmmm…you have a nice mouth. I will give you that. But if you don't put some effort into it, I might get bored and take these photos somewhere with a lot of people to get off. Probably at the pub." James hinted. Fiora looked to him, whimpering more as her tears freely flowed down her cheeks. She nodded slowly, understanding her predicament, before she willingly bobbed back and forth along his shaft, sucking and licking the thick man meat that was buried in her mouth. James smirked as he placed his hands to his hips. "That's better. Good girl."
"You know James, I am feeling left out. Maybe I should head out with the evidence myself." Caleb said. Fiora looked to him, shaking her head as she called a muffled 'no'. Caleb grinned before kneeling down and untying the ropes on her wrists. "Well, show me some love too."
Fiora's wrists were sore from the tight hold of the binds, but surrendered to the darker males wish by raising her hand to grip and stroke his cock, working James' with her mouth. The only thing she could think on was how much different this was to the students from earlier. While they did use her mouth to pleasure themselves, she was never the one to make a move, unwillingly letting them fuck her mouth and throat at whatever pace they choose. Now she was forced to please the teachers with her own efforts, under the threat of the video and photos of her students and her being released to far more aware individuals, with the pretext of her requesting it.
Another strong difference between the two groups was the physical items themselves. The students were still within puberty, their cocks and motions of inexperienced children desperate for a good time like it was a trip to the toy store. Now she dealt with men whom had experienced and understood the pleasures and methods of intercourse, knowing full well what they wanted and how they wanted it. They let Fiora do all the work, bobbing her head back and forth on one dick while her hand jerked another. This held no mention to the difference in size between them. Fiora felt like she was attempting to swallow a telephone pole whilst rubbing another one to her left. Their girth mimicked their size and muscle builds, both equally fit and toned with sinewy arms and upper bodies. She wasn't dealing with kids looking for payback, she was dealing with men.
Only similarity being they all viewed her as a fuck toy.
"Alright. My turn to feel those lips now, girl." Caleb ordered, crossing his arms over his chest as he awaited Fiora to switch motions. She looked to him pleadingly, before releasing her hold on James' cock and switching over to his, her tongue immediately circling and flicking upon his bulbous head. Her free hand raised itself and resumed pleasing James, stroking him continuously as she now sucked on Caleb.
"Heh. Didn't even need to give the order and she started jerking me. Might have struck gold today, man." James spoke. "Maybe if you work real hard, we can come in everyday and reward you for your job."
Fiora looked to him with despair, realizing the implication of the two having this as a common act between the three of them.
"I don't know, James. I don't think I will just be satisfied with a simple blowjob every day." Caleb suggested. Fiora almost doubled her efforts on the dark skinned teacher, hoping him to only be satisfied with this instead of what she believed he was implying. "Oh wow. She got into it when I said that. Maybe that's what she wanted?"
Fiora nearly cried into her bobbing, the hope she had fading as her internal prayer was ignored. "And now she's begging! I really think she wants it too!"
Fiora removed herself from Caleb's cock, looking up to the two while her hands stroked them off together in rhythm. "P-Please! I don't want that! I'll do anything! Just don't do that!"
The two looked to each other with knowing looks. "Anything?" they said in unison.
"Yes! Please! I beg of you! Just don't do that to me!" she pleaded.
"Well…I guess I can humor your request since you're behaving yourself." James spoke up. "Feel like fulfilling her plea, Caleb?"
"I mean I guess. It's not like I don't get something out of it too." Caleb replied. Fiora's lips curled upward, her expression joyous as she felt the two seemingly change their hearts. "But I need to know if that's what you really want."
"Yes! Yes! Please!" she replied, taking her hands off their cocks and clasping them together.
"Now look at that happy smile! So eager aren't you?! I guess we have to give her what she wants now." James said. Fiora looked to him with confusion. "I mean, it's not every day that your boss begs you to fuck her senseless every day after school!"
Fiora's relieved smile fell, her expression paling. "I guess not. I mean first she started blowing me harder, and then when I offered to take it up a notch, she begged me to not leave it with a simple blowjob. Can't argue against the enthusiasm too." Caleb replied.
"N-No! That's not what I meant!" Fiora recoiled, sliding back until her back sat against her desk. "Please don't!"
"But you asked for it! You even begged us not to do what I said! Only seems right to adhere to an order from our boss, and as soon as possible!" Caleb retorted. Fiora quickly put the pieces together, realizing that he didn't explicitly say they were going to fuck her each day, but that they would only get blowjobs. She actually played into their wishes.
Fiora screamed for the two to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears after that. Both of them grabbing her by the arm and leg and pulling her to them before ripping off the last bit of clothing that covered her, leaving her in only her stockings. James pulled her legs open, exposing her abused pussy to them while Caleb moved over to her head and held her arms down with one hand. The two teachers positioned their erections, one to her core and the other to her lips, before shoving every inch within her completely. She moaned out, feeling stuffed from their enormous girth filling her orifices. They didn't give her room to adjust, as they began relentlessly thrusting into her.
"See this is how you suck a dick! Taking it all down your slutty throat!" Caleb moaned as he sheathed himself within her mouth to the base of his cock.
"You're a tight little cock warmer aren't ya? Sucking me in like you wanna rip it off!" James called, his thrusts stronger and more savage than all three of the students whom used her combined. The previously soft pats they made was nothing compared to the literal beat down that the coach was making, it almost sounding like he was slamming two hunks of meat together in rhythmic motions.
Caleb held her wrists to the hardwood floor with one hand while keeping her head in place with the other, stuffing himself down until she had barely any room to breathe. She felt his massive scrotum smack against her cheek repeatedly, the thick musk of his normally concealed cock suffocating what little air she was able to get.
She felt abused and pained, the ravenous movements the two teachers adopted almost on thought sapping her of energy. James was literally punching the wall to her womb with his cock, each strike sending jolts to her brain. Caleb's movements made it so she was forced to taste his man meat and the pre-cum that it began to excrete. The scariest part that she picked up on was not the fact that these two men would be having their way with her nearly every day for as long as they saw fit, but that deep down within her mind, but that from all the years of berating and reprimanding them as if she was a god among men, she felt her karma finally catch up to her and bite her in the ass.
If her makeup hadn't already been ruined from the tears being shed after the student's having their way with her, then it would surely be ruined with how much she cried then and there.
The two males lasted in their movements for significantly longer than the students before them, going almost twenty minutes of ruthless thrusting into her pussy and mouth. Fiora, slowly succumbing to the pleasure, began her own movements, bobbing lightly against Caleb's thrusts to her mouth and easing her legs around James' waist.
"That's a good girl…you like getting fucked in your mouth and pussy don't you?" James panted, a thin sheen of sweat building on his body from his movements. Fiora only whimpered in response as she had broken fully. "Would you like it better if I stuffed your fat ass with my cock while Caleb pumps into your sweet cunt?"
If Fiora wanted, or paid enough attention to his question, she probably would regain some of the sanity she held and denied it, but the two merely took her whimpers or her insides tightening as an emphatic yes. Caleb pulled himself out of Fiora's mouth, she immediately coughing up and panting as her throat was freed for air.
"Greedy bitch, huh? Don't worry. You'll get to taste it again." He called as he removed his grip on her wrists and grabbed her bouncing chest, squeezing and prodding the bountiful teats in each hand. Fiora began to moan loudly, her mouth no longer restricted to being muffled by his dick. "Let's see how willing you truly are to getting fucked." Caleb looked to James and gestured for him to move over before laying on his back. James took his implication and pulled out of the woman's core. Fiora looked to him with concern, a sudden empty feeling welling within her.
"If you want more, you gotta work for it. Go ahead and ride me." Caleb called. Fiora looked to him, aware of the consequence if she didn't play by their rules, before crawling over weakly and straddling his waist. She raised his swelled member to her lower lips, before slowly dropping down onto his shaft. When she reached halfway, she stopped, feeling an intense orgasm roll through her body as Caleb's dick pressed against her walls due to its curvature.
Seconds passed by, with both males getting impatient to her pause. James moved behind her and directed his cock to her pucker, prodding the black pucker a few times before pushing slowly in with ease. Fiora, surprised at the sudden entry into her abused as, tilted forward and fell further onto Caleb's cock, taking the full length of his member into her body. She came again instantly, her eyes rolling into her head as she twitched violently.
"C'mon now. I don't have all day to wait for you to get comfortable." Caleb ordered. Fiora weakly began to move up and down, letting the cock invading her ass deeper before shoving more of the cock in her pussy. James grabbed onto her hourglass sides, before guiding her back and forth to bury himself deeper inside.
"Hot damn girl…your body was just built to be a cock pleaser wasn't it? Tighter than a vacuum with this ass of yours…" James panted.
"I'll say…this pussy had to be a godsend." Caleb added as he gripped her thighs and began thrusting upward. Fiora made no implication to reply outside bliss-filled moans. They continued to fuck her pussy and ass for another four or five minutes before they felt their climax approaching, their thrusts slamming harder into her from behind and below. James was the first, rutting as deep as he could into her anus and roaring out as he shot thick ropes into her.
"F-fuck…! It's like she's trying to drain my balls…!" he groaned. James pulled out her ass quickly, before aiming his dick to her back and shooting the last bits of seed onto her bare back. Fiora could feel the seed burn her skin before cooling from the air and pooling at the curve of her back.
"Gods…Take this nut, slut!" Caleb groaned as he thrusted up one last time before emptying himself into her core, feeling her convulse intensely as his seed splattered against her insides. The volume of his climax was enough to erupt from their connection, spilling out in goblets on his cock. Fiora fell forward, laying on top of the dark skinned teacher, her own orgasm leaving her limp and exhausted. Caleb merely pushed the headmistress off of him and onto the hardwood floor, laying on her back. All three of them were panting heavily, the two men looking to their handiwork on the nearly unconscious woman.
James stood from his position and grabbed the phone he found on the couch, opening the camera application and taking a picture of the Demacian woman. Caleb stood up and moved next to him, looking at the photo with a smirk. James chuckled as he pressed the 'share' icon on the screen, sending the photo and all the other evidence to his and Caleb's phones.
"You know, Caleb…I feel like we jumped to conclusions with those three students. They're still young and hormonal, you know?" he called, before picking up his boxers and putting them on. Caleb followed suit as he looked to the headmistress.
"Yeah…I bet they're annoyed with what's been going on at school and just needed a means of releasing their stress. Maybe a slap on the wrist for what they did is enough." He replied. "Besides, they gave me a reason to come out of my paid time off to teach a lesson, so I guess it isn't too bad."
"I know right? I was just dealing with my overtime when they called me up, saying 'she's off her rocker. Asking us to fuck her senseless each day, coach!" James added. Once they adjusted themselves, they knelt down to the woman and pointed her face to them, her hazy and fading eyes drifting between theirs. "But don't worry, slutmistress. We will teach them right from wrong, and definitely give you a detailed report every day for the rest of the semester."
The two laughed as they stood up and walked to the door, taking one last look into the room at Fiora's unconscious form. "Also, get yourself cleaned up for tomorrow. You looked like shit today." Caleb called, laughing with James as they closed the door behind them and left.
"You three should be ashamed of yourselves." The head coach scolded, looking down at Sven, Vann and Daemon, the latter of the three sniffling from tears. It was inevitable that they would be brought to an official about their actions, and the fact that Sven forgot the phone that had everything within only added fuel to the fire. "Never in my life have I seen such atrocities. The headmistress of Lightshield University, stripped bare and abused physically, mentally and sexually in her own office. For what reason would you three have to do such a thing?"
Sven was fiddling with his thumbs and avoiding Coach Armstrong's angry glare. "D-don't blame them for anything, coach. It was my idea to do that and I roped them into it." He admitted. Vann and Daemon looked to the senior in surprise. "If anything, leave them out of punishment. I will take up for them. Especially Daemon. He tried to avoid it but I pressured him into it."
Armstrong crossed his arms and analyzed him, seeing his currently meek demeanor hiding no regret or denial. He knew it was his idea, and that the three of them would get in trouble for it if they followed suit, but was willing to shoulder the consequences for it all. In reality, their little escapade gave him a means of releasing his pent up stress on her as well, so it would make him a hypocrite if he punished him for pretty much the same thing he and Professor Dawnings did afterwards.
"…you three are lucky beyond your imaginations that me and Professor Dawnings was able to convince the headmistress to reconsider both expulsion and arrest for your crime. We were able to sway her decision with the fact that you three are too young to know what you are doing, and that you would make stupid mistakes more times as you get older." James sighed. "That was a mistake that never happened, right?"
"Yes, sir!" the three of them said in unison. James could plainly see the relief they held in their postures.
"A mistake…that you three will pay for during the summer as school attendants. And you will agree to it by getting no less than B's in ALL your classes." He added. Their expression went into despair as they remembered there was a consequence regardless to what they hoped for.
"Yes, sir…" they mumbled in unison again.
"Good. Now off to your next class. I have to go speak with the headmistress about your punishment and other pressing matters. Vann, she did say that she no longer wants you as her assistant, so do not go after school to her office." James said before walking to the door of his office and opening it, letting the three walk out first before following suit. He could hear their groans of protest, especially from Vann about losing his school job. James began his walk to the headmaster's hall, a smirk stretching on his face.
Arriving to Fiora's office, he made sure no one was approaching before walking in and closing the door, locking it behind him. Walking to her main office, he could hear muffled moans and grunts coming from within the main office. He knocked twice then paused before knocking three times and entering. He saw Caleb behind the desk, thoroughly slamming himself into the moaning and panting Fiora from behind as she was pressed into the desk. In his hand his phone as he watched the video again.
"To be honest James, this is a really good video they filmed. I could send it over to one of the students in the films department and have a censored video made so we could get some cash outta this." He mentioned before grunting. He pulled out of the Demacian woman and pulled her back to sit on the floor before pointing his rod to her face, another load to add to the numerous climaxes her that he landed on her since he came in this afternoon. Pulling down her jaw, he buried himself into her mouth with just his head, letting the remnants of his climax hit her tongue.
"You know what to do. Clean it up." He ordered. Fiora whimpered as she looked up to him pleadingly. He merely smirked at her expression, before moaning as she began sucking the bits within his shaft and licking his bulbous head of their fluids. After a few seconds, she released his head from her mouth before letting the thick, jelly-like fluid slide out her mouth onto the floor. "Good girl. James, I gotta head out early today. Met this cute lady yesterday and we're gonna hit up a coffee shop, hopefully kick it off."
"Nice. I will hold down the fort here with her." James nodded.
"Enjoy yourself. You're getting overtime for fucking her anyway." Caleb said as he pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt together. Caleb waved his associate farewell as he left the room, locking the door behind him. James looked over to the woman whom crawled slowly back until she was leaning on the wall.
"P-Please…No more…" she whimpered, tears flowing down her face once more. He moved over to the Headmistress, whom looked to him with an agonized stare. "I beg of you…no more…"
James smirked as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out the loops. "Why? All I am doing if following the orders of my boss. She wants me to do something important, so I as a 'mere subordinate' should follow suit." He mused. He could hear her whine as he unzipped his trousers and smirked as he unleashed his half flaccid member. Pressing the head to her lips, with one hand and gripping her disheveled hair with the other, he stuffed himself within her mouth before guiding her back and forth along his growing length. "Yeah…all I am doing is contributing to LSU…by teaching a slut her place."