Cruel Teacher
It was strange that at such a late hour, a candle's flame still flickered in his window. Nicole sighed, hesitating on the spot, wondering if she should go to him, having received an official invitation, at this time. He was probably asleep, or maybe busy with something truly important. Lately, the girl's academic performance had noticeably dropped, and Mark insisted on the need for extra lessons. Mark was her music teacher. He lived separately from the other teachers—he must have preferred solitude—in a dilapidated tower on the northern side of the closed boarding school for orphaned girls. Rumors said he often went into town in the
evenings and returned only at dawn, but it also happened that the headmistress wouldn't give him permission to leave the school. And then he would spend the night in his tower. Nicole sighed again, squinting now at the waxing moon rising above the high wall of the boarding school.Suddenly, a crunch of a broken branch sounded behind her. The girl flinched, ready to flee, peering into the darkness behind her. The next moment, a wave of relief washed over her:
"Hello, Nicole. I'm glad you finally decided to improve your solfeggio," the velvet baritone of the music teacher made Nika cast all her fears aside. It was Mark—he emerged from the shadow of a nearby tree, and the moon illuminated his masculine, chiseled face with a ghostly light. The stern expression gave way to a soft smile. Noticing Nicole's embarrassment, the man extended his hand to her:
"Well, why are you standing there? Come in!" he pointed towards the tower entrance. Covered in winding veins of ivy, it stretched high into the night sky. Darkness yawned through the narrow arrow-slit windows, and only the highest window was marked by a dim light.
"I'm sorry," Nicole forced a smile, gathering her courage, and immediately paled, "I'm sorry, I forgot my textbook in my room. I need to go back, I'll be right back..." but Mark's authoritative hand immediately stopped the girl, gripping her wrist with strong fingers to the point of pain and pressing it against her own chest.
"No, you don't need to go anywhere, Nicole. I have all the textbooks. It's okay if you're not prepared."
"Yes, teacher," Nika nodded, blushing rapidly and quickening her pace. Mark did let go of her hand, allowing the girl to move a few steps ahead of him. With a fleeting glance, he slid his eyes over her slender, fragile figure, but immediately looked away, not intending to reveal his intentions prematurely. As soon as Nika stepped into the darkness of the tower corridor, the massive door slammed shut behind her, and the girl found herself on an unlit section of the staircase, afraid to step up or down in the pitch black. She reached her hands towards the wall, trying to find support, and immediately someone's palms seemed to accidentally squeeze her hips. A quiet sigh, either of fear or excitement, escaped from Nika's chest.
"Don't be afraid, Nicole. It's just me. It's dark here..." he sighed somewhere near her neck, his breath making her skin damp. Mark didn't remove his hands from her hips, and instead of stepping back from the flustered girl, he stepped into the darkness, knocking her off her feet and scooping her up into his arms as easily as if Nicole were a feather.
"Teacher Mark," Nika tried to find support with her toes, but all she managed to do was have her shoe slip off her foot. Suddenly, she felt something damp press against her face. Consciousness rapidly slipped away from the girl...
...She came to with the awareness of her own immobility. She couldn't move her hand to brush away the thick strand of dark chestnut hair that had fallen onto her face.
Through her own disheveled hair, she could see the faint light of candles breaking through and the strange movement of dark silhouettes. With each minute, her ability to focus her vision returned, and soon she could make out the large silhouette of a man in front of her. Teacher Mark! Nicole tried to speak, but only a hoarse groan escaped her lungs. At the same moment, the hair was brushed from her face. He leaned over her, and at that moment Nicole realized with horror that she was tied to a bed. Her hands were bound together and attached above the girl's head, she herself was lying on her stomach, and her legs were spread apart. The girl's school skirt was hitched up, exposing her slender thighs. Nicole tried to get on her knees to pull down her skirt, and she succeeded.
But she still couldn't detach her spread, tied legs to sit on the bed in a normal position. Finding herself in a shameful pose with her buttocks raised and her head lowered, the girl burst into tears. The man snorted:
"Finally came to..."
"Do you want to know what this means, my little student? I'm going to teach you something. You can be an obedient girl..." with these words, he began stroking her long, luxurious hair, which had fallen onto her back, "Or you can disobey me. And then I'll use this..." and he held a thin horse-whipping crop in front of the girl's face.
"But... I'm tied... how? What are you going to do to me?..." Nicole choked on her words, turning pale as chalk. She had never been spanked in her life.
"I'm not going to," Mark squinted disapprovingly, "I will. I will do with you whatever I wish, my little Nicole," he winked at his captive.
"But... teacher..." the girl didn't know what to say. He just smirked, his hands suddenly landing on the girl's hips, pulling off her skirt. She jerked helplessly but couldn't kick him or stop him. Meanwhile, his hand rested on top of her panties, as if waiting for a special moment. Mark was in no hurry.
He saw that Nika wouldn't resist anymore, wouldn't scream; her silence was proof of that. Suddenly producing a knife from somewhere, he ran it along her back. Nicole groaned quietly, feeling the icy blade on her skin. But he didn't cut her. He only sliced through her blouse. Meanwhile, the knife blade descended lower and lower, cutting through the fabric of the girl's panties. The blade passed right between the buttocks of the unfortunate girl, making her feel on the verge of pain. The cut garments fell in tatters onto the bed, and Nika was left completely naked, offered for the man's full view. Her face had long been burning like a scarlet poppy. She shrank all over when the teacher walked around her, stopping behind her, examining the places on the girl's body that she herself was afraid to lower her gaze to. The bed creaked under the man's weight, and the next minute his voice was heard:
"Arch your back and spread your legs wider," Nika felt the tip of the crop press between her legs. A wave of excitement passed through her body. She arched, against her own will, offering the teacher her parted, succulent labia. He clicked his tongue approvingly, and then the crop began to sink into the student's pussy. Its thin, flexible edge didn't cause pain to the virgin, easily entering the narrow opening of the girl's body. Nicole fell face down on the bed, trying to overcome the desire to move her hips towards the relentlessly penetrating crop. But the teacher unexpectedly stopped. Leaving the crop inside the girl, he stood at the front of the bed and ordered:
"Lift your head," Nicole couldn't disobey and raised her head from the pillows. Her face flushed with shame and excitement. But a new surprise awaited her. Right in front of her lips was the teacher's bare torso, and below, his sturdy cock was visible. Nicole had never seen male organs before, and now her attention was completely riveted to that part of his body. It should be noted that Mark was already aroused, and his already large member seemed like a terrible spear rising from the thick growth of pubic hair. Nicole shuddered.
"Kiss it," the teacher ordered. No clarification was needed on what to kiss—the girl couldn't take her eyes off the erect penis. She touched it with her lips, as if accidentally, but her teacher wasn't satisfied with such a touch. He placed his hand on the back of her head, pushing his cock inside her mouth.
"Suck it," he closed his eyes, barely restraining a rough, animalistic growl, as Nika began to follow his orders. She sucked on his head, then cautiously tried to work the tip of her tongue.
But he pressed on her head harder, impaling Nicole's mouth onto his cock. The girl almost choked and tried to pull away, but she couldn't—Mark's hand firmly gripped the back of her head and he continued moving in her mouth. Nika didn't know how long it lasted—it seemed like an eternity—when Mark finally allowed her to release the cock from her soft lips. At the same moment, he lifted her chin and took possession of her lips himself, kissing her as deeply as he wished to penetrate her. Nicole moaned a quiet groan through the kiss when Mark's hand landed between her thighs. All this time, the girl had felt the crop inside her, but the man finally freed her vagina from that object and began kneading the girl's labia with his palm, spreading them apart. Nika intuitively spread her legs even wider, allowing the teacher's fingers to penetrate her. He felt that the girl was already dripping juices and was eager to feel his cock inside her, though she herself probably didn't realize it.
As if mocking her, nature made her pelvis rock back and forth, impaling itself on his careful finger—and Mark was careful; he didn't want to tear her hymen right away. Deciding the girl was ready to receive him, he broke the kiss and, moving behind the girl, placing his hands on her taut, trembling-with-excitement stomach, positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Nicole was flooded with heat. She felt the cock pulsing and, unable to bear it, was the first to make a movement towards it, but only felt pain. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Mark held her firmly, not letting her pull away, deciding to finish what he started. He entered her very tightly, stretching her, and it seemed to Nika that this was the limit, a little more—and he would tear her apart, but inside her everything stretched and stretched, allowing him deeper into her womb, accepting him completely.
When he was fully inside her, she simply groaned quietly in time with his movements. Mark froze for a moment, enjoying the tightness of her virgin hole, and only then resumed his thrusts, each time sinking faster and deeper, filling her to the limit. Nicole pushed her bottom towards him, despite the aching pain not having subsided—her torment was sweet. She felt like a butterfly trembling on a pin that had pierced her through. One more movement—and she went limp helplessly, impaled on his shaft. The muscles inside her vagina rhythmically contracted, squeezing his cock within, urging him to ejaculate. Mark growled gutturally, coming inside his newly-made student-lover, and pressed her into the bed with his powerful body, closing his eyes wearily. She belonged to him now. His Nicole.
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