Teacher’s Pet Ch 10

DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18.

DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.

DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain “comic book” style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.

Chapter 10:

Katee’s Perspective:

I was trying my best to keep in the tears on the bus. I felt dead inside, which was making it easier not to cry and make a scene. I looked up, as usual, there was 2 or 3 pervy men looking at me at any given time. I was dressed in yoga pants and a sweatshirt, with a luggage bag at my feet and back pack around my shoulder. These were filled with all the slutty outfits, heels, thongs, bras, and sex toys that I accumulated from Mr. Wilson over the last few weeks.

Mr. Wilson made me do the unthinkable. He made me run away from home, the one place that I felt safe. I cried endless tears this morning as he made me handwrite a letter to my dad and leave it on my desk in my room. It detailed how I was running away from home to start a new life, because I felt disgusted at myself for letting him have sex with me. It went on to warn him to not look for me, or I would go to the authorities to tell them that he raped me. Mr. Wilson made me write it in cold verbiage that would surely leave my dad devastated.

I was heart broken. My dad was the only family that I had, and I knew that he cared about me more than anything in the world. It killed me to know how devastated he would be when he read the letter, and learned that his princess was going to be out of his life forever. I knew though, from the moment he groped my tits in bed, with the lecherous Mr. Wilson watching the scene through spy cameras, that his life was going to be ruined.

Of course, Mr. Wilson threatened me that if I didn’t do this act, that he would release the video of him groping me, and of us eventually having sex. He enforced that my dad would be fired from his job, become a social paraiah, and likely be going to jail. He would never be able to see me anyway. He told me it would be better this way. As much as I hated the man, I knew he was right.

I packed what he told me to in my bags, and left the house after my dad had left for work. I was on my way to Mr. Wilson’s house, where he would make me live indefinitely. I shuttered at the thought of living with this man. I knew he was going to continue to fuck me in any way he wanted, and continue to exploit me sexually.

The bus ride was lasting for ages. I tried to distract myself by gazing outside. I thought I lived in a poor area, but block by block the streets seemed to be getting more unkempt. There were more and more homeless men, and the buildings seemed more run down. I realized why Mr. Wilson didn’t have me dress in the usual slutty manner today. He probably knew that if I did, I wouldn’t have made it to his place.

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Mr. Wilson’s perspective:

I was trying my best to contain my glee! My plan had worked to perfection. My young teen slut was on her way over to live with me. I was drooling at how I would be able to fuck her at will, now that her Dad was out of the way.

I had a deeper plan though. I needed to continue to break her down psychologically, and build her back up as an utter slut.. While holding the risk that her Father’s life could be ruined if she misbehaved, over her head was a good temporizing measure, I knew that there would always be a risk of her revolting and calling me out on my bluff. I needed her to accept her new role, so that she would be mine forever to do with what I pleased.

It was spring break, so I had two weeks with her all to myself to make this happen. I practically sprang a boner as I heard my buzzer ring. I hopped up and went to answer it.

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Katee’s perspective:

I got off the bus and quickly rushed down the street towards his building. I walked by multiple homeless men, offering to help me ‘find what I was looking for’, or cat calling me. I practically ran past them. Thankfully, his place wasn’t far from the bus stop.

‘Wow, what a shit hole’ I thought to myself as I looked up and down the old building that looked like it could collapse at any moment. I made my way to the door, and buzzed Mr. Wilson. I quickly heard a tone, and then heard the door un-click. The wooden door creaked as I opened it. The air in the building was so thick and musty. It couldn’t have been well ventilated.

Of course, the single elevator was out of order. I made my way up the stairs, which creaked with each step. Slightly short of breath from carrying my luggage up four flights of stairs, I walked to his apartment. I gulped. I had an impending sense of doom as I knocked on his door.

He opened the door, grinning at me.

“I’m glad you made it OK dear.” He leered

He looked even more disgusting outside of school than he did at home. He had a stained white ‘wife beater’ on. His hairy pot belly was bulging out of the bottom of the shirt.