Teacher’s Pet Ch 8

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 8:

Today was the last day before Spring Break, and I was going to give the class a special treat. Escalating Katee’s humiliation and levels of sexual depravity was really turning me on. Today was the last time I’d get to do it for two weeks, so I knew I needed to go out with a bang.

After the boy’s assembled in the class room, I let them know that seeing as today was the last day before the break, that I had a special prize for them. They almost drumrolled in anticipation as they could hear Katee’s light footsteps approaching. The sexy young teen opened the door and entered the classroom

They cheered in unison as Katee slowly dropped her coat and revealed her outfit. She was wearing a black wide-holed fishnet dress that did nothing to cover her body other than to give it a sexy black tint from afar. Underneath the dress she has a deviously skimpy black slingshot bikini. The bikini had black strings which came together at the crotch and wrapped around her shoulders to make a big black V across her torso.

The black strings had circles attached the size of golf balls to cover her nipples on both sided. The crotch had a thin strip of fabric to just barely cover her pussy. The cloth then degenerated back to just a string material that sunk into her ass cheeks, leaving all of her luscious ass bare.

The boys gawked at her and cheered in unison. At this point they knew about the sexual acts she had been performing, so they we more crude in their comments now, emboldened by the fact that she was nothing but a slut.

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Katee’s Perspective:

I was utterly embarrassed. I was dressed in an outfit so slutty that even a prostitute wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it. I could feel my cheeks flushing, as I saw ten pairs of eye balls glued on me, inspecting my near naked tits. They were gawking at me, cheering at my nudity, but they were also calling me crude names. I could hear some of them calling me a slut, a whore, a bitch.

Every day they were treating me more and more like an object. I couldn’t blame them though. Just yesterday, I stripped naked and got three of my classmates off with my tits, hand and mouth, How could they not view me as a slut?

“Turn around for us slut!” one roared.

Embarrassed, I turned around. They cheered again as they inspected my naked backside through the fishnet material. I knew that the string of the bikini did nothing to hide my ass. It was more annoying than anything, as it wedged up between my ass cheeks.

I took a look at him, my tormenter. Hideous, bald, fat, old. He was an absolute monster. And here he was, having absolute control over me. I had never hated someone as much as I hate him. I had no idea how I let this get so far.

I am so stupid. I knew I could only blame myself. I knew that I only had one option. I had to ride it out and hope that he loses interest, or just lets me get back to my normal life at some point. He had too much footage of me for me to rebel. I had no choice but to obey.

He chided me to show off my body like a “true whore.” Every time I got called a whore, or a slut, or a pet, it stung. A girl never gets used to being called names like that. I was getting called it so many times, every day, from different people, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was true at this point.

I bent down, showing off my bare ass to the class room full of boys. I spread my legs, he made me take my ass cheeks in my hands and spread them apart. I knew that a quarter inch wide piece of string was the only thing stopping the boys from getting a direct look at my ass hole.

Next he had me turn around. He made me do jumping jacks for the boys. Each time I would jump, I would feel that my nipples were becoming uncovered by the tiny bikini. I would hear a loud cheer every time one of my nipples were showing. They’d laugh at me as I tried to readjust the straps while I was jumping up and down.

I heard floor creaks behind me, approaching me. I knew my tormenter was coming for me. I cringed as I felt his ogrish hands on my shoulders.

“My dear, why try so hard to hide those titties, they’re too sexy to cover up.” With that I felt two swift snips of his scissors.