My teacher abuses me

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

On Fridays Mr.Guske doesn’t let the students stay after class; he’s too eager to do whatever the hell he wants to with his weekend. This day was different. I was doing class work while Mr.Guske casually walked around the room. He had stopped every once in a while to answer a question, but the class was relatively quiet. I sat at the back of the class. I preferred it back there away from the eyes of my teachers. I felt safer in the back, but Mr.Guske often came to the back to watch the students. I was surprised that on this day he stopped behind me when I hadn't said a word. When I turned to look at him, he was stretching. He stretched his arms up to the ceiling and as he did, his shirt slid up so I had an intimate view of his muscled hips and the trail of hair leading below his belt. I hadn’t grown any pubic hair down there yet so I looked inquisitively at his manly body, but his shirt slid back down. I looked up and met his intimidating and fiery gaze. I felt like a baby mouse looking up at a lion; a mere morsel. I stared at his light brown eyes which pierced my being as the slightest smirk contorted his face into something menacing. I had never seen something so beast-like. I couldn’t take it any longer so I whipped my head around and got back to work. 

The bell rang and I started packing my things. Mr. Guske got up from his chair and wished the class a happy weekend. My heart dropped as I saw him look at me and call me over to the front where his desk was. He waited in silence until the class was empty. The whole time I was nervously fiddling with the straps of my back pack and biting my lips. I knew that my B in his class was because I had grown lazy and that we both knew I was a smart kid, but the way he looked me up and down from that chair told me that this wasn’t about my grades. 

As the door closed Mr.Guske gestured to a desk near his chair and told me to sit in a calm and plain voice. He had a deep voice which had a slight southern accent. 

I obeyed and waited to hear his reason for keeping me late on a Friday.

“ How are you feeling?”

What an odd question. I had hoped he was just going to get to the point, but I played along anyways.

“I’m okay.”

“Good.Good.”

Mr. Guske put his hands behind his head and reclined in his chair. In the eerie silence of the room I could hear the shirt sliding up and brushing against his black curly pubic hair. I swear I didn’t look because I’m a perv; it was just so quiet that I had the instinct to look where the sound was coming from. As I saw his exposed body, I looked away completely humiliated at what I had done and I’m sure Mr.Guske had followed my stare and had seen the look on my face. 

After a moment of delay, Mr. Guske took a deep break and stood up. He strode across the room and slid the lock into place. As he went to close the blinds, my heart started to beat faster.

“M-Mr. Guske?”

He didn’t respond. He just walked back and stood a few inches from my face. I was eye-level with his pants and yet again, he stretched his arms, but this time he must have adjusted his pants because they rode just above his cock and no higher. I dared not look, but I could smell the stench of unwashed man. It smelled so bad that I nearly gagged. 

I didn’t stop staring straight ahead even as I felt a large hand massage my shoulder. Mr.Guske seemingly took my silence as consent and was oblivious to the tears welling up in my eyes. Now both of his hands were on me as he moved behind me. My teacher started massaging my back and although I was paralyzed in fear, I let an involuntary groan escape my lips. Mr.Guske stopped and bent down to whisper in my ear. 

I could feel his warm breath with every word and smell the scent of his morning coffee as he said, “You and I have known each other for a while now and I feel we have grown close. I-I need a favor of you and no one else can help me.....You’re a sweet boy and my wife hasn’t been so loving with me for a long, long time. I just need you to help me. Do you think you could do that?”

“Mr. Guske, please.”

I squirmed and tried to free myself as his hands slipped under my collar and felt the smooth skin on my back. His rough hands were quick and stronger than my weak frame could handle. As I leaped up from my seat he grabbed my collar, choking me and slammed my ribs into the side of the desk. Disoriented, I collapsed on the ground for a moment. Mr. Guske rushed me and kicked the small on my back. I was spread on the floor and Mr. Guske jumped on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and replaced his hands with his knees. He quickly took his tie off and quieted my loud cries with this makeshift gag. Mr. Guske got up, put his shoe on my face, and as I squirmed, he added a painful amount of pressure. I was able to look at him as my face was being mashed into the ground. He opened his desk drawer and revealed some handcuffs covered in pink fluff. He rummaged for a moment before looking me over analytically as if taking measurements and pulled out a school girl outfit. He threw the outfit on the floor next to me. It looked like a Halloween outfit for sluts. It was a white button up and a short, plaid skirt. 

Mr. Guske gestured at the girl’s outfit and said, “Put it on.”

He lifted his shoe from my face and I got up. I turned away and began unbuttoning my shirt as tears fell on the carpet floor. After taking off my shirt I pulled down my pants and started to put on the dress. 

“No,no,no. Take that underwear off too.”

My hands trembled as I slid my underwear down. This left my smooth and pale body to the gaze of my teacher. Mr. Guske scratched his beard in anticipation as I put on the school girl outfit. As soon as I was done, Guske grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap so my back was towards him. I could feel the tent of his pants on my naked ass as the skirt rose up. He pulled my arms behind my back without resistance on my part and secured the handcuffs. He replaced the tie with a ball gag from the bottom of his desk drawer. Then Guske pulled by head back by my hair and licked my neck. As I struggled against his grip, he only pulled harder. Finally I gave in and surrendered to the physical stimulation of a grown man’s mouth. My breath was shallow and staggered as Guske slid his tongue upward to my ear. I had never been touched before or even thought of men in that way. Being taken by force like this scared me more than anything else.

“Get on your knees,” he said as he released my ball gag.

I slid off Guske’s lap and turn to face him. He stood up and slid his pants down. I almost got slapped in the face by the tent that his boxers created. The smell of male musk started to take over my young brain, twisting my conscious into submission. Finally, he slid his boxers down. His uncut cock sprung up. It was long (at least 10”), but more that that, it was thick all around with a massive head at the end. His penis was covered by foreskin which was more than long enough to hang off the tip. I could see those v hips which (as well as a thick happy trail) led to his dick. I sat and was mesmerized by the alien life-form that was pulsing inches from my face and leaking copious amounts of precum into the carpet like a predator salivating at its prey.

With an exasperated sigh and his hands on his hips Guske said, “Well, don’t just stare at it.”

I slowly put it in my mouth as his precum coated my tongue. It tasted nasty unlike anything I've ever tasted. 

“Don’t worry. You’ll like it more the longer you do it. Just try it again.”

“Okay,” I said reluctantly, wiping the slime and tears from my lips.

I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out. I felt the tip again, but this time I slid my tongue beneath his foreskin. I started to swirl my tongue there and Mr. Guske’s head fell back as he moaned in ecstasy from his sensitive head being toyed with by a student. 

“Suck on my dick, girl.” 

The word “girl” lodged in my head as my brain began to process the humiliation of my predicament; dressed as a slut, on my knees, and sucking the precum off my teacher’s dick. 

I stopped and looked up at him. 

“Please, I don’t like this.”

“I need this one way or another bitch.”

With that, Guske took my head in his massive hands and shoved his cock deep in my throat. I gagged and vomited immediately on myself and his dick. 

“What the fuck?!” Guske exclaimed. 

I began sobbing. I felt that I had done him wrong and that I wasn’t pleasing him. I don’t know why I felt compelled to do a good job, but I knew that he was getting frustrated.

He wiped his dick with a tissue while giving my a disgusted look as I cried with the slime running down my face and soaking my shirt. His gaze changed. I think my broken state turned him on. I must have reminded him of those girls you see in porn who look destroyed by the time the video is over.

Guske took of this as an opportunity to try out a porn video fantasy. Guske walked back to my face, roughly grabbed my head, and began face fucking me. I gagged a threw up more, but Guske didn’t stop. He was only able to get 6” down my throat and although I vainly tried to pull my head away, Guske held fast and pumped relentlessly. Eventually, it became easier. My throat stopped closing up and I became limp as I looked up at his face. Tears left wet tracks down my face and my throat was sore, but the smile on his face as he watched me take his massive cock was all the validation I needed. 

“That’s it baby. Look up at me. You’re such a dirty slut.” 

I knew that I was a slut whatever that word meant. I began to bob my head and Guske let go. I kept up the pace like my life depended on it. I took it down to the hilt where I could feel his black, scraggly pubes tickle my face. I held my face there, relishing what I had found humiliating only minutes before. 

“Damn I’m going to have to stop for a moment. I want this to last.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I let his cock slide out. I took my discarded shirt and used it to wipe my face as I waited for Guske to calm down. He replaced the ball gag in my mouth which made me gag slightly.

“Get up and bend over the table.”

I did as he said, but since my hands were bound I had to lay my face and chest on the table. Guske put the gag back in my mouth. I couldn’t see what he was doing back there, but I felt my skirt rise in the back and then two hands spread my ass. His hands felt so right on me. I somehow felt comforted by them even as they spread me to expose my tight, pink hole to my teacher. 

Mr. Guske got on his knees behind me and soon enough, I felt his beard and mustache in my crack. I didn’t understand what he was doing until I felt a rush of pleasure. He was eating me out. It was so invigorating that I moaned into my gag despite myself. His tongue was so strong and I felt myself open for the penetration of it as I was no longer tense. Waves of ecstasy spread over me as my privates were being violated for the first time. Suddenly, my elation was replaced by disappointment as Mr.Guske stopped tongue-fucking me and stood up. I looked back and saw him fiddle with his penis behind my ass. Guske leaned over the desk and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hairy chest brush my back and I relished the warmth I felt as he enveloped me in his own body. He reached down and positioned his penis at the opening of my ass. I felt him try to thrust in and instinctively tensed. I began screaming again; losing all previous sense of pleasure from his tongue.

“I’m going to need you to relax for me baby. Trust me, it’ll make this so much easier.” 

I shook my head violently and screamed into my gag. I knew I didn’t want this, I knew it would hurt, but I was too incapable of doing anything. My hands were bound, but every bit of my body thrashed in defiance. Mr.Guske struggled against me and in a rage grabbed me and flipped my body over on the desk. He gripped my ankles and forced my legs onto his muscled shoulders. Yet again, my teacher tried to force himself into my virgin hole. This time, he wasn’t so nice about it and I felt the extreme pain of being opened to accommodate the head of the penis. My muffled screams were the only noise in the classroom as Guske pushed further in. 

He plummeted into me and I felt myself tearing internally. 

“YEAHHHHH”, he roared.

I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain and exhaustion. My teacher was slamming himself into me and my ass was on fire. The tears from my face fell on the desk and sweat matted my hair to my beat red face.

The sound of Guske’s hips slamming loudly against my ass filled my ears and sweat from his body dropped down his big pecs and muscled, slight-beer belly with some drops falling on my body. He bared his teeth and the muscles in his arms flexed as he grabbed my legs and forced them open further. Guske began slamming even harder and hitting a part of me inside that made me see stars. 

“Oh fuck yeahhhh! You feel that? That’s the clit in your pussy! I'm going to show you what I can make that do!”

He continuously thrusted harder and harder, hitting the same spot again and again. He stared at my expression of agony as the pain only grew and now there was a new overstimulating sensation. It started to sound wet so I looked down to see him punching his massive cock in and out of me. My expression turned from agony to horror and he smiled as he saw my realization that I was leaking blood, ass juices, and precum. 

“It’s okay baby, you’re making me feel so good. Give yourself to me you piece of shit. You’re go-“

And with that, I shit all over his dick uncontrollably. He looked down taken aback, but then, he renewed his vigor- fucking my shit all over the back of my legs and his pubes.

“Damn you’re fucking filthy.” 

I was broken. I laid there crying as my rape continued and blood, sweat, and shit stank up the room. 

Then he started unepectedly loosing his erection. I could see the frustration grow at his sudden lose of manhood. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes and suddenly he punched my stomach in anger. I was in shock for a moment, and then I vomited in my ball gag. I started choking on my vomit as only some of it was able to leak out. 

While I choked, his dick became hard again as I struggled for air. 

I could feel my body tensing up around his dick and I saw him smile again and fuck me like he was trying to kill me. I began to become light headed from not being able to breathe and when my eyes rolled into the back of my head, Guske thrust his hips and threw his head back in a roar as he came hard. 

Then he quickly undid my gag and turned me on my side to let me cough up the vomit. I laid there and he sat in the desk next to me, combing my hair with his fingers sweetly. 

“Okay baby girl, I’m going to give you a moment to rest as I try and clean up the mess you made. Thank you for this. It means the world to me.” 

With that, he got up and began cleaning up the mess on the carpet. 

Once he finished, I was still laying there defeated. He lifted my leg and began wiping my ass and legs clean. I winced as my torn ass was stretched. He put a numbing agent in and gave me the bottle. 

“Put this on there to help stop the pain. It will take a long time to heal. Don’t fucking show anyone anything.”

I nodded numbly and sat up. He helped me dress back into my clothes and then we walked to the showers. 

No one was on campus at this hour so when we got in the showers and stripped naked, he was able to come up behind me and wash me. He was very soft with his touch but his hands were rough and strong as he glided them over my smooth body. Guske washed me with soap from head to toe before he started moving his hands down to my crack. The steam and warmth from the showers relaxed my body as he inserted a finger into my wrecked boy pussy lips. I moaned as the sore tissue was being touched. Guske seemed to like this and he quickly inserted four fingers making me scream and fall to the ground. 

“Hahahaha. I wanna go again sweetie. You won’t deny me what’s mine will you?” 

I crawled back until I felt my back against the cold tile wall. His massive muscular body looked over me. He looked like a hairy demon.

I trembled and weakly cried, “No please.” 

He laughed and grabbed my hair, dragging my body until my ass was presented to him. I faced the wall and laid belly down until Mr.Guske got on his knees behind me. I felt him massage my ass that now looked more like a pussy than ever. Then he inserted four fingers- massaging my sore pussy. I screamed which prompted him to put all his fingers in to the knuckle. 

“Okay sweetheart, this is going to wreck your hole forever. You’ll no longer have an asshole. You’re going to have a pussy after this.”

With that, he pushed his hand in past the knuckles and I sighed a relief as my sphincter reached his smaller wrist. Then he started pulling the hand out and pushing it in over and over until I was loose and my ass was burning. I was limp so my ass made no attempts to tighten up. He could see the red inside of my hole when he pulled out and that’s when he started punching his fist in and out of me. I could feel him going harder and faster until finally, he punched up to the middle of his forearm into my ass. He kept his arm there and bent over to talk to me.

“You’re mine now pretty girl. So I’m going to change you from now on to fit my liking,” he said as he moved his arm from side to side in me. 

“You’re going to push as hard as you can when I pull out.” 

I couldn’t respond from exhaustion. My hole was destroyed. 

“On three. One, two, three!!”

I did as he commanded and pushed as hard as I could  when he pulled out swiftly. 

I felt my insides burst from my opening. 

“Good job sweetheart! You’ve never looked better.” 

Mr. Guske then began massaging around my hole to bring more of me out as he licked it. Without a word, he mounted me again and began fucking my red sock. It felt so different from the first time he fucked me. Totally loose and exhausted, I felt little pain from him. 

Guske roared as he fucked me hard and fast. He grabbed my hair and smashed my face against the tile wall as he fucked me on and on until he came. 

“Okay babe. This is going to take a second here.” 

Me.Guske slowly began trying to stuff me back into myself. When done, he finished washing up and left the room to put on his clothes. When he returned, I was still laying there passed out. Guske picked me up and dried me off. He clothed me and held me in his arms as we made the way to his car which was an old sedan. He laid me in the back seat and drove me to his place. He drove down a windy road that made me bump my head against the door every so often allowing me little rest. 

I felt the road give way to gravel and saw big trees cover the stars.

We pulled up to his house which was in the rural area just out of town. It was a humble home seemingly just for him. The décor left much to be desired with beer cans everywhere and a torn sofa. He carried me through his house to his room where I spent the night in bed with him. 

It took me a week to recover from my rape. My pussy (which is what I’ve been trained to call it now) has healed, but it does in fact resemble a pussy more than an asshole now. The outer ring of my hole has become so stretched, it’s turned into the lips and my hole has never tightened again. It’s just a loose cunt now. 

When I awoke, Mr. Guske sat down on the bed next to me and told me that he had texted my parents from my phone and told them that I was staying the weekend at my friend’s house. I scooted away from him. My parents were not the most loving and seemingly couldn't have cared less if I came home or not. 

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’m not going to do anything to you. We’re just going to focus on getting you healed up. As soon as you are healed, we’ll start we’ll start where we left off, but for now I’m going to pamper you, princess.” 

Even though I was still straight, Guske acted like the man of my dreams. He did absolutely everything he could to help my wounds heal and caressed me like a lover would. Though he didn’t use my pussy, he did eat it out gently which made me moan with pleasure. I was in heaven for the weekend, despite not getting up from bed much since it hurt to walk. 

Because of his efforts though, my new pussy healed nicely.

When I went home, Guske would text me on my phone that he had a great time and that he would require me to call him every night before I went to bed. 

At school, I would watch him waiting to see if his tight shirt would burst. It hugged his massive biceps and the buttons strained against his muscular beer belly. He’d make sure to look at me drooling over him and smirk knowingly. 

He knew after school I’d be staying for some one on one tutoring. It started the same. He’d lock the door, close the binds, turn off the lights and make me undress for him and dress into the school girl outfit. This time though, he told me I was coming home with him. I felt my pussy get wet and clench in anticipation. I followed Mr.Guske to his car; watching his thick ass bounce. The whole way there, Guske forced my face down on his dick. “Be a good girl and swallow my piss”. Sure enough, my stomach was full of his manly acidic piss as we were pulling up into his driveway. I walked inside and he told me to strip and get on all fours. Guske went to the box under the bed and brought out a pink leather collar and leash. I felt a big plug stuffed into my pussy do I looked behind me to see a tail and then I felt the cold metal of the collar and leash on my neck. Then Guske told me to stay. After a few minutes, he came back with the biggest dog I had ever seen. A mastiff with cream fur and a black snout. I was immediately intimidated and looked down at the ground. Mr.Guske laughed and said, “Here Brute. Here’s my bitch.” He turned to me. “Present yourself to him.” I didn’t know what that meant so I stayed still. Mr. Guske kicked my shoulders and I collapsed with my face down and ass up. Mr. Guske took the dog around to my tail. Brute sniffed my tail and found it to his liking so he took a lick around my hole making me groan. 

“That’s a good boy Brute. You’ve done it before, so I know you can do it again.” 

With that, Guske yanked the plug out of my pussy with a loud pop. That’s when Brute started to really lose control. He strained against his leash while Guske teased him with the tasty treat in front of his nose. Finally when Brutes drool was coating the floor, Guske let go of the leash and Brute dove his tongue deep into my hole; nipping around my pussy with his teeth. I moaned and winced as the dog saturated my hole with his drool. 

After ten full minutes of pussy eating Guske led the dog to the front. He bent down to my face and looked me in the eyes as he said, “Suck.”

Brute then lined his massive 8” red rocket with my mouth and began pummeling away. I gagged as the dog’s penis flew down my throat. Meanwhile, Guske went around to my backside and shoved his thick 10” cock deep into my pussy. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. It hurt so badly and I hated the feeling and taste of dick, but I learned to love being dominated by one. 

Brute was getting close from my big dick sucking lips slobbering all over his thick cock.  My teacher saw this and abruptly ordered him off. He took the leash and led him to my sloppy hole. At this point Brute was at the point of no return. Mr.Guske released him onto me and Brute dove all the way in. I had the wind knocked out of me by the sheer force of Brute’s thrust. His 8” rocket was about to blow and I felt his dick engorge at the base as it began to pop in and out. The swelling didn’t stop until the base of Brute’s dick was the size of my fist. It was like getting rapidly fisted and fucked deeply at the same time. My pussy was sounding wet and sloppy and my yelps and screams climaxed as Brute laid one last thrust in me, popping all the way in and tearing my hole open again. The pain was immense. Mr. Guske watched it all while playing with his dick. I was collapsed on the floor with Brute’s dick deep in my cum saturated cunt and his cold slobber dripping down my neck. 

Finally, Brute popped out of me. 

I passed out with my naked body sprawled on the floor. When I woke up, I was being washed outside in a kiddy pool.... 

To be continued. Let me know in the comments what you’d like to see!