“Please, sir! Please, sir! Please, sir!”

The meaty, slapping sounds filled the classroom, counterpointing her desperate cries. Sarah rose and fell; her brown hair whipped wildly with the motion. Her normally neat cut reduced to a tangled mess.

Her chest was bare; her school uniform top had been unbuttoned to reveal her breasts, her pink nipples were hard, the motions which hammered through her lower body set them to jiggling in a humiliating display.

She tried to speak again. Tried to find her voice. Mister Evan’s cock was firm and hard between her legs, it was inside of her, filling her, fucking her in a way that made her thoughts scatter like a shoal of fish. She wanted to beg but all she could do was repeat the same word over and over.

“Please! Please! Pleeeaaaaaaaseee!”

Around her, class was in session. In theory, they were supposed to be learning something, though no one could really have said what. All eyes were on her, from those who were flushing with second-hand embarrassment to those who leaned eagerly forward. Grinning face soaked in her torment. Phones were raised, glittering green lights told her that she was being recorded.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Sir! Sir! They’re taking pictures!”

“Well let them, my little slut. After all, you did bring this on yourself.”

Her body spasmed, her pussy clenching around the thickness of his cock. His every thrust sent waves of heat flushing through her body. Her skin was tingling, her nerves were screaming. Her face burned with shame. The collar she wore felt tight around her throat, and every so often, he would pull it roughly. Each time he did, Sarah would squeak, her eyes were wide with disbelief. Tears trickled down the sides of her face.

How could this be happening? How could it have come to this? She was being fucked in front of the whole class! She was being raped! Why was no one helping? Why were they letting this go on?!

But even her friends had turned aside. They refused to watch, hiding their faces and covering their eyes as her desperate, gasping moans echoed through the room. And as for the rest of the class? They were eager, leaning forward on their chairs. Many of the guys were hard, and a few were even taking the opportunity to surreptitiously stroke themselves.

The teacher gave a particularly vicious thrust that sent a quivering wave through her pussy and tore a shrill moan from her lips. Sarah gasped. Her lower lips clenched hungrily around his cock, the shameful betrayal of her own body made it all the worse.

But Mister Evans wasn’t going to let her have her moment in silence. His voice echoed, strong and powerful. Rejoicing in the things he was making her feel.

“Well, well, well Miss Stanford, not so wordy now, are you? Not so rude when you have a collar around your throat. Where’s all that defiance, hmm? Where is all that brattiness now you have a cock inside you? It’s all gone away, hasn’t it? How do you like your new place?”

“Y-you won’t….you can’t…”

“Get away with this?” The man laughed. “Were you really trying to say that? Look at the class! I already have!”

His hand came down sharply on her clit. The pain surged through her and she screamed, the convulsions shook her and made her pussy tighten around his cock. He moaned, his thrusts coming faster and harder as he enjoyed her pain.

“Do you see anyone coming forward to help you here? Do you think you have any chance at all? Go ahead! Beg them! Beg them to help and see what they do!”

His thrusts were rhythmic and powerful. Her legs were shaking. The teacher was sitting on his chair, she was perched atop of him, his hips rising and falling, fucking her relentlessly. Hammering her with waves of pleasure and want and need.

she tried to speak. Looked to the crowd. To the people she had known for years. Surely, they had to help her now? Surely, they wouldn’t leave her like this? She couldn’t understand how this had happened!

“Please…” Sarah begged. “Please help me… please don’t let him do this to me!”

But those who were sympathetic simply turned away. Her heart fell, she saw no mercy in the ones who remained. Only eagerness. Want and hunger. Just yesterday, she’d been one of them! They’d chatted, laughed and joked. Now she was prey. She was meat. Not a single one of them moved to help her.

“Do you know why?” The teacher asked. “Because if they help you, they’ll be next.”

“No…”

“Yes. You were offered up as a sacrifice. Betrayed by your friends. I told them all exactly what I was going to do to you before class and not a single one stepped forward.

His free hand traced the outline of her breasts with exquisite slowness, his words hammering into her mind. They spoke of betrayal. Had everyone really known? Had she really been given up? Made a sacrifice? They wouldn’t do that to her, surely?

But then, why was no one helping?

“Look at them all,” Evans whispered between thrusts. “They betrayed you. They’re getting off on this. Watching me fuck you. And why shouldn’t they? You’re just a brat. Just a girl who couldn’t keep her mind on the lesson and so became the lesson. What are you, Sarah?”

“I…I’m not saying it!”

Her body twisted, writhing against his cock. Her legs kicked out and her back arched. Pleasure spiked, rising through her like a force she could not deny.

“You’re going to say it in the end.”

“Fuck you!”

He punished her with another hard slap to the clit. Her body jerked and several of the girls winced in sympathy. He fucked her faster now, gaining speed and force. Pummeling her mind with waves of pleasure that boiled and leapt and danced through her thoughts. Heat twisted and wrapped about her flailing limbs, the collar felt so tight. With every upward arc, he pulled on it, reminding her that it was there. That she belonged to him.

That this was the punishment you got for being a brat in class.

Her legs clenched, her pussy spasmed; a terrible feeling of want was spreading through her with every thrusting penetration. Evans was moaning too. His grunts became louder and louder, his motions more frantic. His cock throbbed, the walls of her pussy greedily clung to it.

He was getting close and Sarah felt a spark of panic.

“No! N-no! Sir, please! Please don’t cum inside of me! Please! No one has ever done that!”

“Well, you know what to say if you want to avoid that!”

Her hands clenched. Her heart hammered. How could she admit that? How could she say those words? Surely, they’d burn her tongue? Surely they’d scorch her mouth? But if she didn’t…. Oh god, was he really going to cum inside of her in front of all her friends?

It was a nightmare! It was a nightmare she couldn’t escape! Sarah twisted, she gasped, she bucked and whined and writhed on his cock. The man felt so hard now, his grunts filled her ears. He had to be close! She had to say it!

“I’m the teacher’s pet!” Her body shuddered with humiliation. “I’m the teacher’s slutty pet! I only exist to take cocks! Thank you for showing me my purpose, sir!”

The air rang with her words. Someone in the back row began to clap. Her face burned red, but now at least the teacher would stop, right?

But instead of stopping, he sped up! His grunting edged with a hint of urgency. Sarah tried to pull away but the collar around her neck kept her pinned. He pulled it hard, yanking her down against his cock, burying himself as deeply inside of her as he could!

Oh fuck, it felt so good! Oh god, why was part of her enjoying this so much? She had to resist! She had to fight! But her limbs had turned to jelly! All she could do was endure the tempo of pleasure that danced and rattled through her veins, knowing each moment that the climax was edging closer and closer. That the first man to truly fuck her and fill her with his cum would be her own teacher.

Suddenly, the man gave a loud moan. Sarah spasmed, shaking her head, begging for the moment not to have come at last.

But it had. His cock throbbed, unleashing a wave of wetness that filled her pussy. Her womanhood hugged his shaft, the tautness of her muscles only making it even harder for him to hold back. He thrust again and again, forcing her body upwards. Her breasts danced as her back arched, and he filled her with his seed until she was a dripping, pathetic mess.

Only then, once he was finally spent, did he allow her to slump to the floor. His cum stained her; dripping down her thighs to pool on the ground below. As Sarah lay there, shuddering and shivering in defeat, she looked at the class with tearful stained eyes.

But before she could do anything or try to speak, she felt the leash connected to her collar yanked hard. She was pulled back, into a sitting position against the chair in which the teacher sat, his hands moved to stroke her head, fingers twisting about her dark hair.

“From now on,” he said. “Sarah here is going to be class pet. The first thing she will do whenever we start class is strip naked. She is banned from wearing any sort of underwear, of course. And every class will be taken with her fingering that slutty pussy of hers.”

Sarah tore away, finding the strength to rise to shaking legs. She turned her most furious glare on the man.

“You must be joking! Why would I ever do that, you sick fuck? You’re going to pay for this! I’m going to tell the police and you’re going to pay for the rest of your life!”

Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes blazed with anger and fury. Yet Evans remained calm. He looked at her, his dark brown eyes almost taunting as they drank in the sight of her naked chest.

“I think not,” said the teacher. “What you have to say would certainly destroy me… but do you really think you’d make it out intact?”

He tilted his head.

“I’d be sure to destroy your life as well, Sarah.”

Her hands clenched, her heart hammered.

“How the hell would you do that? You think you scare me? You don’t have anything on me!”

“I don’t need to scare you.” Evans gestured to the class. The phones which had been out, recording each and every moment. “As for not having anything. Strictly true, I suppose. Your friends on the other hand…”

“They wouldn’t…”

“Why not? They didn’t help you before? What makes you think they’d stick their neck out now? They give you up, girl. They don’t care about you. All I had to do was promise them passes for the rest of the year. That was all it took.”

“No…”

Sarah turned, sweeping her gaze across the class. Several turned away in shame. Others grinned at her, one gestured to his camera, as if she needed reminding that he’d caught everything on film!

“And if you destroy me,” Mister Evans went on almost conversationally. “Other questions are going to be asked. Like why did the rest of the class not stop it? So really, it’s in their best interests to keep things going. All I have to do is ask them to upload the video to as many sites as they can. Along with your real name and address.”

Sarah blanched. This was a nightmare. This couldn’t be happening. She tried to think of a counter. Of something she could say or do to turn the situation around. There had to be something!

But if there was, Evans did not intend to give her a chance to find it.

“Besides, I am a fair college teacher. As long as this secret stays between just us in this classroom, everyone here is free to use your body however they want. During class hours and outside of them.”

Sarah recoiled as if slapped. Her body shook, cold fingers of dread closing about her spine. Her world was shattering. She tried to fight, tried to find something to say. Stuttering, rambling words trailed from her mouth, but there was no strength to them. No belief.

She was beaten and they all knew it.

“Now get on your knees, Sarah,” Evans said. “I think it’s time you showed each member of this class personally exactly what the benefits are to having a classroom pet.”