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Her two teachers have had the eye for her and she runs into school late at night after parents evening. The two teachers finally get what they want. (MM/f-teen, nc, rp, v, 1st, tor, bd, sn) *** It was late on Friday evening and Emma had just come back from visiting her boyfriend. She was told that is was parent's evening and her parents told her to meet them at the school. She was an hour late but she didn't really care. She was a bit of a rebel with a kind heart. She was five foot four, and was voluptuous. She had wavy messy hair that was all different colours but mainly it was blonde. She had pale skin and green eyes with a nose and lip piercing. She walked along to the beat of the music to her iPod. She had a baggy black band t-shirt on and tight light blue jeans. She marched into the school which was dark. She wondered why it was since it was parent's evening. She glanced at the clock and realised it was 11'oclock! She was just about to leave when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Ahh Emma we wondered when you would turn up!" Emma whipped round and sighed in relief, it was only Mr. Valentine the history teacher. Emma said, "You alright sir? What you doing here so late?" Mr. Valentine shuffled his feet, cleared his throat and smiled "Me and Mr. Smith waited for you because we need to have a serious chat." Emma stared at him. He looked scary in the night and she felt her heart jump into her throat. "What have I done this time?" Emma said. "Come with me Emma we have a lot to discuss." Emma followed him down the corridor and went into the history room. Mr. Smith was there sat at the desk with his trainers up on the desk. "Jamie what have I told you about your feet on my work!" "Sorry Raphael," He exclaimed, "Ah Emma I was hoping I would see you tonight." Emma who was still sniggering to find out her history teachers first name was starting feel like something was wrong. She noticed that Mr. Valentine kept smiling oddly at her and Mr. Smith kept licking his lips and looking her up and down. She could feel their eyes moving over her body. She decided to break the silence and said to them defiantly, "What do you want because I want to go home in a minute I'm tired." "Well Emma, I know you are good student but your grades have been declining alarmingly so me and Mr. Smith have decided that you need to be punished." Emma stared at the two teachers positive now that something was wrong. She edged towards the door as she told them, "Well give me my week's detentions then I will be off." The two teachers smiled at each other and Mr. Smith said, "That was not quite what we had in mind Emma." Emma was getting afraid now and said, "Well what did you have in mind?" "Well Emma you may not know this but Mr. Smith and I have been watching you for a very long time now. We have watched you from year seven. Your pre-teen body was beautiful Emma but now you have the body of a woman and we want it." They looked at each other with a sadistic lust in their eyes for the rebellious teenager who stood in their wake. "B...but why me? I am not the best looking and I have um… no experience in that field. I'm sure you could find other people with more experience than me. Say Kelly for instance!" Emma gasped desperately trying to save herself from these two sick minded men. "Emma, Emma, Emma. If we wanted a slag we would go to a brothel. No, me and Mr. Valentine want young, fresh meat. As you said yourself you are a virgin. I never would have expected it of YOU Emma. Yummy! Yummy!" "Oh and Emma don't think we are stupid because we see you edging towards the door. If you run you will feel pain like you have never felt pain before you dirty little bitch!" Emma cowered in Mr. Valentine's shadow. He was a tall man about six foot four. He had a natural tan and his hair was black. His deep brown eyes glittered with malice as he sneered at her. Mr. Smith was grinning at him. Mr. Smith was a six foot man. He had large shoulders and he was rather pale with dark blue eyes. He had brown hair and glasses. His legs were muscular and he had a toned body. He had massive biceps and Emma was sure if he picked her up he could easily crush her ribs if he squeezed them hard enough. "Well Mr. Smith, Mr. Valentine I think you are the biggest pair of perverts in the world and you are in the land of fucking dreams if you think you are raping me. Why don't you both just leave me the fuck alone and let me go." Emma was gasping for breath after these words and was trembling. "Emma, dreams come TRUE!" Mr. Valentine snatched at her but she swung round and ducked out of the door. She felt his fingers grasp some of her hair and she cried out in pain. She heard Valentine snap to Smith "Well don't just sit there! Grab her!" She didn't hear anymore after that. She scrambled down the corridor and ran outside into the cool air. She wondered which way to go when she heard Mr. Smith shout, "Yoohoo little girlie, you can't escape from me you suck at running!" Emma panicked because she knew Mr. Smith was right. She dashed into the science block and ran into her form tutor's room. Mr. Osbourne must have gone home because his desk was tidy and the lights were off. She hid under the far desk and cried with fear and pain. She had cut her arm and it was dripping with blood. Suddenly she heard the door creak open and she waited in silence. "Emma? I know you are in here you little whore so you may as well give it up. If you come out I promise we won't hurt you a lot. We will just get what we want then let you go." It was Mr. Valentine. Emma shook under the desk. She was so scared; she has beads of sweat running down her face. "We have to do it the hard way then. You are going to suffer Emma. Wearing those short tight skirts and blouses. You have teased me ever since you got here you little bitch and now I can finally have you!" He walked round the classroom slowly breathing heavily. He stopped right in front of the desk which concealed the scared sixteen year old. She saw his polished shoes were right next to her. He crouched slowly and looked at her. "Peek-a-boo little girl." Emma screamed as he grabbed her. Mr. Smith ran in and grinned. He grabbed Emma's legs and pinned her on the table. Mr. Valentine pulled a long thick rope out of his pocket and wrapped it tightly around her arms pinning them to the table. They grinned when they saw her bleeding arm. Mr. Valentine put his mouth to it and licked the blood and Emma screamed. It stung and bled even more. "Emma you do know a virgin's blood is the best, so sweet!" "Get the fuck off me you wanker! You just wait until my boyfriend hears about this he will kick your ass!" Emma screamed. "What makes you think you are leaving my dear?" Mr. Smith said and stared into her eyes. She looked up at her captors and tears of desolation streamed down her cheek. She knew she was helpless and she was about to have her innocence took away. Mr. Valentine wrapped another length of rope round her ankles and strapped them to the desk. He pulled her head up by her hair and placed a pillow under it. "This is only so you can see what we are doing to you." Mr. Valentine said. Mr. Smith whipped out a sharp pair of scissors and cut her t shirt off and her white lacy bra was revealed. "Oh yes Emma! 34 D if I am not mistaken! Gorgeous, you must be proud of those babies you little slut!" Mr. Smith smiled with bloodlust dancing in his eyes. She was spread eagled on the desk when both teachers cut her bra off. They pulled out the desk and Mr. Valentine was on the left side and Mr. Smith was on the right. They grabbed a tit each and caressed it gently. Emma gasped because their hands were cold and rough. They started squeezing them, gentle at first and then they started squeezing them with all their strength and Emma cried out in agony. Her boobs were still growing and this was like a burning pain throughout her chest. Mr. Smith slapped her hard across her face and said, "Stop squealing like a pig or I will shut you up!" Then Mr. Smith pulled out his scissors and cut off her jeans revealing smooth but pale legs. Emma was staring in shock. Her cute spongebob hot pants were on show. Both teachers looked at each other and said at the same time "How cute Emma." Emma struggled against her bonds and screamed out, "Just leave me the fuck alone you dirty bastards!" She then spat at them but it stopped short. Mr. Smith stared at her and said, "Emma it is time I shut you up. And if I feel teeth I will carve you into tiny pieces. Do you understand?" Emma looked into the manic blue eyes and nodded meekly. He pulled down his tracksuit bottoms and pulled down his boxer shorts and pulled out his cock. Emma stared because she had never seen one before. It was eleven inches long and thick. It was throbbing and it had a swollen purple head. Mr. Smith straddled Emma over her chest and put his huge cock at the entrance of her mouth. Emma cried, "Please let me take my lip stud out first." Mr. Smith replied "I will." He pulled it and it come straight out. He placed it on the next desk and then pushed the swollen head into Emma's mouth. She gagged at the feeling and Mr. Smith slapped her. He grabbed her hair and rammed her head on his cock and he moaned as her warm wet tongue rubbed against his huge meat. She gagged and tried to pull away but this just held more slaps for her. He slapped her pale face until it was red raw. "Emma you little bitch I expect better from you! Now take it like the whore you are!" He pulled her up by the hair and fucked her throat mercilessly. Emma now had tears streaming down her face and she was choking on his massive meat. He gave a deep sigh and then Emma felt something warm salty and sticky in her mouth. She tried to spit it out but Mr. Smith wouldn't stop fucking her mouth so she swallowed it. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for air greedily and then started to cry, trembling uncontrollably. "See Emma? You see the extent of which you teased us? Now this is our moment Emma, we will finally get what we have dreamed over, your body." Mr. Valentine's words chilled Emma to the very bone. "Emma, I know that is not the best you can do. I had to do most of the work! You know Raphael; I think she needs to be punished. Anything come to mind?" Mr. Valentine smiled and licked his lips. "Exactly what I had in mind Jamie." Mr. Valentine walked out of the room and come back five minutes later pushing a trolley full of bottles and other things that were not visible from the angle Emma's head was. Mr. Smith wandered over and looked into the trolley. "Ah Raphael, very good indeed! We can have some fun with these!" Emma stared at the two men wondering what was on the trolley. She knew by their smile that it did not bode well for her. Mr. Smith walked over to her and he had a long narrow strip of black cloth in his left hand. "Now Emma we want to surprise you with the arranged delights we have tonight. So you must wear this blindfold so you can't see what is coming." Mr. Smith was grinning as he said this and he had a manic glint in his eye. Emma struggled against the rope but it dug into her injured arm and made her cry out in pain. Mr. Smith slapped her over and over again for this and roughly blindfolded her. She was whimpering by this time and both teachers grinned at the 16 year old virgin they had tied to the table. "Jamie, it is time we showed Emma how frustrated she has made us!" As Mr. Valentine said these words Emma heard a chink of metal and footsteps coming towards her. She felt her hand pressed down onto the table and then there was a bang and a scream. White hot pain coursed through her body and she shook violently. Mr. Valentine had pinned her hand to the table with a steak knife. Emma stopped shaking and screamed with pain. Then he pinned the other hand to the table with another knife. Then the rope was untied from her wrists. Her breath was haggard and she found it hard to breathe. Mr. Smith giggled and said her, "Emma now you are going to be mine! I will take your virginity and you shall belong to me." Emma didn't say anything at all. She knew whatever she said there would be more pain round the corner. She felt Mr. Smith's muscular legs push hers apart and felt his huge hard cock at the entrance of her virgin hole. Suddenly she let out a shrill scream; he pushed forward and ripped through her hymen without much effort. He moaned as he felt her virgin blood run down his massive cock. God how tight she was! He held her up while he pounded her pussy. Emma was in agony. She had never felt anything like this before. She sobbed as her body was violated mercilessly by her teacher. But as he carried on a new sensation was filling her, a warm tingly feeling that was almost unbearably pleasurable. Her body betrayed her when she moaned and bit her lip with ecstasy. Mr. Smith smiled and laughed. "Emma is you enjoying this? You little whore; you like to be fucked by big bad man meat don't you? You live for this you little slut!" He knew he was going to explode with her tight pussy encasing his cock. He felt the cum shoot out of his cock and into her pussy. He lay on top of her shaking and sweating. He licked her face and said to her, "Thanks Emma I enjoyed that bitch." Mr. Valentine walked over and whispered in her ear, "Hey Emma guess what? It's my turn next and trust me; I am not as gentle as Mr. Smith." He bit her cheek and she moaned as he pulled away. She was crying uncontrollably, she was exhausted and she felt weak from blood loss. Her head was spinning and she felt sick. Emma felt more pain in her hands as the knives were pulled out. Her feet were untied but she was too weak to struggle. She was placed on all fours and the knives were slammed into the backs of her hands. She passed out from this… When she awoke she found that her hands were still pinned to the table and she was propped up by Mr. Smith. At the back she felt Mr. Valentine's hard cock at the entrance of her ass. "Oh no please sir! Not there not in there!" She begged her history teacher. Mr. Smith propped her up with some books and stood on a chair in front of her. His hard cock was at the entrance of her mouth again. "Now Emma, I want to do this to you. So I am and there is nothing you can say to stop it. I have wanted a piece of your fine ass for years!" Saying that Mr. Valentine rammed his massive cock up her ass. She screamed and shouted "STOP IT PLEASE!! IT HURTS FAR TOO MUCH!" She was begging for him to stop Mr. Smith rammed his huge meat down the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull away but the knives held fast. She heard Mr. Valentine moan in ecstasy as he fucked her ass hard. Emma felt her ass being ripped open and the blood trickle down her thigh. "Emma I knew you were going to feel good but I never would have expected this." Mr. Valentine carried on pounding her ass and Mr. Smith kept at fucking her throat. She found that she could not breathe and gagged. She felt dizzy as the two men spit-roasted her. She was suffocating! Vomit rose in her throat but could not escape! She choked and tried to back away from the cock pounding her mouth but he wouldn't give. Emma was past feeling now and the last thing she felt were both men shooting their loads into her ass and mouth. She collapsed on the table lifeless with vomit and cum pouring out of her mouth. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57