He poked her in the shoulder blade, but she barely stirred. Obviously, the girl was worn out from her brutal fuckings, but as he looked up at the clock he realized he still had 20 minutes of detention time for her. He surely couldn’t let her out early, so he would have to find something else for her to do.
He went back to his lab to find something to keep himself entertained. He found a pair of small weights, something that he used with his class to measure mass. He grinned. Striding back towards Ashleigh, he took the metal clips off the electrical board and sank each into a nipple. She groaned in the back of her throat, but did nothing further to resist. He then began to wire the weights to her nipples. He stood back and examined his work. Her nipples were being pulled further and further from the rest of her breasts. She was moaning a bit in pain, careful not to move in case she jarred her breasts even more. He smiled with satisfaction.
He returned to her backside and slid on the gloves. “I need you to push out the cylinder,” he instructed Ashleigh as he knelt before her frigid cunt. Ashleigh groaned but did nothing. “Fine,” he sighed, “have it your way.” He brutally inserted his gloved finger into Ashleigh’s raped twat, eliciting a squeal from her. He finally found the cylinder, which was lodged snugly against her cervix, and managed to pull it out. His gloved fingers were cold, but her pussy had somehow managed to warm up the cylinder considerably. He tossed it to the floor, noting the pinkish cream that had encased it. Slipping off his gloves, he slid a finger up her cold snatch. He slowly slid another one in, and then withdrew.
He pulled her up off the desk by her bound wrists and sat her on the desk. She was wobbly and could barely keep herself upright. The sudden jarring motion caused the weights attached to her nipples to bounce and clank against one another, which caused her to yelp in pain. “Do you want to go home, Ashleigh?” Mr. Sanders asked kindly. She merely nodded.
“Well, I will let you go AFTER you fuck me on the floor. But this time I am not the one fucking you – you will be the one fucking me.” Mr. Sanders grabbed Ashleigh and lowered himself onto the floor, his cock already semi-erect. He lowered Ashleigh until she was sitting on his stomach. The jarring motion made her flinch as the weights pulled against her tender nipples. Mr. Sanders leaned back and positioned Ashleigh until she was sitting on top of his crotch, but his cock was still not inside of her.
“Now, Ashleigh, before I change my mind and tell the principal you need to come to detention next week, too.” Ashleigh’s eyes flew open and she raised her hips slightly. It was difficult for her to get his cock inside of her body, especially since it was not exceptionally hard, and so finally Mr. Sanders took pity on her and helped guide his tool into her cold cunt. The coldness almost caused him to lose whatever hard-on he had, but he was quickly able to keep it as he watched Ashleigh grunt over him, the weights clanking together with each little rise and fall of her hips, her eyes screwed tightly shut from the pain and degradation, her body covered with sweat. Her mouth was still full of her thong, which made her puffy cheeks look like she was sucking a cock. She rose and fell, gently, trying not to cause the weights to clank together. Mr. Sanders’ cock continued to get harder, until he could no longer accept her tiny moveme nts and grabbed hold of her hips, thrusting her brutally up and down on his pole, the weights clanking together and swirling madly. She yelped with each thrust, until he filled her beautiful pussy with his cum once more. He shoved her off of him and stood up. She was weeping silently, cum dribbling out of her ass and pussy.
“I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight!” he exclaimed, gathered his pants up from the floor. “Now, Ashleigh, have you learned your lesson?”
She merely nodded.
“You won’t be skipping my class again, will you?”
Ashleigh shook her head.
“Good girl,” he said, slipping his pants on. “Now, come with me.” He grabbed the girl, naked except for her plaid skirt that was stuck around her hips and the fishnet stockings. Thrusting her into the hall before him, he grabbed her wrists and drug her down the hallway. He pulled her into the boys’ locker room. He untied her wrists and made her kneel before a bench. He took the Saran Wrap and retied her, her hands attached to her knees, her pussy and ass spread invitingly in the air. She tried to struggle, but she couldn’t move and she had no energy left.
“I do believe the gym coach told me that you skipped his class three times this week too, Ashleigh. Tsk, tsk. He’s having football practice tonight, but I am sure that the football team will be returning shortly. I’m sure that the team will teach you the importance of coming to gym every day.”
With that, Mr. Sanders left her in the gym, naked and crying. As he gathered his things and cleared up the lab, he realized that he had forgotten to give Ashleigh her clothes. He scooped them up in a pile and trotted down to the locker room. He could hear Ashleigh’s muffled screams all the way down the hall. When he entered the locker room, he saw one football player fucking her ass while another fucked her mouth. One of them was talking about making an Ashleigh sandwich, which caused several of them to laugh wickedly. Mr. Sanders nodded at the boys, threw her clothes and boots on the floor, and whistled as he walked out of the building, Ashleigh’s muffled screams music to his ears.
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