Collection

Startled, the group of students dispersed, leaving a slight young man cowering on the floor. James recognized the young man as Nico Williams, an awkward nerd who always got top marks in his Economics class, but was otherwise rather shy and reserved.

James quickly extended his hand to help Nico up, his expression stern and authoritative.

"Thank you, Mr. Vilet," the young man gasped, a little out of breath from the scuffle.

"What did the boys want from you, you're not really one to step on anyone's toes, are you?" James asked, giving him a stern look.

Nico looked down in shame, his shoulders slumped as he spoke.

"I may have hacked into two of the boys' cloud storage and seen some 'intimate' photos of their girlfriends and I may have been seen doing it."

James couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration – he knew that Nico was a smart kid, but he couldn't help but wonder why he would do something like this.

"Nico, you're a smart kid," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "But you can't go around hacking into people's cloud storage and looking at their personal photos. That's not only illegal, it's also unethical. Do you understand?"

Nico nodded, his eyes downcast as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vilet," he said, his voice trembling with shame. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I just... I just got carried away."

James couldn't help but feel a sense of pity – he knew that Nico was a good kid, and he didn't want to see him get into any more trouble.

"Look, Nico," he said, his voice softening a little. "I'm going to forget about this if you do one thing for me. Send me those photos and don't say a word about it to anyone. Understand?"

Nico nodded, his eyes wide with shock as he spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Vilet," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I understand. Thank you for understanding, Mr. Vilet. I won't let you down again."

James nodded, a small smile spreading across his face as he watched Nico leave the locker room. He knew that he had made the right decision – Nico was a good kid, and he didn't want to see him get into any more trouble. He also wanted to see what kind of "material" the boys had. As James made his way home, his phone flashed and a pop-up told him that Nico had indeed sent him the files. He quickly opened the message and eagerly scrolled through the files, his mind already focused on the task at hand.

There were a few lingerie shots, kissing mouths, and other innocent photos, but then the women's clothes fell off and James was amused by the increasingly revealing photos. One showed a red-haired student with a cock deep in her mouth, another showed the same girl naked and handcuffed on a bed.

In the other files, he found a short clip of a black student having fun with two of the school's football players. One was fucking her pussy while the other was fucking her mouth and making obscene comments about the woman.

James couldn't help but be impressed – these photos and videos were hot, and he knew that he could use them to his advantage. He quickly saved them to his phone, his mind already racing with ideas.

He knew that he could use these photos and videos to **** the students, to get them to do whatever he wanted. He could make them do his bidding, no matter what it was. James was always on the lookout for new toys – he had a voracious appetite for women, and he couldn't help but be on the lookout for new ones to add to his collection.

When James arrived home, he opened the large front door and grabbed the post from the mailbox before leaving his everyday items in the hallway. Walking down the long hallway with its many doors leading to all sorts of rooms, he reached the living room and found exactly what he needed.

A young woman was tied up in a metal rack, her whole body glistening with sweat and a constant humming muffled the sounds she made. There were vibrators in both of her holes, buzzing constantly and driving her wild with pleasure. He walked over to her, his eyes gleaming with lust as he stroked her ass. Immediately, life shot into the hitherto calm body, and she began to tremble and try to free herself, which seemed impossible given her position.

"Oh my precious," James whispered, his voice low and husky. "You know you'll be 'trained' until the end of the week. Only then will you have served your time."

"Yes, Master," the woman said in a broken voice, her eyes downcast as she spoke.

Kara, that was the name of the woman hanging in the frame. James had hired her as a housekeeper, but instead of thanking him for giving her a job, he had caught her stealing. Instead of calling the police, he had given her a choice – call the police or be his personal plaything for a week.

Kara had chosen the latter, and now she was paying the price for her mistake.

She was a tall, slender woman with long, dark hair that hung in loose waves around her shoulders. Her skin was pale and smooth, with a few faint freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks.

Her eyes were a deep brown, with long, thick lashes that brushed against her cheeks as she hung in the frame. Her lips were full and plump, with a natural pink tint that made them look kissable.

Her body was toned and fit, with small, perky breasts and a narrow waist that flared out into wide, childbearing hips. Her legs were long and shapely, with firm, toned muscles that flexed and relaxed as she hung in the frame.

Overall, Kara was a beautiful woman, with a natural grace and elegance that made her stand out in a crowd. But now, she was nothing more than a plaything, a toy for James to use and **** as he saw fit.

And as she hung in the frame, trembling and moaning with pleasure, she knew that she had made a mistake – she should have called the police instead of agreeing to be James' plaything.

But it was too late now – she was trapped, and she knew that she would have to see this through to the end.

"I really hope you didn't have too many orgasms while I was gone," James said, his voice low and husky as he stood behind Kara.

He knew full well that the vibrators were on the lowest setting, and that she could stay aroused for hours without coming. But he also knew that Kara was a masochist, and that she enjoyed the pain and suffering that came with being his plaything.

Kara, for her part, was happy to get rid of the toys – the constant buzzing was starting to drive her crazy. But she was also afraid of James – he had fucked her for hours until she couldn't take any more, and she knew that he was capable of anything.

"No, Master," she said, her voice trembling with fear and pleasure as she spoke. "I didn't have any orgasms while you were gone."

James nodded, a small smile spreading across his face as he undressed.

"Good girl," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "Now, let's get started. I have a lot of plans for you, and I don't want to waste any time."

James didn't waste any time – he quickly walked over to Kara, his cock already hard and ready for action.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned her in front of him. Then, without a word of warning, he thrust his cock deep inside her pussy, making her scream with pleasure and pain as he filled her up.

He started to fuck her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. Kara could do nothing but hang there and take it, her body trembling and shaking with every thrust.

James didn't care – he was in control, and he was going to use that control to get what he wanted. He fucked her for what seemed like hours, his cock never once slowing down as he pounded into her.

Kara could do nothing but scream and beg for mercy, her body trembling and shaking as she came again and again. But James wasn't in the mood for mercy – he was in the mood for pleasure, and he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted.

But James wasn't satisfied with just her pussy – he wanted more. And so, he pulled out of her pussy and quickly positioned himself behind her.

Without a word of warning, he thrust his cock deep inside her ass, making her scream and moan as he filled her up. He started to fuck her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. James loved to see how the women struggled at first to take his cock fully inside them, their bodies tensing up as they tried to adjust to his size. But gradually, they would relax, and he would be able to fuck them full size, their bodies trembling and shaking with pleasure as he pounded into them.

Kara was no exception – the first time he had fucked her in the ass, she had cried and resisted, her body tensing up as she tried to adjust to his size. But now, after hours of 'training', she was a well-lubricated anal whore, her moans of pleasure revealing how much she enjoyed it. When he could barely stand to ram his cock into that shapely ass, James pulled back, his body trembling and shaking with pleasure. He quickly walked over to Kara, his cock still hard and dripping with her juices.

He stood in front of her, his eyes gleaming with lust as he held his wet, shiny cock in front of her face.

"Either voluntarily or with a mouth spreader again?" he asked calmly, his voice firm and authoritative.

Kara timidly opened her mouth, her eyes downcast as she received the cock that had been in her ass before. She knew better than to resist – James was in control, and she was just a plaything, a toy for him to use and **** as he saw fit.

Without hesitation, James picked up the pace again, his hips slapping against Kara's face as he fucked her mouth deep into her throat. She could do nothing but hang there and take it, her body trembling and shaking as he pounded into her.

Finally, he couldn't take it any longer – he held Kara's head on his shaft, his cock twitching and spasming as he shot his load directly into her stomach. He groaned with satisfaction, his body trembling with pleasure as he came.

After James caught his breath, he released Kara from the frame, her body sagging and powerless as he did so. She sank to the floor, her legs barely able to hold her up as the effects of the 'training' took their toll.

James didn't care – he was already thinking about his next move. He had a nine o'clock appointment tomorrow, and he knew that he had to be well-rested and ready for anything.

"I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "I've got a nine o'clock appointment tomorrow, wake me up as usual."

Kara nodded, her eyes downcast as she spoke.

"Yes master," she gasped, her body trembling and shaking as she tried to stand up.

James didn't wait for her – he simply turned away and walked up the stairs to his bedroom, his mind already focused on his next move.