His teacher accuses him of cheating

A week had passed since the math test. Now, John was back in the same seat, discreetly fingering Meilin, who was sitting right next to him, wearing the sluttiest outfit imaginable. Funnily enough, nobody seemed to wonder how the most brilliant student of the class had become such a braindead slut all of a sudden. Everyone seemed to remember her always being this illiterate bimbo with no other purpose than to get her holes ravaged by the whole class.

-Oooh...so good...me love you John...

-I know, I know. Ah, and here come the tests.

Usually, John would always dread this moment. He had always been bad at math. But now was different. Mrs Ratchett had always been intimidating, but this time, she would have no reason to be angry at him. He smiled, as Meilin was being handed her own paper. For the first time of her life, she was getting a zero. The first of a long serie. John's smile suddenly turned into anger when he saw his test.

-What the fuck?

To his great surprise, the number on his paper was the same as before : 0. He looked angrily at his teacher, who was still handing over the tests to the other students, and decided to wait for the end of the class. Another hour passed, until the bell rang and the rest of the class left, until there was nobody in the room, except for John and mrs Ratchett.

-Excuse me?

The teacher sighed. She was sitting behind her desk, correcting the papers of the next class, and was obviously not thrilled at the idea of dealing with an unhappy student. She stared at John with a cold look. John couldn't help noticing that despite being older than his classmates, she definitely wasn't ugly.

-What?

-I think there's a mistake. You gave me a zero.

-I know.

-Care to explain?

Mrs Ratchett sighed, visibly eager to end this conversation already.

-How stupid do you think I am. You've been bad at math all year long, and all of a sudden, not a single bad answer on this test. It's obvious you cheated.

-You don't know that, maybe I've worked my ass out to achieve this.

-Yeah, right, like an idiot like you could make anything out of this test. Now if you excuse me, I have more urgent matters to...

The slap that landed in her face caught her offguard, causing her to fall from her chair. Lying on the ground, she straightened up, holding he painful right cheek.

-You, she stammered. You just got yourself expelled. Just wait until the...

Before she could finish her sentence, John had knelt next to her and grabbed her by her throat, preventing her from breathing. She widened her eyes in horror, as John was forcing her head against the floor, while strangling her.

-Ggggg...

-I wasn't planning to do anything with you, but you had to be a bitch to me. Too bad for you, I guess.

John sat with all his weight on her legs, making her stop kicking in the air to escape. Her face was red, her eyes looked like they were able to pop out, as air was getting more rare in her brain. With his remaining hand, John started tearing off her clothes. Her shirt, her bra, her panties, leaving nothing but her skirt.

-Please...

Feeling his victim was about to pass out, he released his grip on her throat. Mrs Ratchett gasped for air loudly, as John was slowly standing up. Too terrified for words, she started crawling towards the door, but John had other plans for her. He saw the ruler on her desk and got an idea. He grabbed the object and walked towards the almost naked teacher, who was still trying to escape. He reached for her hair and pulled it brutally, causing her to squeal in pain. Then, he got on his knees, behind her, and lifted her skirt, revealing her plump ass.

-No, please.

-Don't move.

Suddenly, Mrs Ratchett stopped crawling, as if her body was no longer obeying her. Immediately, John smacked her left buttcheek with the ruler, hard enough to leave a red mark.

-Uuungh...please stop it.

A second smack on the other buttcheek caused her to squeal again.

-You like punishments, right? So I hope you enjoy yours.

John grabbed his cock and shoved it without foreplay in his teacher's tight asshole. Mrs Ratchett screamed in protest, but couldn't do anything else but witness her body being used against her will.

-Aaargh...no, please, not in my...

-Shut up, said John, smacking her ass once more with the ruler.

For the next minutes, John kept fucking his teacher's asshole, ignoring her pleas for mercy, holding her hair with one hand, slapping her butt with the ruler with the other, until her ass was now covered in red and bloody marks everywhere he had hit it.

-Please, you're tearing me apart, it can't take it anymore.

-You can, and you will.

John silently wished the size of his dick to be multiplied by three. He immediately felt her asshole becoming tighter around his member, as her screams were getting louder, her butthole getting enlarged to an extent it had never been before.

-Please...

John hesitated. Her butt looked like it had taken enough damage. A moment later, he had withdrawn. Before the teacher could collapse on the floor, he pulled her hair, forcing her to get up, and threw her on her desk, where she fell on her back. Then, he spread her legs, forcing her in full nelson position, and shoved once more his massive dick in her asshole.

-Please...no more...no more...

For the next minutes, John kept fucking her ass, slapping her tits with the ruler this time. Soon, they were just as damaged as her ass. When John finally came inside of her, she was barely able to talk anymore. He withdrew, leaving a thread of semen between his dick and her ass.

-You...freak...I'll...call the police.

-No you won't.

John's look towards mrs Ratchett was dark enough to make her panic.

-Wait, please...I have a family...

-Interesting.

John started walking around the room, admiring the ravaged body of his teacher, who was letting herself slip from the desk to the floor, sobbing.

-Listen to me, he finally said. You're family is no longer your family. They are your masters. You will remember the things as they used to be, but as soon as you go back home, they will despise you, treat you like the lowest of their slaves.

-W...what...

-Actually, every human you interact with will treat you poorly from now on. You're everyone's **** now.

-N...no...

-Just to show your new status, you will always wander around naked, showing off your bruises to everyone. You'll obey everyone's command, but I won't brainwash you. You'll still have your mind intact, except that every time you consider protesting, resisting, or just thinking poorly about me or one of your masters, your body will have an urge to punish itself. For example : what do you think of me.

Mrs Ratchett opened her mouth to answer, to tell this creep to go fuck himself. But suddenly, as if she was seeing it from a dream, she clumsily stood up, grabbed the edges of the desk, and slammed her head against it.

-Aaargh...what...why did I...

-I told you. Every negative thought will be punished.

The teacher was shaking, blood streaming from her broken nose. She looked at John once more, this time more scared than angry.

-Please...don't leave me like th...

-Why don't you go home? John interrupted her. I'm sure your family will be more than happy to see their **** come home. And remember : no negative thoughts towards them, or you're in for even more pain.