The New Teacher, Part 3

The Bradhall Academy: The New Teacher, Part 3

Story by All These Roadworks (2025).

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FOR THE PURPOSE OF CLARITY: The schooling in this story takes place after the conclusion of regular high school, and all students mentioned are therefore aged 18 years at minimum.

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Hope lived as a lesbian, with a lesbian girlfriend, and so she often pretended that she had never thought about what it would be like to have a mouthful of cock, or to swallow a man’s semen.

She was thinking about it today, though, as she set up for her horrible class of misogynistic 18-year-old boys at the Bradhall Academy. Because the lesson she was teaching was called “Fellatio - The Female Need to Suck Cock, and How to **** a Bitch to Swallow Your Cum”.

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She had been back to see Thomas’ father again last night for further “gynaecological advice”, as her agreement with the school required. She was fairly sure that everything he was telling her was designed only to humiliate her - and she said as much to his face.

“If you don’t want my help, Hope,” he had said, “you can leave right now. But if you stay, I expect you to do as you’re told.”

And of course she *couldn’t* leave, or the school would fire her, and the humiliating materials her students possessed would be distributed to the world - not just the intimate photos of her girlfriend, but the video she had filmed where she had said all women deserved to have their udders beaten, even as she was orgasming from the pain the boys had been inflicting on her own swollen, lactating tits.

So she stayed, and did what the doctor told her to do.

He had made her strip, and then commented appreciatively at the bruises across her large breasts.

“Yes, this is good,” he said. “Pain in the udders helps your body know that it’s *controlled*, that it’s in the hands of a forceful man. It will help it calm down.”

Then he pushed a finger into her pussy - and slapped her hard across the tits. Hope squealed - it hurt even more than it would otherwise, because her breasts were pre-bruised - but despite her best intentions, she felt her cunt squeeze his finger, and grow wetter.

“See?” he told her. ‘Your body likes it.”

He went to a closet and came back with a large box, which he opened and showed to her. It contained a machine about the size of a small microwave, with hoses and plastic cups attached to it. Next to it were a pair of handcuffs lined with soft fur, and a pair of panties with a large dildo fixed to the inside.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s a lactation training set,” he said. “Perfect for women in your situation. You just put the cups over your breasts, and turn it on, and it will pump out your milk.”

“And the other things?” she asked dubiously.

“Ah, well,” said the doctor. “You see, it’s quite painful. There’s no need for it to be, but it’s designed for a slut like you, so it’s engineered to cause the maximum sensation in your breasts. I’m told it’s excruciatingly agonising. Once it’s on, you’ll be tempted to turn it off again, so the handcuffs are to cuff your hands behind your back so that you can’t. The machine sends a wireless signal to unlock them once it’s completed its cycle.”

She stared at it in horror. The doctor took that for an enquiry about the third item, and went on to explain.

“And the dildo - well, it goes in your pussy,” he said. “It will vibrate while the machine is working. Arousal will help you to deal with the pain. And the clever thing is that when the machine shuts off, the dildo will discharge a painful little electric shock into your pussy, and then stop vibrating. Over time it trains you to not want the breast suction to end, because the stimulation feels good, and because you fear the shock. You’ll develop a subconscious desire to feel more pain in your breasts, and to produce more milk. Hence the ‘training’ part of the name.”

He pushed the box into her hands.

“It sends me a message when you use it,” he told her. “I expect you to use it twice a day.”

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It had been every bit as agonising as the doctor said. Hope had used it this morning before coming to school, and she had been crying within seconds, and straining against the handcuffs. Nevertheless, she had orgasmed, and orgasmed again when the machine shut off and the dildo had shocked her pussy. It hadn’t been that powerful a shock, but it had felt so *wrong* to be receiving a shock in such an intimate part of her anatomy that her entire body had been left trembling with trauma and fright. She didn’t know if she could bring herself to connect to the machine again later that night - but the alternative was unemployment, disgrace, and possibly jail, so she knew that she would.

Her breasts were still aching as the boys filed into her classroom. They were laughing and joking amongst themselves - but also casting lustful glances at her tits, which they had so brutally abused in the previous class. Hope blushed and tried to ignore them. Chris left a cup of the ****-laced drink on her desk, and Hope obediently took a sip, knowing that she was contributing to her own humiliation, but helpless to resist.

“Good morning, boys,” she said, when the class had taken their seats.

“Good morning, Miss Moo-Cow,” chorus the boys, laughing cruelly afterwards, and Hope blushed deeper, and accepted the name as she had been told she must.

“So, today we’re going to talk about…” she began - but she was cut off by a loud call from one of the boys.

It was Chris. “Show us your tits!” he yelled.

“Um…” Hope blushed. The class had only just begun, and the degradation was already beginning. “Actually, today’s class isn’t about my breasts…”

“Show us your tits!” yelled another boy - Derek, who was probably the largest and strongest boy in the room, fully a head taller than hope and with arm muscles developed by an intense interest in athletics.

Hope just stood there, her face red. She wasn’t just going to pull out her breasts whenever a boy told her to, was she?

Chris didn’t give her any further time to decide. He stood from his desk, walked to the front of the classroom, grabbed Hope’s blouse, and ripped it open. She gasped as she felt the cloth tear. Then he took scissors off her desk and used them to cut through the connection on the front of her bra. He grabbed her bruised, lactating tits and pulled them into view. Hope felt milk squeeze from her nipples under the pressure.

Then he slapped her across the face.

“Say thank you, Miss Moo-Cow, for my help in exposing your udders,” Chris said.

He was still holding her breast in his left hand, squeezing hard. Between the bruises and the increased sensitivity in her breast, it was incredibly painful. She felt her eyes begin to water.

He slapped her again.

“Thank you,” she said quickly.

“For what?” he asked.

“Thank you for helping me to expose my udders,” she clarified.

“Sir,” corrected Chris.

Hope didn’t like calling any man “sir”, let alone an 18-year-old student, but Chris was obviously prepared to slap her a third time.

“Thank you for helping to me expose my udders, sir,” she gasped quickly.

“You’re welcome,” said Chris. And then he grabbed her by *both* tits, and pulled. Hope found herself leaning forward - and Chris responded by kissing her on the lips.

She felt her cunt confusingly wetten. She didn’t know what to do, so she kissed him back, until he finally released her tits, broke the kiss, smiled, and returned to his desk.

She was now showing off her tits to the entire class. Her shirt and bra were ruined - she wasn’t sure how she was going to get home without everyone seeing her breasts.

There was nothing she could do about it now except teach the lesson.

“So today we’re learning about fellatio - that’s when a woman gives oral sex to a man - and hearing about…” - she blushed again - “the female need to suck cock and how to **** a bitch to swallow your cum.”

There were chuckles from the boys.

She had hated preparing this lesson. It went against everything she believed as a feminist. But it had been made clear to her that she would teach the subject that she was given, whether she agreed with it or not, and that if she didn’t teach it in the way that the school expected, there would be consequences.

It was made worse by a lack of any guidance as to what the school *did* want her to teach. She just had the title of the lesson - and an understanding that this school was misogynistic, and had no patience for feminism. So she had had to make up content that she thought would be satisfactory - a web of lies, that she would be **** to present as the truth.

“So, uh…” she blushed, looking at the room of cruel male faces, waiting for her words. “All women… have a biological need to swallow male cum. If they don’t regular swallow sperm, they become unhappy and miserable.”

“Even lesbians, miss?” asked Thomas.

She looked away. “Yes, even lesbians,” she said.

“Even stupid lesbian cows like you, miss?” asked Chris, smiling.

“Yes,” she said, her body trembling with humiliation. “Even stupid lesbian cows like me.”

The class laughed.

“In addition,” she went on, “women have a natural oral fixation. We feel calm and happy when we have things in our mouth. When we’re angry or upset or stubborn or confused it really helps to have a man stuff a cock in our mouth to give us something to suck on so we’ll calm down.”

She was aware that her cunt was throbbing. It wasn’t her - it was the **** that Chris fed her. They made her body act this way. Her breasts felt hot and sensitive. There was milk dripping from her nipples in front of the whole class.

“Of course, a woman can get confused and think there’s something wrong with having a cock in her mouth,” Hope continued, “and so sometimes she needs a man to **** her. Who can think of a way to **** a woman to take a cock in her mouth?”

Hands went up.

“Slap her and **** her to her knees,” suggested Derek.

“Get your friends to hold her down while you **** your cock into her mouth,” suggested Thomas.

“**** her with nude videos of herself and her lesbian girlfriend,” suggested Chris, smiling.

Hope felt herself tremble. She had no power here. She was at the mercy of her class.

“And when should you **** a woman to…” she began to ask.

But the class was way ahead of her. Derek stood up from his desk, marched to the front of the class, and slapped her across the face. Then he pushed down on her shoulders, hard, and Hope fell to her knees. She watched as Derek unzipped his fly, and extracted his thick, erect cock.

She knew what was coming. She opened her mouth - and a moment later Derek **** his cock into it.

Her mouth filled with the taste of dick and of pre-cum. Derek’s hands tangled tightly in her hair, preventing her from pulling away, and he pushed his cock as far into her mouth as it would go. She gagged, briefly, but it was clear that she would not be released even if she choked, and so she had **** but to go limp and concentrate on breathing through her nose as Derek violently fucked her face.

The boys cheered and laughed and hollered as Derek **** her. Her bare tits were pressed against Derek’s legs. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she used them to grip his buttocks, pulling him tighter against her face.

Soon Derek was cumming, and Hope convulsively swallowed his cum, as she would have choked on it otherwise. Derek pulled away from her, leaving her dishevelled and gasping for breath - even as her cunt throbbed from urgent, slutty need.

“Well, miss, how did I do?” asked Derek.

Hope looked up at him, not understanding.

“My grade, miss,” he said. “How well did I **** you to suck my cock?”

Did he really expect her to rate on him on how successful his **** was? And yet it was clear to her if she didn’t go along with the boys’ cruel games there would be consequences for her - impacting her physical safety, her relationship, her career, and maybe her freedom.

“Ah… A+, Derek,”she said.

There were boos.

“Come on, miss,” said Chris. “You can’t just give us all As. There’s a grading curve, isn’t there? Give him a real grade and tell him how he could do better.”

She blushed. “Well, I guess…. a B, then. You were hurried, and didn’t **** me to fully submit. Either you should make a girl cooperate in bringing you pleasure, or you should take full enjoyment in her **** by completely degrading her.” She paused, and added, “A lot of men enjoy fucking a woman who’s crying.”

Why was she saying this? Was she really teaching these boys to **** a crying woman? Was she really encouraging them to do it to *her*?

And yet that was exactly what she had done, because now the other boys began advancing on the front of the class. Chris grabbed her, and slapped her twice, and then slapped her tits, and then pulled her hair and made her *beg* to suck his cock, and once he finally allowed her to place her lips on his dick she found that she *was* eager to please him, enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down on his cock. He got a B+.

Then it was Thomas. He slapped her, and kept slapping her, mostly with his hands, but sometimes with his dick, tapping his hard, dripping cock against her cheek. He made her call herself a cunt before he would stop slapping her and allow her to taste his phallus, and by that point she was crying, and once his cock was in her mouth he began to thrust enthusiastically, banging her head against the front panel of her teacher’s desk with each hip motion, until she was worried she would be injured. When he finally ejaculated into her mouth, he slapped her again, and told her that she was bad at sucking cock, and a worthless bitch.

She gave Thomas an A.

By the end of the class her face was bruised and smeared with tears. She had swallowed the cum of every boy in her class, plus a fair bit had drooled from her lips down onto her exposed breasts. And she had rewarded every one of her rapists with a grade.

She was sobbing and gasping once the last boy had finished, and she could have just lain there, crying, and let the boys leave the class, having had their way with her.

But there was something else she needed do - both for the lesson, and for herself.

“Well done, boys,” she sniffled, looking up at them with watery eyes. “And now, to finish our class for today, I need to show you how women react to being **** in the way that you’ve done today.”

She kept looking at them, and deliberately spread her legs, and reached down to her pussy and began to masturbate.

She needed it. She needed to cum. Her pussy was so wet it didn’t take her long at all to feel her orgasm coming. And when she reached it, and her whole body began to shake with pleasure, the boys reacted in the only way she could have expected - the only way she deserved.

They burst into laughter.

(TO BE CONTINUED)