Story: The Bradhall Academy – The New Teacher, Part 6

Chapters:
The Bradhall Academy
The New Teacher (Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) | (Part 4) | (Part 5) | (Part 6)

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The knowledge that everything that happened in Hope’s house was being watched over the internet by a classroom of horny boys might have been expected to make Hope more discreet, more chaste, and less inclined to have sex with her girlfriend Georgina. 

But it was exactly the opposite.  Hope found herself going naked around the house more often, and encouraging Georgina to do the same.  She fucked her girlfriend more frequently, and with more enthusiasm, taking care to give the cameras a good view of her own cunt and tits, as well as the breasts and fuckhole of her girlfriend.   

She encouraged Georgina to say slutty things and make embarrassing confessions where the cameras could hear her.  She encouraged Georgina to masturbate in places where the boys would have a perfect view of her cunt.  She convinced Georgina to resume doing her exercises and pilates, in the nude, in a place where the cameras could see every stretch and curve. 

Hope told herself she was doing this because the boys expected it, and if she didn’t provide good footage for them, she would be punished.  She told herself it was because of the drugs they gave her, which made her horny and stupid.  She almost believed it. 

The boys came back a few times a week and added more of their cum to the food and drink Georgina would be eating.  Georgina never seemed to suspect that her milk or yoghurt or sauces or protein shakes were mixed with the cum of teen boys, and Hope made sure to help herself to some of these supplies herself, and consume them in front of Georgina, to allay any suspicions Georgina might develop. 

The boys also started replacing Georgina’s birth control with sugar pills, and providing drugs for Hope to slip into Georgina’s food and drinks.  These were the same drugs that Hope herself was forced to take – drugs that would increase Georgina’s sex drive, and make her tits swell and begin to lactate. 

Hope’s own tits were quite large now, and producing around a litre of milk a day.  She fed this milk back to her girlfriend – mixed with the cum of her class – and Georgina never seemed to notice it tasted different to cow milk.  Hope used the lactation training set provided by Thomas’ father twice a day – in the morning after Georgina left for work each day, and late at night after Georgina went to bed.  Hope’s tits were always over-full and aching by the time they were due to be milked, but that pain was nothing compared to the agony of the training set.   

She would go into the bathroom, lock the door, strip naked, and push the set’s dildo into her pussy.  Then she would fix the cups to her breasts, and put her hands in the time-locked handcuffs.  Sometimes she would stuff her panties into her mouth to help her keep quiet. 

The machine would start up, and the dildo would begin buzzing in her cunt, even as the cups – designed to maximise her tit pain – would begin mechanically pumping the milk from her udders.  It hurt like crazy, and yet she would be aroused throughout the process, and often orgasm once or twice.  The worst part was when her tits were finally sucked dry, and the dildo would signal the conclusion of her session by delivering a sudden and agonising electro-shock to her most intimate part.  She hated that, and so she would always pray for her tits to keep producing more milk, but they always eventually ran dry. 

She knew the boys of her class could see her do this on the camera, and they apparently found this one of the funniest and most entertaining things captured by their surveillance, because they were often watching it on their phones and joking about it when they arrived at her classes. 

Her lesson plan required her to teach the class what learnings they should take away from their surveillance and violation of Hope and Georgina, and talk about why Georgina seemed oblivious, and why Hope wasn’t resisting.   

Hope didn’t want to think about those things, didn’t want to consider them, but there was no arguing with the lesson plan, so she just rubbed her pussy and wrote whatever came to her mind, knowing the more degrading her lesson was, the more approval she would receive from her boys. 

“At some level, Georgina knows she is being watched,” Hope said to her class, standing nude in front of them on the next day.  She had a projector running some of the surveillance footage on the wall behind her, and as she spoke, the boys could watch Georgina, nude and sweaty, writhing in pleasure on a double bed as Hope enthusiastically licked her cunt. 

“It is the nature of women to want to perform for men, to entertain them with their bodies,” said Hope.  “Georgina can sense your eyes on her, deep down in her subconscious, and that’s why she puts on such a whorish display in videos like this.  It’s also the case that she knows she is eating your cum.  Every time she tastes it, she feels pleasure, whether she acknowledges that or not, knowing that she is fulfilling her destiny as a cum-receptacle for men.  Lesbians feel these urges even more than most women, because they deny them so strongly at a conscious level.” 

Standing here now, blushing as she said these awful things, Hope certainly didn’t think she felt any particular pleasure in exposing herself to the cameras, or swallowing semen mixed with her pasta sauce at night.  But on the other hand, her cunt had been very wet during the events shown on the video, and she kept consuming the cum-tainted food every morning and night, making no effort to avoid it… 

“It’s easy to violate women, because women want to be violated,” Hope continued.  “Deep down, they want to have their rights and options and dignity taken away by men.  It makes them wet.  And at a subconscious level they’ll make decisions that allow that to happen, as long as you don’t make it *too* easy for them to escape or resist.  For instance, I certainly would never have ended up here with lactating cow tits, spreading my cunts for a room full of boys who will rape me at the end of the lesson if I hadn’t, at some level, *wanted* it to happen.” 

That certainly wasn’t true, was it?  Hope had written that last night and practiced saying it.  But it was a lie, surely.  She had been forced into this.  She had tried to escape.  Hadn’t she? 

Could she really not have gone to the police?  Or just quit, and suffered the consequences?  Would it have been so bad to admit to Georgina that she’d kept naked footage of her on her phone?  At worst, they would have broken up, surely… 

But she was trapped *now*.  She had fucked schoolboys.  She had let them into her house and let them film her girlfriend without her consent, and let them feed Georgina their sperm.  The police would be very interested in all those things. 

“Women are basically cows,” she went on.  “All you have to do is treat them like the animals they are, and they’ll let you feed them drugs to make them stupid, horny and lactating.  They’ll let you hurt their udders and thank you for it.  They’ll let you steal their clothes, so they have to drive home naked like the sluts they are.” 

Now, why had she said that last thing?  It was just giving the boys ideas. 

And indeed, they were quick to act on those ideas.  Geoffrey was already collecting up her clothes from the floor, and she knew with sick certainty that he would not give them back to her. 

“Geoffrey…” Hope began, feeling she should at least make an effort. 

“No, miss,” said Geoffrey, firmly – and that was the end of the discussion.  Hope would not be wearing those clothes home.  She would be driving home nude – and then facing the decision tomorrow of whether to just leave the house nude to come to class, or bringing clothes that might be permanently confiscated. 

“Oh, but miss, we got you a present,” said Thomas brightly, and he pointed towards the corner of the classroom near the blackboard, where there was something flat and large on the floor, about two foot square in size. 

Hope suspected she wouldn’t like whatever this was. 

“I was talking to my father, and he was mentioning about your bladder, about how you’ve been running out of our class to piss in the bushes all the time,” said Thomas.

 There was laughter throughout the class, and Hope blushed. 

“He said it wasn’t healthy for you to be trying to hold your bladder in, or pissing in an unsanitary space like that,” continued Thomas.  “So we bought you this.” 

He walked over and lifted the cloth. 

Underneath it was a litterbox, of the sort an animal might use. 

Hope went bright red.  “Thomas…” she said.  “I can’t – I mean…” 

Geoffrey had moved to stand at the door to the class, blocking her escape. 

“Don’t you have to piss, miss?” asked Thomas.  “Why don’t you try it out?” 

And there was really nothing for it.  Hope had become used to the feeling of powerlessness in relation to these boys, and the knowledge that they *would* get their way, no matter what Hope wanted. 

Pissing in a litter box as a classroom of boys watched was deeply humiliating, and the fact that they laughed as she did so, and filmed her on their phones, made it worse.  But afterwards they led her to her desk, and bent her over, and dipped her tits into her desk drawer, and did their normal routine of gang-raping her while they slammed her breasts in the drawer, and made her call herself a big-titted slut that deserved rape, and she orgasmed twice from that, so that made her feel better. 

Just as she was about to cum the second time, though, they showed her what they had done with the surveillance footage of her and Georgina.  They had taken it to their media class, and edited it together in a very good-looking porn video, called “Big-Uddered Lesbian Whores”, and they had uploaded the results to a major porn site.   

It was right there, for anyone in the world to see.  Her face was clearly visible and identifiable, and so was Georgina’s.  Their names weren’t included, thankfully.  Forty thousand people had already seen and watched the video, and the view count was going up even as she looked. 

Forty thousand people had seen Georgina’s naked body without her consent.  Forty thousand people had watched Georgina cum from having her cunt licked.  Forty thousand people had watched Georgina shower, and watched her beg Hope to suck her tits, and seen her masturbating with the wooden spoon from the kitchen that Hope had brought her. 

If Georgina ever found out this was out there, she would never live down the shame.  Never.  

And she would *definitely* call the police. 

The feeling of wild, trapped, animal panic that rushed through Hope’s system temporarily overwhelmed her arousal, and she found herself struggling, bucking, trying to escape from her gangbang.  And when she couldn’t – when the boys held her down with vice-like grips and the raw strength of teenaged masculinity – it was the powerlessness that brought her second orgasm. 

She thanked them afterwards, of course, for showing her girlfriend’s cunt to 40,000 strangers, and she kissed the cock of each and every boy to show she was serious. 

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When the boys came to her house the next day to replenish the cum and rape Hope in the bed she shared with Georgina, they also installed a litterbox in her laundry, and then very deliberately broke the only toilet in the house. 

“But… Georgina…” objected Hope. 

“You’ll convince her to use the litterbox like a good animal,” said Chris.  “After all, we’re sending a plumber around tonight to look at repairing your toilet, and he’s going to tell you it will be a full 10 days before it gets fixed.  We don’t care how you convince her, just make sure it happens in the laundry where our camera will see.” 

She thanked them for that too, taking special care to be pleasurable as she sucked Chris’ cock, so he would know how grateful she was for being put in this degrading position. 

“We’re really looking forward to next week’s lessons, Miss Moo-Cow,” added Thomas, as she moved to pleasure his cock as well. 

She didn’t know what next week’s lesson was.  She looked up at him with questioning eyes. 

“Oh, are you too stupid to know?” he chuckled.  “It’s going to be a good one.  The lesson title is ‘How to Impregnate a Lesbian’”….

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