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The Bradhall Academy
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Hope was desperate. She was trapped, and she couldn’t see a way out. And she still hadn’t solved it by the time her girlfriend Georgina came home.
“What happened to the toilet, sweetie?” asked Georgina, when she discovered that the toilet was broken. “And what’s this in the laundry?”
Hope’s face was bright red.
“It’s a, uh, litter tray,” she stammered. “Like for pets. The plumber said they won’t be able to fix the toilet for over a week – they need rare parts – and so I thought we could just use this litter box…”
It didn’t make sense to her, even as she said it, and Georgina was looking at her like she was insane.
“You want me to piss and shit in a *litter tray* like a cat?” she said. “Have you lost your mind, Hope?”
“I just think it will be easy…” said Hope.
“No!” said Georgina. “I’ll get us a hotel room for a week, if necessary. But also, I’ll call the plumber myself. I can’t possibly believe it will take ten days for a simple toilet repair…”
Hope panicked. She knew if Georgina called a plumber, she’d get the toilet repaired probably that very night. And then she’d have questions about why Hope had lied about the ten days. And, more importantly, she wouldn’t use the litter tray – and then the boys in Hope’s class would punish her. They would release her secrets. And Georgina would find out that Hope had let the boys see her naked, had let them distribute video of Hope and Georgina fucking on the internet. Georgina would break up with her, and call the police, and Hope would go to jail, and….
She didn’t know what to do. So she slapped her girlfriend. Hard, across the face.
“Shut the fuck up,” she yelled. “Just shut up and do what you’re told.”
Georgina’s mouth fell wide open and she looked at Hope in disbelief, as her hand came up to feel where Hope had slapped her.
Hope slapped her again.
“Stop being difficult, you *stupid bitch*,” she spat. “Don’t you understand how much I do for us? Why can’t you just accept what I tell you, and do as you’re told?”
“Hope… what… “ gasped Georgina.
Hope slapped her girlfriend a third time. “Take off your clothes,” she demanded.
“What?” asked Georgina.
Hope reached out and pulled Georgina’s hand away from her face, to give her clearer access, and slapped the pretty lesbian again.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” she said. “Undress.”
Georgina was completely still for a moment. This was the moment where Hope would either win, or lose everything. If Georgina kept resisting – or fought back, or ran for the door – then Hope was finished. She would go to jail for sure. But if she submitted…
“Okay,” said Georgina. “Please, stop hitting me. I’m sorry.” And she began to remove her clothes.
Hope had to make an effort to avoid sighing with relief. “Good girl,” she said instead.
Soon Georgina was naked in the corridor. She didn’t normally feel shy being naked in front of Hope, but their dynamic had clearly changed, and so Georgina was awkwardly trying to cover her tits and cunt with her hands.
“New rule, sweetie,” said Hope. “From now on neither of us wear clothes in the house. We’re lesbian sluts, and we don’t deserve clothes, all right?”
She was taking off her own clothes as she said this. She knew what she was saying was true. *She* didn’t deserve clothes, certainly, after all the things she had done.
“I don’t understand,” whimpered Georgina. There were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Hope slapped her again. “You don’t understand because you’re stupid, sweetie,” said Hope. “I’m just sick of your bratty bullshit in this house, and from now on you’re going to behave like the slut you are, and do as you’re told, do you understand?”
She removed the last of her clothes, and continued, “And if you don’t, I’m going to tell everyone that you steal money from your work, and that you cheated on your university degree, and that you fuck men for money, and that you fuck dogs as well.” None of these things were true, but the sheer audacity of the lie – and the idea of the humiliation of having to disprove them – left Georgina shocked.
“Oh, and of course, I’ll also beat the shit out of you,” added Hope. “Now, are you going to be a good bitch and be naked at home?”
Georgina *was* crying now – but she said what Hope wanted her to say. Needed her to say, in fact.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” said Hope. “Now go and piss in the litter box like a good bitch.”
As Georgina went to obey, Hope became aware of something embarrassing – her pussy was sopping wet. All the panic and fear – and the rush of power that had come from slapping and humiliating her girlfriend – had left Hope desperately aroused. She thought about finding somewhere private to masturbate a little…
.. and then realised she didn’t have to hide it now. So she went to watch her girlfriend cry and piss like an animal – unaware she was being watched on camera by teen boys as she did so – and she openly rubbed her pussy as she watched. She took her phone, too, and pointed it at Georgina.
“If you’re ever a difficult bitch again, we’ll share this footage of you pissing like an animal with the world,” she said, knowing what Georgina didn’t – that the whole world had *already* seen Georgina in a variety of intimate contexts.
And when Georgina was done pissing, she made Georgina lick her pussy – and she discovered that raping her girlfriend was far more fun than consensual sex had ever been.
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The next morning she fucked her girlfriend again, and then declared that Georgina was a “disappointing fuck”. She led her naked lover to the kitchen, and lowered Georgina’s tits into the cutlery drawer, before slamming the drawer shut on her breasts repeatedly, as the boys in Hope’s class often did to Hope.
Then she sent the crying girl to work completely naked. She had clothes to wear, but she was only allowed to change into them once she was parked at her workplace. And the clothes included neither bra nor panties.
None of this had been required by the boys of Hope’s class – but Hope was terrified that if she stopped being cruel to Georgina, that Georgina would stop and think, and maybe rally some resistance to Hope’s violent new domination of her.
And besides, it felt good. When Hope alone was being raped and degraded, it felt like it was about her, that she personally was a disgusting whore who deserved these things. But when her girlfriend was being abused too, Hope was no longer alone. These things were happening to Hope because she was a lesbian, or a woman, and not just because she was Hope.
She felt bizarrely happy that she had found a way to do what the boys had wanted her to do – humiliate her girlfriend. It had seemed so impossible, and yet she had achieved it. She knew she shouldn’t feel proud – and yet, somehow, she did. She had been a good girl for her young male masters, and that made her feel good about herself.
She went to work completely naked, blushingly driving naked through the streets to the Bradhall Academy. Unlike Georgina, she didn’t have anything to change into once she reached the school. The boys would just confiscate her clothes anyway. She hurried nude across the school grounds to her class.
And the boys *were* pleased with her that day. They loved that she had turned up to class naked, accepting her status as a cunt who didn’t deserve clothes. They had thrilled to her slapping and raping her girlfriend, and they had laughed out loud, even while masturbating, as she had tortured her lover’s tits in the cutlery drawer.
They told her she had done well, and Hope beamed with embarrassed pride. Geoffrey even called her a “good bitch” as she drank her morning mix of drugs – drugs that would make her slutty and stupid and lactating.
She was surprised by how much more control she had over the class when she did what they wanted. She sat on her desk, and spread her legs and played with her pussy as she spoke, and the whole class watched her.
She spoke about the rapeability of lesbians. She explained how lesbians like her and Georgina secretly longed to be penetrated by male cock. She told the boys how the way that lesbians bitchily refused to fuck men justified their rape and abuse. She told her class that lesbians would live unhappily, pointless lives unless they were repeatedly raped into loving and worshipping cock – as she herself had been, thanks to the generosity of the boys of the class.
When she had finished explaining how herself, and her entire sexual orientation, were fucktoys for male pleasure, there was still half of the class time remaining.
“What now, miss?” asked Chris.
Hope was surprised. “Well, now… you rape me,” she said. “Don’t you? Isn’t that what you usually do now?”
Chris chuckled. “Well, you’re the teacher, miss,” he said. “You tell us.”
She blushed. “Very well,” she said. “Boys, come up and rape me. Be rough with me – and be sure to hurt my tits and call me names. I think you’ll enjoy it more if I cry.”
She did end up crying – but not from the names, or the pain in her tits as they slammed them in her desk drawer. She cried when she heard Thomas comment that she “wasn’t worth cumming in”.
“No, please, sir,” she moaned. “Cum in me. I’ll be good…”
“I don’t think so,” said Thomas. “I think I’d prefer to save it for tonight.”
Tonight? What was tonight?
And then she remembered.
“Oh, yes, boys,” she said. “I expect you all at my place from 9 pm tonight. It’s time to teach you how to impregnate a lesbian…”
There was much laughter at this. And in the end, Thomas *did* cum inside her, which to Hope’s drug- and sex-addled mind felt like the greatest compliment she had ever received.
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She was worried Georgina might have found her spine at work that day, but to her delight, Georgina had stripped naked before leaving her workplace and arrived home nude, just as Hope had instructed.
She shared the litter box with her girlfriend. Tongue-kissing a humiliated Georgina as they both pissed like animals together felt so slutty that Hope wondered how she could have ever thought that she *didn’t* deserve to be raped. Anyone seeing footage of her behaviour would surely see her rape and abuse as natural for a slut like her, and both well-deserved and necessary.
Then they had dinner – and Hope blithely mixed several sleeping tablets into her girlfriend’s food. By eight pm, Georgina had passed out, and Hope took her unconscious lover’s body to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed, with her legs spread.
At nine the boys arrived.
She had thought they would simply do as they wished, pushing her around, abusing her, and, of course, gang raping her sleeping girlfriend.
But she was the teacher, and it pleased the boys now to look to her for instruction. Hope was made to direct and choreograph Georgina’s rape and impregnation, and dictate her own part in the proceedings.
“Pull her to the edge of the bed,” she instructed Chris as he looked down at Hope’s sleeping, nude lesbian girlfriend. “That’s right. Now lift her legs – put them on your shoulders – and push your cock into her pussy.”
But Georgina wasn’t wet enough initially, and so Hope was required to lick her lover’s pussy in front of the boys, until Georgina began to moan slightly in her sleep, and buck her hips, and her cunt was judged as sufficiently wet to permit her to be enjoyably raped.
At Hope’s request, the boys had brought cameras – better and more professional than the small hidden ones throughout the house – and these were positioned carefully on tripods to document the whole procedure.
It was intended that the boys would come to gang-rape Georgina again tomorrow night, and the next, but in all likelihood Georgina would already be pregnant at the end of this first night of ravishment. When Georgina first discovered her pregnancy – which would shock her, as she would not know how it was possible – Hope would gaslight her, accusing Georgina of infidelity, and claiming that she must have secretly been fucking men on the sly.
Only later would Georgina be allowed to learn the truth of her impregnation – and at that point, it would be appropriate that she be allowed to see her first heterosexual rape, and witness the moment of her impregnation – while being forced to masturbate to the footage, of course. And some day when Georgina’s daughter was 18 – for Hope was sure, somehow, that the resulting baby would be a girl – she too may wish to masturbate to the footage of her own conception.
Hope watched Chris’ cock sliding into Georgina’s non-consenting pussy with a mix of shame and lust. “She wants this,” she told the boys. “Deep down, all women want this, and particularly lesbians. Can you feel her cunt squeezing you, Chris, even in her sleep?”
“I can,” said Chris. “What a slut.”
All the boys laughed.
“When you’re done with her, make me lick her clean,” said Hope. “Force me – don’t give me a choice. And then rate her on how enjoyable she was to rape. If she’s disappointing… you should punish me. I’m in control of her now. I should suffer the consequences if she doesn’t please your cock, so I can train her to be more fun in future.”
She didn’t really know why she was saying such things. Her pussy was wet. The words were so forbidden, so wrong, that they made her even wetter. But also she knew that if she didn’t delight the boys – didn’t exceed their expectations of her own degradation – that they would take it out on her in any case. She wanted to please them. She wanted to be a good bitch.
As it turned out, after Chris had ejaculated into Georgina, he *did* decide she had been somewhat disappointing. Hope was dragged by her hair to her girlfriend’s cunt, and forced to lick Chris’s sperm from her lesbian lover’s twat, and then Chris took off his belt and applied it to Hope’s cunt – ten sharp, agonising lashes that made Hope squeal with pain.
Thomas was next, and he too found Georgina less than perfect – even though she was apparently desirable enough for him to violently hump, and even though she brought him to orgasm in less than two minutes. This disappointment earned Hope a further ten blows of the belt against her fuckhole.
By now Hope was beginning to resent Georgina. Partly this was because Georgina was stealing the boy’s attention. Hope’s pussy was wet, and Hope wanted a cock in it, but the only place the boys wanted to stick their dicks was into Georgina’s sleeping lesbian twat. It was hard not to be jealous.
But it was also because Georgina wasn’t pleasing the boys. Each time her sleeping girlfriend was less than fully enjoyable to rape, Hope received pain, and she found herself silently urging Georgina to be wetter, to buck her hips in her sleep, to make more slutty moans. When Georgina failed to obey, and Hope was punished as a consequence, Hope began to compose tortures and humiliations for Georgina in her head. She made up abuses that she would visit upon her girlfriend over coming days – and she devised ways to train Georgina to be more fun to rape. Perhaps she could teach Georgina to buck her hips whenever she was penetrated, even if she were sleeping – or maybe she could use hypnosis or suchlike to make Georgina moan that she wanted to be raped while she slept.
It took most of the night for the entire class of boys to discharge their sperm into Georgina’s womb. By the end, Hope was certain that her girlfriend was pregnant. It had been a lot of cum, all in the most fertile part of Georgina’s cycle – but beyond that, her intuition simply told her that it was done. There was a rape baby growing in her girlfriend’s womb.
She thanked each of the boys for raping and impregnating her lover by kissing their cocks, and watched them as they left. She then tidied the house to remove any traces of the boys’ presence, and gave Georgina’s cunt a last lick to clean up the last of the sperm, and then she fell asleep next to her girlfriend.
In her dreams, she was naked, surrounded by men and women, laughing at her, telling her that she was a fake lesbian, that she was a rape pig, that she had betrayed everything she loved and believed in for the sake of serving the cocks of teenaged boys. They kicked her, and beat her breasts, and shoved hard, uncomfortable objects up her pussy.
She orgasmed twice before waking.
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