Thread: The Gym Teacher (LataxCnt)

To say that the man was getting sick of her shit was a vast understatement. He would show her how serious he was, and how much the team meant to him. She wasn't even trying, and he was being as nice as he could be about the whole situation. He got even more upset when she pussed all over his shorts. The man let out an audible growl, showing just how angry he was. Grabbing her hair, knotting it between his fingers, he forced her down to her knees. Don't want to fucking get dirty huh. He said as he exposed his large cock to her. Grabbing her hair tightly, making sure not to pull any out, the man let loose a torrent of piss, right into her mouth. His accuracy wasn't that good though, and while a lot of it got into her mouth, some of it got on her face, her hair, her clothes, and his hand. After the torrent stop, he looked at her. Now you will learn to respect your elders. He said, rearing his hand back and striking her right cheek with the back of his right hand. Tilting her head up, he spit in her mouth this time. It really wasn't fair. All of his pent up anger, he was taking out on her. She was just on the team to try and graduate, yet here he was. Sometimes he was as kind as he could be, like with Sugar, but girls and women like Gemma just pissed him off, and he was going to take his anger out on her. Reaching into his backpack, he grabbed a leather studded leash and a collar, and put it around her neck. I swear to God, if you stand up I'll fucking kill you. He told her through gritted teeth as he started walking. If she didn't keep up, the much larger and stronger man would literally be dragging her across the grounds of the school to his office. Things were likely going to get much worse for her before they got better. If only she would have tried, instead of giving him attitude. When he got back to his office, he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the backpack, and latched them to Gemma's wrists. In a fit of rage, he grabbed Gemma, lifting her up by the back of the collar of her shirt. The fabric strained and pressed against her throat, but he didn't care. Propping her up against the desk, where he had fucked Sugar, he didn't say another word, ramming all eleven inches of his cock into her ass, er, at least he tried to. The tiny hole didn't take it all at once, but he forced it into her. No lube, no warning, no nothing. Unlike Sugar, Gemma didn't have the use of her hands to brace herself of anything. The large cock slid in and out of her, the bat still dangled out of her pussy, and the man wasn't quite finished yet. One of his hands moved to Gemma's arms, forcefully pulling them so that she didn't have any support. His other hand, made it's way around her tiny neck, and he started to squeeze harder and harder, using it as a ground for her pounding. He wasn't holding onto her hips or a desk or anything, just her neck. He made sure to release every once in awhile, allowing her to get a breath or two before he started to choke her again. Red finger marks were starting to form on her neck, deep red ones. Inside the cage, Sugar likely heard everything that was going on in the office. It was covered, but his first pet would likely also know what was going on. Maybe she knew Gemma, maybe she didn't, but if she could see outside the cage, she would know that Gemma was getting things way worse than she was. While she was in a class, not applying herself, Gemma was on one of his sports teams. That in itself was a big slap in the face for the man, and now he was clearly taking his anger out on the poor girl