Thread: What a Girl Wants

The school day had passed remarkably quickly for Brodie. He had expected a monotonous day of not being able to get the images of Nina out of his head. Instead he'd almost been too busy to catch site of the girl when she entered into his classroom. This probably stemmed from the fact that in his class students actually enjoyed their work, since half the time they spent on myspace or facebook as they worked on websites and computer projects. Still, most of the time he knew he was getting through to them because of the large volumes of questions that he was always dealing with. Word had gotten out that he was a hard ass, he didn't work for any of their parents, and even at his young age he already had tenure with the school. Brodie was about as close to untouchable as it came working in Marina Hills area. The kids new it. The parents knew it. They had to work for their grade in his class. That being said he took it fairly easy on them, so he typically got the best results from students. It was a win-win situation. It was also 'epic win' as the nerds from his classes would say, because his computer was a massive machine that had links to every imaginable piece of electronic equipment in the school. Camera's, fire alarms, metal detectors, air conditioning units, even the furnace could be controlled from Mr. Brodie's desk. But more importantly for him, nobody could monitor his activity, so he could easily remote into his computer at home which in turn was connected to several more... Private camera stations here at the school. They were mostly in the girls bath and locker rooms. That was how he was able to monitor Nina in between classes. The rest of the day he could monitor her on the schools on camera system, that had been installed to prevent anymore sexual harassment suits from being filed against the school by over-sexed and emotionally unstable girls that thought they were women. Brodie had tapped into those camera's a long time ago. He had taken a few pictures and put together a few more collages just to be sure he had enough embarrassing evidence to keep Nina quiet. Though she pretended to be brain dead half the time, Brodie had long ago learned not to underestimate anyone. He had also begun a collection of videos of each of Nina's sexual exploits. Everything from the time Paul Rodrigo had fucked her mouth up until the very last orgasm in the girls locker room when she removed the egg and gave herself another enema. He even had a few 'vintage' videos from before she had become his target. Simple things like sucking off Paul in the bathroom, or fingering herself to a nice little cum in the gym when she was all alone. Little things that gave them a little history. They'd be perfect for the previews whenever he decided to start shopping her tight little ass around. Brodie had been debating about whether or not to text Paul back to the hotel, but he decided against becoming the puppet master. It had been far too long since he had taken his last hands on case that his fingers were itching to dig into that unblemished flesh and make it his, and only his. Other could have a taste... For one hundred, one thousand, or maybe even five thousand dollars. It would all depend on what they desired. With a last breath he pushed the door to the hotel room open. It closed behind him softly on it's own. He smiled at the blindfold as it turned directly towards him, but the smile dropped as his eyes dropped to the gag held in place only by Nina's teeth. Without a word he tossed his heavy sports bag on the floor and walked until he was directly in front of Nina. She looked glorious, everything about her just screamed innocence when the truth was she had a dark, depraved mind that craved to be used and abused to the point that she was screaming STOP! Only... Really... She would be whispering softly to keep on going. With decent speed and natural strength Brodie roughly grasped Nina's hair and used her shoulder to flip her onto her stomach with her legs hanging off the bed. He pulled the ponytail up, forcing her face into the soft covers, while he roughly pulled the leather straps of the gag around her head and tightened them until he heard her whimper. The leather creaked and then snapped as the metal buckle slipped into place. Then Brodie leaned forward and whispered in a low voice that was most positively not Paul Rodrigo's. Hello there my little cunt... It looks like you've had quite the productive day, As he spoke his strong but smooth fingers pushed between her legs and pulled her wet panties down in one swift tug. I hope these things are all in place, Roughly, and without warning besides his vague mention of them, Brodie thrust his finger inside her clenched, buzzing asshole. He hooked a part of the beads, and began pulling them out slowly as he listened to Nina's ragged, frightened breathing. A particularly sharp whimper as the last bead and egg jammed her tiny asshole and couldn't escape brought a deeply sadistic chuckle from deep inside of Brodie's chest. What's wrong cunt? Expecting someone else? Then with a bit more strength added he forced both the vibrator and bead out at the same time. Moments later he watched Nina sag to the floor after he had let go of her hair. Her legs spread for the smallest of moments and immediately he pushed his foot under her skirt and between her legs. Brodie didn't put much pressure on his foot, not enough to hurt her, but he didn't want her trying anything until he had spoken once again. That is all you are today. A fucking cunt. You earned it, you came more times then most whores do in a year... But... But you're not a whore yet. Just a cunt. An ugly little cunt. A dirty cunt. With his foot Brodie flicked the skirt up onto her belly and then removed his foot. Immediately her legs closed. Cunt, He said sharply, in a voice that he never used at school. Open your legs. I want to look at what I am talking to. Open them. Now.