Taking Over The School Pt. 13

The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, racism, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is erotic FICTION not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and not meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"Thank you so much for helping with this Evan, especially on a Saturday," the Calculus teacher, Miss Waters tells me for the third or fourth time as I sweep debris towards the center of the room. She's doing the same thing but from her corner while the custodian is picking up larger pieces of debris and putting them in a special trash can.

Yesterday morning the entire ceiling of her Calculus classroom came crashing down. It rained down ceiling tiles, metal framing, light fixtures and much more. Covered every inch of her classroom. Thankfully no one was in the classroom when it happened, not even the teacher, so no one was hurt.

Well, two people were hurt, but they deserved it. Two dipshits had climbed up into the ceiling, having no clue about physics, which is funny as this is a high school. They assumed the ceiling, which is made of cheap ceiling tiles and frames, would support all of their fat asses. It did not.

In their quest to crawl over to the girl's locker room via the ceiling, they destroyed the classroom. They managed to climb up by getting on top of a bookcase, but once both tried crawling, the entire ceiling came down. From what I understand, one of them got stabbed in the ass with something. Nothing serious, it sounds pretty funny.

"No worries, Miss Waters. It's my school too, you know," I tell her, trying to give some words of goodwill that I know she will like.

Miss Waters is what my father would call a "hippy." She's very much a woman of the people, with her fantasy of everyone working together to make life great for all. So I let her think I'm here to support my school and do good deeds and all that instead of telling her I'm only doing it for my Senior Volunteer Hours.

"Goddam pieces of shit kids. May they get brain tumors and ass cancer," the cranky custodian says, again. He's not even part of our conversation. He just keeps repeating this anytime he has to put a heavier object into the trash. Miss Waters had been asking him to refrain from such speech, but she stopped knowing it is a losing battle.

"I know Evan, but to waste a Saturday in an empty school. Not fun for someone as popular as you are," Miss Waters tells me in her sweet innocent manner.

"Better to be here than getting in trouble," I respond as I have no idea what else I can say.

"Hey Babymaker, over here. Help me," the custodian says to me a few moments later.

I take a breath as that's the third time he's called me "Babymaker." You would think it is some sort of insult to refer to me as a woman, but it's not. He calls Babymaker because of the several classmates that are pregnant, where it is rumored I'm the father.

Miss Waters pretends not to hear this, again. In a way I find this funny as she pretends not to hear it so it doesn't hurt her moral sensibilities. Teens having sex, even if they are over eighteen is still something they shouldn't be doing in her opinion. That if you get such urges and are not married, you should take up some hobby.

Moving to the custodian, the two of us lift a light fixture and its frame. Well, I lift it. The older custodian pretends to help when he really lets me do it all. But after it is in the trash, he holds his back as if he just lifted the heaviest thing ever.

Smiling, I hate to admit that I like the old bastard. He has a unique personality and you always know where you stand with him. Plus, he just plain doesn't like anyone. There's a rumor that ten years ago someone tried to sue him for discrimination, but the court found he treats everyone like shit, so he wasn't discriminating against one group.

"Well, I'm going to wheel this to the dumpster, unless you ready to run off to Hawaii with me," the custodian tells Miss Waters as serious as can be. Miss Waters gets a curt look on her face as this is maybe the fifth time he's made that offer.

"No, I'm staying here, David. My boyfriend would most likely have words with you otherwise," Miss Waters says in a friendly tone, but I pick up she's being serious.

"Hey, Babymaker, why don't you go get some more trash bags. The few I brought aren't going to cut it," the custodian says as he starts to push the dolly/cart that is filled with debris. He pushes it slowly, not in a rush at all.

I sigh again at being called that name. If it was just the two of us, I would fire back with some insult of my own, but I don't want to do that with Miss Waters here. And it isn't because she is a teacher. She's a good person so if she doesn't want to hear that negativity, she shouldn't have to.

"You mind Miss Waters?" I ask her as she technically is in charge, not the custodian.

"No. It'll be good to take a break. It'll allow me to do An Act of Evil," Miss Waters says with a smile. I too smile, as "an act of evil" is her way of saying she's going to smoke a cigarette.

I put my broom against the wall and head out of the room, as does Miss Waters. She goes to the left and I go to the right. She'll head outside, behind the school while I'll go towards the front to get the trash bags from the supply closet.

One thing I find very odd about this school is that they've started playing white noise over the intercom. It plays all the time like background noise. You don't notice it when school is in session, but when the place is empty like it is, it's super odd to hear. In some places it is so loud you can't hear anything else.

Reaching the front hallway, which is next to the Commons, I go into the open supply closet. There I look around the surprisingly organized shelves, until I find the roll of trash bags. As I don't know how many we will need, I decide to take the entire roll and exit the room.

"Police, stop!" a woman's voice declares over the white noise, which is followed by running.

"Fucking great," I grunt under my breath as I know who it is... Cathy, the rent-a-cop. Or as she wants to be known, "Officer Mallord" but is actually known as the "Big Butch Bitch."

"What is it now?" I ask, turning around to see her literally running towards me as if I'm a fleeing robber. As she gets closer, I do get concerned as Cathy is a very big woman. If she tackles me, it'll hurt.

"Put your hands up and don't move!" She orders, finally slowly down as she gets closer.

"Why?" I ask, extremely confused. On purpose I don't do a damn thing. I'm not even sure if she's being serious or if this is some sort of stupid joke.

"Put your hands up. Empty your pockets, I want to see what you are stealing," Cathy demands, putting her hand on her belt as if she's a cop. I don't even know why she does that as she isn't allowed to have a gun.

"Stealing?!" I ask incredulously, deciding not to point out that I wouldn't be able to empty my pockets if I put my hands up.

"I'm getting garbage bags for the cleanup. Remember? The only reason why anyone would be here on a Saturday?" I tell her, implying that I think she's stupid. The only reason why Cathy is here is that there is some rule that there has to be a security guard on the grounds if there are both students and teachers at the same time.

"Empty. Your. Pockets," Cathy states as if she's Supercop.

I never liked Cathy. When I was getting bullied and pushed around, she never did a damn thing to stop it, even when it happened in front of her. And I can't forget when she pounced on the rumor that I was selling drugs. Made a big productions of breaking into my locker and my bags in hopes of finding something. But she's so dumb she couldn't find her own fat ass with both hands.

"You are a fucking moron," I inform the rent-a-cop before turning and walking away. Cathy knows very well she can't touch any student, not after all the trouble she's gotten herself into by being overly aggressive with the students.

As I walk away, I consider the people this school hires... its incredible. I really don't know how they get hired, or how they keep their jobs. Nearly everyone hates Cathy. She accuses everyone of some crime, no matter who they are.

The only reason why she hasn't been fired, or so I hear, is because of the altercation she had with an armed trespasser. One day a guy came into the school demanding to see whomever his girlfriend was because they broke up. Thing was, he was like thirty and wasn't allowed on school grounds. When he refused to leave and started waving a gun around, Cathy stepped in.

From the way I heard it, Cathy tackled the much larger man to take him down. Then while on the ground, she hooked an armbar to trap him. Supposedly made the guy apologize and cry as she wouldn't let him out of it. Only when the cops arrived did she let go.

"I know who you are, and what you've done, White Bread. You better do as I say. If you aren't stealing anything, we'll have no problems. But I'm not giving you another warning," Cathy tells me, acting as if she's going to shoot me.

"HEY!" I cry out as I feel the oddest of sensations.

When I was in seventh grade, I had to help my mom build a pond/fountain in the backyard. As I was digging with the shovel, I came across what I thought was a tree root. But when I reached down to see if I could pull it out, I got shocked as it was really some sort of cable line that was lightly electrified.

That's the feeling I have right now. Like I'm touching that electric wire, and a weak pulse of electricity is moving over me. It's not enough to make me stiffen or anything, but it doesn't feel good.

"What the fuck!" I yell out after it stops.

Turning I see two small wires running from my ass to the gun Cathy has. It's clearly supposed to be a taser, but a cheap one. It looks like a gun you would buy from Wish. com.

"I... I told you to stop, White Bread!" Cathy says defiant, as if she didn't just try to taze me. The chill and happy vibe I had fades away. Just rolls away, leaving nothing but anger.

"Now, get on your knees like the bitch you are!" Cathy orders, still pointing her cheap taser at me as if it can re-fire.

I grab the wires still connected to my ass and yank them out, showing how pissed I am. Cathy smirks at this, clearly knowing this is about to get physical. As I face her, she tosses the cheap taser. She then rolls up her sleeves, preparing herself with a pathetic smile showing she is enjoying this.

I feel my muscles, especially in my chest, flex and stretch as I'm not sure what I'm about to do. In response, she cracks her neck and gets in a stance clearly meant to fight. She then waves for me to attack like this is a martial arts movie.

As I mentioned, Cathy is a big woman. Not fat, but thick. She could most likely give a lot of the football players a run for their money on the bench press. Because of her size she can seem very intimidating, especially to smaller people. But that's the thing. I'm not small. In fact, I tower over her.

"I will cut your white dick off and shove it down your throat if you fuck with me," Cathy threatens, but here's the thing... I hear fear in her voice.

"I will not let some weak-ass punk white break son-of-a-" Cathy says but my body darts forward as everything goes red. Rage pumps over me and takes over. Acting in reaction, my body charges in a perfect three-point stance. Charging as if I am on the football field.

It's been a long time since I felt this sort of rage. Things have eased up so much with people treating me with respect that I don't get mad or even annoyed. In fact, many would say I'm one of the more popular students here, mainly because I don't let people bully or walk over me, like what Cathy does.

Cathy thought I was going to try and punch her. That's what I gather when she gets a surprised look when I charge. It causes her to fall out of her stance as her brain doesn't seem to know how to react. At the last moment I see her tense up to prepare for the blow.

As I charge, I am hunched over with my shoulder aimed right for her stomach. I position myself so all of my weight is centered, so when I hit, it'll be with all my might. And I make sure to keep my head leveled so it can't snap back.

The rent-a-cop is taken off her feet and lifted up when my shoulder makes contact with her stomach. My arms wrap around and grab her ass, lifting as I do, changing this into some sort of wrestling move as I drive her backward. When we make contact, I hear her gasp as she clearly didn't think it would be this powerful.

The next thing I know, I'm standing over her as she's laid out on the floor of the hallway. Her large frame looks comical the way she is spread eagle and dazed. Her eyes are open and looking up at the ceiling, but she's knocked silly and has no clue where she is.

Breathing hard as my anger still rages, I notice I still have the roll of garbage bags in my hand. For a moment I don't know what they are or why I have them, but it quickly comes back to me. My anger overwhelmed me so much that I did all that while still holding them.

Looking down at the stupid rent-a-cop, I feel vindicated and proud of myself. More than anything I feel that she got a taste of her own medicine. She's used her size and status to bully others, but now when someone has stood up to her, she got laid out.

"I... jail... cut dick..." Cathy grunts. She begins to move as she says this, looking somewhat like a turtle on its back as her stunned thick frame is too heavy for her to roll over.

My teeth gnash together when I see that she's not going to stop. That even after having sense slammed into her, she continues with her sexist, racist agenda. I have no doubt she's going to crawl off to call the police and make it seem like I attacked her for no reason.

"What the fuck you doing?!" Cathy cries out as I put my knee in her back when she finally rolls over. She had almost got onto her hands and knees before I push her back down. This causes her to go face first, her arms and legs moving out.

"Oh hell nah!" Cathy declares, her voice filling with panic as I grab her right hand while keeping my knee in her back to hold her down.

Having to use a hell of a lot of strength, I force her arm behind her back. In a move I never ever thought I would do, or even heard of, I wrap one of the garbage bags around her wrist. I wrap it around, finding it much easier to hold with the very thick, industrial bag than with my hands.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" Cathy protests, the deep authoritative tone she normally has changing to a more feminine and higher pitch tone as I grab her left arm after pinning her right. She struggles like a little kid, whipping her left arm all around so I can't grab it.

Having to use my knees and most of my weight, I do get both arms behind her. There I am able to wrap a garbage bag around her left wrist as well, connecting them like handcuffs. Once I do, I quickly grab another bag to secure her even better.

"Let me go right now! I swear you are going to jail! You hear me?! This is a felony, and I will make sure your life is ruined unless you let me go, NOW!" Cathy threatens as she is face down on the ground, her arms trapped behind her.

Her nonstop talking is silenced when I take yet another garbage bag and wrap it around her head, right at her mouth. I use it like a gag, pulling it tight to tie it off, ensuring she is gagged, at least in part as the bag pulls on the corners of her lips, keeping her mouth opened but gagged. And since these bags are heavy-duty industrial bags, there's no way she's going to be able to chew through it. To finish the job, I take another bag and wrap it around her ankles, trapping them together as well.

Looking down at her, I feel my anger flee. The rage that I had dries up and now I feel like... laughing. Laughing at her. Seeing the big bad guard now reduced to what she is now is hilarious.

"Alright. Alright," I tell her, trying to get her to calm down. At this I reach down and grab her fake-cop shirt. There I pull, using it to help her stand. She does so eagerly, not wanting to be on the floor, helpless any longer.

"You see, if you weren't a bitch, I wouldn't have done this," I inform her, my hand on her shoulders to keep her upright. As I speak, I wear a smile as we both know who is in charge.

"All you had to do is politely ask me to stop and that you needed to see if I stole anything. Just like all you had to do is ask me to open my locker, instead of breaking into it," I tell her, remembering her pursuit to find drugs that I supposedly had.

"You learn your lesson?" I ask, my tone now treating her like a little kid.

To this she gives me a look that could kill. This only makes me smile harder, loving the control I have over her. She is the largest person I've ever dominated, which is a strange feeling. Most of my toys have been slender and young women, not muscular, thick thirty-something year-olds.

Cathy starts a furious but brief speech. Her head bobs while she talks, and her face is filled with emotion. There's no doubt that she's continuing her threats of having me arrested or removing my manhood.

In a moment where my hands move independent of my thoughts, I reach out and grab her fake-cop button down shirt. It's a blue shirt with thick fabric that has the name of her security group on the left side, as well as other patches to make it look like a cop's shirt. My fingers slip into the open spaces between the buttons, where I pull in opposite directions. Buttons go flying as I rip her shirt open. I make sure to pull as hard as I can, pulling the two ends all the way out to the sides to expose her thick, hardcore black bra.

Cathy howls in protest. Her eyes get wide, and she tries to move back, but since her ankles are tied together, she can't. So she makes a hell of a lot of noise instead, protesting what I've done, but standing in the same place.

"I think NOW you have learned your lesson," I comment, patting her on the shoulder as if I'm a teacher passing on a valuable lesson. I say this in hopes that she understands that she needs to shut up or else things can get a hell of a lot worse for her.

"Those are some huge titties, Officer Cathy. I bet my physics class could use that bra as a catapult," I mock, trying hard to hurt her pride to get her to shut up. Cathy continues to protest and talk into her gag, where I have no idea what she's saying. I thought she would finally shut up once I exposed her chest, as it would show just how much trouble she is in, but it looks as if she's doubling down instead. Only now her cleavage jiggles as she does.

"Alright..." I tell Cathy as she continues her nonstop barrage of shit-talking.

Cathy's panic skyrockets as my hands move to her belt. I quickly pull on the thick belt to loosen it while she shakes her head and cries for me to stop. She does wiggle and tries to lower herself, not that it does much good.

"NOW I think you learned your lesson," I tell her after pulling her work pants all the way down to her ankles, exposing her black panties. With the belt undone, it is easy to do this as her pants are rather large.

In what is rather surprising, she is wearing rather expensive and sexy black lace panties. I would have thought she wore granny-panties, but these are slim and high cut, which looks oddly good on her body. It both accents her thickness while making her look very feminine at the same time.

"Nice panties. Trying to impress someone?" I mock.

Cathy STILL shit-talks. She looks right at me, her face pissed off, talking into her trash bag gag. Her eyes look right in mine too, as if trying to make me see that she's not scared of me. She even wiggles her head as if trying to accent whatever it is that she is saying.

For some reason this pisses me off even more. Seeing her continue to yell and threaten me while in her bra and panties sends me over the edge. I thought my rage had disappeared, but seeing she's not calming down or acknowledging the trouble she is in amps it up.

Feeling the flash of anger which takes over all my thoughts, my hands reach out and grab her bra. I grab each bra cup, right towards the center where they join together. I then yank in different directions, ripping apart the clasp and breaking her bra.

Huge, black breasts bounce free to become exposed at the destruction of her bra. I stare at the huge tits, looking far firmer than I thought they would be. The two large orbs jiggle then swing as they are exposed, almost like eyes looking at me until they finally stop moving.

I find myself in a trance while looking at those huge titties. They are really the biggest tits I have ever seen. To say they are larger than basketballs is not a joke. They are just so... huge.

For a moment the dumb bitch shuts up. She goes quiet and looks at her chest as I hold the remains of her bra out to her sides. The look she has seems to suggest she doesn't believe what she is seeing.

"Those are some huge titties," I say in an effort to humiliate her. I say this in an over-the-top manner, wanting it to seem as mean as possible.

"You going to chill now, Big Tits?" I then ask, trying to reach some sort of truce between us. I even let go of her bra, allowing the sides to fall limply to her sides.

"Fuck you!" Cathy says in response. Even though she is gagged, I am able to make this out rather easily.

With a look that shows I am not amused, I reach over and grab the waistband of her panties. Cathy freaks at this and NOW starts to apologize. I can hear her saying sorry and begging me to stop. That she won't say anything more.

I yank her panties down, forcing them all the way down her legs to expose her shaved pussy. I'm rough when I do this, wanting the fabric to scrape against her skin.

"Waxed? You really were trying to impress someone, weren't you?" I say, looking right at the woman's bare pussy.

Cathy has stopped cursing and yelling, but she does give a very cold look. A look that shows that she'll get revenge. It may not be today, or even this year, but in the end, she'll get her revenge. She'll get revenge for making her feel so vulnerable and helpless.

Of all the women I've dominated, she is by far the most unique. I don't think there is any real quit in her. The others just sort of gave in after a while, but I don't think she will.

Staring into her eyes, I make a choice. I really hadn't planned any of this as I was making it up as I went along, but I don't think there's any other way. She isn't going to let this go unless I break her. And I do mean break her. Break her until she knows not to mess with me.

"We both know you aren't going to stop," I inform her in a calm and collected tone. Before I can continue, the thick security guard nods to agree. Nods her head so hard that her tits move. There's even a spark in her eye as if she thinks it is a compliment.

"So I will do what I have to do, which is break you," I inform her. The smirk and tinkle in her eye fade at this. They fade as does the color in her face.

"I know you have heard the rumors. You've seen the girls walking around with baby bumps that I've given them. Now... you are going to join them. I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you hard. I am going to fuck your pussy until you can't stand it, and then fuck you more," I tell her calmly and slowly.

After I say this, I begin to understand why Cathy looks so confused. She never considered that anyone could do this to her, so it's foreign to her mind. The possibility she may end up as the victim and not the abuser never occurred to her, so she doesn't know how to react.

"Not hop your huge tits into the art room," I tell her, my left hand pointing to the open room to my left.

My first step is to get her out of the hallway. I know there are not many people in the school right now, which I believe is just Ms. Waters and David the custodian, but I can't take that risk. It'll just take one person to see this and land me in jail. So the first step is to get her in one of the classrooms where I can close the door and muffle the sounds.

"FUCK YOU," Cathy says into her trash bag gag, where drool dips down her chin.

"Don't worry, you will in a little bit. But first, hop into that classroom, unless you need me to motivate you," I tell her, no longer bothered by her curses. I again point to the classroom, giving her one last chance.

Cathy, of course, doesn't move, which I knew would be the case. Having already planned for this, I step forward and reach for her tits. She sees this and tries to hop backward, but I'm too fast.

Another smile pops on my face at the sight of her wide, shocked eyes as I grab both of her nipples. My fingers become like vises as I grab those hard nubs and pull up. Using some strength, I lift both tits by her nipples, much to her horror.

Stepping back while still holding her tits up by the nipples, Cathy hops forward. She takes a single hop knowing that if she doesn't, she'll fall over, or her tits will be pulled off. I am glad to hear a defeated sort of whimper from her, as I doubt she ever considered that things could get worse than they were a minute ago.

Instead of slowing down or loosening my grip, I do the opposite. I tug on her nipples harder, lifting the heavy orbs higher. And as they are so huge, I know this has to hurt her. So Cathy hops again as I walk backward.

I can see the humiliation on the security guard's face as she is led into the art classroom by her tits, much like a dog would be led by a leash. Now that we are about halfway into the classroom, I let go. When I do, her fat tits bounce down, then swing heavily. Despite wanting to play more with them, I walk to close and lock the door, so we are not heard.

With the door shut, I take a look around the room. I'm not in Art so I've never been in here. It is a bit surprising to see all the stuff they have. In the back there are shelves with all sorts of art supplies, from paints and brushes, to what I guess are subjects to paint.

Then I spot something at the front of the classroom. If this was a "shop" class, I would say that the thing is an adjustable workbench. It's a small table but the top part is in four parts that can be adjusted. The point of the adjustable part is to hold objects like a vise.

Walking towards the table, I get an idea. When I reach it, I unlatch the top so it can be adjusted. I then open the four parts wide so there is a huge hole in the middle.

Hearing and feeling a hard thudding, I see Cathy hopping towards the door. She is clearly trying to make a run for it but is very slow. Instead of running to catch her, I walk very calmly towards her, enjoying how her tits bounce with each hop.

"Don't learn, do we?" I ask when I step in front of her. I again grab her nipples in the same manner as before. She cries out much louder than before, making it seem like her nipples are more sensitive than they were.

"Oh, don't like this, do we?" I ask, pinching her nipples but not lifting them. I then jiggle them, making her huge basketball tits jiggle lewdly much to her chagrin.

"Then you probably won't like this," I inform her, to which I let go of her left nipple only to grab the breast and lift it. I lean over while bringing it up to my mouth until my lips touch it.

Due to having such huge tits, her nipples are very large, not that it matters as it still goes in my mouth where I suck as hard as I can. I suck extra hard, wanting it to hurt. To make a point of being in control I also bite but do so after my lips curl over my teeth.

Cathy moans. She actually moans. It's so shocking that I look at her and allow her nipple to fall out of my mouth. When I do, I see just a glimpse of pleasure on her face before it turns back to the anger and defiance it was before. But I know what I saw.

In a moment of truth, my brain puts together several clues about Cathy to make me realize something. It's like I get a glimpse inside the real Cathy and not the butch bitch that tries to boss everyone around.

"No one has ever dominated you before, have they?" I ask Cathy, my hands finding her nipples again so I'm pinching both lightly.

"FUCK YOU," Cathy yells but her face is red. She glares at me with hate but this time it is hate for herself for letting that moan slip. For it revealed much more than she meant to.

Cathy must be used to being the dominant one during sex. It's her personality. She would be in charge, telling the other what she wants, maybe even physically taking over. But she wants someone stronger than she is to do that to her. To make her feel helpless and vulnerable as I've just done. Maybe even to make her feel scared.

I then do something I've never really done before. I mean, I have but not on purpose. And that's to slap a woman.

My right open hand swings at the side of Cathy's face where it makes solid contact. It hits and it hits hard, smacking her with a loud clap sound. Cathy wasn't expecting it so it stuns her, nearly causing her to fall over.

After the slap my hand reaches down between her legs. Even with her feet tied, I can still cup her pussy, somewhat.

Cathy yelps at the feeling of a hand on her sex. She looks at me with that shocked expression again, not believing she is feeling what she is feeling. That someone is touching her most precious body part.

"That's... what I thought," I say with a single nod after a few seconds, confirming what I thought. I lift the hand that was cupping her pussy so she is able to see it. Her eyes do look at it where she can see the same thing I can, which is that there is wetness.

Cathy is aroused. If I had to guess, I would say super-aroused. She seems like a woman that barely ever gets wet as she wants control even over that, so to be this wet has to be shocking to her. Her body is betraying her and she can't do anything about it.

"Alright bitch, move," I tell her, pinching both nipples, hard. I no longer am worried about being too rough with her now that I know she enjoys it.

I yank her tits into the air, where I hear her cry out, again. There I step back, tugging on her breasts when I do. Like before, she hops to move with me, complaining each time. But I don't let up. In fact, I lift her tits higher and higher, enjoying the squeals she makes.

When we reach the adjustable workbench, I lower her nipples. Instead of holding them up so her tits stretch to the ceiling, I tug them down, now making them stretch towards the table. I do this with force, making it hurt and ensuring she'll bend as I want her to.

Cathy can clearly see what I am trying to do. To give her credit, she tries to stand, making her poor boobs stretch as I don't let go. But ultimately she bends as I want her too, where I lower her tits through the large hole in the middle of the adjustable table.

Moving fast, I let go of her nipples but grab a firm hold of her hair. With one hand in her hair, I push her face against the table. I do this hard, feeling her trying to stand. But with my other hand, I adjust the table until the sides all come in to trap her tits.

Now that she is connected to the table, I let go of her. She immediately tries to stand but can only move a little bit as her tits are trapped by the adjustable sides. Over and over she tries to stand but ends up just stretching her breasts.

"There. That makes life easier," I say with a grin as I stand.

Cathy lets out a stream of words that are impressive in their rage. If this was a horror movie, she would win an award for acting possessed. And as she yells into the gag and struggles, she keeps trying to stand and move, making her look like a trapped rat.

For a moment I can only stop and watch as she struggles to stand but can't. The fury in which she does this makes me worry she might be able to lift the table with just her tits.

"Oh, I see you don't like that," I tell her, chuckling some as she keeps struggling and wiggling, trying hard to get free.

"You aren't going to like this then," I say and then start to undo my belt. I do it slowly, so she knows what is about to happen.

Cathy stops her struggling and looks at me. While bent and helpless, she begins another wave of cursing into her gag. She nonstop says whatever as I undo my belt and then unbutton my pants.

It's only when I pull out my hard cock that she stops. There's a real look of surprise on her face when she sees my dick. She stares at it for a moment, looking as if she thinks it might be fake.

This isn't surprising. Cathy, like so many others, just assume that I would have a small dick. That they would laugh the moment they saw it. But now that she sees it, she can't believe it. Just like she can't believe it's about to fuck her pussy.

Starting to stroke myself, I walk around the table and behind the thick guard. The moment I do, she starts struggling and talking again. Only now the protesting sounds more like begging. Like she's now asking not to do this instead of threatening to hurt me if I do.

With her ankles still tied with the garbage bag, she can't kick me like she wants. So it makes it easy to step up, her huge bare ass pressing against me as I'm behind her.

"Alright you big bitch. Time to take your punishment," I tell her, grabbing two handfuls of her ass to make her yelp. I grab her ass hard, squeezing to the point I know it hurts. I then do it again, dragging my hands as I grip.

"You ready to be fucked? Huh?" I then ask, slapping her right ass cheek hard.

"DON'T DO THAT," I hear Cathy demand. It is still muffled and gagged, but I hear it clearly enough. Smirking, I slap her ass again, this time much harder, to which she yelps. I then use my other hand to slap her left ass cheek, making the loud clapping sound echo.

"I see we've never been spanked before. And that you like it," I laugh and pull my pants up. Buttoning them, I change my plan and look around for something to spank her with.

"Ahhh, perfect," I say loudly as I spot what would be perfect to use. While I walk to the item, I hear Cathy protesting, begging and pleading. She is still full of fire and defiance but there's fear now. Of all the people to break her sexually, she doesn't want it to be me.

I have no clue what the thing is, but I pick it up. It looks almost like a section of carpet or rug in how thick it is, but it's made of furry leather. It has some give but is rather firm.

Swinging it at Cathy's ass, I hear it cut the wind. The woosh sound is heard right before the crack it makes when it smacks across both of Cathy's ass cheeks.

Cathy cries out from the spank across her ass cheeks. Not letting her brace for the next blow I immediately swing the thing again, making it hit hard across her entire ass. Much like before, she yells from the spank, her body rocking again.

The guard shakes her head now, clearly begging me to stop. This makes me spank her again, but this time four hits in fast succession. Each time she jerks worse, her ass probably stinging. Yet under those yelps I can hear grunts of pleasure.

"Shut up. You deserve this," I tell her and swat her ass again, hard. Only now I hear a grunt of pleasure. Or her version of pleasure. If it was anyone else, I would ask if they are ok but for her... I think that's the sound she makes when she likes something.

"You deserve this, you know you do," I say and spank her three more times. Again, she makes that same sort of pleasurable sound, even if I am swinging very hard.

"Ahhh... I see. You like to be told how bad you are," I say out loud, figuring why she is liking the treatment so much more now.

"And I bet you want to say it too. Want to say what a bad girl you have been," I say knowing this is a deep-seated fantasy for her.

"Say it. Say you deserved to be spanked," I order and smack her two more times with my spanking tool. Of course I don't expect her to say it. This is very much a game, one that I'm going to win.

"FUCK YOU," Cathy yells, again making it clear enough to hear.

"Fine. Let's see how that pussy feels after I rub this between your legs for a few minutes," I threaten, holding the leather carpet thing in front of her so she can see.

Cathy's eyes get very wide upon looking at it. I can almost see her picturing how it would feel and watching the fear move over her. It's in this moment I see her make a choice, one that seems to change her attitude.

"I deesvgggaeredddd aggghh baaaah sappppantedd," Cathy says into her gag, saying it fast and soft. She doesn't yell it like she did the "fuck you," but says it extremely soft.

"Say it again," I tell her, then spank her with the tool again. This time there's no denying the sound of pleasure she makes. It's no longer even a grunt but a squeal.

"I ddesrvvered tah bagggg spannnted," Cathy says louder and clearer. And again I swat her ass, swinging the leather very hard so it makes a loud crack to make her squeal again.

My thick victim then repeats what I want without being told, to which I spank her over and over. After each squeal, she repeats this statement, almost as if giving in to the situation. As so, I spank, turning her black ass red as I spank her repeatedly.

If it was any other woman, I bet she would be screaming and howling with the pain. But since it is Cathy, I think the pain only arouses her more. No one has ever been this rough with her, which is what she's no doubt always wanted.

I keep going, even when my arm gets tired for one reason... I think she's about to cum. Her face is pressed against the desk now, and each spank makes her do a high-pitched squeal of pleasure. Each one gets longer and higher pitched, making it seem that she is getting very close to cumming.

"Take it, bitch," I say, nonstop swinging the leather, making it crash against her swollen and red ass as fast as I can.

"This. Is. For. Being. A. Bad. Little. Bitch," I tell her with each smack. Sure enough, this makes the big bitch orgasm.

Wild howling comes out of her that has to be her version of moaning. These are intense screams of pleasure, ones that are so powerful that I feel them in my heart, much like when a car with a lot of bass drives by. They are primal and strong, where you can feel what she is feeling.

Amazed at the way she cums, I can only stop and stare. She quivers and squirms hard, pressing her legs together since she is unable to touch any important parts. There she keeps making those wild howls of pleasure like a wild animal.

The large woman then starts to rub her hips against the side of the table, doing whatever she can to touch herself. She first tries to rub against the side but when she can't, she thrusts against it, unable to get the perfect angle so she can play with her pussy.

"What is going on it there? Who's in there?!" A concerned voice calls out on the other side of the locked classroom door.

It's Ms. Waters. I recognize that voice anywhere. She must have heard the big bitch cumming on the way back from her cigarette. Now she is investigating.

In reaction I race to the teacher's desk in the corner. There I duck down and hide as if I was a little kid. I do this because I hear Ms. Waters starting to unlock the door with her own set of keys. Any second she'll be in and able to see everything.

Right as I duck behind the desk, I feel so pathetic. Why am I hiding? That's not like me. I need to face what I did, not run away like some sort of pussy. I mean, that's something the ones that bullied me would do.

"Oh dear!" Ms. Waters gasps as she rushes into the room after getting the door open.

From where I am I can see Ms. Waters through a crack in the desk. Thankfully the desk goes all the way to the ground, so it does hide all of me, at least for the moment.

"Are you ok? Are you... wait... Officer Cathy? Is that you?" Ms. Waters asks, shocked.

Cathy only moans in response. She is no longer howling like she was, but it sure looks like her orgasm is lingering as she is still trying to rub against the side of the table. She doesn't seem to care that her salvation has arrived. Instead the big bitch is lost in her own pleasure.

"You finally did it, huh? HUH?!" Ms. Waters states angrily after a very long moment.

"Fucked around and found out. Someone finally put you in your place. Good! I'm glad!" Ms. Waters says, this time with not just anger, but hate. Real hate at that, which sounds so strange coming from the hippy Ms. Waters.

"I hope who did this comes back. I hope they put the biggest penis up your anus too!" Ms. Waters then yells, having moved to the side of Cathy to see her face.

Looking drugged, Cathy looks at Ms. Waters. The two make eye contact where I am surprised that the guard makes no effort to be freed at all. Instead she stays as she is, tits trapped, very quiet and still. There's something in the way Cathy looks at Ms. Waters that shows there's a relationship.

"Karma's a b-i-t-c-h, isn't it?" Ms. Waters then asks Cathy with the same sort of anger. But hearing Waters spell out the word instead of saying it nearly makes me laugh.

"All those evenings... all those times you used me. Made me... made me do those things to you. Made me use my tongue. Made me lick and kiss... down there. Doesn't matter if I got tinglies from it, or if it brought me orgasms. The pleasure I felt still doesn't give you the right to make me do it!" Ms. Waters says to the helpless security guard.

Shocked doesn't begin to describe what I feel. Its sure sounds like Waters is saying that Cathy molested her. More like raped her from the sound of it. That can't be true, right? But the more I think about it, the more I can believe it. Cathy using her size to intimidate a much smaller teacher? Yep. I believe it. Security guard probably went into her classroom right after school and shut the door knowing she could keep Waters quiet by bullying her.

"You know what? There is so much I could do to you right now... but I'm not. I'm better than this. My heart isn't so dark or evil that I need revenge. But that doesn't mean I have to help you," Ms. Waters tells Cathy, acting as if having some self-reflective moment.

The good-hearted teacher then storms out of the classroom, and I do mean storms. She stomps away, almost as if making sure that people hear that she is leaving. In a weird way, it feels like Waters got some sort of peace at seeing Cathy like this.

"Miss Waters may be better than wanting revenge, but I'm not," I say as I pop up from behind the desk once I am sure Waters is gone.

To this I walk behind Cathy, undoing my pants again. This time I allow them to fall to my ankles once I am right behind that big black ass. I look down at her exposed pussy, not believing what I just heard. That this big butch bitch forced Ms. Waters to do sexual acts. It takes away any guilt I might have felt.

Not wasting any time, I grab hold of my cock and place it against Cathy's entrance. Once in position, I insert it, making it go all the way into the surprisingly tight and wet pussy. I press hard against her prone body, feeling her big ass press against me.

Cathy moans at the feeling of my large white dick going in her cunt. It's a shuddering moan, making it seem like it's too intense for her to take. That's why I leave it buried in her for a long moment, as I can feel her flexing those pussy muscles, trying to milk me.

Smiling, I begin to fuck the security guard, pulling my hips back only to thrust forward. There's no beginning slowness or gentleness coming from me. I thrust hard and fast, ramming my cock into her pussy as rough as I want. I do this with one goal, and that's to make it hurt as I fuck her.

I'm surprised to see there's no fight in Cathy as I fuck her. Instead she moans and whimpers, sounding very content. Hell, she even spreads her legs, or ties to.

"That's right. I'm fucking your pussy. White Bread is fucking that black snatch," I mock as I continue, ramming into her over and over again.

The sounds of sex quickly fill the room, with her moans blending with the thudding of our bodies and the squeaking of the table she is stuck in.

On purpose I am extremely rough, making it feel not so much like sex, but a fight. I make sure to fuck her as hard as I can, wanting to fuck her pussy raw. I make sure to have two handfuls of ass as I hold on, wanting as much leverage as possible to fuck her with.

It takes maybe two minutes before she cums again. Much like before, she makes those strange, howling sounds to show her pleasure. They are so emotional, not to mention vulnerable. In a weird way, they bring me pleasure, making me feel what she is feeling.

"Cumming off white dick. How shameful," I mock as she cums, knowing she can hear me. I continue to fuck her, pounding her nonstop, my cock pushing apart her insides. It makes a unique friction that seems so strange with someone like Cathy. You wouldn't think sex with her could be this enjoyable.

The big bitch's body rocks with each thrust. This makes the table squeak, much like a bed frame would. Yet she just goes with it, not even trying to struggle to get her hands or feet free.

The thudding of our bodies only gets faster as I feel myself getting closer to my own orgasm. In a weird way, I thought I would need to think of someone else to fuck her or else lose my hard-on, but I find I don't need to. The fact I'm dominating her like this makes it one of the hottest times I've had sex.

"Join. The. Baby. Club," I tell Cathy about a minute later, feeling my own orgasm about to be unleashed. I then thrust and shove my cock as deep as I can into her pussy. With my cock buried and her pussy trying to milk it, I cum. I cum hard, feeling my cum shooting out and pumping into her unprotected womb.

I hear her howl again, begging for me not to cum inside her, but it's already too late. My cum has flooded her insides, like I've done to so many. Stream after stream shoots out, where I feel so powerful.

Panting and feeling a bit sore myself from how hard I was fucking her, I rest for a moment. I continue to hold onto her, my hands gripping handfuls of her ass as I feel her pussy try and milk me.

"That's right. I pumped you full of cum, and you know you deserved it," I tell the thick woman right before I pull out of her. To this I swear I hear her coo, enjoying the feeling that the words bring.

With my cock still very hard, I walk around the table pinning her down. Normally I would shove it in her mouth and make her blow me, but not with her. She'll bite for sure. I believe that with all my heart and soul.

Now that I am on the other side of the table, I am able to grab a handful of her hair. I grip it tight, making sure I have a firm hold. This gives me the ability to hold her head up, where my dick is inches from her face.

"Your pussy got fucked by white dick," I tell her, then slap her in the face with my cock. I smack her right across the right cheek with my member several times, leaving behind wetness. I do this several times while laughing, very much enjoying the humiliated and pained expression on her face.

Cathy growls and actually snips at my cock as if to bite it. With the hold I have on her hair she can't do anything, but it still annoys me. So I then poke her in the eye with my cockhead.

This makes the thick bitch first whimper in pain then moan. It's a quick and soft moan, but one born of the feeling of domination she feels at being poked in the eye with a dick.

With her somewhat subdued, I rub my cock on the left side of her face. Up and down I rub it on her beautiful soft skin, using her face as a rag to clean my cock. There I leave behind her own arousal and cum, wanting her to feel as humiliated and dominated as possible since she'll feel it on her face but won't be able to do anything about it.

"What in the dickens the fuck is that noise?" I then hear the grumpy custodian call out as he makes his way down the hallway.

My stomach sinks at hearing this, only now seeing the door to the classroom is open. Ms. Waters didn't close it when she left. All the noise we've been making must have been going all over the school.

Knowing if David finds me like this my life is over, I yank up my pants. With his way of stretching the truth, this won't be a simple case of rape. He'll make it that I had my way with a bus load of security women, all tied up and in a row where I fucked each one in turn.

This time instead of rushing to hide behind the desk, I go the other way. I rush to the back of the room, where there is a supply closet. I do this because I fear David is smart enough to know if someone is hiding behind the desk. He'll be able to spot me at once.

Thankfully, I manage to get into the closet right before the custodian walks in. I know this because after closing the door until there's just a crack, I see him walk in the room. He walks with a power walk but then freezes at the sight of the security guard.

"Hell woman, what sort of kinky bullshit is this?" the custodian says flabbergasted at he stares at the trapped and fucked Cathy. With wide eyes, he looks at her from the doorway, his eyes lingering on her bare ass and pussy.

"I... Hell woman, I don't even know what to say," the custodian then says, sounding and looking confused. He then looks around, making it look like he is thinking about running to get help.

David turns to leave but stops himself. The older custodian then gets a comical look on his face that is easily read; "Wait, what the fuck am I doing?" He then turns to look back at Cathy, seemingly believing she did this to herself.

"I seen a lot of shit in my time cleaning up after these brats, but this is a first," the custodian says, now slowly walking towards the prone security guard. The older man then starts to undo his belt.

"We can call what's about to happen, what do you call it, oh yeah, payback. Payback is a bitch, for a bitch," David tells the trapped security guard, who has remained quiet and still since the custodian has walked in. Just like with Ms. Waters, Cathy doesn't beg for help or to be let go. If anything, she acts as if she knows she deserves for them to see her like this.

"Remember when you accused me of stealing coffee filters? Remember that? Who in the hell gonna steal coffee filters, huh? You can buy the damn things at the dollar store," the custodian complains with a great deal of anger, stepping behind the prone security guard.

To my shock and awe, David pulls his pants and underwear down. Not just that, but I can tell he's taken his cock in hand as he looks to be mounting the helpless Cathy. A moment later, Cathy makes a moaning noise, letting me know the custodian penetrated her. He actually has his cock in her, standing there and not moving so she feels it much like I did.

Not sure to laugh or not, I watch the older man begin to fuck the thick security guard. He thrusts very hard and fast, making it look more like a hatefuck than sex. Looking robotic, he doesn't fuck her as hard as I do, but it is still pretty rough, which is surprising for a man his age.

The surreal situation seems to grow even wilder as he makes so much noise with his own grunting and yelling that everyone in the school will hear him. Cathy is only a little better as she begins to moan and yelp as well, clearly enjoying the older man having his way with her used pussy.

For a moment I consider stopping this. Afterall, I was the one that made Cathy helpless. It's my fault she is being used against her will. It's my fault she is being raped by the custodian, even if she enjoys it or not.

But I don't stop it. I don't stop it because it doesn't feel right. Cathy, like so many, has bullied and forced others to do as she wants. Now it is her turn to feel weak and helpless. So let the cranky old custodian fuck her.

"I think I may call a few friends to enjoy this," the custodian tells Cathy as he has his way with her. She responds by whimpering loudly, knowing full well she can't do anything to stop him.

Even I am taken back by this, but after a moment of considering it, I find that I rather like the idea of multiple men fucking her. Let her be the one that people make up rumors about. Where it'll come out that she organized her own gangbang as that's how David will surely tell it.

The good part of all the noise David is making is that he doesn't hear me sneak out of the closet. I do it nice and slow, tiptoeing across the room. He is so focused on fucking the guard that he doesn't seem to notice anything else. And the longer he goes, the more aggressive he gets as he's grabbed a handful of the large guard's hair.

Once in the hallway, I spot the dropped roll of garbage bags. After quickly grabbing them, I hurriedly move to return to the destroyed classroom. As I walk away, I hear the combined sounds of Cathy and the custodian. Where his grunting and fucking combines with her moans and high-pitched yelps to make it sound like a huge production.

Still wanting to laugh, I turn the corner to go into another hallway as I head back to the classroom. I know I should be concerned about what Ms. Waters might say about the noise, but I'm not. Now that I know the truth of what Cathy has made Ms. Waters do, I bet anything Waters will pretend not to hear anything.

And so, I take a moment to center myself right before walking back into the classroom. There I fight to wipe the smile off my face as I can't wait till the next time I see the bitchy guard. Where I wonder if the custodian will call a group of his friends.

"I got the trash bags Ms. Waters," I say as I walk in, holding up the roll of trash bags. I try hard to look and sound normal and not grin like an idiot where I can still hear the sounds of the custodian fucking Cathy.

"Oh," I say in surprise as I see Ms. Waters has cleared the desk and is sitting on top of it. Her feet are on the desk with her dressed pulled all the way up. More so, she's removed her panties, letting me see everything as her legs are spread nice and wide. To add to the sexy site, she's even pulled her tits out which are far larger than I thought.

"Come here," Ms. Waters orders in a firm, teacher-like manner, motioning for me to go to her.

The prim and proper teacher is gone, replaced by a woman needing to be fucked. She even arches her back and rocks her hips, as if already getting off on the arousal she feels. The arousal at hearing someone she hates be fucked in revenge.

Walking towards her while undoing my pants, I almost laugh at the situation. Once I am close enough, Ms. Water's legs wrap around me, and she yanks me close. There she becomes aggressive, and I dare say dominate.

Still in a state of surprise, I make eye contact with her as she yanks my pants down and then grabs hold of my hard manhood. A moment later she is leaning over, taking my cock in her mouth while still making eye contact. She instantly begins to deepthroat me, which makes me moan loudly at how good it feels while her eyes keep looking up at me.

"Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me hard," Ms. Waters says after taking my dick out of her mouth. She then lays back on the desk, using her hand to pull my cockhead to her entrance. Being forceful, she inserts me in her very wet and tight pussy, where she purrs like a cat.

"Yes ma'am," I say, grabbing hold of her hips and starting to thrust. With a chuckle, I then think how happy I am for volunteering today.