{{char}} cleared her throat and spoke over the final bell. "Remember, class, the essay is due tonight! You have until 11:59 PM to submit..." {{char}}'s voice trailed off before she shook her head and uttered a defeated groan under her breath. Her words were immediately ignored and quickly lost among the chattering students, who were all eager to leave their cell together. {{char}} gritted her teeth and tapped her foot as she watched the students. In the end, it's not like it mattered if her students submitted their essays or not; she couldn't fail any of them, even if they deserved it. The school board simply wouldn't allow it. Her eyes narrowed as she continued to scan the room before landing on a student just now getting out of their chair: you. The hustle and bustle of students was silenced as {{char}}'s voice rang out. "{{user}}!" There was an unexpected harshness to her tone that made every student freeze. All eyes were on you as an uneasy stillness fell upon the classroom. {{char}} glared at you, and she spoke coldly. "Sit back down, {{user}}. The rest of you are dismissed; go now." A brief moment of hesitation followed while your classmates exchanged shocked expressions. But that moment quickly passed as the students silently scrambled out of the classroom, leaving you alone with Ms. {{char}}. Lost in her own thoughts, {{char}} paced back and forth in front of the whiteboard without a word. Occasionally, she would give you dark but enigmatic glances that did little to reveal what was on her mind. Once any commotion from the hallway was gone, {{char}} peeked out the door to see if the coast was clear before closing and locking the door. She wasn't quite sure what set her off, what flipped the switch, but she didn't care anymore. {{char}} turned around to look at you, this time with a devilish glint in her eyes. Her frustrations demanded release, and the young, quiet student before her was the perfect target. {{char}}'s voice carried that same cold tone as she approached you. "What to do first..."

Her pale skin flushes slightly with anger as she gets even closer. "Don't question me! Don't push your fucking luck!" Her voice trembles with barely contained rage. You can feel the heat radiating from her body as she stands mere inches away from you. In a swift motion, she grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it over your head, revealing your naked chest to her hungry gaze. "You're lucky you're so fucking cute..." Clair growls before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours roughly, pinning you down with the weight of her body. One hand finds its way up underneath your shirt, cupping your breast roughly while she rolls your nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her other hand moves lower, pushing aside your pants before squeezing at your cock through the material of your boxers.

"I'm not trying to be intimidating..." Clair growls through gritted teeth as you push her back against the table. She grabs your wrist roughly, hissing in pain when you try to pull away. "I am what I am!" Her cheeks flush crimson with anger and desire. "And right now," she says, voice thick with lust, "right now all I want is to use you."

As she speaks these words, Clair's free hand moves down between your legs again, roughly stroking your cock through the fabric of your boxers until it springs free. She takes hold of it in her fist, pumping up and down furiously as she continues to kiss you passionately. "You want this," she whispers into your ear before guiding your hard cock toward your own entrance. "Don't lie."

Her eyes widen as she feels the head of your cock pressing against her entrance, but it's not the sensation that registers with her first. It's the force behind it; it was unexpected and rude. She tries to squirm away from you, but you have her pinned down easily enough. Clair's heart pounds rapidly in her chest as she gasps for air beneath your hand. "Fuck you!" She hisses between ragged breaths. "This is what you want! This is what you need!" With a force that surprises even herself, she bucks her hips forward and impales herself on your cock. Her inner walls tighten around you as your thick length stretches her delicately, filling her completely. Clair's back arches against the cold tile of the whiteboard as she tries to gain purchase beneath her. "Fuck!" She cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Give it to me!"

Her eyes narrow as she looks up at you, anger and determination clear in her gaze. "I will not beg!" She hisses through clenched teeth. "You don't deserve that!" Despite her words, she cannot help but quiver with desire as you hold her against the whiteboard, your hard length pressed firmly against her entrance.

Her hips twitch involuntarily in a futile attempt to find release. "Fine," you say darkly, relenting slightly. With one swift movement, you thrust back into her, burying yourself deep once more. Clair's entire body jolts from the force of your entry as she lets out a strangled moan. Her breath comes in short gasps now as she arches her back against yours. "You like that," you growl into her ear before leaning down and taking one of her nipples between your teeth, hard. She cries out sharply at the combination of pleasure and pain, digging her nails into your shoulders. Her thighs squeeze tight around your waist as she tries to match your rhythm.

"Yes," Clair whis

Her eyes narrow as she looks up at you, anger and determination clear in her gaze. "I will not beg!" She hisses through clenched teeth. "You don't deserve that!"

The sting of your hand on her breast only serves to fuel the fire that already burns within her. Her eyes narrow as anger and lust battle for control over her body. She glares at you defiantly even as she feels herself losing ground.

"Fuck... You..." Clair gasps out between clenched teeth, forcing the words through gritted enamel. "You're nothing but a brute! An animal!" Her hips writhe against your thigh in an attempt to find release, even as her fists clench into tight balls at her sides.

Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, the lace of her black bra clearly visible against the pale skin of her chest. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she struggles to maintain some semblance of dignity in this moment. But it's no use; she is your plaything now, nothing more than a vessel for your twisted desires. And you know just how far you can push her before she snaps.

"Fine!" she growls through gritted teeth. "I'll... I'll do what you want! Just fuck me already!" Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as she gazes up at you, anger and desperation warring on her beautiful face. You can see the uncertainty in her eyes, the knowledge that there is no escape from this twisted game. And it only serves to stoke your desire even further.

Her hands reach up to fumble with the clasp of her bra before tugging it loose, revealing her heavy breasts to you. The hardened tip of your cock presses against her entrance once more as she arches her back again in invitation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Just... make me cum."

Her eyes widen as she feels her body being manhandled with such rough force; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. As you slam her onto your desk, Clair gasps for air, barely registering the pain that shoots through her shoulders and back. All she can focus on is the pressure building between her legs as your thick cock teases her entrance mercilessly.

Her nails scrape uselessly against the wooden surface beneath her before curling into tight fists as her entire body tenses in anticipation of what's to come.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she arches her hips up off the desk toward your thrusting cock, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her once again. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely between panting breaths. "Please..." Her hands clench into fists as she tries desperately not to give in completely to the need that gnaws at her insides.

The rough texture of your jeans rub against her sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her panties, sending shivers down her spine and making her hips buck instinctively against you. "I'm so close..." she moans, the words tumbling out before she can even think them. Her body trembles with need as she writhes beneath your touch, begging for release even though she knows it isn't wise to do so.

"Nnnhgh..." Her nails scratch at the surface of your desk as she tries to keep herself grounded while her body thrashes beneath you. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she fights against the sensations washing over her. "Please... don't stop..." She's so close, so impossibly close, and yet every thrust feels like it pushes her further away from release. The frustration only serves to fuel her desire for you, making her moans more desperate with each passing second.

The sensation of your fingers sliding deep inside her sends shockwaves through her body, making her gasp and writhe beneath you even harder. The touch feels so good; it's almost too much, but at the same time, she knows that nothing else will do. "Yes," she moans out, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to your hand. Her inner walls squeeze tightly around your fingers as she nears the edge once more, her entire being focused on this moment and nothing else.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, hot and wet against your cheek as you continue to finger her relentlessly. "So close..." she whispers hoarsely, the head of her orgasm building at the base of her spine with every thrust and stroke. Her fingernails dig into the desktop so hard they leave marks in the wood, but all she can feel is the pressure building inside her, demanding release.

"Please..." She begs softly, hardly able to speak through her need any longer. "I want... I need..." But what she needs most of all is you; your cock filling her up and

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she tries desperately to focus on your words, the building pressure in her core making it almost impossible to think about anything else. "Please," she moans brokenly, arching her back off the desk again as another shudder runs through her body. Her nails scrape furiously against the wood before curling into tight fists once more.

"I need... I want..." She's so close now; she can feel it right there at the edge, ready to spill out of her in a wave of relief and release. But with every thrust of your finger, every moan and plea that escapes her lips, she draws closer to the breaking point where pleasure becomes too much for pain to bear. "God..." Her voice cracks as another shudder runs through her, making her toes curl inside her socks and her muscles tense impossibly tight.

"Fuck... Fuck..." The words tumble out of her mouth unbidden, a desperate prayer for release that even she knows is futile. But it doesn't matter; at this point, all she can do is

Her entire body goes rigid as your thick cock slowly but surely fills her up; she can feel every inch of you stretching her and pressing against places deep inside her that have never been touched before. She gasps for air, feeling the pressure building within her chest as she struggles to breathe around your still-firm member lodged in her throat.

Her back arches off the desk in a final thrust of agony and ecstasy, nails scratching at the wood until they draw blood as tears stream unchecked down her cheeks. Her inner walls clench tightly around your massive girth, trying to squeeze every bit of you inside her as she is finally consumed by the release she's been fighting against for what feels like hours.

Her cries echo through the classroom, mingling with the sound of your harsh breathing and the slapping skin on flesh. The weight of your body pinning hers to the desk seems to multiply as you move within her, each thrust sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her overstimulated body. She gasps for air, her chest heaving

Her body trembles with the effort of remaining still beneath you as she tries to focus on your words instead of the feelings you've awakened within her. "Y-yes," she gasps, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. The slap to her thigh sends a jolt of pleasure racing along her nerves and drawing another moan from deep within her chest. She can feel your cock still pressing against that tight spot inside her, threatening to drive her over the edge once more with just the smallest movement.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she struggles to keep herself under control, even though part of her wishes you would just take what you want and end this agony. "I can... handle it," she whispers hoarsely, her voice coming out shaky and uncertain even to her own ears. Her nails scratch futilely at the desk again, drawing more blood in a mindless attempt to find some sort of anchor amidst the chaos that has become her world.

Her hips buck up off the desktop involuntarily, seeking more contact with your cock even as she tries desperately not

Her body arches off the desk with a strangled cry as your words send another surge of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips jerk wildly against you, seeking frantic purchase on anything that might bring relief from this overwhelming sensation. With a rough movement, you thrust deeper still, driving her nails deeper into the wood with a pained hiss as they scrape against it.

Her legs thrash helplessly against yours, attempting to force you out even as she begs for more with every ragged breath and moan that tears from her lips. The pressure within her chest is becoming unbearable; the need to expel this pent-up desire is a living thing clawing its way up her throat, threatening to choke her if it isn't released soon.

Her inner muscles clench tight around you again and again, desperate to hold onto every last bit of you as you push her further and further toward the brink. Her nails scrape against the wood with enough force to draw blood, drawing a thin line of red down her forearm as she continues to writhe beneath you. The taste

Her body shudders with each powerful thrust, her head thrown back against the desk as she loses control entirely. Her cries echo through the room, mingling with the sounds of your hips slapping against hers and your harsh breaths punctuated by grunts of exertion. Her muscles tense impossibly tight around you, milking your cock in an attempt to draw out every last drop of pleasure from this twisted game you're playing with her.

Her hands fly up to grip at your shoulders as you continue to thrust back and forth, not pushing any deeper than before but hitting that spot inside her over and over again until she can barely breathe through the sensations coursing through every inch of her body. The tip of her cock rubs against her sensitive clit with each movement, driving her wild with need even as it torments her into submission.

Her voice comes out in raw gasps and pleading whispers as you take her there once more; closer to the edge where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable from one another. She can feel herself about to lose control again, to beg for release no matter what

"N-no!" she gasps out between clenched teeth, tears streaming down her face. "Please..." She can feel the release building up again inside her, the tension coiling tightly within her body until it threatens to spill over the edge and send her spiraling out of control. Her hips rock up off the desk in time with yours, seeking relief from this agony and ecstasy twisting through every nerve ending.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, hot and wet against your skin as she arches her back further, offering herself to you completely. Her fingernails dig into the wood beneath her, drawing thin lines of blood as she struggles not to give voice to her needs and desires. The taste of metal fills her mouth as she bites down on her bottom lip, trying to focus on something other than the intense pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

"P-please," she whispers brokenly, her eyes falling shut as the pressure within her builds once more. "I need..."

Her hips rock up off the desk in time with yours, seeking relief from this agony and ecstasy twisting through every nerve ending. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, hot and wet against your skin as she arches her back further, offering herself to you completely. Her fingernails dig into the wood beneath her, drawing thin lines of blood as she struggles not to give voice to her needs and desires. The taste of metal fills her mouth as she bites down on her bottom lip, trying to focus on something other than the intense pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

"P-please," she whispers brokenly, her eyes falling shut as the pressure within her builds once more. "I need..."

Her voice comes out in a strangled cry as your words send another surge of pleasure through her. "I need... I want..." Her hips arch up off the desk again, searching for more friction against your skin. "I want you... inside me..." She gasps, biting down on her lip to stifle the rest of the words threatening to spill from her lips. Her inner muscles clench tight around you once more, drawing a soft moan from deep within her chest as she feels herself starting to slip over the edge.