I sneaked into the spot amongst the cupboards in the staff room later on. She came in, and tried to do some paperwork, but seemed to keep fidgeting and staring off into space. The ordeal in the showers was the cause, I assumed. But sorry as I was, I was also easily turned on, as she bit her lip prettily and ran her fingers through her hair frustratedly in her tight little t-shirt that kept rising up to show her belly, and her absurdly tight, short, shorts and casual hoodie, I found myself getting hard all over again at the sight of her in casual clothing, feeling broken and emanating i've-been-fucked vibes. I could read the evidence of the shower room rape in every movement, and it just made me so excited. I wanted to grab myself and jerk off right then, but the quiet of the room was overpowering. I just sat there, trying not to breathe, watching her, imagining how she must be reliving the gang rape in her mind right now.
So I jumped when I heard the knock on the door.
She started too, but did not seem that surprised as she walked up to the door as if expecting it. She opened it.
It was Ben. He slipped in quietly. She closed the door again just as quietly, not having revealed herself to anyone outside.
"Lock it," he said. She did, and then stood next to him, almost aimlessly. She was taller than him, but he carried himself like he overpowered her, the teacher bending to the will of the young student.
He looked at her apprisingly, smiling. "So pretty," he said. "So, so pretty. I hardly see you in these casual clothes." He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her this way and that, admiring her from various angles, reaching up to stroke her face.
"You look so cute and sporty in these clothes," he said, echoing my thoughts. He pulled her hoodie and held it apart, the better to admire her body in her little pastel t shirt that was just a touch too short and showed her belly. "Cute little hoodie, and cute little t-shirt..." His hands dipped inside to feel her up all over her t-shirt. I was envious - that's what I had just been wishing to do! She just stood there and let him, biting her lip a little.
"And these shorts too... " he breathed, hands pawing at her thighs, and right at her crotch. "These shorts are so small and tight... it's criminal." He pawed her right at her mound, and she let out a little gasp and looked away.
He reached up and took her chin in his hand, turning her back to face him. "It's so good I think you should suck my cock now." And he started pulling her by the neck down, trying to get her to her knees.
There was some struggle, she was reluctant or hesitant or something. But the shorter teen, with a firm hand on his teacher's nape, and then on her head, eventually succeeded in wresting her down to kneel in front of him.
"So pretty," he repeated, as he undid his shorts and pulled out his cock. He only smacked her face with it lightly once or twice before sliding it into her mouth. Habit took over, and she obediently bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on it. He gave a sigh of pleasure.
"Take off the hoodie," he commanded. Trying not to stop, she shrugged off the garment in stages. If she paused too long, a push of her head from his firm hand reminded her to keep blowing.
After the hoodie was gone, he commanded again, "Show me your tits." This time she didn't miss a beat and rolled up her t-shirt to expose her bra while still bobbing on his cock, and pulled down her strapless bra in another smooth motion to present her tiny breasts to him. She looked up at him, and he said, "Good..." while reaching out to play with her nipples.
After a while, presumably having had enough of watching her impale her mouth on his cock in sporty half-dress, he grinned a particularly evil grin, and reached out to hold her ponytail. I thought he was going to push her head now, but instead he just spoke.
"Did you like that visit in the showers?"
Her eyes widened and she gave an unintelligible half-cry, half-moan. She tried to get up and get free, trying to get his cock out of her mouth probably, maybe to say something, but it was a bit of a fight, as he, with the same grin, tried to keep her down and on his cock as he held her by the hair.
It was probably just half-hearted on his part though - he wanted to hear what she had to say. She didn't manage to stand, only a half-crouch half-kneel, his hand still on her head, but a step or two back from him.
"You sent them!" she spat. He just grinned. Confusion slowly crept across her face, replacing the anger. "Why?" she cried, plaintively. Then, after a short but tension-filled pause, in a small voice, "They FUCKED me... they fucked me RAW..."
"You weren't in any real danger," he said calmly. "I was outside as a lookout. I must admit you were a bit hard to find - I thought you'd be in the teacher's showers and had to hunt a bit to find you."
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted that?" she pleaded, trying to make sense of it.
"I wanted them to fuck you til you were raw," he said, surprisingly gently, taking her face in his hands, and then stroking her cheeks. "If you had seen me, or even had a hint, you would have been so wet that even if they'd done you twice each, you wouldn't be anywhere as sore as you are now."
Her face said that she was indignant at being figured for such a tramp, then worried that there was some truth in it, and then more worried that he had her pegged so accurately. Then confusion again. "But why?" she repeated. "Did you get off on it?"
"Not yet," he said, then gestured for her to remove her t-shirt and bra. In her confused trance, she obeyed without thinking. He continued, "It's all in preparation for now. Everyone is winding down and going to sleep in a while, or too busy to care what is going on with you, Miss T."
She nodded.
"I wanted them to fuck you dry and make you nice and sore, so that I can have a good time. It's been a while since I've raped you - truly raped you. I want to rape you like it's a first time, like fucking a virgin. I want you to squeal and whine and squirm with my thrusts. I want every fuck to make you gasp."
She at first looked incredulous. Then she hazarded a guess. "Gasp... at your cock's... dominance?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "That's a good way to put it." He stepped out of his shorts and pushed her towards the folding bed teachers used during these camps.
"I could have done it many other ways, but this way seemed the most fun," he said.
"But I really am so sore," she said pleadingly, sitting on the bed, looking at his hard cock. "You can't imagine how roughly they fucked me..." She had a tear in her eye almost.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna feel for myself," he said with a grin, pushing her onto her back on the bed. And then as he pulled her shorts and panties off roughly, "It's been a long time since I fucked you in a bed, hasn't it?" Her cheeks seemed to redden at the thought.
He pulled her long slender legs apart, and she flinched as if in pain or preparation, though he just gazed down at her. Another smile from him at this sign of fear. "That's what I am talking about. I am gonna enjoy you so much tonight."
He tested her with a finger. "You're wet," he observed.
"I can't help it," she said, ashamed. "I can't."
"It's not gonna make it that much easier," he calculated, moving closer, an ankle in each hand, spreading her legs in the air.
She had another long, embarrassed pause. "You're still gonna get what you want," she said. I couldn't tell whether it was an assurance, or a defeat.
I marvelled for a moment at Ben there, a young boy poised over his teacher with her legs spread wide in front of him, gingerly waiting for his assault on her tender, sore little pussy. If it was anyone else, there should be screaming and yelling and throwing of stuff, and reprecussions and reprecussions. But here she was, reluctantly but obediently about to receive a more than normally painful stabbing with his cock.
And stab he did. He stabbed into her up to the hilt and didn't let up. She bit her lip and stifled her cries as best she could but she could not avoid giving him what he wanted: she squealed and mewed in pain and discomfort as each thrust ripped into her. If it wasn't like breaking in a virgin, as he said, it sure sounded like it to me. I narrowly avoided coming in those first few moments as she tried to take it, gasping with every painful thrust.
He seemed totally satisfied with that missionary style position. Even to me, it was novel, to see Miss T fucked in a bed - I hadn't realised til then that I had never seen her fucked anywhere near a normal bedroom situation. I relished it, and I could see, so did Ben. Ben would poundfuck her urgently as she tried to prevent her anguished cries from escaping, grinning domineeringly down at her as her little tits bounced in time with his stabs and her squeals. Then he would slow down and grind her, letting each sawing motion in and out of her sore little pussy play out on her face and in choking gasps. When her pleading cries had turned him on enough, he would start again poundfucking her til the individual cries became one long guttural scream. She finally found it too much and started to push at his crotch when he pounded her, trying to stop or soften the blows. It was ineffectual judging by her face, but judging by his it succeeded in exciting him even more, those feeble attempts to push him away, and he came as she squirmed and tried to cushion his thrusts. It was a noisy, feral, and frenzied orgasm, and he didn't stop ramming into her until every last drop was poured into her.
But of course once was not all there was. His appetite was good, and he shortly after made her suck him til he was hard again, then fucked her on her side and on her tummy from behind. With one hand over her mouth and another pulling her hair or squeezing her tit, he lay on top of her from behind and pounded into her happily as she squirmed and tried to escape from underneath. Sometimes he would have to slap her and pull her back towards him roughly, but that only increased his enjoyment. He came that way, sinking deep into her and pulling on her tits and hair, while she cried out "no no no no" for his benefit.
Like an owner or boyfriend, after that he gave her bum a proprietary smack before rolling over and falling asleep. Ah, the benefits of a bed, I thought, as he snored lightly and her sobs subsided. But in an hour, as I was planning my escape from the hidden corner, I was treated to his wake up.
He woke, grinned at the sleeping Miss T, and then proceeded to shake her awake and do her a third time. After working through a few positions he got her into doggy style, and proceeded to fuck her in that position til he came some time later. She owch-ed and ooh-ed and no-ed and pouted and begged for mercy obediently. She kept inching away from the intruding thrusts, and he kept having to pull her back, usually by the hair, sometimes by the shoulders or waist, growling "Don't make me have to put the leash on you," as a threat. He came hard and apparently satisfyingly this third time, pulling her head and arching her back severely and pumping her til his orgasm was long over.
Amazingly he went back to sleep, and after a period of recovery and sobs, so did she. I wanted to wait a while longer and make my escape, but instead followed suit, having exploded in my pants at the same time as he had exploded in her. i woke in the middle of the night to find him gone, and only snuck a peek at her sleeping form before making a stealthy escape.
But if I thought the camp was over, I was wrong again.