Coach Johnson stood in the center of the ring while he asked each fighter if they were ready. “You bet,” Sophie laughed, “I can’t wait to make this old bitch my sex slave and show her who really runs this school.” The eighteen year old busty blonde danced back and forth on the balls of her feet. At 5’06” and 127 pounds, the high school senior wore dark eyeliner along with mismatching underwear; purple thong panties with a red bra, to hold up her full 36DD’s. Sophie embodied the bad girl persona, with her dark roots and tough demeanor, she was practically itching to put her opponent in place; a strap on black dildo hung from the corner, ominously foretelling her foe’s fate.
Ms. Hollis had been substituting in history class when Sophie had been constantly interrupting, talking loudly to her friends and playing on her phone while ignoring the lesson. The forty year old raven haired substitute had finally gotten fed up, after Sophie was talking about how flat the teacher was. The substitute had a regal air about her at 5’08” and 119 pounds, she looked more like a librarian; her 34B’s were tiny next to the teen’s ample double D’s. Ms. Hollis leaned in her corner, donned in the lingerie she had worn under the plain black dress she wore to her substitute job. Her jet black hair, though above the shoulder in length, was pulled back in a messy bun as her black bra and cacique panties, which rode up her firm ass, went along with the black garter belt and matching stockings.
Coach Johnson had been passing by in the hallways when he overheard the ruckus coming from the classroom. He walked in to see Sophie yelling at Ms. Hollis, both women had been chest-to-chest. Coach debated whether he should split them up when he had to remind the teen about the school policy on fighting.
“Fine then,” the blonde said as she reluctantly backed up. “Then I challenge Miss Hoe-is to a match today,” Sophie exclaimed. This was followed by a chorus of ooo’s from the other students as Coach Johnson managed to keep the two women apart just before the bell rang. “I’ll see you at three o’clock in the gym, bitch,” Sophie said as she brushed past the dark haired substitute. Coach Johnson explained the school policy on wrestling but said he understood if Ms. Hollis wanted to back out, since she didn’t work there full time.
“No, I’ll be there,” she said defiantly, “and I’ll teach that rude little girl some respect.” A few hours later, the pair were in the ring, facing each other down in their underwear. They squared up at first, bare knuckle boxing; the teacher blocked most of the student’s punches until a hook to the sub’s left tit lowered her guard. The student bloodied the substitute’s lip as Ms. Hollis stumbled into the ropes.
Coach Johnson held the student back as the sub wiped the trickle of blood with the back of her hand and appeared impressed. That’s when the act dropped and the substitute said the bad girl had some spunk. She stood upright, lifted her shoulders again and said, “Let’s see what you’re really made of, dear.”
The pair began to circle when it was the student’s turn to eat some jabs before she tried to work the sub’s tummy. The teacher grunted and said the teen was going to have to do better than that. Ms. Hollis threw a hook that knocked the student back a step before doing a spin kick into the bad girl’s abdomen. Sophie bounced back into the ropes before stumbling forward from the recoil only to run into the brunette’s fist as it buried into the teen’s stomach.
“Aww, where’s the tough little girl that was going to make me her sex slave?” The sub lifted the student’s head up from between her cleavage by her hair before the teacher gave the teen a headbutt that sent Sophie to the mat. She spread the blonde’s legs and stomped on the teen’s pussy. Coach Johnson warned the substitute about illegal moves but she reached down and slid her hand along the outline of the bulge in his gym shorts.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you get a piece after I’m done with her,” she said in a sultry voice. “Just let me finish teaching this little bitch a lesson.” The coach closed his eyes and nodded as the sub teased his erection before she turned back to kick the blonde in the ribs while Sophie was trying to pull crawl towards the ropes.
“Goin’ somewhere, sweetie,” the sub asked in a sing-song voice that reminded the coach of Mary poppins. “We’re just getting warmed up,” the sadistic sub said as she pulled Sophie up by her hair and choked the teen over the middle rope. Coach Johnson stood next to the brunette and said, in a calm tone as if they were discussing the weather, that the teacher needed to release the girl. They seemed to ignore the sound of Sophie’s garbled cries, as well as her feet kicking the mat wildly until Ms. Hollis released the blonde.
Sophie fell to the canvas, sucking in air and coughing animatedly, when she was pulled up by her hair. “Let’s go for a ride, cunt,” the teacher said and flipped Sophie over her shoulder with a hairmare. The teen’s back slammed into the mat but she didn’t even have a moment of respite before the brunette hauled the bad girl up and tossed Sophie over by her hair again.
“Where’s that badass I had in my class earlier, hmm,” Ms. Hollis asked as she wiped the dark hair out of her face before the milf stomped down on the teen’s stomach. Sophie curled into a ball as she began coughing and wheezing again while the brunette stood over the teen.
“Guess you was all talk, is that it?” Ms. Hollis asked as she kicked the blonde in the back hard enough to flip Sophie onto her belly. “Let’s at least give coach Johnson a show,” the milf said as she sat down on the teen’s back. The raven haired substitute grabbed a handful of the teen’s hair and pulled the bad girl’s head back. Ms. Hollis held Sophie’s dirty blonde locks in one fist to pull the student’s arm over one of her stocking clad knees before repeating with the other arm until the milf locked her fingers under her opponent’s chin.
“Ahh,” Sophie cried out as she was nearly bent in half while Ms. Hollis enjoyed playing the teen like an instrument. She alternated the hold by ripping at the blonde’s hair while stretching her spine. “Looks like coach is enjoying those ripe young tits of yours,” the brunette grunted after she’d spent a minute torturing the teen. “Let’s give him a show,” Ms. Hollis chuckled as she used one hand to keep Sophie’s head bent back while the teen’s arms dangled uselessly over the milf’s knees, before the substitute used one hand to pull up the front of the blonde’s bra.
The sight of those double D cups made the coach’s eyes bug out of his skull. He pretended to be checking the hold as he knelt down, while Ms. Hollis went back to pulling under the teen’s chin in the camel clutch, before his hands slid down to cup Sophie’s jugs. “Mmm, nice aren’t they,” Ms. Hollis asked as the coach moved his mouth closer to suck the blonde’s stiff nipples after he fondled the heavy orbs. “It’s even better if you want to use this slut’s nasty mouth,” the brunette purred.
Coach Johnson nodded and the milf adjusted her grip to reach down and dig her nails into Sophie’s bare tits. The teen opened her mouth wide to scream as the substitute teacher’s sharp nails dug into the blonde’s soft breasts and twisted them around like bread dough. As her jaws were parted, Coach Johnson whipped out his thick cock and shoved it into the bad girl’s mouth.
Sophie’s wails were muffled as Coach Johnson sighed and used a handful of the teen’s hair to bob her head up and down on his dick. Meanwhile the blonde was simultaneously screeching in agony, as Ms. Hollis enjoyed her tit mauling, and gagging from Coach Johnson using her mouth like a pussy. Sophie’s body convulsed from the dual assault until she went limp.
The teacher assumed the coach’s vigorous face fucking had made the blonde pass out but Sophie was still gasping while face down on the mat. “I hope you’re not quitting on me now, are you sweetie,” the milf said. Ms. Hollis stood and removed Sophie’s panties before she lifted the teen’s head and stuffed them in her mouth. “That’ll shut you up,” the brunette said. Ms. Hollis used a handful of hair to pull Sophie up to her knees before the substitute knelt down and draped her opponent over her shoulders.
Despite the gag, the blonde’s screams echoed in the empty gymnasium as Ms. Hollis bounced Sophie in a torture rack hold. The agony of having suffered in the camel clutch had nearly broken her back so the rack made it feel like she was being shattered in half. “What’s that, I can’t understand you,” Ms. Hollis said, feigning ignorance. “You want to submit?” the milf again pretended to be dense as Sophie nodded her head emphatically.
The brunette nonchalantly dropped the bad girl onto the mat and quickly sat down on her opponent’s chest. “So that means you agree to be the winner’s sex slave is that right,” the brunette asked as she slid up to secure Sophie’s limp arms to the mat under her knees. The girl hesitated and Ms. Hollis smiled.
“If you want,” she hissed softly and reached behind her gripped Sophie’s tits. The blonde was about to call the sadistic substitute a cunt until Sophie emitted an ear piercing shriek when Ms. Hollis twisted and tugged the teen’s sensitive nipples. She held on as Sophie thrashed around on the mat before the brunette promised another hour of tit torture before she’d tear them off.
“Yes,” the blonde sobbed, “I’ll be your slave! I’ll behave in class, just enough.” Tears streaked down the blonde’s face. “Oww, wha—,” Sophie suddenly exclaimed after the brunette cracked her palm across the teen’s face.
“You’re not done whore,” Ms. Hollis said. “I need to hear your obedience,” the brunette said and slapped Sophie again. The sound of the substitute’s palm cracking off the blonde’s face echoed in the gym as Coach Johnson eyed the teen’s pussy while Sophie lay pinned under her opponent.
“You think it was an accident I was teaching your class,” Ms. Hollis asked as she continued her slow, repeated slapping. The brunette slid forward, trapping Sophie’s arms under her stocking covered legs, while the substitute’s left hand reached back. Sophie flinched when Ms. Hollis’s hand came down at the same time the teacher’s fingers rubbed the blonde’s clit.
“I was asked to come here because there was a student who needed discipline,” the milf continued in her regal manner. Her slaps continued at the same rhythm, almost like a metronome, while the brunette teased the teen’s pussy. “Some girls need to be put in place,” she said with another loud slap of her palm. “But bad girls need to be broken,” her words came as a crack echoed again.
Sophie was trembling beneath the brunette, her pussy was throbbing to the point the slaps seemed to excite her. Ms. Hollis knew enough to rub the blonde’s throbbing clit in short semicircles only to just poke a middle finger into the teen’s wet snatch. Her breathing started to increase as the substitute continued that she went around from school to school, breaking girls into her obedient slaves.
“You want to be one of my slaves, dear,” Ms. Hollis asked as she brought another slap down in sync while she edged the teen. “Y-yes ma’am,” Sophie heard herself say. She hadn’t spoken words like that in years, unless it was sarcastically, and this was with awe-inspiring sincerity.
“Yes what,” Ms. Hollis asked, her slaps continuing to rain down slowly as Sophie was practically clenching her thighs with the eagerness to cum. “Yes…oh,” she gasped with pleasure after another loud crack across her cheek, “yes, I am your slave, ma’am.”
“A good slave obeys,” Ms. Hollis said as she teased Sophie’s pussy, “are you going to obey without question?” Sophie wanted to scream for how bad she wanted to climax but the way the older woman had made the blonde completely submit thrilled the teen to her core.
“Without question, ma’am,” Sophie said, feeling her pussy leak onto the mat as she spoke. “You can prove it by lying completely still,” the brunette said as she stood and stepped out of her panties. The blonde stuck out her tongue, eager to please, when she received a slap hard enough to make her ears pop.
“I didn’t order you to use your tongue, slave,” the brunette hissed. The blonde apologized before Ms. Hollis told the teen to twist her own nipples.
“And make it hurt,“ the brunette barked. Sophie trembled as she wanted to cry out from pain but being forced to hurt her proud tits against her will also sent waves of electricity to her clit. The milf gently dragged her moist vulva over the teen’s lips before the brunette ordered Sophie to suck her mistress’s pussy.
Ms. Hollis purred as the sound of Sophie’s loud slurping echoed in the gym as she dropped down to smother the teen with her ass. The brunette ground her trimmed twat back and forth hard, grinding herself to a loud, groaning orgasm. She continued humping the teen’s face until Sophie’s hands fell from her breasts to the mat.
The substitute stood to place her foot on the blonde’s breast when Coach Johnson raised Ms. Hollis’s hand as the winner. After he was done, the raven haired woman bent down to slap Sophie awake. “Wake up slut,” the sub barked as she grabbed a handful of the teen’s hair. “You have to use your mouth to drain this man.” Ms. Hollis made the blonde hobble forward on her knees while Sophie was still catching her breath from the pussy smothering.
“Don’t you dare let a drop leave your lips,” the teacher ordered. The blonde was unable to reply after Coach Johnson shoved his fat cock past the blonde’s lips. Ms. Hollis went over to the corner to retrieve the strap on dildo while the sound of the teen gagging mixed with the coach’s sighs of pleasure. He used Sophie’s mouth while drool ran down her chin until Ms. Hollis knelt behind her new slave.
“You’re not allowed to cum unless I give you permission, whore,” the brunette commanded. She slid the eight inch plastic dick all the way in as Sophie’s pussy continued to leak like a sieve. The teen moaned around the coach’s cock as Ms. Hollis ordered Sophie to hold back her orgasm, “Or else.”
Sophie wanted to scream when Coach Johnson reached down to squeeze and slap the blonde’s tits. They had been abused so much, not only throughout the match but by the teen’s hands herself. Ms. Hollis gripped her slave’s hips to pound the bad girl hard from behind until Sophie felt the coach’s thick sausage swell up in her mouth.
“Ugh, gonna cum, swallow it all…,” he paused and grabbed the teen by her hair as he shoved his meat down her throat. Sophie felt like she was being waterboarded in the older man’s jizz as he pumped so much semen into her the sticky spunk started running out of her nose. Without having to be told a second time, the blonde began gulping the coach’s cream; using her hand to slurp up the stuff that leaked onto her face and chin.
“Don’t move,” Ms. Hollis said after she heard Sophie finish inhaling all the coach’s cum while she slowly pulled the dildo out of the teen’s pussy. She ordered the blonde to get her ass up higher. Sophie was shaking like a leaf, having dug her nails into her palm to fight back the orgasm after the brunette fucked her hard with the strap on. The teen trembled as she felt her new mistress, the teacher she had disrespected earlier, slowly trace her finger along the outline of Sophie’s pussy.
“Now slut,” Ms. Ellis said, as she cocked back her arm, “you made cum.” The substitute smacked her hand down on the teen’s clit. It felt like an explosion came out of the blonde as, not only did her pussy erupt in a geyser of girl juice shooting out from Sophie’s pussy like a fire hydrant, but a minute long scream that faded into a moan escaping her cum dried lips.
Ms. Hollis left Coach Johnson to take care of the teen’s limp body but the next day, Sophie behaved completely differently. She was better in class, paying attention and answering questions. She no longer dressed like a slut, wearing a button up blouse and pleated skirt, but beneath it she wore her mistress’s buttplug with Ms. Hollis name to show she was owned.
The raven haired substitute was only there the remainder of the week but Sophie would stay her obedient slave, where she was not only respectful to teachers but became a free use for the teachers. She spent the rest of her free period classes either underneath Coach Johnson’s desk servicing him or bent over a table in the teacher’s lounge for anyone to use her mouth or pussy.
The End