ART CLASS ASSAULT
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A Lecherous Art Instructor Is Being Taught The Lesson Of His Life At The Hands Of His Prize Female Student


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".......and that will be discussed in much greater detail in our next class.
For now, get out of here and enjoy your weekend" the handsome young art
instructor, Mr. Summers, spoke out with a smile to his evening class; ending
his final teaching session of the week, as he ushered all of his students on
out of his room - all that is, but one. "Karen, do you mind staying a while?
Id like to talk to you about something before you leave" he politely spoke, as
the 20 year old girl made her way past, which was convenient as she was the
last of his pupils to arise and make her way out anyway.

"Yes, Mr. Summers?" the soft spoken young art student replied, as she stood
just opposite of him, across from his thick hardwood desk, which was cluttered
with all manner of teaching paraphernalia. Her 5' 9" form was nearly
completely covered and concealed with some form of clothing or another, an
interesting mix and match of colors, materials and fits that comprised her
outfit, one which on any other girl may have just looked odd, though thanks in
large part to Karens beautiful face (something that her small-framed glasses
and soft red beret helped show off), helped give her the appearance of a very
attractive young college girl.

"Im not sure if youre aware of this, but during the first few weeks of every
semester I pick a student from my class, one who has excelled in their work
here thus far, one that has shown to deserve such standout treatment, to work
under me during the year. Help me with special projects, get things done that
I may need assistance for, overall be my Girl Friday" he continued to speak in
a charming though authoritative tone, something he was more than known for
when dealing with his students. Still, as personable as he was, the intuitive
young woman couldnt help but notice that his glances and glares across her
tight, curvaceous form were a bit more than one would expect from a mature
college instructor, or should be anyway. "Doing so would of course give you a
boost in your final grade for the year, in addition to a few other special
perks" he concluded with a smile.

"Well, that sounds pretty interesting" the attractive young student replied,
with an inquisitive, thoughtful look, as she stood before one of her favorite
teaching, mulling over in her mind about his recently declared offer. Though
while she was quite eager to take full advantage of such a deal, as she was
more than interested in improving her already stellar grades; Karen felt
somewhere deep inside her that something was off, something was wrong,
something about the way he was looking at her just didnt sit well. Her dark
clothes, long skirts, and all over concealing clothing was not something your
normal person could consider hot or sexy, though to the right man, with the
right eye, one who knew what to look for, what curves and bulges of shape to
keep an eye on, Karens body showed off a lot more than her casual attire would
suggest. "Hmmmmm, what exactly would you need me to do for you?" she asked
out.

"Well, youd have to be very close to me.....uh......during class I mean.
Helping me plan for my next lessons, coming in early to help set up, stay late
tidying the room up. Overall, you would have to be ready, willing, and able to
do what I need, when I needed it" Mr. Summers skillfully made out, as he
walked around his desk to take a look at Karen, more specifically her overall
form; continuing to stare and gawk at her womanly physique, even though the
only actual skin that was showing through her outfit was her hands, a small
amount of almost unintentional cleavage, and her beautiful face.

"I may need to think about it, as while thats obviously a great opportunity to
improve my grades, that certainly sounds like quite a commitment, and my
schedule this year is already pretty tight. If I was so say yes, I do hope the
"perks" are worth it?" she inquired with an unsure look about her, trying to
negotiate this deal to make it more worth her while.

"Oh, I can practically guarantee that they will be. In fact, Ive been doing
this little Teacher/Student pairing for a few years now, and none of my
students have ever regretted "assisting me" in my work. Though Im afraid I
would need an answer today, as I do have duties that would need servicing as
soon as possible" the art instructor spoke out in an almost lecherous tone, as
he moved even closer to Karens lusciously shaped body.

"Well then, sure why not, sounds like fun" she replied with a smile, sticking
out a single hand for a their shaking of agreement at this newfound deal,
which a strong manly hand soon took into his own, giving it a few friendly
shakes; during which time he noticed the very impressive grip strength this
female student had, which took him back for the moment. Not so much though
that he hesitated to swiftly pull her into him before letting go, giving her a
seemingly innocent hug of friendship, though his slowly, softly probing hands
across her quite firm back, told of a slightly different motive.

"Mr. Summers, what are you......"

"Shhhhhh, its alright child, this is something were going to have to get used
to, you and I, if you want our partnership to work" he softly cooed into her
ears, as he took a long, slow whiff of her jet black hair.

"Mr. Summers, stop it! I Mean It!" Karen yelled back in utter confusion, her
body still and unmoving due to shock, over the all encompassing hold this
larger male teacher had her in.

"Like I said, Im in the need for some servicing now! So as weve just made
ourselves a verbal contract for the semester, I was thinking you could start
your duties immediately, and "assist me" with something right here, right now"
he continued whispering into her nearby ears, as he pulled her body closer
into his, relishing the feel of her tight, curvaceous frame rubbing against
him. "That is if you want a passing grade in my class, of course. It would be
a shame to fail you for the year and have you lose that Art Scholarship youre
so in need of" Mr. Summers ended his lecherous pick-up line with a very harsh,
academic threat.

This was usually the part where his specially picked female assistants (and
they are Always female), sharply pulled away from him, ranting and raving
about how he couldnt do this to them, about how wrong it was and how they
would tell on him to those higher up in this school. Unfortunately, due to his
intelligence, charm, and impressively persuasive mannerisms, he always managed
to make them see how fruitless such a tactic would be, and how without any
proof their accusations would be all for naught. In the end, Mr. Summers
always lured them back into his web of sexual deceit, and used them for all
they were worth until their semester came to an end, at which time they left
his domain in emotional (and often times physical) pain and distress. A
bi-annual event in his classroom, where he was King, and all of his students
were his pawns.

That was until this year, this night, with this young girl, who did something
that again took him back a bit and gave him pause. Instead of bolting away,
cursing at him, upset and crying at his unfair abuse of power, Karen did the
one thing no other girl before had done to him during this stage of his sexual
dominance.......she hugged him back. Though not only did she hug him in
return, she slowly began to increase the pressure of her arms around his
chest, increasing the power of her embrace to the point where he was actually
starting to feel physical discomfort due to her hug - which soon after turned
into actual pain and agony.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! What.....what are you doing???" Mr. Summers yelled out in shock
and terror, as this attractive young womans arms were seemingly crushing his
body to near bone-snapping levels. Doing so not only with her now clearly hard
and amazingly strong arms, but also with her voluptuously thick chest, which
was beginning to show off little ripplings of muscle at the top of her barely
exposed cleavage.

"What are you, some kind of Sick Creep!! I told you to stop, but you wouldnt
listen! Now youre going to pay.....oh are you going to Pay! Grrrrrrr!!"

"AHHHHHH!!!" the larger, though clearly much weaker male, screamed out with
all of his remaining breath.

"You wanted me to assist you with something, maybe in getting your pants off?
Sucking your cock until it burst, while you held my head down on top of it so
I can drink in every last drop?? Is that what you need an assistant for!!"
Karen growled at him as she poured on the power. Looking up into his nearby,
pain-wracked face, hers of anger and rage that only made her look that much
more dominant. "Well I guess youre right, since I already accepted, I guess I
should get to work right away. You remember the age-old saying, Be Careful
What You Wish For? Well, right now, you Stupid Perverted Bastard, youre living
it!!" she spoke out in a harsh tone, as she continued to crush his chest and
body into her own. Having little mercy for Mr. Summers, who made a critical
error on sexually coming on to (as well as threatening) the wrong woman.

Her arms power was truly unreal, and not something even this older, taller,
heavier man could hope to break out of. Something he was learning the hard way
now, as Karen began to increase the pressure of her vice-like embrace, which
coupled with her now lifting his 210 pound frame up off this rooms tile floor,
was causing him to get more than very light-headed and extremely woozy. Though
even with his senses on the verge of leaving him (all but the sense of Pain,
that was), he could still hear the clearly audible sounds of clothes ripping,
tearing and shredding all about him. His eyes last vision before being
forcibly brought into unconsciousness, was of this young womans biceps
bursting free from her formerly snug fitting sleeves, her shoulders and back
expanding to incredible width, creating even more tearing holes and rips to
appear all about her multi-colored attire, and a truly evil look about her
once studious face that scared him to Death - which was the last thing he
could remember seeing before blackness overtook him, and Karens all powerful
arms forced him into the temporary respite of oblivion.

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Mr. Summers awoke some time later (how much later, he had no idea), laying on
the floor to his classroom, right in the spot where he had so powerfully, and
surprisingly, been put down by one of his female students who felt like she
had the strength of 5 men. His head was ringing like mad, though in a matter
of minutes his full senses had returned to him, and he was strong enough to
stand to his feet (with the aid of his nearby desk), and able to take a look
around. The late evening sky had turned to darkness, this coupled with the
rooms lights currently being shut off, was simply too much for his eyes
(especially in their current condition) to focus in. So he slowly made his way
over to the light switch by the main door, flipped it on, and just like that
the room around him was illuminated in full. Something that caused his still
focusing eyes to need to be covered by a single one of his hands, the other
one holding on to his damaged chest in comfort, as he looked around and saw
something that turned his skin white and his blood cold.

Karen, the beautiful young art student of his, whom he picked out of everyone
else in his class this semester (mostly due to her good looks and shapely
physique) to be his "prized pupil", was sitting in her own classrooms chair,
patiently waiting for this man to arise. She appeared now calm and controlled,
with her attractive face (frame with short black hair and glistening green
eyes) simply staring at him from across the room. Though it was her physique,
as curvaceous and tempting as it was, that was filling his mind and body with
unreal dread. It was this body, whose curves were apparently more than the
usual voluptuous female form, that forcibly knocked him unconscious earlier
this evening, and nearly crushed him in half. A body that did so without him
having a chance against her at all, a body that was now showing off more than
it ever had in any of his previous classes - thanks in large part to the full
removal of her long, concealing sleeves, which were done mostly by a pair of
visibly muscular arms, whose power was felt by him firsthand, and with
devastating effect.

"Youre going to pay me for my shirt, you know that, dont you?" Karen spoke out
in an angry tone, as she stood up from her seat, her body looking even more
impressively pumped and built, as she slowly made her way from her desk over
to where Mr. Summers stood, trembling in fear. "I wouldnt try to run, I can
assure you Im almost as fast as I am strong....." she continued on with a fury
in her eyes, noticing that her one-time trusted instructor was eyeing up the
main door just inches away from where he stood, "......and I think you know
full well how strong I am now, dont you Mr. Summers?" she spoke out, flexing
her now exposed biceps in all of their glory before him, as she continued to
make her way to where he was.

"I......Im sorry, OK......I mean to......I didnt know you were....."

"Muscular? Yes, not many people do really, thanks in large part to the clothes
that I wear. Usually very long, very concealing, very covering, though as Im
sure youve more than noticed, quite body hugging and form fitting in certain
places as well" Karen said, ending her trek over to him, standing right before
his visibly shaking form. "Yes, Ive seen you staring at my butt and my breasts
in class, but I never held it against you.......until today that was, when I
found out thats just what you wanted me to do" she wittingly added, with a
devious little smile on her very beautiful face.

"Look......this has gone on far enough. I know that what Ive done was wrong,
and if you leave now, I.....Ill give you a boost on your overall grade at the
end of the year. You......you dont have to be my assistant or anything.
How......how does that sound?" Mr. Summers made out, trying his best to regain
a sense of control, of authority, of dominance in this situation (something he
always managed to uphold, even in his charming and personable way, here in his
classroom)

"Oh, and should I just let you off so easily, after you wrapped your arms
around me, pushing me into your body, with me yelling at you to let me go,
while you told me I should start immediately on my "assisting" duties or else
fail for the semester? Do you think thats right, Mr. Summers?" she asked out,
her arms showing more signs of silky smooth, powdery white, muscular female
flesh with each word she spoke.

"I.....I think thats exactly what you should do. Uh, besides.....its not like
you have any proof, its your word against mine, now isnt it?" he replied,
trying his best to stand up to this powerful 20 year old, and failing
miserably.

"Ah, well thats where youre wrong here, Mr. Summers. You see, I dont need any
other proof for what I plan to do, not that I couldnt get more if I wanted to
really. Making this a public scene, getting more and more of your previous
years "Teachers Assistants" to return and speak their minds. Yes, I dont think
proving your guilt will be too hard in the end at all really" she teased on,
knowing full well that she was not going to make any official complaints to
the school board, or anyone else regarding this matter. That she was going to
handle things her way, in the Court Of Karen, which was always more than fair,
though if the situation called for it, was also more than capable of handling
out even the harshest of penalties as well.

"NO! No.....you dont want to do that!" he yelled out in panic at her
suggestion to make this a public affair, something that helped convince Karen
once and for all that his advances to her were just what she thought they
were, something he had apparently done to young, female students for some time
before. "Making it public would only make you look like a fool, a jealous
schoolgirl getting back at her handsome young teacher. Something that would
certainly get you expelled when it was all over as well"

"Well, I can say that youre right about one thing, Mr. Summers......you are a
very handsome and charming man" she surprisingly spoke out, which was followed
by the slow removal of her soft beret and cute little glasses from her face.
"I bet thats how you so easily made all of your past semesters students jump
so eagerly at your "very generous" offer......Im wondering how long it was
before you forced them to jump right into your Pants!" she roared out, as a
single hand sprung forth and grabbed a savage hold over his cock and balls,
squeezing them to the point of easily being able to drop him to the ground
with unreal agony......unfortunately for him it didnt go that way. "Lets see
what we can do about that handsome face of yours now!" Karen growled out, as
she clenched her remaining hand into a powerful fist, pulling back its steel
hard arm before letting go a series of shots that could shatter the wooden
door behind him to pieces if she so wished.

Slam! Slam! Slam!, went her rock solid fist into this hopelessly over-matched
mans face, each impact followed swiftly after by a crackling of skull, a
breaking of his nose, and a near disfiguring of his once confident face.
Strikes whose bone snapping prowess was matched with an even greater amount of
pain, which shot all throughout Mr. Summers body in waves, and made his head
and face feel like it had been dunked into boiling hot lava. She could have
easily knocked him out with such impacts, or even killed him right here and
now, though that wasnt her plan.....not for the moment, anyway. So in seeing
that he was now on the verge of another forced black-out at her more than
powerful frame, she ceased her fist launching onslaught, and took another
tactic in serving out his well-deserved punishment.

As swiftly as her left hand reached out to administer its harsh punishment to
this older males cock, her right hand now also reached out to his neck,
catching him on his way down to the floor; his frame dropping like a sack of
potatoes in against such an awesomely painful hold and devastating attack on
his face. Her single arms strength around his neck was enough to hold him
still and immobile, preventing him from his semi-escaping fall, as she
continued to crush in on his dick with awesome flesh mashing power. A few
seconds later, with a feminine little grunt of effort, she maneuvered her body
underneath his, and hoisted him high in the air, held as far off the floor as
her lush, muscular arms could reach.

"I bet you feel so powerful when you trick your helpless, little girls into
doing what you say, dont you? Following your every wish and command, servicing
you in any way you like, doing anything and everything you want; for fear of
them getting a failing grade and possibly ruining their academic careers,
their scholarships, maybe even their very lives!" Karen yelled out, as she
tilted her head up and stared wildly at her former teachers terror filled (and
now battered and bruised) face. Another evil grin formed across her youthful
face, as she knew full well thats it was her own thick, hard, muscle packed
body that was causing him so much fear and despair. Something that any moment
now, would also be causing him an even greater amount of Pain!

"How do you like being on the receiving end, Mr. Summers? How do you like it
when one of your students has the power over you, especially in your very own
classroom no less? Well, if you think youve felt all of the Power I have, you
havent seen anything yet" the angry college student growled out, as she threw
her over 200 pound instructor several feet away from her, landing right on top
of his desk, moving at such force that he was tossed right off of it (knocking
over all of his books and other equipment) before his final landing on the
hard tile floor with a crashing Thud!

His heart racing, his pulse pounding, his thoughts whirling, and his body
aching. All of these feelings were helplessly flowing all about him as he
tried his best to gather himself together, crawling on his hands and knees to
the opposite direction of this young Amazon girls wrath. Something that even
he knew was utterly pointless, as soon after the lone sounds of heels clicking
were heard echoing around this classrooms walls, as Mr. Summers looked up and
saw Karen slowly making her way towards him. So determined to reach her
target, so angered at him for what he had tried to do to her (and for what he
had successfully done in the past), that with a savage, animalistic roar, she
grabbed onto his desk that currently separated their two forms apart with a
single hand, and flipped it aside as if it was a sack of clothing, over the
several hundred pound, hard-wood piece of furniture that it was. Karen ended
her travels just before her victims quivering form, her body towering over his
own, displaying not just her physical superiority over him, but her mental as
well.

"Well, since this outfit is ruined now that my shirt is torn apart, I guess I
should just......" Karen tauntingly made out, as she grabbed on to the top of
the remains of her shirt, just under her now pulsating muscle packed tits, and
ripped it clean from her luscious physique, which revealed even more of her
fit, toned and extremely powerful upper body. Karen then began flexing her
clearly muscular form, which seemed to be all the more full and pumped this
day due to the vast amounts of rage that was coursing through her body, due
solely to the completely out of line and totally offensive sexual behavior
directed at her from her formerly personable art instructor.

"I bet youd have re-thought your decision to pick me as your "special" student
if you knew I had arms like these....." she continued on, flexing her nearly
16" arms full of power, "......or a back and shoulders like this....." she
near seductively made out, placing her hands on her waist and flaring her lats
to an amazing degree, "......or a chest like this....." she concluded, hitting
a mighty Most Muscular pose that expanded her upper frame so much it was a
miracle that her pushed to its limits bra held on to her form as it did.

Mr. Summers nearly wet himself at the unreal sight of female muscular power
that was now before him. Never before did he think to imagine that her
voluptuously rounded curves were in fact lush, hard, powerful muscle. Never
did he imagine that his lecherous behavior would get him into THIS kind of
trouble from his young female students. The risk of being told on, of course,
but having one of his prized cuties physically handle him the way Karen was
here and now, beating and throwing and intimidating him with her body alone,
no that never once entered his well educated mind in the least........until
now.

Karen then harshly grabbed this man up from the floor by his collar, using her
mighty arms to move him around quite easily, before turning him away from her,
and snaking her arms around his neck in a perfectly executed Sleeper Hold. Her
biceps thick and hard were pushing into his throat from all angles, while its
incredible pressure locked this hold tight and unbreakable; with her beautiful
face just behind his own, her lips right by his ears. A few quick jolts of
power proved beyond any doubts who was in charge here, who was the dominant
one, who would decide whether this man lived or died, and how much pain would
be involved in either choice.

"Do you know how my body got so big, so strong, so muscular?" she aggressively
asked her entrapped victim before her, powering down on her arms just a bit,
which was more than enough to start him gasping for air and flailing for
freedom, something she countered with ease. "When I was a young girl, only 13
years old, I was cornered, attacked and then raped by a group of five 17 year
old boys on my way home from school. They beat me, the laughed at my crying
and tears of pain, they ripped my clothes apart and each of them had their way
with me, doing anything they wanted to do with me, because they had the power.
They had the strength, and I was weak, and helpless, and defenseless against
them" she continued on, sending a few more jolts of arm pressure into his neck
and throat, as a soft stream of tears drifted slowly down her cheeks.

"I never knew who they were, I never saw them again, but one thing that taught
me that day, one thing that would change my life for the better (if you can
get anything good coming from such a horrific event), was that I vowed to
myself I would Never be weak and helpless again" the clearly emotional
supergirl continued to speak into Mr. Summers nearby ears, holding her embrace
so tightly and with such strength, that she was practically supporting his
nearly unconscious form off of the floor below them. "I also made a promise to
myself that No One would ever touch me like that again against my wishes. No
One would ever force themselves on me ever again.......Never.....Again!" she
concluded, crushing down on his windpipe so hard that it would be only seconds
before he would pass out again, something she wasnt ready for, just yet.

So with a forceful releasing of her arms, Karen tossed Mr. Summers body out
before her, which he again could do nothing else but lay like a heap on the
hard tiled surface, gasping for breath to flow back in and out of his severely
crushed throat, so much so that each cough and wheeze sent unreal pain flowing
all around his completely beaten and defeated form. Never before had this man
been so afraid of anything in his entire life as he was now of this 20 year
old female powerhouse before him. Her body was like sculpted marble, nearly as
hard and almost as strong. While her lower body was still covered in an ankle
length black skirt, her upper body pulsed with so much power and strength that
he felt he would faint from shock if she ever revealed her silky smooth legs
to him (a far cry from what he was feeling for her just a few hours earlier
this day) Though it was not just her arms strength and hardness that were
truly intimidated this once authoritative man, as in this latest constricting
hold she had mercilessly placed him in he noticed that her arms displayed a
thin layer of soft, black hairs. Not nearly so much as to actually consider
them overly hairy at all, though still enough to make her appear just a bit
masculine, that coupled with her bodys obvious thick and shapely musculature,
made him feel that much more afraid of her and what she could physically do to
him.

Though masculine was definitely one thing that no one could claim about her
body as a whole, as it was filled with unreal womanly curves, topped off with
an incredibly soft and feminine face, so even muscles aside, even in all of
her pumped up, steel hard glory, she could honestly never be mistaken for a
man by even the harshest of female muscle haters. A fact that was proven even
moreso now, as Karen reached down to her waist and with a savage snap, she
ripped her long, black skirt clean off, kicking of her casual matching black
shoes in the process, to reveal a lower physique that was easily as muscular
(while being as sexy and feminine) as her upper body was. Legs that had the
most amazing shape, soft smoothness coupled with muscular hardness, that had
Mr. Summers had any idea of how they were previously, he would have dived
right between then and begged that she wrap them around his head, knowing full
well that the consequences would be disastrous. Her butt looked like two rock
solid bubbles, so smooth, so firm, so rounded, they were utter sexual female
perfection, hardly a surprise considering Karens overall sculpted shape and
curvaceous physique.

"Bet you didnt know the kind of legs that were hidden beneath my full,
flowing, nearly floor length skirts, did you Mr. Summers? I bet you didnt know
what they were full of hard, strong, bone crushing female muscle, huh? 16"
calves that could pop your throat with ease and 26" thighs, that could grind
you to dust if they wanted to.......and guess what, right now, They So Want
To!" Karen growled out, her face turning red with hate, which was a stark
contrast to her milky white body. Without mercy, she dived onto this mans
body, turning and twisting and moving him around with ease. Ignoring his pleas
for mercy, his beggings for forgiveness, his cries of agony, as she placed her
thick, powerful legs around his already mashed face, crossed her ankles
together, and began squeezing in on its already beaten and very bruised form.

"Whats the matter, Mr. Summers, I thought you wanted us to get alittle closer?
Isnt THIS close enough for you!" Karen yelled out, as she increased the
pressure from her muscular thighs, which caused a few crackling sounds to emit
from his face, as well as this man screaming in pain with all that he had
left. Her treatment of this man, her handing out of punishment for his
extremely lecherous deeds, was without hesitation. Thoughts and images from
her own barely teenage raping and sexual abuse popped into her mind throughout
this session, something which only increased her rage towards this man who
very nearly did the same exact thing to her (and had apparently done so to
several other young girls in his career), which only increased the power of
her life-ending thighs in on his head.

Karen then grabbed a hold of both of his flailing arms, still holding and
crushing in on his face with her super fit, tight, toned and sexy legs, then
savagely pulling his arms out and away from his body, which caused him to
scream out in pain yet again. Her hands bent his wrists back in a horribly
awkward position, which even holding them tight and unmoving as such felt like
she was going to rip his hands clean off his body at the wrists - imagine how
it felt then when this enraged, muscle packed 20 year old girl gave them both
a sudden, brutal, bone crunching Snap!

"AAAHHHHHHHH!!"

"Thats for having your perverted, grubby, unwanted hands traveling around my
body earlier. Hands which youve undoubtedly used time and again on your star
female students before, just like you were planning to do so to Me!" she
scolded Mr. Summers increasingly broken form entrapped between her even more,
as she continued to constrict her growingly hard thighs around his head, while
she bent his arms back even more. "How many times have you used these hands to
grope and feel and touch and molest and rape those girls, Mr. Summers! How
many soft, feminine, young curves have you felt up and mauled with those
hands, with them crying the entire time! Well, never again will you do so, I
can promise you that......Never.....Again!"

Realizing that her all encompassing legs were fit skin-tight over his ears,
while in the process of crushing his head, causing him to completely miss all
that she was saying, all of her angry and venomous words, she quickly removed
her thighs from around his head (which was now covered in blood and badly
misshapen) and just as swiftly re-applied them back around his body. Crushing
now his ribs with the same pressure she was exerting on his head, if not more
so. So fast was her exchange, so pumped were her legs, that Mr. Summers
bone-hard ribs snapped in quick succession soon after being enveloped in steel
hard female muscle. The sounds of snapping bone, torn muscle and ripped flesh
was as evident throughout this room as were his screams of pain and panic, all
of which Karen drank in utterly and completely, knowing it was her body that
was causing this man his untold agony, knowing it was a well-deserved
punishment for his actions past and present, all of which caused her to smile
an evil grin and increase the never-ending pressure of her thighs on his now
mangled torso even more.

It was now almost as if Karen was now enjoying her torturous treatment of her
former teacher, relishing in her bodys power and its ability to cause such
pain and agony to someone who so rightfully deserved it. A feeling that only
caused her to continue on with her horrendous treatment of him more and more,
with a mixing of her own malicious laughter in with his moans and cries of
pain. An attitude that made her think of even more creative ways to institute
her self-made sentence on his battered, beaten and utterly defeated body.

"I wonder what a deviant bastard like you would have lying around his
classroom to help get his rocks off" she sexily growled, pouring on the
pressure with her legs, while pulling his arms away from his body, nearly to
the point of dislocating both of his arms at the shoulder. She then gave one
more final, savage squeezing/pulling on his utterly out-classed form (adding a
few more cracks and pops to his already very impressive list), before she
fully removed herself from him, making her way to his previously discarded
desk. With a few mighty pullings from her rock solid arms, Karen forcibly
removed its once locked drawers from its wooden frame, allowing her to examine
what lie inside, which was followed by a wide, evil smile on her beautiful
face by what she found within.

"Ah, now this is more like it" the young college girl spoke out, as she
removed a long, black, plastic dildo from the secret recesses of his private
stash, one of many such items this perverted man secretly stored here at
school, for such times when he needed such instant "assisting" from his
specially picked young female students. In addition to this, Karen also pulled
out a set of hand-cuffs and a ball/lather strap combo, which would be the
perfect choice for sealing in his loud yells in pain or for mercy - ones which
would be completely ignored by this now filled with rage and vengeance crazed
young Amazon woman. "Get ready for the Fuck of your life, you kinky, little
asshole, because Here I Come!"

Then like a wild jungle animal, Karen pounced all over Mr. Summers barely
conscious, only still breathing form, lifting him up off the floor (the very
act of which sending unreal swells of pain throughout what was left of his
body), and slamming him down on and over a nearby students desk. His protests
and physical resistances were all long gone at this point, his only remaining
energies were being spent on keeping him alive, for as long as they possibly
could anyway. The mighty muscled schoolgirl then grabbed both of his already
broken wrists, placing them tight within his erotically designed hand-cuffs,
before placing the rubber ball/leather strap in and around his mouth.

Karen then equipped herself with his own hard and sturdy plastic penis (which
undoubtedly was more of a sexual object then his own cock ever was), and
without any further warning at all ripped his belt and tan slacks to pieces,
giving her the perfect entrance with which to use her newfound sexual
instrument. "Open wide Mr. Summers, because here I come!" she roared out, as
she shoved her unnatural erection deep inside his ass, causing him to lunge
helplessly forward and away from this brutal treatment, which was all for
nothing as he simply mashed his own crumbled form into the desk before him,
causing him unreal agony from all sides of his once powerful, though now
battered and broken body.

Pump!, Pump!, Pump!, went Karens hips into his backside, not even with a hint
of soft sensuality, but with 100% full on power and strength with each and
every thrust. She had no intention of showing this man even an ounce of
pleasure from this act, which was meant solely to wreck up his insides, as
well as give him an emotional taste of what it felt like to have someone force
themselves on you; fucking and raping you for their own sick and twisted
needs, without a single thought about your well-being at all. With one of her
arms wrapped tightly around his waist, using its incredible strength to pull
him deeper into her, which only added to his sexually caused agony. Her other
arm was wrapped around his neck, pulling his head back to her at a very
extreme angle, doing so that the only thing he could see (which was barely,
due to the condition of his mashed up face), was her youthful, very attractive
face, which at one time was of girlish innocence and ......that was now
replaced with animalistic rage and a lust for revenge.

No words could be spoken by Mr. Summers even if he knew what possibly to say,
as his throat was being angled back and away from the rest of his body, his
ribs cracked and shattered were pointing in to his lungs and making even the
slightest breath amazingly trying and nearing the impossible. Still Karen did
not stop or make any attempts to slow herself down. If anything, she seemed to
speed up her devastatingly destructive pace, flinging her powerful hips in and
out like pistons, shoving this foot long dildo she wore deeper and deeper
within his form, mashing up any of his insides that may have escaped such
harsh treatment when her thighs were crushing his torso before.

"Tell me who you want to Fuck now! Come on, I cant hear you, you miserable,
fucking pervert. Tell me how much you want my body, want to feel it all around
you, servicing you, fucking you! Well, do you like it now? Tell Me!!" Karen
yelled out in rage as she continued anally raping this one time sexual abuser,
turning his own erotic tools and deviant equipment against him, handling him
as easily as he surely had handled the many girls before her who couldnt help
but fall into his trap, and become his unwilling Sex Slaves. Thoughts that
filled her fully pumped up and muscle packed physique with so much anger and
hatred towards this man before her, beneath her, that with a final, extremely
savage, fully powered, muscle packed flex, she cracked his body to pieces,
while pulling his neck back to her so hard that it crumbled under this 20 year
olds unstoppable physical power.

Karen gave out a few more pumps and hip thrusts before tossing Mr. Summers
body aside, her own form heaving and pulsating from the amazing amounts of
female muscle that her extremely well built, though usually very concealed,
body contained. Every inch of her frame swelled and expanded with Amazonian
power, as the normally very calm and in control young girl was now fueled by
her latest conquest of a man who deserved the vicious punishment she
administered to him, with no remorse within her mind whatsoever. Her only
regret, now that she was getting a real taste for such Brutal Justice, dished
out in full by her own easily capable and clearly muscular young frame, was
that there wasnt more she could do to him. No more pain could she inflict on
this abusive, lecherous bastard, now that his life (and with it, his treatment
of young college girls) had come to an end. That was until........

"Hey Bill, you hog, I hope youve saved some of her.....for.....me.....???"
came the voice of another man as he burst his way inside this partially
destroyed classroom, freezing himself solid and in mid sentence at what he was
seeing before him.

In the midst of all of the disheveled chairs and toppled over teachers desk
was a female form so utterly perfect in its shape and femininity, covered in
steel hard, rock solid, silky smooth, female muscle, with a face that was as
attractive as nearly any other girl he had seen; and seen a more than few of
them he did, as this man was not only a fellow teacher in this academy, but
also a partner-in-crime to Mr. Summers years long Teachers Assistant scam. A
trap they thought of together some time ago, as a way of creating their own
perks for their positions in this school, by getting their pick of the most
attractive and overall hottest girls in their classes, a practice that he was
also using in his classroom during this time as well.

"What the.....who the Hell are you.....??" the man carefully spoke out, as
this sight was definitely not one he was expecting before entering here.

"Im Karen, Ill be your special assistant tonight, and Im sure I can help you
with all of your needs and desires, just as I did for Mr. Summers here" the
powerful young Amazon girl spoke in a sexually intimidating tone, as she
gestured down to where her former victim lie. This newly entered male so
caught up with this condition of this room and the incredibly
arousing/frightening vision of youthful femininity before him that he failed
to notice his friend and long-time lecherous partner lying on a crumbled,
beaten, bloodied, and clearly lifeless heap at her feet.

Before he could turn towards the door behind him and run with all of his might
away from this freakishly bizarre scene, Karen was on top of him (proving what
she had said earlier, that her speed was almost a rival to her strength),
easily stopping any attempts at his retreat. There she was, holding this
larger, heavier (though much weaker) man within a viciously applied Bearhug,
as she looked up at him and smiled an evil grin into his clearly terrified
face, while encasing him in a wall of Amazonian muscle - getting him ready for
his own trip into a World Of Pain, the last place he would ever visit in his
entire life.

THE END