Revenge is Sweet

Kylie Ireland walks in as the new teacher. Tight skirt. Buttoned blouse. The girls are already talking. She snaps her fingers, points to the front desk. "You. Bend." The student laughs once, then goes quiet when cuffs click around her wrists. Kylie's hands are quick—skirt shoved up, panties yanked down. She works two fingers into the girl's ass right there, slow and deliberate, while the class leans in. They let her finish. Let her think she's won. Then the door locks. Blindfold comes out. The lights go low. Three of them move at once. Ropes bite into Kylie's wrists, her blouse ripped open, big tits spilling free. They bend her over the same desk she used. Fingers slick with lube press between her cheeks, push past the tight ring, knuckle-deep. She gasps, tries to twist, but the straps hold. They take turns. One girl fingers her hard while another works a thick toy against her hole, stretching her open, inch by inch. Kylie moans, voice cracking when the toy finally sinks in. They don't stop. More rope. More pressure. The third girl slides gloved fingers inside her cunt while the toy works deeper in her ass. Electricity hums. A small wand touches skin, sends a sharp jolt through her nipples, then lower, making every muscle jump. Kylie shakes, blindfold damp, legs spread wide. They keep her there. Taking. Filling. The toy pulled out, replaced with three fingers, then four, wrist twisting, pushing further until her ass gives. They fist her slow, deliberate, until she's panting and slick down both thighs. She came for control. They gave her the opposite. And they're not done yet.