Raping Teacher

(Rape, teen, torture, snuff)

John and Craig were both excited about today. It was a Sunday morning in May and 
the sky was cloudless, the sun blazing hot above the green and pleasant 
countryside. John and Craig were best mates and lived in a small village, in the 
North of England. They both attended the same school, one that was situated in 
the nearby town. Previously the pair of teenagers had been obliged to get the 
bus to school but now John was old enough to drive and had received a car for 
his seventeenth birthday a couple of months ago. Both he and Craig liked the 
freedom and independence of the car and would spend a lot of time just driving 
about the countryside.
They were a fairly good looking pair of boys. Seventeen-year-old John was tall, 
slim and had short dark hair and big dark eyes. Craig, who was sixteen, was 
average in height with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had spiky blonde 
hair and piercing blue eyes. Both had been out with a few girls, and fucked a 
few, but had recently began to talk of more darker things. 
"I wonder what it'd be like to rape a woman," John had wondered whilst he and 
Craig had been driving around one day.
"Probably good fun," Craig had laughed, "You wouldn't have to fucking buy her a 
meal before hand."
"Yeah, plus she can't whinge about having a headache!" John had added.
"Why do you ask anyway. You thinkin' of raping someone?"
"Dunno...I was just wondering. I've been reading all those serial-killer books 
that you lent me, they've been giving me ideas."
"Yeah, I love reading about that shit. Ted Bundy raping and killing women and 
stuff, it's fuckin' far out!"
"You think we should try something like that?"
"Rape someone?" Craig quizzed, wondering if his friend was serious.
"Sure," John shrugged, "I think we could get away with it. And it would be a 
great laugh!"
"Yeah...but not if we got caught."
"So we won't get caught! We won't leave a witness, we'd kill the bitch after we 
rape her."
They had both laughed about this and largely forgotten about their chat. It was 
passed off as just an idle bullshitting session between two teenaged boys. 
However, they had shortly talked about it more seriously, both agreeing that 
rape and murder sounded like something worth trying.
Now, this Sunday morning, they were going to try it out...
Miss Johnson was the Physical Education teacher at John and Craig's school, and 
she was the intended victim of the dark desires. There were three reasons she 
had been selected. First off, she was a good looking blonde with a nice figure. 
Secondly she was a complete bitch who shouted at her pupils to run round the 
field faster and showed furious anger at any hint of rebellion, which meant she 
spent a lot of time telling off John and Craig - the most rebellious and 
arrogant teenagers imaginable - humiliating them in front of the class. Thirdly, 
John and Craig knew where she lived. John had spotted her address on some 
document left lying around a staff-office at school. It was a house in a nearby 
village and furthermore, Miss Johnson lived alone.
"Not to far now," John said as he drove his small red car into the village in 
which Miss Johnson lived.
"It's one of these houses along here, along the main road," commented Craig 
sitting in the passenger seat. It was such a sunny day that both boys were hot 
even just wearing jeans and T-shirts and with the car windows rolled down.
"She should be in," John said, "It's a Sunday and the bitch probably doesn't go 
"I fucking hate that bitch," Craig muttered. Both of them recalled the last PE 
lesson, a few days ago, when neither John or Craig had put much effort into the 
pointless run around the school playing-fields. They were both quite fit and 
would be good at PE if they had tried hard, but they couldn't be bothered and 
didn't see the point, so as usual, when they had spent most of the 'run' just 
walking, Miss Johnson had ran over and shouted down at them. "Fucking bitch," 
Craig spat again at the memory of the humilation at the hands of Miss Johnson, 
"It's payback time today anyway."
"Yeah, we'll have our revenge and have some damn good fun too. I'm feeling 
fucking horny."
"Same here. I want to rape her several times before we do her in. Up the arse 
too. She's got a good fucking arse. I wanna plunge my pork-sword up her 
"I'm gonna rape her fuckin' mouth. A cock down her fucking throat is the only 
way to shut her up, I think."
"Yeah! That fucking cunt. She'll be silence forever when we've finished with 
The plan the boys had concocted was to attack Miss Johnson in her home, then 
burn the place down at night once they'd finished with her to remove any 
evidence. If questioned, they would both declare that they had been driving 
around elsewhere in the countryside, as they often did anyway.
"Here we are," John said, spying the small cottage set back from the main road, 
"I'll park the car elsewhere in the village, somewhere tucked away from prying 
eyes. We don't want it sitting outside her house."
"Good idea."
John drove onwards and left the car a mile away, just outside the village, down 
a little track leading into some woods. Then he and Craig got out and trecked 
across the fields, out of sight of the nearby houses, until they came to the 
small fence at the back of Miss Johnson's garden.
"Looks like we can just go through the back," John said. The fence was low 
enough to clamber over, and the two teenagers did so, finding themselves 
standing in the neat back garden of their intended victim. The back door of the 
house was left open and the two boys scampered across the lawn. They slipped 
through the back door and into the kitchen, carefully shutting and locking the 
backdoor before they stood silently, listening out for any noise to figure out 
where in the house Miss Johnson was.
"The living room," whispered John, he and Craig both hearing the sound of the TV 
coming from down the hallway. 
"This will do us," Craig added, taking a twelve-inch carving knife from the 
worktop, "Let's get the fucking whore."
The sneaked down the hallway and then burst into the living room. Miss Johnson 
was doing aerobics in front of the TV. A true-fitness fanatic, the sexy blonde 
was wearing tight lycra shorts and a skimpy top as she stood working out whilst 
an aerobics video was playing on the TV in the corner of the room. She didn't 
notice the two intruders in the doorway as she had her back to them and was busy 
doing squats, her mind focused on working out. Craig and John admired the woman 
they both loathed and lusted after. 
Miss Johnson was the terror of pupils due to her bad temper and the way she 
quickly stamped down on any sign of independent thought or mutiny from her 
pupils. However, many were content to put up with this because the young woman 
was without doubt the hottest teacher in school. Miss Johnson was aged 
twenty-six, five-foot-eight and slim, with short wavy blonde hair and bright 
blue eyes. She had a pretty face, at least when it wasn't contorted with rage 
when she was screaming at some poor boy or girl who had failed to run a 
hundred-metres in under eleven-seconds. Her body was fantastic, as you would 
imagine for a woman who seemingly lived for working out and physical training. 
She was slender, her breasts average in size but evidently shapely and firm. In 
her tight lycra gear, working out in her living room, her gorgeous long legs 
were on display, as was her flat mid-rift. The tight shorts hugged her cute 
round bum.
John and Crag admired their victim for a moment whilst she was ignorant of their 
Then it was time to attack...
"Hey bitch," John said, striding into the living room.
Miss Johnson whirled round, her face full of surprise, then anger.
"What the...!" she began, then was silenced as John punched her hard in the 
face. Miss Johnson fell down flat. Then Craig came up, wielding the deadly, 
foot-long carving knife.
"Don't fuck with us cunt," he spat at the woman.
"John? Craig?" frowned Miss Johnson, trying to comprehend what her two most 
rebellious pupils were doing in her living room, one of them with a knife, "What 
are you...?"
"Shut up," John interrupted, "We don't want to hurt you," he lied, "Just do what 
we say or Craig here will cut your fucking head off!"
"What are you doing in my house?" asked Miss Johnson, getting to her feet, her 
lip bleeding a little from where John had punched her, "You can get into so much 
trouble for this! I'm going to call the pol..."
She was punched a second time, this time by Craig.
"Do you not get it," John spat at the teacher, "Are you fucking stupid? Are you 
fucking deaf? We're not fucking around here, we honestly will slice you up and 
nail you to the fucking wall if you don't shut your mouth!"
"What do you want?" Miss Johnson asked, her voice now more pleading than 
aggressive as she realized how serious these two teenaged intruders were.
"You'll find out," John said, "Take your fucking clothes off."
"Do it!" Craig roared, kicking the terrified blonde woman in the stomach. She 
cried out. Then she got to her feet and meekly began removing her clothes. John 
and Craig grinned as they thought back to all the times this attractive bitch 
had shouted at them, putting them down and declaring them 'pathetic' and 
'hopeless', and now here she was, at their command. Shortly, Miss Johnson was 
naked and the boys admired her beautiful slender body.
"Right, let's tie her up," John said. He took a pair of handcuffs he'd had in 
his jeans pockets and got Miss Johnson to turn round. He cuffed her wrists 
together. "Lie down," he said, shoving Miss Johnson and causing her to stumble 
and fall. She cried out as she hit the floor.
"I can't bear to hear her fucking whining voice anymore," Craig commented, and 
he took some heavy-duty duct-tape that he had bought along, slapping a strip 
over their victim's mouth. Miss Johnson lay naked on her back on the floor, 
hands cuffed behind her, tape over her mouth, terror in her crystal-blue eyes.
"Damn I'm horny!" John laughed, gripping his crotch and feeling his impressive 
hard-on through his jeans.
"Let's get to work," Craig added. He put the knife aside and he and his 
companion began undressing. Shortly, they were both nude, their long, hard cocks 
throbbing with erectness as they contemplated their victim.
"You rape her first," John said to Craig, "I'll watch." He sat on an armchair 
and stroked his prick.
Craig, meanwhile, got down between Miss Johnson's legs, spreading them roughly. 
He admired the teacher's cunt, a neat pink slit, bordered with trimmed blonde 
pubic hair. The woman tried to plead but the duct-tape over her mouth meant she 
could utter little more than muffled moans.
"Oh, shut the fuck up you whining cunt," Craig spat, punching the teacher in the 
stomach. She rolled over, doubled up in pain and Craig had to use his strong 
hands to roll her onto her back. He spread her legs again and lay on top of her, 
guiding his rock hard teen prick into her pussy. "Ah, fucking hell, nice and 
tight," he groaned as he slid all the way into the terrified woman's cunt, "This 
bitch hasn't had a dick in a long while, you can tell. So tight!"
"Fuck her Craig," John urged his friend, "Rape that fucking cunt."
Craig was doing exactly that. He grunted as he slammed his prick repeatedly into 
Miss Johnson's twat, ramming it in hard and looking down at the gagged woman's 
face, tears running out of her horror-filled eyes. Craig thrust and thrust, his 
cock throbbing and already on the verge of unloading his cum. After a few 
moments he let out a long gasp of ecstasy as he began spurting his hot cum into 
the depths of Miss Johnson's womb.
"Holy shit that was good," he spluttered as the last of sperm shot out of his 
young prick.
"My turn," John said, standing up. Craig withdrew his wilting dick out of Miss 
Johnson and staggered to oneside, lighting up a cigarette as he slumped down 
onto the sofa, tired from his orgasm. Meanwhile, John knelt between Miss 
Johnson's thighs and got down, guiding his erection into the woman's slit. He 
drove in with one thrust and began roughly fucking the blonde woman, ramming 
hard and delighting in the way the teacher who used to shout and scream at him 
during PE lessons now lay there, naked and handcuffed, helpless as she was 
subjected to another act of rape. Like Craig, John was no virgin, but he hadn't 
fucked all that many girls and certainly had never had the pleasure of raping a 
woman. He thoroughly enjoyed this activity, grinning as he slammed his prick 
into Miss Johnson whilst she writhed in a futile attempt to get out from under 
her teenaged rapist. 
"Stop squirming you cunt," John spat, slapping the woman. She stopped writhing 
but John found that it had excited him inflicting pain on the woman, so he 
roughly slapped her twice more. She whimpered into her gag and lay still, John 
smiling evilly as he rammed his prick harder and harder into the woman's cunt. 
Soon, his sperm began to rise.
"Here it is Miss Johnson," he grunted, "I'm cumming in your fucking pussy you 
bitch...oh fuck...uuuuh! Yeah, you fucking cunt!" He drove his prick one last 
time into Miss Johnson's tight slit and began shooting hot wads of fuck-sauce 
into her womb where it joined Craig's cum. "Uuuuuh!" John groaned, his climax 
ebbing away. He took a deep breath and got up, his cock leaking cum as it popped 
out of Miss Johnson's messy slit.
"She's some fuck 'aint she?" Craig laughed, "I'm getting hard again already."
"I'll be hard again in a minute too," John said, "Let's have a second round."
"I wanna fuck her arse this time," Craig said, stubbing his cigarette out and 
getting up, stroking his stiffening prick, "I'm going to bugger this fucking 
pretty bitch." He walked over and hauled Miss Johnson roughly onto her feet. The 
teacher suddenly squirmed free of Craig's grip and turned to flee, but John 
stepped in and delivered a powerful punch to the woman's face. She went 
sprawling to the floor.
"Fucking bitch, stop trying to escape from us," John said, stepping forwards and 
stamping on Miss Johnson's stomach. She doubled up, bawling into her gag in pain 
and terror.
"Lemme smash her in," Craig said, jealous of the obvious fun his friend was 
having beating the woman. He slammed his barefoot into Miss Johnson's face a 
couple of times, bloodying her nose, before he knelt down. He gripped her hair 
with his left hand and slammed his right fist repeatedly into her face, cracking 
her nose and sending more blood squirting out her nostrils. John laughed then 
said "Drag her over to the coffee table. We can bend her over it and give her a 
bit of anal lovin'." Craig did so, hauling their victim over and getting her to 
kneel in front of the low oak coffee table. He bent Miss Johnson over it, the 
blonde woman helpless with her hands still cuffed securely behind her back. Her 
beautiful arse was thrust out, the cheeks spread, her tight pink anus winking 
"Mmmm, what an arse," Craig said, stroking his erection, "Lemme wet it a little 
bit so I don't tear her too much." He leaned over and spat a big glob of phlegm 
onto Miss Johnson's anus. He rubbed the spit in with the tip of his forefinger, 
sliding the digit up the woman's arsehole a couple of times. Then he knelt 
directly behind her and nudged Miss Johnson's anus with his cockhead. The woman 
squirmed a bit, clearly horrified at having her tight nether hole raped too. 
"Stop struggling cunt," Craig shouted, bestowing a few hard smacks on Miss 
Johnson's buttocks. She stopped squirming and Craig got back into position. He 
held the base of his hard eight-inch dick and shoved it forwards, roughly 
ramming the head into Miss Johnson's bum. She squirmed, cried into her gag and 
sobbed in pain. The woman's humiliation only turned Craig on more. He gripped 
the woman's shoulders and rammed the whole length of his cock into her arse, 
lodging himself fully in her rectum.
"Is it good?" John asked, standing nearby and watching, wanking off his cock 
which was fully erect.
"It sure is," Craig stammered, thrusting his prick to and fro in Miss Johnson's 
tight shitter, "Oh yeah, it's good! Much tighter than her fucking cunt." He 
settled into a steady pace, pumping his prick in and out of the prone woman's 
rectum, delighting in the way she sobbed in pain and humiliation, bent over and 
being buggered against her will by a teenaged boy in her own living room. John 
knelt and slapped the woman's bloody face a few times. He considered taking her 
gag off so he could fuck her mouth, just as he'd promised too, but he began to 
worry that she might bite him, so he was content just to slap her a few more 
times, roughly pull her hair until she shrieked into her gag, and then 
masturbate in her face, nudging his cockhead against her tear-streaked cheeks. 
All the while, Craig was roughly sodomizing Miss Johnson, hunched over her and 
panting hard as he arse-raped the helpless woman.
"I'm gonna cum," he announced a moment later, "Oh fuck yeah...oh fuck...UUUUUH!" 
He rammed his cock to the hilt in Miss Johnson's tight arse and began pumping 
his hot seed, his cock throbbing as it spewed creamy sperm into the woman's 
rectum. Craig almost fainted with the force of his climax, his body shuddering 
with pleasure as he filled his victim's bowels with the contents of his nuts. 
"Aaah, what a cum," he smirked shortly, tugging his cock out of the woman's 
arse. He moved aside as John eagerly came round to take his turn.
"Yeah, nothing like arse-raping a helpless bitch," John grinned, kneeling behind 
Miss Johnson. Without ceremony he swiftly planted his cock into the woman's 
arse, driving it in hard and making her writhe in pain. "Fucking slut, take it," 
he spat, fucking her hard and fast, "Take my cock in your arse you dirty fucking 
cunt. You bitch! I bet you're sorry you fucking shouted and Craig and me know 
aren't you? Shouting and yelling at us in front of all the other kids, making us 
feel like worthless morons...you fucking cunt! The boots on the other foot now 
isn't it? You cunt! I'm raping your fucking arse, who's sorry now you cunt!" He 
thrust furiously, savouring the obvious pain and humiliation of his victim. Soon 
enough, with a long sigh of ecastasy, John began shooting his hot sticky cum 
into Miss Johnson's rectum. He shafted her arse throughout his climax, ramming 
his cock hard and fast into the woman's shitter whilst firing out his jism. When 
his orgasm was over, John slid his dick out of the teacher's arse and slapped 
her buttocks a few times.
"Phew, I'm spent," he said, sitting back.
"Me too," Craig agreed, "At least for now anyway. Let's relax for a moment then 
we'll rape her again."
"Good idea," John said, "Let's put this bitch to oneside." He got up and he and 
Craig hauled Miss Johnson to her feet. They threw the naked, handcuffed woman 
into the corner of the room where she lay in a curled up heap, sobbing and 
shaking. Then the two teenaged rapists helped themselves to some beer and lit up 
cigarettes, relaxing naked and watching the aerobics video that still ran on the 
TV. The hot women dancing about in leotards on the screen made the boys feel 
horny, and once the tape ended they rewound it and played it again. An hour 
after they had started their break the boys had impressive hard-ons again.
"Time for seconds," Craig said, getting up. He walked over to Miss Johnson and 
hauled her up, dragging her once again towards the centre of the living room. He 
knelt her down in front of the coffee table, bent her over it, and rammed his 
dick up her arse. Miss Johnson gave a muffled squeal of pain as once again she 
was subjected to this indignity. Craig grunted lustilly as he buggered Miss 
Johnson, holding her waist to stop her from squirming away as he slid his long 
erection back and forth in her gripping anus. Her arse was tight and hot, 
probably never penetrated by a cock before, and Craig was really getting off on 
not just sodomizing this bitch but also by the fact that it was non-consensual. 
It turned him on so much to be invading this woman's intimate hole against her 
"This is so fucking cool," he said to John, "We've gotta do this again 
"Damn right," John agreed, "We'll rape our way through all the female teachers 
in school! Heheh! Fucking cunts! I hate teachers. Fucking scum."
"We'll do a fellow-pupil next," Craig said, still buggering the whimpering Miss 
Johnson, "A first-year perhaps. A nice little eleven-year-old!"
Craig continued sodomizing their victim deeply until he ejaculted into the 
depths of Miss Johnson's rectal passage. With a long groan of pleasure he 
spurted his fuck-sauce up Miss Johnson's tight bum before he withdrew. He stood 
and moved to oneside. "I'm spent," he declared, "You have a go John, then we'll 
finish up."
'Finish up' was a euphamism for Miss Johnson's death. The boys had no intention 
of letting this cunt live and furthermore her death would be just as exciting as 
the rape. 
"Get ready Miss," John said as he knelt behind Miss Johnson, "One last time...up 
the arse you fucking slut." He rammed his prick into the woman's arse, shoving 
it in to the hilt and roughly sodomizing her, loving the way she writhed and 
gave muffled moans of pain and terror. He thrust hard, gritting his teeth as he 
bum-fucked the terrified, humiliated young woman. As his orgasm approached he 
had an idea. "Craig, get the knife," he said.
"Okay," Craig said, picking up the razor-edged twelve-inch carving knife he had 
taken from the kitchen.
"Cut her throat," John said, ramming his cock back and forth in Miss Johnson's 
arsehole, "Cut her throat wide open, kill her whilst I'm still buggering the 
Bent over with her hands cuffed behind her back and John's pistoning prick in 
her shit-hole, Miss Johnson attempted to squirm upon hearing this dreadful 
sentence of death imposed upon her, but there was no escape. Craig stepped up, 
leaned down and grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair. He tugged it, yanking her 
head up, her throat exposed. She let out a muffled cry as Craig bought the long 
blade up to her throat. With an elegant sweep, the villanious sixteen-year-old 
drew the blade over Miss Johnson's throat, applying pressure as he swiped it 
along, the blade biting deep and carving open the woman's windpipe and arteries.
"Holy shit," laughed Craig, stepping back as blood exploded forth. He kept grip 
of Miss Johnson's hair so her head was still pulled up, her eyes full of shock 
as arterial blood sprayed hotly from her hacked open neck. 
"Oh yeah, yeah," John grunted, sodomizing the woman, "Fucking hell, what a lot 
of blood...holy shit, you did a good job Craig...fuck, I'm about to 
He drove his prick one last time into Miss Johnson's arse and began emptying his 
nuts. His orgasm was intense, his prick throbbing as it spurted hot cum up the 
woman's rectal passage as she died. Craig let go of their victim's hair and her 
head flopped down, the spray of blood dying down as her heart began to stop 
pumping. Her life was fleeing her in red pumps from her split throat and at the 
exact moment she died, John shot his last pump of sperm into her bowels.
"Holy fuck," Craig was grinning, admiring the blood-dripping knife he held in 
his gory hand, "I almost cut her head right off! I didn't expect to cut that 
deep into her neck. I carved almost to the spine!"
"Yeah, that was brilliant," John said, "Wow! I came in her whilst she fucking 
died. Look at the blood! It's all over the floor and sofa. Shit man!"
"Is she definately dead?" 
"I think so mate!" John laughed, popping his wilting prick from out of their 
victim's arse and standing up, "Phew! What a fucking afternoon!"
Craig gave Miss Johnson an undignified shove with his foot, sending her body 
rolling off the coffee table and onto it's back. Her eyes were open and glazed 
over, totally lifeless. Blood was still leaking out of the terrible wound across 
her throat.
"We'll do a little girl next time," John said, "just like you suggested. A girl 
of eleven or twelve or something. We'll fuck her cunt and arse then hack her to 
bits. We'll swap the next time round - you can fuck her up the arse and I'll cut 
her throat."
"We're gonna have some fine adventures aren't we!"
"Damn right. We've got to ensure we get away with this little act of mischief 
first! Let's clean up here. You better have a wash, you got a lot of blood on 
"Okay dude."
Craig went upstairs and had a quick shower. Soon, he and John were dressed and 
freshened up. They lay Miss Johnson's violated body on the sofa and splashed 
lighter-fuel all over it. After throwing a match onto the body, sending both it 
and the sofa blooming into flames, they hurried out the backdoor, over the fence 
into the fields and on to their car. The whole house was blazing in the distance 
by the time they reached their car and, whilst driving down the winding country 
roads to their home, they passed some fire-engines zooming along in the opposite 
direction, sirens wailing. They knew that investigators would determine that 
Miss Johnson - already a charred corpse being consumed by flames - had been 
murdered rather than died in the fire, but there would be no evidence surviving 
the blaze to link the them to the killing. 
John and Craig grinned to each other, already thinking what mischief they could 
get up to next time!