1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 8: Mrs. Corra, Progressive Teaching


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    The Devil's Pact Sex Slave Chronicles Copyright 2015 Mrs. Corra: Progressive Teaching Note: Damien, Miss Sullivan's boyfriend, was given his math teacher, Mrs. Corra, to be his sex slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Friday, September 6th, 2013 – Polly Corra – Tacoma, WA “Today's lesson is on Pythagorean theorem,” I announced, writing on the whiteboard with a black, dry erase marker after the bell rang, starting First Period of Washington High School. “Who knows what...” My eyes widened, and I tried to stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. The vibrator in my pussy, held in place by a pair of panties, suddenly hummed on, buzzing at its lowest setting. “...it's...um...used for.” Mr. Damien Fairburn smirked in the back, leaning back in his chair. Miss Missy Sullivan had scooted her desk right next to his, something students weren't supposed to do. But they were my Masters, so I could hardly tell them off. Miss Sullivan leaned over and whispered in Mr. Fairburn's ear. I gasped as the the vibrator clicked to the setting two; a wonderful sensation filled my pussy. The vibrator was enchanted. One of Miss Sam Soun's devilish devices. Mr. Fairburn was attuned to it and controlled the toy with his mind, willing it to vibrate. It was getting hard to focus as my pussy was churned into frothy wonder. I barely noticed Miss Brentwood's hand shot up into the air and waved. She was a prissy, blonde girl wearing a conservative blouse and long, black skirt. “Yes, Miss Brentwood.” ...
    I tried my best to keep my passion out of my voice. “It's used to find solve the lengths of right angle triangles,” she proudly stated. “Yes,” I nodded, turning to right a2+b2=c2 on the whiteboard and drawing a right angle triangle next to it then wrote a, b, and c along the triangle's sides. “Pythagorean theorem states that the hypotenuses of the triangle,” I pointed to the long side labeled c, “length squared is equal to the two right angle sides squared.” I motioned to sides A and B. The vibrator kicked up a notch and I moaned, leaning against the whiteboard. I grit my teeth as I struggled to control myself. Miss Sullivan wickedly giggled in the back. I looked and saw her hand busily moving beneath the desk and a large grin on Mr. Fairburn's face. Then Miss Sullivan pulled out her phone and held it up so they could both look at it. I frowned, then remembered Miss Dawn Cooper, their other sex slave, was streaming some sort of sex show from the boy's restroom. Miss Sullivan was always making Miss Cooper do humiliating things. “Are you okay, Mrs. Corra?” Miss Brentwood asked, concern painting her face. “I'm fine,” I answered, wiping at the sweat bursting out on my brow. My juices soaked through my panties and my tart arousal perfumed the air. A few of the boys were staring avidly at my chest. I had DD breasts, and today I wore no bra. My nipples prominently pressed against the thin, cotton of my blouse. As I moved, my breasts swayed and my nipples rubbed across the fabric, ...
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