Rough Sex Defense: Teen vs. Teacher

Bill Indigo had been a private detective for 15 years. He was 45, tall, and a master at getting information. He'd spent his whole career at Jeff Buckley's firm. Bill had probably discredited hundreds of young lying teenaged girls who had falsely accused grown men of rape.

He sat in his Black SUV parked outside Middle Creek High School. Bill was reading over Cindy's file again. Just turned 18 a few days ago. Student at Middle Creek High School. And she had a nice rack. Bill knew that because there were several pictures of Cindy in a bikini in the file. Jeff Buckley, the head of the firm, had found the photos late one night on Cindy's Instagram. The bikini bottoms were tiny and barely covered the girl's shaved cunt. She was advertising herself. Jeff blew his load, screenshotted the photos, then sent them to every male from the office. He also attached the video of little Cindy supposedly getting raped by her teacher. When Bill Indigo got the bikini photos and the video of Cindy getting pummeled, he stroked his fat cock and downloaded everything to his secret external harddrive. His harddrive was getting full from the number of videos he had from clients, but he had just enough space this time.

Bill got out of his car and walked up to the high school. He was dressed in business casual. As he walked onto campus, he was greeted by Principal Lawrence Reid. The two men shook hands.

"We are so glad to have you starting here today, Mr. Indigo," said Principal Reid.

Bill had gotten himself a job as a part-time instructor at the same high school Cindy attended. He wasn't necessarily undercover. The school knew he worked at a law firm and had worked there for 15 years. Principal Reid knew the law firm was prestigious, but hadn't looked into who exactly the firm represented. And Middle Creek didn't get very qualified applicants for teaching positions these days. Bill was hired on the spot because he gave a slick interview and was working at a prestigious firm in town. Jeff Buckley himself had written Bill a recommendation letter.

Principal Reid walked Bill to what would be his shared classroom. He was going to teach a new class called "Law and Morality" for students interested in legal studies. Bill walked into the classroom and met Duke Robbins, the other teacher he would share this classroom with.

"Great to meet you," Duke said, giving a firm handshake and a smile. Principal Reid, Duke, and Bill began talking about their plan for the upcoming academic year. They were giving Bill advice on how to be a successful teacher at Middle Creek.

Eventually a young student walked into the classroom.

"Excuse me, Mr. Robbins?" a sweet voice asked.

All three men looked toward the door. Bill recognized the girl from the case file. It was Cindy. And she was dressed in the tiniest skirt you've ever seen and a flimsy top that let her nipples blatantly poke through.

For a split second, none of the men said anything. Just openly gawked.

"Mr. Robbins?" Cindy asked again, walking into the room. She was the tiniest little high school student. With tits too big for her young body. Just like in the video.

"Yes, sweetie?" Duke said.

"I just wanted to apologize about my late homework. I promise I'll turn it in by the end of today!" The girl was clearly stressed about this.

"Okay, Cindy. But you have to turn it in by the end of the day. Remember what happened the last time you turned something in late?" Duke was smiling but had an edge to his voice. Bill wondered what that was about.

Cindy nodded her head then left the room. They looked at the back of her skirt as she walked away.

"That was Cindy," Principal Reid announced. He had a smirk on his face.

It was one thing to see this girl in pictures and videos but to see her in real life...this girl was incredible. Bill had to adjust himself.

"Is Cindy enrolled in my class?" Bill asked.

"I believe she is," replied Principal Reid.

"She's in my class, too. And she's quite a handful..." said Duke.

Bill knew there was something unspoken in the air. Principal Reid welcomed Bill once again then left the two teachers alone in the classroom.

The rest of the day went by. Bill taught his class and lectured the teenagers on the importance of following the law. But of course his eyes were on Cindy the entire time. She was such a knockout. And it was even better knowing what she'd let adult men do to her. There was this lip gloss she kept applying and rubbing all over her lips. Bringing attention to that young mouth.

After the class was over, Cindy was the last to leave. She smiled at Bill, then went out into the hallway. Brent Howard, the English teacher accused of raping little Cindy, happened to pass the girl by in the hallway. As Bill watched the two of them, he saw Brent blatantly grope the girl. He grabbed her ass firmly and then whispered something inaudible in her ear. Cindy looked uncomfortable and quickly walked away from him. She had a scared look on her face. But Brent was all smiles. He turned to look at Bill then approached the classroom.

"Good to see you, Bill," Brent said. The two men shook hands. Brent was totally aware that Bill was a private detective working for Jeff Buckley and that he was here to collect information to discredit little Cindy.

"How are you, Mr. Howard?"

The two chatted, but neither one brought up Cindy. Duke joined them in the classroom, apparently back from doing a "one-on-one study" with a female student who was new to the school. And Duke had the fun idea to take both Brent and Bill out for beers to celebrate Bill's first day. Duke drove all three of them to a local bar called Black Anchor. They grabbed a table and got a tab going.

Bill started out with small talk because he wanted to get to know Duke better. And he wanted to understand what that innuendo had been about with Cindy. Bill made sure to keep the drinks coming for the table. But he'd barely had a sip of his first beer. While Mr. Howard was in on it with Bill, Duke seemed unaware of the sexual relationship between Mr. Howard and Cindy or the potential rape claims. Still, Bill wanted to learn as much as he could about this girl. Who were these other high school teachers she was giving it up for? Bill steered the conversation toward Cindy.

"That girl Cindy was in my class today," Bill said boldly. "What a knockout." He took a sip of his beer.

"Back in my day, a girl like that..." Mr. Howard trailed off.

"It used to be that a girl couldn't dress like that without facing consequences," Bill said.

"She's asking for it." Mr. Howard said casually. Clearly, the two of them were trying to get Duke to say something about Cindy. They felt more comfortable now after a couple drinks.

"In all my years of teaching high school," Duke said, "I've never had such a whore jailbait student."

"It goes beyond jailbait, man. It's rape-bait. The way she acts...she wants something to happen," Mr. Howard said, shaking his head.

"She's openly free use for adult men..." Duke was slurring his words a bit. He was clearly drunk.

"Have you ever used her?" Bill asked Duke directly, then laughed to soften the question. "I mean I wouldn't be surprised if a girl like that...sucked cock for good grades."

Duke was on his phone and didn't seem focused on the conversation. Bill thought perhaps he'd been too direct. Then Duke showed his phone to the other high school teachers. He was showing a photo taken on his cellphone of a young girl with cum on her face. It was Cindy. She was shirtless too. And the photo had been taken pretty close up. The girl was on her knees and whoever took the photo must've been standing over her as he ejaculated. Duke swiped to the next photo. It showed little Cindy in the exact same pose as before, but this time there was a fat erect penis resting on her face. There was cum stuck on her eyelashes.

"Can you send these to me?" Bill asked immediately. More photos for Cindy's file and his private hard drive. And it was more proof that she was a whore.

"Sure, man." Duke said. "Listen, Bill. I know you're new to Mountain Middle Creek, but the faculty here are like a brotherhood. We understand that working at a high school has its perks and that men have certain needs. With a girl like Cindy, you're allowed to take liberties with her. Frankly, she's a skank who has it coming. I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Howard here has used her throat a time or two. All the rumors are true. She prostitutes herself for good grades."

"Honestly I'm not surprised. But how does a girl her age get started sucking cock?" Asked Bill.

"Daddy issues," replied Duke,

"I thought she was raised by a single mom?"

"Yeah but her father, Tom, used to be in her life. I know him. Cindy is a whore through and through. She and her dad had a special relationship. She came on to him. And she was the kind of daughter that was always being sexual or doing things she shouldn't be doing with her father. He pretty much trained her. But it was her fault really. She was that one kind of girl who had a fascination with her father's penis that never went away. Always coming onto him. But he'd always been shy about actually taking her virginity and breaking her hymen. Anyway, she falsely accused him of rape a while ago and he split town. She later retracted her accusation, but Tom never came back."

"It's become a trend these days, false rape accusations. Young high school girls in particular just make shit up," said Mr. Howard.

"Yeah I think the psychology behind that is pretty simple," said Duke. "Pretty much all high school girls fantasize about rape and being taken hard by older men. It's natural. Really young girls are the most fertile female age group, and grown adult men are powerful and can provide. Throughout most of history adult men have taken very young brides. Back in the day when a girl became fertile, her father would choose a friend, business partner, or powerful male who needed heirs to marry her. The concept of rape didn't exist, someone just made it up one day. The husband had property rights to his very young bride's pussy and would use it as he pleased. In some places, prominent men in the community would be in the room during the girl's wedding night. A very young girl getting her hymen destroyed was an important cultural event and it was important for adult male family members and friends to watch it happen in real time. Sometimes, if the girl's husband allowed it, these other adult men would take turns on her as well. And it was always rough. These days they'd call it rape, and in some cases gang-rape."

"That's very true," said Mr. Howard. "Honestly we should be teaching this at Middle Creek. These girls should know that at any other point in history they'd likely be gangraped by men 20 years older."

"Yeah there's a new legal doctrine that's growing in popularity in some states. Free use doctrine, have either of you heard of it?" Bill asked.

"No, what is it?"

"Well my firm does some defense cases involving sexual assault. My boss, Jeff Buckley, is kind of a pioneer on the subject. The idea is that rape statutes are too rigid. The concept of rape is relative. So in some states, and perhaps in this state some day soon, if the defendant can prove and establish that the victim was free use it acts as an affirmative defense to charges of rape. The first element of a free use claim is age. Younger girls are less educated on the subject of sex and so are more prone to mistaking consensual sex for rape. It is also well known that younger girls tend to invite a lot of attention from adult men. They purposely dress in a certain way to attract attention. The idea is that it's overly punitive to punish an adult male for acting on temptation. So the accuser must have been 19 or younger at the time of the incident. The second element is sort of a promiscuity threshold. How many men has the girl slept with? Does she even know the number? What ages were the men she slept with? Was it older men? Did she do it in exchange for something?"

"Interesting, I've never heard of that," said Duke. "We need something like that. Seems like most accusations come from lying little teenage sluts these days. If she's openly a whore, it makes sense she would basically be designated free use. Could also be good for getting the birth rate up. But that's just a bonus."

One weekend during the school year, Bill Indigo became aware that Cindy and her family were going out of town for the weekend to visit relatives. He and Jeff Buckley devised a plan. Buckley drove the massive black luxury SUV and Indigo was the one who was actually going to enter the home and gather intel on Cindy. In the car, Buckley and his firm had acquired Israeli intelligence technology that could disrupt the feed of security cameras and the like so Indigo could roam the house freely without worry. Buckley would be a sort of lookout in case someone came to the house unexpectedly. They were able to communicate through bluetooth headsets. So on that first night the family was gone, Buckley drove Indigo to the house in that black SUV.

Of course, Indigo had staked out the house to understand its layout for days before the family departed. He knew exactly how to get inside the house, and more importantly, he knew exactly where Cindy's room was. He got out of the car wearing his headset and an all-black outfit. He slipped through a backdoor that he knew would be unlocked, and snuck quietly through the house and upstairs. He found Cindy's room. It was very girly with stuffed animals and pink accessories. Of course, he'd seen her room in the video but it was different seeing it in person. It looked like a little girl's room -- you could tell her mother was trying to keep her locked up in childhood chastity. Sunk-cost fallacy, he guessed.

"Bill, what do you see?" Buckley asked through his headset.

"Uh, pink shit and stuffed animals."

"Does she have a computer?"

Indigo looked around and saw a computer on the girl's desk. But he also saw a flash of red on the ground by the desk. It was a pair of small red panties. Cindy must have been in a hurry while changing and just dropped her used panties on the floor.

Indigo picked them up and had a sniff. To his surprise, they were damp with girl juices in just the right spot.

"Indigo? Do you see a computer? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah I see it. One second."

Indigo adjusted his groin and shoved the panties in his pocket. He opened her computer. Stupid bitch didn't even have a password. When the screen turned on Indigo was confused about what he was looking at. Some girl's massive tits were on the screen, but he couldn't see her face. And then he realized he was logged into some kind of Onlyfans knockoff site. He was logged into someone's account:

"Lolitaxoxo."

Indigo started scrolling trying to make sense of it. He pulled out his phone and started recording.

"What do you see?" Asked Buckley, impatiently. He was starting to think all of this was a stupid idea.

"Holy shit this is a gold mine," Indigo said. Buckley could hear the shock in his voice.

"What is it?"

"She's a fucking camgirl! I'm logged into some porn site and I guess logged into her account. There are videos. Maybe 25 videos she posted. Tits out, playing with her nipples. But you can't see her face on any of them."

"Get your phone out and start recording everything!"

"Already on it." Indigo was scrolling Cindy's page with a blatant erection. Video after video of mostly the same thing. These were obviously for paid subscribers. Some of them were personalized and sometimes she read from a script sent to her by the horny adult male paying for her time.

"Get me pregnant, daddy."

"I deserve it, daddy."

"You're my king."

Buckley could hear some of this through his headset. His cock twitched in his slacks.

"That fucking whore!" Buckley yelled out. "Now we've got her nailed. No judge, jury, or even prosecutor is going to believe a word she says. How did we not find this before?"

"You're right, we should've found this earlier. She's going by an alias called Lolitaxoxo and has 200 paid subscribers. $11.99 to see this slut. I'm realizing that all of these videos look the same because she's doing them all in her bathroom."

"Bet her mom doesn't have cameras in the bathroom," Buckley said. "That's why."

A few weeks later, Principal Reid was in the old library at the school. The old library was off limits to students because it wasn't structurally sound. A new library had been built on the other side of the school the year before. The school still hadn't demolished the old library, partly because they ran out of funds for the year. Principal Reid was looking for older tax documents he thought might be in the librarian office in the old library. But oddly, when Principal Reid walked into the old library some of the lights were already on. But he knew no one else had permission to enter the library recently. Principal Reid continued toward the back of the library where the librarian office was. But then he heard something. It sounded like moaning. And it was coming from the librarian's office.

"You asked for it, bitch!" The principal recognized the voice immediately. It was Mr. Connors the math teacher.

"Everyone knows you're a whore!" A loud smack rang out.

There was a series of loud sounds. It sounded like things were falling on the floor or getting knocked down. Principal Reid wasn't stupid. He suspected it was little Cindy in there getting tossed around by Mr. Connors. He had heard the rumors about the girl. That she was into older men. That she did certain favors for good grades. Principal Reid knew Tom, Cindy's father. He knew all about how Cindy had crossed the line with her father, playing with his penis when her mother wasn't home, kissing him on the lips. It wasn't exactly a secret that Cindy was a massive whore, but Principal Reid had never caught the girl in the act.

"So fucking young to be such a slut!"

Principal Reid quietly walked up to the door and peaked through the small gap between the door and the door frame. He could see little Cindy bent over the side of an old desk. Her tits were exposed and she was completely naked. Mr. Connors the math teacher was holding Cindy down roughly with one hand and gripping her hair firmly with the other. His pants were dropped to his ankles and his shirt was completely unbuttoned revealing a strong hairy chest. He was balls deep inside of Cindy. Her panties, skirt, and tube top were in a pile on the floor. Mr. Connors was taking the girl hard, almost like he was punishing her.

"I graded your test. You failed you stupid fucking slut." Mr. Connors forced the girls head down harder into the old desk and continued pounding her.

Principal Reid pulled out his phone and started recording through the gap in the door. He zoomed in so he could get a good shot. He couldn't believe he caught Cindy and was able to get this on camera. He quietly unzipped his pants and started jacking his thick cock with his other hand.

"Don't worry, baby." Mr. Connors slammed into the girl so hard she knocked down a lamp as her arms flailed around. "As soon as you let me cum in your forbidden little cunt I'll let you pass my class." He was basically hatefucking her.

"I want you to stop!" Cindy said, but was moaning while she said it.

"Well that's not going to happen right now." Mr. Connors said aggressively. "I've heard the rumors. Take it for me like you took it for your dad you slut."

Mr. Connors had his hand roughly around the girls neck and was holding her down as she tried to get up.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I'm about to cum in your pussy."

"Don't do it inside!"

"Let me do it or I'll fail you."

Cindy didn't say anything. She just let it happen.

Principal Reid jacked his hard cock. He was still recording. He wanted to see this girl get filled with cum.