Marcus pulled away from John with a curt nod, his softening cock slipping free as he straightened his clothes without another word, the brief warmth in his eyes already shuttered behind that familiar cold mask. He left the young pastor standing there amid the lingering scent of sex and walked out into the night, his steps deliberate as he tracked Elena's path to the convent. By the time he found her emerging from Marti's quarters at dawn's edge, her body still flushed and marked from the nun's devotions, Marcus had already decided how the night ahead would unfold. Elena froze at the sight of him, but her paid arrangement from two nights prior hung between them like an unspoken contract, her whispered "yes" for rough fucking still binding, and she didn't resist when he gripped her arm and led her back toward the empty school building.

Inside the dimly lit classroom, Marcus shoved her against a desk without preamble, yanking her skirt up and spreading her legs wide as he freed his thickening cock, the head already slick with precum as he rubbed it along her slick folds. "This is what you bought, teacher," he muttered, voice flat and detached even as he thrust into her pussy in one deep stroke, stretching her walls with brutal force, the wet squelch filling the room as her juices coated his shaft and balls. He fucked her hard and steady, hips slamming against her ass with each pounding thrust that bottomed out against her cervix, her tits bouncing free from her blouse as he reached around to pinch her nipples roughly, but his eyes remained empty, watching her moans with clinical interest rather than passion. Elena gasped and pushed back against him, her cunt clenching around his girth, yet even in the haze of sensation she noticed the open bag on a nearby desk belonging to one of the other students—a razor blade glinting inside amid scattered papers, its edge too deliberately placed to be accidental.

Marcus flipped her onto her back without breaking rhythm, lifting her legs over his shoulders to drive deeper into her dripping cunt, the slap of skin on skin echoing as he ground his pubic bone against her swollen clit. "Tell me about your violent little fantasies," he demanded in that same emotionless tone, his cock pulsing inside her as he pounded relentlessly, sweat beading on his brow while she cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure. Other students began filtering in early for the next session, their faces blank and affectless as they described their own fantasies in flat voices—one spoke of slicing skin in precise patterns without a flicker of emotion, another recounted dreams of breaking bones while staring at Elena's exposed body with dull eyes. The psychopathic detachment in their words mirrored Marcus's own as he pulled out of her pussy only to slam back into her ass, stretching the tight ring with his thick dick, the raw burn making her scream while cum from earlier leaks trickled down her thighs.

He kept her there through the long night, fucking her in every position across the desks and floor, his cock never softening for long as he alternated between her ass and cunt, filling both holes with load after load of hot cum that overflowed and pooled beneath them. Elena's body responded with endless gushes of wetness, her clit throbbing under his relentless fingers even as the horror of the students' detached violence lingered in the air, their flat voices describing mutilations and cruelty without pause. Marcus showed no warmth, no connection, just mechanical intensity as he used her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise while he whispered crude commands like "Take every inch, you paid whore," the contrast between his polite exterior and this cold rutting revealing the void beneath. The razor blade caught the light again as dawn approached, and Elena's mind raced with patterns of danger even as her pussy spasmed around yet another deep thrust.

By the time the sun rose fully, Marcus had secured another night of her body, his final load pumped deep into her spasming cunt as he withdrew with that same empty smile, leaving her trembling and marked while the other students filed out with their happy, delighted expressions. The encounter had exposed his detachment more clearly than ever, the paid rough fucking fulfilled in exhaustive, visceral detail, yet the blade in the bag and the flat voices promised far darker threats ahead.

Marcus pulled away from John with a curt nod, his softening cock slipping free as he straightened his clothes without another word, the brief warmth in his eyes already shuttered behind that familiar cold mask. He left the young pastor standing there amid the lingering scent of sex and walked out into the night, his steps deliberate as he tracked Elena's path to the convent. By the time he found her emerging from Marti's quarters at dawn's edge, her body still flushed and marked from the nun's devotions, Marcus had already decided how the night ahead would unfold. Elena froze at the sight of him, but her paid arrangement from two nights prior hung between them like an unspoken contract, her whispered "yes" for rough fucking still binding, and she didn't resist when he gripped her arm and led her back toward the empty school building.

Inside the dimly lit classroom, Marcus shoved her against a desk without preamble, yanking her skirt up and spreading her legs wide as he freed his thickening cock, the head already slick with precum as he rubbed it along her slick folds. "This is what you bought, teacher," he muttered, voice flat and detached even as he thrust into her pussy in one deep stroke, stretching her walls with brutal force, the wet squelch filling the room as her juices coated his shaft and balls. He fucked her hard and steady, hips slamming against her ass with each pounding thrust that bottomed out against her cervix, her tits bouncing free from her blouse as he reached around to pinch her nipples roughly, but his eyes remained empty, watching her moans with clinical interest rather than passion. Elena gasped and pushed back against him, her cunt clenching around his girth, yet even in the haze of sensation she noticed the open bag on a nearby desk belonging to one of the other students—a razor blade glinting inside amid scattered papers, its edge too deliberately placed to be accidental.

Marcus flipped her onto her back without breaking rhythm, lifting her legs over his shoulders to drive deeper into her dripping cunt, the slap of skin on skin echoing as he ground his pubic bone against her swollen clit. "Tell me about your violent little fantasies," he demanded in that same emotionless tone, his cock pulsing inside her as he pounded relentlessly, sweat beading on his brow while she cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure. Other students began filtering in early for the next session, their faces blank and affectless as they described their own fantasies in flat voices—one spoke of slicing skin in precise patterns without a flicker of emotion, another recounted dreams of breaking bones while staring at Elena's exposed body with dull eyes. The psychopathic detachment in their words mirrored Marcus's own as he pulled out of her pussy only to slam back into her ass, stretching the tight ring with his thick dick, the raw burn making her scream while cum from earlier leaks trickled down her thighs.

He kept her there through the long night, fucking her in every position across the desks and floor, his cock never softening for long as he alternated between her ass and cunt, filling both holes with load after load of hot cum that overflowed and pooled beneath them. Elena's body responded with endless gushes of wetness, her clit throbbing under his relentless fingers even as the horror of the students' detached violence lingered in the air, their flat voices describing mutilations and cruelty without pause. Marcus showed no warmth, no connection, just mechanical intensity as he used her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise while he whispered crude commands like "Take every inch, you paid whore," the contrast between his polite exterior and this cold rutting revealing the void beneath. The razor blade caught the light again as dawn approached, and Elena's mind raced with patterns of danger even as her pussy spasmed around yet another deep thrust.

By the time the sun rose fully, Marcus had secured another night of her body, his final load pumped deep into her spasming cunt as he withdrew with that same empty smile, leaving her trembling and marked while the other students filed out with their unchanging expressions. The encounter had exposed his detachment more clearly than ever, the paid rough fucking fulfilled in exhaustive, visceral detail, yet the blade in the bag and the flat voices promised far darker threats ahead.

Marcus turned on his heel without a backward glance, his spent cock tucked away and that empty polite smile fixed in place as he strode toward the classroom door, leaving Elena sprawled across the desk with cum leaking from both her stretched holes. The door had barely swung shut behind him when the man she had paid two nights ago stepped inside, his tall frame filling the threshold, eyes locking onto her exposed body with a hunger that promised no detachment. He crossed the room in three strides, shoving her thighs apart wider as he freed his already rigid cock, the thick veined length slapping against her cum-smeared pussy lips before he gripped her hips and drove straight into her dripping cunt in one savage thrust, burying every inch deep enough to punch against her cervix and force a guttural moan from her throat. "This is the fucking you paid for," he growled, voice low and rough as he pulled back only to slam home again, the wet squelch of her juices and his predecessor's loads coating his balls with each brutal pump, her walls clenching greedily around the girth that stretched her to her limit.

He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, yanking her ass up and spreading her cheeks to spit on the puckered hole before pressing his cockhead against it, forcing the tight ring open with steady pressure until he sank balls-deep into her ass, the burn radiating through her as he began pounding with relentless force. Each thrust dragged along her inner walls, his heavy balls slapping against her swollen cunt lips while fresh arousal gushed around the base of his dick, mixing with the leaking cum that trickled down her thighs in sticky rivulets. Elena's tits dragged across the desk with every impact, nipples scraping raw as she pushed back to meet him, her moans echoing off the walls while the other students watched from their seats with those same blank expressions, one describing in a monotone voice how he would carve precise lines into living flesh without any inflection, another detailing the sound of snapping bones as if reciting a grocery list, their flat affect underscoring the void that mirrored Marcus's earlier emptiness even as her body betrayed her with another spasm of wetness.

The razor blade still glinted in the open bag nearby, catching the light as the paid man withdrew from her ass and flipped her again, hooking her legs over his shoulders to plunge back into her sopping pussy with punishing depth, his pubic bone grinding her throbbing clit on every downstroke. He leaned in close, whispering crude commands like "Take this cock you bought, let it ruin that married cunt" while his hands pinned her wrists above her head, the rhythm building slower and more deliberate now, each withdrawal leaving her empty and aching before the next thrust stretched her anew, her inner muscles fluttering and sucking at him as sweat beaded on her skin and her nipples hardened into aching peaks. The students continued their detached recitations of violent fantasies around them, voices devoid of emotion as they stared at the way his thick dick disappeared into her again and again, the obscene slap of flesh punctuating their words and heightening the psychopathic chill in the room.

He pulled out abruptly only to thrust back into her ass, alternating holes with mechanical precision that kept her on the edge, his cock slick with her mixed fluids as he pounded deeper, the fullness overwhelming her senses while her clit throbbed untouched until he reached down to circle it with rough fingers. Her screams mingled with the wet sounds of penetration, juices squirting around his shaft with each forceful drive, and still the students droned on in flat tones about mutilation and cruelty, their eyes empty as they observed her body used exactly as paid for. The man she had hired showed none of Marcus's calculated charm, just raw mechanical fucking that fulfilled every arrangement, his balls tightening as he neared release but holding back to prolong the brutal rhythm across her ass and pussy until dawn threatened again.

By the time he finally buried himself to the hilt in her spasming cunt and unloaded thick ropes of hot cum deep inside, flooding her walls until it overflowed in heavy drips onto the floor, Elena lay trembling and sated in the way she had craved, the razor blade's presence and the students' emotionless voices lingering as fresh warnings. He withdrew with a final grind against her clit, leaving her marked and leaking as he zipped up without a word, the encounter revealing the same detached void beneath the transaction while promising the darker threats ahead would not wait long.