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Fair warning (TW), this story contains topics like rape. Content warning, this material is detailed with sexual and kinky material. Don't read if you can't handle kinks like castration, penectomy, and watersports.

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"I'm gonna kill him!" Jean blurts.

"Shhhh!" Shannon hisses, pulling Jean's head down next to hers. "It's true though. He fucked at least three other graduates before they left. Janet told me everything. Apparently, he seduced her in the girl's locker room, then fucked her on the bench."

"That's disgusting! He's a teacher who inherently has powers over kids. Twisting that to fuck them is just... UGH!"

"SHHH!!" Shannon squeaks, her rat tail sticking out straight in alert.

"Hey girls." Sam says approaching the table with her café tray full of today's lunch, smiley fries and cheese sticks. Shannon and Jean sit up straight. "Whatcha talking about?"

"Mr. Smith." Jean growls, her canines exposed in anger.

"SHHHHH!" Shannon says, wishing she didn't bring it up.

"Oooooo," Sam says, slithering into her chair with interest. "What about him? He is such a hunk. Those bold muscles, massive rolling hips. I tell ya, if I got that stallion near me I might just pop." Her little puffy white tail wiggles with excitement, and she feels herself dampening with interest.

Shannon blanches, then covers her mouth. "You, a bunny, and him, a steed? You would get torn in two."

Sam giggles and picks up a cheese stick, licking it suggestively.

"I can take it," she mutters, taking in the tip of the stick. "Besides, I'm 18 now and can choose who I want to fuck."

"He's a rapist, Sam." Jean says sadly. "He has taken advantage of kids going through his classes." To Jean's dismay, she watched Sam lick her lips.

"What if," Sam whispers leaning in, "They wanted it?"

Jean shoves Sam aside, easily shoving the bunny far with her wolfish strength. "Well, I say we cut him like the cats in biology. Teach him a permanent lesson."

The three girls look at each other in turn. "Okay..." Shannon says slowly. "He is a really big man. How do you think we should get him at a disadvantage?"

Shannon and Jean quietly look at Sam who wears a wide grin.

"We catch him at a disadvantage." Sam mutters.

Sam is a stout rabbit with snow white fur and black polka dots on her back. She comes in at 4 foot 9, being slightly below average at her school. Today she chooses to come into school naked. Most students choose to wear clothing, but there is no reason why she cannot go in nude. Her body is slender, floofing with a thin layer of white fur over her narrow arms, stomach, and legs. The attention that she gets walking in through the front door makes her smile. Many eyes turn her way as everyone goes quiet. She feels some of the larger preds' eyes looking up and down her slender form, pausing for a long moment to the deep slit of her labia between her legs. They are not quite big enough to cover the long inner lips that flap down between her larger lips.

"Excuse me, Ms. Rabbit." A teacher says stepping forward. Sam regards Principal Leaf for a moment with a nod.

"What a delightful morning this is, Principal Leaf, isn't it? Is something wrong?" Sam says merrily.

"Uh, well." Principal Leaf's posture becomes defensive. "No, but."

"Wonderful!" Sam says with a skip in her step, walking away. She knew that if she had eyes in the back of her head, Principal Leaf's eyes would be lingering on her well rounded ass bouncing with her feminine charm.

The small bunny walks between groups of students in order to make it to the other end of the High School lobby. Standing tall with his arms crossed in front of the main hall into the class rooms, Mr. Smith stands guard waiting for the morning bell. Almost by instinct, his eyes found her almost immediately as she stepped out of the crowd.

"Ms. Hops." He says as she approaches.

The large equine wears a coat of thick black hair. His body is completely nude except a grey suit vest over his chest. Sam makes it obvious that she eyes his well endowed crotch for a long moment. His dangling balls are the size of a pair of grape fruits, and his sheath looks like it could easily fit her entire leg.

"Are you prepared for your Social Studies test? I hear Mrs. James is making it difficult for your class." Mr. Smith says, sounding as normal as ever.

Sam frowns and steps a few steps closer, getting within her arm's reach, about two feet away. Her head is face level with his crotch. With a quick inhalation, she can smell a warm musk emitting from his crotch. Her fur stands up a little as she feels a need growing in her stomach.

"Ehhh emm." He coughs, stepping back. "Is everything okay, Miss Hops?"

"Uh.." Sam says quietly. "Fine, I just..."

Mr. Smith smiles and holds up a hand to cut her off. "Don't worry, I understand."

He lowers his voice so only they can hear. "New feelings?" He asks, looking up and down her form.

Sam licks her lips a bit, wondering if he thinks she's a freshman or something. Of course she has had these feeling before.

"Yeah." Sam says innocently, looking away.

Mr. Smith places his hand to her shoulder and turns her to him. "Listen, no need to hide it with me. I can be trusted. But, heh, I'm afraid I have never had a bunny come on to me before."

Sam grins. "Is that a challenge?" She asks, taking a step closer.

"Well, no, but someone your size can get injured by..."

"Bunnies like myself are prepared for men your size. It takes a high level of training, but I could take three of my brother's fists."

Mr. Smith's eyes widen with surprise. "Uh..." He mutters, processing.

"That's right," Sam continues. "Every other night for the last month, my brothers have handed me some really good times. Nothing incestual, I assure you, so their dicks don't go in me, but they usually make a mess on my chest."

"F-fists?" Mr. Smith asks, still surprised.

"Of course!" Sam says, "They lay me down, legs spread, spread my lips, spit on their fingers, then work their hand inside me." She shivers and rubs her legs together. "One fist slips in like nothing now. My natural gape allows for more than that. Wanna see?" She asks, swinging her backpack off.

"N-No!" Mr. Smith says, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Not here, not now. Uh..." He gulps and looks up and around. "Oh, haha, Shannon, Jean, hello." He smiles to Shannon the fox and Jean the wolf as they step up beside Sam.

"Jean, are you ready for today's English exam? Make sure you have a good understanding of colons." Mr. Smith says, recollecting himself.

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Smith, I know exactly how to use colons." Jean says, showing her sharp teeth. Mr. Smith narrows his eyes at her, then looks down at Shannon who is half the height of Sam.

"Hi. Mr. Smith." She says with a knowing smile. He nods to Sam and smiles. "The bell should go off any..."

Riiinnnnggggg.

Mr. Smith smiles and stands up. Turning to Sam, he says. "My team has swimming lessons this evening, Miss Hops. If you would like to talk to me privately, meet me in the locker rooms at 6."

Sam smiles and nods, her stumpy rabbit tail shaking with excitement. "Yes, Sir." She mutters, holding her book bag to her chest.

Mr. Smith walks off and the two other girls quickly move in on her.

"Holy shit, you did it?!" Jean asks, looking surprised. "You have never even been a student under him."

"What can I say?" Sam says, her hand lowering to her crotch, her finger slipping in between her moist lips and rubbing her little clit tenderly. She shivers. "I'm irresistible."

Shannon raises an eyebrow to her friend, watching her exploring with her finger and shivering. "You almost make me want to try women." She says shaking her head. "Oh, well. Time for first class!"

The three girls' part, heading their different ways.

...

Sam imagines herself laying on her soft bed at home, her two brothers naked and hard around her.

"You sure about this, little sis?" the bigger of the two, John, asks, both of them slicking their hands from a bottle of lotion to their left and their leaking precummy erections under them.

"Mmm, yes. I want to be able to take predators." Sam mutters, spreading her legs for her brothers. They have always teased her about doing perverted stuff, but now that she sits there with her legs spread to the first guys in her life, they sit there awe-struck. Their dicks stick out hard, mouths open, and eyes staring at her smooth spread lips. Her throbbing clit sticks out over two long lips that stick out between her labia. Her younger brother, Jim, leans in close to her crotch, inhaling deeply. He moves in, touching her plump furry lips.

Sam shivers, a burst of pleasure spiking through her. Jim hesitates to her motion, then uses his thumb to rub her clit. "Mmmm..." She moans.

John follows suit, taking his small, slick fingers and pressing them in the hole right above her butt hole. Sam shivers, a small burst of discomfort making her crotch ache as her vagina is played with for the first time. "O-oh..." Sam mutters, clenching.

"Relax," John warns, his index finger slipping into her hole. As it made it past her breaking cherry, she visibly relaxed. "Gooood girl. If you're as easy as Luna, this will be heavenly." He says, referencing his current girlfriend.

John slips another finger into her soaked vagina, feeling the hot warmth clench around his fingers. She squeaks as she bends his fingers up to her clit, rubbing a g-spot. She arches her back, especially as Jim rubs her clit faster.

In a wave of orgasm, her body convulses and pleasure waves through her.

"Ugh!!" The boy blurts, pulling back as she squirts over the two of them.

She arches her back in a deep moan, humping the air. Thankfully, John never left her, so she just rides his fingers more aggressively. Moments later, John takes advantage of the new wetness and slips another finger in. She feels her body disagreeing with the size of his fingers, but she knew she wanted to take all of him... John thrusts his finger, hard...

"MMmmmmm!" Sam moans, her hips rocking and muscles contracting. She cums again.

"Miss Hops!" Mrs. Murphy blurts from the front of the classroom. Sam opens her eyes and looks out to the class that all looks back at her. Sam feels her own fingers caressing her own clit, and fingers swimming inside of her vagina... which the class can also see under her desk. She gulps. "We were all aware of the sexual needs of rabbits, but this is just inappropriate."

Sam gulps, pulling her fingers out of her vagina with a slick pop. Another student to he left audibly moans. A few eyes move from her, so she closes her legs and smiles sweetly.

"Sorry Mrs. Murphy, your voice is just so tantalizing."

The class chuckles quietly, turning back to the teacher.

"Please do your best to control your... urges." Mrs. Murphy says, turning back to the white board.

"Damn..." Sam whispers, turning to the clock. It's only 9 o'clock..."

...

Jean sits in front of the putrid dead feline on the table in front of her. Its stench is of formaldehyde, a preservative to keep the body from decaying further. "Now class, we will be learning of the male genital antinomy. I know you have heard all about this class, but it was bound to happen. This class will happen in two phases. First, you will castrate your cats, then you will castrate your prisoner." Jean looks over to a young wolf covered in tattoos. He snarls in a metal vice chair, sitting chained to the metal posts and legs forced spread eagle by the position.

Jean looks over to the wolf that eyes her back. Under different circumstances, Jean might have gone down with a guy like him, but he was a rapist. She has no remorse for rapists. They all deserved the worst. She flashes her canines at him, anger burning in her eyes. This man will feel what's coming.

The cat in front of her died via car. It looks like the front half of its body was run over. The collectors did their best to hide the damage, but they apparently decided to keep the corpse whole for this class. The bits were intact, so the body can still serve a purpose.

She pulls the cat's legs up with the exacto, then eyes the small furry sack. "Fuck it." It is so small and helpless - difficult to grab or man handle. She want's a real experience without this busy work.

Jean turns to the prisoner. As she approaches him, the man starts to thrash in his metal bindings. She roughly grabs his exposed nuts and uses them to pull the man to her. Face to face, she growls. "You will take this like a man, or I lop off that dick too." She snarls, claws pressing into the neck of the man's sensitive balls.

He shakes his head aggressively side to side.

"You want to lose your dick too?" She asks raising the exacto. He shakes his head harder, causing the jingling from his restraints to get louder.

Behind her, someone coughs. She turns around to her teacher, Miss Sphinx looking at her, along with the rest of the class and prisoners.

"Everything okay?" She asks.

Jean puts on a smooth smile and pulls the exacto behind her back. "Yes, Miss Sphinx, just telling the prisoner how this is going to work."

"Are you all done with the cat?" She asks, looking down to the cat whose genitals where covered.

"Yes Ma'am," she lies, "The testicles were very small and easy to get to. Without pumping blood, the operation was very clean, and cutting the spermatic cords were very simple. The longest part was sewing the sack closed. It's his turn now."

Miss Sphinx looks over the clean table quickly, then turns her judging gaze back upon Jean. "Well done keeping your counter clean." She turns to the rest of the class. "Your prisoners are rapists and have used their dick and seed to terrorize another individual. People and the government have a 0 tolerance for sexual assault, so don't be too merciful. If you can't do it, let me know so we can give another student that experience."

Jean turns back to the prisoner with a wide grin, grabbing her seat to get face to face with the man's crotch. He thrashes, stuck lets moving marginally. "If you keep thrashing," She says, pulling his balls to the base of the sack, then making a long incision down the base. One white and red veiny orb tears through the small cut, popping from the scrotum. "This will get messy..."

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6 O'Clock - Sam steps into the men's locker room, eyeing the last of the swimmers. They eye her back, the boys in tight speedo's finding it hard to hide their dicks as they harden to her appearance.

"Not today, boys." She says with a wink. "Where is Mr. Smith?" The fox closest to her points to the swimming area, then grabs his stuff and scuttles by her.

"Thanks!" She says sweetly, passing the last guy.

Mr. Smith sits by the bright blue lap pool, tying his shoe.

"Ah, Sam, it's good to see you." He says, standing up as she approached.

"It's good to see you too." She says, hefting her small backpack, making sure to flaunt her slender and curvy form. "So, uh..."

"Before you say anything more, I just need to ask you something."

Sam cocks her head, looking at the confident horse as he steps close to her, then runs his large hand down her cheek. "Do you like noodles?"

Sam blinks, then nods. "My family makes noodles on the farm." She says with a sweet smile. "You can never go wrong there."

He chuckles and grabs her hand. Compared to his hand, her hand was the size of his thumb. For a moment, Sam couldn't believe she was actually going on to him. He might split her in two. "Come with me." He says.

Cautiously, Sam follows Mr. Smith to the pool office next to the locker rooms. As she approaches, she notices the wheaty smell of noodles in the air. She smiles and looks up at her. "Dinner?" She asks. He nods and opens the door to his office. Within, there was a clean desk with pictures of students, male and female, along with multiple awards. On the far end of the room is a made up table, cleaned up with spoons, forks, sharp steak knives, bowls, and an electric cook top with a steaming pot on top.

"What a gentleman." She comments, looking up at him.

"So," He starts, gesturing to the table. Sam lets go of his hand and hops up onto one of the two chairs. "Tell be about your brother, John. Is he still with Luna?"

"Yup!" Sam says with a smile. "They are going into their second year, and they couldn't be happier."

"That's good to hear," Mr. Smith says, grabbing some tongs and putting some noodles in their bowl. "I had him in swimming when he was in high school. He was a very strong swimmer, consistently placing second behind Potter the Otter. Who knew rabbits could swim so fast?"

Sam watches him fill her bowl, then smiles up at him.

"What made you ask your brothers to... help you?" He asks looking at her. Sam blushes a bit, her legs closing defensively, but her fingers rising up her legs as she thought about it.

"Well, uh, growing up around a bunch of boys, sex was never a secret or sacred topic. They would go around naked with their throbbing dicks as kids, talking about how they fucked their high school girlfriends. I, uh, have always wanted to try it, so I asked them to see if I was ready for sex."

"Recently?" Mr. Smith asks, then taking his first bite from his large bowl.

Sam shakes her head no, smirking over at Mr. Smith. "That was five years ago."

He raises and eyebrow then swallows. "Are you a senior with your friends?"

She nods and picks up the fork made for a rabbit like herself. "Yup."

"So, you would have been leaving middle school when you first started experimenting. Interesting. I heard that students were experimenting earlier than that, but I guess those were the extremes."

"Contrary to my current appearance, I used to be very sexually shy. It was only with my brothers that I opened up to trying anything."

Mr. Smith nods and takes another bite, giving them both a chance to take a few bites.

"Your brothers are rabbits too, so their hands might be the size of both my thumb and two and a half other fingers. You do realize an equine's erection can be at least two times larger than that, or in my case, four."

Sam smirks and raises and eyebrow. "Sounds like a challenge."

"Sounds like a painful experience." Mr. Smith corrects.

Sam places her fork down folds her hands on the table, her bunny foot reaching across the underside of the table to rub against Mr. Smith's crotch.

"Some girls _love_pain." Sam mutters.

Mr. Smith outwardly shiveres with arousal, nodding and placing down his fork. "You must really want this." He says, looking her in the eyes for any sign of hesitation.

All Sam offered was a confident nod. "My pussy needs you, Mr. Smith." She opens her legs and starts rubbing herself. "Your wet chair can confirm my desire."

The horse pulls back and starts pulling off his dress shirt. Sam watches with deep interest as she gazes upon his bulky, trimmed body. When he stands up, his sheath was long pulled back under the bulk of his two foot long erection, dangling halfway down his legs.

Sam hops off the chair, then moves over to Mr. Smith, grabbing his cock and giving it a hug. It is warm in her grasp, and squishy like a water balloon. She hugs it harder and starts dancing against it, rubbing it up and down, then pressing her wet clit against the flare.

Mr. Smith huffs, leaning his head back and placing his hand against her head.

She breathes in deeply, reaching around to rub the massive sack. Both balls were as big as her chest, and when she tried to move them, they only rolled away from her grip. "Mmm.." Me moans slightly, forcing her labia to hug the flare, then humping it needingly.

After a few moments, Mr. Smith picks Sam up and places her on the table, pushing the bowls and utensils to the far end. He hefts his dick and onto her stomach. The flare sits on her chest, right between her small breasts. She hugs it, then starts grinding her crotch against it, not intimidated by the fact it was a third in width and ¾ the length of her torso.

"Before we start, I need to pee." Mr. Smith says, looking down at her with intensity.

Sam blinks, looking down at his large dick, the slit of which is leaking with precum onto her chest. She heard about water sports, but never actually thought about doing it. She blushes deeply, thinking of the implications. "You can own me, Mr. Smith, for tonight."

The horse huffs, his hips rocking forward so the flare bumps her chin. She pulls back slightly to look down at it. Curiously, she licks the urethra, her tongue slipping in slightly. Unlike her brothers, his precum is more liquid and watery. She feels the slick goo rub against her lips, acting like an oil with the slipperiness. "Mmmm..." She says, enjoying the sweet flavor.

In a torrent of liquid, Mr. Smith lets loose, piss gushing into her mouth, nose, and eyes. She gags as the warm liquid stings her eyes and nose. At the same time, she feels the warm piss soak into his fur, making a heavy blanket of warmth and wetness. Her hips start rocking again as she opens her mouth. Piss jumps out, but starts filling in the back of her throat. She rocks her hips harder into a grind, her mouth filling quickly. As Sam closes her mouth, more piss splatters onto her body. She swallows, the salty liquids sliding pleasantly down her throat. Happily, she opens her mouth again. One swallow later, Mr. Smith huffs and stops, his dick throbbing harder and beginning to drool precum.

"Damn..." Mr Smith mutters, placing both hands against her hips to pull her closer to him. He listens to her crotch slop wetly against him. "You seems really into this."

"Mmmm..." Sam mutters, "I want you to fuck me like it's your last time." She says with a wink.

Mr. Smith chuckles, then rubs his finger down her chest and stomach. "Y-you can count on it." He whispers, slowly moving his fingers down to her crotch where he rubbed between her small rabbit lips. She squirms as he finds her throbbing clit and rubs. She moans, especially as he rubs faster, then quickly moves it down and slips it inside of her. To his surprise, she was loose, and his second and third fingers slid in with little resistance. Her pussy is wet and warm, softly grasping onto his fingers like a little sleeve. He shoves a fourth finger in, watching Sam squirm as it begins to put her pussy under pressure. Her hands grasp the tablecloth, but he keeps pushing it in until all four of his large fingers are deep within her moist folds.

"Mmm, fuck yess..." Sam moans, arching her back as Mr. Smith's thumb rubs her clit. She loves it for a moment before he pulls his thumb back and presses it against her entrance. Her pussy gets tight as the thumb starts forcing itself in. With it, the four inches diameter become an issue. Both of her inner lips fold in as if trying to stop him, but he pushes harder. Sam arches her back more, moaning louder in pained pleasure. "Rip me open!" She moans, making Mr. Smith raise an eyebrow.

Obliging, he forces the thumb in. She squeaks in pain, feeling her pussy get forced open painfully. Something rips a little near her ass, but she just moans in pleasure. His thumb slides in, joining the rest of his fingers as he pushes. Her arms and legs grab onto the table as he forces the rest of his fist in. "Take this, and I will take you." Mr. Smith says with an edge to his tone. Sam looks up at him and his eyes are filled with lust.

"Do it!" She moans, clenching her teeth and feeling as his knuckles stretch her pussy tight and tear it a bit more. Her inner and outer lips are tight against her thighs as his fist slips in, breaking through her tightness and shoving into her vagina. Her stomach bulges with the fist, making her stomach stick out as if she were 4 months pregnant. Sam throws her head back and laughs, then moans deeply as he shoves it in deeper, pulls it out quickly with a sloppy pop, then shoves it back in.

She cums. Juices squirt all over his hand as her body jerks. Sam moans and rolls her head back as waves of pleasure reverberate through her. Mr. Smith pulls his hand out with a wetter sloppy pop, then shoves it back in, getting as deep as his elbow which was deep inside her upper torso.

Mr. Smith pulls his fist out one last time, shaking off some of the soaking wet mess. He looks at his work for a moment, admiring the small bunny with her legs wide open to him. Her face is in pleasure, and her slim, small, and nude figure is just so cute. Her little breasts perked out while her curvy hips exposes her goods. Her pussy is dripping wet and gaping wide, just starting to show pink where a prolapse is beginning. At the base of her gaping pussy, some red specks of blood drip where it tore, but Sam doesn't appear to show any signs of concerns.

Slowly, the large horse pulls back his dick, leaving a long string of precum in its wake. He pulls the dick back into his soaked hand, then presses the floppy flare against the puffy gape. The slight prolapse seems to give way for his massive length, almost helping him as he slowly starts to press in. The horse cock compresses as it easily slides in. She jolts a bit as the flare pops though.

"Fuck me!" She begs, legs spreading wider as she clenches the table.

"As you wish." Mr. Smith moans, thrusting his hips. The slick dick dives in. Her stomach progressively rises as the dick slides deep within her deep folds. Even he was surprised by how good she felt - she is tight, warm, and somehow feels like a flesh condom. He pulls out and starts thrusting.

"Yes!!" Sam cries out, cumming again, juices squirting all over his balls and dick as he thrusts. Her body arches making the bulge in her stomach stick out further.

Mr. Smith licks his lips, looking down at his catch and thrusting faster as his balls draw up to slap her ass. He thrusts deeper and faster, making Sam gasp every time his dick slams in deep enough. Thrust, thrust, thrust, he gets closer to the edge that this beautiful rabbit has built for him.

"Mmmm!" Mr. Smith moans.

"Yes!" Sam moans, arms letting go of the table and bumping into the table's silverware.

Thrust after thrust, he watching in morbid fascination as his dick wreaks havoc on her pussy, making it gape wider and prolapse more around his massive dick has he works. With each thrust out, the pink insides of her pussy seem to pull out more, refusing to let go of his manly package. It's so hot to him, hot enough to get him close. His breathing catches, and his balls draw up.

"I-I'm gonna..." Mr. Smith mutters, thrusting deeper, harder. "Oh yeahhh!" He moans, thrusting in hard and fast all at once. A massive burst of cum shoots within her, making her little torso bubble.

Sam grabs the steak knife behind her, then sits up the best she can. She grabs the base of his dick as leverage and feels as a second massive load unleashes inside her. Sam, fast and deliberately stabs the knife down in the middle of his dick. It stabs straight into the base, tearing right through the urethra.

Mr. Smith screams.

Sam cuts up and down as she cuts the dick in half from the inside. As soon as the knife is free from the urethra, more cum oozes from the slice in his dick. The cuts are hard and fast, but she feels as she cuts through the thick meat. In an instant, the cutting ends, the knife jerking to the side, and his dick flopping over to the side still attached. Before Mr. Smith could move too far, she slams the knife back into the cut slice, then finishes cutting the other half.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Mr. Smith cries out, looking at the stump of what used to be his dick as he rocks backwards. Reddish cum drools from the severed urethra.

Jean and Shannon quickly enter the room and grab Mr. Smith by both arms.

"Hurry!" Jean says, attaching the first hand cuff to his wrist. Shannon grabs the hand cuff and easily attaches it to the other arm while Mr. Smith is in shock. They both then grab his shoulder and haul him to a nearby pipe, tying the hand cuffs to the massive steel pipe with some thick rope.

The stump drools, making the cum roll down his velvety black balls uselessly.

Sam gasps as she holds the severed dick inside of her as she rolls off the table. She moves stiffly when back on two feet, feeling the free-floating dick rock with the liquids inside her.

"W-wow," Shannon says, looking at the small rabbit waddle over. "That dick is massive, a-and look at your pussy, it's like inverting from the dick."

Sam smiles cutely at her, then knees down between Mr. Smith's legs. Shannon and Jean both take a leg, keeping his legs spread. Mr. Smith locks eye contact with Sam as he looks at her in shock.

"W-why?" Is all he could manage.

Sam relaxes as she kneels over, feeling the severed dick fall out enough to hit the ground under her and stay inside. Cum slowly oozes from around it, slickilly draining from around the pink prolapse. She holds the steak knife up, then slowly rubs it over her balls.

"You can thank Jean for this, it was her idea. I was just along for the ride." She says with a wink, "But for every girl you raped over the years, I will take your manhood knowing the girls of this school will be free from that pussy destroyer."

Sam lifts the blade, then mercilessly slams it down into his left ball. The blade stabs in, cracking, then popping with a wet pop as it ruptures the testicle. Mr. Smith thrashes, jerking Shannon and Jean around, but not enough to throw them off. Sam carefully pulls the knife out, watching as clearish white juices squirt out from around the blade. She grabs the horse's scrotum and pulls it back enough for her to start sawing the blade down it. There is no sound as she watches the sack slice open. The white and pink veined ball becomes exposed as she holds the first slice open. A moment later, she cuts around, slicing half the sack free from his body. The ball falls, hitting the floor with a wet splash. With that ball free, the second one spills out, falling next to it.

With a smile, Sam stabs the right ball again, watching it pop and ooze from the other hole.

"Hehehe, this is kinda fun." She says, looking to Jean who was smiling with revenge, and Shannon who looks like she was about to lose her lunch.

Sam looks up at Mr. Smith as she grabs the stabbed ball, then holds it out to him. "This is for Janet." She whispers, placing the ball calmly onto the stump where his dick was, mindful of the thick cord attaching the ball to his body. She takes the steak knife, then stabs it down again, forcing it into the ball and straight down into his urethra.

Mr. Smith cries out, jerking again. Sam pulls back, leaving the knife in place as the knife holds the ball in place on his stump. She grabs the second intact ball, then leans down to sniff it.

"I always wondered what a predator felt like." She says, giving the ball a lick. It tastes like salty water. She licks it again and chuckles slightly, then bites. The ball cracks as her teeth sinks in. Juices squirt from the hole, getting on her nose and whiskers.

Shannon gags and looks away.

Sam bites the chuck free, leaving a drooling hole behind. "Now that's dinner." She says, standing up carefully. A slight moan escapes her lips as she grabs the dick and forces it back in deeper to hold it. Once she catches her balance, places her foot onto the bitten ball and looks at Mr. Smith. "Say bye to having kids." She says, looking him in the eyes.

"Please!" He cries out, "You c-can't! I need them!" He begs pathetically. He looks down at the stabbed ball in his stump and the bit ball under her foot with tears. "I want to have kids and a family, a wife."

"You should have thought of that before fucking your students." Jean blurt angerly.

"Piece of shit." Shannon murmurs through her wrist.

Sam holds eye contact while she wiggles her toes over the ball. It is squishy and wet under her heel, feeling like a fragile water balloon. "I think we have the verdict. I hereby sentence you to life as a castrated steer." She shifts her weight.

POP.

The ball explodes. Juices and ball guts splatter all over Mr. Smith's denuded crotch and legs. Sam lifts her foot from the puddle then tears the knife away.

"UGH!" Mr. Smith cries.

The ball flops over onto his stomach. Sam steps over Mr. Smith, standing over his gut before crouching down and letting the severed dick flop back onto the wet stump. She reaches down for the final ball, then squeezes.

Squelch- pop- crack-

Her fingers stab through the thin lining of the ball and shread it. Then she squeezes. The ball bends out of shape then collapses into a gooey glob. It slops down all over Mr. Smith's stomach and chest.

One last time, Sam grabs the dick from it's former home and shoves it back in. She squeaks and huffs as she holds back another orgasm - just for a moment. She wobbles forward, pressing her soaked clit against Mr. Smith's defeated face. He inhales deeply, even now taking in her scent through everything that happened. With her free hand, Sam shoves his face under her crotch, then slowly lets Mr. Smith's massive severed horse dick fall out. His own sloppy cum and her juices slosh from her prolapsed vagina as the dick flops onto his face. The gooey cum drools from her innards, pooling and draining down his forehead and eyes.

"MMMM!" Sam moans, squirting one last time onto the defeated rapist, mixing with the other juices. Cum soaks his face, draining from his forehead, down his long nose, and onto his messy stomach. She opens her eyes a moment later, watching and feeling herself pull back and scrape her messy, ruined prolapse rub the cum into his hair. Finally, she steps back looking at the two piles of destroyed testicles and severed dick flopping over his stomach.

Jean and Shannon get up, stepping beside her to take it in.

"Justice feels realllllllllllllllllly good." Sam moans.

...

"He raped me, then I castrated and nullified him." Sam says to the Tiger Police officer.

"So, you're telling me that you, alone, subdued and handcuffed Mr. Smith to the pole before... doing that?" The officer looks slightly uncomfortable as he crosses his legs.

"No," she says with a tone of annoyance, "I had to catch him at a disadvantage. He had steak knives at the table, so I used that on his dick."

"While he was...?"

"Cumming -er Inside of me, yes."

The officer falls silent as he wrote something down.

"He hurt me, clearly." Sam says gesturing to her still-leaking vagina. After the past hour, the prolapse has receded slightly, leaving a gaping, dripping mound.

"I believe I have everything I need." The officer says, finishing the line.

"If you need more witnesses, I hear former student Janet and a few other girls were raped by him too."

The office blinks at her, wondering how she would know that going into the situation, but after all he has seen, this asshole got what was coming.

"Thank you, Miss."

Jean and Shannon run up to her as the officer walks off. "We did it!" They squeak.

"Thank you both for your help back there." Sam says, pulling them both into a hug.

"It's my fucking pleasure." Jean blurts.

"Me too." Shannon says.

They all turn off to Sam's parent's car waiting outside the swimming center.

"You know," Sam says thoughtfully, "I hear the new Miss Johnson, the history teacher has fucked some boys around school too."

"Oh no!" Shannon blurts, leaving Sam and Jean laughing.