Message-ID: <13404eli$9807261134@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Road Runner" Subject: RP: Slave Teacher (nc, bd) Ch.11 (the end) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980726083000.4668.qmail@hotmail.com> The contents of this story is of sexual nature and may involve blackmail, bondage and non-consensual sex. Anyone who may be offended by these stuff please do not read. All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ. This is the last chapter. Thanks very much to everyone who sent me comments and suggestions on previous chapters. **Please understand that I won't be able to Email the story to individuals. Slave Teacher (c) 1998 Roadrunner XI. "Ah, Karen, you came just at the right time," Mark greeted Karen as Laura led her into the room by taking the chain over from Laura. He led her to Amy who was lying on the bed with her hip resting on the edge and her hands tied to the headboard. "Oh, Amy!" Karen gasped as she looked at Amy. The young girl was gagged and, like Karen, her nipples were now ornamented with two gold rings. "Hmmmm..." Amy whined under her gag as she looked at her teacher with tear-filled eyes. "So did you guys have a good time downstairs?" Steve asked, chuckling. "Yeah, we certainly had a great time, right, slut?" said Laura as she came over and uncuffed Karen. "Now," she continued as she lit a candle and handed it to Karen, "why don't you show Amy what we've been doing downstairs..." "No! Please!" Karen pleaded as she dropped down to her knees and grabbed Laura's hand. "Please don't make me do this! Please!" "Listen, slut! Either you do it or we'll do it ourselves, and we'll do it twice! We'll clean her up and start all over again! Is that what you want?" "No!" Karen pleaded as tears began to fill her eyes. "What d'you mean 'no'? Do you want me to start now?" "Oh, no! Please! Alright! I'll, I'll do it!" "Now that's my girl! Here, take it!" said Laura as she gave Karen the candle. "Oh, Amy, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" said Karen as she stood next to Amy, sobbing. Amy was breathing quickly and looking at the candle in her hand in fear. "C'mon, do it!" Laura urged. Sobbing, Karen tilted the candle and let a drop of wax fall onto Amy’s belly. "Hmm!" Amy moaned under the gag and jumped. "Go on!" As they urged, Karen continued until there were drops of wax all over Amy's breasts, belly and thighs. Amy was moaning and wriggling in pain all the time. When Karen was finally allowed to stop, she was almost exhausted. "Now, clean her up!" said Dr Jackson as he handed her the whip. "Remember, if we have to do it we'll do it twice as hard, slut!" Knowing that it's useless to beg, Karen took the whip and, biting her lower lip, whipped Amy lightly across her belly, but none of the dried wax came off. "C'mon, harder!" Steve scolded. Crack! Karen brought the whip down on Amy again, and this time some of the dried wax came off, revealing an area of skin which was now turning red. Amy whimpered as Karen brought the whip down on her again and again, until all of the dried wax came off her body. "Oh, God," Karen whined, "what have I done!" "Excellent!" said Mark as he patted Karen on her ass. "Now let's give your special student a kiss, miss Johnson!" he said chuckling as he pushed Karen forward to Amy. "Oh, Amy!" Karen whispered to the sobbing teen as she held her face gently in her hands. She kissed the girl's cheek gently, then kissed her mouth through the gag. Slowly, she began kissing her way down Amy's neck to her breasts, soothing the skin that she had hurt with her lips and tongue. The double-head dildo was still half-buried in her pussy, and her movements while whipping Amy had caused it to rub against her pussy, which was by now dripping wet. Her kisses soon reached Amy's pussy and, after licking it a few times, she was ordered to fuck Amy with the double-head dildo, and she quickly complied. Easing the dildo in slowly, Karen began fucking Amy in long, gentle strokes. Soon, she could feel Amy trembling lightly under her, and she increased her tempo. "Oh, Amy, oh, oh," she moaned as she fucked Amy harder and harder until the girl signalled her orgasm with her moans and spasms. She continued pumping Amy until she too came with a loud moan. Karen hugged her student tightly as she tried to catch her breath. She felt ashamed that she had fucked Amy so roughly in the heat of her own passions, and she felt more ashamed when her colleagues all applauded and cheered at her performance. After Karen had licked the dildo clean, the two were finally allowed to rest. They were gagged and laid face to face on the bed, with their hands chained to the headboard so that they couldn't turn. "Sleep tight, girls!" said Laura as she gave Karen a spank on her ass before leaving the room. When they were left alone in the room, Karen looked at Amy, who was also looking at her. After a pause, and, much to Karen's surprise, the girl whimpered and pressed her body against Karen's. Closing her eyes, Amy began rubbing her breasts against Karen's. Karen could feel Amy's rock-hard nipples together with the rings, and her own nipples were also getting hard. Her breath quickened as Amy went on, and she let out a muffled moan as Amy pushed a leg between hers. Amy began rubbing her thigh against Karen’s pussy. Karen shuddered and returned the favor. Soon the two were humping passionately against each other until they both came, locking their legs together, squeezing their thighs wildly. Karen opened her eyes and saw that Amy still had her eyes closed. For a moment she thought she could see a faint smile behind the gag. Then Amy's breath slowed down as she sank into a deep sleep, and Karen, after watching her for a while, also drifted off to sleep. Karen was waken up the next day by Laura who came to uncuff her. "Good morning, my pet, did you have a good sleep?" "Y-yes," Karen answered meekly as Laura removed her gag. "C'mon, let's go downstairs quietly. We don't want to disturb your sleeping beauty here do we? Unless you want her to join you." "Oh, no, no," Karen answered in a lowered voice. She followed Laura downstairs to the living room where the three men were waiting, then the chain joining her nipple rings were also removed. "Good morning, slut," Mark greeted her, smiling. "G-good morning, sir," Karen answered submissively. "How're you feeling this morning, slut?" Mark continued as he gently stroke her breasts. "F-fine, sir, th-thank you." Karen answered, knowing that something horrible was coming. "Good," said Mark, "'Cos we have made a plan for you. We were aware that you've missed a meeting with Ben the other day, right?" "Y-yes, sir," "Now that's not very good is it?" "No, sir," "And we'd better make up to Ben before he gets too angry, right?" "Yes, sir," Karen answered with a trembling voice. "As your masters, we have thought of a way that you can make it up to Ben..." As Karen listened in horror, Mark laid out the arrangement. Karen was to go to school and drop Ben a note and ask him to meet her in the storeroom behind the gym, where Dr Jackson had a video camera installed so that they could watch what was happening. Karen was to please Ben in every way that he demands, and she had to finish and come back to Dr Jackson's house before three in the afternoon, otherwise Amy would be punished. "Now, doesn't that sound like great fun?" Laura cooed as she grabbed Karen's breasts from behind. Karen closed her eyes and moaned in dismay. "Dear Ben, I'm sorry I missed our appointment the other day. I have no excuse and I deserve to be punished. Please come and meet me in the storeroom at the back of the gym and use me like the slut that I am. Your slut Karen" Ben grinned as he read the note. He wasn't quite happy about having to work on Saturday morning, but now things seemed to be looking much better for him. The problem was that he wasn't expecting anything like this, and he hadn't got the toys that he had for Karen with him. What the hell, he thought, we can try them some other time. After looking through his drawers, he took the bamboo rod, the collar and some metals clips and hurried to the gym. "So there you are, Miss Johnson," he chuckled as he saw Karen. The young teacher was standing in the middle of the room, gagged, naked except for her g-string and a pair of high heels. Her hands were cuffed together and attached to hook from a chain hanging above her head, keeping her standing straight, and her clothes were folded neatly in a corner of the room. What attracted Ben's attention most was the gold rings on her erect nipples and the word "SLUT" written on her left breast in bright red lipstick (it was Mark's idea). Karen looked at Ben in shame and fear as he approached. "Mine, mine," he murmured. "Did you do this yourself?" Ben asked. Closing her eyes in shame, Karen nodded as Mark had ordered her to. "And this too?" Ben asked as he took the ring on her left nipple and tucked it gently. Whimpering, Karen nodded. Ben felt like his cock was going to burst out of his pants when he walked behind Karen and saw the words "USE ME" written across her ass. "Holy shit!" he chuckled as he raised the thin bamboo rod, "You're real slut aren't you?" swish! "Aren't you?" swish! "Aren't you!" swish! With each question he brought the rod heavily down onto Karen's ass, which, much to his curiosity, was already criss-crossed with faint marks. After whipping her a few times, Ben couldn't wait any longer and unzipped his pants. Got to give that little slut a good fuck first, and then we'll continue with the rod and other stuff, he thought as he tore Karen's g-string off. Grabbing her thighs, he entered her hot, wet pussy in one deep thrust. "Hmmmm!" Karen groaned as Ben began pumping her. Ben squeezed her breasts and pinched her pierced nipples roughly. Then, grabbing her breasts, he used them as grips to pulled her towards him as he fucked her, drawing muffled cries from her. "Here, take this, slut!" Ben shouted as he began pumping his cum deep into her burning pussy. "Holy shit, man! What are you doing!" Ben and Karen were waken up from their trance by the voice of a student. Karen opened her eyes in terror and saw a guy from the football team standing at the door. In his heat, Ben had forgotten to lock the door, and their cries had drawn the attention of the entire football team, who were on their way to the changing room. "It's okay, guys," Ben chuckled, embarrassed, as he quickly pulled out of Karen. "Miss Johnson and I are just having a little fun here, right, Miss Johnson?" "Hey man, look at her tits!" Another student shouted, "They're pierced!" "Yeah," Ben went on, "as you can see, Miss Johnson here is really into, you know, kinky stuff. Right, Karen?" He said, pinching her ass. Karen couldn't believe this was happening. All she could do was to lower her head in shame. "I ask you a question, slut!" said Ben angrily, spanking her ass hard. Karen jumped at the blow and opened her eyes. "Answer me, slut!" Ben asked as he spank her again and again. Closing her eyes, she nodded. "See?" said Ben, "she gets turned on by this!" "Wow! She's certainly a hot bitch, Ben!" "Yeah, now if you guys promise to keep this secret, I'm sure Miss Johnson won't mind you joining in! C'mon!" Mesmerized, the students approached. Karen looked at them in horror. She tucked at her bonds but Ben held her tight. "C'mon, guys!" He urged, "I guarantee you it's okay!" Karen whimpered when the first guy began feeling between her legs. "God, she's dripping wet!" He exclaimed. Soon hands were all over Karen's body, squeezing her breasts, pulling at her nipple rings, fingering her pussy and her ass. In their frenzy Ben was pushed aside, and all he could do was to stand in a corner of the room and watch them fuck her, one after another. When the first two students were done, Karen was uncuffed and placed onto her hands and knees. By now she wasn't struggling at all, and when a student grabbed her hip and entered her asshole, all she did was to close her eyes and groan. "Oh, oh," she moaned as her gag was removed, but her moans were soon muffled when another guys shoved his cock into her mouth.... Karen couldn't remember how many times she'd been fucked in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, or even between her breasts, and she had also lost count of how many times she had come. After the last guy had finally pulled out of her, she collapsed on the floor, exhausted. "Hey," one of the students said, "anyone want another go?" "Let's take a break first," another guy answered, "it's only three, we've got plenty of time. Or maybe we should call our friends!" It's three already! Amy! Karen screamed in her mind. The students laughed as she struggled to get up. "Still haven't got enough, huh?" a guy said as he grabbed her ankle, "okay, let's have another round, Miss Johnson!" Gathering all her strength, Karen kicked him hard in the groin, and as he howled with pain and let go of her, Karen ran out of the gym as fast as she could. There were only a few students outside, and they watched wide-eyed as the teacher ran naked across the school yard towards the main gate. All that was on her mind was that she had to get away from all those guys. She ran out of the school and across the road. As she heard a screeching noise and turned to look, she saw a van coming towards her. She screamed and fell onto the ground, with the van just avoided hitting her. The driver of the van jumped out and ran to see if she was hit. "Jesus Christ!" He cried out in shock as he saw Karen's naked body with all the bruises and cum stains all over her face, her breasts and her thighs. Karen's memory of the chaotic events that followed--the police investigations and the sensational trial--was all a blur. In the end, all the staff involved--Dr Jackson, Laura, Mara, Ben, Mark and Steve--were indicted and convicted. However, to avoid an even bigger scandal, the authorities decided not to press charges against any of the students. Although the school was eventually re-opened, Karen never went back. She was offered therapy, but after a few months she quitted and moved to another state. Her career as a teacher was over, not only because of the publicity of the event, but also because she couldn't bring herself to stand in front of a class again. She took up a job as a library clerk in a quiet, small town. She heard that Amy had moved to another school, but lost contact with her when she moved out of state. Since then, life had become very quiet for Karen. She worked, went out with her colleagues from time to time, but most of the evenings were spent quietly in her apartment. It was more than a year later when, one evening, she heard her doorbell ring. She went to answer the door and, much to her surprise, found Amy standing outside. "Amy!" She exclaimed, "what are you doing here?" "I-I've been looking for you..." the girl answered quietly. "Wh-what?" Karen asked, dumbfounded. "I've been looking for you. I-I miss you, Miss Johnson." Amy said shyly, her eyes wet with tears. "Oh, poor girl," said Karen as she took the girl in her arms. As Karen held her in her arms, Amy looked up and, holding Karen's head with her hands, kissed her on her lips. Shocked at first, Karen soon found herself returning the kiss passionately, and the tender moments that they had in the ordeal that they went through together sprang up in her mind. When Amy pressed her body against Karen, Karen could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. She could not only feel the pressure of Amy's erect nipples but also something else. It was her nipple rings. "You've k--kept them?" Karen asked when they finally broke off their passionate kiss. Blushing, Amy nodded. "M-me too," Karen whispered, blushing herself. "Come on in, my pet," she said tenderly as she let Amy into her apartment and closed the door behind them. 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