Message-ID: <8098eli$9802041401@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jaypee Subject: tortured teacher 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <34D7BF75.6913@KIVA.NET> TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 1 (was Troubled Teacher) by Joy Paine index words: tortures t# NOTE: with one exception, the characters in this story have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The exception is that I like to picture myself in the story, from time to time. "OK," Gertie cried. "Here's Betty. That makes the whole club, except Susie. When are you going to let us in on the big secret?" The other women murmured their support for Gertie's impatience. "Or do we have to wait for Susie, too?" one of them complained. "No," said Sheila. "Susie is the one girl we won't have to wait for. I happen to know that she can't make it today, and I happen to know why. And that 'why' is the reason that I called you all together on a day that isn't our regular bridge day." She smiled mysteriously. The babble of voices rose again, to be silenced by Sheila's outstretched hands. "You see," she went on, "Susie is working today. Susie," she smiled, is a whore." The voices rose in a crescendo of disbelief. "Not goody-goody Susie" and "You're kidding!" and other similar phrases were heard above the general tumult. Once again Sheila managed to quiet them. "Hold on, let me finish. Not only is she a whore, but she's working in an anything-goes House that caters not only -- now get this, girls -- not only to men, but also to women customers. And I propose that we drop in on her en masse, for a surprise visit." Again the tumult of uncontrolled discussion and disbelief. Again,Sheila made herself heard. "Hold it!" she shouted. "Let's not cackle like a flock of chickens. I'll be glad to answer -- or at least to discuss -- any of your questions, but let's have a little order. Betty, what were you saying?" "What do you mean by 'anything goes'"? Betty asked. t# "OK, it's a slight exaggeration, but it's the term that was used by her -- ah -- pimp. No, don't ask me how I got to know him -- I have a right to some secrets, after all. But the rules are that we can do anything at all, as long as it doesn't leave any permanent marks on her body, or inflict any lasting injury. Jack -- let's call him that -- assures me that they have special whips and paddles, for instance, that give various parts of the body a wonderful rosy glow, and make the victim squirm and squeal most prettily, but leave no marks at all that are visible an hour or so after they are used. "And then they have thumbscrews that pinch the nipples, and bigger clamps that squeeze the whole boobs, hard enough to be very painful, but not hard enough to injure the girl. And a special electric-shock thing -- something like a cattle-prod -- that plugs right into the pussy, batteries and all, so that all that is visible is the wire that sticks out, with a switch on the end of it." Sheila noticed that some of the women were starting to drool by now, while some of them were unconsciously rubbing their breasts in self-stimulation. "And of course there are all sorts of things you can do with needles," she went on. "Another cute little item is the dancing slippers. They have electric switches built into them, connected up so that any time she keeps either foot on the floor more than a second -- or whenever both feet touch the floor at the same time -- they set off that electric-shock tampon that she's wearing. And, to keep her mind on business, we can make her wear special clothes all the time -- like a bra-and-panty set lined in the strategic areas with dozens of pin points that give her a little reminder every time she moves. "And in between times, she'll lick our pussies, of course." "But how do they get her to put up with things like that?" "That's one question I can't answer," Sheila admitted. "Maybe she has latent masochistic tendencies, maybe she's being blackmailed. Or maybe she does it strictly for the money. One thing for sure, she doesn't come cheap." "With treatment like that, I'd be surprised if she was able to come at all," one of the girls chuckled. "If we do decide to drop in on her," Sheila went on when the groans had subsided, "It'll cost us $50 each. That's a total of $350 from the seven of us, for one afternoon's work. A pretty good income for her, but only $50 each for us. Just imagine -- $50 to get our little Susie to be dummy all afternoon, while we make one grand slam after another." "And she goes down on every trick," Gertie giggled. That broke them up for a while. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |