Message-ID: <7598eli$9804051751@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Road Runner" Subject: RP by request: Slave Teacher (nc, bd, humil) Ch.3-4 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: <19980405174501.3164.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. Slave Teacher (c) 1998 Roadrunner III. Karen panicked when she heard someone talking outside the storeroom. She would die of shame if some students found her like this, kneeling naked on the floor in a storeroom. She was relieved when she realized that it was only Steve and Mark, and scolded herself for being stupid enough to think that Mark would come on his own. "Hi slut," Steve greeted her as they entered the room, "I see that you're ready for your punishment." "Y-yes, sir," Karen answered, blushing. "So you have not only disobeyed your instructions but also lied about it," said Steve as he put his bag on the floor. "Yes, sir." Karen answered submissively, trying not to invoke further punishments. "Now slut," Steve continued as he took his stuff out of the bag, "for lying to Mark, you'll be given fifteen strokes of the ruler," he said as he show her a long wooden ruler, "and for wearing your panties without permission, you are to shave your pussy and keep it shaved all the time." "Oh, God, no! Please!" Karen pleaded and Whack! Steve reached forward and hit her ass real hard with the ruler. "Ouch!" Karen cried out in pain and surprise. "You just earned yourself five extra strokes, and that one doesn't count. Now have you got anything more to say?" "Oh, no, oh, oh," Karen whined as she rubbed her butt. "Now since we've already started, why don't we just get on with it?" said Mark, "Come here, slut, and bend over the table." Obediently, Karen walked over to the table and bent over it. Trembling slightly, she lowered her head in shame and waited as Steve positioned himself behind her. Steve looked at the smooth, white globes of her ass and couldn't help reaching out to caress it. Karen's whole body stiffened as she felt his hand touch her, then she relaxed a bit as Steve continued caressing her. Suddenly, Steve took his hand away and whack! the ruler landed squarely across her ass. "Ah!" Karen cried out in pain. "Keep your voice down, slut!" Steve scolded, "And keep your hands on the table or you're going to get more!" Whack! Whack! "Oh, Oh, oooh," Karen moaned as Steve went on hitting her. When the twenty strokes were over, her whole body was shaking and her eyes were filled with tears. "Keep your hands on the table," said Mark as he picked up the camera, "and look at me." Karen obeyed and let out a cry of dismay as she saw the camera in his hands, but before she could say anything Mark had already pressed the shutter. "Look here, slut!" said Mark as he savored the view in the viewfinder: Karen the young and sexy teacher bent over the table, with her long, shapely legs topped by her smooth round buttocks, now criss-crossed with angry red welts, with tears in her eyes and an imploring look on her face. Mark felt like his cock was going to burst out of his pants. "Okay," he said after taking some more photos, "now shall we get on with the second part of the punishment, or do you need more persuasion, slut?" "N--no, sir," Karen answered meekly. She was getting more and more used to being called "slut" and answering with "sir". "Here," said Steve as he brought over a chair. "Sit down and spread your legs wide." Karen obeyed and winced as her ass touched the chair. "I said spread your legs wide! That's it! Now, take these," said Steve as he handed her a razor and a can of shaving cream. "Better hurry up before we get you back to that table again." "Oh, God," Karen gasped as she looked at the razor and the shaving cream in her hands. Now not only Mark was taking pictures, Steve had also set the videocam up. "C'mon, do it!" Biting her lip, Karen sprayed some shaving cream on her pussy. She shuddered as she felt the cold cream on her skin. Then she began shaving slowly. At first her hand was trembling so much that she had to stop before she cut herself, but then she managed to clam herself down. She kept her head down all the time as she shaved, not daring to face the camera once. When she finally finished she was given a wet towel to wipe herself clean. "Now stand up, slut, and look at me," Steve ordered. Karen stood up and gasped as she felt cool air on her ass and pussy. Her ass was still burning from the ruler, and her pussy felt raw after the shaving. She couldn't help covering it and rubbing it with her hand. This gave Steve an idea. "That's right, slut, play with yourself." Karen looked up at him in shock. She couldn't believe that yet more humiliations were coming. "Do it or we'll go out and get a student to do that for you!" "Oh, no! Please!" "Then do it!" "Y-yes, yes..." Closing her eyes, Karen began rubbing her pussy gently. The shaving had made it very sensitive, and soon she was getting wetting and wetter. "Play with your tits, kiss them." As Steve instructed, Karen held her breasts up to her mouth and licked her nipples, which soon became rock-hard. Then, foundling her breasts and holding them to her mouth with one hand, she reached down to resume rubbing her pussy with the other. She soon find herself getting hotter and hotter despite the humiliation--in fact, it seemed that the humiliation was adding to her excitement. Her breath quickened, and she heard the sound of the shutter vaguely. "Turn around and show us that nice ass of yours," Steve went on. "That's right. Keep your feet apart, wider. Now bend over." Karen obeyed almost automatically, bending over until her head was between her legs. She was aware that in so doing, with her bare pussy completely open to view between her wide-spread legs and her breasts hanging upside-down, she was presenting a really lewd sight. "Finger-fuck yourself." Her hands quickly reached up to her pussy and while one rubbed her clit, the other thrust first one finger, then two, up her wet hole. "Oh, oh, oh," she began moaning gently as she fucked herself with two fingers, faster and faster. "Play with your asshole." Much ashamed by this order, Karen was too close to coming to object. While she continuing finger-fucking herself with her left hand, her right hand reached up and slowly she thrust her forefinger into her tight asshole. At this she couldn't hold back any longer and came with a loud moan, and collapsed onto her knees. Steve immediately took off his pants and walked over to Karen. He pushed her onto all fours and thrust two fingers into Karen's pussy, getting them wet with her juices. Then slowly, he thrust them up her asshole. "Ah! No!" Karen immediately cried out in alarm. "Have you been fucked up the ass before, slut?" "N-no...pl-please..." "Then it's time for you to offer it to your master!" He chuckled and with these words began pushing his cock into her tight, virgin asshole. "No, noooooOh! Ah!" Karen whimpered as she felt Steve's cock eased all the way into her. She moaned as he held still, feeling it throbbing inside her. "Can you feel it, slut?" Steve panted, "can you feel my hard cock up your ass?" "Oh, oh, oh," Karen moaned in reply, which was not good enough for Steve. He grabbed her right nipple and pinched it hard, drawing a cry of pain from her. "Say it!" He said as he pinched her again. "Ouch! Y-yes I-I can feel your h-hard cock up my a-ass..." "Say that you love it!" "I-I love the f-feeling of your h-hard cock up my ass..." Karen was spared from being forced to say more humiliating things when Mark came over and pushed his cock in her mouth. Together the two men started thrusting in and out of her, and Karen was soon letting out muffled moans and cries. Mark came first and flooded her mouth with come. After he withdrew, Steve also felt himself coming. He pulled out from her ass, stood in front of her and sprayed his come all over her face and breasts. They allowed her to rest for a while. Then, as Amy was not there, Karen was made to clean herself up. While they filmed, she was ordered to wipe the come off her face and then lick it off her fingers. Then she had to lick her breasts clean. She was exhausted after the ordeal, and her hands were trembling as they held her breasts to her mouth. When all this was finally done, Steve threw her a brown paper bag and said, "Okay slut, you've just earned this. Wear one of them to school tomorrow," he chuckled, "we'll be nice this time and let you pick one yourself." Inside the paper bag were a pair of crotchless panties and several g-strings. Even though she was terrified by the idea of having to wear one of them to school, this time Karen knew better than to disobey, and when she when to school the following day, she had under her short skirt a white g-string with lace, which was the one with most material that she could find. Her male colleagues grinned when they saw her appear again in her short skirt. She was wearing a polo shirt that day, since it had got only two buttons and didn't open all the way at the front, so even though she had to leave all the buttons open, she didn't have to worry about showing more than she already had to. Still, her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Some male colleagues began to tease her, and students whistled as she passed by. She was greeted by the same whispering and giggling whenever she went into a classroom, but she tried her best to ignore it. Her heart sank when it's time for Amy's class again. As she had feared, when she was writing on the blackboard, Amy happened to drop her pen again. Karen blushed with embarrassment as she stared at the pen lying next to her feet. Then, as quickly as possible, she bent over and picked it up. From the commotion of the class, she thought they must have seen her bare buttocks when she bent over. To hide her embarrassment, she quickly turned her back on the class and began writing on the blackboard. But then she heard a noise and another pen was dropped onto the floor. "Excuse me, Miss Johnson," it was Jeff, a boy sitting in the front row, "could you pick that up for me please?" he said with a wicked grin on his face, and almost the entire class burst out laughing. "Quiet, Please!" Karen fought back her tears of anger and humiliation, "and you, you pick it up yourself!" she said to Jeff angrily. Although in the end Jeff did come out and picked the pen up himself, Karen knew secretly that her future with this class was now doomed. IV. Karen felt like she's going to throw up when she saw that Jeff had stayed behind after class. "What is it, Jeff?" She asked as causally as she could, hoping that somehow all he wanted was just to ask her about homework. She was immediately let down. "I know what you've been doing, miss Johnson." Jeff said bluntly. "Excuse me?" "You heard me. I know what you've been doing." "Now have you forgotten your manners, young man?" Karen tried to act firm, but her voice was already shaking. "I saw you yesterday! You took off your panties after school and walked across the playground so that everyone could see. You're an exhibitionist! I know!" "That's bullshit!" Karen lost her temper. "Say that again and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" "Oh yeah?" Jeff sneered. Karen really hated him. You think you're smart, huh? She thought to herself. You're just a kid and you don't know shit... "Then what's this?" said Jeff as he threw a photo on her chest. Karen suppressed the urge to strike the boy and picked the photo up. Her blood froze when she saw what it was. It showed her walking in the playground, with her skirt partly raised, providing a glimpse of her pussy. Just a glimpse, but it showed clearly that she wasn't wear anything under her skirt. How could it be? Karen thought. I thought I've already been very careful... "There's more if you like," Jeff added. "With some from behind too." "How did you get this?" "Well," Jeff laughed again, "just lucky, I guess. I came to school yesterday planning to show off my new camera and impress some girls, but I guess I ended up with something much better!" "Give them back to me! Or I'll get you kicked out, right now!" "No way! And if these photos get passed around, I think you're the one who's going to get kicked out! Unless you do as I say, I'll give the photos out to everyone in the school! I'll even post them on the internet!" "What do you want?" Karen asked with clenched fists, feeling that she no longer had the upper hand. But then she knew immediately what he wanted. The boy was staring straight at her breasts, and was making no attempt to hide that. "I...I want you," Jeff said. "I want to fuck you," he said again with more confidence. "How dare you!" Although she was expecting something like that, Karen felt utterly humiliated to really hear it from the mouth of her teenage student. "You fuck me and you'll get you photos back, one for each time," said Jeff, improvising. "There're totally twelve of them. I'll keep the negatives as a souvenir." "Are you kidding?" Karen went mad again. "Do you know what you're doing? You try to blackmail me? I can go to the po-" "Shut up, Bitch!" Jeff interrupted her. This is really cool, he thought, calling his teacher "bitch". "You can go to the cops if you want, and let's hear what they'll say when they find out you're walking around without your panties! That's the offer, you either take it or not." "Why can't you just give me the photos! Please!" Karen pleaded, "You don't know what really happened!" "I don't care!" Jeff said, "but I do know what's going to happen if you don't do as I say!" "Alright you prick!" Karen never thought that she would one day use the word on her students. "Alright! Just do what you want and get it over with!" she was shaking all over. This just can't be real... Jeff on his part could hardly believe it either, and he wasn't sure what to do for a moment. "Since you mentioned 'prick'," he finally said, "why don't we begin from there? Get down on your knees, miss Johnson." Blushing with humiliation, Karen knelt down in front of her student. "Unzip my fly, no wait, show me your tits first." "What?" "You heard me, show me your tits!" "Oh, God..." reluctantly Karen lifted her polo-shirt to above her breasts. "Wow!" Jeff exclaimed as he saw the firm, white globes of her breasts. Karen closed her eyes in dismay as he reached out to fondle them, and soon her nipples were rock-hard. Cool! Jeff thought, as he unzipped and took out his cock. "Suck it!" he said in a coarse voice. Karen opened her mouth to say something, but then resigned and leaned forward, and with her hand guiding took the boy's cock into her mouth. She held it in her mouth, trying to overcome the humiliation. "C'mon, suck it!" Jeff said impatiently, and she began to move her head back and forth. Even now Jeff still found it hard believe that this was really happening. Yesterday he was still the geek, and now his gorgeous teacher, who looked a thousand times prettier than any of the girls he secretly fancied, was sucking his dick! And showing him her tits! He couldn't hold back his excitement any longer and started shooting his come into Karen's mouth. At this moment the door of the classroom opened and Mara, another teacher of the school, walked in. "Oh, God!" Karen cried out in shock and fell back, pushing Jeff off her at the same time. Jeff was still coming and shot some of his come on her face. "Shit!" He grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the classroom with his fly wide open. "So this is why you're so popular with the students," Mara smirked at the younger teacher who was still sitting on the floor. In her mid-thirties, Mara liked to think of herself as an attractive women and as the best-looking teacher in the school (not that there're many), that is, until Karen came along. She had always been jealous about Karen winning her popularity so quickly, both among teachers and the students. Struggling, Karen tried to get up and pull the polo-shirt down to cover her breasts. Mara stopped her by grabbing her left nipple and tucked at it so hard that she fell forward. "Ouch!" Karen cried out in pain. "Shut up and stay there!" she made Karen remain kneeling by keeping the grip on her nipple. "Now, what's this?" said Mara as she picked up the photo from the desk. "Please, I can explain everything...ouch!" "I said shut up! So that's how you became so popular? Showing off your pussy to everyone and screwing your students? No wonder-" "No! That's not true! It was Mark and Steve! They made me do all this!" "Shut up!" Mara scolded, this time emphasizing it again by tucking at Karen's nipple so hard that her breast was pulled into a cone shape. "Oh!" Karen moaned in agony. Tears went down her cheeks. "Shut up you lying bitch! You're a slut and I caught you. And now your ass is mine!" "Pl-please..." "Listen, bitch! I caught you sexual harassing a student, and if you don't do as I say, you're going to jail! Now is that clear?" Sobbing, Karen nodded. This is like a nightmare. "Don't you worry," Mara went on, "I'm not interested in that filthy cunt of yours, and I don't have time for you today. Just be ready to do whatever I say whenever I say it, is that clear? Your ass is now mine!" "Yes, yes," Karen gasped. She collapsed onto her hands and knees when Mara finally released the grip on her nipple, trembling. Mara put the photo into her pocket. "Get up, slut! And get the hell out of here!" she said, kicking Karen's ass. After covering her breasts and wiping the come off her face, Karen ran out of the classroom. She knew her day had just began. She still had to meet Mark in his office, and after all that happened, she was now awfully late. "Now what has kept you, miss Johnson," said Mark teasingly when he saw her, "haven't you learnt your lesson?" "Please!" Karen pleaded and explained to him what happened. Mark listened to Karen's story, amazed, and he smiling wickedly as he examined her bruised nipple. "So now our little secret is compromised..." he said, "Please, could we stop all this?" "No, I think we'll be fine as long as you keep Jeff and Mara happy, right?" "Oh, God..." "I'm asking you a question, slut!" "Oh, y,yes. Sir..." "Good. From now on, you'll do whatever Jeff and Mara says, and then come back to tell me and Steve all about it, is that clear?" "Y---yes, sir..." "Good. Now let's see what we've got for you..." ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |