Message-ID: <18849eli$9901220233@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Road Runner" Subject: RP by Request: Slave Teacher (nc, bd) Ch.1-2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 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: <19990105040621.29983.qmail@hotmail.com> RP by request: Slave Teacher (nc, bd) Ch.1-2 The content 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. The Slave Teacher (c) 1998 Roadrunner I. Karen was really surprised at the effect the word "detention" had on Amy. One minute ago the junior was still talking back to her, but as soon as detention was mentioned, she was practically on her knees. "Please! Miss Johnson," the girl pleaded, "give me a chance! I swear I'll never do that again!" "I'm sorry Amy, but a rule's a rule. You should have known better. Now, go back to your seat." Karen signed as she watched Amy going back to her seat. Her job at this school had been going really well for the past two months, and she felt really lucky that she could find a post here as her first job. The students here were generally good. Even Amy, who had a reputation for being a trouble student, was actually quite bright. But somehow she just had to create some problems during class, like getting into a fight with the guy sitting next to her, or keep forgetting to do her home work, that kind of thing (she did both of that today). The school had a good reputation, and the colleagues were friendly--especially the male ones, which is not surprising, given that Karen was a pretty brunette with a nice figure. But she had always tried to be nice to all her colleagues, male or female, and they all seemed to be happy with her. Feeling a bit sorry for Amy, Karen decided to have a word with her after school. As she was on her way to the classroom, she was surprised to see Amy in the playground. Going home now? How dare you! She thought. But then Amy wasn't walking towards the main gate. As she didn't notice Karen, Karen decided to stay behind to find out what the girl was up to. She followed Amy to the gym where the girl entered a storeroom. Karen went up to the door and peeked through the shutter on the door. She could see Amy inside, talking to Steve Howard, the PE teacher. "Yet another detention?" said Steve, "well Amy, you know what that means." "Yes, sir..." Amy answered meekly. Quickly she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. She then bent over a bench and lifted up her skirt, exposing her bare buttocks. Steve stood behind the submissive girl with a wooden ruler in his hand. "Now, take this, little slut!" With these words he brought the ruler heavily down on Amy's bottom, making a whack! sound. Amy closed her eyes and whimpered, but didn't cry out. A vivid red weal immediately appeared across the cheeks of her ass. Whack! Steve brought the ruler down again and another weal appeared. Karen was shocked. She had to do something about this, she thought. She immediately went to find Mark Simpson in his office. Among the more senior teachers, he was the one that she got on best with. Mark for his part seemed to be shocked too, but he was also very cautious. "Karen," he said, "you must understand that this is a very serious allegation, and we have to be very careful." "But I saw it with my own eyes!" "I know, I know. Now why don't you sit down and tell me what exactly did you see, right from the beginning. But just let me get you a glass of water first, you seem really nervous." "But-" Before Karen could object Mark had already gone out of the room. He came back shortly with a glass of water and handed it to Karen. We're wasting our time here! Karen thought. But at this moment she needed Mark to back her up so she tried to cooperate as much as possible. She quickly drank up the water and began to tell her story, hoping that they could still catch Steve. But as she began she started to feel kind of dizzy, and before she could figure out what was going on she blacked out and collapsed on Mark's desk. Karen woke up to find herself completely naked. She was in an empty room, probably one of the storerooms behind the gym, and standing spread-eagled between two posts. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained to hooks on the posts, pulling her arms and legs taut, and she couldn't help letting out a moan from the pain. Then the door opened and Steve and Mark walked in. "So you two were together!" She said angrily as she glared at them. "Yes we are," said Mark smiling, "and you've found our little secret." "Let me go!" Karen demanded, "now!" "Now what makes you think we'll do that?" asked Mark teasingly. "Mark," Karen calmed down a bit and tried to reason with him, thinking that they got on quite well before all this. "You know you can't do that, just stop before you get deeper and deeper." Both Mark and Steve laughed. "Why do you think we'll listen to you, my dear Miss Johnson?" Steve asked. "Oh, c'mon," said Karen, "what are you going to do, kill me? Otherwise I'm not going to keep my mouth shut. If you touch me, you're not going to get away. But if you let me go, I can forget about this. This is all I can promise. I'll have to tell Dr Jackson about the girl, but I can let all this go." "Well I'm impressed," Mark chuckled. "You're a brave girl. But you're wrong. No we're not going to kill you but yes we will shut you up. Because soon you yourself will be part of it." With these words he took out a jar from his pocket and stood in front of Karen. "Wh-what do you want?" Karen asked nervously. She felt totally vulnerable, being completely naked and tightly bound in front of two men who were just a foot away from her, smiling wickedly. Still smiling, Mark opened the jar and Karen could see that there was some kind of ointment inside. Mark scooped some with his fingers and proceeded to rub it on Karen's pussy. "No! Stop that!" Karen cried out, but with her legs chained wide-spread there was nothing she could do, except to cry out in dismay as Mark rubbed more ointment on her pussy lips. Mark kept watching her expression as he applied the ointment. First it was dismay and anger, then it was fear. For soon Karen began to feel an itching and warming sensation at her pussy. "Yes, that's right," he said, confirming her fear, "this is going to make you the biggest slut in the world." "No!" Karen cried out, her voice echoing in the mostly empty room. But the itching at her pussy was getting stronger and stronger, and despite herself she began to get wet. She wanted to wriggle so much that she was a bit grateful that the chains were so tight so that she would not put on such a humiliating show for the two men. "Now," Steve said as he began caressing her breasts, "are you going to be a good girl and do what we say?" He laughed as he felt her nipples hardened quickly between his fingers. "No way!" Karen screamed with her remaining strength. At this, Steve stopped fondling her breasts and, with a swung of his arm, slapped them with his full strength. "Ouch!" Karen cried out in pain. With her body tightly chained, her 36C breasts took the full force of his blow. "Ah! Ah! AH!" She cried out as he kept slapping her, causing her breasts to swing every time. Soon they were red and her voice was getting weaker and weaker. "Please, stop!" Finally, she pleaded, "I can't take this anymore! Please!" "So are you going to do want we say?" Steve asked as he slowed down his slapping. "Yes, yes, oh, please, stop! Yes, I'll do what you say!" "Good!" Steve chuckled. "Now that you're a good girl, I'm going to give you a little reward." And he placed his hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. "Oh!" Karen cried out in alarm as she felt Steve touch her wet lips. They had now become very sensitive and Steve's touch was sending thrills through her body, which soon began to tremble with excitement. "You like that, huh? You little slut?" Steve asked. Karen closed her eyes in dismay and tried to fight the growing sensation. Getting no answer, Steve raised his hand and slapped her breasts again. "Ah!" Karen winced in pain. "No, please!" "Answer me, bitch!" another slap. "Oh, oh, y-yes, I-I like that..." "So do you want to come?" "Y-yes... Oh, oh God." "Good, now that you've said it, I'm going to give you a chance to come." He then took out a strap-on dildo and put it on Karen. "Wh-what are you going to do?" Karen asked in alarm. "Shut up and try this." Steve grabbed the strap-on and twisted it, pressing it onto Karen's pussy. As the base of the dildo rubbed on her clit, Karen's entire body stiffened and she let out a moan of pleasure. "You like that? Good, now here we go." Together the two men unattached Karen's cuffs from the posts. Karen was already too weak to struggle. She just let the two men grab her arms and lead her out of the room to the adjoining one. "Oh my God!" Her eyes opened wide as she saw who was waiting for her. In the middle of the room there was a small table, and Amy was lying spread-eagled on it, with her arms and legs cuffed to the legs of the table and her hips resting on the edge. "Miss Johnson!" She whimpered. "Oh, Amy!" By now Karen could already tell what the two men had in mind. She also noticed a video camera in a corner of the room, pointing towards the table, and there's also a camera on the floor. "No! Please! No!" She began to struggle but in vain. Weakness swept her over as Steve grabbed the strap-on and pressed it against her pussy again. The ointment was really having an effect on her and now she was dying to come. She was breathing hard, and her face was blushing and covered with sweat, while her breasts were still red from the slapping. Steve and Mark made her stood between Amy's wide-spread legs. "Shut up, Amy. Here, Miss Johnson, have a little fun with your student..." With Mark holding her, Steve grabbed the strap-on and guided it into Amy's defenseless pussy, drawing a moan from the girl. Steve then lifted Amy up slightly and cuffed Karen's hands together behind Amy's back so that she would be holding the girl, preventing her from pulling the strap-on out. "C'mon, get working Karen!" Mark said as he gave Karen's ass a spank. "Oh!" Karen lurched forward, thrusting the dildo deep into her student's pussy, drawing a moan from both the girl and herself. She fought hard against the urge to start pumping, but then Mark grabbed her hips, pulled them back and then pushed them forward. Karen moaned loudly as the force of the thrust pushed the dildo back against her burning pussy. She gave in as Mark grabbed her hips and pushed her forward again. "Ah! Ah!" She moaned and slowly began pumping Amy. "Oh, Amy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She gasped as she began to pump faster and faster. "Oh, Miss Johnson, oh, oh," the student moaned in reply. In her heat Karen soon became oblivious of her predicament. Closing her eyes, she fucked her student with abandonment. Amy for her part was also responding passionately. She moaned loudly and, as far as her bondage would allow her, she lifted her head up and tried to kiss her teacher. Reluctant at first, Karen began to return the kiss, and soon the two were French-kissing passionately. The two men laughed, thinking that they had her. They had been recording everything with the videocam and the camera. As they saw that Karen was about to come, they came up behind her and stopped her. "Oh, no! Please! Oh!" Karen cried out desperately when Mark grabbed her hips and stopped her from fucking Amy. Steve unlocked her cuffs and together they lifted the gasping and moaning teacher off her student. Karen moaned and protested feebly as they made her kneel down on the floor, re-cuffed her hands and attached the cuffs to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. Steve then unbuckled and removed the strap-on from her. The dildo was glistening with Amy's juices, while Karen's thighs were wet with her own. "Time's up, Miss Johnson, the lesson is over!" Steve chuckled as he brushed his fingers lightly over Karen's pussy lips, making the young woman squirm with excitement. "No! Please! Oh, God, oh, oh," Karen moaned. "So you wanna come, you little slut?" Mark asked as he kept taping her, capturing the lustful expression on her face. "Y-yes, please, I can't take it anymore, please," Karen pleaded. "Well, slut, if you want to come you have to do exactly as we say, understand?" "Yes, yes, oh, oh..." Pointing the videocam at her face, Mark held up a sheet of paper in front of her but away from the videocam. "Say what's written on it, and we'll give you what your slutty mind wants." "Oh, no," Karen protested when she saw what was written on the paper. At this, Steve stopped fingering her pussy and reached in front of her. He grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it cruelly. Karen cried out in pain, but Steve ignored her and pinched it again. When he grabbed the other one and was about to pinch both of them, she gave in. "Stop, please! I'll say it, oh, just stop!" "Good," Steve said, "now look at the camera and tell us who you are and what you have done!" Sobbing with shame and humiliation, Karen looked up to face the camera. "C'mon" Mark urged, "tell us who you are!" "M...my name is K-Karen Johnson and...and I am a sl--slut..." "So what have you done, slut?" "I...I fucked my student Amy...I f-forced her to have sex with me, oh, oh," despite her humiliation, Karen couldn't help moaning when Steve's fingers returned to her slit. "Now isn't that rather immoral for a teacher to do?" "Y-yes and I d-deserve to be punished.... I b-beg you M-mister Simpson and mister Howard to take me as your s-slave and p-punish me and u-use me in any way you w-want...please..." "Good, and what do you want now?" "Pl-please, I want to come, oh, please, f-fuck me, fuck me...aaaaaAh!" Karen cried out as Steve grabbed her hips and buried his cock in her pussy with one deep thrust. He began pumping her roughly and soon Karen began to come. She cried out loudly but her cries were soon muffled when Mark pulled out his cock and thrust it into her mouth. Holding the videocam with one hand, he grabbed her head with the other and guided it back and forth. Karen offered no resistance and sucked him, while her hips were grinding to meet Steve's thrusts. Soon her body was taken by another violent orgasm. "Slut!" Steve chuckled. Sensing himself coming, he thrust deep into her and filled her pussy while Mark flooded her mouth with come. II. After her mind-blowing orgasm, Karen just hung on the chains, gasping, while the two men kept on filming her, with her hair matted with sweat and with come dripping down her chin and her thighs. They then unchained her and laid her down on her back. Exhausted, she just lay there passively even when all her cuffs were removed. Amy was also untied and was led to Karen by a leash and a leather collar on her neck. "C'mon, Amy, you know what to do," Steve said as he unattached her leash, leaving the collar on. "Yes, sir." Amy replied meekly. With the two men taping and taking pictures again, Amy climbed on top of Karen and began kissing her face gently, licking the come off her chin. "No..." Karen protested feebly but didn't really try to stop her. Her breath quickened again as Amy licked her way down her neck, her breasts, her belly and finally to her pussy. Despite herself, Karen spread her legs to give her student a better access. She closed her eyes in abandonment when Amy started licking the come and juices off her thighs, and when Amy's tongue finally reached her pussy, she couldn't hold back any longer and let out a moan, and she heard the two men chuckle. However, all she did was to grab Amy's head and press it against her pussy. She began grinding her hips to meet Amy's tongue, and within seconds she came again with a loud moan. Afterwards, Amy climbed on top of her again to kiss her on the lips, giving her a taste of her own juices. "Good work, Amy," Steve patted the girl's head gently and she knelt down next to him. "And you, slut, get dressed," he said as he threw her her clothes. Karen gathered her strength and got up. She hesitated when she saw that she was only given back her blouse and pants, without any underwear. "A slut doesn't wear any underwear," Mark said laughing. "From tomorrow on, you will never wear a bra," Steve added, "and when you wear a blouse, you are to leave the first two buttons open, is that clear?" "But..." Karen began to protest but Steve interrupted her. "One more word and I'll make it three! Now, is that understood?" "Y-yes." "Yes who?" "Yes, s-sir." "Good," Steve chuckled. "And also, you should always wear a short skirt, and the hem-line should be at least three inches above your knees, and underneath you'll wear whatever we give you. As we haven't given you anything today, you'll wear nothing under your skirt tomorrow. And whenever you have to pick up something on the floor, you should always bend over, and never kneel down. Is that clear?" Seeing her hesitate again, he grabbed her left nipple and pinched. "Ah!" Karen cried out in pain. "Do as you're told or every boy in this school will get a copy of those videotapes that we just made! Now is that clear? Or maybe we should start off by distributing the photos and give them a taste first?" "No! No! Please!" Karen pleaded. "Then answer me, slut! Is everything clear?" "Y-yes, sir." Karen could barely bring herself to say those words. "Now get dressed and go!" With her head lowered in shame, Karen began to get dressed. "Remember," Mark added, "obey everything we say or every boy in this school will be jerking off watching your tape! And don't try anything funny. If anything happens, Amy will always back us up and say that you made her have sex with you. Right Amy?" Amy, who was still kneeling obediently next to him, nodded meekly. At this Karen couldn't hold back her tears anymore and began sobbing, but the two men just laughed. Karen could feel her cheeks burning when she arrived at school the following day. When she walked across the playground, some students just stopped chatting and stared at her in her light-blue blouse and short skirt. She tried to walk slowly and not to make her breasts bounce so much, so that people would not notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. She was greeted by a surprised look from everyone as she entered the staff room. "Hi," she tried to sound as normal as possible when she greeted the teachers there, but immediately she noticed the look of disdain from a couple of her colleagues. As she had been ordered, she left the first two buttons of her blouse open. But she had worn her panties. She couldn't bear to wear such a short skirt without panties--besides, the skirt that she was wearing was the only one in her wardrobe that would meet Steve's requirement. She figured that, since Steve and Mark were not sharing the same staff room with her, she could try to avoid them during school day and keep her panties on, and then take them off after school. Although they could tell just by looking at her whether she was wearing a bra, they'd have to check to see if she was wearing panties. As they would not take any risk with her in public, all she had to do was to avoid being with them alone, and then she'd just see how things go after school. After school...she shuddered when she thought about the implication of that. Her plan did seem to work. It was really embarrassing at first when she began teaching. She thought she was going to die of shame when she entered the classroom, when all the students just looked at her shapely legs as they were revealed by her short skirt. Soon some male students started grinning when they noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Gradually, she managed to overcome the embarrassment and went on teaching as usual. Then in the last class of the day, when Karen was writing on the blackboard, Amy threw her pen down so that it went rolling on the floor until it was below the blackboard. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Johnson. Could you pick that up for me please?" she said. Karen turned around and looked at Amy in shock, as she realized what that would mean. Amy on her part just looked at her and whispered the word "sorry" with a frightened look on her face. So she must have been made to do that by Steve and Howard, Karen figured, and would probably have to report to them about the result. Karen hesitated and the entire class waited in an awkward silence. Finally--"Oh yes, sure," she took a deep breath and said. As her students watched, and with her back facing them, she bent over and picked up the pen. Her face was blushing with embarrassment when she turned around and saw the reactions of her students. Everyone was staring at her with wide-open eyes (and for some, mouths), and some boys were already whispering to each other and laughing. She tried not to think about how much she must have revealed to them and acted like nothing had happened when she walked over to Amy's seat and handed her the pen. "There you go, Amy. Please be careful and don't do that again." She said, almost pleadingly. "Now quiet please everyone, and turn to page..." "Why did you do that?" Karen asked Amy when the class was over, "did they make you do it? Listen, we don't have to..." "Please, Miss Johnson," Amy interrupted her, "we're not allowed to talk except in class. Mr Simpson wants to see you in his office right after school." And with these words she ran off. Karen's hand was trembling slightly when she knocked on Mark's door. Before coming she had first gone to the ladies' room to take her panties off, but now she wasn't really sure if this would be able to fool him, and she dared not think about the consequences if it failed. Her fear seemed to be confirmed immediately. Mark greeted her like he would greet a student in trouble. He let her in and made her wait standing in front of his desk while he finished marking some homework. Finally he stopped, leaned back on his chair and looked at her. "Nice skirt," said Mark teasingly. Karen blushed. "Have you forgotten all your manners, slut? What do you say when people give you a compliment?" "Th-thank you..." "Your manners, slut!" Mark said sternly as he suddenly slapped Karen's thigh with a wooden ruler. "Ouch!" Karen flinched, and Mark hit her again. "Listen, slut! When you talk to me, you always refer to me as 'sir'! And when I give you the punishment that you deserve, you stand still to take it or you'll get more! Is that clear?" "Oh, yes, yes, s-sir." Mark sat back and eyed the young woman as she rubbed the red welts on her thighs. "So you have done as you're told and come to school without your bra and panties, slut?" he asked. "Y-yes, sir," Karen stammered. "Show me." Biting her lip, Karen raised her skirt and let Mark have a clear view of her pussy. "Good," Mark said. "And did your students get a good look at your pussy today?" Karen was speechless. "No..." finally she answered, almost whispering. Now she really felt like a naughty girl caught by her teacher. "What did you say?" Mark asked in a threatening voice. "I-I'm sorry s-sir.... I have w-worn my panties during the day..." "Say that again, you worthless slut!" "Please, I'm sorry!" Karen dropped down on her knees, frightened. "I just couldn't do it, please!" "I told you to do everything I say! And you have not only disobeyed me but also lied to me about it! So you want me to give your tapes and photos out, right?" "No, please! Don't!" Karen pleaded, "I'll do anything! Just don't give those tapes away!" "You'll do anything? You didn't even do one simple thing that I asked!" "Please! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Punish me! Just don't give those tapes away!" Hearing those words and seeing Karen on her hands and knees, Mark smiled. Her reactions were exactly as they had hoped. "You bet you need to be punished. You've got some serious lessons waiting for you, slut!" "Now, you take these keys and go to storeroom one behind the gym and wait for me," Mark began. "When you get there, take off your clothes and get down on your knees and wait. Is that clear?" "Y-yes, sir." "One more thing. I find the weather today rather nice. Don't you just love breezy weather, slut?" "Y-yes, sir," Karen answered, somewhat puzzled. "Good. Now when you go to the gym, you'll walk right across the playground, and keep your hands down all the time. If the wind blows up your skirt, you'll not try to cover it with your hands, understood?" "Oh please...Ouch!" Karen's protest was immediately cut short by a slap on her thighs by the ruler. "Understood?" "Oh y-yes, sir." Karen's heart was pounding in her chest when she walked across the playground to the gym. Fortunately, the wind was not as strong as she had feared, and her skirt didn't get blown up. But still, she couldn't walk too fast for fear that her skirt would be raised, and as a result the few students who were still hanging around after school all got a good look at her legs. What's worst, she was sure that they could see the bright red welts left by the ruler on her thighs. When she finally reached the gym, she walked quickly to the storerooms and, after checking that no student was following her, she entered the first storeroom and closed the door behind her. The camera and the videocam were still there, reminding her of her ordeal yesterday. Blushing with shame, she quickly took off her clothes, knelt down and waited. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----