les histoires de chrislebo

"Just cover me up now! You mustn't see my body like this its ***********. Stop looking at your teachers breasts." Lara felt so humiliated she didn't know what to say with words falling from her lips without thought. "Get away from me now. Don't get any closer. Brian, please just throw my towel over me, please." It was even more humiliating to see Brian looking at her for he had an innocent crush on her.

"It's wrong for you to see your teacher naked. You must let me go. You little **** John, what have you done? Think this through, your in trouble now, big trouble."

"Well if we are then so are you teacher. Miss Catallina, Miss Tease more like! Look at your nipples they are growing like Pinocchio's nose."

"Please John you shouldn't be looking at your teachers nipples. Don't you dare touch me! Ouch. That hurt." She said.

John pinched her other nipple and began rubbing the sore nipple between his fingers. "You can have them when I'm finished." John told Clive.

Lara saw Clive sink to his knees and gasped with shock, as much with the thought he was taking a close look at her pussy, as at the sudden twist of a nipple.

"Her pussy has been shaved John." Clive said, as though they didn't know already.

"Why do you do that Miss?" Clive asked.

She could feel his breath on her lips, he was so close, and they were reacting to the stimulation despite hating what was happening. "I. I have to, to wear a bikini." She said. "Please stop it now, please. I'm your teacher not some pet project."

"You can see everything down here John. She is all wet I think she is opening up to pee. You had better stand back." Clive warned his friend.

"No Clive. It's what you're doing to me. My body can't help it. You must stop now, please! I beg you to stop, please!"

Lara felt Clive rub a finger across her lips. The *********** of becoming wet in front of her students was appalling. She thought she might feint but what might they do to her then. At least there was a chance of holding off the others if she found the right words.

They were just standing there staring at her and what these two were doing to her. Her body was opening up to them, how could it let her down so badly? She had been in some difficult situations before when teasing a man but this was too awful to tolerate.

"That's enough! Back away from her, now!" Brian said. He couldn't stand it any more. He had fallen head over heels for this teacher and couldn't bear to watch her being tormented.

"What are you going to do about it Brian?"

Brian thumped John in the stomach, hard. John doubled up in pain and the others backed away. Brian slipped the rope off the bunk and she fell into his arms. He half carried her out of the main cabin to her room.

"Thank you Brian. Thank you so much." She whispered. She was shaking, trembling from the ordeal. "Hold me tight will you."

He didn't need telling twice. He still had a hold helping her stand only now he engulfed her in a tight embrace.

"I shall reward you for that rescue. I really will." She laid her head on his shoulder surprised at his strength.

"A kiss please." He said.

She smiled at him. "What? Oh! I'm not sure after all I'm your teacher Brian, I shouldn't. Yes a little kiss. You deserve that."

He held her tight and kissed her.

She tried to push him away but he was too strong. "No, Brian! You can't put you tongue in your teachers mouth."

"I dreamt of kissing you. When I was rubbing oil into your back I wanted to hold you." He said.

"I shouldn't have let you do that it was foolish. I didn't realise I was teasing you so much. I'm your teacher, I have responsibilities. I. OK. Just this once you can kiss me properly. It is only fair as my saviour." She whispered.

She opened her mouth to him allowing a tentative exploration with his tongue. It felt good. Then it began to feel as though he were taking her, that his tongue was a penis and her mouth a vagina and it was turning her on. She became self-conscious only too aware of her nakedness.

"No, Brian. That's enough. No more, please. I can't stand it. It's all been so humiliating. I'm sorry; you must let me go so I can get dressed." She whispered.

"I never thought I would get to see you naked." He said, looking at her in awe as though she were a goddess. She stood before him naked trying to cover her breasts with her arms looking so vulnerable.

She covered her breasts with both arms unable to so easily cover the embarrassment and humility. "That's enough Brian. You shouldn't be looking at your teacher like that. Under the circumstances it's understandable. I'm glad you saved me but I am your teacher and you are a young lad in my charge so you just shouldn't expect. . . Well you know. I'm a woman. I mean I'm your teacher and you must do as you're told. I'm not very good at it am I? Look at me! I'm standing naked with one of my students taking comfort from him." She said, with a sob.

"You haven't had a proper chance yet Miss. If you go easier on them they will come round. I'll make sure they don't tell anyone what happened. Just don't report them and you can hold that over them. They will do as you tell them. Just take it easy and be reasonable in future Miss."

"You had better go back to your bunk now. Please don't tell anyone about this I'd die of shame. I would have to leave the college and, well there is a lot riding on me making this job work. Thanks for everything." She kissed him on the forehead and he went away with a smile.

She listened at the vent and could only hear muffled breathing. After a moment or too she realised they weren't asleep. 'Oh! Hell!' She thought. They sounded as though they were doing it to themselves under the covers. The thought of them rubbing their young cocks to the image of her naked body was disturbing. She couldn't just get into bed knowing what they were doing out there.

Lara slipped on a pair of panties and a light summer dress over her head. Standing outside under the stars she contemplated what she must do. She could call a cab in the morning and disappear back to daddy yet that would be an intolerable defeat. If she stayed here she might be able to salvage something of a reputation. At least long enough to see out the summer camp.

At least she had Brian looking out for her and he could bring the lads round. She would have to go easy on them. "Yes." She sighed. It might work out.

***

The guys from a cabin a few hundred yards away were crowded around Jerry's mobile phone. "Wow look at them melons. I would like to bite on them white tits. Who sent you this bro?" Christian asked.

"Dave, from over there." Jerry laughed, with a wave of his hand in the direction of the next cabin.

"Well I'd like to meet her on a dark night. I'd give her some of my black meat to eat." Christian grinned.

"Well she's over there now, bro. Why don't you invite her over?" Jerry asked sarcastically.

"What are you talking about? There's no hot woman around here. Not with a hot body like that there aint. I would have had them by now for sure. Have you noticed any hot girls knocking at the door begging for me? No. There's nothing around here guys."

"Take a look. She's in their cabin. Look behind her. You can see that book guy, the one who's always reading in the canteen. The bunk she's standing by. It's the same as ours."

"Yea, your right. I recognise her face too. She's a teacher. Why is she just standing there, naked, letting them see her like that, she must be a slut?"

"Maybe they have her ********** or something. I don't know."

"Well let's go over there and find out. We can look through the window and check it out. It might be some kind of trick though, so, be careful guys."

They climbed out of the window and made their way through the woods. They thought they were being quiet but they were inner city black eighteen year olds and hadn't a clue about the wild country.

***

Lara was standing alone trying to come to terms with the evening's events. It had been quit a shock to find these young lads so strong and interested in her. When she was eighteen she had been just a gorgy girl. This was no longer true at all. She knew she was hot, she had been told enough times. It just wasn't something she had got used to yet.

She definitely wouldn't want to go through that degrading ordeal again. She would dress more modestly and not flirt with anyone ever again. It had taught her a hard lesson. She stood there quietly with arms wrapped around her body listening to a favourite tape of Sarah McLachlan for comfort.

Remembering them looking at her body stripped naked was appalling. She couldn't protect it from their eager eyes with her wrists tied up. It had been so awful, so humiliating. In a trance she heard nothing, no longer a part of the space around her.

Lara was startled by something behind her. Before she could react a hand went around her mouth and neck. Already on edge and light headed she fainted in shock collapsing to the ground.

"What have you done Christian? You've killed a teacher, guy." Jerry whispered.

"No she's breathing. Change of plan guys, we take her back with us."

"We can't get her back there. She'll scream or something. How will we get her back through the window?" One of the others pointed out.

"OK. Take her back to the fort then." Christian said. They carried her limp body deeper into the woods away from the cabins. They made plenty of noise in the dark but there was no one to hear.

She came to twisting her head from side to side. Where was she? What was happening? She looked up and in the firelight saw her hands were tied to a post. Lara became aware of figures silhouetted in the darkness. The brats had taken her to their fort. Where was Brian? Why hadn't he stopped them or at least warned her?

She knew each of the groups had a fort in the woods but had never seen them. She had kept away from the other teachers preferring to sunbath at their own cabin. This was going to be another threat as their way of telling her to join in the group activities. Well this time she would give in and tell them tomorrow it would all be different. 'This is obviously my group's fort.' She thought wrongly.

Lara squinted into the shadows wondering where Brian was. For a moment she thought her group of students were wearing masks unable to see them properly. One of them came closer and she saw it wasn't John; it wasn't someone from her group at all.

"What are you doing?" She shouted. "You'll get into trouble for this. Untie me and I'll tell no one. Just untie me now! What's the name of your principle?" She shouted in outrage. A little part of her wanted to break down in hysterical laughter at the ridiculousness of being tied up twice in one night.

As they came closer she saw they were a ruff gang from an inner city college. These black guys were all looking at her as though she were dinner. Or at least one of them was while the others were a little nervous. They seemed to be wondering what to do with her now they had her.

One thing she knew for certain they wanted to see teachers' breasts. They were hers; no one was going to see them. 'Well,' she thought. 'I'll just have to talk them out of playing around like nasty creatures.' Lara should have learnt her lesson and shouldn't have become angry and shouted at them.

"You don't have the upper hand now Miss rich school teacher. You're just a white piece of ass. We saw you standing naked before your guys. We know that's against the rules and you do to."

Inside she nearly died with shame. "That was a mistake. They were naughty young men and I told them off. My towel slipped off, I didn't do it on purpose." She said. Feeling so bad about these lads knowing what happened she didn't think about how they knew. She was busy trying to cover up, trying to minimise the damage and repair her reputation.

"We have here a piece of white trash guys." Christian said to his friends. "She is so hot to trot she shows her naked ass to anyone who's near. I bet you weren't satisfied by those white guys, were you teacher."

She interrupted him saying. "No! I mean they didn't touch me. I covered myself up. It was nothing like that. You're just being rude! Now cut me down and behave yourself." She demanded. She was gasping for breath with her heart beating so fast she thought it would burst.

She hoped their teachers turned up soon. Surely they must be wondering where these students had got to. Where was Brian and her team? Would he find her missing from the cabin and come out here looking for her or was he fast a***** in his bunk? She didn't think he would be able to ***** after seeing his teacher naked and his friends teasing and playing with her. On the other hand she hoped her little saviour wouldn't find out for she would die of shame if he saw her like this.

She looked down in ******** trying to hide her face in her long auburn hair. "Hell! Why didn't I wear a bra?" She whispered. Both nipples were straining at the thin material of the dress showing through hard and erect. She looked up at the lads. They were closer now staring at them. The look in their eyes made her feel as if they were licking their lips at the thought of seeing a pair of delicious firm breasts.

Christian stepped close and brought his hand up to a nipple. Through the thin fabric she felt the touch so finely it hurt. It was just the brush of his hand that caught a nipple but the thought of this lad touching it was upsetting.

"Stop that this minute. You can't do that to me I'm a teacher not some cheap woman from your neighbourhood." She said. The moment the words left her lips she was sorry to have uttered them. It was too late now they couldn't be taken back.

"Well that's not nice teacher. What's so high and mighty about you're white ass. Yo a woman aint you? What's so different about yo tits teacher?" Jerry spat at her.

"OK! We had better check them out Jerry. Lets see what's so special about yours teacher lady."

His hand cupped a breast then the other. He weighed them in both hands pushing them up and down. The others laughed asking for more.

Lara strained at the rope binding her to the post. The agony of having this young lad playing with her breasts was so humiliating she wanted to scream. The only thing stopping her was the thought of bringing the other teachers here. They wanted to see her breasts and if she didn't say something to stop them they might pull them out.

Lara wished she had at least worn a bra. In the dark outside her cabin no one could see but here they could. The outline of her breasts was too clear even with just the firelight. She couldn't take her eyes off those hands pushing and pulling, rolling them around inside the dress.

"Please! Stop it. That's so bad. You mustn't do that to a teacher. You know it's wrong you should show me respect." She tried to appeal to him.

"Tell me what's so wrong teacher because it sure feels nice to me! I'm just giving you a nice massage. What am I doing to you teacher? Tell me." He said while pinching a nipple.

"Ouch. That hurt. Stop it, please. OK! I'll say it. You're playing with my breasts. They're not for naughty young men to play with." She whispered.

"So you just keep them for older men do you? They are tits Miss Hoity Lady, say it."

"I didn't mean that. They're not just for men to play with. They are mine; please leave them alone, please! No I don't mean I can play with them either. Alright I'll say it. They are teachers white tits. You're playing with teachers white tits. Please stop it, it hurts." She tried desperately to appeal to him.

"Stop playing around Christian. Let's see those melons bro." Jerry told him with agitation.

"No! Please you mustn't do that. You mustn't show off my teacher's white breasts, I mean tits. Keep them hidden. You can play with my tits if you like just don't. . ." She pleaded. She stopped suddenly with shock. His hand moved from a breast to the top of the dress. It was a reminder of when John had ripped the towel off.

Closing her eyes she felt the dress ripped from her body. He hadn't just revealed her breasts he had stripped her down to her panties. Her eyes opened wide in anger. "What have you done? You little ****." The words dried in her mouth as she saw them close in.

Her breasts heaved upward with each breathe heavily sucked in through an open mouth. The nightmare she knew was now just beginning. She pressed her legs together trying desperately to hide her most feminine parts from those five wicked lads. If she had been thinking straight she would have been glad to at least be wearing a sensible pair of white panties.

Trying to slow her breathing she tried to speak. "Please cover me. Just wrap my dress around me. Please! I'm naked. You mustn't do this to me I'm a teacher for God's sake." She pleaded.

"Just cover my body Christian. You can play with my tits if you like. Don't you want to play with teachers tits? I know you want to. Just don't let the others see me naked. Please, Christian!" Lara felt so humiliated from begging this heartless youth she wanted to shut it all out but had to plead with him to prevent something more dreadful happening.

"**** guy, your good. She's begging you to play with her melons."

She tried to tell them it wasn't what she meant. She wanted them to stop but giving them something they wanted might get the dress back. She just couldn't find the right words to stop them.

"I saw her that first day on camp." Jerry said. He was standing so close she could feel his breath on her nipples; it tickling them doing something awful to her. "I wanted to see this white teacher's hot body then. Didn't think it would happen, bro. No way. This teachers hot man." Jerry said to Christian.

Lara watched in trepidation as Jerry took a nipple between his fingers and pulled both breasts up almost under her chin. She whimpered trying not to scream. He let them bounce for his friends to laugh at.

She looked away and thought for a moment she was hallucinating. There it was again, a face perched upon the forts fence looking down at her. In the light of the fire she could see it was Brian.

She dropped her head in shame. This nice young man had a crush on her and he could see these terrible guys ********* her. How could he help her against five of them? They probably had knives too.

She didn't want to but she had to look back up at him. She shook her head meaning for him to stay where he was, warning him not to interfere. She didn't want him to see this it was too shameful. That nice young man was watching his nice teacher stripped and ********.

Christian pulled his friend away from her and she thought the others were going to have a go at her breasts. She drew in a breath of fear watching his fingers tighten on her panties. "No!" She said. "Just play with my breasts. The others haven't had a go yet."

She looked across at the other guys crowded around her. "You want to play with teachers breasts don't you? Look at my nice white teachers' breasts. They are lovely aren't they? Just play with them." She pleaded. Her voice sounded pathetic even to her. There hadn't been a shred of respect from the beginning and now they looked at her with contempt.

How could she beg them to play with her breasts it was so stupid. The agony of ******** at those words was painful yet she couldn't think what to say to save her self. "Just play with my breasts then let me go." She cried in shame.

Catching sight of Brian watching her plead with these terrible youths ****** off the appalling words. How could she be saying this? It was only in desperation she told herself, just to distract them. Perhaps they might fight amongst themselves and forget about her panties.

"Look at this, guys. I have my hand in teachers' panties and she is already pleading with me to play with her tits." Christian boasted.

"Please don't do this to me. Please!" She cried.

"Playing with your tits has got you going hasn't it teacher?"

"No! I'm not like that." She whined. She felt his hand slide down into them and feel her lips. They were as dry as her mouth. She wasn't excited she was afraid and ashamed.

He was angry that he hadn't excited her and ripped the panties off. They lie on the ground at her feet. She moaned at the indignity of being naked and at their mercy. She was a teacher and should be in charge of these youths not the other way round it was so wrong and so degrading.

He moved up close and she felt his hard cock against her belly. She gasped and clamped her thighs together. There was no way he would do that to her. It couldn't happen to her. That nice young man Brian was watching and that made it all the more unbearable.

She was pleased with the little victory over him. He couldn't get into position or ***** her legs apart and she though it might be possible to save her self through their inexperience. Men had wanted her, even craved her delicious body and she had denied them. She wasn't going to let these nasty hoodlums have her.

They tied a rope around her neck then untied her arms. She was pulled to the ground to lie in the dirt. They were organised now with a new incentive. She didn't hear their banter it was too degrading to listen to. She shut it out.

Pulled into position by so many hands about her body her senses were bombarded into **********. She trembled on hands and knees desperately trying to regain some control, to talk to them, to get them to stop.

She heard them discussing her fabulous body and shivered.

"Look at those tits wiggle guys. She is so damn hot. Teacher is one damn fuck hole."

This couldn't be happening it was a nightmare.

"I want that pussy Christian and I want it now." Jerry said.

"I'll take it first." Christian said.

"Oh! No! Please not that." She pleaded. The thought of becoming pregnant was too terrible to contemplate. That it would be with these lads was disgusting. What would her ****** say if she came home in such ********? She had to think fast and stop them.

"Please! Use my mouth. You want to use teacher's pretty lips don't you! Just do that. Just put it in there. Just think about it please. Not my little pussy you're too big. I'll do it nice for you, I promise." She pleaded with a sob.

Looking up as though to escape she caught sight of Brian peering over the wall. 'Oh! ****! He was watching her plead with these dreadful youths to take her mouth.' How bad could it get? How bad was she to do this in front of him? Had she crushed his dreams? What did he think of his nice teacher now?

"Good idea teacher. You learn fast white girl." Christian told her. He held the rope tight lifting her face up to nuzzle his rock hard cock.

Now it was going to happen she wasn't so sure it was a good idea. It had to be the better of two evils surely. Whimpering with disgust and in ******** she opened her lips for him.

They made her swing her breasts to and fro meaning to humiliate her while gaining enough courage to take her. The sweat was glistening upon her pale white body in the fire light. Brian couldn't take his eyes off his teacher's body so wonderfully naked and so vulnerable. He hated those ******* that were hurting her so badly he burned with anger.

He shouted from the path leading up to the fort. "Who's in there? You guys should be in your bunks. He rattled the wooden gates in a fury. You'll be on detention for the rest of the week if I catch you." He shouted, pretending to be a teacher.

"****! We can't be caught. Get outa here." Christian whispered. In a blind panic they scrambled over the stockade and away into the night.

Brian ****** the gate and ran over to his beloved teacher. He cradled her in his arms stroking her hair just wanting everything to be alright. She stopped sobbing and he kissed the tears away.

"Oh! Brian. You're my hero. You saved me." She tried to say more but couldn't.

"Quiet now. Lie still for a moment. I'll help you back to the cabin and you'll be safe there." He told her.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that, that . . ." She started to say but couldn't continue.

"Shush. It's OK!"

"I have to. I have to talk. I need to get rid of it out of my mind. It's bad Brian. Your lovely teacher has been a bad girl." She wailed. "Did you see what they did to me?" She suddenly asked.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that. You wanted me for yourself didn't you? You know you could never have done anything. Now it's all spoilt for you. I'm not the nice teacher you can fantasise over." She stated and shivered.

He nodded in shame hoping she didn't guess he had become so excited, wanting her while watching them. He released his tight grip on her naked body meaning to get the remains of her clothes that he been trampled into the dirt.

"Don't let me go. Please. Just hold me tight. Cuddle me nicely." She said.

"You can kiss me as a reward like last time. I guess you won't want to now, I'm useless. I can't even reward you with a kiss." She whimpered.

Brian couldn't bear to see her like this feeling so humiliated.

"I'll help you back to the cabin." He said.

She felt rejected and ashamed but managed to rise from the dirt with his help.

In the woods there was a stream freezing cold but it seemed so inviting Lara pulled away from him. She bathed her poor body in the cleansing water. She drank swilling her mouth out again and again. She rubbed between her legs trying to scrub them from there too.

Cold and shivering he pulled her from the water knowing she might never stop. "Here take my clothes." He said, trying to pull them off. "I'll warm your body with mine or you'll get pneumonia.

She let him do what ever he liked with her she didn't care. It was some comfort that he held her trying to cover her body with his. It was a warm night under the stars and she watched the clouds part from the moon. It was a grassy romantic spot by the river but not for her.

"I want my reward." He told her.

"What?" She asked.

"I want a kiss." He said gently.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. How can you kiss your fallen angel now? You must hate me." She sighed.

He kissed her gently. The simple honesty and tenderness was healing her mind. She opened her mouth to him and felt his tongue enter her. She was startled by the image of that thug about to take her mouth. It flashed through her mind and as suddenly went.

He felt her shudder. "Sorry. I shouldn't have."

"No. Its not you it's me. You deserve your reward my hero." She almost smiled. She felt his penis hardening against her thigh. She couldn't take this attention. Perhaps she never would again. No. She was a more determined person than that. She would not give in to a bunch of hoodlums, letting them ruin her life.

"It's alright. You can do no wrong, my hero." She said and hugged him tight. She kissed his forehead. She let him kiss her again. The flash of the ordeal returned and she shook it off.

"I imagined holding you like this laying down with you but not in my wildest dreams naked!" He exclaimed. "Well. Yes I did."

"Tell me more, that's sweet. I need distracting." She said with feeling.

"I wanted to keep you to myself. I wanted to make you fall in love with me. I wanted you to smile at me. I wanted to see all of that wonderful body. Your lovely body, it's so smooth and soft." He said intently.

"You can. You have." She sighed. "But not as you imagined I guess."

"Yes its better than I imagined. You mean under the circumstances. No. I never imagined something like that it was terrible." He said the anguish clear in his voice.

She gripped him tight and told him. "It wasn't your fault. I am a tease sometimes perhaps it was my fault."

"No! It wasn't yours."

He went to kiss her again and she turned away. She saw he was hurt and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I shouldn't have teased you, let you rub my back with oil. I can't kiss you just know. I will tomorrow. I can't explain but I just can't kiss you right now."

"You are still my hero." She said. She felt his penis hard against her thigh and sighed. If she was sorry for teasing him what was she doing to him now? She was his teacher lying naked in his arms. It wasn't fair on him.

She couldn't upset him, what if he told someone. She needed him to get her some clothes too. No. She couldn't think badly of him he wouldn't tell anyone. More than ever she felt so ashamed

"I'm sorry Brian, my hero. You saved me and I am so very grateful. I am yours now. I belong to you. Is that better? I was the bad guys slave and they could do anything they liked with me. You captured me from them so now I am your slave. It's only fair you can do anything you like with me. I am your slave, Brian." She said.

He looked at her with a cheeky smile upon his face. She just hoped he didn't want to kiss her again, not wanting that awful image to return.

"Do you know what I want to do?" He asked her.

She felt his penis throbbing and inwardly groaned. A distant memory came to mind about falling off a horse. A cure of a fear was to climb right on again. Would this be a reward for him or would she be using him? Could she let him climb on or would those nasty images surface again.

"I'm yours Brian. You can do whatever you like with me. A promise is a promise." She bit her lip and hoped he wouldn't want that right now or ever. A part of her wanted to be needed innocently not like that. A small voice was telling her no one would want her now. She felt worthless so giving herself to him would be nothing significant.

Her mind tumbled around in circles madly trying to find a way out. Could she ever be his wonderful teacher again? She felt his weight on her and tensed.

He fumbled around unsure of what to do. She grabbed his penis and gently guided it between her wet lips. She needed to be made love to. She needed a gentle loving kindness that was a comfort shared between them both. She knew she wouldn't orgasm but this was his reward not hers. For her it was a test. Could she bear it?

Through her mind the ordeal of those ******* teasing her froze every muscle in her body. "Do it Brian. Ride me my hero. Ride me with all your strength. Pound my little pussy, faster my hero." She shouted. She held on to him and raised her legs to receive more of him.

"Did you see them tease your teacher? Did you see your teacher being ******? Tell me Brian. Tell me you wanted me then. Did you see that brute nearly fuck my face? Did you want to do that to me too? Tell me Brian. Did you want to fuck my tight little teacher's pussy? Tell me you hate me." Lara ranted at him, the word flowing in a hateful torrent.

Brian didn't hear most of it but enough. He pounded away at her. She had guessed his awful secret and was telling him she still wanted him. He was wild with lust and she was in a torrid frenzy.

Their bodies rolled from side to side tumbling on the grassy bank and re-emerging with him on top aggressively pounding at her pussy. He was young and strong and full of pent up passion. His stamina kept him going long enough for Lara to cum. She heaved at him with her hips wanting every part of him to fill her body.

When she subsided he came. She felt it washing her clean of the brutes that ****** her. He was filing her up with his semen and she wanted to squeeze every last drop from him. With her legs wrapped around his body trying to squeeze him dry.

They lie there panting under the moon. She was almost sated but not quit free of the demons. He was unsure what had happened but didn't care. He had fulfilled a dream, more than he could have wished for. He had made forbidden love to his teacher.

He went to kiss her and again she turned away. "Sorry!" She panted. "Not yet. I think I know now what to do. Before you kiss me I need to get rid of the image of those awful brutes. I can replace them with you. You will be my cure, my saviour. You're my hero Brian. You really did save me."

She pushed her body down his kissing it as she went. Lara found his limp member and sucked it into her mouth. She sucked on it like a dummy nuzzling his balls with her chin. She sucked and licked it needing it to grow to become effective. She needed him to do this one last thing for her.

Feeling him harden she pulled back. Kissing its tip she told him. "Fuck my face Brian. Shove your cock down my throat. Drowned me in your cum. Do it to me. Show me no mercy. Please!" She begged.

Slowly at first he stroked his penis between her lips watching it disappear between them. He felt it tight in her throat and wanted to cum the pleasurable sensations were so strong. He couldn't cum there was nothing left. It would take time.

On and on she felt his cock nearly ***** her then recede from her throat then back again. Between each thrust she breathed desperately. This was a punishment, a penance and a cleansing of her body.

"You have fucked me Brian. Not just made love you have fucked me insensible. You have fucked your teacher you wonderful hero." She breathed out every word in a terrible desperate sound. He had cleansed her body but above all else she hoped he had cleansed her mind of those dreadful images. Only time would tell.

Lara and Brian walked hand in hand following the trail through the forest back to their cabin. Lara shivered, not from the nakedness but from all that she had been through that day. She had been reduced from the teacher in charge of a college group to a sex object by a calculating bunch of youths.

She had let Brian make love to her as a reward for rescuing her as well as a means to rid her mind of those young savages ********* her body. She didn't want to think about the idea of becoming sexually excited by the assault and the sordid treatment while at their mercy. She shivered again, her whole body quaking at the horrid memories.

Lara walked as though in a dream with Brian leading her back to her room. The young lads in their group were fast a***** and that too is what she needed; precious cleansing, *****.

"Thank you Brian, you're my hero. You saved me from those rough young men. No. Don't say anything. It's important you don't say anything, about what happened I mean. Promise me! Good! I'm your teacher and must try to remain in charge of you all. You're my pupil and I'm responsible for you. You must try to forget what happened between us too. It can never happen again." She told him.

Lara felt the strength in his arms, holding her naked body in a tight embrace. She would allow him this moment but from now on she must behave properly. In the morning she would have to find the strength to take charge of the group and put everything behind her. The freezing cold river had washed her clean and the walk back had dried her skin but she could still smell Brian and her own muskiness upon her body. She desperately needed a shower but that was out of the question for it was important not to wake the others. It was important to keep the whole sordid event a secret from everyone.

Had that moment of torrid love making with Brian worked?

Her ****** had always said if you fall off the horse get right back on before you become afraid. This certainly wasn't what he had meant. After the ordeal she let Brian make love to her as a way of washing them out of her mind.

She had needed comforting and told him it was his reward for the rescue. It was wrong but she had desperately needed him. It had been no lie for at that moment she had wanted to reward him and he did so deserve it.

Should she run away home like she usually did? Home to the big house and to daddy and safety. This time there was a good excuse but it just wasn't possible to tell anyone about that awful degradation, let alone daddy.

What if Brian hadn't rescued her and she had become pregnant from one of those youths? How could she tell her ****** she didn't know who the ****** was or what color it would be?

***** overcame her ******** mind while wondering how to face tomorrow and the group of young lads she was in charge of.

***

At home daddy was talking business with a group of friends. She knew them all, from entertaining them at the usual gatherings, as fellow bankers and acolytes. She had flirted with them as an entertainment from the tedium of the task. Over cocktails she would keep eye contact for far too long and smile at their little jokes and sexual innuendos.

They all wanted too see more of that luscious body which she displayed as indecently as she dared. It was always the same, someone would have a little too much to ***** and corner her away from the informal gathering of financiers. They promised the earth and more for just a kiss wanting more, too much more.

She would laugh and go back to the party to see if she could capture another poor fish. She knew this time was different somehow. They were waiting for something. Her pupils were there which didn't seem right and a class room desk too. Who invited Brian? 'Yes Brian, you're my hero and you must receive your reward.' She heard herself say.

He bent her over the desk and lifted the back of her dress. His hands circled her slim waist and roughly pulled both breasts out. She looked up to see everyone gathering round vying for a better view of her lovely breasts. She wanted to tell Brian, 'Not here, not now!' But the words wouldn't form.

She could see those men she had teased licking their lips at the sight of her firm breasts and hard nipples. What was Brian doing now? She felt his hardness nudging her anus and she had to tell him. 'Not there Brian, that's your teachers little virgin ass!' This time the sound came in loud gasps revealing her excitement.

She saw the eyes of the men light up as they realized what was happening. They wanted a better view. These important business men, friends and colleagues of her ******, wanted to see the young lad bugger her.

She could see their hardness bulging in the expensive suit trousers looking so wrong. As though on queue, Brian pulled the dress away from her body, like a magician revealing a startled rabbit.

Lara was naked before her ****** and his friends with one of her pupils ready to bugger her. 'Not there Brian, my pussy, take my pussy, please!' She was ****** to say before everyone. It was so degrading to be begging this young lad to fuck her before such important people and her ****** too.

She strained to look behind her and saw a queue of young men from her class waiting for their turn. 'Quickly Brian, fuck me, everyone is waiting. Fuck me hard Brian, pound my pussy hard.' She heard the obscene words as though it were someone else breathing hard and screaming them out through clenched teeth.

***

With a start she awoke in a sweat mumbling. "I need to get a grip. I can't go back home like this. I have got to get back on the horse and ride the damn thing. I'll do a good job and that will exorcise all those awful memories and feelings."

The bedside clock told her it was time to get up and face the world and in particular her own group of young lads. A quick cold shower brought her back to the real world ready to face it. A slight tremble in her hands told anyone who noticed it would be some time before she was completely over the ordeal of yesterday.

Lara pulled a light dress over her head and pulled on some panties. It was going to be a hot day and a dress was better than jeans and tee shirt. She would have liked to wear a bra but hadn't packed one which was not so much a mistake than a habit from hardly ever wearing one. She would have to keep out of the sun so the missing bra wouldn't be noticed.

"OK you guys wake up, rise and shine. It's a new day and we're going on a hike with the other groups. I'll meet you all for an early start at breakfast in the canteen. We will meet up in the square under the flag to plan the day. I'll keep my promise so make sure you keep yours." She told them. Quickly turning on a heel she marched out of the main cabin and out into the bright sunshine.

***

"Hi! How you doing? You look a little tired. Have you recovered yet?" The fellow teacher asked.

For a moment Lara wondered if he knew what had happened yesterday and ****** unable to reply.

"Sure you're up to a hike? Your group told me you both had the same bug." He asked, looking concerned. "If you two aren't up to it you might have to return home with your group."

"No! I'm fine. A good walk should sort me out. I had a good rest last night so I'm ready and raring to go." She sighed with relief.

"Enthusiasm, great, that's what I like to hear. Here's your map and list of names in your group. We mix the different groups up together so they learn to get on. I'm sure I don't have to tell you why. You're with Bob by the way. He's the tall guy over there. I'll leave you to introduce yourself and sort out who's doing what." He said.

Lara felt the whirl of his conversation wash over her and watched him bounce away to find someone else to organize. "Hi Bob. I'm Lara. I'm helping you with the group!"

"Right, well, let's herd them up and find the trail." Bob nodded at the group of sullen youths. "I don't intend to push them into being winners. My idea is not to lose any of them and get back without anything broken." He stated.

"OK! Fine by me." Lara said. So this is where Mister Enthusiasm had stolen it all from, she surmised. Bob looked as bored as she was with the idea of traipsing through the forest with a lot of sullen youths.

Taking the map from his hands she twisted it the right way up and pointed to the trail head. In silence they led the arguing bunch of lads into the forest. The only noise was their continuous bickering. The humidity went up and their noise went down. After only a half mile they were silently plodding along heads down looking weary.

'Well.' She thought. 'This is fun. Just what my group wanted. Perhaps some of my group is having fun with Mister Enthusiasm, just as they deserved. I don't think I could stand a gentle walk with him let alone a hike.' The sarcasm matched her mood.

Sweat stuck the dress to her body and the lack of exercise was taking its toll. At least in the shade of the trees it wasn't see-through though the outline of her bust stood out clearly where it was plastered to her body.

"Way point one." Bob declared. A quick head count found three of them missing. "You had better go back and hurry them along. If you don't turn up in fifteen minutes I'll assume something's wrong and your taking them back to base. With those three it'll be an acute case of laziness." Bob declared.

With a sigh Lara turned and headed back down the trail. 'At least it's down hill.' She said to herself. She didn't consider this a good plan. What if one of them was injured, what then?

The three of them were there all right without a sign of damage. They were lazing around on a patch of grass beside the trail. At first she thought they were gathered around a games machine but it was a phone.

"Hi, teach what you up to now?" One of them said. Before she could say anything he poked his phone in her face. Up close the image was blurred and she leaned back to get it into focus.

"That's you last night with the guys in your cabin." He said.

"Give me that!" Lara asserted.

"Wow. Careful teach that's an expensive phone. Be polite and ask nicely." Rodriguez told her. "Put your hand up if you want to ask a question." He smirked.

Lara was in no mood to play games but the photo on his phone was from when her group had stripped her. She had to find out who had sent it and wipe the phone clean. She put up her hand with a sly smile trying desperately to win him round with plenty of eye contact.

She didn't notice the rope hanging from a tree. They knew how lazy Bob was and hoped Lara would be sent back to find them and their guess had been correct. A young lad behind her grabbed her hand and slipped the loop over it. Her wrist was held tight above her head.

She looked up in a daze seeing the rope and the branch above her. He had the other wrist in a firm grip and slipped a loop of rope around it. She felt it tighten and felt it spread her arms wide.

"Stop it your hurting me." She blurted out. "Now look here, a game is one thing but you can't go round doing this to a teacher. You've had your fun now let me go. I won't report you I'll put it down to youthful high spirits."

Rodriguez stepped close holding the phone beside her face comparing the two. "Yes. It's you teach." He leered.

"No! I wouldn't do something as loathsome as that. They made it up. Put my face on another body. Now let me go this minute. I won't say anything, just let me go and we can head back to the camp." She tried reasoning with him.

She watched his hand move up to her neckline and hold onto it. "There's only one way to be sure teach." He said.

"No. Get away from me. I'm a teacher you can't do this to me. You'll be in trouble young man. Just let me go, now! You can't frighten me, you dare not touch me." She challenged.

"You sure have nice tits in this photo. They kind of stay up by themselves and your not wearing a bra now are you. They look the same to me Miss Lara. I think we should have a better look."

"No! You can't do that I'm a teacher you can't see a teachers breasts. Don't call them that. In fact you shouldn't be discussing them. You're too outrageous for your own good young man. If you don't let me go immediately I shall have you sent home and expelled from school." She exclaimed.

"But I can see them pretty well already. You're a tease Miss Lara" He taunted her. She felt this hand cup a breast toying with it. "Stop that now. It's naughty. I'm a teacher and you're my pupil, you mustn't take liberties like this. It's wrong, stop it! Stop that right now young man." She demanded.

He slipped the phone into his pocket to concentrate with both hands on her breasts. He massaged them while her eyes strained down watching every movement. "It's no good we have to see them to compare." He said and with both hands scooped both breasts out the top of the dress.

Lara couldn't help looking down at the lewd display of her breasts perched over the neckline. It was terrible to have them revealed before these three young men. "No! Put them back. You shouldn't be looking at them, its wrong. I'm your teacher not one of your lewd girlfriends. Cover me up right now! Please!" She told them.

Her ******* business contacts had tried to touch her breasts while dancing, after a few too many ******, but she had avoided it. She never complained as was always after spending the evening flirting and teasing them.

Now these young men had them pushed out on display balancing on the neckline of her dress. It was both infuriating to be at their mercy and humiliating to be so crudely ******. She wanted to regain control of them but was helpless, at their mercy.

She strained to look down at her breasts, watching his hands come closer. With the back of his hand he rubbed the nipples and pressed on the soft flesh of her breast. He turned his hand slowly over each breast, pinching the nipples between strong fingers.

"My girl friend doesn't display herself naked for a bunch of guys to take photo's. You're just a naughty teasing bitch, teacher." He told her.

"No! Don't do that. You're hurting me." She complained.

He lifted each breast in turn by a nipple watching them bounce. "They are getting bigger teacher. Am I exciting you?" He asked with a smiling leer across his face.

"No! Please cover them up. You mustn't do that you're a bad person, stop it right now." She told him. His friends were watching intently their expressions a comment of approval.

He let them go suddenly watching them bounce into place. His hand went to the top of the dress between her breasts to gently pull downward.

"No! Leave me alone. Please don't." She pleaded.

"We need to compare your body with the one in the photo teacher. You said they put your face on someone else's body. Your tits are the same I wonder about the rest of you." He told her.

His mock expression of curiosity looked vile to her. She couldn't let these youths see her naked. What would they do to her next? She had to think of something.

"Please don't do that. Just play with my breasts. You like that don't you? You like the feel of them. Just do that and let me go. You've done enough, surely." She pleaded.

"Well I'm not so sure. You're such a teasing teacher. Perhaps, if you asked me properly I might let you off. You know how to do that, don't you?" He smiled

She looked away in shame. She felt so abysmal having to ask this young lad to do such a lewd thing to her. They wanted to see her humiliated and it was so very effective she was almost too mortified to speak. Lara cleared her throat hoping this would work.

"Please. Play with my tits." She said. Her voice was devoid of emotion from feeling so drained.

"You can do better than that teacher." He told her.

"Please, sir. Play with your teachers lovely big tits. I want you to feel them and caress them. Squeeze my tits, please. Pinch my nipples and make them grow big. Please sir." She stammered.

"Everyone wants to see them so now you have. How often do you get the chance to play with a teacher's breasts, I mean tits. Surely that's enough. Surely you've humiliated me enough? Just rub my nipples and let me go." She said with a quavering voice.

Lara felt so belittled she wanted to shrink to nothing. The only thing enabling her to stand was the rope holding her in place with arms stretched out above. They feasted on her, wide eyed, taking in the sight of her breasts jutting out from her body in a deep cleavage.

"Not good enough." He declared to his friends. A hand gripped the dress between her breasts and pulled.

The designer dress was well made and didn't give. She almost sighed with relief hoping he wasn't really trying; not daring to go that far. She cringed and closed her eyes on seeing a knife in his hand. She heard the straps of the dress snap from the strain from squeezing her breasts and the dress fell away.

"No! You little ****!" She cried out. "You mustn't look at your teacher's naked body. Cover me up now. Damn you, cover me up." Lara pressed her legs together attempting to protect what was left of her dignity.

Words babbled from her mouth incoherently. "Please. My daddy is an important banker; he will pay you if you let me go. Just let me go you bastards. I'm a white rich teacher and your just Hispanic trash." The words abruptly stopped spilling form her mouth.

She felt the coldness of a blade against her thigh. She felt her panties tear and flutter down like a butterflies light gossamer wings tickling the fine hairs of her legs. At any other time it might be sensuous only now it was frightening.

She was naked before these young thugs. She pressed her thighs together the only protection she had from their probing eyes.

The only means of escape from this terrible reality was to look away into the forest. She gasped. Her hero, Brian was there. He was watching them taunt her, hearing their vile comments about her luscious white body.

He could only watch for there were too many of them and they had knives. He had saved her before and she hoped he might again. This was so much more unbearable knowing he was out there seeing her naked, being coarsely handled by these rough youths. His crush on her was so innocent compared to these *******' demands.

She was past squirming. She hung there limp letting them paw her naked body.

"We'll keep her busy until the others get here. Phone them again and tell them to hurry. How many of them are coming over?" he asked.

"I wonder if she can take so many." He commented to his friend. "On second thoughts I don't fancy having her after them. Don't bother phoning, they'll be here soon enough. Let's do it now before they get here." Rodriguez said.

Lara heard every lewd word they said about her precious body but was too shocked to respond. "Others?" She whispered. They didn't hear her, being too caught up in their mission to torment her. The thought of others coming to join them and taking a turn with her was terrifying.

Rodriguez held her while his friend cut the rope. They lowered her to the ground onto the damp grass. All resistance was drained from her as she laid back with eyes tight shut waiting for the worst of it.

Rodriguez rolled her over onto him. She felt his hardness stab her thigh.

"No! You're *******. You can't do this to me. Please. Not that. Please." She cried from a dry throat.

"Ask me nicely teacher. Say the forbidden word rich white teacher." He told her.

"Please, don't fuck me, sir." She begged.

Someone behind lifted her by the breasts to lower her onto Rodriguez. The weight of her body pressed her belly against his hard cock and she shivered in fear.

There was no way she would ride him it was too terrible to contemplate yet he laid there motionless. From over his shoulder one of the others took hold of her head and opened her mouth with his dirty fingernails and she moaned in trepidation at the sight of his penis. He was holding her mouth ready and she contemplated biting it but couldn't find the courage.

She wondered why they were so still until a dreadful idea reawakened her senses. She had tried to switch off as though it were happening in a nightmare. The last of them was maneuvering between her legs from above moving closer into position.

"No!" She screamed. They were waiting for him to get into position, the most demeaning act she could imagine.

Only now the reality was so much more debasing with three strangers ready to take at once. They were youths, she was meant to control and direct them, yet they were about to use her naked body like some vile plastic doll.

She was terrified yet strangely excited. Her whole body was bathed in sweat. Her breasts were squashed against Rodriguez chest. She could feel her nipples swollen and stimulated. In disbelief she felt her pussy opening up for him. Her ass was still clamped tight her cheeks held firmly together but that barrier would be breached soon.

Lara wanted to cry out but her voice was muffled by his hand gripping her mouth. She would have been shocked at the words if she had been aware of them. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She repeated over and over again. "I need to be punished with your hard cocks for teasing you. Fill me up, please." She begged. The words were a jumble of sounds.

She writhed between them not knowing if she was to escape or entice them on. They still hadn't moved and she was ready. They had over come all her inhibitions, all moral values, everything she held dear in life. They had completely assassinated her self value leaving her to writhe in frustration.

As though from exhaustion one of them fell across her body crushing her onto Rodriguez lying below her. The breeze from a club swung low past her head and hit another of the attackers.

Lara was pulled off Rodriguez at the same time a blow hit his knee. Brian dropped the branch and half carried Lara into the trees. They disappeared into the undergrowth quickly trotting away.

If the three had a mind to they would have been able to follow the sounds of broken twigs snapping but they were recovering from the sudden attack. In any case they were too stunned at the suddenness of the attack to comprehend what had hit them.

Somehow the two runaways managed to stumble upon the clearing by the river they had found the night before. Brian guided Lara down into the stream and gently bathed her poor ****** naked body.

This time they were under the warm sun its healing rays drying them. Brian pulled off his wet clothes and spread them over the grass and wild flowers of the knoll. He kneeled over her holding her head in the crook of his arm smoothing the hair away from her face.

Looking into his eyes she spoke quietly from a dry mouth. "Thank you my hero." She tried to smile, instead felt a lone tear tremble across her cheek. "You saved me again. It must have been awful for you to see what happened."

"I couldn't bear it. But that doesn't matter. What they did to you was disgusting." When she cringed at his words he lifted her into his arms to embrace her tight as though trying to squeeze the dreadful memory from her mind.

"I'm safe now with you my hero. Kiss me. Kiss away the bad men's existence from my body. Please, Brian." She whispered.

He kissed her full lips probing gently with his tongue finding hers and looping it softly. He laid her back on the grass and sweet smelling wild flowers. She closed her eyes only to be startled by those obscene and degrading images. Her eyes widened in panic.

Brian laid his head on her bare breasts and kissed a nipple. She was about to tell him not to. After all she was his teacher and this was wrong. They shouldn't be lying there naked together but she just couldn't summon the energy to resist. The gentleness of his caress was so much in contrast with the rough treatment of before, it felt somehow healing.

She watched him suckle a nipple and it seemed so natural and innocent she almost sobbed with the powerful emotions coursing through her, from relief and an overwhelming sadness.

"I'm going to kiss you better." He told her earnestly.

Feeling his lips caress her tummy working their way downward she had to interrupt the journey over her body. This is not what she had meant. "Just kiss my lips, my hero." She murmured.

Again he purposely misunderstood her words to lower his face between her thighs. She felt his lips touch hers and was transfixed. His tongue explored her until she was open wide ready for him. He sucked her lips into his mouth nibbling on them.

It was wrong what those three youths did to her but this too was wrong. She must summon the strength to stop him. He lifted her hips in his strong arms to place his hand between her cheeks and squeezed her bottom. His thumb nestled the little puckered hole that had almost been so sorely treated.

"You shouldn't see me like this Brian." She managed to say.

"I didn't expect to ever again. I thought it would never happen but I saved you and want to claim my reward." He whispered in her ear.

"You are my hero so you deserve a reward. Claim your reward my hero." She spoke with a sigh on a great outward breath. She reluctantly told him to take his reward knowing what that meant. She didn't want to but something deep within was overpowering her judgment.

It was unbearable to think so many others had been on their way to take her. He had saved her from them as well as the nasty three. She just lay there letting him take her as a reward.

On feeling his hardness so easily slip into to her pussy she realized how excited she was. A feeling of deep shame overwhelmed her. How could she be so excited from that earlier evil experience?

Lara felt his cock move slowly, carefully, deep inside. He was taking her so gently she wanted to cry out. "Take me my hero. Do it to me. Fill me up with your big cock, Brian." She heard her voice fill the clearing as though someone else was urging him on.

"Faster, my hero, pound my pussy with all your youthful strength. Drive out those three evil men from my body. Did I tease you? Did your naughty teacher tease you, my hero? I deserve to be fucked hard for teasing you, Brian. " She bleated in rhythm with each thrust.

"You're a tease! You're a tease!" He exclaimed.

"Tell me my hero. Your teacher deserves a good fucking." She breathed out in gasps.

"Teacher, you deserve a good fucking. I'm fucking my teacher. It's so good to feel your tight pussy gripping my cock. I'm fucking you Lara. I'm pounding you into the ground. You're a, cum slut teacher. You're my, cum slut. You're my very own teacher slut!" He gasped.

"Make me yours Brian. Fill me up with your cum. Replace the memory of those disgusting ******* with your nice cum, my hero." She begged. Her hips played to his rhythm thrusting in time with every deep plunge. She felt the surge of his sperm cleansing her innermost soul.

She hugged him to her wrapping both legs tight about him digging her heels into the cheeks of his tight muscled bottom. Trying to meld the two bodies together she held onto him squeezing every last drop of his sperm with inner muscles. The tight walls of her vagina were clamping tight on his receding strength.

She felt his body become limp and welcomed the weight wanting to be crushed into ****** earth to become one with her.

His youth enabled him to recover quickly and he slipped to her side and pulled her onto him. It was though he was preventing her form slipping away from him, that he meant to keep her for himself.

"You belong to me now." He told her. He held her tight. She could hardly breathe but didn't care; not needing her own life when his was enough for them both.

"I belong to you now. Yes. I'm yours, my hero. My hero will protect me and in return you can do whatever you like with me. Yes, I promise. You can have my body and soul, my very life. I am yours to command my hero." She whispered demurely. ***

Brian led her back to the cabin careful not to run into anyone for Lara was still naked. Outside the cabin a group of youths were gathered and they had to hide behind the corner of their cabin. Lara crouched low with cum leaking from her, feeling so dishonored she wanted to just sink into the ground.

She thought the ordeal would never end but he encouraged her and they crept into the cabin and her room. He helped her shower and tucked her into bed where she slept round the clock until next day.

The evil three made excuses to their friends about being attacked by a group of lads. They hadn't recognized who had attacked them but the frenzy of blows had made it seem like a wild bunch of youths. They eventually limped into camp and reported to Mister Enthusiasm that a teacher had helped them back.

He didn't question them closely but moved quickly on to someone else he thought needed organizing. ***

"I feel much better now Brian but I still feel so bad inside. I don't know what to do. I need to get a pill, a morning after pill. I can't become pregnant it's just so unbearable to contemplate." Lara sobbed.

"I have a friend who can get anything. Miguel will get some for you. He has a contact at a pharmacy. He used to sell ***** and got caught up in a gang war. My brother saved his life but died in hospital. He owes me big time and will help, I know he will."

"I'm so sorry about your brother, I didn't know. It must be awful to experience such a tragedy. I've not experienced anything awful in life until now. All my life I have been pampered by rich parents. Please try but don't get into trouble. I'm responsible for you as your teacher and a friend." She said.

"No! You gave yourself to me. Your mine now! I'm responsible for your safety and I'll do it. You remember what you said?" He told her.

"I know, I remember but it was in the heat of the moment. I'm your teacher and you're just a young man." She smiled trying to let him down gently. "You need a girlfriend your own age." She told him with a sad smile. She cupped his face with a hand and made a kissing sign with her lips. She didn't want to hurt his feelings but they couldn't go on like this.

"If you want that pill then you have to promise. You'll do as I say. You'll be mine to look after and to, well, play with." He blushed.

Lara couldn't resist the look of earnest innocence upon his face. Perhaps losing his brother meant he needed to look after her. "OK! I promise. I'm yours to do with as you want. I'll obey you as you so richly deserve for saving me. You're my hero, Brian. I'm yours, Brian." She sighed.

It was so easy giving in to him but he was right, she needed that pill and he was right. She had promised and he had done so much for her she owed him more than she wanted to contemplate, at the moment.

There had been a large group of youths on their way to join those horrible three Latino youths. She didn't want to contemplate the ordeal that might have happened at the hands of so many more rough lads.

Brian had suffered watching her being ******** by them and risked himself saving her. Lara felt a bond with him from their lovemaking, or was it just sex, out in the woods. He had comforted her and now she would repay him, what ever it took.

Brian delivered the pills as promised and she renewed her pledge to him. Keeping a low profile Lara made it through the next few days until it was time to leave the camp. All the time she deferred to Brian allowing him to make arrangements with their group. They had the good sense to keep out of her way.

Lara wondered if she should run away back home but the feeling that she had somehow changed meant she had to stay and work it through. She felt that sex would never be the same again. Those evil three and the black group in the fort had done something terrible to her. She wondered how long it would take to get over it.

***

As promised Lara wore a light summer dress in class. Brian had called on the phone the day before starting school. Their conversation had been stilted for they didn't know each other and only had those terrible events at summer camp in common.

"Yes, Brian, you're still my hero and I'll keep my promise." She said. Lara wondered if she could ever wear anything that didn't cover her entire body ever again. Her hero was ******* her to wear the dress and she had submitted.

It was low cut and short but she wore a sensible bra and panties so felt reasonably secure. Perhaps it was a good test for her. Her ****** would have approved of getting back on the horse. She had always loved teasing and flirting so perhaps this was a way of getting back to her old self.

Careful not to stand by the window, in the sunlight, she got to know the class and taught the first lesson. Her nerves had steadied and she was feeling confident. The group that had stripped her in the cabin kept their heads down and behaved especially well.

The others gave her their full attention too. Perhaps she should wear something daring more often for they were so eager to please. She moved over to Brian to answer a question he had over a project he was working on.

At first she didn't get it but too late realized what he was doing. He was getting her to bend over his work book and the dress was too short for that. Lara was displaying far too much leg to those behind her. They could see her thighs and if she bent forward any more they would have a glimpse of her panties.

She looked up sensing something. The lads across the class room were taking sly looks across at her. They could see down the top of the dress, spying on her cleavage.

Lara blushed and strode back to her desk. She was going to have to be careful. Her promise to Brian couldn't be broken for he knew too much and the mistake of having sex with him just couldn't get out.

At last it was break time and they headed out to lunch. Brian hung back and shut the door on them. "Remember your promise?" he asked.

In this place, her classroom, it all seemed so different. She felt awkward. "I'm the teacher here and you are my pupil, Brian. OK! Yes, I remember my promise and I'll keep to it. You deserve a reward for saving me but there must be limits. I, know, I am yours, to do with as you want." She said, awkwardly.

It no longer seemed such a good idea but she was committed. He knew too much about her, so what was she to say?

He didn't say anything but led her to the stationery cupboard by the hand. With every step she tried to calm her breathing feeling so flustered she couldn't think straight. He closed the door behind them. There was enough light from under the door for her to see the determination in his face.

Lara wilted under his gaze. "Take off the dress teacher." He told her.

"I can't Brian. I'm your teacher and we are in class. This is not the time or place. Yes I know I promised but please, you can't expect me to..." She tried to say. "You will obey me teacher." He told her. His strong hands took a hold of her shoulders and bent her over a box of stationery.

"No, Brian. You mustn't do this to me, I'm your teacher. I'm the one in charge, not you." She whispered, not daring to make a noise. She felt his hand slap her bottom through the sensible white panties. It stung a little but nothing terrible.

She thought that was all, for it was enough to belittle her. This was the first day of her first class and the very first school since teacher training and she was bent over in the stationary cupboard having her ass slapped by a pupil. She felt so humiliated she wanted to simply disappear.

She felt her panties being pulled down and realized there was more to come. He was rubbing her bottom, teasingly close to her pussy, purposely missing. "You will do as I say teacher." He told her. Slap!

She felt it harder this time. "Yes sir. I will do as I am told." She said quickly hoping it would stop him.

"Take off your dress Miss Catalina. Then bend over the boxes." He told her.

Lara quickly pulled the dress over her head needing the ordeal to be over before the class returned. She bent over and looked back at him. "I'm sorry I've been such a tease, my hero. You must punish your teacher for being such a tease. Fuck your teacher, please Brian. Just fuck me!"

Her words came in ragged breaths. She was so excited she couldn't help herself. It no longer mattered she was naked and bent over before a pupil in class. She needed it. She needed her hero to fuck her and to rid her of these overwhelming feelings.

"Where do you want me to fuck you Miss Lara?" He teased her.

"My pussy, my ass, whatever you want. Just do it to me. Punish me for being such a tease. Please fuck me, Brian. You're my hero and deserve to punish me." She wailed.

She felt his stiff cock nudge her tight little ass and knew he was just teasing her. He pressed harder but didn't enter.

"Please, my hero, take your teacher. You're in charge now. You're the master. I deserve everything you want to do to me. Punish me for being such a slut with those disgusting young men." She cried.

He moved up and into her pussy and pounded her hard. "I'm going to fill you with cum. You're my cum slut teacher. Can you feel me inside you?" he demanded.

"Yes! I can feel you. Fill me up, my hero." She wailed. Her body was so hot the sweat ran from her body dripping from her nipples as they swung in rhythm with each thrust of his hips.

She felt every inch of his cock pounding at the tight walls of her vagina. Each thrust banged her head against the cupboard wall and crushed the boxes beneath her. All too soon he came. She wanted it to last forever but she too came with him. She lay panting overcome with satisfaction.

"Turn round and clean me up." He ordered.

Swiveling on her knees she faced him, red from exertion and embarrassment and excitement. Without a word she sucked his deflating cock into her mouth and sucked him dry. She needed every drop and milked him with a hand to his balls.

Would this exorcise those degrading acts performed in the summer camp? They had done this terrible thing to her. They had twisted her inside so she needed to be mistreated. The idea was cut short quickly tossed aside to think about the present.

She was a teacher on her knees before a student behaving like his whore. This must stop. She watched him pull his clothes together, tucking his cock back into his college uniform trousers.

"From now on you had better rub grease into your bottom every morning just in case I want it. No wait! You can get dressed when I say you can." He backed out of the door with it wide open.

'He is turning into a monster.' She thought. "Yes my hero." She agreed, to keep him happy. She had meant to tell him 'no', but she noticed he had her panties in his hand. The door was wide open and anyone at this side of the classroom would see her kneeling naked on the floor.

She heard the classroom door open and her class talking excitedly. Terrified of being seen naked by them she cringed on the floor not daring to move.

"OK! You can get dressed now." He casually told her.

Lara scrambled to her feet to pull the dress on and straighten herself ready for the class. There was no time to check much before they filed in and took to their seats. The door was wide open and she pretended to look for something.

Grabbing a handful of pens she scrambled back to her desk. She sat nervously with her thighs clamped together so awfully aware she wore no panties. His fluid was starting to leak onto her thighs and she found it so embarrassing yet so very exciting.

Again the words she had cried out reverberated through her mind. 'I deserve to be punished.' Those callous youths had done this to her. The experiences at camp had changed her so now she seemed addicted to being ******. Brian had sensed this and was fulfilling that sordid dirty need she had developed perhaps even furthering it.

Everyone had their heads down quietly studying. Brian beckoned her over and like a devoted maid she hurried over to him. At least he was at the back of the class now so no one would see her bare ass if she bent over.

"Is this right Miss?" He asked innocently.

She read from a piece of paper on his desk. 'You have my sperm in your hair. Bend over and I'll pull it out! Just do it!' She trembled with panic wondering if anyone had noticed it. She bent forward over the papers on his desk as ordered.

This was so demeaning being ordered about in her classroom but she had to do as he said for it had to be removed before someone noticed.

With one hand he picked at a string of white beads and offered it to her lips.

She hastily licked his fingers all the time scanning the quiet classroom. How the hell did this happen she asked herself yet again. I'm in class sucking a pupil's salty cum from his fingers.

Feeling his hand between her legs she let out a little whimper. Someone looked across so she cleared her throat and pointed to the piece of paper making up some comment.

His fingers hooked into her body holding her there. In any case she didn't think her legs would carry her away, they felt so weak. His sperm combined with juices from her renewed excitement covered his fingers. She felt him maneuvering for a better angle and realized what he was up to.

His finger circled her asshole probing the tender flesh.

"Yes, Jonathan." One of them had asked a question. "Oh!" Lara exclaimed on feeling a finger delve into her ass. Struggling to bring her attention back to Jonathan she managed to confidently answer his question. Another wanted her to look at his project and she told him. "I'll be over when I'm finished here. I won't be a moment."

'I'll be over when Brian has finished finger fucking your teacher's ass and pussy.' She thought, and ******. Bending forward coughing she hoped to cover up the fact Brian was working on her like a glove puppet.

She was ready to cum but knowing how it would take her she dare not let it happen. Since those bad lads had taken her she would aggressively growl out her orgasm in a loud voice of expletives.

Thankfully he let her go. Again she had to read a note on his desk. To add insult to the ***** she had to tell him out load in front of the class. "Thank you Brian, that was good, well done." Lara quivered inside, her whole stomach churning.

How was she expected to recover from her ordeal if she was to let a pupil finger her in class before everyone then thank him for the *****? What was more disturbing was how quickly she became excited by his touch.

The whole day had been one torment after another. She was exhausted from one near climax after another. No sooner had she escaped his teasing the process would start all over again.

Lara thought about how she had reacted in the cupboard with him. She had submitted so quickly and completely, he had reduced her to a pitiful wreck willing to submit to anything. How could she possibly let him get away with that again? ***

Driving to the airport Lara tried not to think about what she had been through over the last three weeks. Every day Brian had *****d her body and mind and even though she had enjoyed it she just couldn't let it continue.

He had her exactly where he wanted her, feeding her addiction to that horrid *****. She had thought it would pass but the feelings persisted until she realized he wasn't helping only making things worse. It wasn't his fault he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to her, so she had to get away.

She had told the principle her ****** was seriously ill and needed time off to visit him. The big challenge was what excuse she would give to daddy when she arrived home.

At the airport she would decide whether to get a ticket home or to somewhere relaxing, away from it all. It was Friday evening and the drive was ******* in heavy traffic when all she wanted was to be quickly as far away from the school as possible.

Every time she closed her eyes she saw those young men's taunts and that had made ***** so very difficult. She felt exhausted. Eventually she found a spot in a far corner of the airport car park.

She sat there a moment trying a yoga technique to help relax not wanting to board the plane like a fugitive in a panic. Reaching into the trunk for the overnight bag she was roughly shoved and fell into it. The lid slammed shut. "No!" She yelled. In the dark she cried out in fear. Was this Brian preventing her from escaping or someone else?

The car sped away through the car park and out into the traffic. Lara Hugged herself in a ball, in fear, knowing this must be a nightmare and she would awake flopped over the steering wheel.

After what seemed an age, but was only twenty minutes, they turned off the road onto a dirt track. She was bounced around in the trunk receiving bruises along the way.

Three lads grabbed her from the trunk and pulled her along the grass into what seemed a large wooden shed. She lost a shoe but didn't notice. She tried to squirm free but they had a firm hold of her.

From a wooden beam hung a rope and for a terrifying moment thought she was to be hung. They slipped her wrists into the ready made loop and pulled her arms up above her head.

'It's all happening again!' She thought. 'I can't stand this, not again.' She moaned.

"So teach we meet again. Welcome to our gang house." Rodriguez said.

Her eyes focused on the youth standing before her. He was short but muscular and looked strong. His soft skin gave him the look of an overgrown baby. She recognized him from camp. This was the one who led the Latino youths to almost **** her.

She couldn't speak. What could she say? From experience she knew they would do what ever they liked with her; whatever she pleaded there would be no mercy. She prayed her hero, Brian, would come to the rescue but there seemed little hope of that.

"We have unfinished business teacher. At camp I found out what college you are working. One of the guys followed you from college to find where you lived and then we planned a little surprise for you. It was a surprise for us when you didn't go home this evening. Never mind, you are here now." He smiled.

Lara looked around the room seeing faces she recognized and others she didn't. She counted six of them. In the centre of the room under a bare bulb was a table surrounded by chairs where some of them sat staring at her.

She needed to ask what they were up to but couldn't summon the strength to ask. Besides she was fearful of the answer knowing what it would be. ***

Brian paced up and down in Lara's lounge. He had heard something was planned for his teacher and she hadn't arrived home. He had begun to think of her as his pet bringing a new meaning to the phrase teacher's pet. "Teacher pet, where are you?" He said, sounding worried.

Yesterday Miguel had said he would find out from contacts what was going on but only rumors had filtered through so far. His friend Miguel was older than the group at camp but they had older brothers and he pulled in favors.

The phone rang and Brian jumped to it. "The group from camp has a gang house on the edge of town. A guy named Rodriguez runs things from there. If she isn't there maybe we can find out where. Meet me outside in ten minutes and we'll drive out there? Have you got the money? Are you sure you're up for this? OK." His friend said. ***

Lara didn't look at the two who walked in merely groaning inwardly at the thought of two more tormentors.

"Hi Miguel, what are you doing here?" Rodriguez asked suspiciously.

"I heard you had some action. Brought someone with money, you refusing that or do you want some?" Miguel challenged him.

Rodriguez looked Brian up and down with disdain. "If he has money I might let him play."

Lara saw the young lad walk into the light and recognized him. She gasped. It was her hero, Brian. Her heart leaped and she wanted to cry out to him. The feelings of joy at his presence darted through her mind at the possibility of escape. All at once she realized the danger he was in and wanted him to run from here to safety. At the same time she needed him to hold her, to protect her from these *******.

Brian unfurled an impressive bank roll from wiping out Lara's credit cards. Without being asked he pulled up a chair and sat with the money before him. Miguel had been right. The sight of all that money overcame their suspicion. With greed lighting his eyes Rodriguez sat down opposite him.

"Open a new pack Jimmy. Shuffle them Tony. The rules are simple. Whoever wins the round gets to take something off teacher; first the dress, then the bra, then the panties. Whatever is uncovered gets played with. At the end of the evening the winner of the game gets to take her away."

Lara sagged in the bonds in despair feeling degraded at the thought they were playing cards for the sport of stripping her naked. The *********** was intolerable. What was most frightening was the idea that the winner would take her away. What would happen to her then?

Brian purposely didn't look at Lara for fear of revealing his special interest in her. Though he had a chance to win and take her home the idea was to follow her to the final destination then plan a rescue whatever happened in the game.

"I'll see you." Rodriguez said. Tony spread his cards out on the table. "Two aces! Damn that beats my two kings. Ok! You know what to do, enjoy."

Lara watched intently as Tony approached her. He had a nervous tick under one eye. She needed to smile at him to gain some sympathy but knew her face was drawn into a crooked grimace.

"I'm a teacher Tony, don't do it. Please Tony. You'll be in trouble when they find out."

"Shut up bitch. He won fare and square. Off with the dress Tony and get back to the game." Rodriguez growled at him.

Tony didn't say a word. He took a hold of the hem of the dress slowly lifting it up until it was around her waist. He watched her squirm pressing her thighs together obviously uncomfortable.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He laughed nervously. He was lifting the dress of a teacher, from a different college, but still a teacher. It seemed all the more thrilling that she was from a college for rich kids. With a sharp tug the seam parted and the material ripped up a seam. The sound wa

"That's enough. Now, back to the game guy, I want this finished up quick. You can all see what you are playing for. Teacher here is some hot chick. If you win her you can keep her for as long as you want. When you're finished with her I'll buy her off you. OK!"

"You can't do this to me. It's disgusting, you *******. You can't just play a game of cards for me like some fair ground prize. Stop it now! Please, just let me go." Lara complained, sounding pitiful.

Rodriguez stood up and slapped her ass. "Shut it teacher or I'll use something harder on you." He picked up a length of rubber hose and waggled it in her face. "It looks harmless enough but it hurts. It doesn't leave marks either; very important with the plans I have for you." He told her.

"What do you mean?" She whimpered.

"You'll see sooner or later. It depends on who wins the next hand whether I get you sooner or later teacher." Rodriguez smiled with a leer.

The thought of being taken away and kept by one of these hoodlums was terrifying for it could mean only one thing. The way she had been reacting to rough treatment meant she was incapable of resisting anything they wanted to do to her. More likely she would be like a bitch on heat begging for more.

She started to squirm under the rope knowing it was useless but could not bear just standing there naked before them. She froze quit still. She felt the grease in her ass sticky between her cheeks. That morning like any other she had greased herself as ordered knowing it was a threat rather than a reality with her hero. Just another *********** she willing endured.

What frightened her now was the ******** of someone finding her bottom ready slicked with grease. What would they think? They could not possibly fail to infer she had prepared her ass for a man to take it. Her poor virgin ass was ready for some stranger to take and she could do nothing to stop them.

Anyone in that room only needed to glance at her body to see she was excited and ready, her pussy swollen and wet. The *********** was turning her on again to be the teacher slut she had become. She dreaded this state of ******** she had fallen into and these three had pushed her down into the filth where she crawled on her belly like a sow blissfully in the mire.

Lara watched the game intently hoping for a miracle, desperately needing Brian to win her freedom from these young gangsters. The *********** was unbearable yet she dare not speak out for fear of punishment from Rodriguez. What did he mean he had plans for her?

The cards are turned over as though in slow motion intensifying the agony. Brian and the gang leader the only ones left in the game. She closed her eyes unable to tolerate the anxiety coursing through her body. Eventually she had to look. They sat quietly staring at the cards. Brian's face said it all, he had lost.

"Well teacher you belong to me now. We have some unfinished business after our interruption in the woods." Rodriguez told her. He tied a rope around her neck then cut her down with a swift slash of a knife.

She slumped to the floor but he gave her no respite. Either she would be dragged away or crawl on hands and knees.

Brian watched her crawl away toward the door unable to stop them. He tightened his fists on the table crushing the cards he still held. His beautiful teacher's ass wiggled and her breasts moved in rhythm with every unsteady movement. He couldn't stand the little sobs she gave out from fear rather than from the pain in her knees.

His friend had warned him not to make a move if this happened. They had to pretend not to know her otherwise the opportunity to follow them would be lost. The other gang members would hold them at their club house until Rodriguez had spirited her away into the night.

They followed the procession out to where the gang members shove the naked teacher into the back of a car. Brian didn't want to think what would happen to her. His friend cheerily made lewd comments about her naked ass and wished Rodriguez good luck with her.

As soon as the car made its way down the track they moved off to follow. "Don't lose her will you Miguel; what ever you do don't lose her." Brian told his friend.

Keeping three cars back so as not to alert them they followed their prey through the city. It was made a little easier as the car had one red light out. Miguel kept his promise. They drove past a darkened warehouse where the car had pulled in.

Turning the corner Miguel asked. "Did you take note of which one they entered?"

"Burned into my memory! What do we do next?" Brian exhaled at last relaxing from his vigil.

"We take a look to see how we can get in there and get back out again. These buildings are abandoned so they must have broken in. We need to find another way in as they will be guarding the entrance." Miguel told him. He also told him what they were planning and Brian nearly broke down in anguish. His anger flared giving him the strength to carry out their plan.

Walking round the block they came to what must be the back of the building. It was dark without street lights giving them plenty of cover and the building showed a flicker of light from behind a boarded up window.

The fire escape was old and rusted but would hold their weight. A few abandoned crates gave them a quiet boost up to the ladder and they were on their way to the second floor.

"This fire door opens from the inside and it doesn't look jammed." Miguel rummaged through a bag and produced a crow bar. "Do we risk it?"

"Go ahead." Brian said.

The door gave way easily not making too much noise. The sound of excited voices wafted out at them making them frieze. There were no shouts directed at them. The voices carried on in the same excited buzz.

A mirror was produced from the same bag to be placed near the floor directed round the corner of the corridor. They could see a line of about a dozen young guys talking, obviously buzzing with excitement.

The two friends looked at each other in disgust at what was going on. "We can't get in this way but we could certainly break out. I'll leave it open and even if it gets shut it works from the inside easy enough." He told his young friend. "How do we get in there?" Brian asked his friend.

"No idea. We could try going round the front and joining the queue. At least you can, I'd be recognized. If you can get in I'll wait here for you. Let's get back round there and see what's going down." ***

Lara had been pushed and shoved from the car into an old abandoned warehouse. There was no one on the street to see her naked body but that wasn't something she was considering at the moment.

She had been *********, stripped of her clothes, and driven naked across town with no idea where she was. How could she run around without clothes even if there were the chance to escape?

They led her by the rope around her neck up the steps into the building. "No! Please cover me up. You can't let those lads see me like this." She protested. Digging in her heels she tried to stop them taking her further into the warehouse.

The heavy fire door almost swung shut with Rodriguez on the inside and one of his young thugs with her on the outside. The older one was still in the car. She pushed backward at the one holding the rope and they almost fell down the steps.

Rodriguez grabbed the rope and she tumbled in through the door *******. He led her past the line of young lads silently watching the naked woman. They were mesmerized by the sight of her breasts bouncing as she tried to keep up.

"Down on your knees teacher." He pushed her to the floor where she gave a little whimper at being so degraded before the rough looking youths.

'He seems determined to humiliate me. What is he going to do with me next?' She wondered in fear.

"Listen up guys. As promised I've delivered the white bitch to you." The line of young men suddenly came back to life with a ragged cheer, whistles and derogatory shouts.

"Get your money ready and hand it over to Tony. No credit. Remember the venue changes each night so stay in touch to find out where we meet tomorrow. Another rule, don't tell anyone about this without asking me first or you get kicked off the list. We don't bother with anyone under eighteen, and no one over nineteen. Ok let's party." Rodriguez shouted at the line of young men. He didn't want anyone his older brother's age finding out or the guy would take over this operation before he made any money.

Lara had to crawl past them while they commented on her swinging breasts and her wiggling bottom as her hips swayed with each movement. As she went past them they attempted to touch her but their hands were batted aside by Tony following her. Some made it and she felt her body squeezed as she went by.

Lara was led into a room still wondering what was going on. Was this some illegal party venue and if so what was she doing here. Perhaps he just wanted to show her off to everyone as some sort of trophy.

There was a big bed in the centre of the room. On seeing it Lara gave a start and refused to crawl any further.

"What are you going to do to me? No! You can't do this I'm a teacher for pity's sake, you should show me some respect. You're just vile youths you cant, no, I won't."

The two of them grabbed her by the hair and ****** her onto it. A rope was twisted around her wrists and back to the iron bed head ******* her arms above her head. They grabbed her flailing ankles and tied them to the foot of the bed with a rope around each bed leg. She lay sprawled in the centre of the bed panting from the exertion of the useless resistance.

Rodriguez sat on the edge of the bed smiling at her. She was infuriated at his insolence, at being so easily trapped, and how stupid she had been for not reporting him at summer camp. Her ****** was a rich banker and she was a teacher surely this forded some protection, some respect, from these *******.

She brought her breathing under control enough to speak. The same mistake wouldn't be made again. She would try to be reasonable and not insult them so it was important not to lose her temper, besides she was in no position to anger them. This was far worse than being helpless in camp.

"Just let me go. Untie me please. I promise not to escape. At least throw something over me, to cover my body. What are you going to do with me?" She asked, as though it were a mystery.

"I thought of this when we found out you were teaching at that rich college. I thought it would be a good idea if the poor kids in this city had a chance for you to teach them something." He chuckled.

"I sent a message round for them to bring their pocket money over to be taught by a sexy white teacher. You can teach them here in bed. All of them are ready for you Miss, all excited and waiting for their teacher. They were punctual and eager to learn Miss." He said. Leaning forward he brushed a lock of auburn hair away form her eyes.

"What do you mean? I can't see them like this. They are young men, they'll see between my legs. Please let me go. I promise not to say anything. I didn't tell on you last time did I! My ****** is rich so he'll pay you to release me. Whatever you ask, just tell me." She pleaded.

"Not so fast teacher. Don't you want to teach these poor kids? I shall let you go eventually. My older brother runs a couple of whores so I know what I'm doing. You're going to be a pocket money whore teacher. These guys can't afford college but they can afford you. They pick up a little pocket money from part time jobs or running messages. They bring their money and they get to fuck you."

"No! You can't do that to me please, please, please. I beg you let me go." She cried in alarm. She stared with eyes wide open, her nostrils flaring, not believing what she heard. She watched his pudgy lips move confirming it was this monster saying those terrible things.

"Sure, I'll untie you when we're finished tonight. After a week or so you'll get used to it and I won't have to tie you to the bed. I've seen it before, your all self righteous now but soon you'll get used to it and settle down. You'll just give in and do as you're told. If it takes longer then I'll get you on *****. I've got plans for you teacher.

When you're worn out I'll get someone else. Thanks for the reminder though. I'll contact your dad and get him to pay you out of here, when I'm finished with you. He can have what's left of you, for a price. There are a lot of them waiting for you so make yourself ready." He told her with stern look.

Lara whimpered quietly. "No! Please tell me you're joking, trying to frighten me. Don't do this. I haven't done anything to you. Please, I'll pleasure you like no one has ever done it to you before. I'll give you everything, do anything you want. I promise it will be good." She said while squirming at the bonds spreading her across the bed.

"It's five dollars to fuck your mouth. Those juicy red lips will look so tempting I'm sure you'll get some buyers for that. It's ten for your pussy and twenty for your tight little ass. I'm going for quantity not quality, or rather you are. So now you know how cheap you are pretty white teacher. You're a real cheap whore. Very soon you won't need to be tied up because you'll give up the struggle and won't care what happens. You'll just fuck whoever comes in however they like it."

Lara was stunned. She was to be used as a cheap whore. Was it possible he was going to turn her from a respectable teacher into a cheap prostitute? She could imagine it was possible. She had already been affected by what happened at the summer camp. A dozen of these ******* taking her every night would be devastating. He said she would be 'worn out', did that mean physically or mentally, or both.

Her only hope was for Brian to rescue her for no one knew she was missing. 'Damn!' She thought. That was another mistake. She had told the school she was going to her ******s and had told him she was going on a sabbatical. If anyone contacted him he would think she had run away from some difficulty as usual.

It was no use she was there to stay. She knew why that line of youths was there and wondered how many there were. It seemed like more than a dozen of them were outside when she crawled past them. How could she cope with all of them in one night? She would be ravaged by all that young virility, all that youthful energy and all that sperm.

She closed her eyes trying not to cry, meaning to remain in control with some hope of talking them out of it. They were young and inexperienced perhaps they wouldn't manage to take her. She thought of the mess she would be in if they all fucked her poor little white pussy and heaved a dry sob.

She felt a hand over her pussy and opened her eyes in disgust at the touch.

"Your nice white skin looks so perfect, unblemished, it needs some decoration. I think I'll have you tattooed. I haven't made my mind up yet, perhaps just 'slut hole' will do or something more fancy. Something that says you are owned by Rodriguez. You need to be pierced too. Some rings through your clit and nipples for a start." He laughed and walked out. ***

It had been easy to enter the battered old door where he told a young thug he had been invited by Rodriguez. The bastard had gone downstairs to count his money, which was fortunate. Brian joined the end of the queue. He counted twelve of them before him and cringed at the idea they would be in there before him.

"How much money have you got?" Another young thug asked.

"I've got ten dollars." He answered wondering if it was enough.

"That will buy you the white bitch's mouth for a blow job or her pussy." He said.

Brian just stood there in denial. His emotions wavered between anger and disgust. How could they do this to his wonderful teacher? He wanted to rush to her but knew that would just get him kicked out. His friend was waiting around the back so it was up to him now. He was her hero and he would save her.

The fire alarm started ringing and a dribble of water pathetically dropped from a point in the ceiling. Everyone stood gaping wondering what to do. "It's a fire alarm." Someone said. Pelted with vile comments he backed up against the wall.

Brian spoke up. "The fire department and the cops will be on their way I guess." He said casually. The thug taking their money and keeping the line in order swore and ran for the stairs to get his boss.

At that the others panicked and ran after him. Brian whooped and ran for the door where his beloved teacher was. He ignored her indelicate position more concerned with getting her out before Rodriguez turned up.

Brian sliced through the rope and she curled up into a tight ball hugging her naked body squeezing it hard with her arms, pinching it with her fingers. He put his arms around her to comfort her. "It's me. It's Brian. I'm here to rescue you. Come on lets go, now!"

He guided her to the door taking as much of her weight as he could. They could hear Rodriquez and his gang pounding up the stairs. Brian half dragged her down the corridor in the other direction around the corner toward the fire escape. He was sop relieved to see his friend there as he couldn't struggle with her weight anymore.

They carried her down the fire escape almost dropping her the last few feet to the ground only she had become animated wanting to fight them off. She jumped and tumbled into the dirt. A shout form the fire escape gave them fresh energy to stumble to the fence.

Heedless of cut feet she let them pull her through a hole into the street and into the car. She was free but didn't seem to notice while curled up in a ball on the back seat crying.

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Sophie was at her wits end with her ************ Libby. Her husband, Libby's ******, had died in a car crash leaving them well provided for rattling around together in a palatial home that was empty and cold without him. Libby had slipped into bad company and was ******** too much and who knew what else. It would be understandable being resented, if she had tried to take her ******* place, but Sophie had tried hard not to give that impression. Rather she attempted to be a friend rather than step mom. Being just eight years older than the girl it was difficult to take control although she had to admit it wasn't in her nature to be the one in charge. Her ******** took after her ******, in a word, domineering. This uncomfortable situation demanded drastic action and so an arrangement had been made, somewhat reluctantly, to have the young woman taught self discipline for her own good. A friend of a friend had put her in contact with someone experienced in dealing with wilful teenagers of wealthy parents. The man had agreed to take on the task of taming her even though she was out of the usual age group at twenty years old.

A one-page synopsis of the problem behaviour had been emailed to the trainer, as he called himself, and with that she felt somewhat relieved that someone else was taking over the problem. The arrangement was easily kept secret from Libby as they hardly ever spoke except when she demanded money. The trainer had emailed back with instructions not to warn the girl of the arrangement. Any day now he would call and spirit her away leaving Sophie with a few weeks of peace. The expected awkward confrontation bothered her until reassured it would all happen while she was out of the house. It all seemed so cloak and dagger and adventurous, as well as it being revenge at last, leaving Sophie with a thrilling sense of anticipation.

Saturday morning and Libby hadn't arrived home from a Friday night party, leaving the large sprawling house quiet and peaceful. Sophie had determined to make friends in the area so had joined a tennis club and was looking forward to the first lesson. Not wanting to be home when the young tormentor finally arrived she quickly dressed in tennis whites ready to go. A white blouse, short white pleated skirt, ankle socks and white trainers completed the outfit. Smart, perhaps a little too neat, but it reminded her of lazy carefree school days.

The front door bell rang. Dropping the sports bag she dragged reluctant feet to the door expecting an ugly confrontation with Libby. The sun streamed into the oval atrium blinding her yet she could see from the dark outline of a large built man it wasn't Libby. An authoritative voice asked, "Libby?" Sophie inwardly groaned wondering what trouble the little terror had caused now. It was useless to deny she lived there for they would merely return later.

"Yes?" The one word was all she managed to say.

The man pointed to something behind her asking, "What's that?" She turned to look and was confused seeing nothing there. In that split second a strong hand clench both wrists behind her back. Instinctively opening her mouth to shout a protest a gag was deftly inserted and the next moment she was hauled over his shoulder. Before she could gather her wits she was bundled into a van and driven away down the crunching gravel driveway. The gravel gave way to a smooth road surface with Sophie listening intently for clues as to where they were going and what was happening. As the adrenalin rush subsided she began to think more clearly. Trussed like a chicken for the oven she could hardly move from where she had been placed in a cardboard box. This had all been carefully planed so it wasn't Libby's friends playing a prank. Then it sank in. This was her plan, going dreadfully wrong.

Sophie laughed hysterically into the gag. The fear turned to embarrassment on realising she was going to have to explain she wasn't Libby but the ******. It was her fault as she had answered to her name at the door meaning only to confirm Libby lived there. There had been little excitement in her life so this would be something to laugh over with friends in the future. She could imagine it now, telling them how she was dragged out of her own home and the terror felt being driven away by a stranger. Being ********* was a rare situation to be in but as it was she who had made the arrangements, it all seemed so ridiculous. The trainer had hinted in his email this might be necessary but she hadn't imagined it to be so dramatic.

There hadn't been a chance to explain anything once they arrived. She had been expecting to point out the error and for them to share an embarrassed moment where they laughed at the mistake. Instead she had been carried over his shoulder into a barn then callously dumped into a stall still tied and gagged. On realising he had no intention of removing the gag she yelled and shook her head trying to explain through frustration and anger struggling furiously.

"Look here Libby. Calm down. You're going nowhere. You're here to learn respect for your elders. Your parents arranged this and I'm going to train you to behave like a proper and respectful young woman. Get that into your head right now. Do you ear me?" The tall man said, speaking slowly and **********.

Sophie shook her head wanting to explain he had got it all wrong. "It's no good I'm not letting you loose until you calm down. You won't get the pampering you're used to, not here. You will have to earn everything you get. You will have to earn every little thing until you value it. Your freedom, food, clothing, shelter, even the small things in life you take for granted will have to be earned. Your attitude and hard work will be the way to earn them. I'll leave you alone to think about it." He said.

"At least the straw is fresh." She thought. Thinking about it, all that he said, applied to her too. She had experienced a privileged upbringing as an only ******** of a rich man, widowed when she was born just like Libby. Only she hadn't the same rebellious streak Libby had, she had conformed, bent to the wind. "OK." She said to herself, "Go along with it until I get the chance to explain."

He woke her with the toe of his boot keeping back, out of reach. "You calmed down now?" He asked. For a moment she wondered where she was. The smell of horses and the straw brought back the awful trouble she was in. She nodded, attempting to look calm even relaxed.

He knew exactly what to do having been at the job a long time. Usually they were younger and had parental rights over them but this was different. This was the summer break with no one but the two of them on the ranch. Meaning there were no female staff to look after the more personal chores such as making sure she dressed and bathed as ordered. It might be an indelicate operation but he had on rare occasions dealt with female prisoners in the army so he could rely on rigid self-control to get them both through the next few weeks. In the army it had just been a job, breaking people for information. After retiring from the army he considered this was just a job, only it was well paid. He was looking forward to a second retirement with this young rich kid a last minute chore. Once it was over the new guy could take on the business.

It was no good she couldn't hold on any longer she had to let go of her bladder. In the stall she wet her panties and skirt embarrassing herself before him. "This time I'll assume you didn't do that on purpose. Next time there will be a punishment for any acts of disobedience. Did I neglect to inform you of that?" Sophie didn't look at him she merely kept her gaze to the ground while he untied her. Taking no chances he attached her wrists to a stiff leather belt then led her across the muddy yard to a shower block. "When you're clean you can dress, then eat." He informed her.

"At last!" She thought, "The gag will have to be removed for me to eat." Eagerly she entered the concrete building where he removed the belt.

"You can undress. The shower is easy to figure out. Don't forget, you do exactly as I say at all times." He stated flatly. A row of showerheads stuck out of one wall in the large concrete room each with a tap below it. He stood there with arms folded as though telling her he was on guard and wouldn't budge even if she could protest.

The sooner this was over the sooner she could explain the mistake so she reluctantly stripped out of the muddy trainers and dirty clothes. Stepping under the shower she turned on the tap. Cold water splashed over her naked body taking her breath away. She would have to bend over to the floor for the soap; there were no delicate porcelain soap holders here. He wasn't looking at her but he was there making it all the more humiliating that he took no interest in her body.

Perhaps her husband had married for money, even though he was wealthy, but her body was a prize in itself. It was a trim five foot four with firm small breasts over a flat tummy, slim shapely legs below a pert bottom. Her skin was smooth silky porcelain white, emphasised by long shiny black hair that hung down her back. Her face had the look of innocence from having had little experience of life that sometimes marked a married woman of twenty-eight.

The towel was small, rough and thin, so unlike the soft fluffy bath towels she was used to but it did the job just the same. The gag had been rinsed of her spit and even the coldness of the shower seemed to have a deep cleansing effect. Her nipples stood at attention seemingly huge in proportion to her breasts yet she didn't notice this with all her attention focused upon the garment he handed her. It wasn't much more than a sack. With her own clothes in a soaking wet muddy heap in the corner of the shower block there was no choice, even if there had been one on offer, she pulled it over her naked body. It felt rough to her skin already sensitive from the cold water. Eagerly she followed him wanting at long last to have the gag removed.

"You will not speak until spoken to. You will say 'yes sir' immediately. Do you understand? When you have eaten we will talk, until then you will remain silent. One word and the gag goes right back on. Understood?" He told her.

Again she nodded. Sitting before the food her head was bent almost in to it as he undid the gag only then did she realise how hungry she had become. It didn't matter that it was a simple steak and fries she was ravenous. Working a stiff jaw around to regain its use she decided to do as ordered and eat first, talk later. It wasn't worth taking a chance.

Marched to his office she stood waiting while he looked through a file she assumed contained the email about her ************. "Do you know why you are here?" He asked.

At last she could explain. "Yes, Sir!" She responded smartly. "It's a mistake." She began. He sat back in the chair with a look of resignation telling her he had heard it all before. "I'm not Libby I'm my mum I mean I'm Sophie." She blurted out in one long breath of frustration expecting him to stop her. "Its all a mistake I shouldn't be here my ******** was supposed to be here not me." She stopped speaking seeing his frown of disbelief, not knowing what more she could say. "Why, oh, why, hadn't she thought it through more clearly." She wondered why after all the time she had to prepare all she had done was ramble unintelligibly.

"Well I've heard it all but that is a new line young lady. I guess we had better make a call. Get some reality here." He stabbed the keys reading each digit from the email.

Passing the phone to her she heard Libby's drowsy voice answer the phone. The contact with home became so important she hardly dared to take a breath in case Libby slammed the phone down upon her. "No, listen. Just listen will you. Don't hang up. Please." In halting sentences she tried to explain the situation. She didn't know where she was but tried to explain it was a training camp and it was Libby that should be hear not her. "Please just tell him I'm you will you." It all came out wrong but she didn't think it mattered what she said Libby was still hung over. All that was needed was for him to talk to her and he would realise what had gone wrong. In exasperation she handed him the phone.

"How are you Mrs Howarth? Libby has been telling me she shouldn't be here but they all say that. It's going to be rough for a few weeks for her but I can assure you she will be returned a new person. The new Libby will be a well-behaved young lady willing to abide by your rules of the house. With experience from the many young people trained here over the years I can tell you she will be a perfect ********. Yes. That's right. She'll be here until completely, well, until she learns to behave as a young ******** should. OK. All the best, goodbye, Mrs Howarth."

He put the phone down gently glad to escape from the voice at the other end. "She seemed hung over does she ***** much?" The trainer asked.

Sophie nodded absently with a mind numbed in shock.

"Well that explains your ******** too much. Like ****** like ********." He said.

Taking a deep breath to protest she was cut short before a word left her lips at the sight of the gag in his hand. "Remember. You do as I say and you will get out of here, quick or slow. It's up to you. The sooner you learn the sooner you go home." Her face turned a paler white with frustration realising she was being gagged what ever happened. Her fists tightened at her sides as she ground her teeth, she almost stamped a foot. "I dare say you're not as bad as you've been painted. There's no one around for you to get into trouble with. I reckon we will make good quick progress. I guess a few weeks away from your ****** will do you good." He watched thoughts cross her face wishing yet again he could read minds. What was she planning? She would have to be watched carefully.

Doing as she was told was going to get her out of there so that is exactly what she reluctantly planned to do, with the carefully nurtured incentive that this was a rest from the tormentor, Libby. At first he was suspicious at how easy she was taking the regime of hard work, as she obviously wasn't used to even boiling an egg. Nevertheless he pushed her hard and stuck to the usual routine. At night after a long day he secured her in the room, as he too had to *****. During the day she obeyed every command with the occasional mistake to which she submitted to a punishment detail or gave up hard earned privileges.

The first morning she had been detailed to cook breakfast and hadn't thought she was so inept but had purposely burnt it. "Spoiling food is a shame. Do you want to lose a privilege or receive a punishment?" He asked.

Not wanting to lose the newly earned and sole possession, a bottle of shampoo, she replied. "Punishment, sir."

Without thinking about it too much he pulled her over his knee and slapped her bottom. The short shapeless shift revealed her bare arse for a loud slap. It wasn't hard but a couple more stung, reddening her cheeks. It wasn't something he would ordinarily do but there had been little of her behaviour that gave an opportunity for a reprimand. Concerned she might walk away unchanged back to the usual behaviour riled him with the thought of failure. He would have to go hard on her to get through this pretence of obedience. When she stood up she rubbed her bottom yet still didn't protest or act out. Perhaps he had overreacted, for it suddenly seemed inappropriate as he reminded himself she was twenty years old not some young teenager. Still, she was here for a reason and when she left this place she would be a well-behaved individual.

For six weeks he pushed her hard until she would obey almost before he gave the order. Sometimes it was the fact of not having to take responsibility for anything or anyone that drove young people into delinquency or maybe they were just mean. The trainer didn't care what it was he only knew this one was ready to go home. He was tired of this place and needed a break so right there and then he decided to drive her home.

It was dark by the time they arrived and as usual there was no conversation except to give orders. In the driveway he turned the panel van keeping an eye on her until the front door was opened. He drove away not wishing to meet the rich bitch that opened the door or perhaps it was a servant, either way he had been paid and was longing to go fishing.

"Well your back!" Libby exclaimed. After the strange phone call six weeks ago she had broken into her ******s computer and read the emails. At first she had been livid at the idea this woman had the gall to make this secret arrangement for her to be incarcerated into a training camp for wayward teenagers. Reading the weekly reports from the trainer with glee; imagining her ****** having to shower in cold water, chop wood, cook, clean and all the other detailed menial tasks had been a sweet revenge.

He had even reported putting her over his knee; being an honest man. This had been such a deliriously entertaining idea she had to share it with friends. The report had recommended keeping the young woman on a strict reign keeping the regime up as much as possible in case she slipped into bad habits again. Libby had re-read each report finding it fascinating that all this had been planned for her. Friends pointed out that having an obedient ****** would be a great convenience that must be taken advantage of. They suggested parties and an unlimited allowance but she had told them to hold off until they saw what happened on her return.

"Yes, sir." Sophie replied automatically. Hardly daring to think the reports were true Libby was determined to test her out. The maid and gardener had been given time off leaving space to experiment with this new relationship. "I want to eat. You had better prepare something." She ordered. The meal was simple but it didn't mater Libby was on a high ***** with power. "Fetch me a *****." Whatever she said all her ****** would do was say, "Yes, Sir." Libby decided to change that. "You will call me mistress." After a couple of ****** she wondered what to do with this new slave as she stood waiting eager to please. "My shoes need cleaning." She said for nothing better came to mind. It was a surprise that she hadn't taken them away rather she knelt at her feet polishing them with the hem of the white skirt. "You can stay there." So Sophie spent the evening fetching and carrying out errands or kneeling at Libby's feet.

Next morning Libby felt like a ***** at Christmas wanting to play with a new toy. Uncharacteristically she was up early enough to catch Sophie looking through her wardrobe. "That's OK. I'll choose something for you to wear." She told her. Sophie remembered last night with shame but after a good night's ***** the spell had been broken and she gathered enough confidence to speak out.

"I don't think." She began.

"That's right you don't." Libby rounded on her. "What do you think my ****** would have said about what you had planned for me? Being ********* and treated like that. If he could read those reports what would he think of you then? Did you enjoy bending over that man's knee having your bare arse spanked?" Libby produced a ball gag from her dressing gown pocket holding it up in Sophie's face. "Any more from you and you'll be wearing this." She said, bristling with indignation.

Sophie bent her head, all she could say was, "Yes, mistress." Her eyes had been as wide open as her mouth in astonishment then tightly shut with fear. Perhaps she could bare this until Libby became bored with the game. After all what did she expect? At least they were spending time together and she hadn't actually kicked off as usual. Until the effects of that strict training wore off it seemed easier to just go along with this unexpected discomfort.

"I like that gown. It's pure silk isn't it? Take it off. The underwear too." Libby felt she was towering over the woman hunched over subdued, seeming to shrink down all the more at being naked. Casually looking through the wardrobe she tried to think what would be suitable for this humble servant. Something demeaning was needed to keep her in place. It suddenly occurred to her. "Of course, what you need, its obvious, a cheap nylon maids uniform. "Follow me." On the floor above were attic rooms furnished for the maid but at the foot of the stairs she stopped. The young woman strode purposefully back to her room with Sophie scurrying behind anxious to have something to cover her naked body. Disappearing into her own walk in wardrobe she began rummaging for something. With a grin spread across her face Libby found it abandoned and forgotten, emerging triumphant with a crumpled piece of material. "This will do for you." She said, dropping it at Sophie's feet.

Pulling it into shape she found it was a *****'s nurse's outfit consisting of a cotton dress with a little cap and apron. Libby was busy cutting off a red cross from the apron and cap. The dress was a tight fit but she had lost some weight while away and managed to squeeze into it. The material was thin but gave a little. While she tied on the apron and fitted the cap into her hair Libby rummaged for something else. Black stockings were an obvious accessory and a pair of little girls' frilly white knickers too. Attempting to roll the tight dress up her thighs to get the knickers on Libby became impatient. "Stop it you'll split the dress. They'll show through anyway. I can't wait all day. Come on I want my breakfast." The dress would have been difficult to walk in with it hugging her body like a sheath but it was so short it hardly covered her thighs. As much as it hugged her bottom so to her breasts were tightly embraced, squashed up into a deep cleavage ready to pop out. There didn't seem to be room for underwear and none was offered anyway.

Being served breakfast by Sophie in this ridiculous get-up satisfied Libby more than the first idea of a maids overall. Having her clean the kitchen and perform every menial task thought of, was satisfying, but she wondered what else to do with her. The front door bell chimed and before she could tell her to see who it was she noticed the look on Sophie's face. Dressed, as she was, the thought of someone seeing her brought out a look of dire dread. It was so amusing to see the imploring expression that she couldn't resist.

"Off you go. It won't be anyone you know, you don't have any friends around here." She said, rubbing it in that there would be no saviour to this ill treatment. Walking back into the dinning room ahead of three young people the embarrassment was richly etched upon a stricken face. "Hi. Dawn, Paul. Nice to see you and you too Ricky." They stared at Sophie until she left the dinning room when they grouped around Libby with exited grins on their faces. "Don't say a word. Just try and act casual. OK! Just don't call her Mrs Howarth or ******!" She whispered. They giggled attempting to suppress their laughter trying to calm down.

"What do you call her then?" Dawn asked.

Libby was stumped for a moment. "I hadn't thought of that. I just order her around." Again they laughed and wondered if she could hear them. "Have you had breakfast? It doesn't matter I just want to show her off." Libby told them. She went to fetch her new toy eager to show it off. Behind her Sophie meekly followed dreading what was to come. They ordered cool ****** vying with each other to think up something that took the most effort for their servant to prepare. The dress was riding up as she fetched and carried each time the young men wondered if her nipples would pop out as she tugged at the hem. The thin material revealed the outline of her body clearly showing she wore no underwear, especially when passing through the light streaming through the French doors. The young men appreciated the outfit and Libby was put out that she was losing their attention.

When their obedient servant splashed a fresh fruit cocktail over Paul, Libby reprimanded her severally. Eager to make amends she quickly bent to the task of rubbing his trousers with a napkin, which he obviously enjoyed with the amusement spreading a contorted look of pleasure across his face. From where Ricky was sitting he couldn't help but see up her dress with his face turning red with embarrassment though he carried on staring mesmerised at the sight of her nakedness. Every time she bent forward he had a glimpse of swollen lips pushing between her thighs. "What do you think you're doing?" Ricky looked away embarrassed as Libby came over to them. "Not you Ricky. This slut. Look at you. Slut!" Libby fumed. "You need to be punished for that exhibition. Do you remember the punishment you received from your trainer?" Libby asked.

Sophie furtively looked around the room intuitively knowing they too had read those humiliating reports from the trainer. So now she knew why they had so easily taken part in the *****. She just couldn't bring herself to say a word in defence while all the time nervously pulling at the back of the dress trying to cover up the thoughtless action of revealing herself to Ricky. It had been so foolish to bend over Paul but couldn't stop from rubbing him or think of anything but pleasing him, making amends for the mistake. The training had been as good as the trainer promised.

Looking at Libby she pleaded with her eyes not daring to speak. Her face plainly revealed she knew what was being suggested and it was plain she wanted to say, "Please, not here, not now!" Wanting to appease Libby she simply answered. "Yes, mistress."

"What was the punishment?"

"Spanked, mistress." She said quietly.

"Speak up. What was your punishment, slut?" Libby asked, enjoying the obvious anguish of her ****** squirming before her and her friends.

"I was spanked, mistress." Wanting to appease her, Sophie was willing to bear the shame and say anything, however embarrassing, just so it would stop, allowing her to slink back to the kitchen.

"So what is your punishment to be now?" Libby goaded her.

About to yell out in protest she bit her lip. "A spanking mistress." With Libby prodding her back she slowly slipped over Paul's lap until she could feel his bulge throbbing tight against her belly. The little dress was up over her hips revealing everything to them all. Wanting it to be over with she felt the seconds agonisingly filled with the pain of ********. Paul was unsure but with Libby gesturing silently to him with hearty air slaps he lifted his hand for a testing swipe at the naked bottom posed before him. The sound was a proper thwack filling the silent room with its strangeness. The second was more confident and stung his hand, which he guessed, her too. By the time he had assumed some confidence it was over. His hand had come temptingly close to touching her between the legs only everyone was intently watching every stroke.

Thankful it was over she stood pulling at the hem of the little dress. Paul noticed her hard nipples staring back at him through the thin fabric, which was being stretched over them each time she pulled at it. "Ricky now." Libby demanded. Demurring from this new threat she backed way having assumed that was it. The word 'why' hung between them, after all hadn't she already been punished, it wasn't fair. "For showing yourself off to Ricky like a slut. Over." She said, pointing to the waiting lap.

Ricky needed no further prompting; he slapped the bare cheeks ignoring his stinging hand relishing the marks on her bottom. Too much Libby thought and called it enough. Before she slipped off his lap he managed to slide his fingers across her swollen lips hoping no one noticed.

"Now come here." Libby demanded. Without another word she pulled the errant servant over her lap and spanked the already red cheeks. Her ****** squirmed more in shame than pain. "That's for letting me down in front of my guests. In future you will be an obedient and careful servant. Get another ***** for Paul. No don't pull your dress down leave it where it is. We will all be reminded of your stupid behaviour and you will be too." Libby ordered her. They admired her red bottom as she ran from the room.

"Wow!" Ricky exclaimed. "I've just spanked Mrs Howarth's bottom." They laughed nervously not expecting the game to go that far but it did conclusively prove Libby had her under control as the trainers report had promised.

"Well, it's weird for me too. I had never imagined spanking my mom." Libby admitted with a shrug. "This is revenge for all those times we were grounded or made to do stuff. We can all get our own back on parents through her." Libby told them. They nodded thoughtfully though the guys were thinking of something completely different form the girls. They would like to take it out on her all right.

Paul sat in shock quietly contemplating what he had just done, then spoke up. "It looks as though you've found her a name. Slut." He explained, to their blank looks.

Dawn had silently encouraged them but now she broke in. "Did you notice how excited she was? Slut seems appropriate." Libby looked at her a moment then it occurred to her too. It was obvious. She hadn't noticed, being distracted by the sheer audacity of what they had done to her. When she returned with a ***** they keenly looked over her body only now noticing the hairs between her legs glistening and her nipples pointing hard through the thin fabric. "You're a lewd slut." Libby commented gleefully. "I've decided from now on your name will be Slut. What do you say to that, Slut?"

"Yes mistress." Sophie quavered.

"What is your name, tell me."

"My name is Slut, mistress." Sophie replied with a suppressed sob. So they had guessed at how excited she had become by all this attention to her body. It had been so long since having sex she had unknowingly grown frustrated. Suddenly her mind and body had been bombarded with overwhelming feelings from their teasing and furtive touching so now it was impossible to control her body's natural or maybe unnatural reaction. Woefully she felt it an appropriate name bringing home the state she had been reduced to.

With Libby's ****** walking around bare assed the lad's conversation lapsed every time she entered the room so Libby decided to do something about it. She had caught sight of Ricky furtively sliding his hand between her thighs but said nothing wondering what to do about it. Strangely Sophie hadn't flinched from him or indicated anything was amiss. "OK. Lets see if we can find something for this Slut to wear. It will be like playing at dressing our dolls like we used to." Libby said with a snigger. The lads were delighted on realising they were to be included, like teenagers excited at the prospect of a daring illicit game. Off they went upstairs chattering to each other heading for the bedrooms with Sophie in tow and Ricky following keenly watching every movement of her bottom.

At first she had thought there was to be some respite to the assault upon her body having heard she was going to be dressed but the *********** continued. Standing naked before the young men while the young women argued over how to dress her left her feeling more aroused bringing with it a deeper shame. The way the lads were looking at her body it was important Libby got this game out of her system as quickly as possible. Their relationship could return to the usual stand off with neither intruding into the others life and she could put this stupid episode behind her. Until then she would have to endure the torment, after all it was her fault she was in this predicament.

Her hair was spiked with gel, the make-up a heavy black with a false safety pin through one nostril to complete a Goth look. A bin bag from the kitchen was serving as a dress tightly revealing every curve of her body. The girls could see it would be a ******* for her not to wear underwear leaving her looking as lascivious as before. A pair of black platform shoes left her wobbling with every step to the car. A visit to the mall for a shopping trip with her ******** hadn't been dreamed of especially this nightmare trip. Shoppers were avoiding looking at her though some couldn't help themselves. At least no one would recognise her under the lavish make up, it was as though she could display herself while in disguise. With all responsibility stripped away she felt free to recklessly exhibit her body in this familiar public place.

"Hi, guys." Libby greeted a group of rough looking teens. Strolling through the mall was one thing but being confronted with a bunch of wild looking teenagers brought the danger of the situation into stark reality. How should she react? She couldn't expect them to treat her like a responsible parent looking like this so what could she do if they got out of hand? "This is my cousin." Her ******** had introduced her as 'Slut' to which she nervously smiled just in time refraining from offering them her hand to shake. They nodded and grunted attempting to take her sensuous look casually, not quite succeeding.

The leader of their gang had to reassert him self, telling her. "You seem pleased to see me." He said, looking directly at the engorged nipples stretching at thin black plastic to almost breaking point. They laughed and gathered round for a closer look making out to pinch them with ribald remarks until a nudge pushed a hand onto her breast. Unable to step away in the awkward shoes they took advantage of her confusion to pinch and squeeze them pushing Sophie to the limit of endurance unable to believe what was happening. Right there in a public mall where she had once calmly shopped these young men were mauling her body.

Libby intervened, telling them, "I told you her name was Slut and it suits her don't you think." They laughed loudly with more suggestions as to how she could live up to the name. One of them suggested she join them as their gang slut. "I'm sure she'd love to." Libby said without a trace of humour.

Sophie near fainted at the thought of her ******** giving her away to these rough looking teenagers. They became more emboldened by their own excitement. Paul caught her but couldn't prevent her sliding to the floor where she bumped her bare bottom. "What a hairy bush you have Slut." One of them said, which at least kept the rabble quiet for a moment while Paul lifted her to her feet. Ricky at last responded by taking hold of one arm then pushing at them telling them to leave her alone. A tussle for possession started with the younger men winning leaving her winded amongst scrabbling hands and arms being slowly dragged deeper into their group.

The fear of being hauled away to their lair like some trophy was real, made all the more serious being named Slut. They already expected her to live up to the name. One of them cupped her bare bottom in his hand a finger crawling closer to her hole. Desperately needing to pull away she found it impossible to move without falling off the high platform shoes. Then it occurred to her it was the training that held her back. These young men would order her around like a slut and she would obey. She looked at Sophie with a pitiful look, a tear decorating one cheek.

A security guard appeared out of nowhere parting them like Moses, telling them to move on. "I might have guessed a female would be the cause of trouble. Get off home before I call the cops." He told the gang. Taking in the expensive clothing and jewellery of Libby and her friends, he told them, "Get off home you four. Your parents won't want to see you taken home by the cops. You kids! I guess your parents wouldn't give a damn but I do. Whatever your up to, do it somewhere else. And take trouble with you."

"My god!" Sophie thought. "I've been ordered away with these delinquents."

Libby spoke up emphasising her classy accent. "She's with us."

"Is she really with you?" The security guard took a hold of Sophie's arm. "Well, don't hang out with that rabble. You get home and get some clothes on. You do as this girl tells you or your be in trouble."

"Oh! Thank you Mistress. I promise to behave." Sophie gushed. "I'm so sorry." She apologised, still in shock from the gangs' *********** and her stimulation to it. Thankfully they had been oblivious to her excitement.

The group laughed at the sincerity of Libby's ****** scrabbling to please. The black plastic bag dress was now ripped leaving even less to the imagination while she scrabbled to hold it together. Trembling with thoughts of what might have happened if he hadn't intervened she kept close to them walking through the mall. In a quiet corner by the entrance to the parking lot a grimy storefront loomed up before Sophie. She hadn't managed to calm herself enough to hear their mischievous conversations so missed what was in store next.

"Hi, Judy. Yah! Long time no see. She could do with your special beauty treatment. A facial, the works, give her a treat. OK!" Led away to a cubicle she was told to strip off what remained of the bin bag. The hefty woman gave no option but to do as she was told though it sounded as though she was at last being given a treat after all that mistreatment. She had always enjoyed being pampered at a beauty salon and although the paper towel over the massage table was less than she was used to the woman's strong arms looked business like. On seeing the only garment she had screwed up in disgust and dropped into a bin by the woman hardly mattered for the girls had said they would be back from shopping to collect her. Perhaps the scary gang had sobered Libby up to become more responsible and would return with something respectable.

The pain was a sharp unexpected shock opening her eyes wide from what she had thought was a light trim of her pubic hair. She had clamped her eyes shut in embarrassment when the woman, without a word of explanation, had started to trim the hair between her legs. Never having experienced a wax treatment she was totally unprepared. So the ******* was to continue.

"Judy I'm back. How's it going? Well look at that. I bet that hurt." Libby laughed smugly. "We couldn't decide what to get or what size she is so we'll have to take her for a tour of the mall. Where's her dress?"

It was held up between Judy's fingers in an arm outstretched to indicate its offensiveness, having become nothing but a scrap of crumpled plastic. Sophie looked at it flutter back into the rubbish with a look of disbelief that not only had she lost this inadequate covering she was without even her pubic hair for protection. What *********** was she to suffer next? Was she expected to walk around the mall completely naked without even a hair as a shield? Libby silently pointed to a photo pinned to the wall while looking Judy in the eye for them to share a knowing smile. The woman's beloved artistic skill was in demand.

In trepidation Sophie only just let them shepherd her out of the store with the promise they weren't going to tour the mall for clothes after all. Catching sight of her body in the smoky glass of the storefront she almost believed she was dressed. The body paint presented the illusion that she was dressed in a black leotard with a shirt over it. It was funny to think she looked more decently dressed than when in the bin bag while now she was completely naked with even her nether lips bare. Her hair had been washed out and the make up was almost normal. When they pulled up in the old down town area of nightclubs Libby had to pull on a nipple to get her out of the car. It was dark but walking the streets naked was pushing her too far. Libby and her friends didn't think so. Keeping her head bowed not wanting to see if anyone noticed how vulnerable she was it suddenly occurred to her the others weren't around. Frantically looking up and down the street she saw them leaning out the car laughing at her, a block away on the other side of the street. To get back to what little security they provided in the car, she would have to cross in the full glare of headlights and street lamps.

Taking a closer look at the surroundings she let out a whimper. "No! You evil devils!" On both sides of the street were hookers parading, trawling for men. Before she could move back into the shadows she was dazzled when caught in the glaring headlights of a cruising car. Not seeing them but hearing the raucous shouts it was obviously a bawdy group of men, out on the town worse for wear, even this early in the evening. From the comments she learnt that not only had her ******** betrayed her but so had her body. The body paint had been applied well but her labia had opened up to display a clearly contrasting pink colour. The nipples had grown out through the paint with a matching redness commented on by the rough men in embarrassing detail. She watched as though it were a movie unable to comprehend the appalling reality of these strangers leaning from the convertible meaning to haul her aboard. They thought she was just another hooker audaciously naked, obviously ready for anything.

The two young men grabbed her arms and swung her away into their car idling behind the convertible, where she fell arse up onto the back seat. Teased all day, sacrificed to strangers, until at the last moment her tormentors had saved her, she collapsed from the overpowering torrent of emotion. It was a shock that the building sexual tension had left her wanting to be taken away by those strangers.

"Did you see that?" Dawn exclaimed, as Libby turned the car sharply to speed off in the opposite direction. "The Slut stepped toward them. She was actually going to go off with them." Ricky wasn't listening to the expressions of disgust rippling between the two girls up front, for over his lap he had a naked woman glistening wet with excitement. Paul was completely oblivious to anything else while engrossed in the feel of her breasts, alternately pinching the nipples and cupping both tits hanging down into his hands.

Ricky had explored the female form before, furtively under a skirt in the dark, though never like this in plain view. Probing inexpertly he delved into soft flesh eliciting an occasional murmur of approval until learning how to maintain a constant sound of pleasurable moaning from the prone woman. It wasn't far to the Howarth residence but Mrs Howarth had reached her journey's end, for at last she had come after a day of sensual torment. Ricky wiped his sticky fingers in her hair being considerate enough not to stain the Mercedes upholstery or his expensive clothes. Sophie brought herself together on hearing the crunch of tyres on gravel knowing this was home and safety, almost. The *********** of having these young men fondling her and bringing her to an orgasm was bad enough but knowing how much she had needed it was too much to bear. She scrabbled from their laps eager to reach the relative security of her home.

Before Sophie could scurry away upstairs she was brought to a halt. "Stop right there, Slut!" Sophie bellowed. "You are just a shameful whore. Just look at you." Made to stand before them she hung her head in shame. The other three laughed at her state of excitement, partly in embarrassment, for the lads knew they had contributed to it and hoped they wouldn't be found out. "What were you doing behind my back?" Libby was looking at the smudged body paint almost erased from both breasts as well as between her legs. Sophie felt a slight stickiness between her thighs and groaned. How could they make her stand there naked while talking about her body so horribly? "It's obvious what you guys have been doing to her. From now on no touching, OK! You can look but don't touch. Guy's for pity sake you can't finger fuck my mom. It's just not right." Sophie was weak with shock for it was right she had become so depraved as to let her ********'s friends play with her body. It didn't matter that they had driven her to desperation, it was just so wrong.

Libby kept her ****** on a tight reign all week, as advised by the trainer, to keep her in the state of ********** she had been reduced to. Keeping her out of the way when anyone called, when the gardener or pool man was around, she managed to keep the secret of possessing her own ****** as a servant. The maid was paid off for Libby kept her ****** busy all the while with chores, which she gradually learnt to competently complete under the threat of a spanking. On spoiling a meal or missing something she would find herself over her ********s knee, which was incentive enough to do as she was told.

To keep her friends in on the game she would allow the lads to spank her and ignored their surreptitious fondling of the new maid. Dawn enjoyed having the one time parent fetching and carrying for her too. It was convenient to have her phone parents with the excuse they were staying over when they toured the clubs into the early hours. Everything seemed to be working out well. The checks were signed and Libby now had her ******s allowance from the estate as well as her own to play with.

"Dawn guess what!" Libby squealed with delight. "John has asked me to his parents beach house for a couple of weeks. No! They won't be there. It'll be just us two and a few friends. Guys and their girlfriends! You know what that means don't you? He wants me to be his girlfriend." Libby gushed. Dawn was a little jealous that she hadn't been invited and that it was John of all people. They both had a crush on him in school but then who hadn't.

"What are you going to do with her?" Dawn asked. "You can hardly take your mom along with you."

Libby let out a groan. Having someone dependent upon you had become a nuisance over the last few weeks. If she had thought about it the role reversal would have been poignant to their relationship, having learnt some responsibility over the past few weeks. Libby looked at Dawn. "Please! Oh go on. You can do it you'll have fun. You know you enjoy ordering her around." Libby implored of her friend.

Dawn looked at Sophie and asked. "Will you obey me while she is gone?"

Sophie had stood quietly trying not to attract attention. As usual dressed in a rough nylon maids overall, without underwear, leaving her feeling vulnerable to their criticism and punishment. This was the first Sophie had heard about this and was so pleased to hear her tormentor was about to leave she would agree to anything. "Yes mistress." She replied without hesitation.

"You had better do as you are told or there will be trouble when I return. Do you understand, Slut?" Libby growled at her.

"Yes mistress." She replied dutifully, hiding her face from the two young women in case they read her thoughts. With only Dawn here she would have a chance to shake off this ridiculous subservient demeanour. Without Libby's continuous rein*****ment of that intense training regime it wouldn't take long to get back to normal. "Oh what a surprise you are in store for young lady." She thought, trying hard not to reveal upon her face the glee she felt.

With last minute instructions and a list of chores, Libby sounded like a housewife leaving her ***** with a neighbour. Sophie just stood with head bowed feeling inadequate as her ******** reeled off directions for her care as though she weren't there. "Just go will you!" Dawn told her. "I'll look after everything. Have a good time with John."

"One more thing. Don't let her out of your sight, especially when the boys are around. I don't want to come home to find my mom pregnant!" Libby told her. The serious frown turned to laughter as they both realised how outrageous it sounded. On leaving the house she put all such worries behind her and set off for the beach with nothing more than the clothes she wore and a bikini.

Taking a deep breath Sophie prepared to declare some rules upon this unwelcome house sitter, rather different from those enjoyed recently by the young harridan. After all she had better make it clear from the beginning she ruled here. It was her home and she was the adult responsible for it.

Before she could make a sound Dawn poked her with a finger saying. "You heard what she said, Slut. You will do as your told, as promised! You will be punished for mistakes, think on that. Don't think you're in for an easy time, Slut. I'm in charge now so hop to it when I speak. Do you understand?" Dawn said, bombarding Sophie with words with the ***** of a cold shower.

Sophie shuddered under the ***** of emotional language caving in, submitting completely, to buy time. All she could do was reply as trained, "Yes, mistress."

"Get me a ***** and a sandwich. Hop to it, Slut." Dawn shouted in her ear. As Sophie turned Dawn slapped her arse as an incentive. "Some of those bacon flavoured chips too." She added to the scurrying servant.

In the kitchen Sophie was busy preparing a quick meal holding back tears welling in her delicate hazel eyes, hardly able to see what she was doing. All ideas of escape had evaporated on finding the training had become more ingrained than anticipated. Instead of making her own demands she had capitulated completely to Dawn's fierce onslaught. Tidying herself before entering the dining room she dutifully carried the tray careful not to spill anything. Watching Dawn consume the snack provided a moment of reflection. If this young woman so easily brought her to such a sate of ********** did it mean she was as vulnerable to the two lads? Was this what her ******** had meant by needing to be watched? Remembering how naughty she had been in the back of the car a week ago left her shivering. If Dawn left her with those two would Sophie's scandalous prediction come to pass? It didn't bear thinking about. She desperately needed protection even if it meant bowing and ******** to this young woman until her ******** returned.

Next day Sophie paid careful attention to Dawn's demands yet still found her self being chastised. "That overall needs changing. Follow me Slut." Dawn said. Wearing a little skirt and top without underwear was more embarrassing as it made her look and feel even more like a young sister, not the mature woman she had been a few weeks ago. When the doorbell chimed she dreaded opening it to the two young men knowing they would take full advantage of her ********s absence. To her surprise they sent her to her room where she sat wondering what they were planning hoping it wouldn't involve her.

Sounds of activity reached her from down stairs, which surely couldn't mean they were throwing a party, as they would have made her do all the work. Soon she was to find out when Dawn entered the room. "We are having a visitor. No one you know. You will do as you're told as usual, Slut. Just in case you have an idea of escape or wriggling out of here this will remind you I'm in charge." Dawn said, waving an evil looking cane around. "Bend over Slut." She said.

"No Dawn, please. I'll be good, honest. I'll do exactly as I'm told." Sophie pleaded. There was the sound of the cane thrashing her cheeks, once, twice then nothing. She had expected more, was this hesitation part of the torment.

"Now listen carefully. This is what you will do." Dawn said.

Summoned into the lounge she immediately noticed a stranger sitting and talking with Dawn. No sign of the lads. Embarrassed that a complete stranger should be included into this sorry game she kept her head down wishing it to be over as quickly as possible. "This is Barbie, Mister Roberts. Say hello, Barbie." Dawn said.

"Hello, Sir." She said.

"Your cousin has told me your ****** wants you to learn to play the piano. She has also told me you are a rather wilful young woman. It is better to get it right from the beginning so I must tell you I don't take nonsense from anyone. You are here to learn and I am here to teach. Lets get started." The teacher told her. Inwardly she groaned for here was yet another strong character determined to dominate her. Perhaps she would have been better off left with the lads after all.

"What's the matter?" He asked. "Sit down and lets get started."

"I can't sir." Sophie complained.

"What's wrong with you girl?" He said, already showing impatience.

"I'm afraid she's been caned Mister Roberts. Her ****** is very strict." Dawn volunteered.

"Well she can't play standing up." He said. . "Here's some ointment, perhaps that will help." Dawn offered. On cue Sophie bent over his knee where upon the teacher jumped almost shaking her off his lap. Instinctively he prevented her rolling onto the floor with a hand grabbing a bare cheek.

"I can't do that." He said, all the while looking down at her bare arse.

"Please, sir. It stings." Sophie said, hoping to sound pathetic and genuine enough to please Dawn. He hesitated a moment until reassured by both women. He attentively applied a little of the cream. "That feels better already." She cooed. He had little choice looking down at her smooth white cheeks but to rub it in, his hands working deeper of their own accord. Encouraging the movements with little moans they became more erotic as he found the magic button. There was no need to act she came noisily arching her back for more of his fingers.

Sophie slipped off his knees to scurry away in shame back to her room. Dawn brought Mister Roberts a large cold Scotch on the rocks, which he accepted in a shaking hand, gulping it down in one. "You had better take a look at this Mister Roberts." Dawn said. The large screen television showed in stark detail Sophie bending over his lap legs spreading wider as fingers manipulated her soft cheeks. Mesmerised by the image, hardly noticing the rapt attention playing upon his own face, he watched unable to keep up with these fast changing circumstances.

Dawn handed him another ***** still careful to keep out of shot for the lads were still videoing him with a hidden camera. Waiting for it to sink in she was amused at the expressions crossing his face from sexual tension to shock now fear. "What have you done? Why?" He asked. The picture went black.

"The video will be carefully edited and distributed to, well, lets think." She teased watching his mouth working like a gold fish, unable to find words. "Your family, friends, neighbours, colleagues, boss. Will that list make you pay attention?" She said emphasising the word pay.

"I'll, I'll." He said. Not finding anything to say he threw the second Scotch down his throat.

Dawn didn't laugh wanting to preserve the seriousness of the atmosphere, wanting to punish. He had ****** her to play the piano every Saturday and Sunday for months and here she was at last in a position of power over him. Money wasn't what she wanted but that would be a start until the rest had been thought through. As she shut the door upon his retreating back she shouted, "I'll be in touch."

Libby flounced into the lounge loudly complaining, "That was a complete disaster! He only had me there to make his latest girlfriend jealous. Your looking moody what's up? Get Slut I need to take it out on someone. Mind you I played a little subversion myself. The bitch won't be speaking to him again. Where's Slut?"

Dawn looked dolefully at her friend handing her a note. Libby was silent and still for once. "We went out. I, we were bored. We went to a club. I tied Slut to the bed before we went. How was I to know this would happen?" Dawn said, waiting for her friend to explode upon her with fierce words.

"You left her alone. How could you? I told you to watch her, to look after her. She's been *********. My mom is out there somewhere with strangers, helpless. Who knows what they are doing to her." Dawn said. Clenching the note tight in both fists she asked. "What's this about a video tape?"

"They want me to bring the video. The one the guys and me made. I guess they mean to exchange it for her." Dawn said in a gush. Dawn slowly turned staring at her with a cruel mean look. Dawn haltingly explained the trick they had played on the music teacher.

"I can't trust you to make the swap. Hell knows what they're getting her to do. In that state she can't refuse anything. You've seen that. I've got to get her back." Libby said, staring intently at the piece of paper. It was her mom who signed the cheques so there was a practical reason apart from a sense of responsibility she had acquired over the last few weeks. What would happen if her ****** mysteriously disappeared with her as sole beneficiary to the estate? A lot of awkward questions would be asked with nothing but embarrassing answers. "I've got to get her back. Where is that tape?"

Dawn plunged her hand down the back of the sofa pulling it out. Displaying a pallid smile she hoped it was in some way placating her friend.

"So where are the guys?" She asked.

"Oh. They disappeared off home last night. They saw nothing of that note, just the tape." Dawn said.

Libby was too furious to be afraid as she drove out to an unknown address, alone. In the mailbox was another note detailing another address, this one out in the country. Pulling up outside a large old-fashioned ranch house furry took her onto the front porch and up to the front door. Hearing heavy footsteps approaching she became nervous. Alone in the middle of nowhere it became obvious how reckless she had been.

"Come in." The tall man said.

Anger reasserting itself she stepped in demanding an answer, she said. "What have you done with her? She had better be OK!" She followed the silent man into a study. It's maleness shouted from the walls decorated with dead *******, cigar smoke drifted in the sunlight.

"Stand there." He said. Sitting heavily into a leather captain's chair behind a large oak desk he looked her up and down disdainfully. "You have the tape?"

"No! It's somewhere safe." She said clutching her bag close to her body.

He didn't miss the movement as well as noticing she was unaware of it. "I could do whatever I like with her. Would you care? You seem to have mistreated her over the last few weeks. There's a lot of interest in an attractive young woman. A lot of men would be interested in a compliant woman, willing to please." He let the words sink in. She seemed to quiver from fear of what he was about to tell her. She knew there was more and the fear had dried her mouth.

"You can sell anything on the Internet these days. An obedient woman would fetch a lot of money. A great temptation! Maybe I don't need that CD." He nodded at her handbag, which she gripped tighter. "Or maybe I'll take both you and the CD. Give the tape back to the friend you cheated, sell the woman and keep you as a pet. No one knows you're here." He watched her mouth open and close leaving little gasps of breath in the air wafting cigar smoke around her.

"Please don't, it's my fault, do what you like with me, just let my mom go." She wailed with a breath abruptly exhaled.

"That's all lies you're not worried about her. It's you you're concerned about knowing you've walked into a difficult position and want out. She's not your ****** she's your friends ******. So just tell me the truth Dawn." He barked at her.

Shacking with fear she tried to explain. "I'm Libby. Dawn is, was my friend. I left my mom with her and she did this." She said holding up the handbag. "I had no idea she was going to trick your friend. It's my fault for leaving her with Dawn. I'm sorry. I just want her back, please." Libby pleaded. "You can have the CD back. I'll delete everything on the computer. I won't say anything, not to anyone. Just let my mom go." Libby whimpered. Exhausted Libby sank to her knees with tears running down her cheeks.

The man got up form his desk and walked over to a bar. He fixed himself a ***** and brought her a soft *****. Helping her up off the floor he guided her to a chair. "I see. So you are concerned. After what Sophie told me, well, I thought you were a bunch of brutes. I can see how it all went wrong. Still, you need to be punished. I think a job will sort you out young lady." He guided her to a window looking out over a field stretching to the horizon. "See that rider out there? Well that's your ******. She's been enjoying her stay here, unwinding. I must admit I feel partly responsible for what's happened. I trained her. Yes, I'm the one that sent you those reports. You seem to have gained some level of responsibility. If you agree to work in the stables I can convince your ****** that some hard dirty work will repair the damage done. Agreed?"

Libby was willing to agree to anything. Still not sure what was going on she slowly came round to the idea she had been outsmarted for a change. "Yes." She said. The images of her mom being sold into slavery were becoming slightly ridiculous.

"That's a nice smile. You can both rest up here until your relationship is repaired. She has become a passable cook and you can keep the place clean. And, at last I can go fishing. When your both ready we can talk about something more permanent. If you want to stay, that is." He said, his last words trailing off.

She looked up at him as he gazed out the window at her ****** and saw something in those grey blue eyes. He wasn't the kind of man to reveal much and she was guessing what he meant. A funny feeling stirred her stomach. It was surprising to think this stranger was taking an interest in her mom and that it was a pleasant one.

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Blackmail Diary


Day 1 - Friday

Something incredible happened today; an amazing stroke of luck, something that has the potential to provide me with hours of entertainment.

Hence this diary.

I stopped at my uncle's pub on the way home from football practise. My dad had asked me to pick up some money he was owed.

I went in, sat at the bar and asked the barmaid to fetch my uncle from upstairs. My uncle's pub isn't the nicest place in town so I wasn't overly surprised to see one of the tables at the back covered with white powder. What I was surprised to see was my French teacher, Miss Truman, sat at said table.

My uncle had this place covered with CCTV I looked up and saw that, incredibly, the stupid bastards had a camera pointing right at them. Obviously this was too good an opportunity to let slip so I crept into the office out the back, quickly ejected all the DVDs that were being recorded onto and threw them into my bag.

When I got home I had too skim threw hours of footage but finally I out it - a perfect shot of Truman hoovering up a freshly chopped line of the devil's dandruff.

I've now got a great still printed out in front of me. Its a little grainy but no doubt it is her and no doubt what she is doing.

The only thing I've got to decide now is what to do with this gift I've been given!

Day 2 - Saturday

Well I've been thinking it over all day. Still not entirely sure what I am going to do though!

Day 3 - Sunday

Tomorrow is Monday so its time to make a decision.

I'm giving myself two options: for the first one I've printed off 100 copies of the still so I can just hand them round school. It will be fun watching chaos ensue.

The second one is a little more risky. On one of the stills I've printed a little message on the back, which goes something like this: 'Dear Miss Truman, please be aware of your picture on the reverse. If you do exactly what I say the only people to see this picture will be you and me. Don't do what I say and your career is over. I am in your French class at 11.00 tomorrow. You are to write your mobile number in the top-left hand corner of the white board. If it is not there you will regret it.'

So the plan now is fairly simple, I'll walk passed for classroom first-thing tomorrow morning, if I can pluck up the courage I'll drop in the note. If I feel it's too risky I'll just litter the school with the prints.

Day 4 - Monday

I went with option two!

Got into French today at 11 o'clock and there was her phone number exactly where I told her to put it. Didn't write it down - was worried that she be looking out for that - so spend the hour memorising it.

I text her as soon as I got home. 'Your instructions for tomorrow are as follows. You are to wear a low cut, baggy top. Before our lesson you are to remove your bra. You will make a conscious effort to lean in to your pupils as much as possible.'

Her reply was swift 'I can't do that. Please whoever you are stop this. I can give you money please. We are both going to get into trouble the longer this continues.'

I haven't replied and have no intention to. If she doesn't comply she'll be sorry.

Day 5 - Tuesday

The first thing I saw when I went into the lesson today was that she had an appropriate top on. It took me a little while to establish the bra situation. Unfortunately, after a while it was quite clear she had one on. She looked very flustered and uncomfortable. The lesson was a mess; she kept stuttering and was clearly distracted.

At this point I wasn't sure what to do. I don't want to go public, I want to continue having fun but I know if I let her get away with not doing as I instruct she will continue to do so and there will be no point in having had the video.

My dilemma was short lived. About twenty minutes into the lesson she excused herself and left us with an exercise to complete. Some five minutes later she returned bra-less. She went through the class leaning in to help people with their work. To my misfortune I wasn't one of the lucky few that got an eye-full. That doesn't matter though she completed her instructions and for the time being that's all that matters!

I got a message from her about half seven this evening. The text conversation went as follows:

SHE: I've done what you said. Now please stop

ME: Send me a picture of your cunt and we might be able to come to some kind of deal.

SHE: If you can assure me this'll be the last of it I will

ME: Send me the fucking picture right now!

20 minutes passed; then came the picture, her perfect little pussy, with just a neatly trimmed strip of hair. Of course i wasn't about to tell her it was perfect.

'What the fuck is that? If I wanted a bald pussy I'd fuck some tart at school. Next time I see that thing I want it hairy as can be. And by the way, if you thought you were going to get in trouble for the coke, imagine what trouble you'll be in when the police see a picture of a pussy on my phone sent from a teacher! Dumb bitch.'

She hasn't replied.

Day 9 - Saturday

I went three days without contacting her. I wanted to lure her into a false sense of security.

Earlier today I text her:

ME: What is your email address?

SHE: Why?

ME: I won't ask again!

She then replied with the address. I emailed her the following.

'Time for me to give you some homework for a change. Attached to this email is a video. I want a full review of it emailed to me by tomorrow morning.'

Her reply came an hour or so later:

SHE: I watched the video. Don't really know what to say. Starts off with two blonde lesbians, then I guy comes in, they give him oral sex and then he has sex with them before ejaculating in their mouth

ME: Did you enjoy the video?

SHE: No

ME: Why not?

SHE: Just didn't

ME: I'll have to give you some more challenging material next time then. Send me a picture of your tits

Her nice little titties soon arrived on my phone along with another text: 'How long are you going to make me do this?'

I haven't replied.

Day 10 - Sunday

I got caught smoking cannabis today. I'm having my phone and PC taken away from me for a month!

Day 20 - Wednesday

Luckily the month turned into just under two weeks with good behaviour.

I text Truman again this afternoon.

ME: I'm back. Did you miss me?

SHE: No. What do you want?

ME: I want to see how that pussy is coming along

A few minutes later a picture arrived. She has done exactly as I asked - her pussy is becoming much hairier. I text her back.

ME: Its looking good. Do you like it like that?

SHE: Its alright

ME: Keep growing it. There is a new video in your inbox. I want a review by tomorrow evening. Enjoy!

Day 22 - Friday

She text me at about 4 o'clock this afternoon saying she'd watched the video and had replied to my email. Her reply was a lot more vivid than the previous one.

'Its a German film. A dark haired girl is fucked by about 15 guys. One by one cum in her mouth and she spits all the spunk into a glass. At the end she swallows all the cum'

I text her as soon as I'd read her review.

ME: So you liked that one, did you?

SHE: This is wrong please leave me alone

Day 28 - Thursday

A strange thing happened today. Got home from school and out-of-the-blue she text me.

SHE: I'm getting very hairy

ME: Show me

In came the picture.

ME: Yes you are getting hairy. Think I'll wank one off over that

About 15 minutes later she replied.

SHE: Did you cum?

ME: No not yet. I need more encouragement. Have you got any toys?

That must have scared her off. She didn't reply.

Day 32 - Monday

She was wearing a sleeveless top in class today, which gave me an idea of how I could humiliate her further.

ME: Now you've stopped shaving your pussy I want you to stop shaving everywhere

SHE: I can't do that. Please!!!

ME: Then stop playing games. I want you to fuck yourself, with whatever you can find, and send me the pictures

Five minutes later a picture came in showing a dildo shoved up her cunt.

ME: Nice so you do have some toys! I hope you're still fucking yourself

SHE: I am

ME: Ring me and put the phone to your pussy

Within seconds my phone was ringing. I answered and could hear the squelching of her pussy as the dildo slid in and out. I listened for a few minutes before hanging-up.

ME: You sound really wet

SHE: I am very horny

ME: Do you want me to send you another video?

SHE: Ok

ME: What sort?

SHE: Like the last one

ME: What do you mean?

SHE: One with a dirty whore being cum on over by dozens of men

ME: I've only got one more like that and they don't just cum over her

SHE: What else do they do?

ME: They make her ***** their piss

Her were responses were very rapid up until this point. Her next reply was after a few minutes delay.

SHE: Send me it

ME: Its sent. Enjoy

That all happened about 4 hours ago, its now 3am and haven't had a reply yet.

Day 33 - Tuesday

My alarm went off at 7am this morning. The first thing I did was look down at my phone hoping she'd replied. Unfortunately she hadn't, so I text her.

ME: No reply? Take it you didn't like your movie?

Obviously the texts she'd sent me last night were pretty fantastic, and when I first started this little 'game' I never expected anything like that to happen, but it wasn't until I received her reply this morning I really appreciated the extent of what was happening.

SHE: Didn't like it? If i didn't like it then why is my pussy red raw right now!? I was fucking myself for about 2 hours straight. I can't believe the affect it had on me. I never even knew stuff like that existed. I'm getting horny again now just thinkingabout it. Fuck! I don't know how I'm going to go to school today!

I won't lie, reading that reply gave me an instant hard-on. But that was followed by an air of scepticism. I started to wonder if she is being genuine about how much she'd enjoyed the filth I've sent her or if she is playing along to keep me happy. At this stage I'm hoping the former is true, the thought that I am awakening a true nympho inside her is exciting to say the least.

I thought up an easy, if not quite foolproof, way to test this. Just before our lesson today I drafted a message on my phone saying: 'There's another video for you when you get home'. About half-way through the lesson, when the class was quiet, working through a text book, I slipped my hand into my pocket and hit send. A few seconds later her phone vibrated on the desk in front of her. She looked down and read my message. As she did she gently bit her lip and smiled. I was delighted.

She tapped away at her phone, sending a reply: 'Thank you. What sort is it? Lots of cum I hope'.

I had to wait until lunchtime before I responded.

ME: You'll have to wait and see won't you!

SHE: Fuck. I'm so horny. My pussy is soaking. You're turning me into such a slut

ME: Go to the toilet and finger fuck yourself

SHE: If my pussy wasn't so sore I would

ME: Fuck your arse then

SHE: I've never done that!

ME: Theres a first time for everything

I didn't hear back from her after that until I was walking home.

SHE: I'm going home now. Looking forward to watching the video. Been thinking about what you said all afternoon!

ME: So you going to do it then?

SHE: The thought of doing it is really turning me on

ME: You dirty fucking whore. You are seriously considering going home watching some disgusting porn and fucking your own arse?

She didn't reply after that but I was confident that when she watched the video I'd sent she would.

It is a bit different from the last two I've sent, it's an American film showing some bitch getting roughed up and loving it. Two guys throat fuck her, slap her about, make her lick their arses and just generally treat her like ****, while a woman behind the camera encourages them and verbally degrades the slut.

Sure enough about 9.30 this evening she text me.

SHE: Hello

ME: Hello. Having fun?

SHE: Not really

ME: Whats wrong?

SHE: Too horny

ME: Liked the video then?

SHE: Yes

ME: What was your favourite bit?

SHE: When they made her lick their cum off the floor

ME: I like that bit too. How's your pussy feeling?

SHE: Still really sore

ME: What about your arse then?

SHE: Feels good. Really good.

ME: How come?

SHE: Because i've got my finger up there

ME: Picture please!

The picture arrived. Her middle finger completed swallowed by her cute little arsehole.

ME: Fuck that looks good you dirty bitch!

SHE: It feels good too. Have i made you hard?

ME: Very hard

SHE: Can I have some more porn please?

ME: Yes you can. Choose: cum, piss or some more of the rough stuff?

SHE: Can't I have all 3?

ME: There on there way you dirty bitch

So its taken me 33 days to turn her into a porn-crazy anal whore. Can you imagine what I'm going to do with the next 33 days?

Saturday 26th November

I woke early this morning with a moderate hangover and a raging hard-on. I needed her answer to my final question.

'Good morning' I texted.

Her reply was disappointing. It made it clear that she was less than comfortable with last night's events. 'This has got to stop! You need to leave me alone', it read.

'Are you forgetting something? You owe me' I responded.

'I'll give you money, anything. Just stop making me do things! Please!'

'I don't want your money.'

'Well that's all I can offer you. I can't do anymore of these things you've made me do. I won't.'

I made no reply. It was time for action. I spent the rest of the morning creating aliases on various social networking sites. I then posted the pictures she'd sent of her tits and pussy across a number of different groups and forums, one of which is directly related to our school. I included no description or explanation.

'I think you should look at these' I texted her, along with half a dozen links that led to intimate photographs.

'What the fuck are you doing!' she quickly came back.

'Do as I say and they will be removed before the end of the day. If you don't, I am going to start adding descriptions. This is your final warning.'

'Okay, I'll do anything just take them down.'

'First, I want an apology.'

'I'm sorry. I promise I won't argue again.'

'Good, but you still need to be punished.'

'What do you mean?'

'You are going to send me a video. And in this video you're going to slap yourself ten times. If the slaps aren't hard enough I'll make you do it again.'

'Slap myself where?'

'Your pussy.'

I was apprehensive. I knew that I had demanded a lot of her, and, if she didn't comply, I knew I would have a big decision to make.

The video was dark and grainy. The hand that held the camera was visibly shaking. But none of that mattered. I had the video, and I could see and hear everything I needed to. Truman was perched on the end of her bed, naked from the waist down. Her free hand left the shot and then returned quickly, planting itself on the perfectly bald pussy at the centre of the frame. The smack, was accompanied by a whimper and the faint mumble of 'fuck'. A couple of deep breaths followed, before her free hand settled a few inches in front of her cunt. After one final deep breath the hand began moving back and forth in rapid succession, smacking hard each time. After the tenth strike the screen went black.

'Good. If you ever argue with me again the punishment will be far worse. Understand?'

'Yes.'

Monday 28th November

I was sat in the library this morning trying to study. All I could think of was Truman. I knew that contacting her at this time of day was somewhat futile, she was more than likely taking a lesson, but I couldn't help myself. 'Reply as soon as you get this' I sent her.

By the time she did reply, a couple of hours later, I was in a physics lesson. That wasn't going to hold me back though. I put my phone under my desk and began tapping away.

'Where are you?' I asked.

'I'm in the staff room' she responded.

'I want you to take a marker pen and go to the toilet. Text me you're sat in the cubicle.'

'I'm there' she confirmed, after a short wait.

'Good. Now write 'I love sucking cock' on the wall.'

The next message I received was a picture, displaying red graffiti against the faded blue of the partition wall.

'Now take your top off' I ordered.

'Done' she replied, within seconds.

'Write 'slut' across your tits.'

Another photo arrived, her beautiful tits, marked as I had instructed.

'I'm done with you. Go back to the staff room.' I told her.

This evening, I decided it was time to revisit Friday night, and see if I could dig deeper into her warmer-than-expected reaction to the second bukkake clip I'd sent. To do this I simply sent it again.

'That's the same video from before' she sent in response.

'I'm aware of that. Did you enjoy it this time?' I replied.

'No, I didn't enjoy it last time either. It's disgusting.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Believe what you like. Do you want anything else from me? I want an early night.'

I was disappointed, I had convinced myself she had enjoyed it. Perhaps I was wrong.

Tuesday 29th November

Today was a bad day. First my parents were on my case, for various reasons I won't go into. Then I was in trouble at school, for various reasons I won't go into. Josie then started hassling me, and her friends soon decided to join in too. Yes, I behaved terribly; yes, I'm an arsehole, but it's over. That was your fucking choice, now leave me the fuck alone! Finally I had work, which was as it always is, very long and very boring.

It was 9 o'clock, I was in my bedroom ******** a beer, sulking. I didn't plan on contacting Truman. I couldn't be bothered with anything that required even the slightest effort. I was going to finish my *****, have one more maybe, go to bed and forget that the day had ever happened.

My phone beeped. A new message from 'T-man'.

'Why the fuck are those pictures still online?' it read.

I gritted my teeth in anger as I typed, 'Who the fuck do you think you are speaking to me like that?'

'I'm sorry but you need to take those photos down. Please!'

I went to my computer and thumped away at the keyboard. Via my alias, I logged onto a popular social networking site. The picture I'd posted of her tits in our school group now had a handful of comments - 'Nice', 'WTF!', 'Who's this? lol' - along with a fifteen thumbs-up.

I added to the comments, 'Believe it or not this is a teacher of yours...'

I knew this was a risky move that could, if seen by the wrong person, lead to an investigation into the authenticity of the statement. But, in that moment, I did not give a fuck.

'You should look at this' I texted, along with a fresh link to the picture.

My phone started ringing, 'T-man' flashed across its screen.

Good, I thought to myself, she's panicking.

I rejected the call and sent another message. 'I'm not going to speak to you, but I will punish you.'

'I'll do anything. Just take that comment off' she replied.

'I want pegs on each of your nipples for 30 seconds.'

A video arrived soon after, showing a close-up of her naked chest. A clothes peg was attached to each tit. She seemed to cope well with the pain, her breathing was controlled, and there was no whimpering to be heard. The video lasted a whole minute, with the pegs clamped to the nipples throughout. I was in no mood to offer her praise for having exceeded my expectations, in fact, I was looking for any fault I could find.

'Who said you could clean your chest?' I asked, referring to the instructions I'd given yesterday.

'Sorry' she replied.

Shortly after I was looking at a photo showing that she had not only re-annotated her tits, but she had also re-attached the pegs.

I was still reluctant to commend her, so instead I sent her instruction for tomorrow.

'In the morning you're going to dres in a skirt for school. No tights, no panties' I told her.

'Okay' she replied.

Wednesday 30th November

I had a lesson with her this morning. She wore a light pink blouse and importantly, she had on a skirt. There were definitely no tights underneath the skirt, but, naturally, it was difficult to determine whether or not she was pantyless. At every given opportunity I would stare intently at her arse, to see if there was any hint of a panty-line; there wasn't.

It was my intention to demand photographic evidence to confirm all my instructions had been completed, but unfortunately the day ran away from evening.

This evening too, lacked for any real interaction. I sent her a message around six o'clock, asking if she was home. She replied to say she was having dinner with her friend.

I then went on an unscheduled outing to the pub, and didn't give her much thought.

Thursday 1st December

This morning I woke up to a text message from Josie that read 'I'm not going to school today. I'm home alone. And very horny.'

I ended up spending the whole day with her. I fucked her every way I could imagine, all the while wishing she was Truman.

After I was done fucking her I was ready to leave, ready to walk out and prove I am the arsehole her friends keep telling her to stay away from. But she gave me those puppy dog eyes, and before I knew it we were sharing a starting platter at the local Chinese restaurant.

I got home late, and confused. I was in no mood to contact Truman.

Friday 2nd December

Today was another hectic Friday. Before I'd even left the house this morning I'd had one friend calling me about a game of football after school, and another trying to arrange this evening's ******** venues. I also had a string of texts from Josie, which were swiftly ignored.

With a full day at school, and a shift at work, on top of the plans I'd been making, I resigned myself to this being the third successive day that would see minimal contact between Truman and me.

I was very wrong. At about eleven o'clock this evening, I was sat in the local pub with my friends, and I felt a vibration in my pocket. I assumed it would be Josie, so ignored it. Half an hour or so passed and I headed to the toilet to take a piss. There were two new messages on my phone. The first a text from Truman that read 'The writing is beginning to disappear'. The second was a picture of her tits still bearing now faded letters of the word slut.

'You better re-write it' I texted, hurriedly. In less than a minute, another photo arrived.

'Are you at home' I asked.

'Yes' she replied.

'Are you alone?'

'Yes.'

I had now made my excuses and was walking home from the pub.

'Have you been ******** wine?' I quizzed.

'Yes I have' she answered.

'I want to see the empty bottle in your cunt.'

The next picture nearly brought on an eruption in my pants. It showed a dark red bottle with its entire neck buried in her hairless pussy.

'What now?' she asked, as I was still taking in the picture.

'Fuck yourself with it' I instructed.

I had to read to her next message a three or four times to convince myself I wasn't imagining it. 'Can I watch some porn while I fuck myself' it read.

I forwarded her a link to a favourite scene of mine. A man and woman in a toilet cubicle; he's rough with her, very rough. He slaps her face, spits in face, fucks her face, until she gags, and then pushes her head into to toilet bowl while he fucks her hard from behind.

I waited impatiently for her next reply. It came some fifteen minutes later, in the form of a video.

She was laying down on her bed, completely naked. Her knees were hitched up, the bottle was going in and out of her pussy. She moved the camera to show a laptop sitting on a bedside table; the clip I'd sent was playing. The camera returned to her, and the speed with which she fucked herself increased. 'Fuck,' she kept repeating, 'fuck, fuck, fuck.' She was going to cum. She began screaming in ecstasy and the screen went black.

'You came?' I enquired.

'Yes, I did' she confirmed.

'Did I say you could cum?'

'No, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.'

'You need to be punished.'

'Okay.'

I was so turned on that my hand was now shaking.

'Suck the bottle clean.' I ordered.

Minutes later I was watching her running her tongue along the bottle's neck. The visible marks that she had left earlier were disappearing as she circled the glass. She looked into the camera and smiled, then took the bottle neck into her mouth. She worked it back and forth, slowly at first, and then with more pace. I wished more than I'd ever wished for anything that I could be that bottle. Soon it was moving so fast that she started to gag. This didn't deter her though, she pushed the bottle further down her throat, and held it there. She went without a breath for at least half a minute before pulling the bottle free.With mascara running down her cheeks, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath of air. Finally, she turned to the camera, smiled again, and the video ended.

It was all too much for me; I now had a mess of my own mess to clean up.

Saturday 3rd December

I knew I had delicate situation to handle. Last night's excitement was almost undoubtedly fueled by her ******* intake, and it was therefore highly likely that she would be regretting her actions.

I decided not to mention it, and instead set her a fairly simple task. I told her that, at some point over the weekend, I expect her to go a busy carpark and finger fuck herself.

She gave no reply, not even to confirm receipt, but I remain confident that during the course of tomorrow I will be watching her carry out my instruction.

Sunday 4th December

Around 1pm I was lazing on the sofa watching some crap on TV, when my phone beeped. I smiled, and retreated to my bedroom, knowing that I now had something far more interesting to be watching.

The car park was familiar, a retail park just the other side of town. She panned the camera around, showing that it was moderately active, with around a third of all the spaces occupied. The camera moved down, as she slid forward slightly in her seat and rolled up her skirt. She wore no underwear. Then came as very pleasant surprise, her free-hand left the shot and returned with a small pink dildo.

The toy headed straight for her pussy. As she began sliding it in and out, there were audible indications that she was aroused. She continued for a couple of minutes, the fuck-rate increasing, along with her moaning.

Suddenly she stopped. She moved the camera up and pointed it out the window, just a few yards away a woman was getting into her car. The video ended.

Monday 5th December

I had a lesson with Truman this morning. I couldn't help but stare at her for long periods, the whole time questioning if the weekend's events had been real. Had I really coaxed this beautiful, respectable woman into the performing of such debauch acts? Surely it was all just a figment of my imagination?

The longer I stared at her, the more I wanted her. Frustration was taking hold of me. I wanted to ***** her over her desk, to rip off her panties, to fuck her so hard that she'd scream and cry until her body couldn't take anymore. I wanted her mouth, her cunt, her breath. I wanted my cum on her and in her.

By the time I left the classroom my frustration was turning to anger.

'Where are you?' I asked her at lunchtime.

'I'm in the staff room,' she replied.

I was looking for any excuse to chastise her.

'Address me properly you fucking whore!' I insisted.

'Sorry Sir. I'm in the staff room Sir,' she corrected.

'Are you wearing panties today?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Did I say you could wear panties today?'

'No, sorry Sir.'

'Take them off.'

Within minutes I was looking at her black panties screwed up on the toilet floor.

'Have you ever been fucked up the arse?' I questioned.

'No Sir I haven't' came her reply.

'Why not?'

'I don't know Sir.'

'Have you ever fingered your arse?'

'No Sir.'

'Well what are you waiting for?'

The next photo showed her tight little arsehole engulfing the middle finger of her left hand.

'Does that feel good?' I asked.

'I'm not sure Sir' she replied.

This brief exchange had cooled my rage, but the frustration was still with me. After school I had a four-hour shift at work, during which I thought of little but Truman. More specifically, I thought of little but me fucking Truman. I walked through the logistics in my mind, and found nothing but obstacles. The crucial issue, I surmised, would be my loss of anonymity. Allowing her to discover my identity would be far too great a risk to take at this stage; it could end the game, or, worse, get me into some serious trouble. Accepting this, I questioned the feasibility of fucking her without revealing myself. A mask maybe? This seemed a little far fetched but I gave it some thought. I was actually on the verge of concluding it could work when I considered the legality. Yes, what I've been doing up to now is undoubtedly outside of the law, but fucking her, without full consent? That might be taking it a tad too far.

I left work defeated. On the drive home I reached for my phone and sent a text.

'I'm coming over to your house right now, and I am going to fuck you very hard' the message read.

Unfortunately, the recipient was Josie.

Tuesday 5th December

I woke up this morning, freezing cold, on the back seat of my car. Josie lay next to me, her head resting against. my shoulder.

We decided to take the day off school. Things were going great, it was if we'd never been apart. I started to remember how much she had meant to me, and regret having ever let her get away.

If something feels too good to be true it all too often is too good to be true. One of her friends phoned, asking why she wasn't in school. All her friends are ************ little bitches - who think far too much of themselves - but the girl who rang, Emily, is the worst of them. By the time their conversation had finished, Josie was in floods of tears, and questioning if I could really commit to her this time around. I did my best to assure her I would, but it wasn't good enough. We were soon in the midst of a heated argument, centred on my past infidelities.

It was early evening when I arrived home. I was full of anger and resentment; I needed to let off some steam.

'Where are you?' I asked Truman.

'I'm home Sir,' she replied, instantly.

'Send me a picture.'

'Of what Sir?'

'Anything.'

I was soon looking at her naked tits, which still bore the word slut. It was a nice enough picture, but nothing exciting, nothing I hadn't seen before. I wanted something new, something different.

I decided to find out if she had a webcam. She confirmed there was one built into her laptop, but claimed she didn't know how to use it. I told her to set-up an account on a popular instant messaging service, and to download the corresponding application. I gave her the username for an alias I had created and a few minutes later I was accepting a new contact request from 'dfc7777'.

'Is that you?' I typed, my hands a little shakey.

'Yes, it is Sir' she replied.

I initiated a video call, safe in the knowledge that there was no camera attached to my own computer.

Truman sat on her bed, legs crossed looking down towards the camera. The room was dimly-lit. She wore what appeared to be pyjama bottoms and a hooded sweatshirt. Her hair was tied back.

She waved at the camera and then leaned forward to type.

'Do I not get to see you Sir?' she questioned.

'Of course not, you stupid slut,' I responded, 'I'm in a bad enough mood as it is without you asking me dumb questions.'

'Why are you in a bad mood Sir? Is it something I've done?'

'Take off your top' I ordered, ignoring her question.

She pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and threw it to one side, revealing a black bra underneath.

'Shall I take my bra off too Sir?' she asked.

'No,' I instructed, 'leave it on but take your tits out.'

She pulled both cups of the bra down and her tits fell free.

'Now smack one' I wrote.

Her left hand went up above her right tit and came back down with moderate *****.

'Harder' I demanded.

Again the hand went up and down, impacting twice as hard as her first attempt had.

'Harder!' I repeated.

This time the hand went high above her head and crashed down with such ***** that the camera rocked.

I still wanted more. 'Hit it harder you fucking cunt!' I demanded.

Her hand went higher and crashed back down, and then she repeated it, not just once, not even twice, but three times, each strike more vicious than the last. When she was done her tit had a fiery glow, her breathing was rapid and tears ran down her flushed cheeks.

'Go and get your dildo' I ordered, consciously making no attempt to acknowledge her efforts.

She disappeared from the screen, and returned within seconds, dildo in hand.

'Suck it' I instructed.

With the base gripped tightly in her right hand she began moving it in and out of her mouth.

'Guess what you're going to do next' I typed.

'Fuck myself Sir?' she replied, breaking off her plastic fellatio.

'Yes. But not your pussy.'

'My arse Sir?'

'Yes.'

'Now Sir?'

'Yes.'

She nervously bit her lip, shuffled away from the camera and began sliding her pyjama bottoms down her legs; she wore no panties.

'What are you?' I asked.

She leaned forward again, to answer my question via her keyboard.

'No!' I stopped her, 'don't type it, say it!'

'I...I'm' she stuttered, quietly, 'I am a slut.'

'Louder!' I typed.

'I'm a slut' she repeated, still not loud enough.

'Louder!'

'I am a fucking slut.'

'Louder! Tell your neighbours, you fucking whore!'

'I am slut,' she shouted, 'I'm a dirty fucking slut!'

'Good, now put that plastic cock in your fucking arsehole!'

She threw herself down on to the bed, lifted her bum and planted the toy in its target.

I sat back, cock in hand, to enjoy the show. It had an uncomfortable beginning. There were a chorus of distressed moans, accompanied by numerous profanities, as she cautiously moved the dildo in and out.

Within a couple of minutes she began to relax. The moans continued, but not all were quite so pained. The repeated outburst of 'fuck' seemed to have evolved from 'fuck, that hurts' to 'fuck, that actually feels okay.' Soon, it was more akin to 'fuck, that does feel good' and then 'fuck, that feels really good.' Her free hand was lightly caressing the inside of her thigh. She wanted to touch herself.

I was now pulling on my cock so hard I knew I had only seconds before there would be an explosion. I reached for a box of tissues, but then stopped. Why waste a perfectly good load of cum? I asked myself.

'Stop!' I wrote. She looked up at the screen as my message sounded its beep. 'That's enough for tonight,' I continued, 'I'm going to bed.'

That was a of course a brazen lie, there was no possibility of me ******** in my current state. I jumped in a cold shower, and thought through my plan for tomorrow.

Wednesday 7th December

7.30am, as usual, I was woken by my alarm. Today instead of reaching for the snooze button I found my phone and began tapping away, to put my plan into action. 'You can wear your panties to school today' I texted.

9.05am, sat in a maths lesson I initiated stage two of the plan. I sent her a message telling her that she was to go to a specific cubicle in the boy's toilets, where she would remove and hide the panties I had so graciously allowed her to wear.

10.28am, I was studying in the library, when I received confirmation from Truman. 'They are under the toilet brush holder Sir' her message read.

12.29pm, I took a lunchtime trip to the toilet, heading to a very specific cubicle. The panties were a dark blue cotton. I wrapped them around my cock, and began pumping away. I came quickly, my fat load soiling a large portion of the knickers. I then began wrapping them using toilet paper and a roll of sticky tape I had stashed in my bag. Once the parcel was back under the toilet brush where I had found it, and I was far away from the scene of the crime, I sent another message, telling Truman to retrieve it. She was given strict instructions not to unwrap the paper.

8pm, I arrived home from work, wolfed down some dinner and darted up the stairs to my bedroom, locking the door firmly behind me.

'Are you home?' I texted.

'Yes I am Sir.' she replied.

'Did you pickup the package?'

'Yes Sir I did.'

'Go to your webcam.'

Finally the real fun could begin. The scene was much the same as it had been yesterday evening , she sat on her bed, looking down on the camera. Tonight she wore a white t-shirt. By her side lay the crudely wrapped panty package, and her pink fuck-toy.

'Have you any idea what I'm about to make you do?' I asked, via the instant messenger.

'No Sir,' she typed in response, 'I don't.'

'Does that scare you?'

'A little Sir.'

'Does it excite you?'

'It does Sir.'

I took a deep breath to compose myself. 'Open your present' I instructed.

She picked up the parcel, her hands trembling, and began tearing away the tissue. Slowly, she pulled the panties free.

'Can you see what I've done to them?' I questioned.

'Yes Sir, you have cum on them.' Her breathing deepened, and her face flushed red.

'Take off your clothes,' I demanded.

She edged away from the camera and began to undress.

'Are you wet?' I asked as she threw her bra to the side of the bed. In reply she entered two fingers into her naked pussy and produced a substantial squelch.

'Pick up your toy,' I ordered next. 'Do you want to fuck yourself?' I followed.

'Yes,' she said outloud, 'I really want to.'

'You really want to what?'

'I really want to fuck myself, Sir.'

'You have my permission.'

She leaned back and planted her toy into her cunt. I watched for 3 or 4 minutes as the dildo brought her close to climax.

'Do you want to taste my cum?' I asked.

She continued fucking herself, and nodded her head. I wasn't able to finish typing my next instruction. It would have told her to stop what she was doing, to pick up the panties and to lightly run her tongue across the gusset. But before my fingers could even reach the keyboard, she had taken the panties and stuffed them in their entirety into her mouth. The speed with which she fucked herself increased. I could hear her sucking on the cum-stained underwear.

My hand found my cock, knowing that I didn't have long before she would be cumming, and the show would be over. Muffled screams soon escaped her panty-filled mouth, and she fell back onto the bed. My balls erupted.

As I watched her laying there, trying to regain her composure, with deep uncontrolled breaths, I made a big decision. Regardless of the obstacles and risk that may lay in my path, I will, in the near future be fucking this slut.

Thursday 8th December

I woke up this morning tingling with excitement. Over night I had thought through numerous plans that I truly believed would end with me fucking Miss Truman. They were risky and none of them were perfect, but I genuinely believed that more than one of could work.

Tonight I go bed heartbroken. A silly mistake has ended my hopes and ended the game.

I was sat in a lesson of hers today. The class was working quietly, when my phone started to ring aloud in my pocket. I always turn it off before a lesson, always. I reached quickly to reject the call. As I lifted it out my heart sank and my stomach turned.

The word 'slut' flashed across the screen.

Thursday 22nd December

It's been two weeks since my last diary entry.

After leaving the classroom that day I drove straight home, and hid in my bedroom. I barely left it for a whole week. I didn't go to school, I didn't go to work, I didn't see my friends. I told my parents I was ill and, thankfully, they asked few questions.

When I did return to school a week later I went straight to my head of year and pleaded for permission to drop English. I was flatly refused.

When attending her lessons I now don't say a word, and I avoid eye-contact at all costs.

I've made no attempt to contact her, and have had no intention to. I've deleted her phone number, and, reluctantly, I also deleted all the pictures and videos she had sent me.

Today was the last day of the school term before the Christmas holidays. Most my friends were heading out for some ****** this evening, but I wasn't in the mood. Instead I went home and watched a couple of films.

Just after midnight, as I lay spread out across the sofa, my phone beeped.

The message was from an unknown number.

'Are you missing me?' it read.

'Who is this?' I replied quickly, not daring to hope.

'Have you forgotten me already?' came the next reply.

I sat up. My stomach fluttered.

'Is this Miss T?' I sent nervously.

'Yes Joe, this is Miss T.'

I took a deep breath.

'Have you missed me?' she asked again.

'Yes!' I replied.

'Well don't be a stranger. Speak to you soon x'

Friday 23rd December

I lay awake for hours last night wondering if I should continue the conversation. Her last message had been very final; she wanted to speak 'soon', not now. There were dozens of questions I wanted to ask, but I convinced myself that I shouldn't ask them. Not yet anyway.

Today I woke up with a plan: let her come to me.

That plan died a death at around 4pm.

'Why did you text me last night?' I asked.

'I don't know. I shouldn't have,' she replied.

I wanted to punch the wall.

'You must know!' I demanded.

A couple of hours past, in the absence her reply, I lost all discipline and bombarded her with messages.

'Don't fucking ignore me!'

'Send me a picture now!'

'I'm going to the police!'

The messages continued, on reflection, each one reads more pathetic and desperate than its predecessor.

Tuesday 3rd January

The Christmas break has been and gone, today was my first day back at school. And what a day it was.

I arrived around 9 o'clock. I had a maths lesson first thing, followed by English with Miss Truman - something I'd been dreading the entire holiday. Before my maths lesson I went to my locker to get some books. Waiting for me there was a present far greater than anything I had received over Christmas.

A large white envelope sat on top of my text books. In block capitals it was addressed to SIR. I threw it into my bag and made a beeline for the nearest toilet.

Inside there was a black thong, and a hand-written note.

'Dear Sir,

I am deeply sorry for the way I've behaved.

I will do anything to be your slut again. I know I must be punished.

Please take me back.

Your Slut'

My cock was so hard it hurt; my hand was shaking uncontrollably as shoved the panties into my pocket.

The maths lesson was a write-off. I didn't hear a word of what I was being taught.

Walking over to my English class I was excited, nervous and more than a little nauseous. I was confused when I entered the room, as were my classmates. All the tables had be rearranged, and were pushed to the wall. A single desk remained in the clearing.

'What's going on?' one of the girls asked Truman.

'We're doing a practice exam today' she explained, her cheeks bright red, 'all the desks have name tags. Can you find your seats as quickly as possible please?'

There were numerous protests from the other members of class. Some claiming it was unjust for us to have an exam sprung upon us without prior knowledge. Others questioned why the exam required the seating alterations. She fended off the revolt and everyone started to take their seats. I looked for mine.

'I can't find my seat Miss,' I explained.

'I must have forgotten you,' she said, casually looking round the room, 'just sit there'.

She pointed to the desk in front of hers. The one desk that could see hers during today's lesson.

I sat down and tried to make eye contact, but she was very deliberately avoiding it.

Ten minutes passed. My eyes hadn't left her, but she remained focused on the paperwork in front of her. When she did look up she still resisted my gaze. I was beginning to grow frustrated, when her hand moved to her chest. My initial assumption was that she was relieving an itch. A button on her blouse popped open. And then another. And another.

I could now see a black bra beneath the blouse. Peeking up from below it were three lines drawn in red marker pen, which I knew formed part of the word 'slut'.

My eyes were drawn to movement under her desk. She slowly began to spread her legs. I shook my head in disbelief, as her bald cunt came into view.

I looked back up and finally made eye contact. She smiled, bit her lip and pulled her phone out from under some books on her desk. I returned the smile, and reached quickly for my phone.

'You filthy whore,' I texted.

'Are you hard?' she replied.

I looked up and nodded.

'Are you wet?' I asked. She echoed my nod.

An idea sprang into my head from no where.

'I want you to pick a girl in this room,' I instructed.

'Any girl?' she wrote back with a confused frown.

'The one you think is the prettiest.'

I surveyed the room myself for a moment. It was an easy decision to make. Josie's friend Emily was sat directly to her left. I hate this girl, but she is truly stunning. Golden blond curls, perfect tits, perfect arse and a smidgen of puppy fat, that enhances rather that detracts from her appeal.

Truman didn't disappoint, 'I'd say Emily,' she replied, still looking a little baffled.

'Okay. Here's what I want,' I started to explain, 'It's a Friday night. You've put the little whore in detention. The whole school has emptied. Just the two of you remain. I want you to tell me what happens.'

She smiled and started tapping away at her phone.

'She comes into my classroom,' she began, 'I tell her to sit down and give her some work to complete.

'She does as she is told to begin with, and I start marking some books. Ten minutes pass, I look up and I notice she is watching something on her phone.

'I storm over and angrily tell her to hand it over. She refuses, so I snatch it from her. As I do I notice what I assume is a porn video is playing on the screen.

'On closer inspection I see the video is not porn. It's actually Emily on screen...sucking on a big fat cock. I can't take my eyes off the screen.

She asks if I like what I'm seeing. I tell her 'no', but she sees straight through me. Standing up, she grabs my hair and ****** me to my knees.

''You're going to do exactly as I say' she tells me lifting up her skirt. She pulls her panties to one side and orders me to eat her teenage cunt.'

I looked up at this point. The pink glow in Truman's cheeks had her turned to a fiery red. Her legs were spread as wide as possible. She continued to tap away at her phone, engrossed in her fantasy. I had to pinch myself. For the last two weeks I had been moping in the belief that my game with this slut had ended in shattering defeat, and now it was back on, full-throttle.

'I try to resist. I tell her to let me go, or she'll be in big trouble. A vicious slap lands straight across the face'

'She leans down bringing her face within an inch of mine. 'Suck my fucking cunt,' she demands, biting her lip.

'I timidly stick out my tongue. She laughs and ****** my face straight into her wet pussy. I start licking, she moans. I lick faster and she moans harder.

'I bring my hands up and I spread her lips so I can probe deeper. Her cunt tastes amazing. I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit again and again. Her knees start to weaken, and I'm told to stop.

'She walks over to a chair at the back of the class, sits down and orders me to crawl to her, on all fours.

'I do as I'm told. She spreads her legs as I reach her and grabs my hair. I greedily shove my tongue back into her pussy.'

Again, I looked up. She had now stopped typing. She was staring at me, breathing heavily.

'Why have you stopped?' I asked, frowning.

'I can't do anymore Sir. Not without touching myself.'

I looked around the room. For a crazy second I thought, so touch yourself.

'Okay,' I typed, coming to my senses, 'that's enough for now. But as soon as this lesson is over I want you to go to the toilet and finish. Understand?'

'Yes Sir,' she replied, with a smile.

A very long half an hour later, I was sitting in a toilet cubicle myself, waiting patiently.

'Hello Sir?' she texted.

'I'm waiting...'

'May I touch myself please Sir?'

'Yes. Now continue!'

'I am still licking her sweet young pussy. I can feel she is close to cumming. Her hand tightens its grip on my hair. 'She's going to cum,' I think to myself. But I'm wrong.

'She yanks my head back, away from her pussy. She tells me to undress. I'm soon standing naked in front of her. She picks up a ruler from the nearest desk.

'With a sadistic smile, she tells me I've got a choice to make. 'You can let me smack your pussy with this ruler...or you can ***** my hot piss. Which is it to be?'

'I drop immediately to my knees and open my mouth. 'You want the piss?' she asks, surprised. 'No,' I tell her 'I want both''

And there the fantasy ended.

'Sir. I need to cum Sir. Please may I cum?' she pleaded.

'Do it,' I replied.

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Caleb's Day


I wake up with my thirteen year old boner rubbing against the bed sheet. The sensitive dickhead is leaking all over the place, but I don't want to jerk off, because Mr Jenkins at school will probably want me to masturbate for him before first hour. But I'll get to that later. It seems right away like it might be a good day, well better than average anyway. That is mainly because I hear my dad fucking my sister in the room next door. I know it's Nan because she always makes a high whimpering sound when he plows her. She kind of cries in tiny little bursts. Dad also fucks her so hard I can hear the sound of his big balls slapping against her cunt and ass. At least that means that Dad won't be fucking my ass this morning. That leaves Lester. But the thumping I hear coming from another part of the house, the master bedroom, tells me that Lester is fucking my ******. Lester is my dads friend and ******** buddy who just got out of prison. Lester is six foot five and black as coal. His body is covered with home made, or rather prison made, tattoos.

Well, this is the second victory of the morning, and I have not even gotten up out of bed yet. If Lester is fucking my ******, then he won't be coming into my room with his fucking huge eleven incher dripping for some thirteen year old boy ass. Lester from the way he tells it, never used to enjoy boy ass and mouth, but being in prison taught him to enjoy sex where he can get it, and boy does he do that. Not my dad on the other hand, loves boy ass and mouth. He is just a dirty fucking sadist and loves to hurt me for his own pleasure. That started way back when I was eight or nine. Hell, I been living with it so long, I know how to deal with it. What I don't like, well, one thing I don't like is when he makes me fuck my Mom. I feel bad enough for her that Dad and all of his friends use her on a daily basis. They are all bunch of fucking sadists as far as I am concerned. It's not just sex. They love to hurt her and slap her tits and make her crawl for then. They whip her ass and fuck her cunt and asshole and mouth at the same time. They piss on her and into her mouth and all kinds of nasty things I don't even want to write about. And she has no choice but to take it. Dad always told her, if she made trouble, he would hurt us kids. Fuck, he hurts us anyway. Well, for my thirteenth birthday, he made me fuck my mom. He had a bunch of his buddies over to watch. It was gruesome. I had to prance around naked with them all feeling my dick and balls. Then my mom had to suck my dick hard, which never takes long, even if it's your mom you're going to fuck. **** when you are thirteen, it's always hard. Mom cried and told me it was all right and that she loved me. The guys laughed. I cried too and for some reason said I was sorry, but the whole thing wasn't my fault. Anyway, Then I had to fuck my mom in the cunt and ass and even titty fuck her. I had to shoot my load up her cunt, and this freaked Mom as she was afraid of getting pregnant with her own **** kid. Not that she would know whose kid it was if she did get pregnant with all those dicks going in her. Unless she did some kind of test or something, which none of the guys would submit to. However if she did get preggies and the brat came out black, she would know it was Lester's or Arloe's or Throwback's. Well, not necessarily, it could be one of the dudes at one of those parties Dad takes Mom to where he lets ten or fifteen guys fuck the **** out of her.

The point here is I had to fuck her for my thirteenth birthday. And every now and then, just for sadistic fun, he makes me fuck her. I'd say two or three times a week. We're used to it now, so we don't mind so much, but I'd still rather not. Now I am of two minds about fucking Nan. I mean, my mind hates it cause I know she hates it, but my thirteen year old boy body can't help respond to her thirteen year old cute cunt body. Nan is my twin sister. Dad and Lester seem to never tire of making me fuck Nan while they watch. "Young Love in blossom" they call it.

But it's all a trade off, isn't it? Nan would rather have me fuck her than Lester or Dad cause I am much more gentle, and I am kind to her. Of course they make me piss in her mouth and do nasty things like shove a beer bottle up her cunt, but she knows I don't do that from my own free will. Her life is much worse than mine, so I guess I am pretty lucky.

This particular morning, I am not totally lucky. As I am padding to the bathroom to shower, Lester gives a holler for me to get my ass into the Master bedroom. I should explain our bathrooms to you. You might be interested. They have no doors on them. We have to **** and piss with anyone who passes watching. Dad likes it that way. Mom and Nan and I also have to be bare assed naked around the house at all times. Even though I grew up that way, I still get embarrassed, somehow even more now that my dick is growing pretty big. Dad says I'll have a nine incher like his. That's one of the reasons Mr. Jenkins likes to watch me jerk off. But more about that later.

I am called into the Master Bedroom by Lester who is just finishing up fucking my ******. His fucking dick is so huge, there is just no way that it is not going to really hurt anybody he fucks. My poor asshole stays open for almost the whole day after he fucks me. And I ache all the time back there between Lester and Dad's big dicks. Not to mention Coach Adams. I wouldn't have Coach Adams and half the Varsity eighth grade football team fucking my ass if it were not for that fucking Mr. Jenkins.

So there I am standing bare assed at the foot of the bed, watching big black Lester pull his slime covered eleven inch hunk of fuckmeat out of my Mom's asshole. It's her asshole this morning, although I can see from how red her cunt is, he's been there too. He turns around on the bed, a big toothy smile cracking his dark black face.

"Clean me up, Faggot!" he growls, in a not really unfriendly way. It's just the way he always talks. 'Clean me up...as opposed to what? cleaning him down? Well, clean him down might be more appropriate since I got to lick his cunt and ass slopped dick clean and then lick all the cum and ass and cunt juice drippings from his enormous ball sack as well. Lester likes to be clean. Rather than shower, he likes to make Nan lick his body clean. I don't mind telling you, it's one of her least favorite things int he world to do. One of my least favorite things to do is coming up next.

After I get the black fucker all shiny and clean and swallow all the cum and cunt and ass slop, which tastes like ****, and that is no joke, Lester tells me to get to work and get my ****** clean. That's right. I have to lick and suck my Mom's cunt and asshole clean. I must suck Lester's spunk from my ******'s asshole.

"Morning Caleb honey," my ****** says, a sweet smile on her face. She does love me. She has apologized hundreds of times for our miserable life. She strokes my hair while I suck her cunt and ass, and I like that. I love my mom. Then Lester grabs me by the hair and yanks me away from my mom.

" I gots to take a wicked piss," he growls.

"I'll do it Lester," my mom says, trying to save me from the horrible task. But Lester is having none of that. He slaps my mom.

"I wants the boy to do it! You just do as you are told!" He positions my face in front of his humongous flaccid prick. The dickhead is like an apple. I open my mouth as I have been taught to do. I dare not close my eyes, even though if piss gets in them it really stings. Lester would tell you it's my fault for not taking and swallowing all the piss in my little face cunt of a mouth. When Lester pisses, it really gushes. Like water from a fucking fire hose. His piss stream is much stronger than Dad's.

Speaking of Dad, I hear him coming down the hall. I also hear Nan whimpering. Dad is walking down the hall with his dick buried up Nan's cunt, with her bent over walking in front of him. Her just developed tits are swinging to the rhythm of the "fuck walk."

"We having a party in here?" Dad asks, a bright smile on his face. "I'm about ready to unload, so Caleb can suck my scum out of his sister's cunt and clean my dick too."

By the time I have finished swallowing all of Lester's steaming yellow piss, my dad has shot up Nan's pussy. Now I have to admit, I don't mind licking my sister's cunt. Hell, I am a normal thirteen year old boy, and what normal thirteen year old boy would mind licking a pretty thirteen year old pussy? I don't much care for the globs of my dad's cum, but you got to take the bad with the good.

It's been a good morning. Our morning sex session is almost over and no body has gotten whipped with a belt, nobody has gotten pins or thumb tacks stuck into them, nobody has gotten a bottle or other objects shoved up their pussy or asshole. A pretty fucking good morning.

Nan and I shower together, Dad makes us. We actually enjoy it now. It brings us closer. Then we get dressed and rush off to school. Mom has made sandwiches for our lunch. We don't like them because as a kind of joke, Dad makes her use the cum of his buddies as mayonnaise. So we have summer sausage and cum, or ham and cum. And we don't dare toss them out. Oh no, Dad has a way of knowing when we are lying when he asks us if we ate our lunches. Dad seems to know everything. I long ago stopped trying to fool Dad.

At school, Nan trots off to see her kind of boyfriend Matt, while I report to Mr. Jenkins' office. Mr. Jenkins is the school guidance counselor. Somehow, he got me to confess to him some of the things that went on at home. I guess I stupidly thought he might be able to help. He warned me that my sister and I would go to reform school and my parents to prison. That sucks! So I was fucked up once again. Mr. Jenkins likes young boys. He likes young boys very much. He has the perfect job.

In Mr. Jenkins' office, I am ****** to strip bare assed naked. Mr. Jenkins tongue kisses me and slops spit down my throat. He also loves to spit into my face and watch it dry. I am made to climb up on his desk and play with my prick and balls and asshole. He loves to make me bend over and spread my ass cheeks and stick fingers up my own ass for him. I tell Mr. Jenkins that I have an important test today, and I need to look over some material, but he could give a ****. He makes me stand with my legs spread and masturbate my dick for him. Sometimes he takes photos which he shares on the internet with friends. Some days he makes me shove a big dildo up my ass and fuck myself for his pleasure. But most days, I jerk off until I shoot my load on the desk or on the floor. And then I have to crawl around and lick it up. Mr. Jenkins is teaching me to be neat. then he bends me over his desk or takes me to his couch and fucks me like there is no tomorrow. He is by far the roughest fucker I have ever known, but his dick is not all that huge, so it doesn't hurt as much as Lester.

The pattern varies, but only slightly. Some days, He will make me squat and **** his cum out of my ass and then lick it up. He calls me "Fucking Faggot" while I do it. I don't know where he got that from, but it seems to have grown in popularity as now lots of the boys in the school also call me fucking faggot. Thank God, I will move on to the high school next semester and hopefully all of this will be over. Some days he makes me go to classes with a big rubber dildo up my ass. I fucking hate that. Not only does it hurt like hell, but it is just plain uncomfortable. And on top of that, some of the jocks in my grade found out about it, thanks to Coach Adams, and so they take me into the toilets between classes and make me show then if I have a dildo up my ass or not. I also have to suck them off and lick out the urinals. Most of that rough stuff is because of Coach Adams. He is a fucking sadist. How I hate Mr. Jenkins for telling the coach about me.

Coach Adams loves to take a belt or a wet towel to my ass. He enjoys burning my ball sack with his cigar. He gets off on twisting and stretching my tits until they are all red and raw and standing out like fucking bitch teats. He does nasty things just for fun, like putting me in a gym locker and leaving me there all day, with a dirty jock strap in my mouth. Stupid stuff. Stuff that makes no sense to you or me. The worst is that he lets his favorite eighth grade boys fuck me and makes me suck them off after football practice. And he lets them play stupid games with me too, like "Slap Caleb's Ball Bag!" and "How many fingers can you get up Caleb's asscunt?" Last week, that fucking coach actually shoved the handle of a tennis racquet up my ass and made me dance that way for the boys. They thought it was hysterically funny. I did not!

And poor Nan is in for a bad time as well, because her "boyfriend" Matt is a really nasty jock. I know because he fucks my face and ass. He is the meanest boy in eighth grade, and he intends to share her pussy with the entire varsity football team. I tried to warn her, but she had such a crush on him, it does no good. I guess she needs something to believe in. I am worried she will get pregnant. Dad says is she gets pregnant he will make her have the baby. He says he would love to see a fucking thirteen year old bitch with a bloated belly. None of the boys use rubbers when they fuck her, and neither do Lester or Dad. Imagine having sixteen eighth grade boys fuck you! I'm glad I only have to suck them off so far.

Oh well, I have my own problems to worry about. Coach Adams is having a poker party this Friday night, and he wants me under the poker table licking the dicks and balls of the players during the game. The thing is, I have to somehow convince Dad to let me go.

Well, all in all today was not too bad a day. My asshole is intact, my lips are only a little swollen from sucking dick, and I did well on my English test.

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Liz's Bad Day at Work


Liz Locke strutted into the office looking every inch the confident businesswoman on the rise that she knew she was.

Liz had it all, looks, charm and smarts. She was a leggy five foot seven with straight, brown, shoulder length hair and wide almond shaped eyes. She had a slim, athletic figure but she had curves and her outfits at work always were designed to be smartly sexy. She was 25 and four years at University had made her think she knew it all, straight A's resulted and she was now on the fast track to success in the financial services office she was now working in. And that made her unpopular with some of her colleagues. Liz could have cared less, she just flashed her perfect smile at them and strode confidently to her desk.

She walked past her older colleagues, Stella, whose desk she sat across from ignoring the older blondes glance at her watch. Liz was five minutes late but she didn't care.

A few minutes later she was opening her e-mails and her day was about to take a most unexpected turn. From a sender called "Black Male" on his generic e-mail address was an email with several attachments. Liz thought it was junk mail but the heading of "Liz Locke porn history" was more than enough for her to not bin it immediately. Opening it her mind raced, her mouth went dry and her pulse quickened, she already had a sinking feeling about this.

"Check this out folks, our own Ice Maiden Miss Locke isn't quite so fucking perfect after all."

Read a message above a series of attachments.

Everything and everyone else in the large office disappeared from Liz's focus as she nervously clicked on the first attachment praying that it wasn't going to be what she though it would be. She gasped as the image downloaded and she realised it was.

Aged 20 and in her second year of University Liz had been a very different person. She had been fun loving and carefree and had gone out with a guy that was into all kinds of **** and Liz had spent six months or so doing all kinds of weird and wonderful things, many relating to sex. It was just a phase and when her grades had dropped she had refocused, fallen out with him and gotten back on the track towards what she really wanted, money, power and a ultra successful career. But she had had some pictures taken and now she was looking at them.

The first was of her in an expensive silk night-dress, it was high cut so most of her legs were on show but it was clearly her. It was like she had barely aged at all in the intervening years, she had retained her youthful looks almost perfectly. In the picture she was side on to the camera and smirking at it with her left hand clearly reaching under the hem of the dress between her legs. Each image that followed was increasingly explicit and damning. The next saw her topless, fondling her pert breasts. The next saw her stark naked, legs spread and her reaching down to hold her shaven pussy lips apart as if she was a pro. The forth made her groan as it was a close up of her face as she swallowed a thick, black cock between her bright red lips. The fifth showed the same cock hanging limply in front of her face while her face was splattered with a full coating of cum, it was in her eyelashes and up her nose. The final picture showed her sitting with her face covered in cum while holding two black cocks in her hand, one either side of her head.

Liz managed to contain herself, she could not allow anyone to know about this. She also knew there were worse pictures and a film out there somewhere. She regretted her youthful folly but the truth was she could not undo it now. She scrolled the email down and read the message.

"This e-mail will be sent to the entire company if you do not do what you are told Liz. So let's get started shall we? I want you to reach under your skirt and remove your panties without leaving your chair. If you get up without having taken them off this email will be sent to everyone on the company's distribution list."

And that was the end of the email. Liz sat stunned for minutes before trying to regain a modicum of composure. Her mind was in a mess, just five minutes ago she had been cool, calm and collected and about to embark on another day of career ladder climbing and now she was faced with this, her darkest, dirtiest secret! She looked up and glanced around the spacious office wondering which of the bastards was doing this. Stuart? Could be, he had tried it on at the Christmas Night out. Alex? No, he was too quiet, but still what was it they said about quiet ones? Chris? The plumby voiced public school boy? Or Jamie who had acted like her friend but was that just an act. They were all at their desks working hard and offering Liz no clues as to her blackmailer.

Then she decided to do it. What else could she do? If those pictures got around the office her life would be intolerable and she would not be able to face any of her colleagues again. She glanced over at icy blonde Stella and could only imagine the look on her face. No, it would be too much.

She tried to move as slowly and as carefully as possible, her long, elegant fingers suddenly trembling and nervous. Her right hand moved under the hem of her short skirt and hooked into the lacy material of her panties. She was blushing furiously though a glance up revealed no one was even looking at her. She wriggled uncomfortably on her chair, sure that anyone looking would know what she was up to. She grasped the panties and pulled at them, tugging them down slightly on one side. It was as slow process but inch by inch they moved. Then once they were free of her buttocks and pussy and around her thighs her telephone went off and she nearly jumped out of her seat!

It was a customer and it took all the self control Liz had left to listen to his request and process it on the system. As she hung up she thrust her hand under her skirt and pulled out her panties quickly moving them into her top drawer on the unit under her desk. Still no one seemed to be watching her. She straightened her skirt and stood up, making a bee line for the toilets where she splashed water in her face and stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could feel the cool air in the bathroom on her bare pussy and it sent tingles through her body. What the fuck was going on?

She returned to another e-mail from the mysterious source.

"Well done Elizabeth, now if you open your bottom drawer on the right and look at the back you will find a little something I left for you a week or so ago when you were on holiday. Take it out, turn it on and insert it where it belongs -- you will know. After it's been in there a few moments ask one of you colleagues over and speak to them while it is operating. I'll send another mail after that."

Liz leaned down and slid her drawer open and had a sinking feeling as she rummaged in the drawer before coming across a long, thin silver vibrator! From the wording of the mail she had suspected as much but seeing it there was a real blow to her. The real problem was that she had no one to argue or reason with, she didn't know who it was that was doing this so she could hardly do much about it. Swallowing nervously she waited until she was sure no one was looking her way and twisted the end of the dildo and slipped it under the hem of her skirt and pushed it up and into the slick, shaven entrance to her pussy and pressed it fully inside her.

She gave an involuntary shudder as it worked it's vibrating magic on her tender areas.

Liz supressed a shudder and tried to control herself and her feelings. This whole morning was like one big, erotic dream / nightmare. The way she was feeling right then she could barely imagine lasting until lunchtime without cumming at least once. The thought of climaxing there in her chair in the office was at once thrilling and terrifying. She thought that perhaps she should get on and perform the second task in the email sooner rather than later. A scan of the office left her in no doubt as to who she would get over there - it had to be Stella. Although the ice cold platinum blonde was a woman she doubted that the extremely efficient workaholic would give a second thought to whether Liz was a little 'flustered' or not. Plus, Liz felt sure this must be the handiwork of one of the men in the office, Stuart, or Chris or even Alex and that Stella offered the best chance of escaping undetected.

She busied herself with a couple of urgent emails, desperately trying to ignore the warm throbbing between her legs and then the perfect opportunity arose. Stella got up to get a sheet from the printer and as she crossed the room, Liz called out.

"Em, Stella, do you have a minute, I've got something I'd like to run past you."

Several head rose in the office at this request. Everyone else saw Liz and Stella in competition as the Alpha female of the office. Both in similar positions and both striving to advance their careers. Both good looking, hard nosed business women that showed little interest in anything other than career advancement. Their competition / rivalry was unspoken rather than anything too overt but certainly it was unusual for one to ask the other for help or a favour. Stella paused half way back to her desk before nodding.

"Of course Liz, be right there."

She dropped the print out at her own desk then walked over to Liz's desk. Stella, as ever was dressed in a business sexy fashion. She might have been seven years Liz's senior at 32 years old but she was still as sexy as hell. Her long, bold hair straight and cascading over her shoulders. Her lips bee stung and inviting and her blue eyes mesmerising to most of the males in the office. She wore a black jacket and (short) skirt combination and stockings beneath, with killer heels on her designer shoes.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Liz squirmed a little as Stella stood beside her and leaned down, suddenly the vibrator was almost too much for Liz and she had to ***** herself to ignore it's ministrations as she described a query from one of her clients. A query that she knew the answer to but had used it as cover to draw her colleague over to meet the terms of the blackmailer's email. Stella gave her the answer very matter of factly and seemed a little surprised that Liz had needed her assistance with it and strutted back to her desk feeling just a bit more important than before. Liz felt the opposite. She damned her blackmailer for her doing that, it might not have seemed like much but she felt she had lost ground to her office rival.

At half past eleven Liz finally got another email with further instructions.

"You are doing very well Liz. You so seem to be enjoying yourself somewhat, I see you squirming on your chair every so often! Anyway, time for the next part of the deal. At lunch time you may remove the vibrator and place it in your top drawer - do not attempt to clean it in any way, I want your juices on it. You will go out at lunch you have some shopping to do. And what are you buying you may ask. Well some reading matter is in order. You will buy 1 copy of each of these magazines - Playboy, Hustler, CumSluts and Black Cocks for White Sluts. I'm sure you will be able to source copies of each within easy distance of the office. You will bring them in without a bag and place them in each of the trays on your desk, cover upwards. Of course you can place paperwork on top of them but they must stay on your desk like that for the duration of the afternoon. Once they are in place I will give you your next instructions. Happy shopping! X"

Liz read then reread the missive, barely registering the time or her work. This situation just got worse and worse. She couldn't imagine going out and buying these magazines, how embarrassing and humiliating it would be far less placing them on her desk where they may be discovered by anybody! As galling as this proposal was she could not find the inner strength to deny it. Those photographs of her indiscretions were too much for her to allow to be exposed so she decided she must risk doing as she was told, despite the nagging voice in her head that asked where all this may end.

So at twelve thirty Liz managed to slip the dildo out from her sopping wet pussy (indeed when she stood to leave she was horrified to see a small damp spot on the fabric her chair) and dropped it into her top drawer of her desk and quickly got her coat and bag and out into the fresh air of the city. She took a deep breath and walked around the corner from her office and collapsed onto a wooden bench and tried to gather her thoughts and make sense of all that had occurred that morning. She took five minutes before realising that she had better get moving as she only had an hour for lunch and buying these titles (she had written them neatly on a yellow post-it note and slipped it in her purse).

She didn't bother trying to buy lunch and instead headed straight for the nearest newsagent and stepped inside as a bell rang to announce her arrival. The shopkeeper was an Asian in his twenties and her stood speaking rapidly in a foreign language as Liz entered. Trying to look casual (and failing miserably) Liz scanned the top shelf of the magazine racks and didn''t know whether to be pleased or not as she spotted first Hustler then CumSluts up there. Nervously gulping, and aware the men had stopped chattering and were watching her, the petite brunette stretched up and managed to snag both magazines in consecutive snatches. Just as she secured the second magazine the door bell went and in walked an old woman who bustled forward and stood at the counter waiting to be served. The proprietor moved to serve her but his eyes never seemed to leave Liz and she burned with embarrassment as she stood holding her hardcore pornographic magazines. And then the old woman couldn't find her purse in her handbag and stood aside and motioned for Liz to pay while she searched. Liz summoned up her courage and placed the magazines on the counter and searched in her purse for a ten pound note to cover the cost. To her horror as the man rang them up, staring all the time at her the old woman found her purse and stood beside her as he placed her purchases back on the counter. Seeing the titles and the lurid, pornographic pictures on the covers the old woman gasped and looked at Liz like she was some kind of axe ********. It shamed her to the core and she just handed over the cash and hurried out not waiting for any cash.

Only to be called back by a loud irate voice.

"Excuse me, where are you going? That's not enough money for those!"

Stunned, Liz stopped with her hand on the open door and shamefacedly turned back.

"I'm sorry, are you sure? I gave you a ten pound note."

With the audience of a goggling old woman and a grinning Pakistani man the shopkeeper spoke deliberately slowly and loudly.

"Yes I am sure. You bought Hustler and CumSluts and that comes to £12.98 and I would ask you to pay or I will have to call the police."

Liz literally dragged a five pound note from her purse and gave it to the man and burst from the shop almost in tears and hurried away. Aware she still had two more magazines to get.

For the moment she put her purchases in her handbag and scanned the streets for another newsagent. In the next newsagent Liz entered she picked up the latest issue of Playboy and despite a hot picture of busty Brit babe Kelly Brook on the cover she managed to get in, purchase it and get out without too much trouble. But of the fourth, most lurid title, she could find no sign and hurried from the shop aware that she did not have long left in her lunch hour before heading back. A dingy, run down corner store offer Liz her last realistic opportunity and upon entering she didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that the title "Black Cocks And White Sluts" was loomed over her. She stared at it for a moment and then realised that it was too high up, even on tip toes she could not reach it!

She turned to the shop assistant and saw that it was black youth, hardly out of his teens. He was tall though and staring at Liz as she turned to him.

"Er, excuse me?"

"Yeah?"

"Erm, I wonder if you could assist me, I can't reach the magazine I need."

He strode forward expectantly.

"Which one is it Mam?"

Liz flushed scarlet as she spoke.

"Erm, that one, er, Black Cocks and White Sluts."

He looked at her with a huge grin on his face and plucked the magazine from the rack and handed it to Liz. The picture on the front showed a blonde girl with six hard dicks at various points of the compass around her face. Liz dug into her purse and handed over the correct money this time and turned to flee, but as she reached the door the youth shouted after her.

"Miss, you know if you're into that kind of thing I got the real thing here any time you want to try it!"

The door jammed in her hurry to get out and it took three pulls to finally get out and be able to almost run back to the office, her porn buried in her bag.

*

She was five minutes late back into the office and she felt every single pair of eyes turn to stare at her as she got in and sat at her desk. She just brazened things out. The magazines were under her arm in a pile, with both showing ends displaying back pages that had nothing more revealing than adverts so it looked like the brunette had just been out buying glossy magazines. Before doing anything further she slipped the magazines into the piles in her trays as she had been instructed and smoothed her hair back and breathed deeply before checking her e-mail. She saw there was a new one from her tormentor and even as she opened it she remembered about her drawer, pulled it open to reveal the dildo coated in her love juices were gone a little black velvet bag had replaced it.

"Liz, are you OK? I was wanting to ask you about the Rothman's account."

Liz nearly jumped out of her skin at Jamie's voice coming from right beside her. She shut the drawer and turned to him, flustered.

"What? Yes. Ok. How can I help?"

Jamie was a shaven haired hunk, who clearly fancied himself as a Ladies man. Could he be her mystery blackmailer thought Liz as she shut her email down without looking at it and feeling nervous about the hardcore porn stashed on her desk and wondering what the hell was in that velvet bag.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you had the paperwork that went with this big credit note you raised for them last month. You know, the one you did before you handed the account over to me?"

Drawn back to work matters Liz momentarily forgot her day from hell and wracked her brain for where that paperwork was and was just in the process of lifting up a large pile from one of her filing trays when she saw the glossy magazine cover peek out below and she dropped it back down.

"Give me a moment Jamie, I'll bring it over when I've got it."

"Um sure."

Liz watched him stroll back to his desk and lifted the pile again, horrified by the thought that if she had continued and picked up the whole pile Jamie would have been staring down at the cover to Black Cocks and White Sluts! She shoved some sheets of paper in the tray over the magazine then lifted the pile and handed it over to Jamie before returning to her desk. Jamie had looked really smug when she handed it over, did he know something? Was he her blackmailer. she took her seat and opened the email she hadn't read since her return after lunch.

"Mmmmm. Liz that vibrator tasted so fucking good. I licked it clean at lunchtime. I do hope you managed to get all your magazines at lunchtime should make for interesting reading material for you tonight. Now you may see in the drawer I've left another little present for you. As soon as you can go to the toilet, open the bag and put on what lies inside. You will keep them on all afternoon. Until the next time,.x"

Liz realised she had been back almost twenty five minutes and not done what they had asked so she hurriedly grabbed the small bag and headed to the loo. Only when she was halfway across the office did she realise the risk she was running leaving her desk with the four magazines stashed on it. But she could hardly go back so, reluctantly she hurried on into the toilets. She dived into a cubicle and opened the little draw string at the top of the bag and emptied the contents into her hand. Two small crocodile teeth nipple clamps fell onto Liz's palm.

"Fuck!" she hissed, then quickly shut up as the door opened outside and someone else entered the Ladies toilet block.

Almost unquestioningly Liz unbuttoned her blouse enough to pull over her bra cup and then clip both of the nipple clamps on her stiff nipples. She winced as they bit in and considered for a moment taking them off, after all how could the bastard know she was or was not wearing them? But in the end she was not willing to risk upsetting him and so when she did up her blouse, flushed the toilet and exited the cubicle it was with two clamps on her nipples digging in. Standing at the hand basin washing her hands was Joanne, a coloured girl from the office, she looked up and flashed a toothy smile at Liz.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

Joanne was a relative new recruit and had hardly said a word to Liz in her four months employed there. Liz looked at her strangely, could she be involved in this?

"Er, yeas, fine thanks."

She replied before getting out of there and back to her desk. Where with horror she saw that her in tray with the copy of Hustler had been moved slightly and the bottom quarter of the magazine was visible (which was the bare thighs of some nameless bimbo model). Had she left it like that? Had someone been over and moved things? Liz felt she was cracking up. A feeling not helped by turning to her screen and a new email being there.

"I hope you like them Liz. I'm sure you have them on, if you don't then you've got a problem because they must be on your perfect little titties when I check them tonight and you are now expressly forbidden to visit the bathroom until close of work tonight. If they aren't on you are going to have to get them on your nipples in full view of the office. I'll be watching. Oh but I've got something for you to do this afternoon too. You'll see three attachments to this email. I want you to watch each one, in its entirety. No skipping now and to ensure you do you need to have the three correct answer to me by five o'clock.

Here's the questions:

1) The first video clip is of a bukkake. How many loads of cum does the girl take to her face? 2) Second clip is a piss video. How many people piss on the girl? 3) Final clip is from a BDSM video. How many different objects does the man use on the girl's ass?

Remember, Liz, answers by five at the latest and you will not leave the office until you receive my final email of the day. Happy viewing!"

Liz felt physically sick as she re-read the instructions and it sunk in that she would need to sit at her desk watching hard code porn. But having come this far she felt she couldn't back down now, it wasn't as if she was going online to access them, was it? So at least IT wouldn't see dodgy links on her machine. She sat and scanned the office, thankful that no-one was behind her desk, absolutely everyone seemed to by either busy on the phone or on their computers, it looked like no-one was interested in what she was up to. With her fingers shaking she pushed her mouse button twice and opened the first clip.

The picture quality was surprisingly good and Liz narrowed her eyes and focussed on the little window that opened. She minimised it and dragged it to the bottom left corner of her screen. She had no speakers so no worries about any audio giving her away. The screen came up black then quickly to a young, pigtailed brunette on her knees with multiple naked guys around her jerking off. In other circumstances Liz might have quite enjoyed watching this but instead she tried to keep her cool and concentrate on the action, ready to count the ejaculations. The camera zoomed in on the girl's face as the first penis exploded over her, firing strings of cum over her cheek and nose, almost instantly a second cock appeared on screen and fired over the girls forehead. Liz silently counted to two.

"Liz! Have you got your Health Questionnaire finished yet? It should have been in yesterday."

Liz jumped out of her skin in fright at Alex's voice as he approached her desk from an angle. She fumbled for her mouse and frantically closed the screen down just as the Head of HR arrived adjacent to her desk.

"Sorry Alex, sorry, what were you saying?"

The heavy set, thirty something bore reminded her about the company health questionnaire and stood over her as she rifled through her stuff looking for it. It was in a tray with her copy of Cumsluts and she had to be ultra careful in pulling the questionnaire out and handing it over to him. He went away seemingly happy but Liz couldn't help wondering if his timing was entirely co-incidental. Could he have set her this challenge then come over to try and catch her out?

She was aware of her paranoia now, the whole day had built and built and she wouldn't trust anyone now. With a furtive glare around the office to make sure no-one was likely to head over to her she re-opened the video clip and started counting the cum shots once again. This time she got all the way through the six minute clip. The girl took twelve cum shots to her face and as the picture froze at the end it was on her face obliterated in sticky, white semen. For a moment Liz wished she still had that fake dick between her legs looking at that cum covered girl was bizarrely, quite arousing. She broke her reverie and wrote the number on a post it then carefully opened up the second video clip.

As her blackmailer had stated it was a piss video and again a cute girl was the centre of attention kneeling, naked in a bathtub surrounded by men standing around it. She was a blonde with long hair in a ponytail and Liz gave a little jump as the video lurched into life straight into a stream of piss firing down and bouncing off the pretty girl's face. She opened her mouth and the aim was adjusted so the stream was hitting her outstretched tongue. Liz had heard of watersports before but never considered it and watching this poor model take six bladderfuls did nothing to change her mind. She would have switched the film off if she could have but was aware she had to count. But as soon as it was over she wrote down the number and opened the last file.

The bondage film was quite arousing to Liz in her heightened state. Watching a pretty, slim woman tied to a bench while a brute in a black mask walked around her before picking up various implements and thrashing her sexy ass was quite a thrill for Liz. She had done some light bondage with a ex a couple of years ago and enjoyed it. This appeared quite a bit heavier but seeing the woman treated like that was proving quite the turn on and she had to rewind a bit as she had lost count.

But finally she had her numbers and emailed the bastard back with her answers and nothing more, she had determined not to converse with him at all. And then she waited. It was nearly an hour before a response came, during which she had managed to get some work done and had spent the rest of the time wondering who it was that was doing this to her. The clamps on her nipples were now a dull throb and she wished she could remove them but she thought now she could manage to put up with them. When the mail did arrive her fingers trembled as she opened it, sure that this would be the grand reveal.

"Well done slut. You got all three numbers correct. Bet you enjoyed watching the three, didn't you? Bet you imagined yourself in those self same scenario's didn't you? Well maybe tonight will be your lucky night, who knows? You will be working late tonight. At five minutes past five you will head to the disabled toilet with your porn magazines. Once there you will strip naked and open the magazines at the four pages that are of most interest to you. Once that is set if you look in the first aid kit you will find some more items for you. Keep those nipple clamps on though. There will be a ball gag, a blind fold and a set of handcuffs. You will tie the gag in place in your mouth then unlock the door, put the blindfold over your eyes and make sure your wrists are cuffed behind your back. You must be in position like this at 5.30. If you are not in this state or chose not to go to the bathroom then there will be an anonymous email to IT detailing them that if they look hard enough they will find the signature of some interesting video clips on your work computer. The pictures of your past? Well those will come out at a later date. Do not disappoint my Elizabeth, be there, or else!"

Oh this was bad and Liz chewed her nails as she read and re-read this latest message. The threat was even worse now. The pictures and film being revealed would have been terribly humiliating and embarrassing but she would surely have had some sympathy at being exposed so cruelly but if what the writer wrote happened (and the big problem was that Liz wasn't brilliant on the computer, she really didn't know the intricacies of how much covering she could do in a PC) she knew for sure that she would be facing instant dismissal and probably really would struggle to get another decent job. Fuck! She realised that she had no choice but to do the unthinkable and expose herself terribly to this creep.

Five came too quickly and Liz watched as her colleagues started to shut down their work and ready themselves for their passages home. At five past she pulled the magazines from their hiding places and headed straight to the spacious disabled toilet cubicle which was at the furthest end of the building. She kept her eyes down and didn't look at anyone as she covered the magazines effectively with her arm. Having reached the cubicles she turned and locked it and took a deep breath. Courage! She implored herself. Still as terrified was she was she could not deny that there was a sexual thrill to this that she had rarely, if ever experienced before. She pulled down the toilet seat and sat on it and briefly contemplated not going through with this, but between the threat of what would happen to her if her blackmailer followed up his threats and the growing arousal to her situation, Liz decided to do as she had been told. She placed the magazines down by her side an picked up the first on - Playboy. Flicking quickly though the articles and columns she came to a photo shoot of the cover girl, Kelly Brook, she opened the magazine at quality picture that showed the busty model's tits and toned body and laid it down open to the side of the toilet bowl. The copy Hustler threw up a picture of porn Goddess Jenna Jameson that Liz was drawn to, the blonde was posing with a strap on dildo and looking mean yet extremely sexy. The picture she chose and laid out from Cumsluts was of a petite brunette on her knees while a cock ejaculated over her face, the gull arc of sperm caught by the camera as it headed towards the girls features. From the Interracial magazine Liz selected a picture of a blonde being taken from behind by a black guy while another one was shoving his dick in her mouth. She laid all four out around the toilet and with shaking hands began to undress.

Liz had always been very confident with her body - she was a very good looking young woman with a terrific figure but as she stepped out of her panties and placed them on the small pile of clothing she certainly didn't feel so confident. Still, she went ahead and opened the first aid box, aware that time was moving inexorably forward. There was no surprise to find all the items there as had been described. Her blackmailer had met every condition they had set so far which made Liz all the more sure they would follow through with their threats to expose her if she were not to obey them.

As she lifted the orange fetish ball gag and held it she could not help reaching down to her glistening sex and touching herself there. Her finger came away sticky as the effects of the day had had their effect on her. With trembling hands she pushed the gag into her mouth, ******* her lips wide apart then managed to strap it on place behind her head. Then she clicked on side of the handcuffs around her left wrist and stumbled towards the door and ****** herself to unlock it. Then as if fearing her courage would fail her she quickly pulled the blindfold into place, knelt down before the scattered magazine images and reached behind her and managed to click her other wrist into the cuffs. She was now at the end game come what may!

She knelt there like that for five minutes that felt like five hours. Trapped like that her senses were heightened and she heard every noise and smelled every aroma in that large disabled cubicle. Her mind worked overtime. Suddenly the fear came upon her that maybe it was all just a set up and nobody would show but that she would be found, naked, handcuffed and surrounded by porn by the cleaners in a couple of hours. Just as she was debating if that would be preferable and what kind of cover story she could come up with came a harsh crack as the door handle turned, followed by a couple of steps then the crack again as the door shut and bag as it was locked. Liz's senses went into hyperdrive as she realised she was locked in alone with her blackmailer!

The gag left liz unable to speak or make any intelligible sound, the blindfold left her totally unable to see her opponent and the cuffs left her virtually helpless do physically do much of anything about her predicament. But she still had ears and nose that we unencumbered and she strained them in her terrified darkness. She heard sounds behind her. Like clothes being removed, shoes kicked off, strappy type noise, maybe a belt being undone? But no words, no voice. Her nose though gave her the answer she had wondered all day. A perfume slowly filled the air in the cubicle, it was very slight, not overpowering but there nevertheless and Liz knew instantly whose it was - Stella's!

She spoke hopeless into her gag trying to communicate with her colleagues but it was worse than useless and she stopped instantly seconds later when something ( a belt?) was harshly lashed across her exposed buttocks. And then the final confirmation, Stella's cold, calculating, icy voice at Liz's ear.

"Shut up Liz, there's a dear. I don't want to listen to your muffled groans...well, not yet anyway,hahahaha.!"

There had always been a ruthless efficiency to Stella English, everyone that knew her sensed that immediately. She got the job done, quickly , efficiently and effectively whatever it was. But she was not well liked. Respected yes, admired perhaps, but liked, never. Her relationship with Liz from the first had been strained, they were both career women determined to succeed, they could never be anything other than rivals in the company. Away from the office Stella's tastes were more towards the extreme. Not for her the safety of a husband and 2 point 4 ********. She had taken a string of no strings attached younger male lovers before tiring of the male of the species and targeting other women for sexual encounters. Usually younger women than her and usually she liked to sexually dominate them, take what she wanted then toss them aside. And then she had discovered Liz's dirty little secret and her evil plan had hatched which had led both women to this point in time.

Stella slowly rubbed her hand over Liz's soft ass cheeks and admired them.

"I've wanted you like this ever since you came here Liz. I don't like competition and there's no doubt that's what you were. Notice I said 'were' because you're not now, no, now you are my bitch. Understand!"

Stella coupled announcing this with fiercely gripping Liz's hair and jerking her head back with no little *****. When she released her hold Liz did all she could do at that moment and nodded her ascent.

"Good. That's a good little bitch. You see, you're learning fast, a bright girl like you will quickly realise that there's nothing to be done that satisfy my every demand."

She accompanied this by reaching around Liz's body to cup her pert breasts and tweaked them. Liz jumped at the unexpected touch.

"But you haven't always been such a good girl have you Liz? You were a bad girl when you got those photos taken, when you were a wannabe porn star, eh? And today? What about today, you've been very naughty today, haven't you? Taking off your slutty knickers, stuffing my vibrator in your cunt, buying those filthy magazines and takign them into work and watching that disgusting porn on your work computer. Oh, yes, you've been very naughty."

And with that the ice cool blond spanked Liz six times, each blow hard and fast and leaving a red marking on her perfect, creamy bottom. Liz squealed into the gag but could do little else.

"And now, to ensure I don't reveal to anyone what a naughty little slut you are, you are going to please me, aren't you? Yes, you are. You will do whatever I want just to please me from now on. From here on in I am your Mistress and you are just my little slave slut, understand? And you know what slut? As much as you might not admit it, it turns you on, doesn't it? It makes you soaking fucking wet."

Here Stella plunged her fingers between liz's legs and thrust them into her sopping wet cunt. There was no denying her words, Liz was horny as hell and more aroused than she could remember. Then as Stella removed her fingers from Liz suddenly she took off the blindfold and Liz was able to look around and gaze at her dominant colleague. And what a sight it was!

Stella looked amazing. Gone was the smart, sexy business suited blonde without a hair out of place. Replacing her was a vision of dominance. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, her eyes were now aided with harsh, black eye liner, her breast snow encased in a tight, lace up Basque and her shoes now replaced by thigh high, kick ass boots. And strapped around her crotch was a large, strap on dildo, it looked every inch of its twelve inches in length. Liz goggled at her, unable to tear her eyes away.

"Not what you expected, is it? I bet you thought it was one of those pathetic saps we work with that was blackmailing you. That they were angling just to have a quick fuck. Well, you'll soon enough wish it had been Liz, because I want so much more than that!"

Stella's eyes blazed into Liz and she physically shrunk back, she had no problem, believing what she was being told.

"But we will start with a fuck though. Bend over and brace yourself, I'm going to enjoy this."

Still handcuffed and gagged Liz had no option but to do as she was instructed and presented her pretty ass to her new 'Mistress'. Stella got right in behind her and grabbed the back of Liz's hair and pushed the brunette's head right down, almost into the toilet bowl and then slapped her ass again before delving her hand forward and into Liz's soaking pussy.

"Oh yes, you want this, don't you bitch? You want it from behind like the fucking dirty bitch you are!"

And yes Liz did want it, this whole day had built to this, her sexual stress and tension had built all day and now she desperately needed to release them. She closed her eyes as Stella took her fingers away from her pussy obviously in readiness to set the fake cock to work. And then as she waited for that she got a surprise as Stella prized her ass cheeks apart and stabbed the tip of the monster dildo at Liz's tight, puckered anus.

"Oh, you're going to get it all right but only where I want to put it!"

And with a mighty thrust the blonde pushed her phallic instrument into her bitch. Liz made all sorts of noises into her gag but Stella ignored them and started to slowly pump in and out of the young woman's tight arsehole. While she did that she reached around and applied her fingertips right on Liz's protruding clit and rubbed at it. Liz's brain could hardly cope with the sensation's being ass fucked like this was more than she had ever experienced and it was not comfortable but she was now being brought to a definite climax as well and she screamed with pleasure into the gag as finally she was relieved and her pussy gushed a hot, wet load over Stella's fingers. Stella wiped her sticky fingers on Liz's tits and continued to ass fuck her for some time before slowing her pace down and eventually stopping with the length of the dildo stuck right up Liz's asshole. She leant there for a moment before reaching forward and undoing the gag straps and pulling it out of Liz's mouth. To her amusement a trail of saliva fell from her mouth and she gasped and grunted.

"Enjoy that? I know I did. Now be a good girl and get on your knees and clean your filth off this."

Liz could have spoken back, argued and tried to get through to her colleague but compelled by obedience and shame she dropped to her knees and turned to face the standing blonde once she had pulled the dick from her ass.

"Open wide."

Liz found the last vestiges of pride and kept her lips together but Stella grabbed her hair and jerked it and liz opened her mouth up. A second later the strap on was being pushed into her gasping mouth and slowly fucking it. Liz gagged on the taste and the deep throating action but with her arms helpless she could do little but let Stella fuck her face as hard and as fast as she liked. Stella got what she wanted and when she pulled out of Liz's mouth the black surface of her mammoth dildo was licked clean and shiny. Liz looked at the floor between her legs, unable to face her Mistress.

"Well I enjoyed that, didn't you? From now on we'll be having lots of little 'adventures' out of hours and you'll start being a lot more respectful to me in the office hours too."

Stella broke off as music could be heard outside, a clear indication that the cleaner had arrived in the office. The cleaner was a grubby little Eastern European man called Karl who leered at any of the female workers unlucky enough to still be there when he arrived.

"That sounds Karl's her e bit early. Damn!" Stellas said then an evil look came over her face.

"I need a distraction, I can't lit that little pervert see me like this."

She leaned down and undid the cuffs from Liz's wrists. As Liz shook them and got feeling back in them Stella went on.

"Get out there and distract him."

Liz reached for her pile of clothes and like in a nightmare her blonde Mistresss stopped her.

"No. I mean distract him slave. And to do that you don't need clothing. I'm going to take off this strap on, get dressed (pointing to her bag of office clothing by the toilet door) and gather up your porn (some light reading for me tonight) and then I need to sneak out without him knowing I am here. So I'll give you five minutes Liz, I doubt you'll need that but when I exit this door in five minutes I suggest he'd better not be looking over here and he'd better have other things to concentrate on, get me?"

Before Liz really knew what was happening Stella had pushed and manhandled her out of the door of the toilet and as Liz realised her terrible position (she as buck naked) Stella had turned the lock in the cubicle leaving Liz to contemplate her next move.

She stood shivering beside the door, too scared to knock and ask to be let back in, Stella had all that evidence to use on her now and Liz could not afford to lose her job like this. And yet that left only one real option - to do as Stella had told her and 'distract' Karl. The very thought nearly made her gag. She stood stock still and listened to the vacuum cleaner as he no doubt cleaned around their desks. With one last look at the door into the toilet Liz made her mind up and turned and moved around the corner and stood watching the cleaner as he had his back to her. She was so aware of her nudity and tried to get to her coat on the coats tand to the let of the office door. She stalked across the room and was only a few steps from being able to grab it and at least maintaining a degree of respect when the vacuum turned off and Karl spun around to head to the plug. What the old man saw was a beautiful 24 year old stark naked standing before him.

Their eyes met for seconds before Liz tried to speak.

"I, um, I, er, hi Karl."

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he leered over her young, lithe, sexy body. She risked a glance back towards the direction of the disabled toilet and feared Stella would exit any moment. Drawing up all her courage she stepped towards the cleaner and moved right up to him and past him so that he had to turn to see her - and he did turn.

"Miss Liz, what are you doing? You have no clothes on. Is there a problem?"

"Mmm, no problem Karl, I just wanted to surprise you is all. Give you a little show. You like?"

The heavy set, sweaty East European clearly did like and a sizeable bulge at his crotch more than confirmed that. Looking over his shoulder saw the handle to the disabled loo turn and she panicked and went straight to her last resort.

"You know what a blow job is Karl?"

Uuurgh! Liz cringed as she said the words, hardly creidting that she was contemplating doing this and from the eager nodding Karl did know what it was and he unzipped his jeans to speed her up, Cursing inwardly Liz dropped to her knees and helped him flip his swollen member out into the open. With no other option she wrapped her hand around it and started to jerk him off.

Liz felt incredibly cheap and nasty as she then opened her lips and engulfed Karl's cock. She had to fight back the desire to be sick at the smell and taste of it as it throbbed in her mouth but despite that she was still incredibly aroused at the situation she had been ****** into and the prospect of what may come next.

Stella emerged from the disabled toilet a minute later. She was fully dressed in her business clothes and had her fetish wear packed neatly into a holdall. Also inside the holdall were all Liz's clothes and her magazines . Stella moved silently behind the back of Karl and realised immediately that Liz had chosen to distract the cleaner by offering him oral sex. Stella smirked at the prospect, imagining how dirty Liz must feel stooping to that kind of level. Perfect, she thought, she must now be at her lowest ebb and I can really ***** through my domination of her to it's fullest extent. But she did not hang about, rather she got her coat and slipped out of the office just as Karl began to groan loudly and exclaim that he was cumming.

After the cleaner had sprayed his salty load in Liz's mouth and laughed as she swallowed it down Liz faced an awkward ten minutes or so. As she wiped her wrist over her lips and stood up she saw that the door to the toilet cubicle was open and Stella had clearly departed. She made to head there but Karl reached out and grabbed her arm to prevent her leaving.

"Thank you Miss Liz. You enjoyed that?"

Given the circumstances Liz could hardly say anything but yes without putting herself in even more trouble, she knew that the fact she had been ****** to do that by Stella could not be allowed to be revealed.

"Erm, yes. That was great Karl, thank you."

The fat man pulled her close and hugged her, pressing her tits up against his work shirt.

"That is great. Perhaps we can do this again another night, maybe you would like Karl to properly fuck you then. Perhaps over your desk, eh? I think you like the kinky and dangerous, no?"

Liz managed to peel herself off him and nodded and stammered a response that didn't really mean much.

"Well, we'll see. Sorry Karl I have to go."

She hurried to the bathroom only to find all her clothing gone. Panic hit her before she darted out (all the time watched by a bemused karl) and was delighted to see her jacket still hanging up. She grabbed it and out it on, tying the belt tightly around her middle before grabbing her bag from her desk and hurrying out. She stopped dead just outside the front door to the building as Stella stood, leaning on her car waiting on her.

"Took your time bitch, I guess you must have enjoyed sucking that fat pig off did you?"

Liz shook her head.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced so maybe tomorrow we'll see for sure" Stella turned on her heel and headed to her car door.

"Stop! What about my clothes? I'm getting the tube home, I can't go like this!"

Stella turned and smirked.

"Yes you can Liz, you'll just have to be careful is all. Now don't argue with me bitch, I can still fuck you up here and you'd do well to remember it from now on. And Liz? Tomorrow I will be expecting you not to be wearing any bra or panties, understand? I want easy access to my property from now on...."

Liz sat on the elevated bus seat and concentrated on keeping her legs as tightly together as she could. The skirt she was wearing came to higher than mid thigh and at Stella's command the day before she was wearing no knickers. It really was too revealing by half and sitting here on the bus travelling to work in the city with two nerdish looking school boys sitting directly across from her could not have been much more embarrassing. They stared intently at the acres of thigh she was displaying and she knew the slightest wrong move would afford them a view of her shaven snatch. Just as she thought that she had made it to her stop safely a car pulled out in front of the bus and the bus driver sank the brakes on hard. Everyone on the bus that wasn't holding onto a rail or bar was jolted from their position, including Liz, whose legs had to go wide to keep her balance. The effect of spreading her legs was to raise the mini skirt about an inch and a half and the two boys got a lovely glimpse of her tight, hairless pussy. As Liz blushed and hurried to cover her modestly she saw a damp patch spread on one of the boys trousers. The bus came to a stop and she couldn't get up quickly enough, with a withering look and shake of disapproval from an old lady one seat further across at the brazen display.

Just the start of another bad day at the office for Liz Locke....

*

Liz hurried along the pavement on her very high heels. Again they were not her choice but that of Stella, her 'Mistress'. Liz shook her head in frustration and continued along the pavement, occasionally catching a glimpse of her reflection in the glass fronts of the stores she passed and stunned at just how short this fucking skirt was. It all built up the frustration and when she finally reached her office building and punched in the security code she was in a real mood. And the fact Stella had told her to be 30 minutes early hardly helped matters either. And there stood Stella waiting for her. Cool as a cucumber the blond smirked as Liz entered, they were the only ones in and would likely be so for twenty minutes or so at least.

"Morning Liz. Skirts suits you. Makes you look like a right slut."

Liz fumed and would quite happily have scratched Stella's eyes out but instead gained a measure of control over her temper and addressed her older colleague.

"Look Stella. You have had your fun. Humiliated me. Embarrassed me. Degraded me. Had your way with me, OK, but this can't continue. I can't put up with this any more."

Stella's cold, hard blue eyes settled on her younger colleague and seemed to bore into her inner psyche to see if Liz was strong enough to back up these words. After a moment she stepped across the office toward Liz and without warning plunged her hand up and under the mini skirt and pressed her index finger up against and into Liz's cunt. There was sufficient wetness there to convince Stella.

"Don't try me you snivelling little bitch. You know what happens the moment you decide you've had enough. Everyone in this office and on your email contacts list gets to see that hardcore porn photoshoot. Worse than that the IT dept start delving into your computer and find you've watched a few files outwith the firms policy."

"But you made me watch them..."

"So? And even better it come out that you've been fucking one of the cleaners after hours."

"It was only once and you made me."

"Again so? You did it. And unless you lose the whiny attitude and get back to doing what I tell you without question everyone will know about these indiscretions and I doubt your rising career will be going any further. Still perhaps you can return to hardcore porn, eh?"

As much as Liz wanted to stand up to these bullying tactics she knew she was not strong enough mentally to risk her career and instead her big eyes dropped down in a sign of **********. Stella withdrew her finger and deliberately licked it clean before continuing.

"So we're clear? Good. Now I have an important task for you this afternoon but I think for your insubordination you should pay a penalty this morning. You know young Kevin, the office junior? I may be wrong but I don't think he's popped his cherry yet. You are going to change that by lunchtime."

She smiled as she listened to Liz's pathetic objections then pleas but stayed resolute.

"No Liz, you're just being silly of course a slut like you can seduce a poor, spotty, 18 year old like that and have your wicked way with him. I would suggest the stationary cupboard but it's up to you. If I don't see him going around here at lunchtime with a big cheesy smile then, well, you know what I might just do. And you do want to please your Mistress, don't you?"

Defeated the sexy brunette nodded and accepted her fate.

"Now" continued Stella, "I seem to have scuffed my shoes on the way in this morning. Clean it up will you? With your tongue!"

"What here? But what if someone comes in?" asked a panicked Liz.

Stella treated her to her trademark, cool, unconcerned look as she answered.

"Then, my dear, they will see what an obedient little pet you are won't they? Now hurry up and get licking, I really shouldn't have to keep reminding you that you really have no say in these matters."

Liz had little option given her predicament and realising that figured it would be better to do it sooner rather than later. So in her too short skirt she dropped to her knees and grimaced as she began to pathetically lick at Stella's designer shoes.

Lucky Kevin arrived at work at nine that morning not knowing the joys that day would hold for him. He had been in the office for three months now and had kept himself to himself and kept out of trouble. If someone had told him that morning that he would be fucking Miss Locke in the stationary cupboard he would probably have collapsed with shock and excitement. He fancied Miss Locke, but then so must anyone with a pulse he thought.

Liz watched Kevin as he moved around the office handing out mail that had arrived that morning. God he looked so young! Stella truly was a mega bitch. He was 18 years old, Liz knew that at least having signed his birthday card a few weeks ago as it was passed around. He looked like a bit of a nerd, tall, gangly, wearing glasses and not a hint of being cool. It should be easy to seduce him and as luck would have it Liz had the perfect excuse to get him alone.

"Erm, Kevin?"

He looked round already blushing. He wasn't the only one to look up Stella broke of typing an email to pay attention.

"Erm, I've got this big report to do for a client and I need to get a load of stuff from the stationary cupboard. I know that's kinda your job so I was wondering if we could go down there later and I can get all the materials I need."

It was convincing because it actually was the truth. Normally Liz would just have sent Kevin a note telling him what she needed but it wasn't unrealistic for her to accompany him down there to scope the materials out herself.

Kevin gulped and swallowed and nervously said it was fine and to come get him when she wanted to go down. This unfortunate comment brought a little snort of derision from Stella but no one else seemed to notice it.

Liz waited until after 10 that morning, when there was a large meeting that involved a good number of her colleagues in one of the upper offices. Risking a glance at Stella as she did it she dialled Kevin's number and said that she'd be down to the stationary cupboard presently and she'd be glad if he could come along and help her.

Actually it wasn't so much a cupboard as a small room. There was a small table in the centre of it and shelves on the other three walls packed full of every stationary items known to man. By the time Liz got to the room Kevin was already in there waiting, he must have dropped what he was doing and rushed there when she called. He stammered pathetically as he tried to address her.

"M-M-Miss Locke, how c-c-can I h-help you?"

Liz's smile was the type that could melt hearts and she unveiled it to the nervous boy there.

"You can start by calling me Liz, Kevin. We're colleagues you don't need to be so polite."

She said this as she brushed passed him to enter the room and lean on the table. Just her touch made him excited. She turned and pretended to scan the top shelf and exclaimed as she spotted a row of four hole punches.

"Just what I need. Here pass that step and I'll see which one I like."

Liz was actually enjoying this, on one level. She shouldn't be, she knew that but flaunting herself like this was actually arousing her. She took a metal step from Kevin and climbed up its three steps and knew that with the shortness of her skirt and the angle she was leaning at she would be revealing far too much to him now. A swift glance told her that he indeed, could not resist staring up her legs and beyond.

"Like what you see Kevin?"

There the subtlety ended. Stella wanted her to fuck this boy? Well she would get it, Liz was not going to muck about. With the lad blushing and not knowing quite what to say Liz descended to his level and planted a firm, wet kiss on his lips before seductively dropping to her knees. She knew this was wrong and that she should be reluctant to do this but it was like she had been overcome with some wanton lust. It was easy to use Stella's blackmail as an excuse but the truth was Liz enjoyed being used like this, no doubt. And Kevin was about to enjoy it too as Liz unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiff, teenage dick and slowly stroked it with her hand.

She looked up at him with her wide, enticing eyes and he nearly shot his load there and then. Just her soft hands gentle touch on his foreskin was making his member twitch already. Part of her would have liked to take longer over this, she was soaking wet herself, the element of risk proving to be quite the turn on this time. But clearly Liz had a limited time to do this and she took complete command of the situation. While she was on her knees she risked licking the teenagers dick a few times, getting as much of her saliva on his penis as possible before she brushed all the items from the desk in the middle of the room and mounted it, pulling her skirt up with it and presenting her ass and pussy to the young man behind her.

She was facing the closed door to the room as she felt his clammy hands clutch her tight ass cheeks.

"Oh Wow!"

"Hurry up and take me Kevin. And be quiet about it someone could come along at any moment and hear us!"

His slick and aroused dick easily slipped inside her cunt and she gave a low sigh, part way between satisfaction and revulsion at herself. Kevin didn't care he was quickly balls deep inside just about the most beautiful woman he had ever met. This was his every wet masturbatory dream come true and he never gave a thought to how exactly this had come to pass. He shoved his glasses back up his nose and set to fucking Liz in the same style as the guys he had watched on his porno DVD's.

Liz's front was pushed into the table and her head was down but she was able to lift it enough to glimpse a slight movement at the door. She had no time to even contemplate the horror of discovery before she saw the swish of blonde hair at the gap and recognised Stella standing there, watching them. Stella saw Liz looking and smirked, gave a mocking thumbs up then held up her mobile phone, Liz could guess that the bitch was recording this.

Kevin did not see her as right about then he had his eyes screwed shut and was somehow holding out a shout of sheer ecstasy as his teenage dick exploded and he came in a rush deep inside Liz. Stella gave a little wave then disappeared as Kevin collapsed on top of her. "Oh wow, that was amazing Miss Locke, that was brilliant. Am I your boyfriend now?" Liz groaned at the nerds response and managed to push herself up and get him off her. "Er, yes Kevin, that was nice but I don't think we could enter into a relationship just now. That was just a little fun. You enjoyed it didn't you? Good. Well maybe we'll do it again sometime, eh? But for now I need to get back to my desk before we get discovered." She got out of there sharpish before the youngster came up with any other questions but she was stopped in the corridor outside the main office by an altogether too smug Stella. "Enjoy that? Give young Kevin the time of his life? I'll bet! Anyway you'd better go and catch up on your work but we're doing lunch together, you and I. Take it at 12.30 and we'll go and have some fun!"

* Liz leaving for lunch with Stella attracted one or two looks from their colleagues. They had hardly been friends at work before and them going out together would have been a first. Liz didn't like it at all, she had been looking forward to the break from all this pressure that a quiet lunchtime would have given her and could only imagine that Stella would have more of her cruel mischief in mind. The only positive thing about it for Liz was that it meant she was hardly likely to bump into Kevin in the office over her lunch hour, she dreaded that particular meeting and where she would take things with him. Both women left the office in the city at a fair rate on their high heels and cut quite the sight as they marched on, the ice cool blonde Stella taking the lead and sexy, younger Liz following a step behind. "So how was your toyboy?" Stella's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You shouldn't have made me do that. It's not fair. On him or me. Please Stella can you end this, I don't know if I can take any more. Please?" Stella smirked and veered into a Starbucks. "Buy me a coffee and I'll think about it. Don't bother getting one for yourself though, you should watch your figure." That remark was hardly necessary as Liz had a slimmer, sexier figure than Stella but she did not retort and instead got the blonde her hot ***** and followed her out. "I've thought about it Liz and decided that no, on the whole I'd rather go on having my fun with you. And you like it, don't you? Don't lie bitch, I know the truth. You like being told to do all these things, deep down inside it gives you an excuse to humiliate yourself and indulge your deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, doesn't it? So no, I'm going to go on using you for my ends and amusement. I have a particular job for you this afternoon, perhaps if you succeed at that I might be tempted to relax my control on you." This gave Liz at least some hope of escape from the older blonde but her heart also lurched as she took on board that she had to do something for her that afternoon, if only she knew that things were nearer and worse than that... Stella had led them down a succession of alleys leading away from the main thoroughfare they had walked down until they were into a street that was much quieter than some of the earlier ones. Stella smiled and pointed to a begger, sitting cross legged in a shadowy archway. "Go and see how much cash he's got and offer to suck him off for the cash in his cup."

Liz looked aghast at Stella and exclaimed. "Fuck no! I'm not doing that! I don't care if I lose my job, no way am I sucking off that disgusting thing!" "Hmm. You don't care that everyone, your friends, family and colleagues will know that you were a porn star in your youth? That you watch porn on your work computer? That you fucked one of the cleaners? That you fucked the office junior? You don't care about that?" Liz listened to each charge and shook her head, she did care but she would not do this, she would stand up to Stella this time. "Well Liz maybe you should know what I was doing while you were seducing young Kevin. Before I came down there to capture the moment on film I went to your desk and down loaded some images from this (she held up a memory stick) onto your computer. Let's just say they're not strictly legal shall we? Now if you decide to continue to disobey my orders I will just have to make a phone call to Mark in IT and suggest that I saw you looking at them at your desk and ask him to investigate. I'm sure he'll be diligent enough to get the police in before too long. Now bitch? DO you want to reconsider your fucking answer?" Stella's voice turned ice cold at the end and the look she fixed Liz with was one of pure venom. Liz felt that Stella was in no way bluffing and the pretty brunette looked from her to the dishevelled creature in the shadowed alcove and gave a sob of frustration before blurting out. "All right! I'll do it! I'm sorry Stella. Please don't tell anyone!" Stella reached up and grabbed Liz's hair and ****** her to look directly at the blonde as she spoke. "As long as you remember who owns your ass now bitch! Now get a move on we don't want to be late back to the office, do we?"

Liz pulled herself free of Stella's hold and staggered towards the shadowy alcove where the wretched looking creature sat, cross legged barely focussing. He was almost catatonic and he barely registered the beautiful woman's approach.

Almost automatically he lifted his dead eyes and asked pathetically.

"Spare some change?"

There was no hope in his voice and for a moment Liz felt a pang of sympathy. Then she glanced around at Stella and all her sympathy was for herself. She quickly moved in over him, off the street and nearly out of sight and lowered herself so that she was squatting before him and inches from his face. She lifted his cup with a few coins from his hands and he let her, just managing to lift his eyes to look at her enquiringly and before she could talk herself out of this she reached her hand down and under his ragged trousers and found his limp dick within.

That brought his eyes open and something approaching a smile as she cautiously wrapped her elegant fingers around his dick and began to wank him. God, thought Liz, this was the absolute pits and yet something about the *********** of the situation was making her panties damp! She flushed in embarrassment and stooped further into the shadows for the final part of her degradation. All under the watchful, mocking eye of Stella.

Liz swallowed the wino's stiffening dick into her mouth while still masturbating him, hurrying through it to get it over with as quickly as possible. He was still in something between a daze and a coma and said nothing as this glamorous slut gave him his first blow job in over five years (and the nearest thing his dick had had to a wash in over two!).

He came with barely a grunt, the first Liz realising was her mouth flooding with a sour liquid that she nearly gagged on. As she knelt on the ground spluttering and spitting Stella gave a harsh laugh and barked at her colleague.

"That it then? Hurry up slut, we need to get back to work, we've got an important meeting this afternoon!"

The suddenly business-like blonde turned on her heel and Liz struggled to her feet and walked after her, sparing only the briefest of glances back at the homeless tramp she had just given head to. It was impossible to compute, he sat there still and pathetic and Liz couldn't quite get over the fact that she had just sucked his cock and swallowed his filthy cum. All the while turned on at her utter ***********. In fact they were nearly back at the office before she thought about Stella's words. What meeting did they have? Liz certainly wasn't aware of it.

As the went in the door Stella hissed under her breathe to her.

"No *****s bitch. And no visits to the loo. I want you tasting that stinking tramps cum for as long as possible."

Then Stella's face went into a wide laugh as if she had just shared a joke and headed to her desk while Liz stood dazed. Eventually Liz found her way back to her own desk and absent-mindedly went through her emails and faxes. She really wasn't up to concentrating on her work though so saved anything that looked remotely taxing for the next day and reduced herself to the most brain numbing, simple tasks she could find. Still it was difficult to escape all that she had done that day. Allowing Kevin to fuck her had been bad enough but she could not think that she had ever been any lower than giving a blow job to that disgusting street dweller.

"Liz! That's my clients here now, are you ready?"

Stella's voice was crisp and businesslike and Liz nearly jumped from her seat at it as she called across the office after taking a phone call. Liz nodded and got unsteadily to her feet and obediently followed her colleague from the main office towards the conference room. As they entered Stella warmly greeted two men and Liz tried to keep her composure as she looked at them. They were two hugely overweight businessmen in sweaty shirts and tight suits and both looked positively sleazy.

"Guys, this is my colleague Liz, she's going to help me get your name on this here contract. Liz this is Steve Jones and Bob Collins from Servco."

They shook hands with Liz but she was aware immediately of the two men leering at her and sizing her up. She was already uncomfortable in their presence as Stella sat them all down around the round table.

Liz's fear dissipated as Stella led the two men through the proposed agreement and contract in a very business like fashion and Liz was soon wondering exactly what she was doing there. That question was apparently answered after half an hour of discussion back and forth on the contract Stella turned to Liz and basically ordered her to go and make them all tea and biscuits. Liz blushed, she was on the same pay level and structure as Stella yet the blonde was treating her as little more than a trainee. Making a weak effort at a smile the brunette got up and left the room and was more than aware of Stella leaning forwards conspiratorially as she exited the room.

Liz was only gone for about five minutes but by the time she returned she entered a very different conference room. It was darker for one thing. The blinds had been pulled. As she pushed open the door while carrying the tea tray her eyes squinted to see properly and she very nearly did drop the tray when she saw what was going on. Both of the fat clients were standing and had their trousers and pants at their ankles while Stella was kneeling between them and giving them both a hand job.

"Oh good, you're back Liz. Put the tray down and lock the door we don't want to be disturbed."

Working almost automatically Liz turned and placed the tray carefully on the table. She looked at the two fat clients with their dicks out and leering openly at her as Stella released their cocks and got up and locked the door behind Liz, and wondered at how her second day from hell could get any worse while also hating that her pussy was rapidly getting wetter.

"Guess my secret's out Liz, this is how I secured this particular contract and for this renegotiation you are going to help me get it again. I'll get all the credit of course, and the bonus, but hey look at the training and insight I'm giving you!"

Liz had used her looks to get ahead before, she was a good looking girl and she had flirted with clients before but this was a few steps beyond that. She glanced at Stella and couldn't quite believe that the ice cold blonde bitch used her body to secure deals, she just came across so businesslike and professional. Stella returned her look and snapped.

"Clothes off and on your knees Liz, time to show Steve and Bob what a slut my esteemed colleague really is!"

The two smug, overweight businessmen came to the table and picked up their coffees and began to ***** from them while they watched the sexy young executive tentatively begin to strip off for them. Just a few days ago she could never have done this and certainly not without an argument but after all she had done on the back of Stella's blackmail she did not bother putting up any resistance. She submissively unbuttoned her jacket and then her blouse. Her skirt followed then her stockings and finally her bra and panties went leaving the slim brunette stark naked before the other three. The two men were literally drooling at the mouth, slobbering at her fit body.

"You will find, gentleman, that my colleague is very eager to please and indeed I am sure she will be even more accommodating than I was to retain your business for the company. Won't you Elizabeth?"

Stella treated Liz to the biggest ********** smile imaginable, all the while mentally reminding her of the various footage and pictures she held on her. Stella knew it, Liz knew it and Liz just gave a weak nod of ascent.

"Good, on your knees then slut, the boys are waiting."

Liz Locke was noted throughout the company for her prim and proper, business like nature and professional manner, how her colleagues would have been shocked to see her naked and sinking to her knees to take the two fat bastard clients cocks into each hand.

She jerked each of them off hoping beyond hope that it was all they would want. It wasn't. After just a few moments they slapped her hands away and told her not to use them but to use her 'pretty mouth'. She gave them a look of disgust but leaned forward to take Steve's greasy, hairy cock into her mouth. Stella saw the look and spoke up.

"Oh come on slut, we're past the point where you pretend you are disgusted by this. You fucking love it all. You love being treated like the dirty little bitch you are. Get your hand down there on your cunt and play with yourself while you show the gents your oral skills."

Liz hated the fact that her fingers touching her own clit suddenly made her jump and she could then feel her own juices ooze out of her hole and coat her fingers. As she settled into a rhythm of stroking herself the slimy dick in her mouth was removed and she turned her head to take Bob's between her lips. She sucked it right down to the base until his hairy balls pressed against her chin. But Steve did not want to just stand wanking and he pressed in nearer and took the opportunity to slap his dick against Liz's cheek and in her hair.

After that Liz started to alternate between their two dicks rapidly - a few hard sucks on one the release it and a few more on the other. Before long they were at full hardness and coated in a viscous mixture of pre-cum and saliva. But just as she was settling into a pattern Steve's hands reached down, grabbed her by her hair and physically hauled her to her feet before spitting into her gaping mouth then spinning her around and pushing her forward so she was bent over the conference table.

"Time to seal the deal babe, open up."

He stepped in behind her and pushed her thighs apart with his own. Liz looked up and found Stella sitting at the table directly across from her calmly sipping on her coffee and observing the action.

"I don't want sloppy seconds man" moaned Bob as he watched Steve line his cock up in preparation of impaling Liz on it.

"Well you can have her **** hole then, now shut up, you're putting me off and I'm absolutely gagging to stuff this slut's tight cunt!"

Liz despaired of being spoken about and treated like nothing more than a piece of fucking meat and she looked over at the smug countenance of Stella and scowled but that was wiped off her face as her body was shunted forward as Steve's long, hard dick rammed into her pussy from behind and he reached forward to grab her hair and pull back on it as he started to fuck her frenetically over the table. It was a hard and fast and nasty fuck and despite herself Liz was aroused beyond reason. She felt like a cheap whore as the client bnaged her like that while his colleague and Stella watched them but that feeling was not entirely as desperate as it seemed.

He did not last long though and all too quickly Liz felt his body stiffen then with a series of jerks and spasms he ejaculated inside her. She hated that and the fact that she had been close to cumming herself but he quickly withdrew and allowed his colleague access in behind her. Liz grimaced as Bob waddled in behind and lined his dick up with her tight asshole, she knew that no amount of ass fucking would get her off and she almost cried tears of frustration as he plunged into her butt and started a slow pound in and out of her anus. Again she looked up and again Stella's cold blue eyes seemed to see her frustration all too easily and smirk at her predicament.

It was another quick, dirty shag and Bob came with an *********** grunt and filled Liz's ass cavity with several thick spurts of cum. He pulled out too quickly and had to cup the last dribbles in his hand to save it spilling onto the carpet. Stella saw the situation at once and barked an order at Liz.

"You dumb bitch! You should have made sure it was all inside you! Quickly turn around and suck that all up and him clean! We can't have any dodgy stains on th ecarpet or chairs!"

Part of Liz wanted to let just that happen, it would be some small thing to hold over Stella but she knew it was likely nothing she could do anything with and reluctantly peeled her titties off the wooden table surface and once more dropped to her knees and managed to suck the last dregs of cum from bob's cock and then out of his hands. Only after did it register that that cock was fresh out of her asshole. By then she didn't really care.

As she was doing that Stella had produced the contract and was getting Steve's signature in all the right places. As he did that and Bob pulled his trouser sup Stella looked at Liz and asked.

"You need to cum bitch?"

Liz whimpered and desperately wanted to find the strength to so no but she nodded a pathetic ascent.

"Then get on the table and give the boys one last thank you for this contract."

She tossed Liz a black dildo and went back to the contract signing. It seemed to humiliate Liz even more that no one really paid her much heed as she crawled onto he thick wooden table and knelt atop it and eagerly thrust the plastic cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy to get herself off.

The other three barely acknowledged Liz's presence, which was just further *********** for her as she knelt up there over them and frantically played with herself to get herself off.

Stella gathered the papers up and was now wholly back to her completely professional manner and rounded the men up and spoke.

"Thank you Steve, Bob, now how would you like to go and grab tea, my shout of course."

They agreed and grabbed their jackets as the blonde turned to Liz just as Liz came in a moaning, gushing spray all over the conference table.

"You'd better clean that up slut, I don't want anyone suspecting how I managed to secure this contract for another year."

Liz sighed and hated herself that she had made such a display of herself as she slumped on all fours on the hard surface of the table. The door to the room was unlocked and the two men left followed by Stella, in the background the cleaners hoovers could be heard, it was the close of another day in the office.

"Better hurry bitch, or perhaps you're just waiting to fuck the cleaner again? Ha, ha. See you tomorrow, I'm sure I can find more ways you can assist me then."

LE PARIE DE MON MARI


Mariée depuis une dizaine d'année un homme que j'adore, tout allait bien dans notre couple jusqu'à un mercredi, jour ou je ne travaille pas, la ***nette retentit, je vais ouvrir c'est un monsieur que je ne connais pas. Il dit s'appeler Patrick et qu'il connaît bien mon mari, Il me demanda si je suis au courant que mon mari avait parié et perdu une grosse somme d'argent. Je lui dis qu'il doit faire erreur car mon mari ne parie jamais et ne joue pas non plus à des jeux d'argent. Il me montre un papier écrit signé de mon mari sur lequel apparaît la somme qui se monte à plusieurs milliers d'euros. D'un seul coup ma vie s'écroule, nous n'avons pas une telle somme et pas question de faire un prêt, nous sommes à découvert certain mois. Je ne vois qu'une solution revendre la mai*** que nous avons achetée il y a 8 ans, pour pouvoir payer cette dette contractée par mon mari. Je me suis mise à pleurer comme une madeleine l'homme me calme et me dit vouloir faire un arrangement, mais que mon mari lui a promis de le rembourser depuis plusieurs mois et qu'il ne voit rien venir, c'est pour cela qu'il est venu m'en parler. Je lui demande quel arrangement on peut trouver car au maximum, on pourrait lui donner entre 50 et 100 € par mois et au vu de la somme que l'on doit il nous faudrait une trentaine d'année pour tout rembourser sans parler des intérêts. Il me dit qu'il est d'accord, si j'accepte d'être sa maîtresse 2 à 3 fois par semaine. Je lui réponds qu'il est fou et que je ne veux pas tromper mon mari, ce à quoi il me dit que j'ai qu'à en parler avec lui et que si nous sommes d'accord il décompterait à chaque fois qu'il couchera avec moi un certain montant de notre dette. Il prend congé en me disant d'en parler à mon époux et de réfléchir et qu'il viendra demander la réponse dans 10 jours et qu'il nous enverra une lettre dans laquelle il renonce à une partie de l'argent contre divers services que je lui rendrai. Quand au soir mon mari rentre, je lui demande si c'est vraie cette dette, il me dit que oui et m'explique qu'il s'est fait avoir. J'explose et rentre dans une colère noire, et là je vois mon mari effondré en larme et me jure qu'il ne recommencera plus ce genre de connerie. Quelques jours plus tard, je reçois un E-mail de Patrick qui dit cela:
Patrick X reconnaît être d'accord pour effacer la dette de M. et Mme Y. contre divers services qu'ils pourront me rendre.
Madame accepte de devenir ma maîtresse à partir du jour ou je récupérerai cette lettre datée et signée et cela 2 à 3 fois par semaine et s'engage avec l'accord de *** mari à accepter tout ce que je lui demanderai si il ou elle refuse une seule de mes demandes, je casserai cet accord et dans ces conditions M. et Mme Y auront 48 H pour rembourser la somme restant due. Si passé ce délai, je n'ai pas récupéré la totalité de la somme, je déclencherai une procédure de saisie sur leurs biens via un huissier de justice.
Lu et approuvé
Signatures M. et Mme


Le soir mon mari rentre du travail, je lui fais lire cet E-mail que j'ai imprimé. Après l'avoir lu, il me demande:
— Tu ne vas quand même pas accepter cette proposition?
— Tu vois une autre solution?
— Eh! non.
— Bon dans ce cas, nous n'avons d'autre choix que d'accepter cette proposition.
Samedi, jour ou Patrick doit venir pour savoir notre réponse, le matin même il appelle pour nous prévenir qu'il ne pourra pas venir ce jour car il est en voyage pour affaires et ne rentrera que dimanche vers midi, je lui propose s'il n'a rien de prévu ce dimanche de venir dès qu'il sera rentré de *** voyage et que c'est avec plaisir que nous l'accueillerons pour dîner. Un peu embarrassé il accepte. Dimanche midi, Patrick arrive avec un gros bouquet de fleurs et une bouteille de champagne bien frais. Dès que l'on boit l'apéritif, je lui tends le document signé de nous deux et il me dit:
— Dès que j'aurai la lettre dans les mains, je peux te demander ce que je veux.
— Oui je sais, si commencer maintenant ou demain cela ne change pas grand-chose.
— Comme tu veux, tu as des ensembles bas porte jarretelles, slip et soutien gorge?
— Oui.
— Alors vas en mettre un.
Je pars faire ce qu'il me dit, je reviens quelques instants plus tard et je commence à servir le plat que j'avais préparé dans la matinée. Patrick me félicite car il se régale. Quand nous avons fini, je propose du fromage et Patrick me dit:
— Tu vas chercher le fromage mais avant de le ramener tu enlèves ta robe.
Je reviens donc dans la salle en sous vêtements, porte jarretelles et bas avec le fromage. Pour servir le dessert, il me fait enlever mon soutien-gorge, en le servant je remarque que *** pantalon est déformé par une grosse bosse au niveau de *** entre jambe. Le dessert fini les hommes s'installent au salon le temps que le café passe et que je débarrasse la table, une fois fini je les rejoins avec le café. Je reporte les tasses vides à la cuisine puis reviens au salon alors que je vais pour m'asseoir, la voix de Patrick ré***ne:
— Mets toi à quatre pattes sur la table du salon.
— Vous n'allez quand même pas me baiser devant mon mari?
— Si, je veux qu'il voit ce que sa femme est obligée de subir à cause de ses bêtises, dépêches d'enlever ton slip et de te mettre en position.
Dans la précipitation, j'oublie enlever ma culotte, j'entends Patrick qui enlève *** pantalon et *** slip puis il s'approche de moi, arrache ma culotte et sans ménagement il s'enfonce d'une seule poussée de toute sa longueur dans ma chatte et je ne peux m'empêcher de crier:
— Aïe!
— Heureusement que tu mouilles sinon tu aurais eu encore plus mal, ça t'excite de te mettre à poil devant des inconnus.
— Oui, j'ai honte mais c'est bon et ta bite est grosse elle me fait du bien, pardon mon chéri de prendre du plaisir avec un autre homme, mais je sens que je vais jouir.
— Oh! oui qu'est ce quel est bonne la chatte de ta femme.
Ne pouvant plus se retenir, il jouit en même temps que moi. Après avoir repris nos esprits, je demande à Patrick comme il fait bon, si on ne profiterait pas des transats sur la terrasse. Alors que je m'apprête à remettre une robe légère Patrick me dit de rester nue pour profiter pleinement du soleil et qu'il va en faire autant. Nous nous allongeons donc nus sur les transats tout en discutant de choses et d'autres. Au bout de quelques heures Patrick se lève et dit:
— Bon, il est temps que je rentre chez moi, mais comme te voir nue me fait bander, je vais te sauter une deuxième fois.
Je m'apprête à me lever pour rentrer il me retient écarte mes cuisses s'allonge sur moi et me baise là sur la terrasse sans se soucier des voisins qui pourraient nous voir. Après que j'ai joui 2 fois, il accélère la cadence et décharge une bonne quantité de sperme au moment où je jouis pour la troisième fois. Puis Patrick se rhabille et mon mari le raccompagne jusqu'à la porte. Quand mon mari revient je suis dans le salon et il s'aperçoit que des larmes coules sur mes joues et il me demande:
— Mais qu'est ce qu'il y a ma chérie pourquoi ces larmes.
— Tu n'as pas vu, j'ai pris du plaisir avec un autre homme que toi, je t'ai trompé, je suis une salope et tu ne voudras plus me faire l'amour.
— Mais non tu ne m'as pas trompé j'étais là à te regarder.
— Oui, mais j'ai pris beaucoup de plaisir à me faire sauter par un autre homme.
— Je préfère te voir prendre du plaisir que de pleurer le temps qu'il te baise. Et je vais être franc avec toi j'ai même joui dans mon slip la première fois qu'il t'a prise et sans me toucher.
— Alors comme ça tu aimes regarder quand je me fais sauter par un autre et tu désire encore me faire l'amour?
— Oui, je désire encore te faire l'amour et même tout de suite si tu veux?
— Je prends une douche après tu pourras me baiser.
— Non ne prend pas de douche, j'aimerai te prendre tout de suite.
— C'est bien pour te faire plaisir, moi j'aurais préféré me doucher.
Sans plus attendre nous avons fais l'amour dans le salon très rapidement et nous avons recommencé dans la soirée mais dans notre chambre cette fois si.

Résum: Mon mari a parié et perdu une grosse somme d'argent ne pouvant pas rembourser beaucoup tous les mois, je suis devenue la maîtresse de Patrick l'homme à qui mon mari devait l'argent. Pour plus de détail voir le pari de mon mari.
Dix jours ***t passés depuis ce fameux dimanche Patrick étant absent pour *** travail, on est mardi en fin d'après midi, je suis au travail quand je reçois un E-mail de Patrick me demandant si l'ordinateur est équipé d'une webcam et si j'ai MSN. Je réponds par l'affirmatif. Il me demande de m'y connecter une fois fait je peux voir Patrick et nous entamons une conversation par caméra interposée:
— Comment vas-tu depuis la dernière fois?
— Bien, merci et toi ça vas?
— Oui très bien. Et comment a réagi ton mari dimanche après mon départ?
— Très bien, on a même fait l'amour et il n'a pas voulu que je me douche avant.
— Relève ta jupe, que je vois tes dessous. Tu es superbe avec tes Dim up, caresses toi, enlève ta culotte.
— Je peux mettre le verrou à la porte de mon bureau? J'ai peur que quelqu'un entre.
— Non, ouvre ton chemisier retire ton soutif et caresse tes seins et de l'autre main enfonces toi deux doigts dans ta chatte.
— Oh! C'est bon, j'ai envie de jouir.
— Non, tu dois jouir en même temps que moi.
A ce moment là je regarde mon écran et je vois Patrick nu en train de se branler ce qui a pour effet de faire monter mon excitation d'un cran. Alors que nous sommes sur le point de jouir la porte de mon bureau s'ouvre, c'est mon patron qui en voyant le tableau s'excuse d'être entré sans frappé et referme le porte et regagne *** bureau. Je n'ai même pas eu le temps de faire quoi que se soit, j'explique à Patrick se qui vient de se passer mais sans arrêter de me masturber et même en mettant un troisième doigt dans ma chatte et quelques instant plus tard on jouit tous les deux en même temps. Après avoir repris mes esprits, je me rhabille salut Patrick et coupe la connexion puis je me dirige vers le bureau de mon patron. Tous les bureaux ***t vides, j'arrive devant la porte de celui de mon patron, je frappe la lumière au dessus de la porte m'indique que je peux rentrer ce que je fais, dés la porte refermée je dis:
— Je suis venu m'excuser pour le tableau auquel vous avez assisté il y a quelques minutes.
— Non, c'est à moi de m'excuser je n'aurais pas du entrer sans frapper.
— Il faut que je vous explique pourquoi j'étais en train de me caresser.
— Je ne vous demande rien, vous pouvez faire se qu'il vous plaît de votre vie, je suis rentré dans votre bureau après les heures de bureau.
— Si je tiens absolument que vous sachiez pour quel rai*** j'étais à moitié nue dans mon bureau. Mon mari a parié une grosse somme d'argent et nous ne pouvons pas rembourser cette somme, l'homme à qui on doit cette somme veut bien diminuer celle-ci mais en contre partie je suis sa maîtresse 2 à 3 fois par semaine avec interdiction de refuser ce qu'il me demande.
— Mais votre mari est au courant de cet accord.
— Oui, c'est lui qui a perdu le pari et d'ailleurs la première fois ça s'est passé devant lui.
— Ah! bon, tu sais, je te trouve très belle et si je étais resté à te regarder prendre du plaisir tu aurais continué?
— Oui, certainement j'étais déjà à un point de non retour.
— Si j'avais su je serais resté c'est tellement beau une femme qui prend du plaisir en se branlant.
Après cette discussion, Je quitte mon travail et quand mon mari rentre, comme d'habitude je lui raconte tout dans les moindres détails y compris la conversation avec mon patron. Le soir au lit, il me fait l'amour juste avant que l'on s'endorme. Quelques jours plus tard alors que je suis avec mon amant je lui dis qu'après avoir coupé mon ordinateur, je suis allé voir mon patron pour lui expliquer pourquoi il m'avait vu avec mes doigts dans ma chatte et lui dit ce que mon patron m'a dit, c'est là qu'il me dit qu'il m'a enregistré sur *** ordinateur et qu'il me l'enverra: et que si je veux je pourrais le transmettre à mon patron. Le lendemain comme de fait, j'ai un E-mail avec la vidéo et je la renvoie à mon patron avec ce petit mot:
— Vous m'avez dis que vous auriez aimé me regarder me caresser mardi dernier, alors je vous envoie cette vidéo que mon amant a enregistré comme ça vous pourrez me regarder autant de fois que vous le voulez.
— Très belle vidéo, merci.

Mercredi, Patrick arrive chez moi et me propose:
— Si on allait voir les magasins de centre ville de Lille (nous habitons à 50 KM de Lille)
— Pourquoi pas, la dernière fois que j'y suis allé, je n'étais pas encore marié.
— Vas te changer mettre une robe courte et sans sous vêtements.
Nous voilà partis, sur l'autoroute, Patrick me demande de remonter ma robe et mettre mes pieds bien écartés sur le tableau de bord. En dépassant certain camion nous avons le droit à quelques coups de klaxon et des appels de phares. Arrivés en ville, nous nous promenons depuis un moment, comme si nous étions marie et femme, Patrick a sa main sur ma taille, alors que nous pas***s dans une rue un plus calme du coté du vieux Lille, Patrick descend sa main, la passe sous ma robe et remonte jusqu'à mes fesses. Si des gens nous suivent, ils vont s'apercevoir que je n'ai pas de culotte. Je tente de protester, mais il me pousse dans un coin d'un passage donnant dans la cour d'un immeuble, il fait sombre, là il me fait pencher en avant, je m'appuie sur une pierre, Patrick relève ma robe et me pénètre sans trop de difficulté car je mouille. Il m'amène vite vers l'orgasme, mais au moment ou je vais jouir, il se retire et me dit :
— Tu as envie de jouir salope?
— Oh! Oui dépêches toi de me faire jouir.
— Enlèves ta robe, je veux que tu sois à poil pour jouir.
— Mais n'importe qui peut passer.
— Ça m'est égale mets toi à poil.
Sachant que je n'ai pas le droit de refuser sous peine de voir notre contrat rompu, je m'exécute, dès que je suis nue je reprends la position et aussitôt Patrick me pénètre à nouveau et à peine quelques allers et retours et j'ai un orgasme fulgurant. Mais Patrick n'a pas encore joui et continue à me baiser très fort, un homme passe et nous voit, il s'arrête, au bout de quelques instants n'en pouvant plus, il sort *** sexe et se branle puis s'approche un peu plus de nous. Quand l'homme est proche de nous et baisse totalement *** pantalon et Patrick m'ordonne :
— Suces le jusqu'à ce qu'il jouisse dans ta bouche
— Non, Je ne le connais pas.
A peine ma phrase fini que je reçois une série de fessée et de nouveau Patrick m'ordonne:
— Tu vas le sucer et le faire jouir en même temps que je jouirai.
— Oui, d'accord.
Je prends donc en bouche le sexe de cet homme dont je ne connais même pas le prénom. Je le pompe pendant plusieurs minutes et j'accélère le rythme en sentant que Patrick ne va plus tenir longtemps. Au moment où les deux hommes jouissent j'ai moi aussi un orgasme. Patrick m'oblige à nettoyer leur sexe avec ma bouche. Une fois leur bite bien propre nous nous rhabillons tous les trois. Il est temps de regagner la voiture pour rentrer chez nous. Arrivés à la voiture Patrick me dit:
— Comme tu as osé refuser de sucer l'homme tout à l'heure, tu vas enlever ta robe pour le retour
— Pas ici en ville, sur l'autoroute je veux bien.
— Non, tu la retires tout de suite, je te veux à poil pendant tout le retour sinon j'annule le contrat.
N'ayant pas d'autre choix j'enlève ma robe et c'est totalement nue que je fais le retour et comme à l'aller plusieurs véhicules et principalement les camions klaxonnent ou font des appels de phares. Patrick me dépose chez moi et il m'interdit de me rhabiller pour rentrer dans la mai***. La porte à peine fermée, je me rencontre que mon mari est déjà rentré lui aussi ayant entendu la porte d'entrée il sort de la cuisine arrive devant moi et s'exclame:
— Mais enfin tu n'es pas sortie dans cette tenue?
— Non j'ai mis une robe avant de partir.
— Mais alors pourquoi tu es toute nue maintenant?
— Il vaut mieux que je te raconte toute l'après midi mais avant je prends une douche et je passe un peignoir.
— Non reste comme ça.
Nous avançons dans la cuisine Je raconte donc toute mon après midi dans les moindres détails et dès la fin de mon récit mon mari me baise après m'avoir allongée sur la table et j'ai encore eu du plaisir.
Deux jours plus tard, alors que je rentre du boulot un peu plutôt que d'habitude, je remarque que la voiture de Patrick est devant la mai*** et que mon mari est rentré. Une fois dans la mai***, je les entends qui se marre bien, ils n'ont pas du m'entendre rentrer, je reste dans le couloir, je les entends bien rigoler et là cette phrase sortant de la bouche de mon mari, c'était vraiment génial cette idée de dette pour l'obliger à coucher avec toi et le contrat que si elle refuse quoi que se soit le contrat est nul. Là je rentre dans une colère noire, je fais irruption dans le salon je vire Patrick en lui disant de ne plus chercher à me voir que si j'ai envie de le voir je sais où il habite. Une fois Patrick parti je me fâche contre mon mari en lui demandant pourquoi il a fait ça.