les histoires de chrislebo

Graham pretended to cane Paula and she had squealed, playing at being frightened. The act had been exciting and Jenny had thought about it a lot since then. Last time Graham made love to her he had playfully caught her in a net and for some reason she couldn't fathom, it turned into a wild session. Some of that feeling had returned watching him cane Paula.

Mister Chapman looked at her bottom in the tight skirt swaying back and forth, only just able to keep his hands away from the tight buns. "I have time my dear, don't worry," he said, after clearing a dry throat.

If he touched her she could scream trouble or better still threaten trouble, only he wasn't playing the game. She would have to up the stakes.

"I thought so, its back here," she said in triumph. On hands and knees she crawled out from under the shelf. Looking up at him with large innocent eyes she presented him with an old fashioned cane.

At first he was disappointed she had stopped wiggling her tight ass in front of him. When she turned around, on her hands and knees, her face was level with his crotch. He wondered if she could smell him but the thought flew from his mind when she squatted on her haunches to present him with a cane. The little innocent look combined with the presentation of a potent symbol of discipline shook him.

For a moment every thought flew from his mind, leaving a completely blank expression on his face. The look on hers was of perfect innocence. She didn't look anywhere near thirty, rather she looked like a young student. But then again they all did these days.

"Please sir, please don't thrash you're girl too hard," she said, with a pathos that tugged at his heart, raising his ***** pressure dangerously. His cock had hardened in his pants from watching her ass wriggling around. With her ass in that short skirt just inches from his hard cock he could have just leaned forward. He hadn't had time to try and deflate it before she was on her knees before him in this despicably tempting pose.

"Did you cane your ********, sir," she asked.

"Err, I didn't have any ********," he said, with a look of confusion on his face. He was sweating from her closeness to his erection. She seemed so wonderful it felt as though she were too good for him. He felt old and tired and way too jaded for her.

"You probably think I'm such a fool but nostalgia is such a powerful emotion. Do you mind pretending to thrash me?" she asked. "Like my ****** used to," she added.

Fear of entrapment flashed through his mind and he turned to look over his shoulder at the door. It was closed though he didn't remember pulling it shut. He looked at her and saw a look of disappointment engulf her face.

Jenny had worked hard in the theatre group and knew how to generate all sorts of expressions. Though tripping over props was her down fall, literally. This time all she had to do was simply get up and bend-over a stack of boxes. If this didn't tempt him then nothing would.

"Sorry sir. I guess it's a silly thing to ask," she said, over her shoulder. "It just reminds me of my ******," she sighed forlornly.

Thinking of her ****** brought genuine tears to her eyes. He had never ever laid a hand on her but had died when she was so very young. She knew such thoughts would bring on the tears. She wondered who said, 'you need genuineness and if you can fake that you have a career'.

"I guess I can oblige my dear," he said in a small voice. There was only so much a man can take before his mind gave way to his penis. The ***** rushed to his thinking tackle to produce an enormous hard on.

He flexed the cane and tapped it against the short skirt.

"Its no good, it has to be done properly to mean anything. Do you mind? I would be very grateful," she asked quietly.

Not daring to understand what she meant he whispered just one word, "Yes."

She reached behind and pulled up the hem to show off her panties. In a moment of madness she pulled her panties down, where they caught around her knees. She pressed the white cotton tight as though holding onto them protected her in some way or made it less shameful.

Jenny froze in shock at what she had done. She heard a swish of the cane. She had only meant to show the damn cane to him. This was going too far! She had enjoyed toying with the self important little prick but this was too much. She had talked her way into it without a clue as to where it might end.

A soft muted sound was immediately followed by a stinging pain on the cheeks of her ass. A genuine sob slipped from between her lips. She held her cheeks so very tight, as though preventing a fart escaping in front of a bishop. The pain was secondary to the humiliating thought that she was eighteen and being caned. She bit her lip not daring to yell out loud with her classmates so close.

She would never ever be able to face them if this dire act were discovered. It had meant to be a naughty tease while pretending to be the trainee teacher, yet it had ended up becoming her nemesis. It was awful and she had lost control for he was taking the lead now.

He completed five hard whacks upon the soft flesh of her bottom. In a surprised voice he said. "You're wet! It turned you on!"

The surprise in his voice was nothing to how the disclosure shocked her. He was right and there was no way to deny it for he could see it all. She had shamefully spread her legs under the impact of that awful cane. A slight sting to her lips meant he had caught her there too.

She trembled a little with one leg obviously shaking. She could feel the heat emanating from her little hole with lips swollen and parted to reveal it as an offering. 'No!' she cried out silently. 'Not now, not with this old man,' she wailed silently, knowing full well she couldn't fight him and her body. If he wanted to take her she was ready but not willing.

She was no virgin but she had decided that next time it would be with someone special. This was pure ****** lust, like before. She knew what would happen if he decided to take her while she was worked up so much. She was helpless to stop him. He was a man and thought she was a mature adult teacher so why wouldn't he just help himself to an open hole.

She felt a pair of hands tightly grip her hips. Like last time with Graham, she thought of herself as just a hole needing filling. She was desperate to be filled and to feel complete. She had been reduced to such a state of need there was nothing she could do to resist him. She could say nothing either.

Her bottom was an enticing silky smooth, hard and round, enticingly pushed put at him. His cock was sticking up against his belly, feeling as big as an arm, throbbing with energy. He pressed it forward but she was too low. He hefted her up by the hips and again pressed forward only to find her asshole.

Jenny suppressed a squeal of fear. She felt a hardness press against her virgin ass and nearly fainted. Her morality had flown off with her self-esteem but this was so much more devastating it must be resisted. About to cry out, she held back as his cock moved on.

He nearly dropped her when losing the grip on her hips.

It had been an accident but he was tempted to try again then realised there was no way he could make it happen. The little puckered brown hole was clamped tight shut. With all his strength he hefted her hips sliding her pussy lips up the length of his cock. There was little room in the cupboard and he dare not make any noise.

The restrained slow movement was delicious, feeling the head of his cock pressing against her wet lips, sliding over them until it perched against her hole. He couldn't hold her much longer as his arms shook with the strain of holding her weight.

She felt his cock slide between her lips over her welcoming hole. A smile lit her lips as well as her mouth. She was grinning at both ends. Was he teasing her, she couldn't wait much longer, she needed it badly. She moaned to be filled and wanted to tell him to fuck her but was too afraid.

The head of his cock rested at the mouth of her hole and she desperately wanted to swallow it. All of it, now! She thought she had demanded for him to thrust it all in, hard and viciously. Instead just a slight moan slipped from her mouth.

He nearly dropped her again. His arms nearly gave way but she slipped onto his cock a slid down the length of it. The slide stopped abruptly when her pussy lips kissed his pubes. The tightness of her grip was enough for instinct to power his arms. He began to pump her up and down the length of his cock with a firm grip to her ass.

Jenny desperately bit her lip not daring to utter a sound as he slammed into her. Each upward stroke was slow and deliberate with maximum sensations teasing her. The downward stroke hit her like a runaway train. She knew pain was about to hit her insides, but didn't care.

She wanted to cry out, 'hurt me, hurt me," but managed to keep her mouth clamped tight. The orgasm hit unexpectedly. It didn't creep upon her like last time but hit full in the stomach. A spinning top of sensations swirled outward out of control to the tips of fingers and toes.

He let her down for her feet to do a little involuntary jig on the hard floor. When he was sure she could stand he lowered her further but she collapsed in a heap on the floor at his feet. He quickly pulled himself together and pulled her up off the floor.

She didn't hear what he said but pulled the jacket back on and rearranged the skirt. He helped her smooth her hair back down and she straightened his tie. Not a word was said.

For a moment she wanted to speak up from embarrassment and tell him she had never done this before. She genuinely didn't know what had come over her. She felt dirty and spoiled. It wasn't his fault for she had pulled him into something she didn't understand yet. Some kind of ****** lust had taken her over.

He gripped her shoulders obviously struggling to say something. She didn't want to hear it whatever it was. Something she had seen somewhere caught a hold of her. She kissed her finger tips and pressed them against his lips.

He seemed to understand the gesture and turned to the door. He lifted his shoulders in a gesture of defiance and confidence. Turning the handle he pushed the door wide to face the world.

There was no hiss of disapproval, rather they were quietly ignored. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in their work.

****

As soon as the two of them disappeared into the cupboard Graham grabbed a hold of Jessie. He was a big tough football player yet clever too. "Play along with the game plan Miss or Jenny will be expelled. That would be bad after all the hard work she's put in," Graham reasoned. The heavy expression on his face made it plain he meant to avoid that problem.

"What does she think she's doing?" Jessie complained.

"Saving your ass, Miss, with respect," another of Jenny's friends pointed out.

Jessie couldn't counter that. If she had reacted more quickly she might have recovered without this dangerous game.

"He's real hot on discipline and morals in class and would fail you if he found out. Goodbye career, just kiss it goodbye," Graham warned her, with a kiss of his fingers and an imaginary flight.

"So I have to pretend to be her while he's here," she stated, with an exaggerated sigh.

"Yea, she's the teacher, you're the pupil. OK?" he asked. He was leaning over her using a football domination method his coach had taught him. He thought it was working for she did seem resigned to the idea.

"OK. I have no choice," she stated.

The others had been listening intently. While some were amused at the idea, others were concerned for their friend. The atmosphere relaxed and the buzz of conversation heightened again as they discussed what might happen next. Would they get away with it?

The word quickly spread around the classroom; they were to be on their best behaviour and must help Jenny win out over the authorities. For once everyone was in on the game, for different reasons, but all wanted it to work. They pretended to concentrate on their books but stole looks at the new teacher. It was an unusual experience seeing a teacher sitting in class like a fellow student.

She looked very subdued and sorry for herself. It was surprising how the self-assured woman of earlier had been replaced by a nervous looking teen. The way she was dressed and that she looked so reticent adults might not look at her too closely. She just might get away with it.

Some crossed their fingers, anxious for Jenny not to be found out while others wondered if they could take advantage of the teacher now she was stripped of power.

What an opportunity, Ben was thinking. The regular teacher had almost expelled him for a prank gone wrong and he liked the idea of getting even. This teacher wasn't the one that gave him such a hard time but she would do.

Paula couldn't help staring at the woman only looking away in case Graham caught her. Everything had to look normal and relaxed he had warned them. Everyone knew he had a thing for Jenny so he would jump on anyone who threatened her silly game.

The way Melisa had pulled the teacher around made her shiver in delight. The way her skirt was pulled up and top loosened, even her hair was let down, it was so delicious. Melisa had no idea about fashion but the way she had re-styled the teacher was a big turn on.

Paula would never admit to anyone in class that she played with dolls. At eighteen they would laugh and poke fun at her. She loved to dress them up in daring outfits, in clothes she dare not wear herself. Micro mini skirts, tight hot pants, skimpy little tops, and big hair were her favourites.

Watching a full grown real woman being transformed like one of her dolls burnt a desire into her mind. This teacher had lost all authority and power over them, so in a way, she was no longer an adult and she wasn't one of them. Paula stole a glance at her sitting there like a big vulnerable doll. If only she could somehow find a way, she would dress her up like one of her little dolls.

Paula glanced across at their teacher imagining her complaining about the tiny impish outfit she was expected to wear. 'Please don't make me wear this mommy!' she could almost hear her complain and it gave her a ripple of pleasure. She would scold her and remind her she was nothing now. She was just a doll to dress up and play with. She would tell her to do as she was told and to hurry up or receive a spanking.

****

When the store cupboard opened everyone pretended to be busy, looking down at their work avoiding looking at Jenny.

Jessie had Jenny's books in front of her but of course she couldn't possibly concentrate on anything but those two. Jessie almost gasped out loud only just managing to cover her mouth with a hand. One quick look at Jenny told her so much. The young girl had been taken advantage of!

The old letch had smooched with her in the damn store cupboard. He looked embarrassed about it and so he should. She just hoped he was quiet about it or her reputation would nose dive. She would have all the old lecher teachers trying it on and the thought of having to fend off their wandering hands was dreadful.

She suddenly thought of Jenny. The lack of experience had given him the opportunity to take advantage of the poor girl. She must have gotten too close and found herself engulfed by him before she had a chance to escape. How long had they been in there? Had he just smooched her or had he heavily petted her too.

Josie hated the idea of this young virgin being touched by that old man. She couldn't figure out if it made it worse that he thought it was her, the student teacher.

The teaching examiner left and Jessie sat there stunned, wondering what to do next.

"Class dismissed, except you 'Jenny'," Jenny told the class and her teacher. She emphasised calling her teacher Jenny to let everyone know they must continue pretending.

Jessie was relieved at someone else taking the initiative. She got up awkwardly but was pushed down in the seat by Jenny.

"I had a damn shitty time in the cupboard with that letch, for you, Jessie," Jenny whispered.

The look on her face left no doubt he did more than kiss her. "I'm so sorry, Jenny," Jessie began. She wondered if he had groped her breasts or more than that.

"No. You aren't as sorry as I am, so don't try to say a thing. He'll be back tomorrow so we keep to the story, unless you want to lose your career, before it even gets going?" Jenny demanded.

Jessie shook her head knowing this was wrong. She was using this girl to get her out of trouble.

"I take it that means 'yes' you want to save your sorry ass. In that case I get to make the rules. One, you do exactly as I say. Two, no more rules," Jenny stated, while leaning over her with an expression of menace.

"All you have to say is, 'Yes Miss'. Let's hear it," Jenny demanded.

"Yes, Miss," Jessie sighed, in resignation. She couldn't see who was behind her but guessed it was Graham. A heavy bulk seemed to lean on her *********** Jenny's orders. It made sense to carry on as they had and for her to take on the role in school whether the examiner was there or not. Jessie sighed heavily knowing they would have to carry it through to the end of the week.

Jessie was already subdued by this mornings' humiliating experience and felt guilty over what had happened to her student. It left her feeling so wretched she couldn't think straight. Now she was being dominated by Jenny and Graham it was difficult to fight back. She felt like a student in high school being picked on by the class bully. It didn't help knowing all this was her fault.

The class members surrounded them, shielding Jessie from others at lunch. They willingly shared lunch with her as she couldn't go to the staff room to fetch hers. She missed the coffee but appreciated their concern.

Mostly she kept her mouth shut. The class was amused when she responded to Jenny with such obvious deference, as though Jenny was the teacher and she was a naughty school girl. That's how she felt too, like a pathetic little thing waiting for the worst to happen.

The lunch break went without a hitch. No one outside their group even talked to her and Jenny kept a low profile too. The afternoon class was quiet but time dragged.

At last the end of day arrived and the class was dismissed, except for once they seemed reluctant to leave. A growl from Graham got them going though someone started a trend that they all thought was amusing.

"See you tomorrow Miss," they said, with exaggerated courtesy on passing the teachers desk. Jenny thanked them with a smile, encouraging them to do well tomorrow. They all knew she meant they had to play along with the game.

Paula held back and approached the desk when they had gone.

"What do you want?" Jenny said, feeling tired and irritable.

"I can help out if you want. She needs dressing up as a student and I've got a big allowance. Know where to go and where they won't ask questions too," Paula offered.

They looked at her not understanding what she meant.

"You need to keep a hold of her in case she runs off leaving you in the lurch. I'll keep a close eye on her at my house, she can ***** over," Paula hurriedly said.

"I hadn't though of that. I just thought she'd go home," Jenny said, while wondering about Paula's offer. Her friend was a bit old fashioned but maybe that might work out better. At the moment the teacher looked like a porn movie school girl and it was getting on her nerves the way the guys looked at her.

Jessie cleared her throat to interrupt, not liking the idea at all.

"No! You don't get a say in this or anything else for the rest of the week," Jenny firmly told her. Jessie's obvious objection to the idea swung Jenny in favour of it.

"OK! It's a deal. You, do as you are told," she said to Jessie. She was still wary of Paula wondering what she was up to and what she was getting out of it. Perhaps Paula was more of a friend than she thought. A lot of the class surprised her with their support.

"Graham, you go along with them. Keep an eye on them both, make sure this one doesn't slip away," she told him, while pointing at Jessie.

Paula didn't look too happy but was trying to hide it. Jessie looked plainly unhappy about it and was trying to find something to say. Graham wasn't too pleased either but accepted it as a favour to his girlfriend that might pay off later.

Chapter 2

Dressed as a slut by a student

The simple walk to the car park was embarrassing for Jessie as she was still wearing the skirt hiked up, showing off too much leg for comfort. Graham wouldn't let her pull it down and an appeal to Paula didn't help. Unaccountably it was the canvas flat shoes that left her feeling small and insignificant between her two tall students. It was that feeling of helplessness, plus the chance of escaping school before she was found out, that kept her going along with them.

A student had been mistaken for her by the teaching examiner so here she was pretending to be a student while Jenny pretended to be the student teacher. If all went well she could avoid being thrown off the course and losing her career with the help of her students covering for her and pass this final week of her course. After a good night's ***** she would refresh her will power and tomorrow regain control of the class and manage it through Jenny.

At least no-one knew her at this school as it was her first day as a student teacher. The only contact with other teachers was a brief visit to the staff room this morning and so it was hardly likely anyone would recognise her. She looked like a student so would be dismissed as one, hardly noticed in the crowd.

The principal's strident voice was unmistakable and it cut right through her. Jessie stopped right by her car unable to move. Jessie was so close yet unable to take that extra step into the car for a longed for escape. It seemed that everyone was conspiring against her, tripping her up with little misdemeanours, pushing her along an unpleasant track.

Her edginess made it sound as though he were shouting at her. It would be so unfair to be found out now after being so close to escaping school.

"Graham! How are we set for the game?" the principal asked, with enthusiasm.

She listened to every word of their undecipherable discussion expecting any moment her boss would ask what she was up to. Paula took a hold of her arm startling her, moving her out of the way to open the rear car door. Jessie watched it swing as though seeing it for the first time.

Her eyes were wide absorbing the tableau as though it was in black and white, everything in slow motion. Paula shoved her into the back seat. She managed to crane her neck, intently staring through the glass at her boss and Graham, sharing an animated muffled dialogue.

He still hadn't noticed her or that a student, Paula, was about to drive a teachers car out of the teachers car park. Paula leaned over opening the passenger door encouraging Graham to get in.

Jessie heard their conversation flood in without hearing her name being mentioned as she feared it might. At last Graham slid onto the seat with a big smile on his face from the encouragement he had received; she nervously looked out of the back window. Her boss was striding off engrossed in thoughts of the big match this weekend, missing their subterfuge, which was a transgression of school rules on so many levels.

Jessie was supposed to be in charge of these eighteen year olds but it had all gone wrong leaving her in a difficult situation, where she was reliant upon their co-operation. With her clothes and hair pulled into something her students thought would make her look like one of them she had sunk into the role, but that would have to change. As they drove off she ran the absurd little mistake through yet again, wondering how she could have handled it differently.

For a start she shouldn't have let a student pull her skirt up so short or loosen her blouse or let her hair down. She shouldn't have played the part of a student being interviewed so perfectly in a role-play exercise.

When the examiner walked in she should have been aware of him and stopped acting like a stupid airhead student. The student acting as interviewer in their little act thought she was helping out by pretended to be the teacher in front of the examiner. That was the point at which it all went so badly wrong.

In front of the examiner Jenny had usurped her place as teacher while she hid herself among the students. Now Jenny had plans to rule, with the class's connivance, for the rest of the week. If she had stood her ground rather than let the farce take its course she might have saved herself all this messing around.

She was running away from school like a silly little school girl after letting the students take over her class. She felt pathetic. She was a twenty-eight year old experienced woman letting a bunch of teenagers run her around. It was time to make a stand.

She would have to take back control of the class starting right now by taking back her car. They pulled up at a red light so Jessie pulled on the door handle finding the ********* was on. Jessie rolled her eyes with the irony of it. They started off again so she opened her mouth to tell Paula to pull over.

"What happened to Jenny in the store room?" Paula shot the question over her shoulder, not seeing Jessie react badly.

Jessie cringed in the seat seeming to fold in on her self. She had let Jenny take responsibility for her stupid mistake, letting her pretend to be the student teacher. While covering for her, Jenny had gone into the storeroom with the examiner where something bad had happened. She wouldn't say anything about it but she was taking it out on Jessie.

Jenny's inexperience let her down and in turn Jessie felt terribly guilty at letting her student down. Jessie sat there wondering what he had done to her and what she could do to make it up to the young woman.

Graham opened the door pulling Jessie out.

"Where are we?" she asked, feeling as though waking from a bad dream. The act of taking her car back from them was lost for the moment while shaken up from the guilt over what had happened to Jenny.

"A mall, I'm going to get you some clothes," Paula announced gleefully.

"I don't need anything, just give me a chance to pull myself together," Jessie complained. Graham shoved her shoulder, making her follow Paula.

"You need some clothes to make you look like a student for the rest of the week," Graham stated.

"No. I can't go through with this farce. If I get kicked off the course then I'll just have to accept it," Jessie told them both. She was trying to be firm, not so much for them but her own benefit, trying to build the will power to face such a situation.

"Keep walking. You seem to be forgetting Jenny," he warned her. "Mister Chapman does not like to be made a fool of. He will probably insist the whole class are failed. Jenny would be failed at the very least which will spoil our plans. We're going to the same university and taking the same course," he told her.

"Of course I don't want to get Jenny into trouble. I'll take full responsibility and explain what happened," she said.

"No! You agreed with Jenny to see this thing through. You take her place while she takes yours. It's what Jenny wants that counts," he stated, the tone of voice indicating this was a final decision.

Jessie felt so guilty over Jenny she once again capitulated to a student. The big guy had a hand on her elbow guiding her along behind Paula. Being manhandled by one of her students was a new experience which she didn't care for one bit but didn't have the nerve to make a fuss.

They walked into a store with Paula looking around as though it were a sweet shop. She licked her lips in anticipation while the other two glared at each other.

Graham would have waited outside, not wanting to be seen in a dress shop, but he was not going to take a chance after those words of rebellion. He no longer thought of her as a teacher but someone his girlfriend wanted taken care of. He just didn't want to let his girlfriend down. The two girls were right she had to be watched or she might bunk off.

Paula held up an outfit asking Graham for an opinion. "How would I know, it's on a hanger!" he stated, as though it were a stupid question.

"She'll have to try it on. Where is she?" Paula asked.

"Damn! She's running for it, probably back to the car," he shouted to Paula, while they ran toward the exit.

A crash of sound diverted them to the next aisle. There they found the student teacher collapsed over a store assistant. The young woman had been on hands and knees ******** up chewing gum while Jessie must have walked backwards into her.

Graham smiled at the tactic which would have worked if she hadn't fallen over. They had been running for the door while she hid in the next isle watching them run past. He untangled the two of them, pulling at their limbs.

For a moment he enjoyed the view with the assistants ankle in one hand and his teacher's in the other. The two women were upside down with legs dangling apart. He compared one with the other. The young assistant wore a pair of green panties while his teacher wore a pair of sensible white ones.

The young petite sales assistant was only about a year older than him at nineteen yet he was surprised how they were both the same weight. He looked at her small breasts then his teachers which were squeezed together and falling out of the blouse in a large lump of soft flesh.

He was surprised to find his teacher compared favourably with the young assistant. Paula nudged him and said something he didn't hear so gently put them down then helped them both up onto their feet. He puffed out his chest expecting to be shouted at for the rough handling.

The assistant pulled her clothes together, poking at her hair, looked up at him and smiled demurely. He watched her flutter her eye lashes. Jessie huffed and puffed while at last allowed to pull the skirt down then felt her blouse had burst open.

He hadn't taken much interest in the confident student teacher of this morning but was beginning to notice this flustered woman. He gripped her shoulder with a large strong hand letting her know he had learnt not to let her out of his sight.

She was rubbing her eyes with tears silently falling freely.

Paula noticed a can of cleaning fluid and guessed Jessie had some in her eyes. She pulled up the front of Jessie's skirt dabbing at the tear filled eyes. Paula enjoyed the naughtiness of showing off teacher's panties to Graham while she just stood there blind from flowing tears, unaware and unable to do anything about it.

After a moment's thought Paula put her arms around Jessie. "It's OK honey. We'll get you some new clothes and you'll be fine. Be a big brave girl for me and dry those tears honey-bun," Paula sympathised. Paula deftly cleaned off the remaining makeup with the hem of her skirt.

"Look what you've done to my little sister," Paula remonstrated with the assistant. Her eyes were red from the cleaning fluid but the rest of her face was masked by the skirt still pulled up around her face. Still holding onto her, making sure she didn't show her face, Paula asked to see the manager. "You should have put up one of those plastic signs," she shot at the flustered assistant.

Graham just stood back with a frown on his face wondering what Paula was up to. He was wondering why Jessie was crying silently, while trying not to be turned on by the teachers white knickers. They weren't very sexy but it was the fact of them being something forbidden that made them so interesting.

"I'm so sorry, is she hurt? The manager isn't here," she said, with relief clearly in her voice. Mister Robertson would sacrifice her over a legal dispute with a customer and she needed the job so didn't need this trouble. "We have some sweets on the counter," she began.

"It'll take more than sweets. Look at this skirt," Paula scolded the young assistant, pulling it up to show the mess which was from the make-up not the fall.

"I'll get you a new outfit of course, anything you want," the assistant smiled weakly, while ringing her hands. She could lose some clothing without Mister Robertson noticing or put it down to shoplifting if he did. Just so long as they didn't report her.

With Paula tugging at her clothes Jessie was almost pulled off her feet. She was still struggling with the stinging sensation in her eyes. They were improving but all she could do was let Paula guide her.

"What are you doing?" Jessie exclaimed. Her skirt wasn't just pulled up short it was wrapped around her waist showing off her panties. She looked around the store noticing with relief they were the only ones there.

"Stand still, I'm getting you a free outfit to wear. We need something for tomorrow and I'll buy you another. Can you buy one too?" Paula asked.

"I guess so but is all this necessary," she asked. Paula was shoving her about pulling her clothes off. At least they were in a cubicle but more than that she couldn't see. It was bad enough without her glasses but her eyes stung every time she opened them.

"There's no need," she started to say. Paula pulled her panties down, unclipped her bra, and lifted a leg to slip the panties off, each time unexpectedly attacking from a different angle.

Huffing and puffing from the unrelenting assault she tried to grab at her clothes but Paula was out of the little cubicle with Jessie's hands inches away from grabbing a hold of them. Jessie quickly pulled the curtain closed on her nakedness. She had no idea who was in the store but knew Graham was keeping a close eye on her. A delicate shiver skipped up her spine from the thought.

The day was getting so much more difficult to deal with. Her self-esteem had been dragged away from her like an old coat to be trampled on by the whole class. It was in tatters with the guilt of what she had gotten them all into making it impossible to think straight.

She had let that girl in class pull her clothes about to make her look like one of them which was the first breach of discipline. It wasn't in fun it was in exasperation that she went along with that initial game of role reversal. Damn! Every moment seemed to bring yet another test which she failed miserably.

Being dressed as one of the students was bad enough but she was naked. "Damn it!" she growled. While helpless from being blinded she had let Paula strip her clothes off. She had been stripped of her dignity in class now stripped of everything else in some dingy store. They had her clothes, her car and apartment keys, even her bag with money and credit cards.

At least her eyes were only smarting so she could at least stand opening them a little. She peeked from behind the curtain to see Graham watching her and Paula was returning with an arm full of clothes.

"Here, this will fit," Paula told her.

"I can't wear that I'll look ridiculous," Jessie stated firmly. "Please, just get me some decent clothes so I can go home," she said. She gave Paula a look, pleading for mercy, trying to appeal to a sense of girls' fellowship. Standing there hugging her naked body left a real feeling of vulnerability. There was little choice but to try for sympathy. Instead she wanted to shout at the conniving girl in frustration, but dare not.

"OK! You go out there and explain you're our teacher and want to choose the clothes," Paula said, with arms folded in defiance. Stretched up to her full height she looked down on Jessie dominating the teacher in the small space.

Genuine tears collected in the corner of her eyes. "Well, I, err, should try them on, I guess," Jessie stammered.

"Oh! I forgot, the assistant sent the little girl a lollipop," Paula smiled, with a devilish look on her face. Un-wrapping it, she stuck the sweet in her teacher's mouth. This last small indignity heaped upon all the others was a heavy burden, too much to carry. Paula watched the older woman slump her shoulders, not having to say anything, the whole body language telling of the moral surrender.

Paula was excited at the prospect of actually having her as a doll to dress up. It had worked out just as she had day-dreamed in class. It would be better at home but she would soon have her there. A little giggle escaped her lips. Graham the big football player was actually going to make sure the woman went home with them and once there make sure she obeyed.

"Lift your arms," she told Jessie.

Reluctantly the teacher pulled her arms away from her body not wanting to expose herself to a student, or anyone else. She had always been shy, avoiding communal changing rooms, wearing a bathing suit rather than a bikini and usually dressed modestly.

Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her hair long and silky. Her shape pleased men with a firm bust and heart shaped bottom. Boyfriends, not that there had been many, were pleasantly surprised when they got to know her for she hid her figure in modest clothing.

Paula slowly pulled the tight little top down her teacher's arms and over her head. She no longer thought of this woman as a teacher, rather this was her doll to be dressed and played with. With both arms and head caught in the top Paula took her time looking over the new doll.

Nice slim legs. Her tits were too heavy compared to her little dolls, though these did stand up well. Her ass was too big too. It meant the skirt would be shorter than planned. Gripping the top tightly in one hand she pulled the doll around to inspect its front.

"Hairy! Well I guess that's to be expected," she sighed.

Paula wasn't sure if she was disappointed on seeing a hairy snatch but there again this one wasn't like her dolls at home. A devilish grin spread across her face as she thought about adding this doll to her collection.

Paula watched her doll scrunch its thighs together. Apart from trying to hide her embarrassment she hadn't struggled so far. It was difficult to see why the silly woman had given in so easily but that was Jessie's problem not hers. Again Paula let out a little squeal of pleasure as she finished dressing the doll.

Jessie didn't have to look in the mirror to know what she looked like. Instead she looked down at her feet in the black canvas flats. Even they were what a youngster would wear. There wasn't enough of the top or skirt to cover much of her body but more excruciating than that was the girly style.

The frilly candy floss coloured top had a demeaning slogan emblazoned across her breasts -- 'daddy's gyrl'. The short little skirt was light and fluffy too. Decorated with pink feathers no self-respecting bird would shed let alone flutter.

"It's no good, we'll have to go outside to see it properly," Paula said, with a serious look on her face. The look of dread on the dolls face was amusing. The outfit wasn't what she wanted the doll to wear but it would teach her to do as she was told as after this anything else would seem reasonable.

The curtain was flung aside and a hand in the middle of her back thrust her out into the store. Her eyes were clear now but she wished they weren't. Graham was standing there with muscular arms folded across his wide chest looking bored. He turned toward the two shoppers intending to hurry them up.

His face changed as though it had been wiped with a hand full of happy dust. His eyes opened wide and brightened as though trying to capture the image in detail. He looked her up and down and repeated the obvious movement, avoiding, or simply not caring to look her in the face.

Paula looked around but the assistant was keeping her distance. In a conspiratorial whisper Paula told him, "I couldn't get a bra but managed matching panties." The big guy wasn't stupid by any means but he seemed not to be able to look and listen at the same time.

Paula pinched one of the dolls nipples which got his attention. "No bra," she pointed out. Lifting the short skirt was hardly necessary, "Pink panties," she pointed out. Holding up the skirt, she watched him digest the little pink knickers as though memorising every fold covering the woman's crotch. There wasn't much to see so why was it taking him so long?

She smiled to herself on seeing the smallest of damp patches besmirch the new pristine panties. Graham's reaction pleased her more.

Before letting the curtain drop on the opening show she let him take a last look at the developing nipples. "The assistant underestimated her age," Paula lied, as it was she who specified the clothes, letting the assistant run around fetching the right size.

"I don't think it will take much to get something more suitable. Up an age do you think?" Paula asked. Watching him nod his head she knew he hadn't heard and was past caring what she did with the woman. She was satisfied to see he would let her play with the new doll while enjoying a treat of ogling his teacher being dressed provocatively.

Jessie closed her eyes tight wanting it all to go away. Graham was taking an even closer interest in her which was certainly unwelcome. The damn girl was showing off her panties like a little sister being dressed up for a girly party. It might be put down to the thoughtlessness of youth but it was terrible to be considered so insignificant they could treat her like this.

This time Paula held her steady while she stepped into the outfit. It was a struggle to pull it up her legs, up her torso, until eventually it was pulled up over bare shoulders to her neck. Jessie arose on tiptoe as it bit into her crotch on being pulled up tight. At least this time her body would be completely covered, even though dressed in an indecent skirt and top.

Paula pulled the curtain to one side. "No! Please, I can't go out there like this," Jessie whispered, not wanting to draw attention, especially not from Graham.

"Come on doll, do as you're told, get out there or I'll get Graham to drag you out," Paula told her.

Giving Graham an excuse to get any closer was something to be avoided. Jessie had noticed his erection and the look of arousal showed clearly in his eyes. Resigned to it she let Paula shove her out into the bright lights of the store. At least there were no other customers.

The white leotard was a cheap tacky nylon like the last outfit. Instead of being flouncy and girly this stretched tight over her body, clinging in all the wrong places. Where it stretched over her breasts and bottom, it thinned to reveal pale flesh. She dare not look between her legs as she could feel it gripping her crotch tight.

It felt as though it would cut her in two if she stretched both arms upward. The lips of her pussy were already wet and with nothing under the stretchy thing it felt lewd and disturbing. A seam slipped between her lips and parted them. She was showing off her sex to this big beefy student and it felt so unnerving.

He was over eighteen like the rest of the class but she was a mature woman and should be treated with respect. Instead she was descending ever more deeply into a moral abyss. She glanced at his crotch and quickly looked away on seeing his jeans stretched tight by a large erection.

His staring eyes and gaping mouth didn't help. It emphasised how dreadfully common she looked. Always careful to dress modestly this flaunting of her body was having an unexpected reaction on her too. As though it was getting a long awaited airing her sex was opening up like a flower in the sunshine.

It shouldn't be her students liberating her body. It should be a man she had chosen, someone special. Instead this young girl, from her class, was exposing her to a young fit football player. Jessie wanted to fight back but couldn't find the strength and the lethargy gripped her mind and body preventing the expected flight or fight.

Jessie knew she hadn't objected strongly enough. Right from the beginning she had let Jenny then Paula push her around. Jenny had Mister Chapman and Paula had Graham to back her up but that was no excuse. It was something within, something she didn't understand which numbed her mind, leaving her open to this *****.

Before she could seek an answer Paula was turning her around showing off a rudely uncovered body to Graham. The cheap stretchy leotard fit snug between both cheeks pulling them apart, so she wondered in an agony of shame how much was on display. It couldn't be as bad as the front where she could feel her lips blossoming.

Jessie couldn't believe it! The young girl had placed a hand on her tummy and another on her neck to bend her over. The damn leotard was slicing her in two! Jessie shut her eyes tight knowing how lascivious the view Graham had. The straight leg bend was pushing a pair of puffy lips between her thighs presenting a grossly lewd picture.

It was hardly a suitable pose for a teacher to be giving a student, or anyone else, but her whole body began to pulse with energy. It was an intense sexual vigour that flooded the mind with chemicals leaving her nerve endings fizzing.

Paula pulled the teacher back into the changing cubicle asking if she needed the restroom. Instead she smiled on finally recognising the state the woman was in. She hadn't noticed for she was concentrating on Graham. Paula had dangled the teachers' body before Graham as bait, with the idea of gaining his co-operation.

It had worked! The sheer naughtiness of flaunting this teacher, and she knew all about naughty little games, captured his attention. The idea was to control Graham, through the teacher, just enough to let her carry out her plans. She just wanted someone to dress up as a change from dressing the dolls.

That she could manipulate the teacher had been doubtful but it seemed she was easily controlled. Something was distracting her from thinking straight allowing Paula to trick her into dressing up in these revealing outfits. The surprise was how sexed-up the woman had become with Graham ogling her and how pliable it left her.

Paula almost rubbed her hands together at the thought of having this woman in her clutches at home, ******* her to dress up in fetish clothes. If she objected Graham would physically enforce her will upon the foolish woman. Paula didn't care why the teacher had gotten herself into such a predicament just as long as she did as she was told.

"Don't fret doll. I can see you're a bitch in heat so I'll let Graham mount you if you're a good little girl and do as you're told," Paula told her teacher. She stroked the passive creature's hair as a way of calming her.

Jessie baulked at the audacity of the remark. She opened her mouth to complain that the young student was going too far, that such an idea was unbearably repugnant. A strangled sound escaped her throat. It was hard to protest with a mind being flooded with images of that handsome young man taking her. Her body screamed at her for satisfaction, as though a craved for **** had been offered.

Jessie whimpered an incoherent reply. She allowed Paula to peel off the tight leotard and dress her in another short skirt and skimpy top while too stunned to fight it. She moved her limbs as though she were a manikin being dressed. The idea of being given to that hunk was terrible yet such an evocative threat, it left her stunned.

Earlier her authority as a teacher was handed over to Jenny and now what was left of her influence as a mature adult was being drained out of her. The last remaining shreds of dignity were being stripped away by letting this young student decide what she was to wear and being dressed by her. Again the feeling of being just a silly little school girl, being dressed by mommy, overwhelmed her.

Paula was provoking her and grinding her down by saying she might be given to Graham, as though this young thing now had the power to do so. A fearful thought left her shuddering. If things continued as they had, being dominated by the students and now having her body put on display, it just might happen!

Jessie sighed deeply. She was too aroused to trust herself. She was going to have to run for it. A taxi home, break into her house and pay the taxi driver? Was it possible? While dressed like this it would be a desperate gamble, for men didn't need much of an excuse to take advantage and she was dressed like a slut. It was a chance that had to be taken for it was impossible to put up with this *****.

Jessie caught sight of the car and house keys in Paula's bag. She quickly looked away not wanting to draw attention to them. It shouldn't have come to this, it was absurd, but escape rather than confrontation was necessary. It should have been a test of wills where she as a teacher and a mature woman won, but Jessie couldn't take the chance.

"Straighten your clothes up while I check them out with the assistant," Paula told her.

Jessie pulled at the hem of the tiny skirt only to find it would reveal the top of the thong exposing too much of her pubis. Pulling it up revealed the panty crotch so a delicate compromise was sought. Pulling up the top to cover a deep cleavage left them bulging out the bottom of the stretchy halter-neck. It was no good there just wasn't enough material to hide much of her body.

"She can't wear stuff like that to school," Graham exclaimed, on seeing his teacher so rudely exposed.

"This is just the free stuff. I've bought some other clothes too, don't worry," she cajoled him.

Jessie watched them walk toward the counter still discussing the clothes. They were arguing and she heard Graham mention Jenny's name more than once. She hoped it was Jenny he had been phoning to report what this young woman was doing to her.

Jessie gritted her teeth in determination, grabbed her keys from the bag, and made a dash for the doors. Over her shoulder a quick glance confirmed they were still deep in discussion so hadn't noticed the mad dash. In a panic she careened out of the door, still looking over her shoulder, straight into a young man.

She slid on the marble effect floor landing at his feet with legs sprawled out, almost achieving the splits. There was no elegant way of rising in that skirt and she was in a hurry, so just scrambled up off the floor not caring about what was on show.

Bent over almost in two the thong revealed too much of her ass. It showed the young guys she was a cheap young slut, prepared to show off a fit body to get what she wanted, showing how ready for it she was. Like them she seemed to be on the prowl for fun.

She turned quickly to run away but found there were a group of them, a gang of lads 'cruisin' the mall. She had risen up among them, inside a wall of young male bodies. Automatically her hands moved to the hem to ************* pull at it. Feeling her bare thighs she looked down to find she was standing there, in a grimy run down mall surrounded by young thugs, in just a thong.

The polyester skirt had rolled up around her hips, sticky with static. Scrabbling at it with fingernails digging at the thin cheap material she managed to tug it down over the top of her thighs to at least conceal the little panties if nothing much more than that. The damn skirt was almost torn off in a panic to cover her body from the leering youths.

"You're some hot gyrl. You wanna join our gang? You can hang out with us," the one standing before her offered. His eyes rove across her body taking in the cheap clothing that revealed more than it covered. His eyes lit up with a clear sign of lust.

Jessie looked over her shoulder to see the two students reach the changing room. As much as she despised the idea of 'hanging out', especially with these uncouth boys, it was imperative they move on and quickly.

She hadn't noticed they were eighteen, the same age as her class, or that they wore expensive designer clothes. If so, a suspicious coincidence may have been discerned and she would have been more wary of agreeing to walk off with them. As it was she thought they were a bunch of kids more easily dealt with than Graham and Paula.

"Yea sure, let's go," she encouraged.

"You'll go when I say go, I'm the boss here," Gibb told her.

Jessie sighed heavily. Why everyone was trying to dominate her today was a mystery. "OK! Whatever," she shoved back at him.

"Nice clothes," one of them commented. He was looking at the dark nipples showing through the pale blue top that was tied tight under her breasts. A strap looped behind her neck with another tied in a bow around her back. The piece of thin material covering her breasts was all there was too it. No back or sides so there was a danger not lost on the lads, of the breasts falling out its sides.

"Nice?" Gibb snorted. "Everything she's wearing cost less than these socks. She's wearing trash, she is trash, just look at her," he told his friends.

Jessie felt so angry she wanted to shout back at them she was a teacher and should be treated with respect. At the same time she knew what she looked like and couldn't disagree. Her shoulders dropped, she sighed again, wondering what to do or say to get them moving.

From the clothes they must think she's an experienced gang girl ready to have fun with them. From what she had read in the Sunday supplements it wasn't what she would call fun, rather it would be a corrupt *******.

"You've seen what she's wearing under that skirt, hardly anything, and obviously she's not wearing a bra," he said, as though it needed pointing out.

Jessie wanted to slap him and cover herself with both hands. They were all taking an obvious interest in her breasts. Looking down at them she was mortified to see the dark areola so very clearly through the pale top. The nipples were hard but still small and less significant compared to the dark rings around them.

"Let's just go," she said. A note of anger crept in to join an obvious eagerness to run from there. Her two from class may be reluctant to tackle her with these young hoodlums, so an escape was still possible.

"The little slut's eager to please, guys," Gibb announced, with a look of pleasure lighting his face.

It didn't matter what she said. Dressed that way they expected her to behave like a slut and would treat her like one. All she wanted to do was escape but they had other ideas.

"Breasts are OK but I like the chicks' ass, very hot," one of them standing behind her announced to his friends. To emphasise what he thought was a superior opinion he patted her rear. In such a short skirt the hand wafted it aside to land on a bare cheek and in surprise he brought it back as though stung.

Gibb quietly laughed at his friend Peter's obvious inexperience. They were playing at being 'rough necks' but went to the same school as Graham. Peter glared across her shoulder at Gibb and purposely shoved his hand onto a bare bottom, gripping the soft cheeks hard.

At the first touch her eyes opened wide in surprise. A moment later she was ****** onto tiptoe, trying to escape the intimate touch. The thong was nothing but a ribbon of nylon pulled tight between the cheeks, so this too familiar hand was cupping a bare bottom.

While trying to escape the hand she watched Gibb reach forward to weigh both breasts in small soft palms. It was a gentle push upward, jiggling the soft flesh, rubbing the nipple against the rough polyester top, sending little shocks into her breast. He then gripped them tight. The two young lads were holding her body intimately, gripping her ass and a breast.

It had all been so unexpected she hadn't a moment to fight them off. The others became emboldened when she said nothing, trying to find something worth groping. Both breasts were squeezed and she could feel hands on her thighs trying to reach between her legs.

Her mind whirled from the degradation of such a shocking assault. It was impossible to escape with their bodies pressing in upon her, trapping her, sandwiching her sparsely clad body between firm young male bodies, gasping on male smells of hormones and sweat, with it all combining to swamp her senses.

Graham pushed one of them away and pulled another off his teacher. His friends had become carried away well past what had been agreed. "Leave her alone," he growled fiercely. He gripped her arm in a big meaty hand, wrapped his arm around her, enveloping her body protectively.

"She's our pivot slut man, so keep off," Gibb said with a snarl. He almost laughed at his friend from the way he was holding her, looking mean. It was as though he meant it. They were supposed to have just pushed her around a little ready for him to play the hero by rescuing her.

Tomorrow he would ask Graham what it was all about for she looked like trash, way beneath him, not his sort at all. He poked one of the guys in the stomach with a finger and pulled him back. It seemed they had all forgotten it was a favour they were supposed to be playing out for the big guy.

"What do you mean, what's a pivot?" Graham asked, feigning interest.

"A gang slut who gets passed around for everyone to fuck," Gibb laughed. He had heard of such things but the prospect of having that cheap slut didn't appeal in the least. He watched Graham wondering how to continue the game, or was it over?

"Is that what you want, shall I hand you over to them?" Graham asked his teacher.

"No! You've got save me from them, please," Jessie demanded. Listening to them boast about how they were going to use her was disgusting.

"We could take her both at once as long as I get the asshole," Joe said to one of the others.

"Which end do you want, bro?" one of them asked.

"I'll take those full luscious lips man they look as though they can suck like a Hoover," another replied.

They were all teasing Graham thinking he wanted her for himself. Why else would he have set up this bogus rescue? With her burying herself into his shoulder they winked at him thinking they had completed the favour.

She felt so bad, so unclean, from their pawing hands over her body and this onslaught of sickening suggestions. Unable to shut out the filthy words ideas flooded her mind. She sobbed into Graham's shoulder, badly needing his protection.

"You promise to do exactly as you're told, the whole week with no arguments?" Graham demanded. When she didn't answer he pushed her away toward the guys who looked on with big stupid grins. They could see what he was doing but still not realising it was a teacher he was fooling with. She just looked like a stupid slut but so well built it was obvious what he was after.

Graham was doing it for Jenny but they could never understand that. Even he forgot she was a teacher and began treating her the way she was dressed.

"Please," she whispered.

"Promise me," he demanded.

"I promise, I'll behave, I'll do as I'm told," she gushed.

Graham waved the guys off and they wandered away looking back with ribald remarks thrown back at the two of them.

"OK! Tell Paula," he said.

"I promise to do as I'm told, to be a good schoolgirl, I mean student, in place of Jenny," Jessie said, with a whimper. She dried her eyes finding there was no make-up to smudge. She looked totally subdued and felt this was the lowest ebb.

"You need to promise to obey me too," Paula demanded.

Jessie looked around for Graham but he had walked back into the store to grab their bags. "I promise to, to, obey you," she said, faltering over this little word, obey, that indicated an even lower level of **********.

"Don't worry, I'll look after you, you'll be my doll, agreed!" Paula glowered at her.

Her student had a grip of a nipple threatening to twist it. What was more painful was a sudden realisation of what was meant when she called her a doll. The girl was mad! She tried to pull back away from the tightening grip on a painful nipple.

"An adjustment to this top will have it looking so bad I'll just have to report you to security," Paula announced, with a devious smile upon her face. Her free hand gripped the little piece of material ready to pull it up. There was little enough holding her breasts in so the slightest tug would spill them for all to see.

Without Paula's help there was no way she could get the little top back in place. She shrugged her shoulders. Already trampled underfoot she was left without the will to defy her tormentor. "OK! Please, I agree. I'll obey you, I'll be your doll," Jessie murmured.

Paula smiled without the slightest hint of menace and clapped her hands with obvious glee.

Graham arrived back laden with bags. "Here, the store girl sent you this," he said.

Paula un-wrapped it and stuck the lollipop into her teacher's mouth. "Suck it don't bite it. I'll smack your legs otherwise," she warned her teacher.

Graham laughed thinking she was joking. "You be sure to do as you're told young lady, or you'll be spanked," he laughed, joining in the joke.

Jessie cringed. Maybe Graham was joking but he was sure to back her up and she wasn't kidding about a spanking.

"Come on then, doll, I need to get home," Paula told her.

They marched out at a rapid pace with their teacher between them. From whichever way it was looked at, the two were escorts, or responsible persons, or tormentors.

"Please miss," Jessie reluctantly hissed. She no longer thought of the incongruity of addressing them in such a demeaning manner. She needed their co-operation and needed to get out of the place as soon as possible, before someone else took notice of how badly dressed she was.

"What now?" Paula said, sounding exasperated with her.

"Can we go to the rest room, I need to pull my knickers up," she pleaded. Having to ask such a demeaning question of a student hit her hard. She was dressed like a young slut and had been treated like one by a gang and was being ****** to act like an adolescent.

"Knickers? You mean panties, that useless thong," Paula said, with a derisory look. They didn't slacken the pace. "The exit is just ahead, you'll have to wait," Paula said, while grabbing an elbow, ******* her on.

Jessie pulled her thighs together trying to hold them up, ******* a walk with hips exaggeratingly swaying. At the door it was no good they were about to slither between her slim thighs. She stopped dead.

"Please, don't let me lose my panties," she implored them. To gain a desperately needed favour she tried harder to appeal to a fellow female. "Please miss, I promise to be an obedient girl. This skirt is too short not to wear panties," she whispered to Paula.

A moment of inspiration took hold before she could hold back the embarrassing words," Please miss, I promise to be an obedient little dolly. Please don't show off your doll's naughty bits," she said and cringed with embarrassment.

They took both her hands and dragged her through the door like an errant *****. As she feared the pink thong fell around her ankles. They lifted her up off her feet and swung her forward. The thong caught on her black soft flats, for a moment, before being flung off to sail through the air.

A family lumbered toward them oblivious of their big feet trampling her panties into the dust and dirt of the sidewalk. Jessie watched in fatalistic resignation as her panties were trashed. It was just one more blow to a once high self-esteem. Like those panties her self-respect was trampled into the dust.

In this insubstantial skirt panties were a necessity. The slightest breeze would have it fluttering up showing off her nakedness. She shivered, now desperate to get back to the car, needing more than ever Graham's protection.

Further along they stopped at a junction waiting for a slow moving stream of traffic to pass. Paula edged them over a few steps with a wily little smile upon her face. She had placed Jessie over one of the buildings ducts. A gentle soft breeze gusted up lifting the little skirt around her hips. There wasn't enough of the skirt to go any higher, but it was enough to show off everything.

Jessie desperately needed to crouch down and pull the skirt back only they still had a hold of her hands. Graham looked at Paula shaking his head knowing she was doing this on purpose but not really caring much. He just hoped they weren't policemen standing behind them.

To Jessie's consternation there was a couple behind them and two workmen in front waiting to cross. She watched from the corner of her eye one nudge the other. They weren't sure if they should look, unsure as to how old she was. They finally decided her hairy snatch was fair game and whistled across the street.

The woman behind told her husband or boyfriend off. "Don't look at the slut you'll only encourage the disgusting creature," the woman said. "Young people are so vulgar today," she added, in a slightly louder voice.

Jessie cringed. Her bare ass was being shown off to a couple and her pussy to those workmen, despite her squeezing her thighs together and trying to cross her legs. The skirt fell back into place but as the traffic cleared the workmen came towards them. The big smiles on their faces didn't mean they were going to do or say anything.

"Get that young thing some panties, or you'll get arrested," the woman admonished Paula.

"I'm sorry she just gets rid of them somehow. Look at her now, she's squirming her thighs together. If we let go of her hands she would be masturbating with fingers or anything she could get a hold of. We've just left the ********** office but it does little good," Paula lied ingeniously.

Jessie was so distracted she hadn't heard what was said but it started to sink in as the woman tugged at her husbands arm, leading him into the car park. The two workmen heard and were trying to make some ribald remarks from it.

"Is she a 'nympho' then?" the tall one asked. They were both smirking, ready to try out there repertoire of ribald jokes.

"How old is she," the short one asked, being the more practical of the two.

"I guess that's the usual term, nymphomaniac, but the ********* uses others. She's eighteen, been like it since she turned fourteen," Paula explained.

Jessie was red from forehead to nipples though all they could see was the top of her head for she couldn't look anyone in the face from the all consuming embarrassment. Any other time it would be just a joke but Paula was yet again shoving her deeper into **********.

The breeze again threw the skirt up.

"What does she do with her panties then?" the tall one asked.

"She takes them off when we're not looking and throws them away. Even when wearing them she'll play with herself. She just wants sex all the time," Paula told them. She kept a straight face even though Graham's shoulders were shaking from silent laughter.

"We keep her locked up at home though she escapes and ruts with the local guys, or anyone passing," Paula said, with a put upon exasperation.

"You mean she does it with anyone in the neighbourhood? Everyone?" they both asked. They looked her over seeing an attractive young woman with a wonderful figure. The tall one was about to ask where they lived but his friend sensed it and nudged him in the ribs.

"We gotta go, good luck with the therapy," the short one called over his shoulder.

Jessie wanted to scream at her, why did she have to make up those dreadful things? Paula had told them she was available to anyone, to them. At the click of their fingers she would come running, panting for it. Still hot from being exposed to Graham and everything else on top of that, she almost felt it was true. The only consolation was that they were strangers and she would never have to see them again.

They said nothing on the drive to Paula's house, with all three lost in their own thoughts. Paula was rehearsing what to tell her mom. Jessie was trying to make sense of the days calamities; it was as though the gods had set a strange obstacle course designed for her to fall at every one of them. Graham frowned, wondering how Jenny had predicted Paula was up to something.

Paula breezed in announcing a ***** over had been arranged. Her ******* disinterest extended to not even asking why a boy was *****ing over. More importantly he was built like a man, a strong powerful man, so what was he doing *****ing over with two young women.

The image of all three of them faded as quickly as the words her ******** had uttered. She hadn't even noticed Paula arrived an hour later than the very strict time usually kept. It wasn't Paula's ****** that kept her to a timetable it was Paula herself.

They raced upstairs for separate but similar reasons. Jessie didn't want to be found out and Graham didn't want to be questioned either. He didn't want to be turned out leaving Jessie alone with Paula. Otherwise he would be in trouble with Jenny.

Looking Jessie over in the close confines of Paula's bedroom he realised how lucky they were not to have been noticed by the police. The outfit was so slutty she looked like a cheap whore. "Where's these clothes you said you have for class," Graham asked.

"Don't fret I've something of mine that fits and bought her some clothes for the rest of the week," Paula reminded him, not deeming it necessary to explain why she was dressed up like this. She enjoyed dressing Jessie and it was having an effect on him too. If she could keep him distracted by dressing her up in sexy outfits then she could continue her dressing up game.

The dolls were on shelves in a walk in wardrobe in the spare room. It was fortunate otherwise graham might start to ask questions and find his own answers.

"I want to try out some other clothes on her first," Paula told him. She rummaged around and pulled out a pink rabbit costume designed for Halloween but never worn. It was many years ago since it had been bought for her and so it was rather small.

"Its OK you might as well stay, you can give me your opinion," Paula said.

Graham grinned. He was still inexperienced, not understanding an opinion was a dangerous thing when it came to women's clothing or hair or makeup or when they should have been ready.

His smile was overshadowed by a more serious expression as the top and skirt were pulled from around his teacher's body. He kept deadly quiet, calming his breathing, pulling air through a wide open mouth, trying hard to become invisible, not daring to remind them he was there.

It was so naughty, exciting naughty, to be watching his teacher in a bedroom. It would be great to watch any woman getting undressed but it seemed all the more sexy as it was his teacher being stripped.

Their teacher whined plaintively at first but Paula threatened to send her to school in those clothes if she didn't behave. Reluctantly his teacher let Paula strip her naked in front of him. It didn't take much for she had already lost her panties and there was no bra.

He was fascinated watching her body being revealed so blatantly. Her large breasts sagged a little, whereas Jenny's had stayed firmly upright. These were bigger and belonged to a teacher so they were delicious illicit goods. His cock was so stiff he found he was leaning forward to lessen the obvious bulge in his trousers.

He stared at the natural, untrimmed hairs gracing her lower pubis. They were sparse, not hiding the red gash at her crotch. If he had been more experienced he might have realised she was wet and open because he was there staring at her naked body and plainly liking what he saw.

Paula was telling her off and he reluctantly dragged his attention back to her.

"Stand still, stop fidgeting doll. Stand there properly while I find something to dress you in. You're not going to have your school clothes until I've finished. Behave yourself or you'll be spanked," Paula warned her.

Graham didn't think this was a normal girly *****over and wondered what she was playing at. The wondering didn't last long for Jessie was standing at attention with shoulders back thrusting out her breasts. Graham could only concentrate on one thing at a time so was already challenged by the sight of two very nice juicy breasts; ones that he just shouldn't be seeing.

Paula held up the now too small bunny outfit seeing it might fit her new doll. Some preparation would have to be made first though.

He watched them disappear into the bathroom and again heard the pathetic whining Jessie had resorted to. He couldn't hear what she was trying to get Paula to do or not do. He reacted quickly on being summoned to the bathroom. Paula made it clear she was in charge yet again.

This time Graham wondered if it was going too far. Paula handed him a razor and squirted foam over Jessie's hairs.

She refrained from rubbing the foam in but asked Graham, "Well? What are you waiting for, get on with it," she demanded.

It was no wonder he hesitated for his teacher was lying naked on the floor with her legs spread. He hadn't even seen Jenny like this let alone a mature woman, a teacher no less. She obviously didn't want to. She groaned a slight sound of pain, not form hurting but from the degrading position.

This was obviously what the one sided argument had been about and Paula had won yet again. With a shaking hand he touched her flesh with the razor through the white foam. She jumped and Paula jumped on her in turn, with words.

"Keep still, doll, you don't want to be cut down there," Paula told her, the tone of voice held little sympathy.

Again he wondered why she was being called doll but the sight of her pussy waiting for him, tantalisingly hidden by foam, quickly dismissed any other thoughts. He pushed at a thigh to keep her still. She whimpered as the razor slowly travelled over her thigh where there was little hair, which made an easier start.

He managed not to cut her and became less nervous when the progress went un-protested. As he began to reveal more of her inner thigh the concentration became more intense. From her mons down, the razor scrapped away the foam and with it more hairs clogged the razor. It was obvious he would have to shave under the lips. To do this the other hand would have to be brought in to pull at them.

He didn't notice the change in her breathing, to ragged deep breaths. Or, that she had become very quiet, no longer whimpering. He tried to grip a slippery lip between fingers and thumb. They had become more distended and puffy since he had started. The razor was sharp so without much drag her crotch was steadily denuded, like a jungle valley being deforested.

Occasionally he blew upon the nearly bald mound to dislodge an errant hair. Paula felt for her, imagining how his breath would feel on such a sensitised pussy. She noticed the teacher's reaction even if he didn't.

Jessie had her eyes tightly shut. When Graham had been called in to help she thought it was to hold her down, stopping her squirming. When he kneeled between her legs she shut down, switching off protests to try and ignore what was happening.

The sensations travelling over her thighs and between her legs were impossible to ignore. Try as she may, having an attractive young man concentrating upon her crotch was devastatingly sensual. Soon his every touch was sending shock waves through her body. When he started on the delicate hairs around her anus she whimpered pathetically.

With earnest gratitude she quietly thanked her body for not giving in to put on the intimate display of a noisy orgasm. Just short of letting go she was left vibrating dangerously like an unexploded mine. Primed, probed and ready to deliver its shocking purpose loudly and violently, it was only just avoided. So sensitive was she that the slightest touch could set her off. Still trembling she let Paula help her up off the floor to guide her back into the bedroom.

Jessie stood and moved when told, still not down from a serious sensual high. Without resistance but lots of shoving she was squeezed into the small bunny outfit. Not an innocent fluffy bunny but a club bunny, complete with bulging cleavage and little white tail. It was all soft curves and bulges hardly holding the delicious softness in. The high cut revealed hips and lots of thigh.

Many years ago it would have looked innocent on a young Paula. Being so small and tight gave it a more lewd appearance than any had at the proper Bunny Club. The crotch pulled tight between her lips and when she took a deep breath it looked as though both nipples would pop out.

Graham watched her parade up and down not realising it was designed to reduce a woman to a naughty bunny 'girl', with the reputation of how rabbits freely copulated adding to its symbolism.

Paula moved to the next costume telling her doll to strip off ready. This time there were no complaints and she soon stood naked in the centre of the bedroom patiently waiting. At last she had either just given in or learnt to obey.

A furtive glance at Graham confirmed she still held his attention.

Again the outfit was too small so Paula helped her into it. The all in one spandex cheerleaders costume fit tight, like a second skin. It held her breasts up pushing them out like footballs. The base of each breast was gripped tight so they were exaggerated in appearance. The tightly gripped waist that supported them emphasised their size too.

Standing up straight pulled the crotch tight between her legs into a deep camel toe. It felt as though she were being sawn in half every time she moved. A mere glance at her image in a mirror behind Paula told her all she needed to know. This outfit was worse than the last.

Her nipples were still erect from being so rudely stimulated between the legs. It was clear her whole body was still on fire.

"You need a gusset sewn in there for extra room," Paula told her. "Hold still," she was told. Jessie hadn't realised what she intended otherwise she might have pulled away. A pair of scissors snapped at the crotch releasing the pressure. At least now she could breathe deeply without it pulling at her tender raw crotch.

Graham saw what she had done for he was examining every detail of the cheerleaders outfit. This was nothing like the girls they had supporting the team. With a flash of glinting silver the job was done.

Her wet lips rudely exuded through the hole in the tight spandex outfit. They were swollen, crinkly, large and fleshy, protruding wet and shiny. They bulged out between her legs where the scissors had cut the seam.

The naughty cheerleader captured and conquered his imagination. His cock throbbed in the tight jeans.

Paula looked at him knowing she could mention Jenny to push him one way and thrust this pussy in his face to pull him in the other direction.

"You had better get a shower while I bed her down," Paula ordered.

Graham walked into a spare bedroom still throbbing from seeing and touching his teacher so intimately. He wouldn't need to flog himself much tonight. Without pyjamas he slipped under the covers waiting for the lights to go out when everyone would settle down to ***** leaving him free to play.

Paula kept a strict rein on her victim by ordering her about, pushing and shoving her into position, keeping her on the hop. On the slightest infraction of an instruction or when she didn't move quickly enough Paula slapped her ass.

Paula came in trailing Jessie changed yet again. Paula dressed her in a baby doll purloined from her ******. It was sheer and cut off around her hips. The panties were of the same material. Her breasts jiggled enticingly with every step.

Lying down he was now looking directly at her crotch where her denuded lips were clearly on show. He looked up to see her breasts pointing out above a slim waist. If it had been her ****** this elicit view would have been exciting but as it was a teacher it was devastating.

"Sorry about this but the other guest room is being decorated. You'll have to share," Paula announced, as though it were an imposition upon him. She lifted the covers and slapped the woman's ass, telling her to hurry up, when she hesitated.

"Sweet dreams both," she smiled. The picture upon the dolls face was wonderful. It held a desperate pleading look not to be left alone with him. Yet the eyes glowed bright in anticipation.

She dare not speak. She turned away from him drawing up her legs in a protective posture. On doing so she felt a hardness press against her bottom. The thin silk at her crotch protected nothing and it felt as though she were presenting her ass to him. It was the tip of his penis that touched her. The shock was enough to turn her onto her back.

He too settled onto his back.

She wanted to ask him to move over a little but still didn't trust her voice to hold up.

"I ***** on that side, away from the wall," he explained.

It dawned upon her she was expected to roll over him onto that side. She too slept on the right side of a bed, even when it was king size she found herself near the edge. As much as it might help her ***** there was no way she would snooze a second this night.

He helped to scoop her up in his strong hands but she got only half way to balance on top of him. She cringed. His cock was large and rock hard, throbbing against her tummy. She needed to remind him she was his teacher and he couldn't do this to her. It wasn't right for her to be there and they definitely couldn't do it, no, no way.

A sigh followed by a pathetic and meaningless protest left her breathing hard. She felt his strong hard footballer's hands lift her. She was thin and light, easily managed. It was both a relief and a disappointment to be manhandled onto the other side of the bed.

Of course it wouldn't happen, she was too old for him and he wouldn't be interested in her, especially as he had a thing going for Jenny. She was young and attractive full of youthful vigour and spirit. Fortunately he was still young and innocent, gallant enough not to take advantage of an older woman.

His muscular arms lifted her like a doll. She was reminded of how Paula was treating her and how she had conformed to those strange demands. Her thoughts suddenly cut off in surprise. He had lifted her off his chest but wasn't putting her down beside him. He pushed her down the bed till the head of his cock nudged her crotch.

Freezing didn't help. She should be fighting him off, shouting at him. She should have clamped her legs together tight. At least done something to try and stop him.

"No! We mustn't! You, I mean, I can't, not that, please, let me go," she whimpered. He wasn't holding on to her, in fact he was emphasising the fact by balancing her on his hard flat stomach. If she could summon the will to move she could roll off him.

Her legs were together but the slippery wetness let him push his cock between her thighs. She felt his hardness touch her swollen wet lips as he pushed her whole body down onto it.

"Please don't, please," she murmured.

She was so ready for him how could her body possibly respond to the urgent request to protect her pussy at all costs. She just couldn't clamp her thighs together. The head of his cock nudged her inner lips missing her open, waiting vagina. Her legs gave way to hang open where he had her poised over his red hot cock.

"Please! Oh please do it, just fuck me," she whispered on a red hot breath.

His strong hands gripped her, guiding the supine body down, settling it onto his cock. It didn't so much thrust in but invaded her body inch by careful inch.

It felt big. So big it pushed the air out of her lungs or rather sounded like it as she sighed deeply. She breathed out further and further, emptying her lungs as he filled her body. She threw back her head to moan crudely, knowing he was all inside, that she had absorbed all of him and he had taken all of her. It felt so deep and so fat it stretched her with the feeling of being consummately full.

He pushed her up with his arms and thrust up with powerful leg muscles. The wonderful cock slowly moved upward and outward, feeling as though it would travel for ever leaving pleasurable sensations all along her inner passage. Her vagina tried to hold onto it gripping for dear life, all of its own accord. She hadn't tried to do anything she just went along with it, or so she thought.

The explosion was again approaching, so very slowly, creeping up upon her, promising to be deep and all consuming. It was a little frightening to be giving way to such a powerful explosion. She pressed her hands on his chest pushing her loins from his cock until almost losing it then thrust down with a long slow satisfying stroke.

The same again only faster this time, plunging her body down the length of his shaft, ignoring his needs while working up to her own passionate rhythm, pressing her mons at an angle to keep his cock rubbing her clit.

With the sound of a steam train labouring on a hill she stopped still, very still, until a whoosh of breath marked the destination as reached. At last she had let go what had been building for most of the day. An orgasm racked her stomach with the nervous twitches spreading out to her extremities.

She kept so very still with his cock pressed tight and deep. As though coming up for air she began to surface from a deep orgasm, only to feel him spurt inside. She had never felt this before. It hit her in a sensitive spot seeming to be a gallon of cum filling her up with potent fluid. All that youthful virile sperm flooding deep brought on a devastating orgasm. This time a slower more swathing cum swamped her, rather than just washing over her.

Graham's strong legs had boldly separated her thighs as though his cock were trying to burrow into her. It did, it burrowed deep, slowly taking her until she couldn't be passive any longer and began to guide his thrusts.

On hearing her frantic calls for an orgasm, then an urgent demand to hold still, he exploded inside washing her vagina with his cum. Until that point it was all less frantic than with Jenny. At the end his teacher bounced around on his cock for a moment or two then collapsed onto him. He had cum so much more satisfactorily with her too, probably because they shared a common slow rhythm.

If he had thought of Jenny much more he would have worried about keeping this away from her. Instead he concentrated on one thing at a time and right now he was enjoying the feeling of having just fucked his teacher into **********. It felt so damn good!

How much more can she take?

Jessie awoke from an insistent prodding to a shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Paula looking at her smiling brightly. Graham had slid out of bed earlier, not by much as his side of the bed was still warm. It had been a disturbing night, for every time he moved she half woke and even when quickly falling off again ***** was troubled by disturbing dreams.

It was a new day with a fresh wave of guilt to face; over letting Jenny down, giving in so easily to Paula's perverse game and most of all, she felt dreadful over *****ing with Graham. He was a student and she had let him take her. It couldn't be called making love for it was more like rutting. A flash of memory made her cringe. She remembered needing it so badly then feeling elated when he entered her body, then warm, comforted and grateful afterwards.

His big arms had wrapped around her small body snuggling her into a bubble of glowing warmth. She woke up too hot but couldn't shake him off like an old blanket for he had her breasts gripped tight. Later she woke up in the night feeling his penis earnestly nudging her bottom, while he murmured nonsense into an ear, still fast a***** yet potent from some dream.

"Enjoy your little reward doll?" Paula asked, with a smirk crossing her face. "Out you get unless you want to wait for him, just incase he's ready for you again," she teased.

The baby-doll nightdress was tucked up around her breasts and the panties were missing, lost somewhere in a corner of the bed. She quickly swung her legs over the edge keeping them pressed together but a wet patch betrayed her, not that anything was a secret to this girl.

Jessie wanted to tell her to leave her alone, even if it sounded petulant. It was an awful thing to say, that she had been given that big hunk of a lad as a reward for being a good girl. She was a mature adult not this girls plaything. She was the teacher not some stupid airhead girl needing supervising and looking after.

Knowing this student was just toying with her made it all the more galling. They had gone past making sure she didn't run away and leave Jenny to face the school authorities, they were crushing her.

Jessie gave up trying to bring a stirring speech together and instead meekly followed the girl into the bathroom. After all she desperately needed to pee.

"Stand there while I set the shower," Paula told her. From last night she knew it was easier to do as she was told rather than suffer more indignities from the weird girl. After letting him have her perhaps Graham might intervene on her behalf by either helping in an escape to her apartment or at least insisting she be given some decent clothes.

Knowing this girl would punish her through what clothes were given was humiliating. She was going to school this morning and dare not upset this young eighteen year old girl or she would spend the day looking like a stupid slut, or worse. She stood waiting in the bathroom for her to adjust the shower wishing she would just hurry up and leave.

The baby-doll hardly covered her hips yet she still pulled at it trying to cover her body. She was leaking so much she wondered if he had filled her up with a gallon of sperm. She leaned forward slightly as though it might hide the terrible evidence of the misbehavior.

She was supposed to be the teacher yet had to take the role of one of the students or be found out and fail the course. After investing a substantial amount and three years of her life to a teachers' college it was imperative to hide her mistake. Jenny had taken her role as teacher then Paula had volunteered to keep her in check, with Graham watching them both.

Paula had other motives too as she wanted to dress Jessie up like one of her dolls. It would have been creepy if it hadn't been so humiliating. With her body hardly covered Graham didn't put a stop to it, he just ogled her while getting more excited, leaving Paula to do as she liked with their teacher.

"Come along doll in you get, let's make sure you wash behind your ears," Paula chuckled. "Well, well, what's this?" she asked. With a restraining hand gripping teachers arm, the girl pointed at the woman's pussy. Graham's cum was seeping over her thighs giving them a glistening sheen.

Jessie was sick with shame that she was leaking and that this student was there to point it out. She closed her eyes wanting to be away from there, preferably some other country would do. She felt a finger dig into her soft flesh and cringed.

Paula had already pushed her around, wearing her down until she gave in to become compliant, all with the purpose of making her into a doll to be dressed up. Another opportunity to weaken her had arisen and Paula wasn't about to throw it away. Scooping out pussy and cum juices on two fingers she held them up under teacher's nose.

It didn't matter to Paula if this was a teacher or anyone else. She had seen the opportunity of taking advantage of someone, making them dress up like one of her dolls and that is all that mattered. "Lick away the evidence of your nasty little dalliance with a student. Go on, get to it, doll," she ordered.

Jessie could smell him under her nose. Paula knew all along but now she could tell Jenny of this degrading moment. It had been said by both the students, if she did as she was told Paul would protect her. That isn't what happened last night, she had been pushed into bed with him and they both knew what would unavoidably happen.

After being worked up all evening they didn't have a hope of resisting temptation. As a result of that big mistake she was standing there in more trouble than ever. The girl pushed smelly fingers into her mouth. As bad as they stank and though it was a disgusting thing to do she sucked on the fingers. Something in her relished the thought of taking his seed into her body.

Again and again Paula scooped up her teachers mess to watch fascinated as the woman licked the smelly fingers. It was the look of contentment with which she sucked them clean that was so enthralling.

"You are such a suck bitch, doll," Paula told her.

Being reminded so often she was just a doll helped her escape responsibility for the inappropriate behavior. Only, it released her standards allowing her to behave all the more badly, requiring her to dig deeper into the roll of being this young girl's doll. To think it was some innocent role play that got her into this mess in the first place was ironic. Or maybe more than that, it was downright hurtful.

Jessie stepped into the shower but Paula didn't step away and with the sound of running water she just couldn't hold on any longer. A noticeable stream of hot yellow piss ran down her legs to mix with the shower where it swirled down the plug hole. Paul watched it as though it were something new to her.

Her breathing quickened until it felt as though she might drown under the spray. Her mind span around and around like the water swirling down the drain. Jessie should be expecting and receiving the respect a teacher was due, yet she was being supervised like a ***** while naked in a shower taking a pee.

Paula took hold of her hands to gain her attention. "Come on we haven't all day, get a move on," the girl told her.

Paula supervised the shower then dried her body and hair. A hand went between her legs cupping her pussy to test whether or not it needed shaving. In Paula's bedroom she stood waiting while the young girl rummaged around for clothes. It helped to switch off from what was happening to her, thinking of anything else but this deep ***********. It was hoped Graham might at least appear to mitigate the terrible choice of clothing Paula was likely to find, judging by what had been found for her last night.

It was a mark of how low her moral standards and self esteem had fallen that she stood there so patiently while naked. Even more so that she was hoping a young guy, her student, would come in to the bedroom to help choose her clothes.

Jessie was pleasantly surprised as these were fairly decent garments compared to yesterday's slutty attire. A white pushup fitted bra with a decent pair of white cotton panties was a good start. The wrap around skirt was far too short for a twenty-eight year old teacher but not so unusual for an eighteen year old student. At least the blouse and tie were what might be called regulation, if a uniform was going to be attempted in the last year of school.

***

Paula drove them to school in near silence as they contemplated their day ahead. Paula would have to play things carefully with Jenny to make sure she got to take her doll home after classes.

Graham kept quiet knowing it was going to come out sooner or later, so should he tell Jenny he had slept with the teacher before lunch or during. If she took it really badly nothing much could be said during lessons so he could escape at lunch time. Or would it be better to reveal the truth at lunchtime so he could just run for it if she blew-up.

Jessie wondered about her career, whether this was a sign that she should give it up before it even got started. If this was anything to go by a career in teaching was not for her. Out of so many practice teaching sessions this one was supposed to be easy. Yet she had ended up handing the class over to one of the eighteen year old students and taking her place in class.

It was unfortunate that it happened but she would have to live with the consequences but she wasn't looking forward to another day of ***********. Sitting in class as a student rather than the teacher was going to be a torment. Just the thought of facing Jenny after letting her down twice was frightful.

She would have to make some excuse to go to the staff room or washroom then make her way to the principal's office. He didn't have to know everything and if she threw herself on his mercy it might save her career.

So that was it, get out of the class somehow and inform the principal about the whole sorry episode then hope for the best. Not much of a plan but it was better than facing the school examiner or letting this dreadful situation continue. Jessie had been kept in such turmoil by the students manipulating her and picking on her it was difficult to think what the right thing to do might be.

***

Everyone seemed to arrive in class at the same time except for Jenny who sat upright at the teacher's desk looking as though she owned the school. She wore a smart business suit, emulating Jessie, borrowed from her ******* wardrobe.

At home Jenny found something unexpected in a draw she realized must be something kept for a special someone, only, sadly they had never been worn. On the spur of the moment she slipped on the suspender belt and a pair of stockings for Graham, feeling exceedingly naughty.

As the trio walked in Jenny nodded to them and beckoned Graham over. She was surprised to see him quietly make his way to the usual desk. Instead, their teacher came and stood by the desk wanting to say something only finding it too difficult.

"Just stand there," Jenny told her. Jenny had no problem with demonstrating authority having had it handed over on a plate so the opportunity was there to enjoy. It was funny how the self assured teacher was now standing by her looking awkward and tongue tied, not knowing what to say.

Paula had done a good job on dressing her in an outfit that made her look the part. A casual glance would imply she was just another student so most wouldn't give her a second look. It raised her morale to have this teacher waiting on her so she meant to keep it that way.

Jessie had meant to tell the girl she had slept with the boyfriend thinking it might get her sent out of the classroom. On the cusp of such a shocking revelation it was realized this was too much of a risk. When Jenny commanded her to stay Jessie couldn't do anything but await this girl's pleasure. It was annoying knowing the girl was going to demonstrate her new won power to the class at Jessie's expense, by pushing her further into the role of teenage student.

It was partly from being browbeaten by Paula and partly from guilt over all she had done to Jenny that drained her resistance. Due to her negligence this student had been fondled in the store cupboard then insult had been added to injury by *****ing with the boyfriend. The condemnation she heaped upon herself was bad enough, but how much more did she deserve from Jenny and the class.

So, despite being the teacher she stood by the teacher's desk awaiting a student's pleasure. It was too late to save her reputation in front of the class for they had all seen her capitulate to Jenny's new found authority. They all knew of the foolish little mistake and had conspired to prolong the ordeal. They must know too that she had been taken home by Paula and Graham and were wondering what had happened.

Seeing her in class dressed like this answered most questions. What it didn't reveal was how overwhelming was the defeat, she had been crushed. The teacher stood watching her class settling down until they sat watching expectantly. This was her opportunity to wrest back control. She would call their bluff telling them she would take the risk of losing her career. She opened her mouth to speak but Jenny beat her to it.

Jenny had decided to take a back seat after the examiner made his last visit to pass the student teacher. It would be fun fooling the old bastard that she was the teacher though she would have to be more careful with him. In the meantime she was having a bit of fun at teacher's expense, watching, anticipating the woman's attempt to rebel.

Jenny noted the teacher looked less mature today, more like a hesitant student than ever. She wondered what had happened to her last night. What had Paula put her through that she was so compliant?

"Class!" Jenny said, with a loud imperious tone. They were perfectly quiet anticipating one of them was about to announce something. It would be very disappointing to hear the game was over as they all enjoyed the teacher's predicament.

"Remember to keep our secret today. You all know I'm your new teacher and must be treated with respect," she hesitated, with a smile on her lips, letting them make rude noises. "This new student was unsure of the dress code yesterday but has been put right, as you can see," Jenny said, with a smirk on her face.

Paula had made a good job of it so the guy's ribald remarks were as expected. They all played the game by keeping their voices down, not wanting an interfering teacher to investigate a noisy classroom. On a student the outfit would go fairly unnoticed but on a teacher the short skirt was on the wrong side of improper. On a responsible mature woman it suggested she was being a bit of a slut.

The small bra pushed her breasts up into a perky shape with plenty of cleavage under the sensible blouse. The bra was thin enough over the aureole to show as a dark shadow. Jenny remembered why none of the girls wore that kind of bra, because when cold or they became excited, the nipples would show stiffly through it and the blouse.

All the guys were looking at her with tongues hanging out just because it was a teacher. The woman had experience of sex, so maybe that was the reason they all looked at her like wolves after prey. Jenny looked at their teacher. She stood there, not with hands on hips demanding respect but timidly, as though she deserved nothing and expected nothing.

Jenny saw Graham looking at her with a more sympathetic look and wondered why. He kept looking away from her without the usual little knowing looks they normally shared. He looked furtive, as though wanting to be somewhere else. Deciding to test out the idea it had something to do with their teacher she raised her arms, waving the class to silence.

"I'm sure you all approve of this young girls attire today. Give us a twirl young lady," she said.

Jessie missed it at first then took in what had been said. "Jenny!" she said in a whisper, hoping the others couldn't hear. "I'm your teacher, you mustn't, do this, it's wrong, please," she whispered desperately. They all wanted to toy with her because she was a teacher and an adult. She felt the atmosphere closing on her from their expectancy, wondering what she would do.

When Jenny gave an impatient look she didn't wait to be scolded like a little girl in front of the class, so started again. "Please miss, can I go to my desk, miss, please," she said, not meaning to simper but did and it felt appallingly pathetic. The young girl was determined to impress her authority on the class and her too. The whole class was behind Jenny so she dare not step out of line, she would have to play along with their game of torment the teacher.

She took a deep breath. It could be withstood for a couple of hours more, before she escaped to the principal's office. She turned around slowly, not wanting the bouncy skirt to ride up. With her back to the class she was told to stop. The very idea of having this young girl ordering her about was bad enough but being shown off to a class that was supposed to be hers was awful.

"Let's see if you could make it as a cheerleader young girl. Twirl your hips... faster," Jenny ordered. The light skirt kept a hold of the guy's attention as it bounced around with her gyrating hips, threatening to lift showing off the white panties. "Does her ass look big in that little skirt?" she asked the class, meaning only the girls.

A murmur of approval from the guys was matched by a murmur of disapproval from the girls. The hem kept flipping up unpredictably so the guys had to watch carefully to glimpse their teacher's white panties. If they had girlfriends in class those girls looked on in disgust, whereas, the others watched in delight at their teacher being treated so shoddily.

Jenny looked at Graham seeing a hurt look on his face, though he tried to cover it up. Jenny crooked a finger at the teacher meaning for her to lean closer to hear something. "Don't stop," she ordered. The rest of the class couldn't see the pained look on their teacher's face that was a picture of ***********.

As she bent to hear what Jenny had to say she could feel the short skirt bouncing up to show more of her panty clad ass as she continued to gyrate. There was at least plenty of coverage but they fit tight between her cheeks and clung to her pussy. She could almost physically feel their eyes on her ass wriggling around.

This was just another *********** heaped on the others which she just gave in to, accepting it as part of a just punishment. She was being demoralized and belittled before the whole class but couldn't do a damn thing about it.

"What have you and Graham been up to?" Jenny hissed at her.

Jessie nearly collapsed on hearing the girl ask such a question. What was she to say? It couldn't be said, not here, like this. Her hands gripped the desk and she slowly collapsed over it continuing to wiggle her bottom. Slumped over the desk she looked up at the girl with a pleading look. "I'm sorry, Jenny, I didn't mean to, honest," she apologized.

It didn't matter she was showing off her bottom to the whole class as everything behind her had been forgotten. She needed forgiveness or to be punished for her sins. This whole sorry episode needed a conclusion before she broke completely.

Jenny hadn't expected this. Her boyfriend and her teacher had slept together! She only just managed to keep a neutral expression on her face. She could feel the anger growing as though it were building up to explode upon her features then out of her mouth in a blaze of fury.

"How could you ***** with my boyfriend? You slept with your student! How could you let me down and yourself down so badly? Jessie, you're a bad girl," Jenny pronounced gravely. Her leg shook a little, the only outward sign of emotion.

It was ironic being in this position, being told the very thing she might say as a teacher to a naughty student, yet she was the one having to accept it. "I'm so sorry miss. I really am, you can punish me for it but I can't undo it, I wish I could," Jessie said in all sincerity.

Jessie had stopped wriggling her bottom. The class went very still, quietly straining to hear what was being so earnestly said between teacher and pupil, where it was the teacher obviously apologizing.

"Do what you like with me, punish me, but please believe me, I didn't mean any of this to happen," she pleaded.

Jenny looked at her bent over the desk and knew what she had to do. "Stay right where you are," Jenny threatened, with hissed words and a steely gaze. She came back from the store cupboard with a long-ago abandoned item. It had fallen behind a rack, lost for many years, until discovered while tidying up.

Jenny kept it behind her back but the teachers eyes were closed anyway as though in prayer. She felt so bad nothing could be worse. She had seen Jenny enter the cupboard imagining the girl could at least cry in private. It made her feel so bad, so weak, she couldn't stand. This public *********** felt like a just retribution, as she could feel her panties were on show to the whole class.

Nothing was being said, no noise of approval or disapproval so they probably thought her too old to be interesting. If she had eyes in the back of her head she would have soon realized the mistake for phone cameras were busy filming and snapping at her ass. The guys zoomed in for a close up hoping to see her crotch but were disappointed.

Jessie was about to stand up and resume a place at a student desk; as humiliating as it would be to sit there among them after this. She would have to bear it as a part of the punishment. Jessie heard a swishing sound but didn't feel the unexpected pain for almost a whole second.

The class made a collective sound of astonishment. The inrush of air might have slammed an open door shut it had been so strident. They had been looking at her ass not at Jenny flexing the cane. It had been almost as much of a shock to the class as it had been to their teacher.

The unexpected explosion to her senses ****** open her eyes wide with a little pathetic whimpering noise escaping the throat. Jenny put a hand on her back holding the woman in place though it wasn't needed for she was in shock. Already weak from being drained emotionally this inexplicable action floored her completely.

Jenny was determined to pay Jessie back for this betrayal. It's wasn't his fault; he's just a poor guy giving in to the teasing and flaunting. One stroke was not enough and the white panties looked too innocent so she pulled them from her teacher's cheeks.

The class again made a noise of astonishment only this time the outward breath sounded strong enough to sooth the red stripe across both cheeks. The girls knew something was up and the whispered messages seemed to bet on it being Graham getting between the two females. The cane confirmed it.

Jessie's head came up to yelp pathetically from another whack of the cane. Her perfect heart shaped bottom looked spoilt with crimson welts crossing it. To punish a student like this was highly illegal but there was nothing in the law to protect a teacher from corporal punishment. If she were to complain the whole sorry story of her capitulation would emerge for a far worse *********** in the press.

Jessie was in shock and just lay there with Jenny holding her over the desk, ass up, showing off a striped bottom. With legs pressed together the lips of her pussy were squashed between them. Above those soft lips the indentation of a hard looking asshole was clearly tightly clenched.

"Please miss, I'm sorry miss," Jessie stammered, trying to bring her round by showing she had capitulated to her authority.

Another whack from the cane showed a strong determination to exact some sort of revenge. The drawn out moment between strikes when the class was hushed allowed everyone to hear the teachers little suppressed sobs. A teacher, a woman, a responsible adult was bent over having her naked bottom caned.

"Please miss, I'll be good, I promise, please don't cane me," she wailed quietly, hoping the class didn't hear the pathetic plea.

The guys in class were silent, mesmerized by the sight of their teachers red ass. They could see her asshole clenching tight with every strike. The girls elaborated on what might have happened, some information derived from Paula, the rest was made up. The general conclusion was that the bad slut needed punishing. The guys would agree just for the spectacle of it.

"Please miss, I'll be your student, I'll be a good girl, I'll do as I'm told miss, honest miss," she croaked, no longer caring who heard as long as the pain stopped.

It went on for a long time as the universe slowly revolved around their teacher's bottom, as though it were a brown hole sucking in all of classroom time and space. It was certainly absorbing the guy's attention. It looked as though her ass had exploded in parallel lines, one after another, striping it red. No-one in class had ever seen such a thing only ever hearing about it from parents. The cane was real and her ass was real and the pain was obviously real.

"I'm so sorry miss, I won't do it again, promise miss," she sobbed, sounding so very pathetic.

They were beginning to feel sorry for her after eight whacks of the cane. Jenny seemed to come to with her vision clearing. Even she, for a moment, thought this was going too far. Her hand trembled wondering what to do next. Without thinking about it she looked across to Graham as she might have any other time.

The way he looked at their teacher's ass stirred the aggression once more. She stood between them shielding her as though standing before a football game on television. He couldn't look at her knowing this retribution was because of him. At least he had the temerity to look highly uncomfortable but he hadn't done anything or said anything in the teachers' defense.

Jenny wondered what it might take for him to jump up and stop her tormenting this woman who had been in bed with him. Incomprehensibly a language class came to mind. 'He fucked, she fucked and they fucked! The simple statement lit her eyes fanning the flames of anger.

She tucked the hem of the skirt, which was up anyway, into the waist band. "Stand up!" she demanded. Silent tears ran down the woman's cheeks. It was obvious she only just resisted rubbing her sore ass as her hands continuously twitched. She didn't want to show her face to the class.

The teacher had been embarrassed then humiliated now thoroughly *********. Before the entire class her bare ass had been caned. Jessie had felt her lips protruding between her thighs and guessed at her asshole being on display too. How could she face them, sit among them, when all would know how depraved she was.

"Put your hands on your head," Jenny ordered. Her voice was hard and hid the concern for what she had done. Wondering what might happen for this outrage could be left to later while she dealt with this woman. "Go stand in the corner, naughty girl," Jenny said, unable to resist rubbing it in.

She inadvertently stepped out of the panties, almost tripping, but couldn't stop to pick them up. The very idea of bending over in front of the whole class to pick up her panties was appalling. Out the corner of an eye she watched Jenny pick them up and for a terrible moment thought the young girl was going to make her put them on in front of everyone.

A hysterical little laugh escaped her lips but the nasty little noise was thankfully drowned by the class chattering. It didn't seem a big deal compared to everything else but she imagined how it would look; the teacher being told to put her panties on by one of the students.

Instead the girl held them by a finger and thumb as though they were soiled and dropped them in the trash. What next? The casual way they were discarded was humiliating enough. Would she be made to scrabble around in the trash to find a pair of panties to cover her nakedness under this short skirt?

Jenny watched her as did the whole class. The woman was giving in to a demeaning insult as though she were a school kid.

They understood she had reluctantly gone along with a little fun when she pretended to be a student. They hadn't realized what it had been doing to her, to lose all authority, then be treated and dressed as an adolescent. What they hadn't seen was what happened to her last night with Paula and Graham.

Their teacher had been systematically stripped of her dignity leaving her completely subdued. They couldn't help looking at her and laughing, partly in embarrassment and partly with pleasure. The woman was standing with hands on her head showing off a bare ass striped red from a caning.

The whole class was chatting about what had happened, some blaming Graham, while others blamed the teacher. For what, was only partly known while the rest was made up.

Jessie could hear the muttering and peels of soft laughter knowing it was all about her. If they became distracted enough she might be able to sidle to the door to make an escape. She shook her head for it would be impossible. As soon as she made a move someone was sure to notice and grab her even before the door was open.

"Class! Put your phones away and settle down, we don't want outside attention, do we!" Jenny announced.

Jessie was still far away in her own world of anguish. The statement did sink in eventually. The whole class had been using camera phones! Recording the caning of her bare ass! This dire *********** was recorded! She leant forward to slump her head in the corner of the room. Desperate thoughts of escape were reduced to wondering how she might keep in their good books, needing to keep all of this a secret.

It seemed like forever that she stood there. So long that lunchtime was nearly upon them. A knock at the door stopped everyone from whatever they were doing, even drawing Jessie's attention from a little sorry world. A group in-breath of dismay was heard when a teacher walked in.

The students looked down at open books or even a bare desk rather than at him or their teacher. Mister Barker was a handsome ditherer who taught history and geography. He was one of those easily side tracked in class to tell stories until time was up and home work had to be set. The students could describe him in one word, harmless.

Right now though he was very dangerous for he could bring their game down around their ears. Paula was angry at this intrusion for she might lose her doll at any minute. As soon as he looked around she would be spotted. The stupid bitch wasn't even capable of pulling the skirt down to cover a bare ass. Paula was trying to will her into keeping quiet, keeping immobile, and pulling her skirt down.

Ben too was hoping she wouldn't be found out. He had heard the ribald remarks over what had happened between her and Graham and enjoyed watching Jenny's revenge. It might work to his advantage allowing him to gain some revenge against a teacher. He had just been putting an idea together when this teacher walked in ready to spoil his chances.

The rest of the class listened carefully without looking up, pretending to study. They were either afraid of what might happen when their teacher was found after a thrashing or enthralled over the idea of this drip finding her and not knowing what to do. He was notoriously indecisive but surely even he couldn't ignore such a blatant breach of school rules.

Jenny was still angry and stood as soon as he entered ready to shout at the interruption. It floored her that this teacher knew her, having taught most of them this year and previously.

He looked across the bent heads with a smile upon his face. "Well, that is nice to see, so many studious students, I was beginning to think the word students was a synonym for," he didn't finish for Jenny moved quickly up to him.

The distraction quickly curtailed a Latin lesson. Standing close to him left it awkward for him to turn toward the front of the class where he would see their teacher, in the corner behind the door. To make sure he didn't turn she pushed a soft breast against his bare arm.

He wore a short sleeve shirt and the fine hairs on his arm seemed to crackle with static. It might have been so for he wore cheap polyester, trousers, shirt and probably underpants too. He hadn't looked he just knew the pressure on his arm was of a feminine origin and it wasn't a hand.

No one would do that to him on purpose, not in his experience, so he was careful not to draw attention to the mistake. "I'm the student teacher for this week, can I help you?" she smiled. A slight wink was perhaps pushing her luck too far but he bit and swallowed.

She watched a large Adams apple bob in a scrawny neck. It was the only unfortunate part of him, except for his personality, which was not so much unfortunate as missing. She turned slightly to keep him looking in the right direction. Her breast pushed tighter into his arm. She thought this was probably the biggest thrill for him all week.

She looked him straight in the eyes. "What can I do for you, I'm at your disposal," she said, only just refraining from adding the little word, 'Sir'. She had been his student so of course she would automatically say the word but then he would probably have taken a closer look at her.

In any case she was still expecting him to look up from her cleavage and be recognized.

This was as much fun as fooling Mister Chapman. This time she had a grudge to settle. If this teacher turned to leave, the game would be over, with consequences to pay for. They might all be expelled or at the very least the three of them would be.

"Miss Brown's class, I was looking for it," he said, at the same time trying to clear his throat.

Jenny felt the suspender belt against her hip when pushing against him and it gave her an idea. "It's the next class along this corridor," she purred. "You probably won't find her though because all the regular teachers are off leaving us student teachers to it," she purred at him.

"Thanks," he said, but made no move to leave. Her breast was pressed against his arm and her hip was firmly holding him from turning toward the door and their teacher.

"Would you do me a big favor in turn?" she asked. The sweet way she asked left him nodding unable to speak.

"Will you help me with something in the store room?" she asked.

She nudged him in the right direction, to walk to the back of the class with her following close on his heel in case he turned around. She just hoped someone in the classroom would take the initiative to move their damn teacher.

She needn't have been so skeptical for Graham and Paula as well as Ben moved together. They let Paula pull the skirt down and guide their teacher to a desk as though she were blind. She didn't so much bend her head to study as collapse her head onto a pile of books.

They left her there wondering what Jenny was up to.

Jenny pushed his back moving him into the store room and quickly closed the door behind them before he could turn around. The dim light was on and he did turn with a questioning look on his face.

She was going to ask him to move a box of paper but that seemed foolish now for any of the guys in class could have managed it.

"What, err, what may I do for you, miss, err?" he hesitantly spoke.

"Jessie, it's Jessie," she said. He was still waiting with an expectant look on his face rather than ask outright with any determination. "It's embarrassing," she smiled pathetically, still trying to find an excuse to keep him there. It occurred to her he didn't really need much of an excuse to be in close confines with an attractive young woman.

A naughty idea occurred and she wondered if it might be possible. "I've done my back in. It's alright when I stand but really painful when I bend. I'm not sure if I should even mention this," she broke off suddenly. She was about to laugh but felt it looked as though she were embarrassed.

"Can you keep a secret, I wouldn't want this to get around, I would feel so awful," she said, looking at him in earnest. She was rather proud of how sincerely she could lie.

"Whatever it is I'm sure I can help, I would be most pleased to," he smiled, trying to look encouraging. Instead he sounded and looked like a pompous fool.

This was the second time she had brought a man into this small room that was nothing more than a large cupboard. They seemed to become brainless fools and it was immensely satisfying to wield such power over these so called responsible adults.

"If you promise not to tell anyone I can let you help me," she said.

"I promise it will be our secret," he said, sounding even more like a pretentious ass.

"I can't bend over to reach the hem of this skirt," she took a deep breath, pushing her breasts in his face. "I need to pull my panties up. I couldn't ask one of the girls, of course, and all the women teachers are away on a course, or a jolly more like," she huffed.

"You can see my dilemma of course!" she whispered dramatically. Before he could find his voice she continued. "If you could lift my skirt up I'll do what is needed. If you come close you won't be able to see anything. I'm so sorry to ask you, but I couldn't go around with them about to fall down," she complained.

"Oh! Of course not, I see your problem and understand," he said, moving close.

"You won't say anything to anyone, will you!" she said, with a desperate look on her face.

"No, I promise," he said, in all sincerity.

She had him where she wanted him! Someone must have their teacher almost tucked away at a desk by now. To make sure she decided to keep him here a little longer, besides she was enjoying the naughty game. This one seemed so much easier to control she wouldn't get into trouble this time. "Just lift the hem of the skirt, so I can," she left it unsaid.

He stood very close with the idea he wouldn't be able to see her below the waist. He leant forward to reach down and put his nose into her cleavage. "I'm so sorry," he spluttered. She could feel a slight spray over her breasts. Fortunately there wasn't much of a cleavage on show as every button was done up.

She felt like telling him to just get on with it. "It doesn't matter, let's just get it done quickly, please," she said. More carefully he bent to reach the hem and pulled at it with an obvious lack of experience. "Careful!" she warned him. Wiggling her hips pushed her breasts from side to side before his eyes.

"Keep still, I can't reach," she told him. The only thing that moved was his eyes, swiveling from side to side following her cleavage. Jenny moaned, not from the close contact but from what it was obviously doing to him. It was exciting teasing the guys in class by showing off their teachers' panties and now putting this teacher in such an awkward position, it was all so very satisfying.

He was becoming more aroused with every wiggle of her breasts as much as the idea of holding up the hem of her skirt. Jenny wanted to laugh at him for he obviously didn't get out much. She changed the moan into a groan of pain. "It's no good I can't reach them. It hurts my back too much. I got a touch of the waist band but they've slipped down out of reach," she told him.

They had been perfectly all right but it had been easy enough to wriggle them down over her thighs, so now she really was in danger of loosing them. "Tell me if it's too much to ask, you won't think I'm terrible will you?" she said, looking at him with her big blue eyes. He didn't have a chance.

"Of course, no, I won't think that, of course not, err, what is it you want?" he asked, unsure if she had said something and he had missed it.

"I can't reach them and I can't go out there like this! Please, I know it's awful to ask, I hate to ask you, can you, please, pull up my panties," she stammered. She closed her eyes unable to look him in the face for he had a gleam in his eyes that spread to his face giving it the look of a small boy in a sweet shop.

She would have laughed out loud and broken the spell in one moment longer if she hadn't closed her eyes. He fumbled at holding her skirt up, unable to tackle the two tasks at once. "Here, let me help, give me the hem and I'll hold it up," she said, with a sound to her voice as though it were an every day task.

He went down on his knees as she lifted the skirt up around the waist. She stood there with the panties hanging down around her thighs showing everything, though not so much as he expected. Her bush had been shaved into a strip of growth down over her pubis. Her legs were clamped together so everything was hidden between her thighs.

If he were disappointed it didn't show. For a moment he just knelt there. She noticed a slight bald patch beginning in the centre of his head which looked as though he would have a monks' tonsure in a couple of years. This wasn't the moment to warn him about a haircut though.

He tried to grab a hold of the panty waist band without touching her thighs but that would be impossible. With fingers hooked into her panties he tugged at them. Jenny hadn't ever had a man pull her panties up before and only one man had pulled them down. She gripped her thighs as though it were a ****** trying to pull them down not a volunteer pulling them up.

"You'll have to, I mean could you, open your thighs please," he said, almost ******* on the words.

She knew what he meant but couldn't let him off the hook so easily. "That's not a very polite thing to say Mister Barker," she said, with a soft little gasp.

He tugged at the panties, demonstrating the difficulty. "Oh I see, or rather I can feel, I mean, very well," she said, while clearing her throat making it sound like an imposition. Jenny moved one foot aside then the other, hoping it would seem as though she had inadvertently opened her legs too much.

Looking own at him wasn't a problem for his concentration was all upon her crotch. She felt the panties slip a little and his hands slide against her thighs when he took a fresh grip on them. It was thrilling feeling this mans soft hands brushing her thighs. He didn't have permission to ravage her, only to help in this ludicrous way. She could feel his heavy breath upon her thighs as he began to almost pant. If he took any longer she would be too.

He could see everything now! She could feel a particularly torrid breeze of his breath whip across her lips. If there was much more of that they would plump up and sheen with moisture, as if they weren't already.

Pull them up tight, please," she said. Surely a man wouldn't pull his own pants up so tight, it might do him damage. She was tempted to ask him to smooth them into place. They were pulled tight between her cheeks and up her crotch to much her lips were protruding in them. The white cotton would show a damp patch if she didn't drop her dress quickly.

"Oh! I just thought. No I couldn't ask you to," she said, in a frail voice.

"It's all right, anything you want," he said. Still not looking up at her while she stood with the skirt up showing off the panties.

She was tempted to ask him to kiss her pussy, just to see his reaction, though she had to admit it wouldn't be just for him. "This seems so silly. I won't be able to go to the rest room. You've already, err, well seen everything. I wonder if you could just take them off. I can go to the rest room at lunch time then. I'm being such nuisance I know, I'm sorry," she apologized, as though she meant it.

"That's alright, it makes sense, I guess," he said. He put his hands up to her panties not bothering to try to keep his hands off her thighs. She hadn't complained before so he took a little more of a liberty this time. After all she had asked him to pull her panties down so what did she expect?

"It must look so ugly I understand if you don't like doing this," she commented as he hesitated.

He kept his hands on her white outer thighs just below her hips, reluctant to let go, to pull them down. "Pardon, I'm not sure what you mean?" he asked.

"My, err, down there, is it a messy ugly thing?" she asked, nervously.

"No! Not at all, you mustn't think that, it's quite exquisite, beautiful," he stammered. The shy history teacher hadn't ever seen a woman from this angle before and had never been this close to such a beautiful creature and had never expected to either. He underestimated himself in many ways and in consequence had lowered his ambitions, toward women too.

"Do you really think so? I've never seen it but it feels ridiculous when washing," she calmly stated. "This is so funny, in a peculiar way. Discussing my private place with you, a complete stranger, I think you must be a very experienced man to leave me feeling so relaxed about it," she said.

"It's a pleasure, I mean I don't mind, not at all," he said, trying to sound matter of fact about it as though he were a man of the world; after all he was a geography teacher. "It looks nice, very neat, like an oyster, perhaps," he commented, though he had never seen an oyster before and this was the first time seeing a woman like this. He had fondled a little before doing his duty, but never seen it like this.

He had stopped pulling them down to kneel starring directly at her pussy. Perhaps she should call in some of the guys from her class for a second opinion. She figured most of them had more experience than he did. "Do men actually, I can't ask, it's dreadful," she said.

"What, go on I won't mind," he said, interested in anything she had to say that was dreadful. He was pleased she hadn't scolded him for just holding her panties half mast, with her pussy exposed.

"You will think me a terrible girl, but do men actually kiss, you know, down there?" she said, in a conspirators whisper.

"Yes," he croaked.

"Well! I didn't believe it, didn't think anyone would want to do such a thing. You must think I'm terrible asking such a thing. Am I naive? Inexperienced then, I'm sorry to put you through this but I've never been in this position before. I need to take advantage of your knowledge and experience. What is it like? Kissing it like that I mean," she asked.

"Oh! Silly me, your right, you wouldn't know," she giggled. "I guess it isn't much fun for a man," she mused, and stood thinking a moment. She was hardly innocent but did genuinely wonder what it might feel like. "Would you do me a big favor? I mean if it's not too much trouble and doesn't make you feel sick. I don't suppose it's very nice for you, but if you could I would be so grateful," she hesitantly asked.

By this time he was unable to speak being reduced to a nod or shake of his head. She knew he was too far gone to reason that he was being wound up, or even if he was aware it wouldn't have mattered to him. His mouth hung open with a tongue nearly hanging loose, as though he were the village idiot or a dog waiting for a bone.

She gently eased her hips forward without him noticing she was being a brazen hussy. He lent forward with eyes wide trying to take it all in for posterity. He puckered his lips and kissed. He was desperately trying to remember if any of his friends had said anything that might help. He told himself to use his imagination. But what if he did the wrong thing? Should he blow into her hole as though it were her ear?

He sucked on her lips as she pushed forward maneuvering over his face. Inadvertently he sucked too hard. Her lips and what ever else were there, bits he couldn't identify with a name, by sight, or by feel, were sucked into his mouth. He froze thinking he had hurt her. The sound she made was from an awful agony.

"My! Oh! My! Do it again, please," she hissed.

Still holding her bits in his mouth it all changed from being a mistake to a technique. He rolled them around in his mouth pulling on her lips, licking and sucking powerfully. He listened to her suppressed moans for guidance. Gently biting on her sex he was surprised to hear an excited groan. He was too afraid to bite hard but nibbled and licked as hard as he could. One hard piece of flesh was rubbed and became significant to him when she grabbed his hair and thrust her sex into his mouth.

"Yes, Oh, Yes, please, more, please," she moaned. Although highly aroused she was a woman and aware of the danger if anyone heard so kept the sounds of ecstasy low. If he were to make any noise it would be muffled as though gagged.

"I'm there, keep still, please," she insisted. Holding his head tight she rubbed her pussy over his mouth and nose, finding her nub and tongue, not needing the stimulation yet enjoying it.

"I never knew, I didn't know it could be so," she tried to tell him.

The mild mannered history teacher beamed with confidence as though her were a newly discovered superhero. It was a new discovery of his as well as hers. This first time was more spectacular than all the sexual experiences he ever had, ever. It didn't matter he hadn't cum but he had given her such a spectacular orgasm he felt he was a super stud.

He didn't know she always let herself go, unable to control the lust. Or, at least the few times she had made love it worked out to be a sensual lust filled sexual experience that she couldn't control. Her history was with Graham twice, the teaching examiner once and now with Mister Barker.

Still on a high she had forgotten about their teacher being hidden amongst the students, though he certainly wouldn't notice her or anything else but Jenny. He would believe Jenny was the student teacher or anything else she cared to tell him.

Jenny looked after the class while Jessie sat throughout the period up to lunchtime with her head slumped on a desk. She needed to *****, to clear her head, but that was impossible with so many dark thoughts clouding her mind.

It was supposed to be Jessie's class yet she had let one of her students take it over. What she hadn't expected was for Jenny to conspire with the rest of the class to take her over too. They had revelled in their teachers' demise, so pleased that one of their fellow students had usurped Jessie's position they played along.

The threat of losing her career in teaching kept her bowing to their pressure. At first Jessie had gone along with the plans just to keep them on her side but it had quickly spiralled out of control. Out of control for her but spun her deeper and tighter into their web of deceit.

This morning Jessie had been so miserable from guilt at letting Jenny down she felt the girl had the right to punish her, as though she were one of the students. Being humiliated in front of the whole class was pushing her further into that role. She didn't expect Jenny to lose her cool and spank her.

In a moment of anger Jenny bent her teacher over the desk and spanked her bare bottom, while the whole class watched. She hadn't intended to it just happened. She blamed Jessie for she was a mature woman and should have stood up to her. Now the whole class was behind Jenny and looked at Jessie with contempt.

The young eighteen year olds didn't understand Jessie felt guilty over letting everyone down. She let the class down by getting into this stupid position in the first place; letting herself be manipulated into pretending to be a student for the last couple of days. She let Jenny down when the examiner had ******** her in the cupboard and all she could think of was saving her career. To add insult to injury she ended up ******** with the girl's boyfriend. No wonder she had thrashed her in front of the class.

Jessie couldn't help thinking she had deserved it as punishment for this big mess.

"Everyone has gone to lunch, we had better get something too," Jenny said. She poked the woman with finger. "We need to face the examiner this afternoon," she reminded her.

Jessie looked up at her. "Do we have to? Can't we just confess to a stupid mistake," she said. Seeing the look on Jenny's face was a reminder the girl liked playing teacher, liked wielding power in the classroom.

"No! We've been all through this before; you can't leave us in the ****. If you walk out we'll all be in trouble, probably expelled. You started it and so you've got to see it through. Anyway I'm in too deep with Mister Chapman," she said, without explanation.

"That damn teacher too!" she said. "He's going to be keeping an eye on me, wants to go out some time, just ****** great," she sighed. "You've caused a lot of trouble, young lady," Jenny huffed at her teacher.

Jessie heard her pupil calling her a young lady but didn't think anything of it. Both young women had slipped into the new roles, accepting them, for their own reasons.

"Maybe you should take over my job, you seem better at it," Jessie chided her, with a sniff.

"I saved your job and reputation with the examiner and just now with that teacher. What is it with you lot and store rooms?" she asked, not expecting an answer. She could see Jessie wanted to ask what happened in there but she was still working that one out. She didn't want to believe she was kinky in some way yet twice she had sex with men in that damn store room.

"I've saved your ass too many times for you to spoil things so keep your head down and do as you're told, understood?" Jenny told her. She was gripping the teachers blouse screwing it up in a tight fist. The anger was plain to see and Jenny quickly let go of the woman who looked frightened. Jenny straightened the skirt and picked imaginary fluff from it. The automatic movement gave her a moment to calm down. She wasn't kinky, she wasn't!

Jessie looked at Jenny seeing signs of strain. She wondered what had happened to the poor girl to leave her so shaken. Those two teachers had taken advantage of her inexperience to maul her. She just hoped it hadn't gone any further than that.

"I'm sorry miss. Please miss," Jessie asked, with a suitably respectful voice. It was obvious Jenny enjoyed being an authority figure and these signs of ********** by a teacher boosted her ego. Jessie hoped to push her into a better mood, partly to get something she wanted.

Jessie needed to get home to change into something reasonable. She was wearing a short skirt and skimpy top, which wasn't too outlandish while posing as a student and she was getting used to these brief outfits. On a mature woman however, she was only too conscious the outfit looked far too lewd, especially as she was a teacher. To make matters worse she had lost her panties and couldn't ask her student for them back; the words stuck in her throat.

Graham was keeping a low profile and quickly disappeared out of the classroom at lunchtime. The others too quickly filled out busy discussing what had happened to their teacher. All of them kept the secret from wanting to see what would happen next. Not one of them let slip their teacher was being treated like a naughty school girl in class.

Among the trees a shady spot was set aside with tables for those bringing lunch. It was safer there away from teachers and they could isolate Jessie from the students. Jessie stepped in front of Jenny and cleared her throat. The woman had been browbeaten to such an extent she needed permission to speak.

"Sorry, miss, I need to go to the rest room," she said. Jessie wanted to keep well away from the girl but this was a necessary precaution she agreed with. One of the girls from class was allocated to escort her to the nearest rest room, a small one out of the way. It was usually a malodorous hole, as the caretaker often missed cleaning it, but it meant avoiding too much contact with either teachers or students.

Jenny watched her teacher walking away with one of her students as a chaperone in case they bumped into students. The girl would speak up for her warning them off in case of trouble and isolating her from chatty types, in case she was found out to be a teacher.

It was delightful having her teacher asking permission to visit the rest room. The poor woman was getting used to being humiliated, though the pain of embarrassment still flushed her face she no longer protested. She seemed inured to it and had given in to the inevitability of seeing this thing through to the end.

Ben listened to the gossip going the rounds during lunch so figured this would be an opportunity to muscle in on the minding of their teacher. Graham had the job as he was Jenny's boyfriend but something had happened to spoil that arrangement; he didn't care about that just that it was his chance to get back at a teacher.

"Hi Jenny, you're doing a good job," Ben started to say.

"What do you want Ben, I'm busy," she snapped. She nodded at a group of girls. "Those over there are spoiling for a fight before the end of year. I'm going to stop it," she said, with a determined thrust of her jaw.

"Good for you Jenny. About minding t, I mean the new student. I'd like to help out," he boldly stated.

"You? You don't volunteer to help anyone but yourself," Jenny accused. She looked him up and down then grinned. "OK! Rules! She stays at Paula's house. Paula is in charge and you do as she says and make sure 'She' does as Paula says. Most importantly you keep her on a tight leash. Do not let her out of sight for a moment. Understood?"

He saluted exaggeratedly but the grin on his face revealed this is exactly what he wanted. She knew Paula had her motives and he did too but that didn't matter so long as the woman turned up each morning for the rest of the week.

"What if she goes to the rest room, the shower or," he began, in an attempt to make fun of Jenny.

"I said keep with her at all times, do not let her out of your sight, yes, even the bathroom. If you don't turn up with her tomorrow morning I'll promise the football team a treat and in turn they use you as a practise ball. Got it fly boy?" she said, with finger stabbing his chest.

As the impromptu speech sank in she realised what had been said about promising the football team something to motivate them, and flushed red. He didn't seem to notice anything as he focused on getting what he wanted.

He saw her face go red and thought it was anger for her face held a stern look of concentration. "What ever you say, you're the boss, or should I say teacher?" he smiled. Not wanting to jeopardise this opportunity he slapped his lips shut. Keeping a tight leash on this student teacher sounded an ideal revenge.

Keeping an eye on her in the shower? He couldn't believe it but maybe that was where Graham went wrong. He hadn't kept such a close eye on her so she must have made an escape attempt. Even that mistake played into his hands. Perhaps he could get away with keeping her on a leash; even if Jenny hadn't exactly meant it he could try this on with Paula.

Jenny couldn't see Jessie but knew she could trust Barbara to look after her. "Go on then, I don't need you till home time," she told Ben. It was a good feeling when everyone did as she told them. Even awkward Ben was trying hard to co-operate.

Jessie had her head down, deep in thought, trying to work out a way of escaping the terrible adolescence. The trouble was that at eighteen some of them were more devious than she was at twenty-eight.

They turned the corner and Jessie walked slap bang into a big round girl. "Oh ****," Barbara exclaimed. The muscles on her arms would have been impressive on a male weight lifter. No one knew if she lifted weights or did any exercise at all as most kept out of her way. Big Katie didn't have to rely on reputation her size was enough to warn anyone to keep their distance.

Like a fly she swatted the teacher letting the woman fall to the ground with a look of complete surprise on her face. The whites of her eyes showed around the pupils and her mouth was frozen open in a gasp of 'O', as in 'Oh dear, this is trouble'.

"So, who are you?" Big Katie asked, with a voice showing complete unconcern, as though the woman had been a fly hitting a window.

"She's with me, a new girl, in our class. I'm with Jenny," Barbara blurted out.

"I'm not talking to you, dick fuck," she told the nervous looking Barbara.

Her eyes were shifting from side to side wondering whether to run off for Jenny. Big Katie chuckled and they all looked in the same direction, at Katie, giving Barbara the chance to run for it.

Jessie had turned over onto hands and knees, scrabbling up off the ground. Big Katie was looking at her, laughing, which wobbled parts of her body best not looked at up and down. Her little gang were all looking at the source of this strange phenomenon -- something that made Big Katie laugh. The new girl was on all fours pushing up off the ground and the skirt had fallen over her hips revealing a bare ass.

Katie's tough leather boot shoved Jessie's ass, flattening her into the grass. With a toe she deftly flipped her over. Jessie was lying on her back breathing heavily, not from exertion, but from the shock of the assault. Katie kicked the girl's feet away, separating her legs to get a better look at the bare crotch.

"Close shave, new girl," she laughed. "I don't shave, look," she said. She casually pulled the crotch of a very large pair of knickers to one side revealing a verdant growth of black curly hair. Jessie looked away in disgust but unfortunately it showed on her face.

The large girl moved with surprising agility. She pounced on her prey and pinned the poor teacher with a knee either side of her face. Jessie was unable to look away. She had a close up view of the horrible thing. The weight was crushing her ribs making it difficult to take a breath and even then the smell was unpleasant.

"Lick it," Big Katie commanded.

There was nowhere to turn. No way of escaping this awful thing. Jessie decided, as she had with everything else recently, to do as she was told. Hesitantly her tongue pushed out into the undergrowth, exploring this unknown place. She licked the lips with abroad sweeps of her tongue. It wasn't as bad as she thought for she could taste soap on them. The pussy dominating her was leaking profusely so there was little option but to suck it up or have it run all over her face.

For some strange reason Jessie thought it would be more unbearable if the girl found out she was a teacher. Lying flat on her back with a student on top of her pinning her to the ground was undignified enough but she was licking the damn girl's pussy! The weight on her shoulders kept her down and the girl's pussy was shoved hard into her face, so there was no escaping the ordeal.

"Do a good job and I'll make you my cunt licker. I could do a with permanent lick girl. You can spend time learning how I like it. Very good, further over, that's the spot. So what are you?" Big Katie asked.

"I'm a new student," Jessie lied. For a fearful moment she thought the deceit had been found out; that this bully was telling her to admit to being a teacher.

The girl leaned back and slapped her pussy a big stinging smack. "You want the job?" she asked.

"Yes miss, thank you miss," Jessie responded to the pain without thinking. "I'll be your suck bitch, miss," Jessie added, having recalled what Paula had said this morning.

"With some proper training you'll make a good cunt licker, new girl," Katie smirked. "Do you like the taste of my juice little lick girl?"

"Yes miss, you are tasty, you have a tasty pussy, miss," she quickly responded, not wanting her pussy slapped again.

"So what are you?" she asked again.

"I'm a slut miss, I'm your cunt licking slut miss," Jessie whimpered, into the girl's streaming cunt.

Hot salty tears mixed with the taste of pussy juices. Jessie felt sorry for her self and had the right to be dejected. Instead of walking around the school with head held high she was looking up at a student's pussy. She was the teacher only every student she came into contact with treated her with disdain, thinking she was just a new girl at the school.

At least that was better than what her own class thought of her. They despised her for behaving like a wimp.

If she hadn't been so ground down she would have put up a fight to save her dignity but this bully could see how pathetic she had become and took advantage. Having to say those dreadful things added to the misery that her life had become. After letting everyone down so badly it was true, she was a worthless slut, good for nothing except submitting to others will.

Without being prompted she tried out the nasty words again, hoping they might ease the pain of guilt. "I'm nothing but a cunt licking slut, miss," she said. "Thank you for letting me lick your tasty cunt, miss" she added, wallowing in self pity.

Jessie buried her face in the big flabby pussy as though trying to burrow a way in, out of sight and away from the dire ***********. The girl's juices covered her face with an overpowering smell. She felt so damnably worthless it was a fitting punishment.

"Let her up, Katie," Jenny stated calmly.

She hid her fear well. A teacher could arrive any moment to discover Jessie when the string of lies would unravel like a cheap sweater. Jessie didn't have the slightest self-respect left after what they had put her through, so would probably tell all, despite it fatally wounding her career. They would be in serious trouble then.

Katie looked at her not bothering to even acknowledge there was a challenge. "I'm enjoying my new pussy licker. She's in training," Katie stated, with a derisory laugh.

Ben stood one side of Jenny and Paula the other side. Paula tightened her fists despite Jenny warning her not to say or do anything. She had permission to hit one of the big girl's friends but that was all.

Melisa walked up beside Katie and grabbed an ear, twisting it hard. "Naughty girls must be punished and I know all about that!" Melisa told her, in a harsh tone of voice. The big lump fell backwards as Melisa stepped back. She knew how to control her siblings when they got out of hand and this big lump of a girl presented no problem to her.

One of Katie's friends made a step toward the two of them but Barbara stepped in front of her with arms folded and dare in her eyes. Paula took a step toward the others and they slipped away from the look of rage on the girls face.

Katie was lying back on the grass stunned. No-one had dared come close to her unless she wanted them to, let alone touch her. Winding up to a reaction to this challenge she was on the verge of rising up to shout and punch. Instead Paula kicked her in the kidneys and then the stomach. Even through the layers of fat it was enough to wind her.

"That's enough!" Melisa told her and grabbed an arm pulling her away.

Katie was astounded. The venom was more than the blow was worth, striking her hard. "OK! I get the message. Leave precious new girl alone she belongs to you lot. You've taught her to be a good lick girl," she laughed.

Paula kicked out but was luckily held back by Melisa as Katie was ready for her this time.

"We've all had a bit of fun so let's call it quits. OK?" she smiled.

"Just go! If you run you might catch up with your so called friends, you can run can't you?" Jenny said, wishing she hadn't.

Katie rolled over and stood up. She noticed only Ben took a step backward away from her. The others stood their ground showing solidarity of purpose, to protect their new girl. She looked at the mess curled up on the ground. "It was good while it lasted," she teased. Knowing when to give ground she spun on a heel and sped off to torment someone else.

Barbara didn't need telling she ****** Jessie up off the grass and pulled her into the rest room. As much as it pained her she whipped the goo off the woman's face. It no longer occurred to her to think of the woman as a teacher or anything more than a fellow student. Rubbing the sticky stuff off her face was still a nasty job but she had let Jenny down so needed to make up for it.

Jenny took a hold of Ben's shirt collar and pulled him close. "Change of plan! You start now not home time. Look after her. Keep her safe and away from everyone, got it?" Jenny demanded.

"OK! Will do," he said. Despite the promise he hesitated outside the girl's rest room. He looked at Jenny to receive a scowl instead of encouragement. He walked in. Neither his teacher nor Barbara objected. He looked at the teacher having a girls cum scrubbed off her face and wondered how he was going to top that? The answer dawned on him in an instant.

Up until then he hadn't thought about what he was going to do to her just that he would have the opportunity of embarrassing her was enough. After seeing this it became obvious. It also became clear how subdued and how pliable she had become so anything was possible. A great big grin lit his face.

*** Part Two -- back to being a doll.

Back in class everything seemed normal. No-one would make a head count but if they did there was one missing. The teacher was curled up in the store room silently sobbing. As exhausted as she was it was impossible to *****. At every sound she started in fear, but the door remained closed until the end of classes.

Jessie desperately needed to escape this nightmare and needed some time alone to plan how that might be possible. Three more whole days were ahead of her and she just hoped the worst was over. They had saved her and protected her from that disgusting bully so maybe if she did as she was told they wouldn't humiliate her any more.

Jenny opened the door and pulled Jessie up off the cardboard the teacher had been laying on. Nothing was said. Paula took her hand and guided her out of the school to the car park. Almost all the cars had driven off home but Jessie didn't notice as she hid her face in long hair.

Paula drove as before with Ben in the front seat looking back keeping an eye on Jessie.

Jessie thought it would be better to just go along with Paula, hoping if she didn't resist, the dreadful girl wouldn't humiliate her. With a bit of luck Paula might even become bored with it or wouldn't play the humiliating game in front of Ben.

They marched upstairs to Paula's part of the house. She was an only ***** and was used to having her own way, except when it came to receiving attention. She had the whole top floor of the house to play with her dolls; a lonely existence but she was used to it.

"Get a beer Ben, they're in fridge, in the kitchen," Paula told him. "It's OK. Mom will be out until later and she won't notice."

"Here we are at last. I have a couple of outfits to try on you, doll," Paula said.

The look of pleasure revealed how much Paula had been looking forward to this part of the day so there was little chance of escaping this particular ***********. "Yes, mistress, thank you mistress," Jessie replied. Perhaps she was piling it on too much but Paula said nothing merely looking at her intently for a moment.

If she ran downstairs Paula would call for Ben to catch her and the ****** when she arrived would be too far gone to help. Jessie sighed heavily in resignation of another evening playing at being a doll.

"Get undressed while I choose something for you," Paula told her. Paula disappeared into the walk-in wardrobe, with a big smile on her face. All the outfits she had collected, that she could never wear, were going to have a new lease of life. Some of them she copied and sewed for her dolls, not ever dreaming they could be used to dress a full size human doll.

She pulled out a genuine sixties dress, a real collectors piece. It was very nearly transparent and flowed out from a low neckline to a large round hem that floated around like a hula hoop. "Oh! This looks absolutely divine doll," Paula exclaimed. "Why aren't you undressed yet? I'm eager to try this on," she admonished the doll.

"Sorry mistress," Jessie said, nodding toward Ben standing in the doorway.

"Don't mind him. Jenny told me he's to keep a close watch on you. I'm sure he won't mind us playing our little game," Paula cooed. "Quickly now or you'll be over my knee like this morning," she scowled. To get her going Paula slapped her ass. They were both reminded Jenny had thrown Jessie's panties away.

Jessie turned away from Ben to undo the blouse. She had been stripped off by Paula in front of Jenny's boyfriend like a sister too young for them to bother over being naked. Instead it was a *********** for she was a mature woman and their teacher. Instead she was being controlled, undressed and dressed, by a callous youth who had been her pupil just a couple of days ago.

It seemed such a long time being subject to these youths mistreatment. So long that she was becoming used to it. It seemed yet again they were to have an audience to this appalling dressing game for she could see Ben in the mirror staring at her. Removing the blouse she folded it and laid it over the back of a chair then all too quickly the bra followed.

"Come on doll! Do you want me to undress you?" Paula complained.

Reluctantly she unclipped the skirt and stepped out of it to stand naked in Paula's bedroom. Her eyes were drawn to the mirror to see Ben's reaction to her naked bottom.

He stood absolutely still, almost dropping the beer, staring intently at the woman. Seeing a teacher having her mouth raped this afternoon by Katie would have been good enough to consider revenge exacted, but this was so much more thrilling. Watching the teacher strip naked, with no choice but to obey Paula, was a magnificent retribution and this was just the beginning.

"You're too dirty to try these on. They are valuable antique garments. Go and shower, you filthy dolly. You still have grass on you, oh! No! That bullies' fluid has run down your neck. Yuck! Take her to the bathroom Ben, she knows where it is," Paula huffed at them. "Make sure she washes thoroughly," Paula added.

Ben poked his teacher's bare ass with a finger having gained some confidence in this strange situation. He was in a state of excitement wanting to phone and brag to all his friends, yet knew it had to be kept secret to continue taking advantage of her. "You heard what Paula said, get a move on, doll," he chuckled.

He always thought Paula was a bit weird but right now he was willing to go along with whatever she had in mind. A beautiful woman had been ordered to take a shower and he was gong to stand right there and watch. He folded his arms trying to look tough but the boyish smile on his face revealed the truth that he had never seen a naked woman or even a bare breast before.

Jessie felt Paula's bonds tightening about her. In the steam from the shower it was difficult to breath. That naughty young man was staring, not giving her the slightest privacy. She scrubbed at the dried muck that had squished from that disgusting girl's pussy over her face and down her neck. She shuddered on remembering having to lick that disgusting pussy.

It had all been too much, how could she possibly fight this onslaught of continuous punishment. All she could do was ride the wave of degradation until it was all over. From her neck she rubbed her shoulders then her breasts. She scrubbed at every inch of flesh wanting to disinfect her body of that girls smell and touch.

Ben watched the woman rubbing her breasts, thinking she was enjoying rubbing them in front of him. Recovering from the surprise of it all his cock at last began to rise. He watched her not knowing she had become oblivious to it being a lascivious show. Her hands lathered between a spread crotch one down the slit of her pussy the other up the crack of her ass.

She lifted one leg to wash it then the other. Each time he had something of a view between the legs. He had to remind himself this was a teacher's body he was getting a good look at. His hand froze on its way to his cock for an un-resistible rub through his trousers.

"How she doing, ready? Come on doll," Paula said.

Jessie emerged from the shower, wet and gleaming, looking but not feeling as sexy as a centrefold, a pin up model of desire. Paula roughly towelled her dry. Ben watched closely every twist of the hips that wriggled a pert bottom and swayed the large breasts while Paula hauled her around.

"Down here, doll, mustn't neglect anything," Paula insisted. Paula grabbed a bundle of ******* instruments from a shelf and spread her victim's legs out.

Jessie lay back with eyes closed dreading what was to follow. She heard the spray can hissing and felt the foam squish against her crotch where it was massaged everywhere, even over her asshole.

"Not seen a dolly with a hairy snatch, have we doll?" Paula asked. The tone of voice demanded an answer and Jessie was feeling too vulnerable to risk a punishment.

"Yes mistress, I mean no mistress, what ever you say mistress," Jessie squeaked pathetically.

Ben looked on with greater amazement. Was there no limit to this teacher's *********** behaviour? He reminded himself how thoroughly the two girls had her trapped and began to feel sorry for her, even some admiration at how well she was taking it.

"Here you had better finish this your more experienced that me," Paula told Ben. This was another way of tying him into her game with her doll, getting him to accept her authority, only she didn't think of it that way.

Ben stooped then kneeled between his teacher's legs. The poor woman had stretched them open from the slightest prompting from Paula showing how low she had sunk under the girls influence. Nevertheless he was more than willing to take advantage. He ran the razor over an inner thigh. A realisation that he would have to use both hands to stretch the skin tight made him chuckle with glee.

He pulled and pushed at the pussy folds and around her asshole, purposely making a thorough job of it. Jessie could feel it wasn't Paula's hand, if anything he was gentler. He was certainly leaving nothing to chance, not a hair remained. She felt his hands over her bald crotch rubbing and testing every crevice. Eventually he declared the task complete.

Unlike that morning her pussy was dry, it had not been an exciting touch, though not unpleasant either. He helped her up from the floor and prodded her bottom back toward the mistress's bedroom.

"Hands up," Paula ordered and proceeded to dress her doll.

The teacher's body was silhouetted below the thin gauzy dress. It was ridiculous yet so very sexy without underwear to conceal her naughty bits. Walking around in high heels made the hem swirl around her thighs, rising to show off her bottom then bouncing to reveal a shaved pussy.

"Yes, I like it, it's just great!" Ben laughed.

Paula looked at her teachers face seeing there a pitiable look that slid back to become neutral. She was pleased the woman was getting used to being her human doll. She didn't intend to dress her up for men all the time as it was just a way of putting her in her place, getting her to accept this role.

"Are we taking her out like that?" Ben asked. He made the question sound innocent enough but he had an idea, something neither woman would like.

"Hmm? I'm not sure of that. Where did you have in mind?" Paula asked.

"A restaurant maybe?" he suggested.

"That sounds lovely, a good idea," Paula smiled at him and her doll.

"I'll take this bottle back to the kitchen," he said.

"Something different for an evening out. What about this?" Paula asked herself.

"Please mistress, don't make me wear that, please," Jessie implored the girl. She felt so small and insignificant having to beg this young girl for something decent to wear but there was little choice. She couldn't go out in this dress and Paula was preparing to dress her in an even more ridiculous outfit.

Paula stared at this living doll pleading with her and loved it. The delightful feeling of owning this woman, like one of her dolls, was growing each time the teacher submitted to being dressed up. The outfits were naughty, sexy and deliberately demeaning. Each time she was subjected to this dress-up game she became a little more accepting of the roll until she would soon become a lovely little compliant dolly.

"If you're a good doll I might give you a choice of what to wear," Paula teased her.

Jessie knew whatever the choice was it would be unsuitable but for the possibility of something reasonable Paula would have to be kept sweet. If only she could escape to her apartment for something to wear she would be able face the principal and escape this madness. With head bowed she gave in. The silly game would have to be played by this tormentor's rules.

"Thank you, mistress, your doll promises to behave like a good little dolly. You own this dolly and she will do as she is told," Jessie squeaked. It was almost physically painful to give in so shamefully to this young student. She had given in to Jenny, even submitting this morning to a spanking in front of what was supposed to be her class. It was relatively easy here for there was nobody to witness the pathetic little scene.

Jessie reluctantly pulled on the little satin dress over the frilly panties. It had been bought for Paula a few years ago but she had been too fashion conscious to wear it even then. Jessie was twenty-eight but right then felt like a very much younger sister to Paula's eighteen years. The dress only covered her hips as it was designed to show off a pair of absurd fluffy blue panties. It wasn't designed to conceal a pair of well developed breasts either. On a mature woman the low neck line robbed it of all innocence.

The blue soft satin with a stiff petticoat holding up the hem might seem adorable on a young girl but it felt farcical as she was a mature woman. The cuteness of it left her feeling highly uncomfortable, wanting to run and hide.

The alternative was a short see-through dress with nothing underneath making it a very sleazy ensemble. It was decided then. Jessie would wear the little girly dress to go out for the evening. It was the going out part that brought her to the point of having a panic attack.

"Come on, take another deep breath. That's it your fine now. Remember you promised to be a good little doll and obey your mistress. That's me," Paula giggled in delight. "so, do as you're told or I'll spank you're ass, understood?" Paula threatened.

"Yes, mistress, sorry mistress," Jessie grovelled. Running from one disaster to another kept her off balance unable to recover to formulate a strategy to win back some pride and self confidence. Instead she submitted to her mistress's scrutiny and the little pulls, shoves and tucks Paula was making to the dress. She felt like a little girl again, submitting to parents dressing her up for a Sunday visit to an elderly relative.

She would have to watch out for she was beginning to sink deeper into the role as Paula shoved and cajoled her ever more tightly into it. Thinking of danger reminded her she needed something from her mistress. "May I ask something mistress?"

"As you've been such an obedient doll, you may," Paula told her.

It was excruciating to accept but she needed protection. "Please miss, may I ***** in here, at your feet mistress," Jessie asked. She felt more like a pet than a doll. It was necessary though. A repeat of last night's immoral episode must be avoided, even if it meant grovelling to her mistress. *****ing in the spare bedroom with Ben must be avoided at all costs.

"I'll see!" Paula stated, while stroking her dolls hair. "If you're a good doll and do exactly as you're told then maybe doll can ***** at mistress's feet," Paula added.

"Thank you mistress, I promise to be a good doll and to obey mistress," Jessie stated, trying to be sincere. She could see the girl was thinking about it and liking the idea. It would be a further *********** but at least she would be safe from Ben.

She knew that look in his eye and of course what could she expect? It was a wonder he hadn't taken her on the bathroom floor. If he had been older or had more experience he would have. She shivered as though a cold wind stroked her body. She had been ready for him if he had made a move. Not ready to fight but ready to let him take her.

"Let's do something with this hair of yours," Paula said, pushing her into a chair and grabbing a handful of hair. "Nice big curly pigtails will go nicely and I'm sure he will wait for us," she smiled.

Jessie looked at the result wanting to groan as though in pain but held back. It wouldn't do to upset her mistress after promising to be a good dolly. 'Damn!' she whispered. Jessie cursed herself for actually thinking of the damn girl as her mistress. It was one thing saying it to please her but thinking like that was very wrong. Though it hadn't occurred to her she had referred to herself as a doll.

"What was that, doll?" Paula asked.

"Darn lovely! They're so lovely, mistress. The pig tails look so girly they go perfectly with the dress, mistress. Thank you mistress," Jessie gushed, laying it on thick to cover the anger. It was so over the top it now seemed preferable to have looked like a slut wearing the see-through dress. What ever happened this evening she was sure to be humiliated to the limit of endurance

Chapter 05

Teacher is humiliated into **********

Jessie didn't want to get out of the car, so Ben took a hold of a wrist pulling her from it. To avoid a fuss, which would bring unwanted attention, she gave in. Lowering her head in shame she walked between two students, towards Ben's house. It shouldn't have been a big deal for a teacher to be out with a couple of students, except she was dressed like a little girly.

The blue satin dressed flared out at her hips, to show off a pair of frilly panties. Her hair was up in pigtails, flopping over both ears looking cute, if she had been a little girl. If she had been their little sister it would be embarrassing, but as a twenty-eight year old, mature woman, it was excruciating. As their teacher, it was crushing her self-esteem, to be paraded around like this. What they intended to do to her, she dare not think about.

Letting her students takeover the class had been stupid in the first place. She let it get way out of hand, until they were running her life. The only consolation was, this week of torment, was very nearly over. With this in mind she gave into them, for an easier life, and to avoid another humiliating punishment in the classroom. Every time they mentioned she had been spanked, in front of the whole class by a student, she withdrew further into her shell.

In the rough looking neighbourhood no-one said anything, but Jessie received some funny looks. She kept her head down, feeling the stares anyway. At least these eighteen year olds couldn't go into a bar, or a club, so maybe they would soon get bored with dragging her around. They would eventually give up humiliating her and take her home.

Home had meant her apartment, only this week it meant Paula's house. If only she could escape them and get to her apartment, it would be possible to bring this torment to a halt. The students had her keys, for the car and the apartment, as well as her credit cards. In any case, she was desperate enough to walk there and break in, even in these terrible clothes. All week they had kept such a close watch on her, it had been impossible to escape the callous adolescents.

"In here, this is my place," Ben indicated to Paula.

They bundled their teacher into a poor looking house. No wonder Ben was a rough kid, she thought.

"Hi honey," a large, ******** looking woman, greeted Ben. "Who's this, aren't you going to introduce us?" his ****** asked.

"This is Paula, a friend from school, and her sister," Ben lied.

Jessie felt terrible, meeting a student's parents, dressed like a stupid little girl. It was a fashion among some youngsters to dress up like this, Cos-Play, she thought it was called. She was their teacher and a woman, only a few years younger than his ******. The style was demeaning, and her panties were on show, so how could she reveal who she was. There was no chance she could escape this dreadful situation by asking for help. Revealing she was their teacher was impossible to contemplate.

"Does the little girl want some sweets," his ****** asked.

Jessie nearly turned around, to see who was behind her. The woman's nose had red indentations, where a pair of glasses usually rested; explaining why she hadn't been rumbled. The woman was peering at her, expecting an answer.

"Thank you, ma'am," she answered, in a polite, modest voice.

"Come here dear," the woman said, with a toothy grin, revealing a missing tooth.

She un-wrapped a toffee, and held it to Jessie's mouth.

The woman's hands were clean, but it was embarrassing being treated like a little girl, by another adult. Her students were watching, with smirks on their faces. She opened her mouth, allowing the woman to pop a sweet into her mouth. It was a cheap item, tasting of nothing but sugar.

"Thank you ma'am," Jessie said, around the glob of sticky stuff.

"She's such a polite, little girl, so cute in a lovely blue dress," the woman said, while pulling at it, straightening it up. Her breasts went unnoticed without a bra, though if this was kept up, they would spill out the top. The woman lifted the hem up. Jessie had to suppress a groan of anguish.

The woman was one of those who missed having ******** in the house, young ones that were dependent upon her. She couldn't cope with teenagers, and especially Ben, who was wild and independent.

"Oh! Such lovely blue knickers, they match your dress perfectly," the woman commented, to herself.

Jessie was already feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, and this added to her shame. The two adolescents were giggling at her. They were highly amused with their teacher, having her panties examined. Printed across her bottom was the phrase -- Miss Peachy.

"Look at this lovely little girl, honey," the woman said, drawing her husbands attention to Jessie.

Hell! What now?

"Where's the food," the husband demanded.

The woman took a hold of her hand, pulling Jessie into the walk-through dining room. "What do you think of her, she's a cute little thing, honey," the woman gushed.

"Kids, is that all you think about. Get the food on the table woman," he said.

"You look after her while I dish up," the woman said, roping in the reluctant man.

He was a larger replica of Ben, with big beefy hands, and a red nose, from ******** too much. His wife lifted Jessie onto his lap as a underhand reproach, to his uncaring attitude, knowing he disliked being close to ********.

Jessie sank onto his knees, with the short flouncy dress floating up around her waist. She'd no chance to protest, or avoid the miserable prospect of sitting on this man's lap. It left her feeling like a silly little girl, sitting on an uncle's knee.

"You look after her while I prepare the table," the ****** scolded him.

"If it means you'll get on with it!" he growled back at her.

Jessie cringed with embarrassment. The nasty smell of beer and cigarettes, wafted over her. He held her in a firm grip, not wanting her to be there, though prepared to co-operate, because he was hungry. All she wanted to do was get away from here.

"Stop squirming, I'm watching the sport results," he told her.

Jessie imagined sitting at the kitchen table with these rough people. Being made to sit there, until she finished every last mouthful, was dire prospect. What would be worse was listening to Ben and Paula, recount the humiliating scene in class tomorrow.

"I said stop fidgeting, you'll spill my beer," the big man told her. He slapped her leg, to quieten her down.

Jessie looked at Ben and Paula, with pleading eyes, begging for help.

"We're going to my room," Ben said.

"Take her with you," his ****** whispered, not wanting the wife to hear.

Jessie slipped off his lap into a heap at the man's feet. He looked down at her, with a dismissive look. Her legs were spread open either side of his. The large, loose panties were pulled askew, showing off her denuded pussy, looking like a little girls naughty bits.

"Cover yourself up, you little tramp," he scolded her.

Jessie heard Ben and Paula snigger, leaving her feeling dull and *********. She bum shuffled backwards away from the man. She looked down at herself, seeing her sex was on show, to Ben's ****** and her students. It was dreadful to be so dismissively treated. She pulled the panties over her naked pussy, with tears in her eyes.

The *********** showed on her face, from being thought of as a bad little girl, showing of her naughty bits. On Monday morning she had been a bright, desirable woman, treated with respect by fellow staff members. The male teachers were all smiles, pleased to receive just a smile in return. In just a few days she had been reduced to a snivelling *****, grovelling on the floor at a stranger's feet. Summarily dismissed by this horrid man had trampled her self-esteem into the shabby carpet.

Paula pulled her teacher off the floor. "You naughty little girl," Paula scolded her, as though she were a dim little sister, needing looking after. "Be a good girl and do as you're told," she added, and slapped her bottom.

They traipsed through the house to a small room, which was obviously an adolescent's world, away from parents. Lurid posters of naked women covered every wall. There was junk everywhere. Ben shoved a pile of stuff off the bed.

"You can sit there if you like," he told Paula. "You can get undressed," he told Jessie.

She looked at Paula for support. She already felt vulnerable and fragile. So used to being told to remove her clothes, she resigned herself to obeying them.

"I'll get something of my sisters for her," he told Paula.

"OK! Go ahead doll, get undressed," Paula demanded. She was interested to see what he came up with.

Back in the room Ben flung clothes at her feet. "Try those on," he told her.

Jessie was hugging her body for protection, as Paula made her strip completely. The frilly blue panties wouldn't have been right, with the school uniform Ben had brought in. The pair of white panties was tight, but she managed to wriggle into them.

"My sister doesn't throw anything away. I found them in the back of the wardrobe," he explained.

The white blouse was too small and the skirt too short, though it was a better image than the girly outfit. It was a local Catholic school uniform, his sister attended a few years ago.

"That looks perfect for school tomorrow," Paula enthused.

Jessie groaned. Dressed like this she would be shown up as a new girl, for no one wore a uniform at their high school. She would stand out, and with it being too small, everyone would take notice of her. So far, only her class knew who she really was, but dressed like this everyone, would be looking at her, with a greater chance of being found out.

She was a teacher not a student, so it would be humiliating dressed like this, with all those eyes upon her. She remembered that nasty bully, hoping she didn't find her, and take revenge for what happened.

"That's perfect Ben, well done. Come on let's get back, I want to dress up my doll," Paula told Ben.

They traipsed down the stairs, as only adolescents could, with a noise like a herd of elephants.

"Where are you going now?" his ****** asked.

"Nowhere," Ben told her.

They left the house, slamming the door after them. Jessie was relieved to be going back to Paula's home. She was thinking of the place as a safe haven, away from prying eyes. She didn't have to think for herself, while simply obeying Paula. It allowed her to shut out what was happening, handing over all responsibility for the immoral actions to Paula.

As usual Paula dressed her up in a variety of bizarre outfits with Ben avidly watching. He was more interested in the in-between stages, when their teacher was naked. He complimented Paula's choices of outfit, as though he were a married man, with the wife preparing to go out; telling her each one was just perfect.

Jessie had to turn around, in a sheer body-stocking, displaying her body to them both. Paula was showing her off to Ben, as though she were an inanimate doll, something of little importance. Having become used to it, she turned and bent over as directed, no longer attempting to hide her sex. This awful behaviour was nothing, compared to the mistreatment in class.

He thought it would never be his turn to humiliate the damn teacher, though Paula was doing a good job of it for him. The woman was looking more subdued with every change of clothing. She no longer bothered that he was ogling her naked body.

"It's time for bed, doll," Paula announced.

Ben perked up hearing this. "Can I stay over?" he asked, seeing an opportunity to humiliate the teacher.

"Of course you will! It's your job to make sure doll doesn't run off. Jenny's orders, remember," she smiled.

"Yea, err, OK." Ben answered, wondering if he might get his chance after all. He had wanted to take revenge on a teacher for humiliating him in class, even if this wasn't the one. The last teacher had left before he could get a plan together, so this one would have to do.

"Take doll for a shower, while I get her night clothes," Paula said. "Make sure she washes behind her ears, and every where else, thoroughly now, doll," she told them both.

"You heard her, doll," Ben leered.

Jessie no longer bothered about hiding her body from the nasty boy. She had become used to being naked, in inappropriate situations.

He opened the shower door. "Let's see you wash everything," he said, emphasising the last word, with a smirk. "Or, I'll have to do it for you," he added.

She knew what he meant. She avoided her breasts for a moment then decided there was nothing for it. She soaped them in lather, massaging them before him. He was already stiff from the previous lurid exhibition, and this was exciting him all the more.

In an agony of embarrassment, a hand went between her legs, while she kept them close together.

"Let's see, just so I can make sure you don't cheat," he told her. He was no longer smiling, as the expression turned to lust.

Jessie spread her legs, showing off the smooth, bare crotch. Ben only just refrained from reaching out to her. He needed to keep Paula sweet otherwise she might report him to Jenny. This was far more than he had expected, so why take a chance. Maybe he could sneak into her room, when Paula was asleep.

Paula called them, so he had to stop the exciting show.

"This is your room, Ben. I'll get her ready for bed," Paula told him.

There was little chance of him ********, after watching that beautiful body being lathered, and massaged, so seductively. He would soon be flogging himself off, maybe then he could *****. He would have some pretty torrid dreams too.

"Here we are, Ben. Doll is all ready for bed," Paula announced.

He snatched a hand off his aching cock, hoping they wouldn't see the bulge from under the sheets. This was too cruel, showing her off like this. Teacher was wearing a baby-doll night dress, with a wide hem, floating around her hips. Not that it mattered how short it was, for the flimsy garment was see-through. Her pert breasts held the thin material up, with erect nipples pointing at him.

The matching, pink panties were see-through too. Somehow, her body seemed all the more alluring, from being partially covered. It occurred to him, he had learnt something from the teacher after all.

"This is the only spare bedroom, so I hope you don't mind sharing?" Paula teased.

"Whaa?" Ben managed to utter.

"Ben is in charge of you now, Doll, so do exactly as he tells you. Make sure you're a good girl, and Ben will be good to you, otherwise he'll spank you. Keep a close hold of her, all night, wont you Ben," Paula smiled.

Ben stared at his teacher, meekly sliding under the sheet with him. "Fuck!" he murmured. He didn't expect this! A thought flashed through his mind. This was why Jenny had been so angry at her boyfriend, Graham. He must have fucked the teacher! No wonder Jenny had spanked Jessie, before the whole class.

He had fumbled with a girlfriend, knowing it had to be quick before she changed her mind. This was different. This was a mature woman, with experience, and she had been worn down into complete **********. Paula had set this up, knowing what would happen.

He was in bed with his teacher, and she had to do what he wanted! Now he had her at his mercy, it was a bit frightening.

She was laying there trying not to touch him. There were just a few inches between them, yet he could feel the heat of her body. She hadn't said anything. She still seemed to be docile, as she had been all evening. Had Paula's relentless torment of the woman, turned her into a compliant doll? The shock was receding, as he began to think of her as a fuck doll; letting his cock reason for him.

He levered himself up the bed, on his elbows. "Get down there, doll," he ordered.

Jessie silently groaned. She knew what he wanted. She knew her fate was sealed, from the moment Paula dressed her up, and led her to the bedroom. Giving in to the inevitable, getting the unpleasant deed completed as quickly as possible, was her only thought.

To get through Paula's torment she submitted, consenting to think of herself, as a mere doll. It became easier to simply obey her mistress, being told what to do, letting the girl play out the fantasy. She continued with that escapist thinking, as a way to get through this terrible situation.

Without a word, she slithered down the bed, to settle between his thighs. She formed her lips into an 'O' shape, trying to make it look as sexy as possible. She took a hold of his balls in one hand, feeling them tighten up, like large wall-nuts.

Delaying the unavoidable for as long as possible, hoping he might quickly cum, she grasped his cock in the other hand. She knew he was avidly watching her, so intended to make a show of it. Not realising he was seeing her as a slut she just hoped he might orgasm, before she had to suck his cock into her mouth.

He watched the teacher kiss the end of his cock. If she hadn't been gripping it so tight, he might have spurted over her pouting lips. He breathed in a deep draught of air, as she consumed him. Her head began to bob up and down its length. This was a far greater revenge than he thought possible. A teacher was sucking his cock, blowing him; he was face fucking a teacher!

It hadn't worked. She was ****** to work hard on him, while he just lay there. Jessie sucked in a lung-full of air, and swallowed his cock down her throat. Her lips kissed his crotch and his balls grazed her chin. She felt his foot between her thighs and opened them. It was a shock to do such a bad thing. Feeling his big toe push against her pussy, brought home how aroused she was.

Ben felt between her legs with his foot, and found her sex with a toe. He rubbed it up and down between her lips. He was too inexperienced to realise, the wetness down there was from her being so worked up.

As he massaged her sex he found her clit. Jessie moaned. The indignity of being so turned on by a student worked on her, heating her up to a fever pitch. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, imagining his cock was where she needed it. Even the *********** of having her clit rubbed by a students toe, was turning her on.

The image from earlier that day, in the restroom, when her face was covered in slime from that bullying girl, came to mind. He had hoped to humiliate the teacher, by spurting over her face. He hadn't really thought it would be possible, yet here was his chance. With a great determination, he roughly shoved her head up, off his cock.

He desperately wanted to cum in her mouth, and only just managed to avoid it, as he spurted his load. The look on her face was worth the effort. He was perplexed when the look of hurt, turned to disappointment.

"Clean up your face, teacher," he told her, gloating over the despicable act. He watched in awe, as she spooned his cum from her face, with both hands. She swallowed it all, not missing a drop.

"Why did you look disappointed, when I didn't cum into your mouth?" he asked.

Without thinking she answered honestly. "I wanted your sperm inside me, sir," she quietly spoke.

"Keep sucking on my cock and you might get your wish," he said. There was a deep frown of puzzlement on his face. He concluded she must have been worked up, by the *********** they put her through this evening. He had read about that, in one of his dirty magazines.

As a fertile eighteen year old, he was soon ready, from her sucking and licking so enthusiastically. He savoured every moment, closely watching his teacher suck his cock. Even he recognised how worked up she was.

"You're such a slut, teacher. Or, should I call you doll," he asked. She didn't answer, as she had a mouthful of hard cock.

Jessie heard the mocking tones, and was deeply ashamed at how true it was. So worked up was she, it was impossible not to try and get what she desperately needed. It didn't mater that this young man was her student, for she just needed to feel a cock inside her.
"Get up here, on top," he ordered.

With an eagerness, that blatantly revealed how desperate she was, Jessie manoeuvred her sex over him.

"Wait!" he told her. She was poised over his cock, with glistening lips ready to devour him. She trembled with lust.

"Please, sir!" she begged.

Ben almost laughed at her, though he too was keen, to fill her pussy. He was intently looking at his teacher, knowing she was desperate for his cock. The words she used were exactly what he wanted to hear. A teacher was saying, 'please sir', to him! She was asking for permission, to mount his cock.

This was sweet revenge indeed. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Please, sir. Can I have your cock!" she cried. Tears of emotion pooled in the corners of her eyes, from both *********** and desperation.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. He drew out the agony for her, as another teacher had for him. Only then it had been over an exam result, not this, not something so corrupt.

"Please fuck me, sir," she begged. The dire words left her lips, as though she were in great pain.

"You have my permission to fuck yourself, on my cock, teacher," he told her.

Jessie pushed down on to his hard cock. "Thank you, sir. Oh! Yes! Thank you so much, sir," she cried out.

He watched her pump up and down the length of his cock, avidly watching it disappear inside her. Seeing it reappear, worming out again was fascinating. "Stop!" he commanded.

"Not now, please! Let me cum, please sir," she said, with a whining voice of desperation.

He reached up, grabbing her nipples and pinched them. She didn't yelp as expected, rather it spurred her on. He twisted both nipples hard, stopping her from bouncing on his cock. He wanted to try something from one of the dirty magazines under his bed. He pulled her feet up, around his ears. Her legs were straight out, with her full weight bearing down on his cock.

"Pull up the length of my cock," he told her. The look on her face was amusing. Her eyes grew large, showing the whites of her eyes.

"Oh! ****! Oh fuck!" she mumbled.

"What is it like?" he asked. She was absolutely still, impaled on his cock. He could feel her pelvis, hard against his bones. "What happened?" he asked.

"Your cock, sir, is right up inside. You've filled me right up. I can't move. Please, make me cum. Fuck me, please!" she pathetically whined.

He had read about this, not expecting to try it out on anyone, let alone a teacher. It was his teacher, stuck on the end of his cock! She was even more desperate to cum, but couldn't move. She was dependent upon him, needing him to fuck her. Well, he had to obey a teacher didn't he?

"Where do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Oh! Please, sir, fuck my pussy, please," she cried out.

"Do you mean your cunt? You can beg better than that, slut," he harshly said.

"Yes, sir, please sir! I beg you to fuck your slut's cunt, sir," she whimpered.

He pushed up with strong hips and legs, moving her whole body. This time his cock stayed buried inside her, rather than moving in and out. It was her whole body that he was pushed up and down. Her tits jiggled with every thrust. He tried thrusting in different directions, getting them to dance to his rhythm.

"What does it feel like to be on the end of my cock, teacher? You're the teacher, so teach me," he demanded.

"It's so deep. It feels as though you're stretching me inside, filling my entire body with your cock, sir," she whispered. Each word was reluctantly hissed, on a long breath, as he heaved at her.

It was thrilling to hear his teacher talk about his cock. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No! Oh no! It's wonderful!" she moaned.

The wide grin on his face felt permanently stamped there. A teacher was calling him 'sir', and telling him his cock felt wonderful inside her cunt. Life couldn't possibly get any better than this. He reached up and twisted her nipples. She tried to squirm free but didn't attempt to stop him. Her arms hung loose at her sides, as she bounced up and down like a puppet.

"Don't stop now, please! I'm going to cum!" she cried. Her whole body stiffened. Her hands became clenched fists, and her toes curled. She let out a long low moan. He held still, holding his hips up, penetrating her body as deeply as he could.

She yelped quietly, a little gasp. She flopped backwards, swooning in a world of ecstasy.

He held her up by her nipples. She was sweaty and looked as though ready to collapse. He began to work her up again. Pushing up slowly and **********, enthralled with how she seemed to come alive. She was ready to cum again and so was he.

On feeling him spurt deep into her vagina, she too felt an orgasm. Not so intense this time, yet good and deep.

He pulled her onto his chest holding on tight. Feeling his cock recede from her brought a sense of satisfaction, wiping away all thoughts of vengeance.

***

Paula woke them early. She pulled the sheet away to reveal their naked bodies. "You're both sticky, you must have had a good night," she grinned.

Ben didn't care that Paula was staring at them. He had woken up his teacher a couple of times during the night, to fuck her. He felt proud of his prowess.

"What do you have to say for yourself, doll?" Paula asked.

"Thank you mistress," Jessie quietly replied.

"What about Ben, doesn't he deserve your gratitude," Paula asked. She was enjoying the look of embarrassment on her doll's face.

"Yes, mistress. Thank you sir, for fucking me, sir," Jessie said, lowering her head in shame.

"Get doll showered and dressed, while I prepare breakfast for mom and us," Paula told them.

Ben showered with Jessie, exploring her smooth soft skin, no longer leering at her. He treated her with more care, after having had her to himself all night. He laid his teacher on the bathroom floor, and shaved her closely. He didn't have to tell her to spread her legs, as she submitted to the indignity, accepting it as a normal routine.

***

In class, Jessie felt relieved they had walked in early, avoiding the anticipated stares. She looked at the teacher's desk, wondering if she could ever take that role on again. She had confidently entered the classroom as a teacher, only a few days ago, and now she sat at a student's desk. Dressed in a school uniform, served to emphasise the humble position she had been relegated to.

As the class wandered in, they looked her over. Some glared at her with a look of derision, others with a look of surprise. They were still unused to having their teacher sit among them.

Jenny walked in, from the staff room, where she had been accepted by the teachers. Some of the regular teachers were away, but it was still surprising they didn't recognise her as a pupil. They simply accepted her as a student teacher, as the principal had. Her confident attitude, acting as though she belonged there, cemented their view of her.

The male teachers were friendly and eager to get to know her, which was amusing. Jenny enjoyed chatting to them, being friendly without leading them on. They seemed so willing to please, especially after a smile, and laughing at their corny jokes.

An elderly female teacher smiled at her. Jenny was nervous for the woman had taught her a couple of years ago. "You seem to have them under control, the teachers I mean," she chuckled. "If you have the same skill in class, you'll do well, young lady," she complimented Jenny.

"Thank you, I appreciate that, from someone of your experience," Jenny blushed.

"We need good teachers, and I've heard you keep your class well in hand. I'm sure the principle will give you a good recommendation," she smiled.

Jenny thought about it. She hadn't been able to settle on a career, so maybe this was an opportunity too good to be missed.

***

Jessie watched Jenny and Paula, wondering what plot they were conspiring between them. She sat at a desk, unable to raise the energy to protest. Even the students accepted Jenny's position.

"Class, this is the last day and tonight, we party. I think the new girl aught to join us to, what do you think?" Jenny asked. The laughter and ribald remarks were kept down as no-one wanted a teacher to investigate a noisy class. They all thought it was great to have the teacher humbled, and for Jenny to take her place.

"OK! That's great. Come here, Jessie," Jenny told her. In trepidation Jessie stumbled to the front of the class. The guys appreciated the tight blouse and short flared skirt. Jenny could see the woman had grown used to being dressed by Paula, and that her friend had the woman under control.

She knew what nasty games Paula had been playing with their teacher, making the poor thing so submissive. She was wondering how obedient the woman had become. If her suspicions were correct, she might be able to carry out an idea she had. It all depended on how well, Paula could control their teacher.

"You need to wear something more fashionable to night, girl," Jenny suggested. The class mumbled agreement, with them wondering what Jenny was up to. She had a sly grin on her face, suggesting a bit of fun was on its way.

"We don't wear a school uniform here," Jenny told her. "It looks cute, but it's against the rules to wear such a short skirt. I hope you are wearing a decent pair of panties under that," she asked.

Jessie inwardly groaned. Ben had dressed her this morning, which was a humbling experience, and given her a little thong to wear.

"I can't let one of my students run around like a slut. I had better check what you are wearing," Jenny demanded.

Jessie discreetly pulled up the front of the skirt, revealing to Jenny the little pair of panties. Although she faced away from the class, it was still shameful, for they could all see her submitting to this girl. She was a teacher showing her underwear to a student, in what had been her classroom.

"Good grief! You can't wear those! You look like a hooker, you naughty girl," Jenny said, with an exaggerated tone of surprise. The class was silent with expectation. "I'll have to take you to the principal. He'll probably send you home to your parents, to get changed," Jenny said, with a stern attitude.

Jessie knew full well, what was expected of her. She was afraid Jenny might march her through the school, with the skirt up, showing off her bare ass. Jenny wanted to demonstrate her dominating position to the class. She wanted Jessie to make a show of submitting. After all she had suffered it was easy. She had no energy left to fight her.

"I'm sorry miss, it won't happen again, I promise. I'll be good a good little girl, and do as I'm told for the rest of the day," she bleated. She almost said 'doll' instead of girl, having been used to this in front of Paula.

Despite knowing this was yet again *********** the subservient role, there was nothing she could do about it. She was trapped in a submissive frame of mind, constantly reciting what they wanted to hear. She felt like a piece of play doe, constantly being pounded into the shape they wanted.

"Well then, we can deal with you're slutty behaviour here, in class," Jenny announced. The hum of delighted comments rose in volume, in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Turn around and face the class. Keep a hold of that skirt," Jenny warned her teacher. "Lift it higher," she said.

Jessie stood in front of what had been her class, with the little skirt held up around her waist, not daring to look at anyone. She kept her eyes down, a submissive pose she had learnt to use so often recently. She heard the suppressed laughter, and lewd remarks, from both the girls and boys. The girls were the worst.

"She's a slut, miss," one of them told Jenny. Others confirmed the opinion. She could hear the smirks on their faces in their voices.

"Cute panties! She's shaved nice and smooth too," one of the guys leered at her.

The *********** was dreadful. Jessie shut out the remarks, retreating deeper into herself, as the only escape from the horrendous situation.

Jenny stood at the door, away from her. Jessie discovered why she walked away. The flash of a camera, followed by the relentless explosion of light, meant they were capturing the moment. Their teacher was standing before them showing off her crotch, covered by just a flimsy piece of cotton. Jenny was standing out of the way so as not to be included in the lewd spectacle.

It took a moment or too for Jessie to comprehend she was being given an order by her tormentor. She turned around, at last hiding the pain on her face, yet it was hardly an escape. She had to bend over showing off her bare bottom. In her classroom, she was being ****** to take part in a pornographic photo shoot! Some of her students had movie cameras too.

As ordered she spread her legs, feeling her pussy lips protruding between her thighs. It was a terrible, recently discovered knowledge, that she was aroused from ***********. Her lips were glistening, starting to blossom, and escaping from the small purse holding her sex.

Thinking of herself as just a doll, to be played with and told what to do, she submitted to Jennies instructions. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the class. The cameras were flashing and the video's continued recording, as she tried to smile at them.

It was a weak, inoffensive smile, all that could be managed. It was damning though, enough to ruin her career, if there had been anything left to save.

It served to push her further, into a little world of her own. Jessie merely operated on automatic, to become an automaton, ready to obey others commands. The ploy saved her from taking responsibility for these dire actions.

"Well, you can all see what a slut she looks. So I expect everyone to learn a lesson from this," Jenny announced. "Jessie. You have let yourself down, and the class," she told her teacher. "I can't let you wear those slutty, panties in class. Take them off!" she harshly ordered.

With an audible sob, she pulled them down, and dropped them in a waste basket. The last vestiges of her self-worth had been stripped from her. She bent over with both hands gripping her calves. Everything was on show, for the guys to ogle, and the girls to giggle at. Having been freshly shaved, by Ben, there was no privacy from their eyes, and the incessant cameras, zooming in on her sex.

"Stand up and face your class," Jenny ordered. "That skirt, without a decent pair of panties, is far too short. Take it off," the tormentor demanded.

Jessie welled up, with tears in her eyes, making it impossible to see the class of cruel adolescents. They wanted to whoop with derision, but kept it the noise under control.

"Now the blouse," Jenny said.

Bowing to the inevitable, Jessie undid the blouse a button at a time, with every movement being relentlessly recorded. Her breasts were bare. All she wore were the flat shoes and white socks. She felt like one of Paula's dolls, brought in for show and tell. She stood with her legs apart, with nothing hidden from the callous youths, enjoying their teacher's ***********.

"Bend over the desk, naughty girl," Jenny ordered.

Tears silently flowed down her cheeks. She may pretend to be a doll, with no emotions, but there were limits to how much she could hide them. She felt the thwack and it stung. This time it wasn't Jenny's hand but a rule, stinging her cheeks, making them as red as her face.

It was soon over, though it felt an age of torment. Her emotions were in turmoil. She needed to desperately escape. The only place of safety was to hide away in a dream world, switching off her thoughts, to become a dumb doll.

"OK. The naughty girl has been punished," Jenny announced.

Jessie was aware of Paula helping her to stand. "Go home with Paula. You are to stay with her, until I say otherwise. Agreed?" Jenny quietly asked.

"Yes, miss, anything you say, miss," Jessie answered, once more capitulating. It would be a great relief to be away from this ******* chamber, even if it meant being in the hands of the perverse girl. At least there, she would be tormented in privacy. Her mistress would look after her, as long as he behaved herself, and did as she was told.

***

In Paula's part of the house Jessie stripped off the school-girl uniform. She wondered what outfit she would be made to endure next. It was a blessed relief to stand naked, before Paula and Ben, after being ****** into a horrendous exhibition, before all those cameras. All those eyes devouring her naked body was too awful to withstand. She now looked forward to the privacy of serving her mistress.

"Good girl, doll. I'll take good care of you. I know you will obey your mistress, won't you," Paula stated.

"Yes mistress, I promise, mistress," Jessie managed to croak, from a dry throat.

"I can see how excited you became, from being spanked in front of everyone," Paula stated. "My poor doll needs relief from becoming so worked up," she said. "As a reward I shall let Ben play with you. What do you say, doll," Paula asked.

"Thank you, mistress," Jessie replied, sounding as though she meant it too.

"You can have a nice warm cuddle. First though, you must give him what he wants. Do you know what he wants, Doll?" she asked.

"Yes mistress," Jessie stammered.

"Tell him then," Paula teased.

"Ben wants to fuck me, mistress," Jessie whispered.

"Then ask him, nicely," Paula said, pushing her along.

"Please sir, will you fuck me?" Jessie the compliant doll asked.

Ben looked at the naked woman, already knowing how experienced she was, from last night's performance. He knew how excited she became, and was eager to fuck her again. Instead he played along with Paula, to keep her sweet.

"Good, doll," he said. It was as much as he could manage to say, while thinking of nothing else except getting his teacher back into bed.

"You don't have to worry about the class again. No need to worry your little blank dolly head, about photos and video's, your mistress will be looking after you from now on. "I promised Jenny to keep you as my dress-up doll, from now on. She will be the one taking on the teaching job. That leaves Ben and I too look after the lovely doll," she informed her doll.

"Thank you, mistress," Jessie said. She sounded relieved. There was nothing left for her in the real world, which she desperately needed to escape from. Here, with her mistress, she would be told what to do, without responsibility for anything.

If she was a good little doll, obeying her mistress, she would be rewarded by Ben, with his big cock. As he led her away to a spare bedroom she began to relax. Fighting them had been so difficult, so impossible, and giving in was so rewarding.

Ben got onto the bed, folding his arms around the back of his neck. He looked up at the teacher, standing naked beside the bed. She was looking at his cock, licking her lips in anticipation. Paula had come to an agreement with Jenny. In turn, Paula had asked him if he was willing to move in with them. How could he refuse!

Paula listened to them, bouncing on the bed, both making strenuous sexual noises. Her ****** was as usual out of it, with a bottle of vodka. It would be nice to have a friend around to talk to. Having a real living doll to play dress-up was just wonderful too.

Jenny was happy. She had terminated the teacher's apartment lease, and was busy arranging a new apartment, in another city. All was going smoothly, in preparation for taking up a new teaching post. With Jenny taking on Jessie's identity, it meant the woman wouldn't be missed.

This left Jessie with Paula, to look after and play with. As long as Jessie was kept out of the way, they could all have what they wanted.

Everyone seemed happy. Paula listened to their teacher groaning, with the sound of utter bliss in her voice. "Yes, this has all worked out just perfect," Paula mused.

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Teacher's Surgery


Evelyn moved into town taking over a class while the teacher was away having a baby. No one knew her and she would be moving on at the end of the year so she felt confident consulting a local surgeon for cosmetic surgery after dreaming for some time of having her small breasts enlarged.

Every onerous task had been completed at the end of the school year so from now on every hour would be her own time or so she thought.

Andrew left high school that year without the expected results and nursed a grudge against his tutor. Working at the hospital as a penance, imposed by his ****** for the poor results, he discovered her little secret.

Breaking into the hospital computer he changed the consultant's notes for her surgery, adding some little adjustments. Each day he made some changes becoming carried away with the game.

Eventually a complete new identity had been built to justify the new body shape until she was no longer a teacher but a porn star from California.

As the date came round for her surgery he realized he had gone too far and signed on to change everything back to what it had originally specified.

"Damn! They've changed the password." He said to himself. Trying the administrators and everyone's in the office didn't help, the records were locked down.

He laughed to himself. "It won't be done. It's too ridiculous. The consultant will see they have been changed and put them right." He sighed to himself, only half convinced. He sat for awhile wondering if the changes could be traced back to him.

The consultant was too busy to meet and greet Evelyn before surgery as an important golf game had come up organized by a pharmaceutical company. It was just a routine case so the surgeon would take care of things from the notes.

***

Miss Evelyn Simpson awoke to find herself still bandaged but no longer in hospital. She lay there wondering where she was for this wasn't her apartment either.

The door opened and a young man walked in. In a befuddled state she didn't recognize him as one of her students.

"So you are awake at last. You had better take this it's the last of your pills. The hospital gave you." Andrew told her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. Her mouth was dry and she felt so tired it was difficult to concentrate.

"This is my parent's house. The hospital phoned to come and pick you up. Don't you remember?" Andrew said.

She shook her head and regretted it. The room span around causing her to feel sick. "Why would the hospital phone you?" She asked.

"There was an emergency, a big crash on the freeway, and they needed all the beds in your ward. You must have had their number in your purse or written the wrong number in the notes. Any way they collected you and brought you here. You were about to be discharged anyway." He lied.

Andrew had finally cracked the computer password after the surgery. He had been in a panic for the consultant would be looking in on her yesterday afternoon. He upped the date for discharge and added that her brother was collecting her.

Yesterday morning was fraught with danger as he collected his teacher from hospital, expecting any moment to be found out.

In a daze Evelyn let the nurse wheel her out to his car. "I don't think she should be going home just yet despite what the notes say." The nurse told him. "I'll phone the consultant."

"It's OK. Mom is a nurse and she's worked post surgery for years. She'll look after sis." Andrew said, hoping awkward questions wouldn't be asked.

The nurse was called away just in time. He signed the papers and a young nurse who didn't seem to care if the patient was dead or alive wheeled her out.

"Here take this and you'll be fine." He told her.

She swallowed the pill then thought to ask what it was. He told her it was a ******** pill but she was already drifting off.

***

Sitting beside the bed reading a book he watched her eyes flicker open. "I'm Andrew remember me telling you yesterday?" he asked.

"Yes, I remember now, Andrew from my class. Was it yesterday? Have I been out of it a whole day? Can you call your ****** for me?" She asked.

"She's away. They went away to Europe for a few weeks." He said. Not adding he would have gone with them if she had tutored him better this last year.

"Who's been looking after me then?" She said in surprise.

"I have. Since you arrived I've been looking after you." He told her, expecting some thanks.

The implications started to sink in. "But what about. I mean, how did I get to the bathroom?"

"I managed to get you to the bathroom eventually. I changed the sheets once and you used a bed pan once." He told her sourly. He hadn't anticipated that in his plan at all.

Looking a embarrassed at the idea of it she nevertheless bowed to the inevitable. "I'm sorry but I need to go. I need help to get there." She said raising an arm for him to hold onto. It wasn't enough he had to wrap his arms around her and lift.

With one arm around her they managed to shuffle there. "The hospital shouldn't have let you take me away. Your not family your one of my pupils. What happened, how did this happen?" She asked. Although there was no one else she knew in this town it was improper for a young man to be looking after her in this helpless state.

"An administration fault I guess." He didn't add he had seen plenty of errors for he dare not reveal he had worked there.

Unable to even lift the loose shift covering her naked body she asked him for help. Unable to wait until he left she suddenly let loose a hot stream into the pan. Without a chance to stop him he unexpectedly wiped her between the legs with a tissue. So embarrassed was she her mouth flapped without a word leaving her throat.

On the away back to bed she wondered what he had done to her last night. Back in bed she was so exhausted she lay their supine nodding off to *****. He began to sponge her down without protest not having the strength to stop him.

On waking later she felt more refreshed for the ******** pills had started to wear off. She was hungry and the appetite ruled her head as she tucked into a bowl of soup.

"Its delicious, it's home made isn't it. And this Cabata is gorgeous."

"

I'll get rid of these crumbs then get you another *****." He told her.

W

ith the sheets off the bed she watched him shake them but was surprised when he laid them on the floor. With a little anxiety she watched him squeeze out a cloth and sponge. She didn't know what to say but lay there feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. He had obviously done this a few times before.

After all, the bandages seemed to protect her person more than a bikini would at the beach. His touch was soothing and she especially liked it when he massaged her back. Up until then she had only been faintly aware of what he was doing to her with the ***** keeping her compliant.

This was different, she was fully awake and it seemed wrong. Nice, but wrong for one of her students to be bathing her in bed.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Do you mind giving me a lift out of bed? I can make it the rest of the way." She stated, trying to sound confident.

She leaned on him to the bathroom but thankfully managed by herself once there. On the way back from the toilet she stopped before a mirror, which had been deliberately uncovered for her to notice the bandages.

He had become impatient wanting to unveil the new Miss Evelyn Simpson. Looking at herself in the mirror she asked. "Why are there so many bandages over my body? Surely they should have just covered my, I mean just the one set."

"Let's get back to your room. We can look at the notes." He said. Sitting on a chair out of reach he read out the notes that he had tampered with just a couple of weeks ago. The expected operation was read out only he didn't mention their new dimensions. He softened his voice feeling guilty.

"The waist has been reduced. The thighs reduced too"

She looked at him still unsure of what was going on, not wanting to believe it.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "There must have been some mistake. All I wanted. Well you know now." She said.

"I had better check my body with those notes and see what the hell those idiots have been up to. You can help with these bandages." Privacy gave way to expediency for she was intent on finding out what they had done to her.

He helped roll the bandages away from her torso as she couldn't manage them. Not caring that he was stripping her naked she just wanted to see what had been done to her figure.

He helped her up off the bed to stand before a mirror.

Supported by him she looked in amazement at this new body that hardly looked real. "It's a mistake, surely." She whispered.

Her breasts had implants inserted as she had wanted only they were huge. She noticed a scar under both ribs where the waist had been reduced to an extraordinary degree. Her breasts were sculpted massive over the tiny waist. Her body looked out of proportion like some bizarre doll.

Her thighs had been reduced which was something else she hadn't asked for. Her legs looked long and thin unable to support the top heavy figure.

He helped her into bed while she asked in a daze. "What happened? This is not what I discussed with the consultant."

She was not listening to him as he explained quietly what had been done.

Slowly taking in what he was saying brought her thoughts to a terrible realization.

Looking in horror across the room she asked. "You brought me here. What? What have you done to me? What have you done to my body? It's ridiculous! You've turned me into a cartoon character."

The obvious look of guilt upon his face as he turned away from her confirmed it. Suddenly suspicious she asked. "Did you? Did you do anything else?" She stared across the room at him taking in the look of his shame and just knew there was more.

"What aren't you telling me? Tell me." She pleaded. "Please, just tell me." She said. He picked up the notes, although he didn't need them as a reminder of the little extra changes.

"Several other things were done. Your lips have been enlarged and inside you have been reduced."

She quickly put her fingers to her face but knew there had been no changes there. Looking down between her legs she put a hand there and in a small voice she said. "These lips down here?" He nodded. Struggling to speak she said. "Inside has been reduced?" Again he nodded.

"What else was change?" He looked away to reply very softly.

"The anus has been enlarged." She looked across the room not seeing him.

She started to speak very quietly, her voice rising to a shriek. "What do you mean 'the' anus? You mean 'my' anus has been enlarged. You've had MY anus enlarged. What for? Of what use is my anus to you. Do you have plans to use it? Oh! I see." She sat looking even paler than she had been.

Her face glowed with rage becoming red with rage; her hands were balled into tight fists as she began again quietly building to a shriek.

"My breasts have been enlarged for you. My vagina has been tightened for you. My anus made looser for you. You bastard! I'm not a cartoon character but a plaything. I'm a sex doll. You've made me into your private sex doll. This is what you've done; you've turned your teacher into a sex object. The options you chose for me are those that a common whore would have done to her. I'm a slut whose body is shaped for men to use more easily. That's what you've done to me, you idiot!

You've made me into a slut. You've changed me from a decent respectable teacher into a real low down whore." She bellowed at him.

Andrew didn't know where to look he just wanted to run. This is not what he had planned at all. A little revenge had turned into a nightmare, for them both. He saw that now but it was too late.

"This is my body. It's mine, do you understand? These ridiculous things are my breasts." She said wrapping her arms around them. She had to stretch her arms out they were so huge. The enormity of her situation hadn't sunk in but already it was threatening to overwhelm her.

He watched her fingers grip her breasts and unavoidably touch the enlarged nipples. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned her.

"I told you they are mine not your play things." She shouted at him. As though to demonstrate they belonged to her she squeezed the nipples.

He watched her face change from rage to curiosity. She blinked several times with her head on one side as though listening for something. She shook her head trying to clear it of some misunderstood message.

She seemed to grow restless as though too hot and was finding the room constricting. She opened her legs a little wanting to cool her body.

She spread her legs wide in a lewd gesture. No longer shouting she glared at him intently.

Quietly she said. "Come on then Andrew. Use your new toy. Make use of your slut. You spent all that money on this body so it's yours now. It's not mine any more. It's bought and paid for, so just use it."

She continued sweetly in a dreamy voice. "Don't bother asking just help yourself. Just make use of it as you want. It's already prepared, so choose an orifice. Dip in anywhere you want." She said, becoming more agitated with every breath.

True to her word she became a slut helping and encouraging him to explore his sex doll. She pulled him onto the bed grappling with his trousers to extract his cock.

He was too afraid of her to be hard and so she sucked it into her mouth. It seemed like an adventure with a new intensity of sensations assaulting her mind.

She felt him grow hard and let go to kiss its head licking the wetness leaking there. She climbed onto him and positioned herself. With a low moan she felt his hardness crease her lips then plunged down on his hardness absorbing him into her vagina seeming to suck it in.

He lay there silent and still while she huffed and puffed up and down. He stared up at his teacher amazed at the sight of those huge breasts bouncing around.

'****!' He thought. 'My teachers fucking herself on my cock!' He began to move his hips thrusting up at her tight pussy unable to stop.

She experienced more intense feelings pushing her onward to fulfill a great overpowering need. She felt him coming but she wasn't ready and she cried out in fear.

When he flagged she renewed him with caresses to his cock and words of encouragement. "Please Andrew! I need your lovely cock inside me. Make me cum. Only you can fulfill me. I need you Andrew, please." She begged him.

She needed him to take her further, to take her again. She worked him so well with her mouth and throat he recovered quickly. Guiding him in to her body she rode him again. This time she moved her feet either side of his head to be penetrated so deep she could feel his cock hit the entrance to her womb.

It seemed to be an eternity before becoming sated. Her whole body shook with passion as the orgasm spread from between her legs. She had become so physically exhausted her body allowed her to rest with ***** taking over for a fretful dream.

She awoke suddenly both eyes wide with fear. He sat beside the bed looking at her. She peered at him over the new mounds that were her breasts. If they hadn't been hers she would have laughed at them.

"What happened? Did I dream it or did we just make love." She whispered. With anger flashing in her eyes she said. "I mean, did we have sex."

"Yes. I did try to warn you." He said in a flat voice. It was time to tell her the rest.

"What do you mean, 'warn me'."

She would guess soon enough so he cleared his throat and braced himself for another hysterical outburst. "Your nipples have been." He started then hesitated trying to gain the courage to tell her.

"There is an implant attached to your nipples. An experimental device, a miniature stimulator has been inserted behind each nipple." He said not daring to go on.

"What the hell are you talking about." She shouted.

"It sends an electrical signal, like a nerve would do, direct into the brain. Its connected to a pleasure centre or gland or something." He looked away unable to face her. It all seemed so terrible now she sat before him. He had thought of it as a prank not expecting it to really happen. Andrew tried to console himself with the excuse he had tried to reverse the notes but failed.

Evelyn sat dumbfounded. She suddenly threw her hands away from her body in fear. "I mustn't touch my nipples then." She stated.

The hysterical rant didn't materialize. He looked at her wondering if she had lost her mind.

"No one must touch them." He said quietly.

"What happened then was because I touched my nipples? The nipples, something implanted?" She asked. He nodded.

"It stimulates a gland to send a message to your brain and your body becomes hypersensitive needing to be sexually stimulated to orgasm. Touching the nipples sets it off." He said.

"No, don't touch them! You'll trigger it off again." He added quickly not able to face another onslaught upon his body.

She looked at the swollen nipples. They looked in proportion to the massive breasts yet hid a terrible secret. She was in shock with her mind trying to catch up.

"No!" She said in a little whimper of a voice. "You stupid little ****. You really have turned me into a sex doll. No! If I go out like this not only will I be stared at I'll be in real danger. Some stranger only has to touch my nipples and I'll be turned on, out of control. That's right isn't it? If my nipples are tweaked it turns me into a raving sex mad slut." She whispered.

He hadn't thought about how she would live her life like this. It had all just gradually evolved with him adding more and more modifications to her notes, a little more each day.

"Once the nipples have been gripped it starts the, err, it starts the process off. Then you will have to complete it." He said, trying to say it in as neutral way as possible.

She looked at him demanding his full attention. "Your telling me once my nipples have been squeezed the sexual stimulation won't stop until I have sex? No! It won't stop until I have an orgasm. Can't I control it? What have you done to me you stupid man?"

She sat rocking back and forth with her hands well away from her breasts.

"I'm a sex doll. Just switch me on and I'll perform." She murmured to herself while rocking back and forth, with an expression of shocked horror. "Now I know what's happening to me perhaps I can learn to control it." She said weakly.

Gasping loudly she whimpered with overwhelming emotion. She sat on the edge of the bed intently staring in the mirror at the stranger that her own body had become. She watched as the body clearly became excited, seeing the legs open, wanting to be explored more deeply.

He watched her eyes begin to glaze as she gripped the nipples gently squeezing them in a steady rhythm. She parted her legs and reached down between them. The hand dove between her lips to stimulate herself in a growing desperation.

Throwing her head back she moaned then reached out to him with both hands grasping tight.

Pulling his shorts to one side she fought in desperation to reach what was so desperately needed.

He fought her grip to slide off the bed out of reach, as she couldn't roll sideways in pursuit with those huge breasts.

"Come back. Please, let me have you. I need you." She cried out.

He reached under the bed and thrust a rubber dildo into her outreached hands that had been clawing the air for him. She perhaps mistook it for him but anyway thrust it in moving her whole body to its rhythm.

He moved between her outstretched legs maneuvering what was left of it into her ass.

At last the begging stopped to be replaced by a whimpering sound. So at last she was coming.

Her body collapsed on the bed, replete once more.

Knowing it wasn't her desire driving this vulgar behavior was both a relief and a terrible shock, especially with that lewd demonstration; it brought it home how deeply she was out of control. Feeling him remove the dildo from both her orifices she looked startled at what she had done to herself.

The thing was long and fat and she had greedily consumed it. Even now she wanted to hold onto it only his grip was stronger than hers. When it was finally dragged from her body she felt a sense of loss. Still under the influence of the orgasm a nasty thought crossed her mind, driven by a deep feeling of satisfaction, that it might not be so bad after all.

Shaking her head free of the alien thought she keenly kept her hands away from both nipples all the time intently staring at them in horror. Once more she slumped onto the bed feeling exhausted.

He looked at her thinking perhaps this was going to be too much for him. How could he possibly satisfy her if she were to play with her nipples again?

A sly grin crossed her face. "My! That was fantastic. I have never ever done anything like that before. I think I must have." She started to say, and then stopped. Not wanting to spill the sordid secret of how many orgasms she had experienced to him.

It was time to take back some control of the situation. "I must go home. Can you get me some clothes? I don't know what could possibly fit these huge things." She said.

"I paid off the lease for your apartment so there is no where to go. All your things are in storage. You should stay here. Besides, your bank account was wiped out paying for the surgery.

"You did what?" She asked not wanting to believe how her life had been turned upside down. "I can't go out like this! People will stare. I'm a freak. I certainly can't go to the next school looking like a Barbie doll. Now you tell me my savings are gone. I thought I could have these breasts reduced but I don't have the money. If there's anything else I'll **** you. She shouted at him.

***

It was dark when she awoke; coming too hoping it had all been a nightmare finding it was only too true she shivered in fright. Her whole world had changed. "I can't go out like this. What am I to do?" She said half to herself partly asking Andrew.

While she slept he had thought about what to do with her for it was patently obvious he wouldn't be able to cope with her by himself. It would take some time for him to come to terms with what he had done to her but he wasn't ready to tell her his plans, while she too was hardly ready to cope with the idea.

"I've nowhere to go and I can't go out looking for an apartment, even if I had the money, so it looks as though I have to stay here."

She looked at him meanly. "So, you have yourself a captive sex doll." She spat the words at him. "Do you realize what you have done to me? Where am I to get the money to undo this, this." She said waving her arms about her body careful not to touch it.

He moved to sit close to her meaning to comfort her.

"No! Don't touch me. Please. We will have to sort this mess out. You will have to help me, you must. Please!" She begged.

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Teacher's Trip


Lara completed teachers training and had been accepted by a small college. She had a job! She had been warned by her ****** that a failure in this career meant the allowance would be stopped and returning home to work in the family bank. The spoilt twenty-eight year old rich girl firmed her resolve to keep the job what ever it took.

The college is closing up for the summer but Lara had been volunteered to take a group of students to an adventure camp for a week. "It will be a good opportunity for you Lara. You can hone your skills in a less formal environment and get to know some of the pupils that will be in your class next term." The principle assured her.

She hadn't been given much choice in the matter for this was obviously a further test of competence before securing the post. Above all else she wanted to secure the job and keep her ****** out of her life. Failure meant not only losing the allowance but missing out on a summer tour of Europe he was paying for. So how hard would it be to look after a group of eighteen year olds?

Lara was more interested in enjoying herself than teaching. Besides it was more a supervisory task, making sure they behaved themselves. Mister Roberts had told her to go hard on them and she intended to do just that. She was not going to take any nonsense from a bunch of adolescents. On the morning they arrived Mister Roberts became ill and had to leave and she was left with six sullen lads.

There were groups from other colleges there but so far they had kept pretty much to themselves. She had them to herself ordering them around like servants.

Lara moved into the dormitory cabin, a room set aside inside the main building, to keep a closer eye on them. Mister Roberts had left some of his things there but she just pushed them to one side. Too used to having a cleaner at home left her clueless on tidying up. The room was by the exit. It was designed to catch anyone trying to sneak out at night.

Two teachers were supposed to be there supervising but she decided it would be too much hassle chasing up the principle and parents to send them home. It was easier to break the rules, a habit she should have mastered by the age of twenty-eight.

It was only the first day and the lads are sick of the new teacher and her bullying ways. Already she had given Clive detention so he has to stay in the dormitory cabin.

Lara put a bikini on and wrapped a towel around her chest tucking in a corner to hold it in place. If this was going to be endured she would find a way to enjoy herself by making it into a vacation. The accommodation was not to her standard nor was the pool but she would have to put up with it.

Two of the lads were set to cleaning her room and another two followed her out to the pool. "Set the lounger there in the sun. More to the left, that will do. Fetch some orange with ice and don't dawdle." She told them.

Lara dropped the towel over the lounger and was bending over it to straighten out the folds. "What did I tell you?" She said. They were standing there gawping. With a wry smile upon her face she said to herself. 'Those little brats were staring at my bottom! How dare they!' It wasn't even one of her briefest outfits. At least it had bottom coverage.

She was slightly amused for she wasn't a prude. At the beach she wouldn't be bothered wearing something more brief but they were just eighteen far too young to be looking at her body.

They rushed back asking if she wanted anything else, obviously anxious to please.

"I could do with some vodka in this. I'm only joking!" She laughed.

They brought her snacks, ******, anything she wanted. She didn't bother to ask where the others were. John and the other three had joined another group on camp on a canoeing trek. Brian and Tommy were happy to serve Lara keeping her to them selves. It also meant Clive could escape detention and go canoeing with John and the others.

It was getting too hot out in the sun and Lara had them move the lounger into the shade. "You had better put some sun tan cream on me. Here use this." She ordered.

Brian managed to snatch the bottle and after a short scuffle between them he kneeled beside her. "Yes, miss. Err. Where do you want it?"

"Over my back I can't reach." Lara hadn't thought to encourage them in anyway she was just used to being pampered. When she turned over she was about to tell them to do her legs. 'Good grief!' She thought. They stood there with tents in their trousers.

She was shocked. She didn't want them getting the wrong idea about her. They just weren't used to touching a sexy woman. It was too much for them to handle. The bikini showed off her gorgeous figure. Her slim waist emphasised the round mounds of her breasts which were firm and upright.

Boyfriends had commented on how firm her breasts were even without support. She often went without a bra under a t-shirt. Though it was her cute arse they admired most. If she was feeling in the mood to tease she would wear a string bottom to the bikini. More often than not it would be worn to get her what she wanted; it was amazing how men of any age could be influenced that way.

After a long day she walked into the main part of the dormitory to find they had all arrived back safe and sound. She clapped her hands for attention and her towel slipped off onto the floor. She still wore the bikini but their reaction was electric.

She felt their eyes on her body as they rolled over every swell, examining it in detail. She covered her breasts with an arm and quickly picked up the towel to hold it in front of herself. She wasn't a prude and could happily run around in a bikini in public but this was different.

A sudden feeling of shame overcame her. It took a moment to get her thoughts together enabling her to speak and take control again. Here in close proximity to these young men it felt wrong. She shook off the feeling thinking it was silly. She had them under her thumb and would keep it there. They were not going to get away with anything while she was in charge.

"Stop it now; you're just being mean young men. When a woman makes a mistake like that you must be gentlemen and avert your eyes. Now I have your attention listen carefully.

Clive you were supposed to be in detention not running off with the others. John you should have asked permission before taking the others off on a trip. What would happen to me if there had been an accident? You didn't think about that did you?

Look at the state of this place. Your all on detention till this place is cleared up. Clear up this mess before you go to dinner. I'll be out to inspect your work before you can go. If it's not up to standard you won't be eating dinner. Move, move, move!" She shouted.

Turning on her heel she marched back to her room. Gathering a shower kit she stopped a moment hearing them complaining through the ventilation grill. She opened it quietly to listen.

"We've got to do something about that teacher John. She's not letting us join in the activities. All the others are having loads of fun."

"OK! But what can we do? She's the teacher in charge. If we reveal Mr Hairy Lip has gone home ill we'll all be sent home as they won't let us stay with just one teacher. So what do we do about it?"

"I know what I'd like to do. I'd like to see more of her tits."

She recognised John's voice and was surprised.

"You better not let her hear you say that." Brian said.

"You just go back to reading your book Brian. You don't want to join in the sports activities anyway. So it doesn't matter to you."

"Let's get on with the clearing up before she gets another strop on."

Lara was smiling to herself. All those comments about her body were funny. They continued praising her body while cleaning up and moaning about it. Lara sat listening still in the bikini and towel. They only had ten minutes to be in the canteen for dinner so she marched in again.

"OK. Times up. Stand by your beds." She said. She bent over each bed making sure it was well made, not that her standard was particularly high. It was only on bending over the bed she realised what was going on. They were getting a close view of her bikini clad backside. Not only that the lad on the other side of the bed was looking down her cleavage.

Angry at herself and the lads she told them. "Not good enough. No dinner tonight lads. There are snacks in our kitchen so make yourselves some toast or something." She marched out to a chorus of groans and 'unfair miss'.

Grabbing her washing kit she walked into the shower cubicle reserved for staff. While soaping her breasts she suddenly stopped. There was a sound. She heard something over the noise of the shower. "Damn!" She said. Quickly rinsing off she wrapped a towel round her chest and marched out in a temper.

"What have you been up to now?" She looked around the dormitory where they were all quietly studying their plates. "Who made the hole in the shower wall?"

"No one miss it was already there when we arrived." She looked at John. He groaned knowing he had revealed he knew it was there.

"I saw an eye at that peep hole. Was it yours?" Obviously not one of them spoke up. "If there are no owners of the peeping eye then I'll have to hold you all responsible. You do no spy on your teacher in the shower. You all stay in for detention tomorrow. No games, no joining the others. You will have to study maths and eat what is in the kitchen here." She told them.

Standing with her back to John she wandered a little too close. From the top bunk he reached down and took a hold of both wrists in a loop of rope. He lifted them up over her head and looped the other end to the bunk tying it off. Working on his uncle's farm at weekends had paid off when it came to rope work after all.

John lent over her looking at her upside down. "Well I think that's enough Miss Catallina. We're keeping your secret about Mr Hairy Lip going off ill. It's not just for our benefit, it's yours too. When we want to join in on the games and stuff you won't because you just want to lie around the pool. I think, we all think, you should let up on all the heavy stuff and let us have some fun."

She watched them move in close around her. "That is enough. You're acting like a gang of ruffians. Untie me or I will phone the principle. Untie me right now or you'll all be washing dishes for the rest of this summer break." She mouthed meanly.

"No Miss. You're the one in trouble. You've already broken the rules. You want to keep out of the other teachers way so you won't have to do anything and that means we can't join in the activities either. We are here to enjoy ourselves not just sit round here all day serving you. If we are to be cooped up here we will keep you tied up for the rest of the week too. We'll see how you like it."

Lara struggled in frustration. 'This is stupid.' She thought. 'The little brats have me where they want for the moment but I'll exact revenge on them for this impudent indignity.'

"Untie me you brats! I'll have you expelled from college. Your parents will deal with you. Have you thought of that? What will your parents say when I tell them you have behaved like ruffians? You're behaving no better then those rough adolescents from the inner city."

They began to waver now. She could see them backing away leaving John standing alone losing their support.

"What about you Tommy? Come over here and have a closer look at your teacher's tits." John told his friend.

"That's enough of that crude language John. You're only making it worse for yourself. I'll tell them you were the ring leader in this pathetic little rebellion."

"That's it miss you rant away at us like you usually do, it jiggles those breasts nicely." He told her.

"Here Tommy have a good look." He said.

Lara watched his hand reach up to the edge of the towel as though it moved in slow motion. She cried out knowing what he was about to do to her. "No! Don't you dare, don't do that you brat!" Closer and closer it came toward her, until his hand gripped the towel between her breasts. With a hard tug he ripped the towel from a around her body.

It seemed to unfurl slowly and she felt it slither down her naked body. In frustration she tried uselessly to reach for it before her nakedness was revealed to these wicked young men. Straining at her bonds was useless.

"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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Training Mom


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.