3 comments/ 44416 views/ 6 favorites My Gym Teacher By: Julie20 Probably the one place where having tiny boobs is an advantage is Gym Club. It is difficult for a girl to appear graceful when she has two huge melons hitting her under the chin. I always felt that my body was designed for gymnastics with my slim, supple form and just the right amount of curve in my lithe legs. My bum is probably a little bit too big but even that added to the effect when I touched down after a vault, landing on my feet and standing there with my back arched backwards, my pussy thrust outwards and my generous buttocks curving nicely in the rear. To be honest, although I would never say this out loud, part of the fun of gym was to perform in my skin tight red leotard so my shape was on show as if I were naked but with just enough covering to keep males from salivating over the bits which decency demands I keep covered. It was because I know I am good at gym that I kept it up, so to speak, after many girls drop it and, even at eighteen, when I was living at home doing A levels, I would be at Gym Club every Thursday evening. The club was led by Terry whom we knew thoroughly enjoyed the sight of a hall full of teenaged girls wearing the bare minimum. He was always on hand to offer words of advice. "Keep your tummy in and your bum out like this," and his hand would gently press us into the right position. When he advised us to pose after mat work with our hands above our heads he would direct us to keep our legs apart so that we were standing firmly and not wobbling and his hands would press the inside of our thighs to push our legs apart. Sometimes when he did this the top of his hand would accidentally brush the underneath of our leotard as he withdrew it. He never hurt us but there was the slight tingle of excitement as you felt him touch where no-one is ever supposed to touch us. Between ourselves we giggled that he had a peephole into the changing room so that he could watch us in there but there was never any evidence of that. None of us ever breathed a word about Terry to our parents because we were afraid that they would stop us coming to the club. Anyway this story began one Thursday night after club as we made our way out of the hall to get changed. Terry asked if I would pop back into the hall when I was changed for a quick word. I assumed it was about some aspect of the moves I had been doing and did not think anything of it. When I went back into the hall Terry was sitting on a pile of gym mats; he was sitting on one side of the top mat with a very obvious space beside him so I sat down. I was now in tight jeans, trainers and a black sweatshirt. Terry began by talking about nothing in particular, just general chat about how I was getting on, was I happy in the club, did I have any suggestions about new things we could do? I realise now that he was wasting time to allow the other girls to leave so we would be alone. Then he came to the point. "Julie, I was on the internet this week and I found these stories about an eighteen year old living in Bournemouth with her parents and her sister called Gemma. Her dad works in a bank. Does that remind you of anyone?" My mind short-circuited and for what seemed like a very long time I could not think of a reply. I know what you are thinking -- why did I not invent a character called Susan who lived in Newcastle but they were MY stories and I wanted to be in them. I wanted to somehow experience the things I wrote and that would not work if they were about someone else. I had reckoned that there are seven billion people in the world and hardly any of them have heard of me so the odds against someone I knew reading them were huge. I finally put together an answer although it sounded very weak. "It can't say it's me. How many girls called Julie are there in the world?" He slipped his hand under my arm and around my back and the other hand rested on my thigh. "You see the problem I have is that now I know about this I should tell your parents. What do you think your dad would say after what you wrote that he did? And what would your mum say?" To my horror the hand had moved from my thigh to the zip of my jeans and the hand behind me had gripped my upper arm on the opposite side of me from where he sat so my arms were now pinioned behind me and I was being pulled backwards. We were alone in the building and it sounded very quiet and lonely. He was speaking again. "I have read your stories so I know how you think. I know what you like and what you want." He had unzipped my jeans and his hand had slipped inside and was dragging my brief panties to one side as I tried to sit up but he was too strong for me. "Look Terry. I, Um..look ah..." Two fingers had found my most sensitive spot and he was rubbing gently at first and then building up the pressure. He had done this before and I wondered how many other girls had sat where I was sitting. I could not keep my bum still and I was feeling very hot. "You have a wonderful imagination Julie but the thing is that, as you are able to make up such convincing stories, who is going to believe a word you say?" He was very clearly making the point that he could do whatever he liked to me and I could not tell anyone about it. I had written about my dad and me.....well about us..and it was not true but I had put it on the internet and Daddy must never ever see it. It would just be too unbearable. If Terry told him about the stories...well I just could not think about that..it MUST never happen. Those two fingers were rubbing hard now and I was gasping out loud and wriggling about all over the place and then he began to slip just the tips of his fingers inside me where I was already quite moist. I knew that I was already out of control; speaking was impossible and the volume of my involuntary cries was rising. He no longer needed to hold onto my arms to control me and that hand had slipped up my sweatshirt, slid up my bare belly and found my little bra which it had roughly shoved upwards so he could massage my left nipple adding to my sexual tension. In between my moans I was trying to stop him. It is important that you know that. I DID try to stop him. "No..please,,Terry, don't. Please..let me go..aagh..please Terry." Those questing fingers were now being shoved deep inside me and withdrawn and pushed in again with increasing rapidity and my legs were all over the place. Somehow I found myself flat on my back on the mat with my knees bent and him leaning over me. His head came down over mine and his tongue rammed into my mouth silencing me apart from a lot of panting and gasping for air. His tongue filled my mouth as he slobbered all over my face and his hands continued to maul me and it was inevitable that I would finally tip over the brink. My back arched, my head went backwards and I howled like a vixen on heat with my shriek of orgiastic release echoing off the steel girders in the roof. When I sank, spent, back onto the mat with my boobs going up and down I realised that he had left me alone and he was propped up on his arm looking down at me. I felt like a whore; I had performed for him even though I did not want to do so. He had known exactly what buttons to press and I had done nothing to stop him. For goodness sake whose body was it? Why didn't I knee him in the groin? Why didn't I just get up and run for it? I had been a weak stupid little kid and let him do whatever he wanted. He was speaking gently and quietly but also very firmly. "You will tell your mum that we have a special meeting here on Saturday morning and it could last into the afternoon. It is just for a few special girls with the right skill set and you have been picked. You will tell her that you have to be here." He wanted me to come back for a repeat performance and it would last for hours. And he thought I would just meekly come back and walk into his lair. So why didn't I just call him a pervert and walk out? Why did I say nothing at all? "Even if I didn't have the threat of those stories to hold over you I know you will still come. This is your fantasy isn't it? You want me to be rough with you; you want to find out what it would be like. But if you don't come I WILL go to your dad and you have no proof at all that anything happened here today." I stood up sorting out my clothes and wiping my face as I walked to the door. I didn't give him the satisfaction of saying anything to him. I didn't want him to see that I was crying. I walked home to give me the chance to sort myself out. I told my mum that I missed the bus and I got grief because I was very late home and they had not known where I was. I didn't sleep very well that night but, as I lay there with it all going through my mind, my hand went between my legs and stroked myself gently where Terry had touched me. How I got through Friday I don't know. It all kept coming back to me all through the day but, however I thought about it, I knew I would go to the Gym Club Hall on Saturday. There just wasn't any other option. I told Mum about the special meeting when I saw her Friday evening. And so on Saturday morning there I was. I pushed open the door and made my way into the empty building. Terry must have been waiting in the changing room because he heard me come in and then he came out into the passageway. He went straight to the front door and locked it behind me. We stood there in the corridor looking at each other. I was again in my blue jeans and trainers and I had a white t shirt and my yellow jacket. Terry also wore jeans and his t shirt was black. He told me to go into the gym and he walked behind me. I walked to the centre of the room and looked back at him. "Do you know what makes a great sports star Julie?" I pretty much whispered that I did not. "It's not technique. It's discipline. It's discipline which makes someone keep pressing on when their muscles want to stop and they are in pain. It's discipline which makes them keep forcing their body when it doesn't want to go on. I still said nothing. "I can teach you that. I can teach you to do things you don't want to do, that's how you learn discipline except, in your case, a part of you does want to be forced to do things doesn't it." As he spoke he had been advancing on me and I had been backing away but suddenly he made a lunge forward and had me by the arm. He swung me around and dragged off my jacket leaving it to fall to the floor as I whined at the pain in my arm where he was gripping me. "This is what you wrote about and this is what you are going to get." He let go of my arm and I ran towards the back or the room but he ran faster and grabbed the belt of my jeans then he swung me round to face him and he was undoing my belt buckle. "I heard you a couple of weeks ago in the changing room talking to Fran about a rape fantasy. Do you remember that? You said it was horrible and yet somehow thrilling." "You listened to us changing!" "Not just listened Sweetness." He had yanked my jeans down exposing my black panties and because my jeans were below my knees I toppled backwards putting out my hand to save myself. Terry pulled my feet up in the air and stripped off jeans, socks and shoes then he gripped the waistband of my knickers and yanked. I tried to pull in the opposite direction but I was no match for his strength. Now I was on my back with my dark fuzz on display as he stripped off the wisp of black nylon and threw it across the hall. My hand went between my legs in an automatic response to cover myself. He came down at me and gripped the bottom of my t shirt pulling it up over my head as I screamed at him. He rolled me onto my belly and unfastened my black bra then stripped it from me. Then I felt his weight on top of me pressing my body face down into the polished wooden floor and his mouth was just behind my ear. "Now this is the deal. I am going to fulfil your every fantasy about violence and bondage and pain and we both know you fantasise about those things all the time don't we? DON'T WE?" "Yes Terry, Yes," I whimpered. It was hopeless to deny it. "I am going to hurt you and humiliate you but I won't do anything you really don't want and you will leave here almost unmarked and knowing that I will keep the secret of your literary efforts. Do we have a deal?" He had turned me over so now I was on my back with him kneeling over me with one hand planted on the floor on either side of me. I quietly said "Yes." He reached down to unzip himself and ordered me onto my knees. Dumbly I obeyed and he stood up and took out his erect thing. It was only the second erect penis I had ever seen and it looked huge; my face creased up at the odour. He grabbed bunches of hair at either side of my head making me squirm and whine and he pulled my head to his crutch. "Suck it Bitch." I tried to shake my head but he was holding me firm and I had no choice but to open my mouth for him to ram inside. He forced himself to the back of my throat and I gagged; this happened again and again and in between he took one hand from my hair and slapped my face. In the end my lips closed over the long, hard intruder as he moved it in and out. The process was not erotic at all (well not for me) it was just totally disgusting as he stood there making sounds and almost pulling my hair out. Very soon I felt warm, thick fluid at the back of my throat and, as he withdrew and rammed again, my mouth was full of the revolting stuff which he shouted for me to swallow and I reluctantly obeyed feeling revolted by myself. When he was done he had me lick him clean then he threw me backwards onto the floor like a used tissue and I curled up. Terry went to the wall where he had a large sports bag and he handed me a bottle of water which he told me to drink. The water was very cloudy and I looked up at him silently expressing my unwillingness to drink. "Discipline Julie. It's doing things you don't want to do." I unscrewed the bottle and took a drink. Instantly I choked and spat out some of the water the rest having gone down my throat. It was hideously salty. He shouted at me to drink it and, as I knelt there naked and vulnerable, I put the bottle back to my lips and knocked it back. My stomach began to gurgle and I felt my temperature rise. I belched and felt nauseous; I knew what was about to happen. He pointed towards a red plastic bucket which stood next to his bag and told me to use it. Doubled up I ran to the bucket and knelt beside it. My mouth opened and my stomach emptied itself as I vomited violently and kept retching up yellow bile long after my belly was voided. Strings of vomit hung from my nostrils and my mouth and it was sticking to my chin. I was shivering and sweating as I bent over the bucket with my bum in the air and the cleft between my taut buttocks fully on display to him. He ordered me to stand in front of him and I obeyed feeling totally defeated. "I think I'll call you Vomit from now on. Would you like that Vomit? How is my little disgusting Vomit?" I looked at the floor and he slapped my face. It was not hard but he kept using both hands to slap me on either cheek and it was humiliating and disorientating. "Are you a virgin Vomit? Tell the truth because I will soon know." Sniffing and holding back the tears I told him my deepest secret about a boy one year older than myself. We had gone to his house one Saturday morning when his parents were out and a snogging session had gone too far. I had been stupid and naive and had not understood that when a boy has reached a certain point he cannot stop. I had put my bloodstained knickers in a wastebin and told no-one because I knew my dad would have killed the boy and I just could not tell anyone how stupid I had been. I had been terrified that I was pregnant and had gone on the pill in case of a repeat performance. Terry reached forward, his semi-erect organ still pointing out of his trousers at me, and he grabbed me by the forearms propelling me backwards until I felt my bare bum and back pressed against the wallbars. His body pressed against me forcing me hard against the bars as his tongue explored my face and then he covered my mouth with his making it hard to breath. His hands were all over my squirming body and they found their way down to my pussy where he brutally mauled me and began to rub my clitty and painfully pull me open. For some reason I found myself remembering what my dad had once told me. "If a boy is all over you with arms like an octopus go for his tentacles." But there was nothing I could do and, to my confusion, I found that I was getting very worked up. My cries of protest were becoming mixed with moans and screams of dark pleasure. Despite him pressing me against the bars I was jerking about like a cheap stripper. It was not long before his, now rock hard, manhood was against my moist pussylips and he began to thrust into me causing me to buck helplessly. Again and again he rammed into me making primeval grunting sounds as my head went back and I howled. Time meant nothing and his taking of me went on and on, his staying power must have been amazing not that I had much experience by which to judge. Every second I felt that my body could not stand any more but still it went on until eventually, with my mind completely knocked out by endorphins, I found myself slumping to my knees and then slipping sideways with my back still half against the wooden bars at his feet. Terry turned with his back to the bars and slid down so that he was sitting on the floor beside me and we sat silently for a while apart from the sounds of our subsiding panting. I noticed that my skin was shining with sweat and my nostrils were full of the scent of sex. A tiny part of my mind was still trying to be analytical and was working on the question of "Have I just been raped?" but I could not come to any conclusion. I was just too muddled about the whole situation. After a while Terry zipped himself up and crawled on hands and knees the few feet to his sports bag. He came back carrying a black cloth bag and some ropes then he held my arm (not as roughly as before) and lifted me to my feet although I was still weak and unsteady. He dropped the rope and the bag at my feet and steered me to the bucket of vomit where he told me to pee. I found that I did need to go and did not refuse to crouch down despite his eyes watching me. That small part of my brain told me that I could not go the toilet with him watching but it was over ruled by simple biological imperative. The long, pungent flow came out of me and then he pulled me to my feet and pushed me back against the bars. I did not resist as he dragged the black bag down over my head and left me in darkness apart from the little bit of light which I could see if I looked downwards to the open neck of the bag as it rested on my shoulders. He bound my wrists tightly in front of me and then he must have climbed the bars because I felt my arms pulled high above my head so that I was forced to stand very straight with my arms at full stretch. As he tied me in place I felt extremely vulnerable and a little scared. My feeling of vulnerability and helplessness multiplied when I felt my right leg pulled to the side and bound to one of the upright bars then his hands were on my bare left foot and he pulled it off to the side so that I was standing spread wide open and knowing that my most intimate secrets were open to be viewed and whatever else he may want to do. A cry arose in my throat as he lifted my left foot and began to bind the ankle to the bars. The foot was not resting on the bars; it was tied sideways on to them so that it was hanging in space and all my weight was shared between my other foot and my bound wrists. It was a horribly awkward and uncomfortable position particularly as I was spread so wide open that I felt like a wishbone. My Gym Teacher Edited by sexnovella It's two days after my eighteenth birthday, and I'm a week away from my high school graduation. All throughout my final year I have always daydreamed about being with a woman. I've never done it, never even thought about it until Mrs. O started teaching here. She is the new gym teacher, and she is absolutely gorgeous. She is five feet two inches tall. She has short dark brown hair that's curly but really sexy. She has these gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. They are so deep you could get lost in them. She had her tongue pierced. She is very fit, has muscular legs, a flat hard stomach. Her abs are very defined. Her breast are firm and just the right size. I'm not sure why but I think about her all the time, I've had dreams about her at night. I've even sat in class and daydreamed about her. I have never done this with any other woman. This is so new to me and it makes me so confused. It was the end of the day, and gym is my last class. So I waited till everyone else left the lockeroom and went to take my shower, I was in no hurry. So I grabbed my stuff and went to the last shower stall and turned the water on. I heard footsteps when the water ran down my naked body. I yelled out that I was taking a quick shower so I didn't get locked in. A few minutes later the curtain to my shower opened up. I opened my eyes and was about to say something when I lost my ability to speak. I stood there with my mouth open like some kind of idiot. My gym teacher was wearing nothing but her blue lace panties and bra. You could almost see right through them. Her nipples were hard and poked against her bra. She didn't say anything at all when she just walked up to me and kissed me with her red lips. She held the back of my neck and kissed me for all she was worth. At first I was shocked but then I kissed her back. I placed one hand on her ass while the other hand unhooked her bra. She let it slide off her shoulders and I pushed her up against the wall and kissed my way downwards her big breast. I took one of her large light pink nipples into my mouth and I began to suck and nibble on it. I slid her panties down and she was completely shaved except for a neatly trimmed design of dark pubic hair on her mound. After I took her panties off she spun us around. My back was against the wall and she was infront of me. She started to kiss my neck and worked her way down towards my collar bone and between my perky breasts before she sucked my pink nipple into her mouth. The way she worked her tongue was magical and the feeling of the bar and ball of her tongue piercing was unreal. She switched to my other breast and I felt her hands on my pussy. She gently rubbed my pussy and slightly parted my smooth labia. She touched my clit slowly and her treatment made my body shiver. She increased the pace and pressure to make me moan out loud. She covered my pink lips with hers to keep me quiet. She let two fingers slide inside my shaved pussy and she found my magical g-spot. My body started shaking with orgasm and I squirted all over her hands. I kissed her neck and breasts. My tongue licked her small navel on her hard stomach and I continued all the way downwards her slit. I parted her tiny slit with my tongue. I found her clit, which had a little ring with a bead on it. I licked, sucked and played with the piercing. She started to shiver and moan slightly. When I slid a finger inside her tight hot wet pussy, she started to move her hips back and forth. Just as she started to come I heard the school bell for class change and it woke me up from my daydream of the events that had happened the day before. I opened my eyes and gathered my books. I had no idea what today's lecture was about, but that didn't matter. I was going to see her again today. It was the second time I would be able to get close to this sexy woman. I was so excited that I couldn't wait to feel her body against mine while we kiss each other everywhere on our bodies... My Gym Teacher Ch. 02 I remained a part of the Thursday night Gym Club right up to the age of eighteen and that was when Terry who led the club did what he did to me. It was not actually rape so I knew that I would have no recourse and anyway I had no stomach for that but I could not keep from sharing it with my best friend, Fran, who was also part of the club. We had always had our suspicions about the way that Terry looked at us as we did our routines in our tight leotards but he had never actually crossed the line as far as any of us knew. However when I talked to Fran, she related to me as a fellow sufferer. She confessed to me how she had been tricked into going to the club room one Saturday morning and what had transpired. Only three other members of the club were aged eighteen so the pair of us decided to talk to each of them alone. You can guess what we discovered and that is what led to us all meeting at Fran's home one Saturday when her parents were out. It was a council of war but none of us wanted to go to the authorities as Terry was clever and had arranged things so that we were all complicit in what had happened. If it came into the open we would suffer as much as he would and, technically, he was probably not guilty of an actual crime. But there had to be something we could do and that is how the plan was hatched. At first none of us dare hope that we could do it but, the more we talked about it, the more we wanted to try. We were all intelligent and well educated and we believed that the plan would work if we spent enough time going through the details and making sure that we all carried out our tasks correctly. Our plan began with two convenient facts. Firstly Helen was studying organic chemistry and she believed that she could obtain a certain substance from the school lab. This was the most dangerous part of the scheme because the chemical concerned is very nasty stuff and too much can kill. None of us wanted to do time for murder so we would have to administer a very light dose which had the drawback of knocking our man out for a very short time. As soon as he fell asleep we would have to move like greased lightning to ensure that we had him where we wanted him before he came round. The second convenient fact was that Terry always drank the same brand of bottled water and he would swig from the bottle throughout a gym session. When he was not actually drinking he left the bottle against one wall of the gym where a very swift and discreet girl should be able to switch it for the treated bottle. Like all evil men, Terry would be brought down by his own weakness and the plan swung into action one Thursday evening towards the end of club. The younger girls went to change but us five, appearing worn out, slumped down on gym mats and Terry stood by chatting idly to us and ribbing us for having no stamina. Abigail said that it was not our fault as we did not get enough stamina training in the club and we could not build really tough work into the club as the younger girls would be left out. Alex picked up her cue perfectly. "It would be great if just us five older ones could have extra sessions." We saw Terry's face light up. He was being offered the chance of being here in the club with just five eighteen year old girls who would be wearing the bare minimum and who would obey his commands as he took us through really demanding drills. I am sure I saw the bulge in his tracksuit trousers as he said that he might be able to arrange something if we all really wanted special sessions. And so he was hooked. It was arranged that the following Saturday Terry would give us stamina training and he said he hoped we realised what we were taking on. I hardly slept on the Friday night as I had so much going around in my head. Would the plan work? Would all five of us be able to do our part? Would this put an end to Terry's evil ways? On the Saturday morning we all drifted in at different times either side of the agreed 10am to give the impression that today was nothing really special. Helen was carrying her usual gym bag and I looked at her to catch her slight nod indicating that the bag contained the special water bottle. She carelessly dumped her bag down just beside Terry's bag against the wallbars. Terry was positively glowing and said that he hoped we were well prepared because today he was going to be "Really tough" with us and we would have to obey every command at the double. And he lived up to his words. The worm was enjoying acting like an army drill sergeant as he shouted at us to make us move through an obstacle course which he had set up. Every so often we had to stop what we were doing and line up to do squat thrusts and sit ups which just happened to make sweat stick to our bodies and highlight our every curve to his eyes. Then it was star jumps which had us leaping into the air with legs wide apart so our breasts bounced and the fleshy bits between our legs were clearly outlined against our leotards. It was entirely natural that poor Helen had to drop out, gasping for breath, and make her way to her bag for a drink. While doing this she had her back to the hall so that no-one saw her switch Terry's water bottle with her own. Terry had not stopped for a drink; I guess being macho meant that he had to keep going longer than us but it was part of his creed that we had to avoid becoming dehydrated so that the body could work to full efficiency. Surely he had to take a drink soon. And so the punishing pace went on but someone who keeps yelling will eventually have a dry throat and we all experienced great satisfaction when, still yelling at us to move faster, Terry moved towards his bag, bent down and took a long gulp of water. He put down the bottle and ran back to where he had been standing behind the vaulting horse so that he could enjoy a clear view of teenaged bottoms as we went over the box. Georgina was on the mat having just landed when I landed beside her. Hidden from Terry behind the box she whispered to me. "How long?" Helen was supposed to be the expert so I had no idea of how long the drug would take to work. Terry ran from behind the box to stand beside us. "Get up you two. Get up those bars. Move it." The pair of us scrambled up the wall bars and began to move sideways along the top bars following the course Terry had set for us. Stealing a look over my shoulder I saw Terry leaning against the vaulting horse. Helen was a little way behind him just stood watching him. We saw his mouth move soundlessly then he slowly turned around so that he could place both arms across the top of the horse. All the girls were frozen now just staring at him to see what would happen. Helen broke the spell. "Hurry UP. We've got maybe three minutes." At this we all rushed to our appointed tasks. Georgina ran to where we had dumped our bags and began taking out the items we would need. Alex took a chair from the stack against the back wall and placed it in the middle of the floor and the rest of us ran towards Terry. Georgie also put the drugged water bottle into her bag so that no trace would be left in the gym to show how we had knocked Terry out. Helen was brilliant as she spoke to him almost like a nurse. "It's OK Terry we have to get this off you." With me supporting him as his legs began to buckle Helen stripped off his jacket exposing his white vest. His legs gave out at that point and I could not prevent him from slipping to the floor whereupon Alex began to strip off his trainers and socks. Helen pulled off his vest exposing his quite impressive physique with lots of dark chest hair then Georgie passed her the handcuffs which myself and Fran had bought in a very embarrassing trip to a sex shop. I felt a bit easier now that we had the cuffs on him as, even if he woke up, he would be a bit inconvenienced with his hands manacled behind his back. While this was being done Fran and Alex were pulling off Terry's tracksuit trousers and his black Y fronts. His cock looked pathetic as it lay fat and flaccid and we all smelt the scent of semen. The germ must have cummed himself as he watched us go over the box. So now he was sprawled naked on the floor and we had no idea how long he would remain under the drug. For a moment he had been completely unconscious but already he was beginning to move his legs and to make slight groaning sounds. It took four of us just to put our hands under his arms and lift him upright. Abi held the plastic chair so that it did not slip and as soon as he was on the seat with the back between his arms and his body the binding began. His ankles were drawn back and bound to the back legs of the chair so that he was riding the chair like a horse with his legs apart and his wedding tackle in a very exposed position. A rope was wound around his cuffed wrists and then tied around his waist binding him to the chairback and another rope went around his head and between his lips and then down the back of the chair to be tied to the handcuffs. The rope in his mouth was probably quite painful and it distorted his face. As this process went on Terry began to revive and automatically tried to resist but his mind was still not functioning properly and he could not co ordinate his actions. It must have seemed to him that hands were everywhere and he was surrounded by malicious little pixies all doing different things to him. By the time we had finished binding him and we all stood back to observe our victim he was fully awake and pulling uselessly against his bondage. He was looking around, or as much as the rope around his mouth and head would allow, and he was making grunting sounds like a pig. I picked up a cardboard folder from the floor where Georgina had left it when she unpacked our bags. "Listen to me Terry. This is a folder of five signed statements detailing exactly what you have done to each of us. If we showed it to the authorities they would find it very persuasive and, at the very least, you would find that no-one came to the club anymore. We do have other copies so we will leave this with you for you to read and reflect on what pond scum you are." He had still been grunting into his gag as I spoke but I had moved very close to him and held the folder directly before his eyes. While I had been speaking Alex had levered the top off the treacle tin and, as I finished, she held it upside down over his head so that, very slowly, treacle began to run over his hair and down his face onto his naked body. Abi picked up an indelible black marker and began to very slowly and deliberately write "Pervert" on his belly. The letters were a bit wavy due to his squirming on the seat. Terry was very angry now as he pulled against his bonds making a lot of noise and causing the chair to rock from side to side. Fran reached down to our equipment store on the floor and picked up her mother's garden secateurs then she advanced upon Terry with the jaws open and the sharp blades exposed. Fran had murder in her eyes as she shouted at Terry to keep still. When Fran moved the blade towards his manhood Terry saw the wisdom of keeping still and he actually went quiet especially when he actually felt the cold steel touch his willy. His eyes were wide with terror now and I think he was trying to reason with Fran but it was hard to be sure due to the rope in his mouth. Alex had not put down the treacle tin so his chest and belly were now running with the sticky golden goo. Keeping the blade against Terry's flesh Fran told Terry to keep very still. She was smiling sweetly and speaking quite quietly but she frightened me and I was not in Terry's vulnerable position. Now Abi moved towards Terry with a green ink marker in her hands and Fran removed the secateurs but continued to hold them rather like a dagger at about the level of Terry's groin. Terry was still and silent as Abi lifted his willy between her finger and thumb as if it were a piece of refuse and began to paint the whole shaft green. The action of the pen against his tender flesh must have had an effect upon Terry as he began to erect which made it easier for Abi to finish her artwork so that soon he had a bright green rod pointing straight ahead and angled towards the ceiling. We had talked at some length about the next stage of Terry's torture. Initially some of us had not wanted to do it but then the dissenters had come around to the idea that it would be rather delicious and the perfect torment for someone of Terry's rather basic disposition. Fran and I nodded to each other and then we moved in front of Terry. I had harboured real doubts about whether I would be able to do what I was about to do but, now the time had come, it was all girls together and the bound and gagged figure in front of us did not really seem to be a person. As the other girls watched Fran and myself slowly turned around to give Terry a good view of our curves within the scant covering of our leotards and then we began to peel down our leotards revealing our very functional sports bras. Fran is quite a bit bigger than me in that department and she bent down so that her boobs were near to Terry's face and then straightened up as we both took our bra off and stood there posing and displaying our boobs to Terry. It was pleasing to note that his green rod was ramrod straight and bouncing slightly as he began to groan. Fran and I now pulled our leotards down and off leaving us in just little cotton briefs which we very slowly removed and then we stood giving Terry a clear view of our nude bodies and pubic fuzzbushes which we pushed out towards him. His groaning was louder now and he was trying to move towards us but, of course, the ropes held him in place. We noticed the rope in his mouth cutting very pleasingly into the corners of his mouth and little specks of blood beginning to appear as it broke the skin. We both had our knickers in our hands and we wafted them under his nose before I pressed mine to his mouth and wound them around the rope gag where they became covered in treacle but, I am sure, still gave him a good taste of girl. We had eventually agreed in the planning stages that all five of us would display ourselves to our helpless captive so that he would have the agony of being surrounded by naked young girls who were all just out of his reach. Now that Fran and I had led the way the other three arranged themselves in front of him and oh so slowly began to strip for his torment and frustration. When Abi, Georgie and Alex were naked they passed their knickers under Terry's nose and briefly draped them over his eyes before throwing them at his body where they stuck to the treacle. The trio then spent some time posing in front of him, turning around and bending so that he saw their clefts and then facing him and displaying their boobs and sticking out their pussies. Alex even put her fingers between her legs and gave him a little show. They said later that it was a wickedly delicious thrill like when you are very small and you show your body to your favourite uncle and your Mum lets you get away with it because you are little. All this certainly had an effect upon Terry who was making small groans and practically whimpering as he rocked on the chair desperate for relief of the pressure which was building up in his balls. By this time the treacle had run down his body so that he was sitting in a small puddle of goo and he made little glooping sounds as he moved. Georgie, still stark naked, reached out her slim fingers and very gently rubbed Terry's balls which only added to his tension. She made it clear that she could easily squeeze quite a bit tighter and poor Terry would be able to do nothing to prevent it. Of course lots of giggling and cat-calling was going on the whole time. While Georgie had been tormenting the gym leader Alex had run to the changing room and come back with the large plastic bag which she had left there when she arrived. We had arranged that Alex was the last to arrive so that Terry was in the gym with the rest of us and he had not seen her carry the bag into the changing room. The bag contained a feather pillow which we had bought for the purpose and Alex picked up one of the pairs of scissors which had come out of our gym bags. She waved the pillow in front of Terry and then slashed it open with the scissors so that it released a snowfall of feathers which fluttered down over his bound form and, of course, the feathers settled on his treacle covering. To our delight he sneezed which caused the rope gag to pull on his mouth and a trickle of blood began to run down his chin. The unfortunate Terry was surrounded by five jeering naked teenaged girls who were just out of his reach and his humiliation was not yet over. Abi picked up a pink elasticated hair scrunchie and slowly moved towards her helpless, struggling victim so that he had plenty of time to wonder what she was going to do. She then fitted the item around his ball sack and his, slightly wilting, member so that it provided him with a lovely feminine decoration. At the same time Alex picked up a pair of her lilac briefs which had slipped from his body onto the floor and she pulled them onto his head like a hat. That was when the cameras came out and we had lots of fun taking pictures of our gym leader so that we had a record from every angle of his humiliation. Our next act was to put the cameras down onto the floor and each pick up a pair of scissors then, standing in front of Terry, we began to cut all of his clothes into useless shreds. We were almost finished now but we still had a couple of things to do. I picked up a jar of strawberry jam and a teaspoon and began to spoon out great dollops of jam onto his groin area so that it mingled with the treacle on his penis and balls and made a sticky mess in his pubic forest. I found there was some jam left over so I dropped lumps of it onto his body and the others had fun rubbing it into him and making a lovely mess in his hair as he wriggled about in a futile attempt to avoid his fate. We were all drunk with power now and giggling helplessly which must have been terrifying for Terry as he had no way of knowing how far our vengeance would go. Some more pictures were taken and then Fran picked up a roll of pink parcel ribbon and began to wind it around Terry and his chair. She started at his head and worked all the way down to the floor so that he looked a bit like a pink pillar box with a couple of slits for his eyes. There were a few more camera flashes and then it was just about time to bring the day's fun to a close. I picked up the key to the handcuffs and held it a few inches from his nose. "We are going to put this key on the floor behind you. When we talked about it most of us thought that you would probably be able to tip the chair over and wriggle to a place where you could reach the key to free yourself. Of course we don't know how you would be able to get to your car without any clothes on but that's your problem." Fran now took up the speech. "If you don't get free by the morning Mrs Sprocket will probably free you when she comes in to clean. You'd better hope that she doesn't open our little file of incriminating statements over there on the floor. We have lots of lovely pictures of you which we might decide to put on the internet. If you come anywhere near any of us or if we even hear anything bad about you we WILL take our statements to the authorities." Terry was now screaming into his gag and his eyes were wide. I think he was saying that we couldn't leave him like that – but we could. Just as a final touch Alex reached between the ribbons around his head and pulled the lilac knickers down over his eyes then we went into the changing room to wash the goo from our hands and get dressed. When we were dressed we returned to the gym to gather up all our equipment so that nothing remained there which was ours. As we left we chorused our various farewells to our gym teacher. My Gym Teacher Ch. 02 "So long, Terry." "Be a good boy." "Don't pee on the floor." "Give our love to Mrs Sprocket." "Don't get too cold." I have no idea whether Terry did get free before Mrs Sprocket went in to do her Sunday morning cleaning because none of us ever went back to Gym Club but I do know that the club closed down after that weekend. My Gym Teacher I could hear him grunting as he pulled the knots tight and then he spoke in a cheery and matter of fact way at the same time as I felt him groping my pussy and my boobs. "I'm going out to lunch now. Unfortunately I can't take you so you will just have to stay hungry and thirsty. I will come back later sometime. You can just stand there like a good girl and think how you can amuse me when I come back in a few hours. I didn't bother to gag you; you can scream as loud as you like but no-one will hear." He finished masturbating me leaving me just on the brink of arousal and I heard his trainers squeaking on the floor as he walked away from me. I pulled uselessly against my bonds as I heard water running and guessed he was sluicing out the bucket in the lavatory. A little while later I heard the front door, and then I was alone. It was impossible to stand still. My body instinctively struggled against the ropes but there was really no point. All I could do was to keep shifting my weight between my one foot on the floor and my wrists far above me. I wondered how many people had a key to this place and was struck by the very real fear of someone coming in to polish the floor and finding a naked girl totally unable to defend herself or to prevent him from doing whatever he chose to do to me. I would not even be able to identify him as I would not see his face. I reflected that Terry, the man whom my parents trusted to teach me gym, had taken me sexually before tying me up instead of afterwards. I suppose it was more fun to use a girl who was not bound and therefore, at least theoretically, able to struggle. Of course I had no sense of time at all and my mind began to wander. Terry had tied the knots which held me expertly so there was no slack at all and I wondered how much practice he got. As we went through our gym routines or chatted to him about forthcoming competitions was he eyeing us up and deciding whom to target next? I thought about my parents who imagined that I was at this moment practising gym and, oddly, I thought of my sister and how she would cope with being in my situation. I have no idea where that thought came from. I was a little too cold and the ropes were hurting me and yet I pondered the fact that Terry had been right. The abuse which he had heaped upon me matched quite closely the sort of things which I had written about in my stories. Was I a freak or did every woman secretly dream of being taken against her will? When we played games as children it was always the girls who got kidnapped and tied up. I had the vague feeling of being close to some fundamental truth without quite being able to grasp hold of it. When I heard the front door all my muscles tensed which caused me to take a deep intake of breath due to the sudden cramp. I strained my ears to pick up any clue to who could have come into the building but for an age I could hear nothing at all. My heart was pounding and my ears almost ached due to the intensity with which I was listening. Then I heard a squeak like a mouse. He must have been moving carefully across the floor so that I did not hear his footsteps but his sole had squeaked on the polished floor. So now I knew he was in the hall with me but what was he doing? Why did he not say anything? Suddenly there was the unmistakable sound of a camera and I saw the flash even inside my hood. He was photographing me as I stood there naked and bound. All I could do was stand there as he took several pictures and then I felt him untying my ankles. I moved very carefully as my legs were very stiff but soon I was standing with both feet on the floor and he whipped off my hood leaving me blinking in the light. He was standing just in front of me grinning like an idiot. "Hello Vomit. It's time for some more fun. I am going to untie your hands and you are not going to do anything stupid are you?" What could I do? I could run but he would catch me and I could hardly run outside the building stark naked. He climbed the wallbars and released my hands so that I could cautiously pull my arms down in front of me and begin to massage my wrists as I looked warily at my captor wondering what he was going to do to me. He told me to move onto a white sheet which was hanging from the bars a bit further along the wall. He must have rigged it up while I was still tied and hooded. It was a bed sheet and it was fastened to a high bar so that it hung down covering the bars and flowing onto the floor so that I could stand on it and it provided a back cloth. Then he picked up his very professional looking camera from the floor and began to give me directions. Terry photographed me in many positions and he was not happy unless my facial expression was as he wanted it. In some pictures I was smiling, in others pouting and in others he had me trying to look sultry and "making love to the camera". I particularly did not like posing for the shots where I had my fingers between my legs apparently masturbating myself but he kept saying that it was all about discipline and learning to follow instructions. Some of the shots had me doing the same floor moves as I did in Gym Club but normally when I leaned backwards my pussy was covered by my leotard rather than naked and exposed to flash photography. Eventually he was satisfied although I really did not like the thought of him having those pictures. Was he going to use them for even more blackmail or would he just jerk off to them when he was at home? Perhaps he had a library of Gym Club girls who had been made to pose for him. Terry was a worm. "Time for the final test now Chicken. This is a real test of discipline. Get yourself over the horse; at the double." He pointed to the vaulting horse but I walked to it. I was not going to run whatever he said. Then he told me to lay on top of the horse with my legs hanging down. "What are you going to do?" Terry bent down beside the horse and when he came up he was holding a crook handled cane which must have been lying behind the horse all the time. "No Terry. Please don't hit me. I've done everything you said haven't I?" "We talked about pain didn't we? You remember, taking pain and not giving up? I could have tied you down but you are going to lay still of your own accord and when you have taken your discipline you can go home." It is really difficult to explain. I could have argued or even just jumped down from the horse but would I have won? You have to remember that I have had years of doing what Terry told me every Thursday evening and on top of that I had the experience of this Saturday when he had dominated me beyond imagination. Whatever the reason and whatever you think of me, I lay still and waited for him to go around behind me out of my view. I felt the cane rest across my bare bum then it lifted off, there was a swish and I lifted my head and screamed in pain. He waited for a short pause for me to settle down. "Well done Julie. You took that really well. Now get ready for the next one." I bit my lip and lay down again with my arms folded on the horse under my chin. Once again I heard that terrible swish and he caught me in the very tender crease where the top of my leg met the rise of my left buttock. This time after the initial scream I doubled around on myself and gently felt the raised wheal with my fingers. "You're doing really well. Get down again." After four strokes my whole bum felt as if the skin had been flayed off and I begged him to leave it at that but he was very experienced at getting girls to go just one step further. He poured on the flattery, he told me how proud he was of me and he tempted me to see how many I could take. And so it went on. Soon he developed a pattern of two strokes at a time in rapid succession before I had time to move out of the way and some of my stripes now crossed other stripes. I was not actually bleeding but he had broken the skin and each lash brought a new shrill howl of pain from me. I lost count of how many I took but it ended with him sitting on the floor beside the horse with me weeping on his lap as he hugged me and praised me as his "Special champ". Of course my legs were on his lap with my bum overhanging the lap in fresh air. We actually kissed; not the vicious tongue hockey of last Thursday but tender little kisses as he wiped my eyes with his handkerchief. Eventually he gently told me that it was time to go home. He was talking as if I was about ten and had to go home after a party. I crawled across the floor to where my jeans, jacket and top had lain since he had stripped me and I cast around for my undies but they were not there. "You need to let the air get to your bum and anyway I get to keep them as trophies." "Can't I have my bra?" He smiled and shook his head. "You don't really need it do you. You are lovely and firm and you won't bounce around." My jeans really hurt my poor bum as I pulled them up and wearing my top without a bra felt very odd. My nips rubbed maddeningly on the fabric. I was very careful to zip up my jacket to give me as much covering as possible. Before I left he hugged me and kissed the top of my head which made me feel unaccountably "nice". When I walked out into the street I was feeling very confused. I didn't know whether to love him or despise him. I didn't want to say much when I got home so I went straight upstairs and spent a long time in the shower. There is a slight sequel to this story. Terry likes to have the email addresses of his girls so that he can send out club information and two days later he sent me an email with a link to a website. It was the sort of website which nice girls don't look at in fact, as it featured lots of pictures of naked girls, most girls would not want to go to the site. Terry had pasted those pictures of me onto other backgrounds but there was not the slightest doubt that it was my face -- and my everything else -- which was there on the screen for everyone to see. My mouth fell open and I blushed as I stared at myself apparently disporting myself in a bedroom. None of the pictures showed me bound to the wallbars. I can only assume that he kept those for his private amusement.