4 comments/ 293382 views/ 39 favorites Hot Teacher Enslaved Ch. 01 By: likebadfun Mrs. Lucy Harper (43) was proud of her academic standards. Teaching school was her calling. Just last week she had gotten one of her students expelled for cheating on a test and making wolf whistles when she turned her back. She was accustomed to appreciative whistles from male admirers as she walked home. And no wonder, at 5'6" her hour-glass figure with 36C bust would turn any man's head especially considering her tight sweaters and skirts. But impertinent students making wolf whistles at a teacher was totally unacceptable. She hoped 18 yr. old John would learn his lesson from this incident. Lucy really enjoyed her conservative life with her successful husband and her teenage son. Hers was a loving, respectful family. The only dark cloud was her son's gambling habit. A few weeks after expelling John, she discovered her son Brian had borrowed money from an inner city gang known for its violence. He had lost the money gambling and the gang had threatened to kill him if he did not pay up. It was a frightful lot of money and she did not understand how he could have gotten into the clutches of this gang. She agreed to meet with two gang members at a coffee shop to arrange a settlement. Unknown to Lucy, John was a member of the gang and had, in fact, tricked Brian into borrowing and gambling. It was a set up to get revenge on her. "Well, well, well. Mrs. Harper, we meet again." John grinned at Lucy's discomfort as he took in her conservative brown jacket, ankle-length brown skirt and white blouse. Then he offered, "I'll buy you coffee to show there's no hard feelings." Getting the coffee he pretended to put cream and sugar in it while actually pouring several drops of an extremely powerful and addictive drug that had fallen into the gang's possession. Lucy took several large gulps of the coffee to calm her nerves and then said, "You loaned Brian $20,000. He can't pay. I can't pay. Can we please make a deal?" "Well, Mrs. Harper, maybe we can cut a deal. But why don't you just finish off your coffee first. We'll go for a walk in the park across the street where we can talk without prying ears." John stalled to let the drug take effect. Lucy nervously gulped the rest of the coffee. She didn't like the idea of going anywhere with these hoods but she needed to help Brian. Entering the park, Lucy felt strange, hot, turned on!! Why? She couldn't understand. She felt wobbly on her feet, her head spun. Opening her eyes, Lucy found herself in a dirty, dingy room with a dozen young hooligans. This must be the gang clubhouse! How did she get here? She was on her knees, her wrists tied to a chain hanging from the ceiling! Her jacket was lying on the floor. Oh gawd, what was going to happen to her!? She looked up. "What do you want? Please let me go. I'll raise the money somehow. Please." She struggled to her feet. A vicious slap stung her face. John grinned. "First you will entertain us. Then we will make arrangements for you to EARN the money. Remember, interest is 20% per week so you will have to EARN a lot for us." Lucy spluttered, "Earn? How? What do you want? Let me go!" Her feet wouldn't hold her up; she was dizzy. Strangely, just as in the park, she felt turned on. "I hope you enjoyed your coffee. There was something a little extra in it." John smirked again. Realization dawned on poor Lucy, "YOU DRUGGED ME?? Let me go. Please!" Lucy pleaded even as her breasts warmed and her nipples hardened. Her face seemed to be blushing. And she was wet!! What was in that coffee?? The biggest, meanest looking thug, mid-20s, came forward, grinning from ear to ear. He touched her cheek, caressing. His hand slid to her blouse then ripped her blouse right down the front exposing her beautiful, proud breasts in their lacy white bra, the one she had bought to tease her loving husband. Her red nipples became rock-hard, jutting through the thin material. "Look at these old school teacher titties. Nice, huh? She's hot! Let's see what she's hiding down below." The big, muscular hood guffawed in her face and she heard loud laughter all around the room. They were all leering! She could do nothing hanging from the chain. His breasts felt very warm. She could feel a warm sensation between her legs. Oh gawd! What kind of drug was it? The same hood unzipped her conservative brown skirt letting it fall to the dirty floor. More laughter. "See. School teacher's panties are damp. Let's see why." The horrible man snorted then seized her panties and tore them off exposing her mature, patch of dark hair protecting her womanhood. She gasped as his finger drove into her pussy and wiggled. He brought it out displaying it to the leering low-lifes. "See. Wet. She's hot. Old but hot. Ok teacher, time to start earning the interest on Brian's loan. Entertain us." He almost doubled up with laughter. The hooligans all got up and stripped in front of her, waving their dicks tauntingly. John let the chain drop and prim, proper Lucy collapsed on the floor. In seconds, naked bodies swarmed her, ripping off her bra, squeezing, pinching her breasts. Pulling her nipples! Twisting her hard, erect, red, mature nipples. Others had their fingers stuck in her cunt, rubbing. She was amazingly well-lubricated. Cocks everywhere touched her everywhere. Squeezing, poking, and pinching. "Please stop. Don't. Please stop. Don't. Please. Stop. Stop. Please. Don't. Please. Don't stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Lucy's desperate pleas went unheard and shockingly changed their tone. She was pleading for more!! One by one the gangsters spread her legs, plunged their dicks in and pumped hard, watching her breasts heave, filling her cunt with their cum. Some grinned, one slobbered on her face. Three fucked her tits and jerked off over her face so that sticky cum dribbled down her hot cheeks. Two more turned her and turns fucking her ass while another two took turns sticking their ugly rods in her mouth cutting off her air until they exploded in her mouth filling it with their salty cum. Helpless to stop them, poor Lucy found the drug even made her enjoy the abuse. The louts cocks pounded her with ease as her hot, wet pussy eagerly felt their hot, stiff members bringing her to ecstasy. Lucy, the devoted wife, shuddered as her waves of joy convulsed her drugged body. As each gangster entered and violated her, Lucy felt wave after wave of ecstasy. The last one squirted in her hair, laughed and stepped back watching her chest heaving and shaking from the humiliation. Next, they held her arms and legs while John approached with a dry razor. Soon her pussy was shaved bare like a white chicken. Another thug approached holding someone that buzzed and looked like a needle. It jabbed Lucy's shaved pubes over and over until finally he stepped back, surveyed his work and said, "Enjoy the tattoo, it's our gang emblem. You will always bear our brand -- the sign of the blood-shot eye!" "That was the down-payment. The drug is highly addictive. You will die if you don't get more. You will make another payment 3 times a week, more if we feel like it. Some of our clients want old bitches like you. If you satisfy them you should be able to pay off the weekly interest and maybe a bit more." The gang leader sneered then said, "Take the old bitch and dump her in the park." Fainting, she woke in the park, naked, red marks all over. Looking down, she was appalled at the tattoo on her shaved pussy. Her brown jacket and skirt lay a short distance away. No sign of bra, panties or blouse. Her heart raced as she thinking about what had happened. What would happen next?? Would they come back for her as threatened? Could she tell her husband? How would she explain the evil-eye tattoo?! OH GAWD NO!! Hot Teacher Enslaved Ch. 02 Mrs. Lucy Harper (43) bawled her eyes out all evening dreading what she would tell her husband. She had tried to protect her teenage son, Brian, from a gang collecting on his gambling debts. The hooligans slipped her a strange drug then a dozen of them stripped her and callously used her body. Worse, the drug made her enjoy the humiliation. They shaved her pubes and tattooed the shaven area with an evil eye saying it was their gang emblem. They warned her that the drug was addictive and she would die unless they gave her more. She couldn't tell her husband what had happened! How could she explain the tattoo -- or the bruises covering her body? What could she do? The shock was made her go to pieces. Three showers and she still felt dirty from their filth. By the time her husband, George, came home at 11pm, she finally had herself under control, her eyes dried and make-up covering the redness. Lucy melted into George's arms in relief. He, feeling quite amorous swept her off her feet and directly onto the bed, untying her bathrobe. Wide-eyed, taken aback, he stared at her shaven pussy and outrageous tattoo. "What the hell have you done to yourself? Lucy, what is that?" Lucy, the normally prim and proper school teacher, trembled in fear but managed to lie: "I..I..I thought, maybe, that is, I wanted to look sexy for you. I thought shaving might be sexy." "Shaving?! That's a hell of a lot more than just shaving! What the hell is that, that thing? That eye!" George was horrified. "George, I love you. Please understand. I accidentally picked the wrong tattoo. It was dark. I thought I was pointing at a red heart." Lucy stammered another lie. "You went to a tattoo parlor? You had them tattoo your privates? Some tattoo artist touched your privates?" George was outraged and stormed out. Lucy heard the door slam. A car screeched away and she wept most of the night. George returned the next day, moved his clothes into the spare bedroom and refused to speak to her or listen to her. She went around in a daze the next two days, mumbling and stumbling in front of her class. Late on the second day, she abruptly felt painfully sick and dizzy. Lucy felt desperately in need of something and shuddered at the realization she needed that filthy drug those monsters had given her. By morning she was doubled up in pain and nausea. George pointedly ignored her. The phone rang. It was John, the student she had gotten expelled, the student who belonged to the gang. "Good morning Mrs. Lucy Harper. How are you?" John was so polite. "What do you want? What have you done to me?" Lucy's weak, sick-sounding voice pleaded. "Thought you might like a treat, that's all. I have some more of that coffee additive you liked so much a couple days ago. You probably need it by now. Besides, it's time for you to start earning some money to pay off Brian's loan." John chuckled, enjoying himself. "Please, don't do this. Leave me alone. Just give me the drug. Anything. Just give me the drug. Please." Poor Mrs. Lucy Harper was confused and desperate. "Here's the deal. You will drive to the park now and pick me up. I'll give you today's dose. Then you will pay for it. Tomorrow I'll give you more and you can start paying off Brian's loan." John took charge of the conversation following with detailed instructions. "You will wear black lace stockings, your highest heeled red shoes. No panties. No bra. I want your big tits to bounce. Wear a short skirt, not one of your knee length ones. This one must be at least 6" above your knee. If you don't have one, cut that pink skirt of yours to size. Wear a white, see through blouse with the top two buttons undone. Put your hair in two school girl pigtails and wear a pearl necklace. Oh, and smile my sweet. We're going out to dinner and dinners on you." Lucy wilted at the mortifying demands but meekly agreed; she needed the drug right away. The only black lace stockings she had were the ones she used to please George. She had no red shoes but did have a black stiletto pair. Having not a single short skirt she reluctantly but rapidly cut and hemmed her favorite pink skirt. She finished the ensemble with the sheer blouse she only wore late at night for George. She had no choice; it was her only sheer blouse. Finally, she braided her hair into long pigtails like a small school girl and put on her pearl necklace. Anxious to get her drug dose so she would stop feeling sick, Lucy let herself quietly out the side door, quickly rushed to the car, got in and drove off unaware that George had watched in shock from the upstairs window as his wife of 20 years sneaked out wearing shocking, immoral clothing. John, wearing a blue suit, hopped into Lucy's BMW, and handed her a glass of coke, "Drink up my dear Lucy. This is today's dose." Lucy's shaking hands clutched the drink and she downed it in one gulp. Hoping it would act fast. "Now drive to Clyde's English Pub on 59th. I'm hungry." John did his polite routine again. Entering the pub, Lucy felt hungry, wolfish eyes following her, watching her hips sway in the short skirt, her breasts jiggling in the sheer blouse. By now the drug had started working and she felt much better. However, like last time, she also felt horny! Her tits had hardened and her face took on a rosy flush. Thank God they were in public and just having dinner. Still, she wondered what this bastard John had meant when he said she would have to pay for her drug. John spoke to the young waitress, "My mom and I would like a quiet booth by the window. The one with the red plaid table cloth will do." The waitress took them to the booth all the while eyeing Lucy's short skirt and see through blouse. It was obvious to her that Lucy wore nothing underneath. A mother going to dinner with her son and wearing a see through blouse and no bra!! The waitress obviously thought that Mrs. Lucy Harper lacked proper morals. This, to her surprise and worry, made Lucy feel hornier. The young waitress took their orders: John ordered oysters and a 20 oz. mug of beer for Lucy and Bangers & Beans with a glass of red wine for himself. "Really I don't like beer, thank you. And that's far too much anyway." Lucy protested. "I don't give a shit whether you like beer or not. I ordered it; you're going to drink every ounce. I give the orders here and you obey or no more drugs and we collect our debt from Brian's hide." John's sudden vicious reply frightened Lucy who became very quiet. When the drinks came, John spoke again, "Do you know what Bangers & Beans are?" Lucy was accustomed to English style pub-fare, "I'm sorry, no I don't." "Bangers are long sausages. Do you like sausages?" Lucy became wary, "Uh, sometimes, why?" "First drink all the beer. Right now. I mean it. Drink it right down." John grinned, having fun with his reluctant dinner partner. Lucy stared at him in dismay. The beer was huge! She couldn't possibly! Her fear was a wonderful motivator. She drank. Gulp after gulp. Every time she stopped, John would get a fierce look and she would immediately start again. Finally, the mug was empty. She was sure she would get drunk. "Now get your ass under the table and eat my sausage." John snarled. Lucy, shocked yet again, said, "What??" "You heard me you uppity bitch. Don't school teachers know how to eat sausage? Get under the table and suck my cock you asshole." John enjoyed humbling the teacher who had him expelled. Such sweet revenge. Lucy, turning pale, hesitantly, slid under the table hoping no one would notice. She saw John's legs were spread wide and he had already unzipped. She hesitated another minute until a swift kick struck her left breast leaving a dark shoe mark on her blouse. She reached into his pants and was not surprised to find he had no shorts on. His hot cock was already hard and hot. She pulled it out, looked at it and realizing that the drug had made her so horny her nipples were rock solid and her cunt was slippery wet. The throbbing cock had a drop of precum showing John was highly aroused too. Her tongue tentatively touched the end of the rod, absorbing the drop. Salty. She licked the shaft and slowly enclosed it with her hot mature lips sliding them up and down the shaft the way her husband always enjoyed. Drawing it in further she felt it stiffen and jerk a couple of times. "Excuse me sir, is everything ok." The waitress returned. "Yes thank you. Everything is just wonderful." John replied in a somewhat strained voice. "Would you like to join us?" Lucy had stopped sucking when she heard the waitress. John kicked her again to make her continue. "Thanks for the offer but I have to work. Where's your mother?" The young waitress asked curiously. "Oh she's right here under the table. She drank her beer too fast. Bit of a lush you know. Would you like to look?" John replied with an earnest look. "Really I should get back to my work. Sorry you're having trouble with your mom." Lucy was mortified at the conversation but obediently continued sucking John's pulsating rod. She even started rubbing her own clit; it was easy to get at because of the short skirt and no panties. As she felt his cock become ready she tried to stop but he only kicked her again. Reluctantly she continued sucking up and down worried that he might actually shoot in her mouth. She had never experienced that before and the very idea was disgusting. At the last instant, she panicked and pulled her mouth off his cock. Bad idea. His cock, unable to hold back any longer, exploded over her face and hair. "Come out teacher so I can see what you look like after a facial." John callously ordered. Lucy slowly crawled out from under the table. Several patrons noted the scantily clad middle-aged woman come out from under a table to sit with the young man. Her face was messy. John grinned and said, "That paid for today's drug dose. After I eat dinner you will start paying off your son's debts. Meanwhile, you can look at your food but don't eat. Beer works better on an empty stomach. Oh, and don't wipe your face." Just then the pretty young waitress noticed Lucy's messy face, a gob of cum sliding down one of her pigtails and remarked, "I'm sorry ma'am you seem to have some kind of goop on your hair and face." "It must be the raw oyster juice," John laughed raucously looking at Lucy's beet red face covered with his cum. The young waitress, feeling for John, and thinking how his mother must have early Alzheimer's, said, "You poor, poor man." Hot Teacher Enslaved Ch. 03 Three weeks now and Mrs. Lucy Harper, (43), the school teacher, was incessantly forced to submit to the gang's pitiless orders to perform. She had no choice; she had to pay her teenage son's $20,000 gambling debt -- or else! At 20% interest per week! Poor Lucy had already lost 10 lbs from fear, stress and humiliation. Four times each week they forced her to debase herself by having sex with their "clients" in a luxury hotel; after school, during lunch break, after supper. She never knew when the dreaded call would come. They had utter disregard for her feelings, her emotions. The clients ranged from foreigners like the Arab prince and the French count to a local mobster, Fat Tony. They used her body in the most degrading ways, sometimes violently. Worse, they had gotten her addicted to a terrible drug that caused her body to get pleasure from the depravity. The pain from missing her drug dose was excruciating. Lucy's husband had refused to speak to her since discovering she had shaved her pussy and had it tattooed with a garish eye. Not her choice; the gang did it. She was sure George believed she was having an affair. The phone rang. It was John; the student was the gang member who had tricked her son into gambling with gang money. The gang had put the sleaze-ball in charge of her and he regularly helped himself to her "services". He was worse than the others. "Good morning Mrs. Lucy Harper. How are you?" John was so polite. "Please, not today." Lucy begged. "Thought I'd come over and keep you company. Your son, Brian, is at soccer practice and you're probably feeling lonely. Besides, we need to discuss the loan payments, you're falling behind." John laughed. "Please, no. Just give me the drug and leave me alone. I've done everything you've demanded. Please." Lucy Harper was very distraught. "The loan payments; It must be almost paid off by now?" "Paid off? Are you kidding? Look here you old bag, you have to work harder. We have expenses, the drug costs money, there's sales commissions. You're way behind! The loan is up to $25,000 now. I'm coming over right now to collect another payment. See you, honey." John hung up. Lucy wilted; the loan had gone up? She almost fainted. John was coming to her home! Thank god George was out of town on business. John arrived minutes later; obviously he had called from just around the corner. Lucy was wearing the peach-colored business suit she often wore to school. John just had a red bandanna, black t-shirt and old jeans. He sneered while looking her up and down. "Here take your medicine and let's go upstairs. I haven't seen your bedroom yet." John shoved a cup of coffee, laced with the drug, into her hand and pointed at the stairs. Lucy's hand trembled as she downed the drink. Her muscles became weak as they walked up the stairs, John's hand squeezing her bottom. He smelled of booze again. In the bedroom, John snickered as he opened the curtains and turned on the light. "Please. Close the curtains. My neighbors can see in. Please don't do this." Lucy pleaded hoping John would, for once, show some compassion. "Good. Let's entertain them." John looked at poor Lucy with derision as he took hold of her shoulders and yanked her suit jacket down exposing her pretty pink blouse. Lucy just stood there trembling knowing it was no use struggling. Besides, the drug was starting to take effect; her nipples had started to stiffen. John's sneering face looked into her eyes as one hand forced her chin up so she had to look at him. The other hand softly caressed her cheeks. Gently pulling her to him, he roughly kissed her lips forcing his tongue in, pushing her own tongue aside as he callously searched her mouth. One hand now clutched her ass hard forcing her into his crotch while the other hand unzipped her skirt. Suddenly he pushed her onto the bed while grabbing at her pretty pink blouse; it ripped right down the front. The buttons flew off. Lucy's 36C breasts heaved in the restrictive black bra. Fear mixed with a warm sensation between her legs as the drug made her body once again start to betray her. Grabbing her skirt he just yanked it down and off, paused to gaze at her white cotton panties then stuck his fingers in the panty tops and ripped them off too. Lucy tried to squeeze her legs together to protect her naked, shaven, tattooed mature pussy. She felt wet; the hated drug again. John's contemptuous face laughed at her as he reached down, grasped her bra and tore it off too, breaking the clasp at the back. He ogled her up and down taking in her hard red nipples at the tips of her trembling breasts, her arms laying weakly at her sides, her pretty, smooth, bare legs ending at her hot looking, wet hairless cunt. "Lucy my sweet school teacher; take my clothes off and fuck me as if I was the last man on Earth." John sneered yet again. As her arms reluctantly and weakly started to obey, the phone rang. "Answer it, but don't stop undressing me. Talk to whoever it is while we fuck." John seemed to get more excited. Lucy was appalled. Answer the phone while John had sex with her!! She answered the phone, "Hello?" "Hi Honey! It's George. I've been thinking about the last few weeks. I want to be with you again." "George!" Lucy felt sick. She had yearned for George to talk with her again, but with John here?? Oh gawd! John's tongue licked her ear as he whispered, "Undress me old bitch. Let him listen to our fucking." Lucy's shaking hands continued to undress John, pulling his t-shirt over his head, unzipping his jeans and letting them slide down. John's cock leapt up. As usual he had no underwear. "Lucy. Are you still there?" George asked. "I, I'm still here. I love you George. I have to go now. Bye." Lucy tried to get George off the phone. John grabbed her nipples and twisted cruelly, "You don't get off that easy. Make sure he stays on the phone, bitch." His hot throbbing cock slid along her tummy toward her tits. "I want to talk with you, Lucy. What are you doing that's so urgent?" George's voice was plaintive. "Just marking some papers." Lucy watched John's cock slip between her breasts. His hands squeezed her tits on his throbbing member. She gulped. "You sound nervous. Is anything wrong? Something you want to tell me?" George sounded concerned. "George. I...mmph!" Just as Lucy started to speak, John suddenly thrust his pulsating cock between her lips and into her mouth. He pumped hard causing a wet slapping sound as Lucy's tongue tried in vain to push his cock out. "Lucy! What's that sound? What's going on?" George was startled. The wet fleshy sound continued mixed with the noise of John's large balls slapping on Lucy's chin. Just as he felt himself ready to burst, John pulled out and quickly slid down to Lucy's wet, bare pussy. He dragged the phone down too and promptly began licking her cunt making sure there were lots of loud slurping sounds. "Lucy! What's happening?!" George called with growing alarm. John paused and spoke into the phone with a jeering voice, "Hi George. Lucy's real wet. I was just fucking her face. Now I'm eating her cunt. Next I'm going to fuck your wife's brains out. She really enjoys it. Here, let her tell you." He handed the phone to white-faced quivering Lucy whispering, "Say: I love the way he fucks me. Or you won't get anymore drug." John resumed his cunt-lapping. Just as he sucked on her hot button, Lucy gasped into the phone, "Uuh, ooh! I love the way he fucks me." All she heard was a banging sound as George slammed the phone down. John stopped licking. His fingers continued to squeeze her wet pink button causing her body to shudder as he chortled, "Gee, I hope George enjoyed that as much as I did." He sat on her tummy letting his cock again rest between her breasts as he grasped both hard, red nipples and tweaked till she cried out in pain. He enjoyed watching the tears flow down her cheeks from her watery green eyes. The way her weeping curled her lips turned him on all the more. One hand massaged Lucy's left breast while the other repeatedly slapped the right one until both breasts were bright pink from the abuse. Lucy's erect mature nipples throbbed from John's tweaking, yet he would not stop. John dragged his balls and cock down below her tummy until his throbbing member felt Lucy's soft, smooth hairless slit. It was juicy, wet. First he rubbed his balls on her sticky cunt then aimed his hard rod and slowly slid it into her defenseless pussy until every inch had disappeared. The phone rang again. John picked it up, heard George's voice and put it to Lucy's ear as he started pumping for all he was worth. Lucy heard George's voice, "Lucy, who the fuck is that? Get him the hell out." Lucy could only respond, "Uuh, ooh! Aah, aah! Aaaah!" John's long, hard rod rammed her tender hole fiercely as the drug robbed poor Lucy of all resistance. As John's rigid shaft finally erupted, Lucy let out a final scream of ecstasy and again heard the slamming of the phone. John forced Lucy to walk naked with him to the front door, holding his sticky, limp rod. The door burst open. Brian said, "I'm home Mom." Then his jaw dropped and his eyes popped wide. John grinned, "Hi Brian. You missed a good fuck. Bye." George flew home that night and he and Brian immediately moved out.