3 comments/ 312272 views/ 24 favorites Tormented Teacher Ch. 1 By: Humble Carol Allen checked her watch. Seven thirty. She sat back at her desk with a sigh that was partly relief and partly frustration. At least she was finally finished grading papers for the quarter. She pushed a stray hair out of her face and put the stack away in her desk drawer. She reminded herself to lock the school door on her way out. Everyone else was long gone and since it was a Friday the building would be empty until Monday. It was a hell of a way to spend a weekend, thought the attractive thirty year old as she gathered up her things. But she might as well get her work finished. There was nothing waiting for her at home except an empty apartment. At least this way the paperwork was done for the weekend. Carol glanced down at her gradebook, making sure she had recorded all of the scores correctly. A 50 caught her eye and she shook her head. Brian Dunross. He was definitely going to be trouble. She was certain a confrontation was coming and she was determined to win it. Dunross was a leader, that was the problem. A tall, muscular senior who was used to getting his way. He had flirted with Carol from the first day of class, obviously counting on his charming good looks to earn him a good grade. When Carol had insisted he work, Dunross had rebelled, making it difficult to teach the other seniors in the class. She had been looking forward to working with the older students, but now had a bunch of eighteen year olds who were making her life hell. The 50 was the last grade and Carol remembered the look on the boy's face when he got the test score. Trouble ahead and she knew it. She turned out the lights and locked the door. In the hallway, her shoes echoed hollowly as she made her way through the empty school. The building felt so different now, so quiet after the daytime that it made her a little uneasy. She heard a sound from around the corner, a noise that sounded like the rustle of clothing. No one was supposed to be in the building and she moved to the far side of the hall in an effort to peer into the next hall, pulling a can of mace from her purse. Cautiously, she peeked around the corner, relieved to see that the hallway was empty. She walked past the woodshop, not noticing a movement in the shadows. As she went past the door to the classroom, her arms were suddenly seized from behind. The can of mace flew from her fingers and rolled down the hall as she was dragged inside the room. She struggled desperately but there were two people holding her arms and a third grabbed both her legs in a tight grip as they threw her roughly onto one of the tables used during shop class. "Let me go or I'll scream," she threatened, her voice fearful. "Go ahead, nobody's going to hear you," said a familiar voice. The lights came on and she stared into the eyes of Brian Dunross. She was being held down by three of his cronies and she twisted her head to see that a dozen other students, both girls and boys, were standing around the table. "Let me go!" she demanded. "Nope. We've got some business to attend to first," Dunross told her. "You've been making it hard for us all quarter and it's got to stop. I want my grade changed. I need an "A" in this class to get into State next year." "You'll get the grade you deserve," Carol said angrily. She twisted and bucked but couldn't break free. "Tie her," Dunross ordered and two girls put ropes around her wrists and trussed her to vices anchored on the edge of the table. "Legs too," he said and Carol felt her ankles being tied in the same manner. "What are you doing?" she demanded. Dunross smiled coldly. "You'll see." He turned to a workbench and picked up a pair of metal shears, clicking them open and shut. Some of the students laughed as he clowned around with them. He walked to the table and used the shears to make a small hole in Carol's pullover blouse. Inserting on blade into the hole, he began slowly cutting the garment. Carol felt the cold metal moving across her stomach. "Stop this right now!" she said desperately. "I'll tell you what, teach, " Dunross said with a grin. "Call on somebody. If they say stop, I'll stop." Carol searched the faces of the teenagers, certain that there must be one friendly face. She saw Amy Bowers, an "A" student and felt relief. "Amy," she said. The blond eighteen year old licked her lips and leaned forward with a strange look in he eyes. "Do it. Finish cutting." The others clapped as Dunross quickly sliced the thin fabric of the blouse, ripping it off and throwing it aside. He had cut just under Carol's breasts and he calmly cut up the middle of the remaining piece, and pulled the rest off. He playfully rubbed Carol's flat stomach and wiggled his eyebrows in a comic leer. "Now the skirt," said Brad Toms. "Here, you do it," Dunross laughed, handing the other boy the shears. Toms brutally attacked the garment, yanking it from under Carol's body. Now, she wore only bra and panties. The groups stared hungrily at the partially nude body of their teacher. Carol worked out daily and her firm stomach was testimony to her efforts. Her breasts were barely contained by a lacy bra and her panties consisted of an almost transparent thong. "Try again teach," Dunross tormented, motioning at the students. Carol desperately called on Sarah Smith, hoping the girls at least would be more sympathetic. One look at the boy's faces told her she could expect no help there. "Take it all off," Sarah said, giggling. "Go ahead, Brian," urged another. Dunross used the shears to cut away the last of her clothing, baring her mature body to the lusty stares of the students. The room was quiet now and Carol saw that the group was crowded in around the table. She could almost feel the heat as they moved closer. "Go ahead," Dunross urged. "She can't do anything about it." Tentatively at first, then with growing urgency, hands began roaming her body. They were not all male. Defenseless, Carol could only squirm as her nipples were rubbed and pinched, her stomach stroked and her pussy explored. Someone who knew what they were doing began an expert manipulation of her clitoris, pinking it into arousal. Despite herself, Carol felt her body begin to respond to the assault. It has been so long since she had been physically involved that her reaction was one of hungry longing rather than revulsion. Her nipples became hard as stones as she twisted back and forth in her bonds. "Hey look at that," Tammy Johnson said with a laugh. "Her nipples are all hard. She must like it." "That right, teach?" Dunross asked. "You like this?" Carol didn't answer, trying to deny the sensations flooding her mind. Fingers continued to poke into her pussy, lubricated now by her own fluids. "Man, she's wet as hell," laughed Ben Smithers as he pulled his hand away, glistening with Carol's juices. "What now guys?" Dunross asked. "Do a double, " Tammy urged. That'll be wild." "Ok, Ben, you and me," Dunross said. Carol raised her head and watched in horrified fascination as the two boys stripped. She knew that she was close to an orgasm and she fought against it, embarrassed to be so open in front of her students. Ben climbed onto the table, kneeling over her with his knees snugly against her armpits. Carol felt her hips lifted as some cushions were jammed under her. Seconds later, Dunross teased the opening to her pussy with the tip of his cock, using his thumb to rub her clitoris at the same time. An involuntary moan of desire escaped her lips. "You've been screwing me all quarter. Now it's my turn," Dunross told her. Suddenly, Carol found that she wanted it as bad as he did. She lifted her head to lick at Smither's cock, opening her mouth so that he could push it further inside. Smithers leaned forward on his hands and began to pump back and forth, mouth fucking Carol. She closed her eyes and used her tongue to further stimulate the shaft as it slipped back and forth over her lips. The crowd urged the two on as Dunross began to brutally fuck the tied teacher, slamming into her with enough force to make her grunt with each thrust. It was as if he were trying to use up three months of frustration in one night. Carol wished she were untied so she could pull him even further into her, but met him thrust for thrust as best she could. Smithers came first and Carol felt his cock jerk twice before filling her pretty mouth with warm, salty fluid. She swallowed as fast as she could, humming in ecstasy as Dunross continued to fuck her. A moment later and her pussy was drenched as he shot load after load inside her, crying out as he emptied his balls into his willing teacher. The two boys rolled off, to be replaced by Amy and Sarah. Carol found herself licking Amy's bush, her tongue lapping eagerly at the sweet young flesh. Sarah was busy between her legs, licking and kissing Carol's swollen pussy, finishing what the boys had started. Carol had not reached orgasm and Sarah's expert licking was pushing her close to the edge. Carol's hips, with a mind of their own, thrust themselves at the girl, eagerly seeking release. With an intensity that surprised her, Carol felt a sudden, overwhelming climax. "God, oh God, oh God, lick me," she cried out, pulling her mouth away from Amy. Amy grabbed her hair in both hands and forced Carol back onto her pussy. Carol frantically licked at the teen's opening, slurping down the juice as if it were some sort of sexual elixir. Amy cried out as she came and Carol felt the young student's hips buck wildly as she slipped into orgasm. Carol eagerly sucked at Amy, moving her head back and forth until her mouth was glistening with wetness. Finally, she slumped back down, exhausted, yet still strangely aroused. Looking around, she saw that the group had paired up, turned on by the performance and busy with each other. Amy and Sarah climbed down, each taking the time to give her a long, deep kiss, their tongues caressing hers with a promise of future delights. Dunross climbed back on top of his teacher, smiling as he inserted his erection inside her. Carol made no resistance. "Ummm, that feels good," she sighed. "Think we can change the grade?" Dunross asked as he teasingly moved slowly in and out. "Oh, oh, oh...I guess so..oh God...keep fucking me...yes, ok, we'll change it, just don't stop...keep fucking....keep fucking..." "Oh, I'll do that," Dunross promised. beginning to hump his muscular body against hers. Carol groaned with pleasure and began thrusting back to meet his plunges. Dunross paused above her, making Carol whine in frustration as she attempted to push him further inside her pussy. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "We'll do this every day?" Dunross questioned, enjoying the power he held over the beautiful woman. "Uh...I don't...oh...ok, ok, just don't stop...please fuck me..whenever you want, wherever you want...just fuck me..." Dunross was happy to oblige, already planning what to do now that he had won. He had some ideas. Thank you for taking the time to read the story. Please remember to vote and to view my other submissions. Tormented Teacher Ch. 2 Carol read the handwritten note stuck in her teacher's mailbox. "After school today. 3 o'clock. Wrestling room." She quickly stuffed it into her purse before anyone else could see it, her heart beating faster. She had no doubt that the note was from Brian Dunross. She wondered for a moment what would happen if she simply refused to show up, then realized she had no real choice. Before the students had released her the previous Friday night, they made her promise to give Brian a blow job. She had eagerly agreed and enthusiastically slurped his dick to a sloppy orgasm. While she was performing the oral sex act, one of the students had been filming her on videotape. She had not realized what was happening until it was finished, at which point Dunross had threatened to send the tape to the Board of Education if she did not do what they wanted. The following Monday, Carol had dutifully changed the grades in her gradebook. Dunross had been cooperative all week in class and the others had followed his lead, though she caught them smiling secretly at her during class, causing her to blush in embarrassment. Carol had been on pins and needles all week long, certain that something awful was going to happen because of the incident, but nothing had. The grades for the quarter had come out the day before and she hoped that the meeting with Dunross was to acknowledge that she had kept her side of the bargain. It was a weird situation. On the one hand, she was frightened that word would get out, ruining her forever. But at night, alone in her apartment, she had relived the memory a dozen times or more, playing back every single scene. Invariably, she would have to reach into her nightstand and get out her vibrator to bring herself to climax, her pussy aching with a strange unfulfilled desire. Carol made sure the note was well hidden and tried to concentrate on her classes. Dunross was cooperative again in class and Carol convinced herself that everything was cool. When the bell rang, he lingered for just a moment, then walked by her desk, quietly saying, "See you after school today, right, teach?" Carol fumbled for composure as she replied, "What are you talking about?" Dunross laughed. "You got the note. Just be there." The rest of the day was a blur and Carol sat in her classroom after the last bell, watching the hands of the clock move slowly toward three. When she felt she could delay no longer, she began walking toward the wrestling room, located in a part of the building she wasn't familiar with. The school had built an addition for the wrestlers, connected to the main building by a long, dark hallway. She found the small, dingy room, full of dozens of mats. With the season not yet started, the room was empty. Carol paused at the door and peered in through the dirty glass. She couldn't see anything because the lights were out. She pushed open the door and walked inside. The room smelled of ancient sweat and cracked rubber from the mats. With no windows, the place was hot and odorous. Her shoes clicked loudly on the wooden floor as she hesitantly made her way along the wall searching for a light switch. She clicked it on and was relieved to see the room was empty. Mats, rolled into huge cylinders, lined one wall. A glance at the wall clock showed her that it was five after three already. She decided she could leave without repercussions. If Dunross was late, she thought, that was his tough luck. Carol was convincing herself this was a dangerous game and one she could not afford to play. She could not lose her job and this could sort of behavior never stayed secret for long. If the principal found out about it, she would be gone in the time it took to fill out a form. She practically sprinted for the door, a weight lifted off her shoulders now that she had made a decision. No matter how much it aroused her to think about it, she could not do this sort of thing ever again. As she reached the door it swung open, barely missing her as she saw Dunross and several boys she didn't recognize. "Going somewhere?" Dunross asked, firmly taking her by the arm and leading her back into the room. Carol had no choice but to go along. "Ok, I'm here," she whispered, conscious of the stares coming from the other students. "What do you want?" The other boys broke off looking to unroll several of the mats, covering a large section of the floor. "Want?" Dunross echoed. "I just wanted you to be here so we could have some fun." "What kind of fun?" "Oh, you'll see." "I'm not staying here, Brian. Look, I did what you wanted and you got your "A". We're done, as far as I'm concerned." "That's right, you did, and I appreciate it. But after all, there are three more quarters in the year. How do I know you'll keep your word about the rest of the year?" "If I did it once, I'll do it again," Carol said angrily. "Yes, you will," Dunross laughed. "You told me you would give me the tape after I changed the grades," Carol said, trying a new direction. "As far as I'm concerned we're through." "Well, I lied. Besides, it seems to me you were agreeable to what we did last week. I don't know why you want to stop now." "If someone finds out I'd be fired," Carol pleaded. "I'd be out of a job and probably thrown into jail as well." Dunross saw the look of panic on her beautiful face and was more turned on than he had ever been in his life. He ran his eyes over her long dark hair, seeing the fear in her beautiful brown eyes. Looking at her firm body, he knew that this was a dream come true. There was no way he was letting this get away from him. "I guess you'll have to do everything I say then, won't you? If anyone ever accuses you of anything, you can just tell them you were with me on that day, tutoring me. No one will doubt the word of an "A" student. Now, stop whining and enjoy yourself. I watched you the other night. You really dug what was happening, so why fight it?" The boys had the mat set up and pulled off heir sweats to reveal wrestling tunics. Carol saw that they were all muscular and trim and the skin tight tunics emphasized every line. The outfits showed lumps in the groin area and she looked away. All of the wrestlers began doing warm-up stretches, looking at her from the corner of their eyes. There were six of them all together. Dunross walked to the door and taped thick sheets of cardboard over each window before locking it with a loud click. He walked slowly back to where Carol nervously stood. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just a little pre-season practice." "Why am I here?" "You're the prize. The winner of each match moves on and the one who wins the whole thing gets you." "You must be out of your mind," Carol said angrily. "We'll see. You sit over there and watch. Which one do you like? Just think, in about twenty minutes you can be fucking one of these guys with that sweet pussy of yours." The boy's words and commanding manner were making Carol aware that she had no control in this situation. She did not know what to do. These boys knew she was a teacher, but Dunross had the upper hand and if she walked out, she knew he was perfectly capable of sending the tape where it would do her the most harm. Maybe she could use her authority to see that the story did not spread any farther. Dunross must have read something in her face because he said, "Don't get any ideas about getting out of this somehow. In fact, you are going to tell everyone the rules of this little competition." Dunross called everyone over. "OK, guys, let's get things started. We're going to have a little elimination tournament to get us ready for the season. Single elimination." "Why is Ms. Allen here?" one asked. Carol was silent, her face flushed and red and her breath ragged. Dunross was loving every minute of it. "Go ahead and tell them," he ordered. "I'll give the winner a prize." "What kind of prize?" Carol stared down at the floor and said in a small voice, "I'll do whatever the winner wants me to." "Anything?" laughed one. "Are you kidding?" Carol shook her head and sat shakily down on one of the mats. The boys stood around smiling and one said, "Man, Dunross, you said you had something special, but I never thought it would be anything like this. Let's get started!" They began the matches and Carol watched the lithe young bodies strain and sweat as they sought to defeat one another. She had never watched a wrestling match before and was amazed at the s sudden violence of some of the moves, bodies slamming to the mat with explosions that shook the gym. Almost against her will, she began to look over the young athletes. She settled on one as her favorite, a slender boy who moved with almost feline grace as he won his matches. Most of the boys were clean-cut and fresh looking. There was only one she took a dislike to, a swarthy, bulky wrestler who seemed to delight in doing the most damage to his opponents as possible, twice throwing them bodily from the mat. As luck would have it, these two faced off in the finals. Both were covered in sweat, their hair matted under their protective headgear, their tunics soaking wet and their breathing heavy. Both stared at her for a moment before walking to the center of the ring. "OK, this is for the prize," Dunross reminded them with a leer. The boys were evenly matched and they strained against each other without one being able to establish dominance. For ten minutes, they pushed and shoved, neither able to gain the points necessary for a win. Both were obviously tiring. Dunross sized up the situation and called a time-out. "This match is a draw," he declared. "They can share the prize." Both boys ogled Carol and she could see the fabric around their groins stretch as they got erections. They stood where they were, however, obviously unsure of how far they could really go. After all, Carol was a teacher. Dunross was prepared for this. "I think you should start by giving each of the winners a kiss," he said. Carol walked slowly onto the mat until she stood between the two boys. Both were a bit taller than she was and she was acutely conscious of the musky odor of their bodies now that she was trapped between them. The heat came off them in waves. Carol looked at Dunross and saw that there was no backing out. As long as he had the video she was at his mercy. She leaned toward the one she found most attractive and gave him a kiss. She turned and quickly kissed the other boy, feeling the scrape of stubble from his whiskers as she pulled away. That broke the ice and the two stepped closer, effectively pinning her between them. Carol faced the first boy again just as he put his arms around her. This time he gave her a deep kiss, his tongue swirling inside her mouth and his lips warm on hers. She could feel the lump at his groin pressing against her and the wetness of his body as he held her tightly. Releasing her, he spun her around to the other boy, who roughly pulled her to him, brutally kissing her. Carol found his style uncomfortable, but he was strong and she had no chance to escape. She hoped that the boys would be satisfied with merely kissing her. Her hopes of further degradation were dashed when the boy ran his hands possessively over her body, watching to see her reaction. When she made no protest, it encouraged him to take further liberties and his hands cupped her large breasts, kneading the fleshy orbs through her blouse. Part of Carol wanted to pull away, but she knew she could not. She saw the lust flare up in the boy's face when he realized she was not going to resist anything he did to her. "Take off the blouse," he ordered, stepping back to give her room. They all watched as Carol slowly unbuttoned the garment, slipping it from her shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor, where he kicked it aside. The boy behind her quickly undid her bra, flipping it away with the comment, "You won't be needing this either." Her naked breasts stood proudly and her nipples were hard with desire. The brutal wrestler glared hungrily at the partially nude teacher. "Now the skirt," he growled. Carol obediently unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, pushing her tiny panties down at the same time. She knew there was no getting out of this and now she was no longer thinking of how to avoid what was about to happen. These two eager boys were anxious to fuck her and Carol was just as anxious to be fucked. She was getting into it and being naked in front of male students was proving to be turning her on just as it had the previous weekend. The burly wrestler shoved her hard from behind and Carol stumbled toward where the other boys were sitting on a mat. She fell on top of them and immediately four pairs of hands were attacking her erotic zones. She made no attempt to get away, arching her back to thrust her tits farther toward the boys and opening her legs to provide easier access to her waiting pussy. "Ooohh, that feels so....oh yes...so good...Oh, God...do me, yeah, make me cum..." She pulled one of the boys to her and hotly kissed him, her tongue snaking its way inside his mouth. She didn't care that the boy was an inexperienced kisser and was unable to respond in kind. Her only thoughts were of getting fucked, taking eager young cocks into her body and milking them dry. The boys pushed her to her feet and shoved her back in the direction of the mat, where the two winners, now naked, were waiting for her. Their bodies were lean and hard, shiny with sweat. Carol saw that the roughest one was as thickly pelted as a bear, with a magnificent cock pulsating slowly back and forth. He was at least nine inches long and the gigantic organ drew her like a flame draws a moth. She could hardly wait to feel it inside her, filling her and stretching her until she would scream with pleasure. The blood pounded in her temples and she was out of control. "My god, you are huge!" she exclaimed. "Ever been fucked with something like this before," he said with a grin, lightly tugging on the end. Amazingly, it seemed to grow even thicker. Carol couldn't answer. She was too excited and licked her lips invitingly. The boy shoved her roughly to the mat and spread her legs, an operation Carol was only too happy to assist him with. She spread her pussy lips with one hand and guided him to her with the other, sighing with ecstasy as he slid into her already lubricated channel. She was filled completely and she clutched frantically at the young man, the mere size of his dick almost enough to induce an orgasm all on its own. Bigger was definitely better. "What are you waiting for?" she panted. "Fuck me!" "Yes ma'am," he laughed. He slammed his two hundred pounds violently down onto the willing teacher, pinning her to the mat. Each thrust drove the breath from her lungs and Carol felt like she was impaled on something other than flesh and blood. He had no technique, but Carol was not in the mood for skill just then, merely relief for the incredible heat spreading up from her pussy to engulf her entire body in flames. It felt like she was on fire and she knew she would be bruised and sore the following morning. He was like a machine, shoving himself deep within her and grunting like an animal as he got closer to coming. He saw the look of joy on her face and increased the tempo, causing Carol's eyes to roll back into her head and making her moan out loud as wave after wave of pleasure swirled upward from her middle. "That's it...that's it...just fuck me...harder!...harder!" Stars exploded behind her eyes as she went over the edge and her body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. The boy was snorting like a barnyard animal, but that only excited her more. When he rolled off, Dunross called out, "Next!" and the other climbed into her waiting arms. He was much smaller than the first and Carol felt him come inside her after no more than a dozen strokes. She was still unsatisfied and Dunross, sensitive to the moods of his new love slave, said, "I really think you can do something for the others. On your hands and knees!" Carol obeyed, her breasts hanging heavy beneath her. She saw that the other boys had pulled off their tunics and were lined up on the mat, sporting erections. "I think you can handle four blow jobs," Dunross said. "Do you?" A slave to her passion, Carol whispered, "Yes." "Good, then go to it. Without getting up," he said sharply as Carol started to rise. She quickly dropped back to her knees and crawled to where the first waited. She licked the head of his cock, tasting the sweat from the confinement inside the tunic. The odor was heavy and overpowering, but it did not turn her off at all. Opening wide, she engulfed the entire dick in her mouth, using her tongue to swirl around the big head. Bobbing her head back and forth, she slurped the wrestler's cock, using her hands to lightly rub his balls. It was not long before she felt the organ stiffen, then spurt a mouthful of salty jism into her, splashing warmly against the back of her throat. She swallowed it and moved on to the next. He was so anxious that he came bare seconds after she wrapped her warm lips around his cock. The third boy lasted longer, reaching forward to hold her head in place while he fucked her mouth. Carol accepted the treatment with an avid excitement, enjoying he dominance the young studs had over her. She was more than willing to do whatever they wanted. The last boy reached under her to pinch her nipples back into erection, turning her on all over again and making her gasp as she unsuccessfully fought to control the shuddering of her body when small orgasms raced through her. She was going out of her mind with excitement and lust. Saliva dripped down the sides of his dick to pool in his dark pubic hair. Carol wanted the feel of hot come jetting into her mouth. She pulled back until she could suck on the head like it was a lollipop. Her nipples were sending little shivers of excitement through her entire body and she found herself wanting to be fucked again. Suddenly, the cock began spurting and Carol eagerly sucked every bit of juice from it, sitting back and wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. Her eyes were half-shut as she savored the feeling inside her. "I didn't tell you to sit, did I?" Dunross snarled, bringing her out of her daydream. "No." "On your hands and knees," he commanded. Carol immediately did as she was told and the others began laughing. "Man,you got yourself a trained dog there, Brian," one said. "You're right. Isn't that right, teach? Are you my dog?" Carol didn't say anything. "Well, answer me. Are you my dog?" "Yes," Carol whispered, ashamed at not being able to hide her arousal. "What? I didn't hear what you said," Dunross said. "Say it loud enough that everyone can hear." "I'm your dog," Carol said loudly. "Your dog!" They began making howling noises and Carol blushed. "I think you'll be a good dog, won't you?" Dunross asked. "Yes." "And you'll do what you're told?" "Don't I always?" Carol said bitterly. "We'll see. Tomorrow, I want you to wear a skirt to class, with no panties. Understood?" Carol nodded. "Let's see, we need something to remind you that you belong to me." "A collar," one of the others suggested. "All dogs wear a collar." "Good idea," Dunross laughed. "OK, teach, there it is. Every day, you wear something around your neck like a collar. A scarf, a chain, whatever, until I find something better. Understand?" "Yes," Carol said huskily, helpless before the power he projected. "Now, what better way to end the afternoon than a little doggy-style fucking? Turn around and back over here." Carol turned until she was facing away from him, then began backing to where he sat. He kneeled behind her and freed his cock from his pants, angling her hips so that he slid quickly into her pussy. Carol ground her hips against him as his dick found entrance to her well lubricated channel. Dunross grabbed her around the waist and began to roughly fuck her, pulling her toward him with every stroke and filling the gym with the meaty smack of two bodies coming together. It wasn't long before she heard him groan fill her with one more load. Tormented Teacher Ch. 2 "Once more now, what are you?" he teased. "Your dog, dammit, your dog." "Good. Just remember that and everything will be fine. What are you going to wear tomorrow?" "A scarf around my neck, a short skirt, and no underwear." Dunross noticed that Carol had added to his directions and he was delighted. There was almost nothing he couldn't make her do and he decided to push the limits now to see where they were. Or if they existed. "Right, no underwear at all. No bra either. I want you to wear a button-down sweater, the shortest skirt you have and nothing underneath. Now, during class tomorrow, sit me in the back somewhere. Give everyone a test so their eyes will be down and while they're taking it, come and stand beside me. I'm going to give your pussy a quick little feel. Got it?" Carol pictured it all too clearly. Her breathing got heavier as she imagined spreading her legs so this impudent little bastard could have free access to her pussy. The first flicker of renewed horniness flared up in her as she nodded. "I've got it." "Well?" "You want to finger-fuck me in the classroom. Don't worry, I'll arrange it." "Good. Now, one last time, say you're my dog and I can do whatever I want with you." "I'm your dog. I'm yours, whenever you want. Anytime." "Good. See you in class, teach. Or should I say, 'Spot'?" The others laughed and Carol blushed, knowing that she didn't care what Dunross called her as long as he satisfied her like he had so far. She was already looking forward to the next day. Thank you for reading. Please remember to vote and read my other stories located under "Loving Wives" Hope you enjoyed this so far. Tormented Teacher Ch. 4 "Aaaahhh!!! Of god!!! oh god..." Carol moaned. Amy took the the pins off and applied the paddles directly to Carol's tits. The blades squashed the tender nubs between them, twisting them back and forth. "You like this, slut?" she asked. Carol screamed as one orgasm after another rolled through her body. Her whole world exploded in a daze of pleasure. She thrust herself upwards and her breasts were mashed between the rotating paddles, sending incredible pleasure waves throughout her body. Amy moved the mixer to let it work its magic directly on Carol's pussy. Amy turned a knob on the back of the machine and it moved to the highest setting, making the blades whirl until they were almost invisible. She touched it lightly to Carol's clitoris and Carol cried out, "I'm coming...coming...I'm coming...!!" Amy kept the machine right where it was as Carol was helpless to do anything other than enjoy the sensations. She was soaked with sweat and her face was a mask of pleasure and lust. "Please...no more...no more," she said weakly. "Quiet," Amy told her, putting the paddles back onto Carol's clitoris. Carol screamed out as she jerked helplessly back and forth in her bonds, unable to escape the cruel blades. Amy laughed and finally took the machine away. "Anytime I call, you'd better be there. Understand?" "Yes...I will...anything..." Carol said weakly. Thank you for reading. I appreciate feedback. Please remember to vote and to view my other stories. Thanks. Tormented Teacher Ch. 5 Carol reached into her nightstand and pulled out the magazine she had bought recently at an adult bookstore. It carried ads from people offering all sorts of services and she picked through the offers, looking for something specific. Carol had decided to try to find an adult who could satisfy her need to be controlled. She found one that seemed promising. "Are you a bad girl? Do you need to be punished? I will teach you discipline." It gave a P.O. box as a return address. Carol rented a box of her own the next day and sent a short note to the address on the ad, signing it "Curious" rather than using her name. She wanted to be certain the ad was legitimate before getting in any deeper. Within three days she got back a thick envelope. she drove home quickly and ripped it open with trembling hands. Inside was a letter and a smaller envelope that felt like it contained photos. She read the letter first. "Dear Curious (it read) You sound like you need someone who can make sure you get what you deserve. I have enclosed some pictures to show what you can expect when we meet. Call the number below as soon as you get this. The longer you wait, the longer you will go unsatisfied." Carol opened the inner envelope and pulled out several large photos. They took her breath away. They were in color and were very explicit. In the first, she saw a muscular man wearing a black mask which covered his entire face. He wore black leather pants and boots and was shirtless. He was muscular and trim. In his hands he held a long whip. Carol licked her lips as she imagined what it would be like to be at the mercy of the stranger. The second picture showed a blond woman chained to a pole, her arms handcuffed over her head. She was naked and her head was thrown back as she screamed. The man in the first photograph was applying the whip to her naked stomach and the camera had cunt him just as he wrapped the long leather thong around the woman's ribs. In the third shot the woman was on her hands and knees. Her hair was being grabbed by the man, who was pulling her head up and forcing her to suck his long, thick cock. She had her eyes closed and her mouth had engulfed several inches of the man's erection. The last shot showed the woman being penetrated from the rear while administering a blow job to the man in leather. The second man in the picture was as heavily muscled as the first, and was holding the woman by her hips, his fingers digging into her waist as he roughly pulled her to him. Carol felt herself getting wet as she imagined being in the woman's position. She took several deep breaths to calm herself, then dialed the phone with trembling hands. "Hello," said a deep male voice. "Hello...I'm calling about...I just got a letter with this number..." "Who is this? What is your name?" he demanded. "I'm 'Curious'." Carol said, biting her lip. What if the whole thing was some kind of joke? "Did you like what you saw, Curious?" the voice asked harshly. "Are you looking at the pictures now?" "Yes," Carol whispered. "Is this what you are looking for, Curious?" Carol's heart was beating wildly "I think so." The man chuckled and ordered, "Tell me what you look like." "I'm 5'6" and weigh 125 pounds. I have long brown hair and brown eyes." "How big are your breasts?" "36C." "Excellent. What is your name?" Carol hesitated. She couldn't believe she had called a complete stranger and she was unsure whether she should reveal her real name or not. "You can call me Curious," she said softly. "First lesson is to always do exactly what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Is that understood?" The voice was harsh and arrogant and Carol felt herself responding to it. "Yes." "Then tell me your name, now!" the man shouted. "Carol Allen." Saying her name to a stranger who wanted to use her sexually was turning Carol on. It was a thrill and she was feeling the beginnings of arousal. Her hand slipped into the waistband of her skirt and began massaging her clitoris. "Carol Allen?" The man laughed cruelly. "Well, Carol Allen, I definitely think we should get together. Tomorrow. Be at the mall parking lot at exactly seven o'clock. Park next to the entrance and wait for a blue van to pull in. When it does, blink your lights twice and then get out of the car. The van will pick you up and bring you to me. Your life will never be the same after tomorrow night, Carol Allen." The phone went dead. She was at the mall on time the next night, her palms sweaty and her mouth dry. This was far different from allowing Brian Dunross and his friends to have her. She was about to put herself at the mercy of strangers. She knew it was dangerous, but somehow that added to the thrill of it all. She saw a dark van pull into the mall and blinked her headlights twice before getting out of the car and locking the door. The van cruised slowly toward her, stopping fifteen feet away. it only had windows in the front and back and they were tinted so she could not see inside. She slowly walked toward the van and a hand came out of the driver's window and pointed her toward the back. Carol walked around the vehicle and opened the door. she had a brief glimpse of carpet inside before she was jerked off her feet and dragged into the interior of the van. She was thrown to the floor as the van shot out of the parking lot. It was too dark to see anything, but she had the impression there were two men in the back with her. "Strip," ordered a voice from the darkness and when Carol hesitated a hand reached out and ripped the front of her T-shirt, exposing her bra underneath. Before carol could react, the other man roughly pulled the garment off her body and threw it in her face. "You heard him. You want us to rip the rest of your stuff off or will you do it yourself?" "I'll do it," Carol said, frightened and also aroused by the power in the man's voice. She unclipped the bra and pulled down the short skirt she was wearing, taking her tiny panties with it. She was naked and the two men began running their hands over her body. "Lean back on your hands and don't move," she was ordered and Carol complied, allowing both of to arouse her tits and probe her already moist pussy. One stuck a finger inside and began a fucking motion, which caused Carol to begin humping back against his hand. The other grabbed her nipples in both hands and began to cruelly flick and pinch them until Carol thought she would faint from the sensation. "Oh, god, that feels so good," she murmured. "She's ready," one of her attackers said. "Let's go to the house." A canvas sack was pulled over Carol's head and her hands were swiftly handcuffed behind her. Minutes later,the van stopped and carol was forced to step out, naked and nervous about where they were. The unknowing created a brand new wave of desire within her and she was practically panting form excitement by the time they entered the house. She couldn't hear very well because of the sack and of course could not see anything either. She was led down what felt like a long hallway and through a door. Carol was pushed into a chair and her ankles were tied with rope tot he legs of the chair before her bag was ripped from her head. She was in a large room that looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. The walls were made of stone and had different contraptions hanging from them, constraints made of leather and attacked with chains to the masonry. One wall held a rack of whips, ranging in size form small ones only a few inches long to thick ones that were three or four feet long. Her eyes were drawn to the other people in the room. There were a half dozen men and two women, all dressed in leather. The women wore skin tight halter tops, which left their flat stomachs bare. Both were in fine shape and looked young. It was hard to say for certain since they all wore masks. The men were wearing leather pants and vests. They too, wore masks. All the people were staring at her, hungry looks in their eyes. One of the men said, "This kitten needs discipline. She answered my ad and wants to be controlled. Isn't that right, Carol?" Carol could only nod, bringing laughter from the group. The man walked to the wall and selected a long metal pole with a pear shaped object on the tip. The other end had a long wire and he plugged it into a socket before turning to Carol. He pushed the pear shaped plug in Carol's pussy and flipped a switch. The pear began to rotate. He began moving the rod in and out and it was easy to see that Carol was humping back at him to try ot get maximum penetration. He kept it up for some minutes, until Carol was moaning and trying to force her way upwards. "She's ready for some games. Who's first?" "I am," said one of the men, with the build of someone who works out religiously. He untied carol and carried her to the wall, where he secured her to wrist and ankle restraints. He leaned close and licked her cheek. "It's especially nice when you scream," he said softly, sending a chill down her spine. Carol watched as he selected a thick whip from the rack and walked to the center of the room, flicking it a few times and finally cracking the air with a sound as sharp as a pistol shot. With an underhand motion he sent it to slap against her unprotected body. Carol compared his powerful strokes with the ones she had received so far. He suddenly snapped the whip against her, causing her to cry out and try to squirm away. "I'll tell you when to move," he snarled. "Sorry...it hurts so much,,,sorry..." One of the women said, "Let me have a turn then." Carol thought she might get a reprieve, but he woman was actually worse. She whipped Carol's tits, stomach and finally landed a blow right against the center of her pussy, practically causing Carol to pass out from the pleasure. She used one finger to probe inside Carol's pussy and said, "She must be ready, she's as wet as an eel in there." The woman moved closer and began kissing Carol. Their tongues briefly dueled with each other before her tormentor held her head in one place. Carol felt a warm tongue moving over her skin, gently nibbling at her ears, then moving down to her breasts. Her nipples were licked and sucked into arousal and Carol felt the heat of it once more coursing through her body. "Tie her down," her mistress commanded and Carol was transferred to a padded table and tied spread-eagled. A man lowered his pants and kneeled over her, allowing her a good long look at his equipment. without any foreplay, he sunk his cock completely in Carol's pussy, thrusting hard and roughly pawing at her nipples. She gasped and thrust her hips up at him. "That's it, fuck me good. Ooohhh yes...that's it." "You weren't given permission to talk. Shut up," he said calmly. Carol did as she was told. One by one the men took their turns with Carol and she satisfied them all. Then one of the women climbed onto the table and squatted over Carol. "Let's see how well you use your mouth for something other than talking," said the woman. Carol obediently began to nibble at the clitoris of her tormentor, determined to get her off in record time. The woman allowed Carol to stimulate her pussy for a few minutes before climbing down. Carol was sweaty and begging to be used further, amusing the woman who reached out and pinched Carol's nipples cruelly. "Talk to us, Carol," she ordered. "What is the wildest thing you have ever done?" Carol told them the story of the barn and there was a surprised silence. "Well now, you aren't the innocent you appear to be are you? Who took you to the barn?" "Some of my students," Carol answered. The woman looked at the others and they began to laugh. "I don't think we'll need these any longer," one said and they began taking off their masks. Carol was shocked to see that the group included Mr. withers, her principal, as well as other teachers from the school. The woman whose pussy she had been licking was Liz Jones, a first year science teacher who was only twenty-one years old. The others were all members of the faculty and Carol suddenly felt very exposed. "Well, boys, let's stop fooling around and give carol a nice gang-bang, " Withers ordered. The others began to do just that. Carol was forced to suck a cock while she was being fucked and for the next thirty minutes, she was a plaything for her fellow teachers. including the two women. The other woman, Melissa Mills, held Carol's face to her pussy while Liz Jones, licked Carol. Both women reached climaxes within seconds of each other. Before Carol was untied, Withers said, "Stop by my office first thing Monday morning, Carol. We need to talk about you taking on some extra duties while at school." Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Please remember to vote and feel free to e-mail me with comments.