0 comments/ 17559 views/ 9 favorites Let the Music Play Ch. 01 By: Foreboding Lacy Stanton belted out the final note of her solo and slowly sashayed toward the choir stand behind her. The director had warned her before about showboating, but she was really just enjoying the music and the crowd who had gathered to watch the rehearsal in the university's music room. She loved swaying her wide black hips as her large 36DD breasts bounced seductively. She knew she was beautiful. Plenty of men at her college had told her she had full sensuous lips and bedroom eyes, and that they wanted to fuck her. But she wasn't interested in sex. She wanted to SING! The choir launched into the next song that included dance moves Lacy didn't know. She hadn't learned them yet but her pride wouldn't allow her to squirm off to the side. Instead, she attempted to dance along. The crowd cheered, and she relished the attention. All her life, she'd wanted to be on stage and her dreams were finally coming true at the tender age of nineteen. "What the hell are you doing?" Mr. Freeman, the choir director, shouted over the music. "Performing!" she yelled back. "Get off my stage!" Lacy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the public rebuke. Who did he think he was talking to her like that? Freakin' old man. Okay, he wasn't that old. Mid-thirties, she'd guess. Towering above six feet with smooth dark skin, he was the fantasy of most of the women in the school. But he and Lacy had never gotten along. Mr. Freeman signaled the choir to stop. "That's it for the day. Lacy, I'd like to see you in my office. Yeah, right! Lacy stalked off in the opposite direction but before she could take three full steps, a hand gripped her arm so hard she cried out. "I said I want to see you in my office," Mr. Freeman whispered in a menacing tone. He steered her down the hallway as the other students stared in surprise. As Mr. Freeman stormed into his office, he pushed Lacy so hard she fell onto the black futon pushed against the wall. Her head plowed into the metal arm and her vision blurred. As she squeezed her eyes closed to clear her vision, she heard the door slam, the lock click, and the swishing sound of blinds being closed. Before she could get her bearings, he snatched her up by her arm and tossed her onto her back, trapping one leg against the cold, hard metal as he dropped to his knees and covered her mouth with his hand. "You play too much. Anyone ever told you that? Stunned, it took Lacy another few seconds for the full impact of her position to hit her. She began to struggle. Pushing at his chest with both arms, she screamed into his hand. Mr. Freeman laughed. "No one can hear you. Besides, who would come to your rescue, you little bitch? No one likes you." Tears began to leak out of the corners of Lacy's eyes. For the first time since she'd left home, she was really scared. Even when her mother's drunken boyfriends had stumbled into Lacy's room, she had never feared them, believing that her mother would protect her. Until Mr. David... "Did I hurt your feelings, little girl? Maybe if you were nice people would like you. You're a stuck-up, smartass bitch, and I'm sick of your attitude. And the worse part of it is you're no better than any of the other students. You're the product of a poor, single, teenage mother who probably whored herself the way you do." Lacy froze, caught off guard by the accuracy of his statement—as least what he'd said about her mother. Lacy was far from a whore. But how did Mr. Freemen know about her mother? And did he know about Mr. David, the things he'd made her do? "Surprised?" Mr. Freeman asked sarcastically. "Yeah, I did a little research." Lacy began struggling again, her fear growing in spades. She'd never seen Mr. Freeman so angry, and didn't know what he would do. She saw his eyes drop to her breasts. They were rising and falling hectically, nearly popping through her white top. None of her clothes were revealing but in this position, her breasts were pushed up enticingly. Using his free hand, he flicked the first button free. "How many men have sucked these sweet things, I wonder," he murmured, his voice deepening with desire. The second and third buttons popped free with her struggle, revealing a pink bra that barely contained her breasts. Mr. Freeman tugged her breasts free and drew one of the silky buds into his mouth. Lacy's tears flowed faster as she pleaded into his hand to stop. "Please stop," she cried, though the words were muffled. His touch was electric, instantly flooding her body with heat. He switched to the other breast, his touch gentle despite his harsh words. Her pussy tingled, grew heavy with need, and shame washed over her. "You slut!" she could hear her mother screaming. "You want to play with fire? I'll let you get burned," she'd threatened when she'd found Mr. David in Lacy's room jerking off, as she'd stood frozen in fear. "You better do whatever David says. Please him and he won't hurt you. Too much." With that, her mother had slammed out of Lacy's room, leaving her alone with Mr. David and his sadistic grin. Mr. Freeman's fingers trailed across Lacy's flat belly to the edge of her blue jean miniskirt. She froze as her gaze flew to his. Oh, God. What was he going to do to her? Maybe if she didn't fight him, he would stop. He didn't like it when she was defiant, right? Lacy forced her body to relax, and she watched for his reaction. At nineteen, she'd only been with two men and neither of them willingly. Mr. Freeman smiled. "That's my girl. You like this, don't you?" No! she screamed silently, afraid that if she spoke the word out loud, he'd become angry and determined to prove her wrong. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties and liquid warmth began to spread out from her lower belly. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. "I like how your body responds to me. Watch this." His fingers strummed her clit and her body automatically arched against his hand. "See? Your body likes this." Lacy closed her eyes in confusion and shame. How could she like being touched by Mr. Freeman? She hated him. He pressed his thumb to her center and her legs fell open as much as her pinned position would allow. His laughter echoed in her ears and she cringed with embarrassment. He moved his finger against her clit in a circular motion as he slowly and deliberately pressed two fingers into her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat as she forced herself to lie perfectly still. "You're wet, you little whore." Mr. Freeman rubbed his thumb over her lips, forcing her to smell and taste her own juices. The scent of sex filled her nostrils and she inhaled deeply, her body skyrocketing toward an orgasm. Fresh tears spurted into Lacy's eyes as she lay on the sofa, her top open and her legs spread wide. Her body burned with desire but she refused to cum. He couldn't get away with this, could he? But how could she stop him? "You fuckin' whore," he whispered in her ear. "You're a slut. You like being fucked, don't you? You want me to take you right now, you dirty little whore." He pushed his thumb into her mouth and she sucked greedily, unable to resist. I bet you'd suck my dick right now if I told you to, wouldn't you? You want to touch it, taste my cum in your mouth don't you?" He pressed his thumb to her pulsing pussy again and she ground against him, trying to draw him into her. She felt the pressure building in her lower belly and moaned as she neared her release. Laughing, Mr. Freeman snatched his hand away, leaving her grinding the air. He turned away from her but not before she saw the bulge in his pants. "I'll see you tomorrow at practice," he told her, standing. Her burgeoning orgasm died instantly and gripped by an almost painful need to cum, a deep guttural groan tore from her throat. Mortified, Lacy jumped up and ran out of the room. She didn't stop running until she reached her dorm room. Hot and sweaty, she grabbed her bath items and headed for a shower. Her eyes darted around the room as she practically ripped her clothes off. The room was empty. Flipping the left lever, she stepped beneath the spray and shivered as cold water met hot flesh. How could she have done that? She was not a whore. Mr. David had made her do those bad things, telling her she was just like her mother. But she wasn't! So many men had come through their door until Lacy had stopped counting. She would hear them grunting like animals and had come to hate the sound. None of them had tried to touch her, because she had been a late bloomer. Her breast hadn't filled a C cup until she was sixteen. It was during her senior year that her mother had brought Mr. David home. By Prom, she'd become so afraid of him that she'd told her boyfriend about what he was doing to her. Instead of helping her, he had threatened to tell everyone if she didn't do whatever he said. Hating herself, she'd submitted to both men until she ran away the day after graduation. And now she'd almost cum for Mr. Freeman. Tears welled in Lacy's eyes again and she covered her face with her hands. Sliding down the wall, she crouched on the floor, her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears. Lacy woke the next morning determined to skip practice. She wouldn't go back at all, except that the ensemble was a requirement. They were preparing for a big competition at a rival college in three weeks but she couldn't face Mr. Freeman or the other choir members. She avoided common areas; afraid she'd run into him. When she entered her English class, a couple of the choir members whispered something to each other and snickered. Embarrassed, Lacy scampered to a chair on the other side of the classroom. Why were they laughing? Did they know what had happened between her and Mr. Freeman? Were they calling her a slut, too? Lacy looked up and saw Emily, a senior who sang alto. Lacy didn't really know her, but the rumor was she was a dyke. Lacy smiled as Emily approached. "Hi, Lacy. Changing seats?" she asked with a wry glance at the other girls. "Ignore them. They're what I call mean girls." Lacy didn't respond, too ashamed. Truth was she'd had a part in spreading the rumor about Emily, too. Emily sat next to her. "You okay?" Lacy tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. I...the sun's bright over there...hurting my eyes." The professor began the day's lecture but Lacy couldn't concentrate and as soon as he finished, she hurried out of the classroom. She just wanted to get back to her dorm room and hide under the covers. "Hey, Lacy!" Emily called. Lacy started to ignore her but finally stopped and turned. Emily jogged up to her. "Girl, you were moving fast. Aren't you going to practice?" "No, I'm not feeling well. I thought I'd lay down a while." Emily glanced around them before leaning forward. "Listen, don't let that little spat between you and Mr. Freeman interfere with your education. You two have scuffled before. I'm sure he's forgotten it." Emily squeezed her arm reassuringly before leaving. Lacy slowly made her way across campus, lost in thought. Yes, she and Mr. Freeman had had their disagreements, but he'd never touched her before. Still, she couldn't quit the ensemble, or college. If she left school, she'd have no choice but to crawl back to her mother who had already told her it would be best if she not return. Her latest lover wasn't into raising another man's kid, she'd told Lacy. Realizing she had no other choice, Lacy glanced at her watch before hurrying toward the choir room. Once there, she paused outside the room to gather her courage. Would Mr. Freeman humiliate her in front of the choir again? She didn't know the dance moves because she'd skipped the two-day choir workshop last week due to limited finances, though she'd never admit that out loud. She'd flippantly told those who asked that she had already made other plans. Lacy took a deep breath and opened the door. They were warming up but stopped when she entered the room. Mr. Freeman didn't even look at her. "You're late." "I—I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman. I was on the other side of campus." Lacy noticed the various reactions of the choir members, from wide-eyed stares to suppressed grins. The two girls from class gave each other knowing looks. "Do you have something to say to your fellow choir members?" Lacy's cheeks flared with heat as her eyes lowered in anger and embarrassment. Why was he doing this to her? "I apologize for being late." He turned to her, his gaze narrowed. "Anything else?" She could tell by the firm set of his mouth that he hadn't forgotten anything that happened yesterday. "I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. I promise it won't happen again." "Thank you, Ms. Stanton. Please wait for me in my office." "But—" Lacy broke off, her heart pounding in her chest so hard it hurt. Was he going to touch her again? Afraid a second confrontation in front of the choir would make matters worse she slipped out of the room without another word. Lacy ran toward the exit and was almost out of the building before she collapsed against the wall, unable to catch her breath. She couldn't go into office but if she didn't go in there, what would he do to her tomorrow? "Defiant to the end, huh?" Lacy struggled to catch her breath as she straightened to face Mr. Freeman. She didn't speak as he spun on his heel and headed toward his office. Lacy reluctantly followed him, too afraid to risk further punishment. She stopped inside the door and watched him cross to his desk and began to move objects aside. "Lock the door." Lacy's heart dropped to her stomach as she closed the door and turned the lock. "For the last six months, you've defied and disrespected me at every turn." His was voice was low, calm, making her desperate pleas sound even more so. "I wasn't late on purpose, Mr. Freeman. I swear." "Sure you were. You love being the center of attention and all eyes were on you when you entered the room. I told you to wait for me in my office and you disobeyed me. Take off your skirt and panties and bend over the desk." Lacy jerked back, hitting the door. "W-What?" "If I have to say it again, I won't be happy." Lacy swallowed hard, desperate now. What was he going to do to her? "Please, Mr. Freeman. I promise—" Mr. Freeman unbuckled his belt. "You name the number of lashes. Too low and I double it." He turned toward her and she quickly lowered her eyes to the floor, afraid to meet his gaze. Walking over to the desk, she eased her skirt and panties down her legs until they were low enough for her to step out. Even though her eyes were cast down, she could feel Mr. Freeman's stare sear her private area. She kept her hair neatly trimmed, even though she knew going bald was popular these days. Tears burned Lacy's eyes but she refused to let them fall. "Fifteen," she said, praying it was enough. He didn't respond, and she bent over the desk. The cold metal edge dug into her thighs as her breasts flattened against the cool top. Her nipples tightened immediately on contact, and she closed her eyes at the sensual sensation. She didn't understand why Mr. Freeman was doing this to her. What had she done to deserve this? The first strike jolted her, and she clenched her body in pain. By the third smack, she was silently crying into her hands, too afraid to cry out in case Mr. Freeman would punish her like Mr. David had. Mr. David had enjoyed hurting her and making her cry. With each forced grind of her pelvis onto the desk, Lacy felt warm liquid pool and spread across her thighs. She could smell her sex and the scent was like an aphrodisiac. Her body quivered with the need to cum. Suddenly, she realized that Mr. Freeman had stopped. Exhausted, and too afraid to move, she lay there as she heard him move around the desk and rummage through a drawer. He moved back to his position behind her and she braced herself for another slap of the belt. Instead, she felt a stream of cool liquid on her skin and then his fingers as he began massaging. Leaning over her, he used his free hand to brush her hair off her wet face. "Shhh...it's over now," he whispered. Her mind swirled with confusion. How could he hurt her, and then touch her with such gentleness? A tear slid out of her eye and across her nose, and he wiped it away with his finger. "I wouldn't have to do this if you would just do what I say. You know that, don't you? I don't want to punish you, Lacy, but you give me no choice when you defy me in front of my students." He brushed his fingers through her hair as his warm breath whispered across her temple. His right hand traced the curve of her derriere until the ache between her thighs was about to consume her. "Open for me." She felt his fingers trail the length of her ass and parted her legs obediently. He brushed his fingers through the curly triangle covering her apex and her hips flexed spontaneously. "Yeah, you like this don't you? He pressed her body into her own juices and she didn't resist. The liquid had spread to her breasts, soaking them as well. "So wet you little whore, but that's okay because you're my whore. Do you have something to say to me?" "I know I deserve to be punished, Mr. Freeman. I—I won't defy you anymore." "I'm not so sure I can believe that. Perhaps you need daily punishments until I'm sure you've learned your lesson. Make sure you wear something sexy for me. I like short skirts on you." The thought of going through this daily humiliation caused her pussy to clench. Her body was so desperate for release she couldn't think straight. Mr. Freeman moved away from her, and Lacy quickly slid onto her knees. Folding her hands in her lap, she waited for his next instruction, the way Mr. David had taught her. Her professor left without another word, closing the door behind him. Confused but relieved, Lacy gathered her clothes, dressed quickly, and hurried out of the office. That night, Lacy lay on the twin bed in her dorm room. Her roommate had a boyfriend who lived off campus, and she spent most nights with him, leaving the small room to Lacy. She heard a knock on the door but was in too much pain to get up. "Come in." Emily entered the room wearing and a short, tight black mini-skirt and a tight white tank top with the logo of a local café spread across her small breasts. "Hey, girl. I didn't see you around campus. Everything okay?" "Just tired. How was work?" "Lousy." Emily sat down in the chair across from the bed, her legs slightly parted. From her position on the bed, Lacy could clearly see a snatch of Emily's bald pussy. Embarrassed, Lacy looked away. Emily was such a whore. "Mr. Freeman is really giving you a hard time. You need to learn those steps. Want to practice?" Lacy groaned knowing she had no choice. "Sure." They had an evening practice the next day, and Lacy performed perfectly. She knew every dance step, thanks to Emily. Her pitch had been perfect, and she didn't do anything to draw attention to herself. Still, as she stood outside Mr. Freeman's office wearing a short navy blue skirt, her body was trembling with fear. "Good girl," Mr. Freeman whispered, coming up behind Lacy. He opened the door and motioned for Lacy to enter his office. "Remove your panties and raise your skirt." Lacy's heart sank. She had hoped by doing everything he said, he would not punish her. Her ass was still sore from yesterday. Lacy obeyed without a word. "You learn quickly. I like that. Keep your skirt raised and have a seat." Lacy noticed for the first time that a table with a TV had been placed in front of the futon. A large mirror was propped at an angle facing the futon and a black nine-inch dildo sat on the side table. Tears began to build in her eyes as she imagined what he planned to do but she didn't utter a word as he helped spread her legs wide so that the mirror revealed her gaping pussy. Let the Music Play Ch. 01 Grabbing the remote, he sat down next to her, close enough for their thighs to touch. The screen lit up and a naked woman draped across a black leather couch appeared. Embarrassed, Lacy looked away. "Watch," he told her. A second woman joined the lady on the couch and they began to have sex, touching each other gently. It didn't take long for Lacy's body to respond to the writhing and moaning. Her gaze turned again and again to the dildo, but she refused to use it. She had never masturbated, and she wasn't about to start now. It was disgusting! Still, she did not have to look in the mirror to know that her pussy was pulsing with desire. Her nipples were so tight against her scratchy bra they hurt. Lacy heard Mr. Freeman moan and glanced over to see him staring at her pussy reflected in the mirror. "What a whore." "I'm not," she whispered. A drop of cum clung to her pussy and he captured it with his finger. "I think this says otherwise." His fingers began to toy with her, sliding up and down the insides of her pussy lips. Unconsciously, she raised her hips, her body pleading for more. "See. You like it. We'll stop for today." He wasn't going to punish her she thought relieved, excited. "As you walk to your dorm I want you to stop at every bench. You are to sit for five minutes and if a man sits down you are to slowly unbutton your top and ask him if he'd like to touch you. You are to allow him to do whatever he wants to your body and you will do whatever he says. Do you understand me? Lacy gaped at Mr. Freemen, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it. She wanted to plead her case but she was afraid that would make things worse. She had done everything he'd told her to do, and he was still going to punish her. Why? "Do you have anything to say to me?" Lacy could barely speak through her tears. "I deserve to be punished. I will do my best to please you." "Good girl, Lacy. If only you'd given in and fucked yourself with the dildo we could've avoided this." Lacy stood and her skirt automatically dropped. She immediately lifted it and walked over to her panties. "Leave them," Mr. Freeman told her. "You will no longer wear underwear. Ever." As Lacy left Mr. Freeman's office, she frantically tried to figure out the best route to her dorm room. There were three benches along her usual route. If she went the long way, she could avoid only one of them, but two was better than three. But what if Mr. Freeman followed her? How else would he know if she'd obeyed him? Lacy hurried across the grass on the hot summer night, her tank top heavy with sweat, her thighs soaked with her own juices. She was too afraid to look back. Lacy reached the first wrought iron bench. She sat down and glanced at her watch. Five minutes. The iron was cool against her hot flesh but did little to soothe the ache between her legs or slow her heartbeat. A lamppost flickered a few feet away, startling her. It wasn't bright enough to illuminate the area so maybe no one would see her. At the four-minute mark, she saw a young man coming down the pathway and cowered on the bench, hoping he wouldn't see her. He rushed passed her without a glance, and she shook in relief. With fifteen seconds left, she began counting. When she got to zero she nearly shouted. Confident that she'd make it back to her dorm untouched she hurried to the next bench and sat down with a glance at her watch. When four minutes passed—and two men had failed to sit with her, Lacy began to wonder if Mr. Freemen would punish her if no one sat down beside her. She didn't like the pain no matter what he said. A fat, ugly man with rolls of fat for a stomach labored along the pathway and Lacy glanced at her watch. Fifteen seconds. Please don't let him sit beside her... Her thought trailed off as he dropped onto the two-seater huffing and puffing. He was so big he squashed her into the corner. Lacy's stomach heaved at the thought of his touching her. "What are you doing out so late little lady?" he asked, breathing loud and heavy in the dark night. "Waiting for you," she said." He looked over at her. "Why's that?" Lacy hesitated, and then slowly began to unbutton her shirt. His eyes widened, and he gulped. Leaving the shirt on, she spread it wide, revealing her black bra. "Would you like to touch my tits?" "Nah, this must be a joke. Girls like you don't even look at me, let alone let me touch them." He started to stand up and scared, Lacy quickly released her bra and allowed her breasts to fall free. "Please touch me. I...I want you to touch me." He turned toward her, squashing her even more. The hard iron hurt her legs and when he realized, he lifted her legs over his, which forced her to lie back a little. "You really want me to touch you, don't you?" "Please?" "You're a whore, aren't you? What happened? You and your boyfriend have a fight, and he didn't get you off?" Lacy wanted to deny that she was a whore but her pulsing pussy made that a lie. "Look at you. I haven't even touched you and your nipples are hard. I bet I if I touched your cunt you'd be wet." Releasing a shaky breath, she said, "You can do whatever you want." Despite the rolls of fat she could feel his thick, hard penis against her leg. "Please touch me. Make me feel good." "I don't please whores; they please me." Before Lacy could fully comprehend what he meant, he clipped something to her right breast, and she screamed in pain. "What is that?" she cried. "You'd better stop screaming before someone comes to your rescue and find you with your tits hanging out and your cunt spread wide." Lacy stopped screaming but her tears flowed freely as he clipped her other breast. The pain was unbearable. "Please, please, I'll do whatever you want. Just take them off." "You're going to do whatever I want either way. He pushed her skirt up and the smell of her juices filled the night air. She was soaking wet and he didn't hesitate to point that out. "You've got to be a squirter, you're so wet. He rubbed his finger over her clit and her hips immediately lifted toward the stubby digit. Suddenly something clamped around her clit and Lacy howled in pain. She arched her back and searing pain shot from her tits and pussy in every direction. Through blurry eyes, she glanced down and realized that a silver chain held the clips together and any movement would cause her pain. "You like that, whore?" "Yes," she whispered, too afraid to say no. He tugged on the chain, and she cried out. "Liar. Tell me the truth." "It hurts me." He began to tease her gaping cunt and she closed her eyes as she reveled in the sensation. Soon the pain began to subside. Growing impatient with his teasing, she raised her pussy up for a better touch and the little teeth on the clips pulled at her tender nipples and her clit, flooding her body with pain. She cried silently for fear of alerting someone. As Lacy lay still, desperate, frantic, he brought her to the edge of a climax three times before stopping. Humiliated by her need, she pleaded to cum. "Please, please let me cum." "Anything you want, Lacy.'' Lacy stared at him in sheer panic. He knew who she was? Would he tell everyone how she'd degraded herself? He lengthened the chain and put her on the ground of her knees. She tried to resist but a slight pull of the chain stopped her. "Hey, Mike. The bitch is ready." Another man appeared out of the bushes and Lacy instinctively jumped backward. Pain hit in her tits and pussy and she nearly came. Lacy began to cry again. "No, please, I don't want to do this." The fat guy stuck his pudgy finger in her hot hole, and she stopped resisting as heart spread the length of her body. "Mike," another fat guy, stopped in her front, his hard, thick dick protruding from his shorts. Lacy's mouth watered and her lips parted. He rammed all nine inches into her mouth. She choked but couldn't fight him or the clamps would hurt her. She wanted to lick him and suck him, but he had no interest in her pleasure as he pushed against the back of her throat until he'd buried himself balls deep. Holding her head, he fucked her face as the other guy pulled at her chain with one hand as he continued to finger her. Lacy hated herself for enjoying being treated like a whore. Was she like her mother after all? The guy behind her pulled his finger free and she whimpered. Seconds later he filled her with his meat, which felt much larger than Mike's. He found Mike's rhythm and they began to rock back and forth. The pleasure was so intense she thought she might pass out, but she didn't want it to stop. As Mike and the other fat guy moved faster and faster, Lacy felt her body tense. Heat seared from her pussy to every part of her body, and she bucked wildly, squeezing the thick dick in her busy until she was ready to explode. She felt warm liquid flood both holes as their pulsing dicks pushed her to her own climax. The moment the orgasm hit the guy behind her pulled the clips free and blood rushed into her tits and pussy, and she screamed out in pain as the burning overtook the pleasure that had been building in her body. Pulling free, the guys walked away laughing, leaving her on her hands and knees. To be continued... Let the Music Play Ch. 02 This is not a stand-alone chapter. Will be confusing if you do not read part 1. Enjoy! Lacy crawled onto the bench and curled up. The light from the lamp glinted against the silver chain, mocking her. They had used her like a whore, but she wasn't a whore. She wasn't! Lacy stumbled toward the final bench and curled up in the corner to wait. She'd scraped her knees on the concrete as the two fat guys had fucked her, and they still hurt. Almost right away, Lacy heard the sound of someone jogging. She began to tremble and her mouth filled with saliva as she thought of being fucked again. She could not be enjoying this! The jogging stopped and she heard a gasp. "Lacy?" The sound of Emily's voice brought relief and then panic. Lacy had to sit here for four more minutes, and she didn't want Emily to sit beside her in case a man came along. Emily eased onto the bench beside her. "Lacy? What happened to you? Did you fall?" "Yeah. I didn't know you jogged." "In the summer, I jog at night when it's a little cooler. Come on back to the dorm with me and let's get you cleaned up." Lacy glanced at Emily sharply, afraid she could smell the sex on her." "We need to clean your knees and put some medicine on them," Emily added. Lacy sagged in relief. "I'll meet you inside. I want to sit out here for a few minutes." "Then I'll wait with you." "No! I—I mean, I want to be alone." Emily stood and looked at Lacy. She touched her face gently. "You've been crying." Before Lacy could respond, a tall, dark-skinned man sat down on the bench. He didn't speak and Emily just stared at him. "We're having a private conversation," she told him. "Oh, my bad." Lacy's head jerked back and forth between the two as fear and humiliation struggled for supremacy. If she let him leave, she would be punished, but if she asked him to stay then Emily would think she was a whore. Lacy quickly released his breasts and asked him if he'd like to touch her tits. He chuckled. "I guess your girlfriend will catch up with you later." Lacy saw Emily's shocked expression turn to disgust and she stormed off, leaving Lacy with the tall, dark-skinned man. Lacy skipped class the next day and went to the Dean's office. The tall, dark-skinned man had dragged her into the woods where he'd hurt her over and over again for two hours, fucking her and hitting her tender, swollen nipples until she was crying uncontrollably. She'd dragged into her room with Emily right behind her. She'd seen Lacy's bruised and battered tits through her open shirt and told her to lie down before disappearing. She'd returned with a warm bucket of water and then gently removed Lacy's clothes before bathing her. Lacy had tried to protest, especially when Emily reached her tits and pussy but Emily had only brushed her hands away and continued cleaning. The warm water had felt so good against her clit. Emily had spread her lips open and squeezed water onto the tender bud over and over again until Lacy had cum right in front of Emily. Humiliated, Lacy had tried to cover herself, tried to explain, but Emily had dismissed her concern saying, "It's a natural reaction to stimulation. Don't worry about it." But Lacy was worried—about Mr. Freemen. No matter how hard she tried to please him he still punished her. He'd turned her into a whore, and there was no telling what else he had in store for her. What was the worse he could do to her if she reported him for sexual harassment? Once the administration found out what he was doing to her, they would protect her. Straightening her shoulders, Lacy entered the office and approached the receptionist behind the desk. "Good morning. May I help you?" "Y-Yes, could you tell me the procedure for filing a complaint against a professor?" The other woman's brows lifted slightly but her demeanor remained professional. "You'll need to talk to the EOO—Equal Opportunity Officer." Her head tilted to the side. "You're majoring in music, right? Lacy Stanton?" The usual excitement Lacy felt when people recognized her eluded her and with a quick glance around the room, she nodded. Her gaze fell on the nametag on the woman's jacket. Sheryl Carter. Lacy had heard about her. She had been considered among many to be the next Whitney Houston until she abruptly quit chorus and changed her major. "Please have a seat. I'll speak to her secretary, and we'll get you an appointment right away. Lacy sat down near a wooden rack and grabbed the magazine on the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sheryl speaking on the phone. There would be no going back once Lacy made the appointment. She had to do this, she told herself. The phone rang and Lacy jumped. Her chest heaved as she tried to drag air into her tight lungs. She couldn't do this, she realized panicking. Before she could change her mind, she ran out of the room, and then the building. Once outside, she kept running with no particular destination in mind. It was late September and still warm but the sweat pouring from her forehead nearly blinded her. Shaky, she stopped near the cafeteria to get a bottle of cold water. "Lacy, are you okay?" Lacy turned to see Chad Carpenter peering down at her with a concerned frown marring his brows. He wasn't in the choir; they'd met in freshmen English. "Hi, Chad. Sure, just winded." "Would you like something to eat?" "N-no, I—I don't—" "Come on, you have to eat. You might as well eat with me." Lacy smiled weakly. "Okay, why not?" She trailed him into the cafeteria where they both ordered burgers. As they were sitting down, Lacy felt someone watching her and glanced around the cafeteria. Her gaze locked with Mr. Freeman's and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Her hands began to shake, and Chad took her tray from her. "You all right?" "Yeah, yeah. I--I," she sputtered, and then trailed off. Mr. Freeman looked angry. He couldn't know about her visit to the Dean's office, right? No, Lacy had given her name, not the professor's. Still, he looked angry. She must have done something wrong. Lacy sat down and Chad moved his chair a little closer. She leaned away from him, keenly aware of Mr. Freeman's angry glare. The fervent beat of her heart was almost deafening. He was going to kill her, she thought wildly. Jumping up, Lacy kicked the tray with her knee, spilling her food on the table and floor. "I have to go Chad. I'll see you later." As she ran out of the room, she noticed that Mr. Freeman was gone. Lacy ran to her dorm room and locked it behind her. Lacy rushed into the choir room with ten minutes to spare. There was no way she would be late today. Even though Mr. Freeman had told her to meet him afterward if she arrived on time, he would see that she wasn't defying him and he wouldn't have to punish her. Mr. Freeman entered the room and she saw his quick smile. Her heart raced with excitement knowing she had pleased him. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Three weeks and counting to the competition and if we're going to win we have to be in top form. Are we ready?" Everyone shouted as the excitement of competing swept through the room. Lacy, however, was beginning to feel nervous. "Today," he continued, "We'll go over the choreographed songs. Dancing will be part of the competition as well, and we don't want to look bad." The crowd laughed. "We got this," one of the students yelled. Mr. Freeman looked directly at Lacy. "I guess we'll see." Lacy usually stood in front but today, she positioned herself behind a tall Soprano, hoping to get the movements down. She hadn't known they were going to incorporate steps into some of the songs during the workshop and no one had showed her the steps. There were three songs and she struggled through the practice. Mr. Freeman seemed to catch every mistake and called her on it in front of the group. Lacy apologized repeatedly but she knew with a sinking feeling that he was going to punish her anyway. Instead of waiting for someone to show her the moves, she should have asked. Emily had been nice to her last night. She could have easily asked her. Rehearsal ended all too soon and Lacy found herself trudging toward Mr. Freeman's office. Her body shook, remembering the pain from yesterday's punishment. He was pushing aside the items on his desk, his belt already unbuckled. She locked the door automatically as words of apology flew to her lips. "I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman. I—I'm going to ask Emily to help—" "How do you think I look when you show such disdain for me and what we're all trying to accomplish? You missed the workshop. You still don't know the dance steps. Why should I even let you compete?" The threat frightened Lacy more than anything. This was a regional competition. Thousands would see her perform and there would even be media coverage. If the right people could hear her, she could get a recording contract and leave this school behind. She stepped out of her skirt and panties, and he examined her tits, then her pussy. "I am pleased," he told her. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Her heart swelled with pride, and then dropped. "Yes, sir. I only want to please you, sir." He didn't respond but slowly pulled his belt free. She bent over the desk and braced herself. She deserved pain after what she almost did today. Mr. Freemen only wanted her to have more respect for him and her fellow choir members. "Thirty." The pain on her already tender flesh was unbearable but Lacy refused to release the tears spurting into her eyes. Each strike forced her to press into the desk and as she did, she could feel her juices spreading beneath her. Humiliated, she finally broke down and cried. "Please stop," she pleaded. The belt hit her a few more times before he finally stopped. The cool liquid followed immediately and she panted in relief. Mr. Freeman massaged her gently as he leaned close. "I don't want to hurt you, but you deserved your punishment, didn't you?" "Yes, sir. May I please join the choir in competition, sir?" Lacy pleaded. His pressed his thumb to her center and her skin burned as he felt her juices. She ground against him, moaning and silently pleading with him to bring her to a climax. He pulled away just as the pressure reached its peak, and she began to cry in frustration. "Do what I tell you, and I *may* allow you to join us in the competition." He left her splayed across the desk and she stayed there until she could gather enough strength to stand and get dressed. Rehearsal was going fairly well the next day. Emily had taught Lacy the choreography and Lacy had stayed up late into the morning practicing. Still, Mr. Freeman continued to find some way to humiliate her in front of her peers. "I see you've finally learned the routine, Ms. Stanton. Choir, give her a hand." Everyone began cheering and incensed Lacy curtsied, and then waved like a princess. People laughed as they filed out of the room while Lacy felt sick to her stomach. Why did she just do that! Mr. Freeman took his time speaking with his assistants and a few students, all the while ignoring her. She waited, trepidation gnawing at her stomach. Finally, they were the only two in the room. "Didn't I tell you to meet me in my office?" "Yes, sir. But—" "But you haven't learned to obey me." Lacy stifled an explanation knowing it wouldn't do any good and slowly walked toward his office. Just before she reached the door, his arm blocked her entrance. "From now on, when you enter my office, your nipples are to be erect and your pussy wet." Lacy blanched. "What? How am I supposed—?" "You have five minutes. Please me, and I may let your little show of insolence go unpunished." Lacy staggered away, her heart pounding. Why was he doing this to her? The only way to do what he wanted was to...she allowed the thought to trail off, unfinished. Lacy entered the restroom and saw Emily brushing her hair. Kim put away her makeup and left. Once they were alone, Emily said, "Hey, Lacy. What is up with you and Freeman? He sure seems to be riding you hard lately." "Everything I do seems to rub him the wrong way these days, huh?" she said as casually as she could. Glancing at her watch, Lacy realized she'd already lost one minute. "I have to pee. Um, see you later." Lacy went into a stall and closed the door, hoping Emily would leave. She raised her skirt and sat down on the toilet, listening closely for the door to close. After another minute passed, she decided she had to start or she would be in trouble. But she didn't really know what to do. Taking a deep breath, she plunged a finger into her pussy. Gasping, she muffled a cry as her dry pussy burned. "Lacy?" It was Emily! Why was she still here? "What are you doing in there?" Lacy glanced at her watch frantically. "Emily, please leave." "No! I'm not leaving until you open the door." Anxious to get Emily out of here, Lacy opened the door. Emily came inside and closed the door behind her. "What's going on Lacy?" "I'm trying to masturbate, but I've never done it before." Lacy held her breath as she waited for Emily to laugh at her. To her surprise, Emily didn't find the idea funny. "Then shouldn't it be done alone in the privacy and comfort of your dorm room? Does this have to do with tall, dark, and handsome? Is he your master?" "What? I have no idea what you're talking about." "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their thing, mine is women. Would you like me to masturbate you while you watch?" Lacy's body flushed with heat. Clearly Emily had no understanding of boundaries. "Are you going to get punished if you don't do it?" Lacy began to tremble. "Okay, I'll show you what I do, and then you do it. How does that sound?" Before Lacy could think of a way out of this, Emily pulled her to her feet and sat down on the bowl. She didn't have panties on and already appeared to be wet as she leaned back against the wall and propped her feet on the toilet seat. Lacy looked away but found her eyes drawn back. Emily had on a tank top and no bra so she simply lowered the straps and her breasts bounced free. Lacy found herself wondering what they would feel like, but it was just curiosity as she had never been attracted to women. Emily began to rub her breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately and she began to knead the hard nubs between her fingers, gently, not harshly the way men had hurt Lacy. "You've never touched your breasts like this, Lacy? Not even when you take a shower?" "Sometimes. With the washcloth," Lacy admitted. Sometimes she would rub herself until she began to fill a tingle in her pussy, but then she'd stopped, feeling like a slut. "I always start with my titties, and then move down, but if I'm really horny, I'll go straight for the clit. That's where most women get their pleasure. That's why a guy can saw back and forth in your pussy all day and never satisfy you. Lacy felt her tits grow heavy, could see the beads poking through her thin shirt. Embarrassed she tried to look away again but Emily was beginning to travel toward her pussy and Lacy couldn't move. Emily slid her hands over her flat belly, and then onto her thighs. Emily moaned with pleasure and Lacy swallowed so hard she heard it. "Do you want to touch me, Lacy? Taste me?" "I'm not attracted to women." "That's not what I asked you." Emily spread her labia and gently rubbed her clit until she reached her first climax. Liquid squirted from her pussy and Lacy stared, mesmerized. Emily caught some of it and used it to lubricate her fingers. Circling the rim of her pussy, she stuck her middle fingers into her vagina. Her eyes were glazed over and she was gasping with pure pleasure. She fucked herself quickly, practically lifting herself off the commode. She moaned and it looked like her fingers were forced out of her body, and she suddenly spasmed, jerking and bouncing until she almost fell off the commode. Lacy caught her and not knowing what else to do, she rubbed Emily's leg until she came down. Emily was hot and sweaty and Lacy hurried out to wet a few paper towels to put on her forehead. Lacy was about to turn the water off when she looked up and saw eight hooded men watching her. She spun around. "Look what we have here fellas. We were looking for the campus dyke, but the campus slut will do." Lacy glanced at the stall and prayed Emily would stay inside. "I have a meeting with Mr. Freemen, and if I'm late he'll come looking for me." "In the girl's restroom? Somehow I doubt that." Lacy ran for the door but one of the men easily grabbed her and tossed her onto the counter. Her head hit the mirror and her gaze blurred. Before she could get her bearings, two of the men grabbed her legs and opened them widely. A third guy yanked her butt to the edge like how she'd sit for a pelvic exam. "No panties!" he shouted and the others cheered. Were they going to gang rape her? "Please don't rape me," she cried. Another guy dragged Emily from the stall. "Look what we have here. Two for one." "Think she's wet? I bet she's getting off at the prospect of her girlfriend being raped." The guy holding Emily slipped his hand beneath her skirt and her body jerked. "If she had on panties, she'd be soaked to the top. The man in front of Lacy chuckled. "Let's see about this one." He easily slid his finger into pussy. He moved around until he felt her g-spot and she began to pant with desire, her skin flushed with heat and humiliation for being such a whore. He removed his finger, sniffed her pussy juice and then, laughing, spread it all over face. "Your mama would be so proud. You bitch." Lacy's gaze flew to Emily who was crying silently. Emily had been so nice to her. Lacy hated Emily witnessing her shame. The guy took over holding her leg as each of the men took turns finding and playing with her g-spot before spreading her juice over her face, neck, and breasts. The more names they called her, the more turned on she became and the more humiliation she felt. By the time they finished, she was desperate to cum. "She wants to cum fellas," the ringleader mocked. Anyone interested?" "Why can't she do it herself? I'd love a show," another one responded. Lacy looked at Emily who nodded. If she did this, then maybe they would let them go. For once she could do something for her friend instead of thinking only of herself. As if sensing her surrender, the men released her. Trying to remember what Emily had done, Lacy leaned back against the mirror. Her legs were already open. She lowered her top and began to massage her breasts. She raised them to her mouth and kissed and licked her nipples. She had never done anything like this, but it felt good. Soon, she became enveloped by her desire and her audience faded. Her skin was silky, like a flower and it responded to her touch like a familiar lover. She could smell the aroma of her sex as it wafted from her pussy and filled the air. She lowered her hands to her thighs and teasingly traced her fingers across the quivering limbs, just the way Emily had. Lacy heard a moan and realized the sound had come from her own lips. As an orgasm stirred to life in the deep recesses of her being, she feared the men would stop her and leave her pleading for more, but when she opened her eyes she could see their gazes trained on her pussy. Having all eyes on her was enough to send her over the edge. She could feel her pussy and anus contracting and her juices squirted out, covering her gaping hole. Like Emily, Lacy plunged two fingers into her vagina and quickly fucked herself to an orgasm. As she cried out, her body began to convulse and there was absolutely no greater sensation. It was indescribable, and she never wanted the feeling to stop. Let the Music Play Ch. 02 Suddenly hands grabbed her and she was dropped onto the floor. Jerking around on the floor, she couldn't see what the men were doing but all of sudden something warm and wet began to pelt her body. She looked up and saw the men standing in a circle around her, jerking off. Long ropes of sperm splashed into her eyes, nose, and mouth. Her hair. Everywhere. Ashamed of her wantonness, she buried her face in her hands and cried. Lacy didn't know when the men left but suddenly she was being pulled into Emily's arms. "Those bastards!" If I knew who they were, I'd kill them. "I deserved it." "No one deserves to be treated like this, Lacy. Come on, honey. You've got to get up if you're meeting with Mr. Freemen. Heaven knows what he'll do to you if you're late." Lacy began to shake uncontrollably at the thought of what he'd do to her. "Shhh, it's okay. Let's get you cleaned up." She and Emily did the best they could to get all the sperm off, using water and paper towels. Lacy just wanted to go home and stand beneath a hot shower all night. Emily demanded to go with her to see Mr. Freeman but relented when Lacy started shaking again. Lacy quickly made her way back to Mr. Freeman's office. He'd given her five minutes and she was closer to thirty. Maybe he had already left, but she hoped not. She'd prefer to get her punishment over with tonight, not doubled tomorrow. Lacy knocked on the door, and he didn't respond. The blinds were opened, and she glanced inside. Mr. Freemen was sitting on the futon with a folder in his hand. Lacy didn't knock again but sat down and waited. Students passed through the hallway, some snickering. The thought that the guys in the restroom might be in the chorus made her skin burn. Sam, a nerdy freshmen who could out sing Usher, strolled down the hallway. He smiled at Lacy as he knelt down in front of her. "Hey, Lace. You waiting for Mr. Big?" All the freshmen called Mr. Freeman Mr. Big. "You in trouble?" "When am I not?" She chuckled but there was little humor in the sound. "I heard you don't wear panties. Can I see?" "What? No!" "If you don't I'll tell Mr. Big you're planning to mess up at the competition to get back him. What do you think he'll do if I tell him that?" He wouldn't let her perform. Defeated, Lacy crossed her legs Indian style so that only he could see between her legs. He put his hand beneath her skirt and she tried to push him away. "Mr. B—" Sam started. Lacy stopped and Sam grinned. She turned her head away, unable to look at him as his fingers greedily played with her pussy. He rubbed her clit and she could hear the raspy sound of her breathing. "Please don't make me cum." "Don't you want to cum? Your pussy is holding on to me so tight I don't think it'll let me go until you've cum all over my fingers." Lacy blushed, embarrassed that a kid was able to turn her on in such a humiliating position. She heard the sound of footsteps and glanced pleadingly at Sam. "Please, stop, Sam." "Don't worry. No one can see my hand. It just looks like we're talking." He drove his finger into her pussy just as two girls reached them. Lacy stifled a groan as he found her g-spot and pressed repeatedly. She felt the familiar pressure of a budding orgasm and tried to fight it. She closed her eyes and began to fuck his fingers, so close to an orgasm she couldn't pull back. Her body began to tremble as she felt sweet release. She slumped against the wall as he returned to rubbing her clit. She had two more orgasms before he slowly, reluctantly withdrew his fingers. "You know I used to think you were the type of girl you took home to mom but now I know you're just a slut. How disappointing." He pushed himself to his feet and strolled off. Lacy buried her face in her hands and cried. After an hour later, Mr. Freeman opened the door. As Lacy quickly entered the room she saw him reclaiming his seat on the futon. He hadn't cleared the desk, and she didn't know what to do. So she stood there with her head down. "I told you five minutes." Lacy didn't respond, her throat too tight with fear and self-loathing to speak. "Are your nipples erect and your pussy wet? Come. Show me. If they are not, clear the desk." Lacy closed the door and then turned toward the blinds. "Leave them open," he told her." She dropped to her knees and crawled over to him. Because he hadn't given her direction for approaching him, she did what Mr. David had taught her. Once she reached Mr. Freeman she stopped and waited for his next directive. "Pull your skirt up and sit on the table. On the edge," he snapped when she sat too far back. Her legs fell open automatically and his lips rose in a quick smile. "Now lift your shirt and hold it until I tell you to lower it. She did as told and he sat back and looked at her. "Do you deserve to be punished for disobeying me?" "Yes, sir." "What should I do to you?" "Whatever you want, sir. I am your whore." "You know what to do." Lacy dropped to her knees and crawled over to desk and quickly removed the items on the desk as Mr. Freeman reached into the bottom drawer of his cabinet. He pulled out a large wooden paddle just as she began to lower her skirt. Lacy hesitated but only for a second, fearing reprisal. "Please, Mr. Freeman, what can I do to stop my punishments? I'll do anything." "All I ask is that you respect and obey me. You seem to have a problem in both areas." Lacy rubbed her wet eyes. She was so tired, and in so much pain. Everybody wanted to hurt and humiliate her, except Emily of course. Lacy thought of all the people she'd hurt, just in the year she'd been here, and she knew she deserved punishment. "I'll do better, Mr. Freemen." He didn't respond and she stretched across the desk and waited. "Fifteen," she requested, hoping he would be pleased. "Oh, you're really pushing me today, aren't you?" He yanked open a drawer and grabbed a small vibrator. Without any gentleness, he pushed it deep into her cunt and flicked it to high. "You better not even think about cumming." Mr. Freeman didn't begin right away, which added to her anxiety. She was breathing hard to keep herself from grinding against the desk. The first strike landed and she cried out. The force of the paddle made her hump against the desk like a dog in heat. Pleasure and pain mixed together, becoming one as he forced her close to an orgasm. Her breasts were scraping across the desk with each movement and she could feel her nipples tighten and enlarge. Their tenderness and fullness soon became a point of pleasure and pain as well. She had an orgasm, which sent him into a frenzy of punishing blows. She was crying and moaning, so lost in sensation. Mr. Freeman finally stopped and Lacy slid to the floor in a ball, squeezing her legs together and fucking the air. With one tug of the cord, he yanked the vibrator out of her pussy before she could cum again. "Not so high and mighty now, huh? You're so desperate to be fucked, you'd take anything in your cunt wouldn't you?" He grabbed a broomstick propped against the wall and plunged it into pussy, and she just let him fuck her with a broom handle. A stapler and a rubber band of pencils followed, and each item brought her pain as he forced multiple orgasms with each one. Crying, she pleaded with him to stop. "Don't you know I like it when you cry?" He pushed her legs so far back her knees touched the floor, and he slowly withdrew and inserted the pencils almost to their tips. "Come for me one more time, whore. You are my whore, aren't you? You love being treated like a whore, don't you?" "Yes, yes," she cried, completely broken. Mr. Freeman plunged the pencils one more time and she came so hard it hurt. He stopped controlling the pencils and just watched her flex her hips until she finally lay there, spent, exhausted. "You may leave now," he informed her as he pulled the stack from her. Lacy pushed herself onto her unsteady legs and pulled on her skirt with shaky hands. "Thank you, sir." To be concluded...