Slave Teacher (nc, bd, MM/Ff), chapter One

Karen was really surprised at the effect the word "detention" had on 
Amy. One minute ago the junior was still talking back to her, but as 
soon as detention was mentioned, she was practically on her knees. 
"Please! Miss Johnson," the girl pleaded, "give me a chance! I swear 
I'll never do that again!"
	"I'm sorry Amy, but a rule's a rule. You should have known better. Now, 
go back to your seat."
	Karen signed as she watched Amy going back to her seat. Her job at this 
school had been going really well for the past two months, and she felt 
really lucky that she could find a post here as her first job. The 
students here were generally good. Even Amy, who had a reputation for 
being a trouble student, was actually quite bright. But somehow she just 
had to create some problems during class, like getting into a fight with 
the guy sitting next to her, or keep forgetting to do her home work, 
that kind of thing (she did both of that today). The school had a good 
reputation, and the colleagues were friendly--especially the male ones, 
which is not surprising, given that Karen was a pretty brunette with a 
nice figure. But she had always tried to be nice to all her colleagues, 
male or female, and they all seemed to be happy with her.

	Feeling a bit sorry for Amy, Karen decided to have a word with her 
after school. As she was on her way to the classroom, she was surprised 
to see Amy in the playground. Going home now? How dare you! She thought. 
But then Amy wasn't walking towards the main gate. As she didn't notice 
Karen, Karen decided to stay behind to find out walk the girl was up to. 
She followed Amy to the gym where the girl entered a store room.
	Karen went up to the door and peeked through the shutter on the door. 
She could see Amy inside, talking to Steve Howard, the PE teacher.
	"Yet another detention?" said Steve, "well Amy, you know what that 
means."
	"Yes, sir…" Amy answered meekly. Quickly she pulled off her panties, 
bent over a bench and lifted up her skirt, exposing her bare buttocks. 
Steve then stood behind the submissive girl with a wooden ruler in his 
hand. "Now, take this, little slut!" With these words he brought the 
ruler heavily down on Amy's bottom, making a whack! sound. Amy closed 
her eyes and whimpered, but didn't cry out. A vivid red weal immediately 
appeared across the cheeks of her ass. Whack! Steve brought the ruler 
down again and another weal appeared.
	Karen was shocked. She had to do something about this, she thought. She 
immediately went to find Mark Simpson in his office. Among the more 
senior teachers, he was the one that she got on best with.
	Mark for his part seemed to be shocked too, but he was also very 
cautious. "Karen," he said, "you must understand that this is a very 
serious allegation, and we have to be very careful."
	"But I saw it with my own eyes!"
	"I know, I know. Now why don't you sit down and tell me what exactly 
did you see, right from the beginning. But just let me get you a glass 
of water first, you seem really nervous."
	"But-" Before Karen could object Mark had already gone out of the room. 
He came back shortly with a glass of water and handed it to Karen. We're 
wasting our time! Karen thought. But at this moment she needed Mark to 
back her up so she tried to cooperate as much as possible. She quickly 
drank up the water and began to tell her story, hoping that they could 
still catch Steve. But as she began she started to feel of dizzy, and 
before she could figure out what's going on she blacked out and 
collapsed on Mark's desk.

	Karen woke up to find herself completely naked. She was in an empty 
room, probably one of the store rooms behind the gym, and standing 
spread-eagled between two posts. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and 
chained to hooks on the posts, pulling her arms and legs taut, and she 
couldn't help letting out a moan from the pain. Then the door opened and 
Steve and Mark walked in.
	"So you two were together!" She said angrily as she glared at them. 
"Yes we are," said Mark smiling, "and you've found our little secret." 
"Let me go!" Karen demanded, "now!" "Now what makes you think we'll do 
that?" asked Mark teasingly. "Mark," Karen calmed down a bit and tried 
to reason with him, thinking that they got on quite well before all 
this. "You know you can't do that, stop before you get deeper and 
deeper." Both Mark and Steve laughed. "Why do you think we'll listen to 
you, my dear Miss Johnson?" Steve asked. "Oh, c'mon" said Karen, "what 
are you going to do, kill me? Otherwise I'm not going to keep my mouth 
shut. If you touch me, you're not going to get away. But if you let me 
go, I can forget about this. This is all I can promise. I'll have to 
tell Dr Jackson about the girl, but I can let all this go." 
	"Well I'm impressed," Mark chuckled. "You're a brave girl. But you're 
wrong. No we're not going to kill you but yes we will shut you up. 
Because soon you yourself will be part of it." With these words he took 
out a jar from his pocket and stood in front of Karen. "Wh-what do you 
want?" Karen asked nervously. She felt totally vul-nerable, completely 
naked and tightly bound in front of two men who were just a foot away 
from her, smiling wickedly. Still smiling, Mark opened the jar and Karen 
could see that there was some kind of ointment inside. Mark scooped some 
with his fingers and proceeded to rub them on Karen's pussy. "No! Stop 
that!" Karen cried out, but with her legs chained wide-spread there was 
nothing she could do, except to cry out in dismay as Mark rubbed the 
ointment on her pussy lips. Mark kept watching her expression as he 
apply the ointment. First it was dismay and anger, then it was fear. For 
soon Karen began to feel an itching and warming sensation at her pussy. 
"Yes, that's right," he said, confirming her fear, "this is going to 
make you the biggest slut in the world."
	"No!" Karen cried out, her voice echoing in the mostly empty room. But 
the itching at her pussy was getting stronger and stronger, and despite 
herself it began to get wet. She wanted to wriggle so much that in fact 
she was a bit grateful that the chains were so tight so that she was not 
put on such a humiliating show for the two men. "Now," Steve said as he 
began caressing her breasts, "are you going to be a good girl and do 
what we say?" He laughed as he felt her nipples hardened quickly in his 
fingers.
	"No way!" Karen screamed with her remaining strength. At this, Steve 
stopped fondling her breasts and, with a swung of his arm, slapped them 
with his full strength. "Ouch!" Karen cried out in pain. With her body 
tightly chained, her 36C breasts took the full force of his blow. "Ah! 
Ah! AH!" She cried out as he kept slapping, with her breasts swinging 
all the time. Soon they were red and her voice was getting weaker and 
weaker.
	"Please, stop!" Finally, she pleaded, "I can't take this anymore! 
Please!"
"So are you going to do want we say?" Steve asked as he slowed down his 
slapping.
"Yes, yes, oh, please, stop! Yes, I'll do what you say!"
	"Good!" Steve chuckled. "Now that you're a good girl, I'm going to give 
you a little reward." And he placed his hand between her legs and began 
rubbing her pussy.
"Oh!" Karen cried out in alarm as she felt Steve touch her wet lips. 
They had now become very sensitive and Steve's touch was sending thrills 
through her body, which soon began to tremble with excitement.
"You like that, huh? You little slut?" Steve asked. Karen closed her 
eyes in dismay and tried to fight with the growing sensation. Getting no 
answer, Steve raised his hand and slapped her breasts again.
"Ah!" Karen winced in pain. "No, please!" 
"Answer me, bitch!" another slap. 
"Oh, oh, y-yes, I-I like that..."
"So do you want to come?"
"Y-yes... Oh, oh God."
"Good, now that you've said it, I'm going to give you a chance to come." 
He then took out a strap-on dildo and attached it to Karen.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Karen asked in alarm.
"Shut up and try this." Steve grabbed the strap-on and twisted it, 
pressing it onto Karen's pussy. As the base of the dildo rubbed on her 
clit, Karen's entire body stiffened and she let out a moan of pleasure.
"You like that? Good, now here we go." Together the two men unattached 
Karen's cuffs from the posts. Karen was already too weak to struggle. 
She just let the two men grabbed her arms and led her out of the room to 
the adjoining one.
"Oh my God!" Her eyes opened wide as she saw who was waiting for her. In 
the middle of the room there was a small table, and Amy was lying 
spread-eagled on it, with her arms and legs cuffed to the legs of the 
table and her hips resting on the edge. "Miss Johnson!" She whimpered. 
"Oh, Amy!" By now Karen could already tell what the two men had in mind. 
She also notice a video cam in a corner of the room pointing towards the 
table, and there's also a camera on the floor. "No! Please! No!" She 
began to struggle but in vain. Weakness swept her over as Steve grabbed 
the strap-on and pressed it against her pussy again. The ointment was 
really having an effect on her and now she was really dying to come. She 
was breathing hard, and her face was blushing and covered with sweat, 
while her breasts were still red from the slapping. Steve and Mark made 
her stood between Amy's wide-spread legs.
"Shut up, Amy. Here Miss Johnston, have a little fun with your 
student..." With Mark holding her, Steve grabbed the strap-on and guided 
it into Amy's defenseless pussy, drawing a moan from the girl. Steve 
then lifted Amy up slight and cuffed Karen's hands together behind Amy's 
back so that she would be holding the girl, preventing her from pulling 
the strap-on out. "C'mon, get working Karen!" Mark said as he gave 
Karen's ass a spank. "Oh!" Karen lurched forward, thrusting the dildo 
deep into her student's pussy, drawing a moan from both the girl and 
herself. She fought hard against the urge to start pumping, but then 
Mark grabbed her hips, pulled them back and then pushed them forward. 
Karen moaned loudly as the force of the thrust pushed the dildo back 
against her burning pussy. She gave in as Mark grabbed her hips and 
pushed her forward again. "Ah! Ah!" She moaned and slowly began pumping 
Amy.
"Oh, Amy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She gasped as she began to pump faster 
and faster. "Oh, Miss Johnson, oh, oh," the student moaned in reply. 
In her heat Karen soon forgot about her predicament. Closing her eyes, 
she fucked her student with abandonment. Amy for her part was also 
responding passionately. She moaned loudly and, as far as her bondage 
would allow her, she lifted her head up and tried to kiss her teacher. 
And reluctant at first, Karen soon began to return the kiss, and soon 
the two were French-kissing passionately. The two men laughed, thinking 
that they had her. They had been recording everything with the videocam 
and the camera. As they saw that Karen was about to come, they came up 
behind her and stopped her.
"Oh, no! Please! Oh!" Karen cried out desperately when Mark grabbed her 
hips and stopped her from fucking Amy. Steve unlocked her cuffs and 
together they lifted the gasping and moaning teacher off her student. 
Karen moaned and protested feebly as they and her knell down on the 
floor, re-cuffed her and attached the cuffs to a chain hanging down from 
the ceiling. Steve then unbuckled and removed the strap-on from her. The 
dildo was glistening with Amy's juices, while Karen's thighs were wet 
with her own.
"Times up, Miss Johnson, the lesson is over!" Steve chuckled as he 
brushed his fingers lightly over Karen's pussy lips, making the young 
woman squirm with excitement. "No! Please! Oh, God, oh, oh," Karen 
moaned. "So you wanna come, you little slut?" Mark asked as he kept 
filming her, capturing the lustful expression on her face. "Y-yes, 
please, I can't take it anymore, please," Karen pleaded. "Well, slut, if 
you want to come you have to do exactly as we say, understand?" "Yes, 
yes, oh, oh..." Pointing the videocam at her face, Mark held up a sheet 
of paper in front of her about away from the videocam. "Say what's 
written on it, and we'll give you what your slutty mind wants."
"Oh, no," Karen protested when she saw what was written on the paper. At 
this, Steve stopped fingering her pussy and reached in front of her. He 
grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it cruelly. Karen cried out in 
pain, but Steve ignored her and pinched it again. When he grabbed the 
other one and was about to pinch both of them, she gave in. "Stop, 
please! I'll say it, oh, just stop!" "Good," Steve said, "now look at 
the camera and tell us who you are and what you have done!"
Sobbing with shame and humiliation, Karen looked up to face the camera. 
"C'mon" Mark urged, "tell us who you are!" "M...my name is K--Karen 
Johnson and...and I am a sl--slut..." 
"So what have you done, slut?" 
"I...I fucked my student Amy...I f-forced her to have sex with me, oh, 
oh," despite her humiliation, Karen couldn't help moaning when Steve's 
fingers returned to her slit.
"Now isn't that rather immoral for a teacher to do?"
"Y-yes and I d-deserved to be punished.... I b-beg you M-mister Simpson 
and mister Howard to take me as your s-slave and p-punish me and u-use 
me in any way you w-want...please..."
"Good, and what do you want now?"
	"Pl-please, I want to come, oh, please, f-fuck me, fuck me...aaaaaAh!" 
Karen cried out as Steve grabbed her hips and buried his cock in her 
pussy with one deep thrust. He began pumping her roughly and soon Karen 
began to come. She cried out loudly but her cries were soon muffled when 
Mark pulled out his cock and thrust it into her mouth. Holding the 
videocam with one hand, he grabbed her head with the other and guided it 
back and forth. Karen offered no resistance and sucked him, while her 
hips were grinding to meet Steve's thrusts. Soon her body was taken by 
another violent orgasm. "Slut!" Steve chuckled. Sensing himself coming, 
he thrust deep into her and filled her pussy while Mark flooded her 
mouth with come.