Blair's Freshman Year By Volante DISCLAIMER: This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property of the author. Any reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited without the express written permission of the author. The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sex. It is intended for adults only. If you are offended by material of this nature, are under the legal age in your location to read this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this material, go no further. Chapter 5 The next morning I got up early to have plenty of time to meet my History professor, Mr. Harrison, for the make-up test. My arms and legs were sore at the joints from the previous days treatment, but as I flexed and stretched during my morning routine the stiffness let up. I met Mr. Harrison in his office at the appointed time to retake the test. I breezed through all of the questions. Jana's instruction the night before had given me the insight I needed to ace the test. Thinking back on it, I probably could have studied on my own without being forced and done just as well. But now, due to the threat of Mrs. Carter's "treatments", I was determined not to get behind again. Mr. Harrison graded the paper on the spot and gave me an A+. "Ms. Carter can sure work wonders on her girls." He said as I was leaving. "If you only knew the half of it," I smirked back. I called my mother later in the day and told her I got an A on the make up test. She pleased and praised me for my hard work. Hardly at all the same woman I talked to yesterday. I spent some time with Carol in the afternoon going over our Math homework. We were in different classes but had the same instructor for the course. As we worked, I wondered how Carol would react to the "forced" study treatment. At dinner, Ms. Carter warned us that she was having a guest over at 8 o'clock. She asked us to avoid the living room that evening and gave us permission to wear clothes if we needed to be in that area tonight. Around 7:30 Carol and I were watching TV in the living room. Ms. Carter came in and asked to speak to me. I entered the foyer with her. "Blair, don't panic, but I want you to see something in the basement." My eyes widened. I was afraid I was going to be disciplined again. What had I done? "Calm down," she said reassuring me. "You've done nothing wrong. I just want you to watch something. Okay?" I nodded and she opened the door to the basement. This time the stairs and room below were lit. I followed her down. Jana was already in the treatment room. She was busy arranging a large table in the middle of the room. The table was so large I wondered where it could have come from; I surely would have noticed something that large. A closer examination of the tables revealed a series of slats and hinges. The table apparently folded up for compact storage. Yet from the look of it, the table was remarkably sturdy. Jana saw us and smiled. "Almost ready." She said. "Good, he will be here in a few minutes," said Ms. Carter. "Follow me, Blair I want to show you something." She led me over to large, sliding door made of wood. The door almost blended in with the wall. If you were looking at the door it could easily be seen, but a quick glance could fail to reveal it. I certainly hadn't paid any attention to it the day before. The room beyond was dark and full of clutter. There were chairs, tables, cabinets and boxes all stacked against the wall. One thing stood out in here. A medium sized office desk free of clutter. A computer monitor was the only thing atop the desk. I followed as she entered the room and turned right stopping at another door. Opening this door revealed a final room. This was a smaller room. It was long and narrow, kind of like a real wide hallway. As we entered I saw the main feature of this room. One wall was entirely glass that looked into the main room where Jana was. The giant wall-to-wall mirror in the main room was actually a two-way mirror. I watched Jana from the backside of the glass as she positioned a small mat on top of the table. Mrs. Carter went to the far end our "viewing" room and began to set up several video cameras. There was a bookshelf on the narrow wall at the end of this room. It held an assortment of cameras and tripods. Along the long wall opposite the mirror was a sofa. From this sofa someone could comfortably watch all the activities in the main room. Ms. Carter finished adjusting the cameras and motioned for me to have a seat on the sofa. As I took a seat she said, "Jana is more responsible than I am for getting you that shot at a retest in History class. Mr. Harrison insisted upon Jana being the girl to work out the trade off. She and I are so glad you passed the test that it makes these bargains worth while." "What bargain. I didn't..." I started. "Shh," Ms. Carter hushed me. "It wasn't your decision to make. Jana agreed to Mr. Harrison's request to give you another chance. That's why Jana was so hard you last night with your study time. She wanted to make sure you did well to make her trade off worth it." "Furthermore," She added, "I feel it would be in your best interest to watch her tonight earn your new grade. Please do not feel in debt to her or sorry for her. You have already paid her back by making an A on Mr. Harrison's test. She has done this before and gladly accepts the opportunity to help out the girls she likes. Please remain quite back here and I will come get you when it's over." Ms. Carter left the room. Ms. Carter the appeared on the other side of the glass. Jana saw her come in and said, "I'm ready." "Very well," Ms. Carter replied. "Onto the table then." Jana climbed onto the table and laid spread eagle. The table was large enough so that even with her arms and legs spread in four directions no part of her dangled over any edge. Once in place, Ms. Carter began to wrap padded leather straps around each wrist and ankle and buckled them tight. Next she tied off each strap to eyebolts at each corner of the table. Jana tested her bonds gently and nodded to Ms. Carter. Seeing Jana secured, Ms. Carter produced a blindfold and slipped it over Jana's head. Content her vision was now blocked, Ms. Carter then left the room, up the stairs. I waited in silence watching Jana lay still. What Ms. Carter had said to me was all a blur. Was Jana trading off her body to Mr. Harrison in exchange for me re-taking the test this morning? I tried to deal with these thoughts in my head. I was feeling awful that Jana was having to do this for me. Soon I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Ms. Carter and Mr. Harrison entered the room. Both were dressed. Mr. Harrison immediately saw Jana lying naked, spread eagle and strapped down and walked over to her. He placed a hand on the ribcage and moved up toward her breasts. "I never get tired of looking at this girl naked," he said with a wicked grin. Had Jana done this before with him? "Just remember," Ms. Carter said, "do not leave any marks of any kind on her." Mr. Harrison nodded but didn't appear to be listening to her as he continued to stare at Jana's form. He moved his hand up and kneaded her left breast. Jana never winced or grimaced as he moved up and tweaked her nipple. Seeing him lost in the girl before him, Ms. Carter said, "I'll leave you for now. I'll be back in 30 minutes." She left the room. Turning his head to make sure they were alone, Mr. Harrison began to remove his clothes. He was actually a fairly attractive older man. I guessed his age to be late forties. Taking off his shirt, I was amazed there was no flab. This man must work out a lot, I thought. When he dropped his pants, my jaw dropped at seeing his enormous penis. His dick was already erect and must have been at least 10 inches long. I hoped that he didn't hurt her with that thing. He got onto the table between Jana's legs and bent is head toward her open pussy. From my angle I could see exactly what he was doing. Jana wasn't re- acting to his efforts so that couldn't be used as an indicator either. Jana must be blocking him out, I thought. It wasn't long before he finished lapping at her and rose up to straddle her. He entered her standard missionary style. Jana's face never so much as twitched as he began to pound her with his gigantic cock. His stamina was impressive; he continued to pump into her for at last 10 minutes, never breaking his tempo. Finally, he began to groan as he reached his own limit and climaxed into her. Without ever speaking to her he got off the table, stood up and got dressed. Once clothed, he opened the door and went upstairs, leaving Jana alone again. I wondered if I should go let her loose? As I was standing up to go release her, I saw Ms. Carter come back down still wearing clothes. Knowing I was behind the mirror she waved for me to come back into the main room. I aided her in removing the buckles form Jana. "Were you trying to block out what was happening?" I asked Jana. "Is that you were so still?" "No." She said, flexing her wrists now that they were free. "He likes his girls to lay still and motionless. If you move it makes him unhappy. Don't ask me how I know this." "Jana, I am so sorry you had to be used like this to get another chance at..." I said, still in shock of what I had seen. Jana cut me off. "No apologies, Blair. You had no choice in this. I did this for you. You passed your make-up test. That was your payment to me for this." "I just feel, I owe you something." I said. "You owe me nothing." Jana said. "Just keep your grades..." Ms. Carter interrupted. "Blair, I can see that this isn't sinking in. You don't owe her anything." "I want to pay her back." I pleaded. "What she went through..." "Blair," she interrupted again. "If you absolutely insist on doing something for her then get up on the table and suck Mr. Harrison's cum out of her pussy." Disgusting, I thought. I had given my last boyfriend a blowjob once and when he came in my mouth I had thought it to be the worst taste in the world. I looked at Ms. Carter, hoping she was joking. "Get to it," Mrs. Carter said sternly. "You're not going to be happy until you pay her back so lick up his sperm." Jana just looked at me expectantly, raised up on her elbows. Resigned to pay off my debt, I climbed onto the table. Some of his cum had already leaked out and dribbled down her buttocks. I closed my eyes and applied my tongue to the gooey substance dripping out of her. I don't know if it was because Jana's pussy tasted so sweet or what but I quickly found the taste of the semen enjoyable. I savored the combined flavor of Jana's pussy and his cum. After licking up all that trickled out I turn my focus to her hole. I dove my tongue deep into her pussy. I pressed my mouth tightly around her vagina and sucked. Mr. Harrison must have ejaculated a quart into her. As I sucked, his cum started flowing into my mouth and wouldn't stop. I felt Jana trying help push the goo out, adding to the flow. I swallowed as fast as I could, attempting to capture it all. Finally the flow of semen stopped and I relaxed as I leisurely lapped at the inside of her pussy. Jana rose up and pulled my head from her lap. She brought me up and we kissed. She entered mouth with her tongue also getting a taste of residual cum. After separating, she asked, "Satisfied? Debt paid?" I shrugged. "Good." Jana said. "I don't want to hear anymore about it. This subject is closed." As we got up we noticed Ms. Carter had left us. I helped Jana fold up the table and stash it away in the adjacent storage room. While crossing the main room to go back upstairs, Jana said, " When we have some time, I'll show a few cool things in here. I know so far all you have seen is the harsh stuff in this room, but there are some wicked fun toys down here." I nodded. If Jana thought it was fun then I was up for trying it. We turned off the light and went back up.