Message-ID: <8062eli$9802021451@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8062.txt> From: "joy paine" <joypaine@hotmail.com> Subject: TROUBLED TEACHER by Joy Paine (chapters 1 and 2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980201225619.21582.qmail@hotmail.com> The following story is complete (about 30 chapters). TROUBLED TEACHER by Joy Paine This story deals with the blackmail of a woman, and her humiliation, torture, and forced participation in lesbian and heterosexual sex. With one exception, there is no intentional resemblance between any of the story's characters and any real peerson. The exception is that I like to picture myself as one of the participants in the adventure. ========================================================== CHAPTER 1 "OK," Gertie cried. "Here's Betty. That makes the whole club, except Susie. When are you going to let us in on the big secret?" The other women murmured their support for Gertie's impatience. "Or do we have to wait for Susie, too?" one of them complained. "No," said Sheila. "Susie is the one girl we won't have to wait for. I happen to know that she can't make it today, and I happen to know why. And that 'why' is the reason that I called you all together on a day that isn't our regular bridge day." She smiled mysteriously. The babble of voices rose again, to be silenced by Sheila's outstretched hands. "You see," she went on, "Susie is working today. Susie," she smiled, is a whore." The voices rose in a crescendo of disbelief. "Not goody-goody Susie" and "You're kidding!" and other similar phrases were heard above the general tumult. Once again Sheila managed to quiet them. "Hold on, let me finish. Not only is she a whore, but she's working in an anything-goes House that caters not only -- now get this, girls -- not only to men, but also to women customers. And I propose that we drop in on her en masse, for a surprise visit." Again the tumult of uncontrolled discussion and disbelief. Again,Sheila made herself heard. "Hold it!" she shouted. "Let's not cackle like a flock of chickens. I'll be glad to answer -- or at least to discuss -- any of your questions, but let's have a little order. Betty, what were you saying?" "What do you mean by 'anything goes'"? Betty asked. "OK, it's a slight exaggeration, but it's the term that was used by her -- ah -- pimp. No, don't ask me how I got to know him -- I have a right to some secrets, after all. But the rules are that we can do anything at all, as long as it doesn't leave any permanent marks on her body, or inflict any lasting injury. Jack -- let's call him that -- assures me that they have special whips and paddles, for instance, that give various parts of the body a wonderful rosy glow, and make the victim squirm and squeal most prettily, but leave no marks at all that are visible an hour or so after they are used. "And then they have thumbscrews that pinch the nipples, and bigger clamps that squeeze the whole boobs, hard enough to be very painful, but not hard enough to injure the girl. And a special electric-shock thing -- something like a cattle-prod -- that plugs right into the pussy, batteries and all, so that all that is visible is the wire that sticks out, with a switch on the end of it." Sheila noticed that some of the women were starting to drool by now, while some of them were unconsciously rubbing their breasts in self-stimulation. "And of course there are all sorts of things you can do with needles," she went on. "Another cute little item is the dancing slippers. They have electric switches built into them, connected up so that any time she keeps either foot on the floor more than a second -- or whenever both feet touch the floor at the same time -- they set off that electric-shock tampon that she's wearing. And, to keep her mind on business, we can make her wear special clothes all the time -- like a bra-and-panty set lined in the strategic areas with dozens of pin points that give her a little reminder every time she moves. "And in between times, she'll lick our pussies, of course." "But how do they get her to put up with things like that?" "That's one question I can't answer," Sheila admitted. "Maybe she has latent masochistic tendencies, maybe she's being blackmailed. Or maybe she does it strictly for the money. One thing for sure, she doesn't come cheap." "With treatment like that, I'd be surprised if she was able to come at all," one of the girls chuckled. "If we do decide to drop in on her," Sheila went on when the groans had subsided, "It'll cost us $50 each. That's a total of $350 from the seven of us, for one afternoon's work. A pretty good income for her, but only $50 each for us. Just imagine -- $50 to get our little Susie to be dummy all afternoon, while we make one grand slam after another." "And she goes down on every trick," Gertie giggled. That broke them up for a while. ================================================= CHAPTER 2 "But wait a minute", one of the ladies protested. "You mentioned the possibility of blackmail. How can we make sure that they don't take pictures of us that they can use to blackmail us afterward? I just can't imagine anything worse than being forced to work in a place like that," she shuddered. "I've thought of that, too," Sheila replied. "Look here." She picked up a little suitcase from the floor, laid it on the table. Opening the lid, drew out what looked like a small bag, made of black silk. Drawing the bag over her head, she adjusted it so the eyeholes were in the right place, and tied the drawstrings under her chin. "There," she said, her voice a bit muffled by the silk. "I defy the Devil himself to recognize me now, especially with my clothes off." A naughty tone crept into her voice. "Sure, we'll be naked, of course. We'll feel much more wicked that way. And it'll be more fun when Susie gives us the blow job -- or we work on each other, if the spirit moves us. And look," she demonstrated, "these masks have flaps that open up over the mouth, so they won't interfere with any kissing we want to do. "And that's part of the fun, too," she went on. "If we want to make a little love with one another, nobody will know for sure who her partner is. And the rest of the girls won't know who is making out, of course. And -- most delicious of all -- Susie won't know who is raping her (I think we can use that word) while we'll know damned who she is. "So any pictures that are taken will show only Susie with a bunch of anonymous naked girls, so there's no possible way they can be used to blackmail any of us. "As a matter of fact," she added as an afterthought, "we might like to take a few pictures ourselves. Not only as souvenirs, but just think of the kick if we spring them on Susie some time during our regular bridge sessions. For instance," she giggled, "we could have a set of prints made up the size of our playing cards, and let the dummy casually lay them out some time when Susie is declarer. You'd be willing to make the prints for us in your lab, wouldn't you, Gertie?" Gertie nodded, caught up in the spirit of the adventure. "So let's put it to a vote. We don't all have to go, although Jack says that we'll have to pay a total of $350, regardless of how many of us do take part. How about it, girls?" The motion carried unanimously. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>