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RP by request: Slave Teacher (nc, bd) Ch.1-2 


The content of this story is of sexual nature and may involve blackmail, 
bondage and non-consensual sex. Anyone who may be offended by these 
stuff please do not read.
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or 
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If 
you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

The Slave Teacher

(c) 1998 Roadrunner

I.

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 what the girl was up to. 
She followed Amy to the gym where the girl entered a storeroom. 
      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 reached under her 
skirt and pulled off her panties. She then bent over a bench and lifted 
up her skirt, exposing her bare buttocks. Steve 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 here! 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 kind of dizzy, and before she could figure out what was 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 storerooms 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, just 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 vulnerable, being 
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 it 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 more ointment on her pussy lips. Mark kept watching her 
expression as he applied 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 she began to get wet. She wanted to wriggle so much that 
she was a bit grateful that the chains were so tight so that she would 
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 between 
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 her, causing her breasts 
to swing every 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 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 put it on 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 grab her arms and lead 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 noticed a video camera 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 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 Johnson, 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 slightly 
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 became oblivious of 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. Reluctant at first, Karen 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 made her kneel down 
on the floor, re-cuffed her hands 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.
        "Time's 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 
taping 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 but 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-deserve 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.


II.

After her mind-blowing orgasm, Karen just hung on the chains, gasping, 
while the two men kept on filming her, with her hair matted with sweat 
and with come dripping down her chin and her thighs. They then unchained 
her and laid her down on her back. Exhausted, she just lay there 
passively even when all her cuffs were removed. Amy was also untied and 
was led to Karen by a leash and a leather collar on her neck.
        "C'mon, Amy, you know what to do," Steve said as he unattached 
her leash, leaving the collar on. "Yes, sir." Amy replied meekly. With 
the two men taping and taking pictures again, Amy climbed on top of 
Karen and began kissing her face gently, licking the come off her chin. 
"No..." Karen protested feebly but didn't really try to stop her. Her 
breath quickened again as Amy licked her way down her neck, her breasts, 
her belly and finally to her pussy. Despite herself, Karen spread her 
legs to give her student a better access. She closed her eyes in 
abandonment when Amy started licking the come and juices off her thighs, 
and when Amy's tongue finally reached her pussy, she couldn't hold back 
any longer and let out a moan, and she heard the two men chuckle. 
However, all she did was to grab Amy's head and press it against her 
pussy. She began grinding her hips to meet Amy's tongue, and within 
seconds she came again with a loud moan. Afterwards, Amy climbed on top 
of her again to kiss her on the lips, giving her a taste of her own 
juices.
        "Good work, Amy," Steve patted the girl's head gently and she 
knelt down next to him. "And you, slut, get dressed," he said as he 
threw her her clothes. Karen gathered her strength and got up. She 
hesitated when she saw that she was only given back her blouse and 
pants, without any underwear. "A slut doesn't wear any underwear," Mark 
said laughing. "From tomorrow on, you will never wear a bra," Steve 
added, "and when you wear a blouse, you are to leave the first two 
buttons open, is that clear?" "But..." Karen began to protest but Steve 
interrupted her. "One more word and I'll make it three! Now, is that 
understood?" "Y-yes." "Yes who?" "Yes, s-sir."
        "Good," Steve chuckled. "And also, you should always wear a 
short skirt, and the hem-line should be at least three inches above your 
knees, and underneath you'll wear whatever we give you. As we haven't 
given you anything today, you'll wear nothing under your skirt tomorrow. 
And whenever you have to pick up something on the floor, you should 
always bend over, and never kneel down. Is that clear?" Seeing her 
hesitate again, he grabbed her left nipple and pinched. "Ah!" Karen 
cried out in pain. "Do as you're told or every boy in this school will 
get a copy of those videotapes that we just made! Now is that clear? Or 
maybe we should start off by distributing the photos and give them a 
taste first?" "No! No! Please!" Karen pleaded. "Then answer me, slut! Is 
everything clear?" "Y-yes, sir." Karen could barely bring herself to say 
those words. "Now get dressed and go!"
      With her head lowered in shame, Karen began to get dressed. 
"Remember," Mark added, "obey everything we say or every boy in this 
school will be jerking off watching your tape! And don't try anything 
funny. If anything happens, Amy will always back us up and say that you 
made her have sex with you. Right Amy?" Amy, who was still kneeling 
obediently next to him, nodded meekly. At this Karen couldn't hold back 
her tears anymore and began sobbing, but the two men just laughed.

      Karen could feel her cheeks burning when she arrived at school the 
following day. When she walked across the playground, some students just 
stopped chatting and stared at her in her light-blue blouse and short 
skirt. She tried to walk slowly and not to make her breasts bounce so 
much, so that people would not notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. She 
was greeted by a surprised look from everyone as she entered the staff 
room. "Hi," she tried to sound as normal as possible when she greeted 
the teachers there, but immediately she noticed the look of disdain from 
a couple of her colleagues. As she had been ordered, she left the first 
two buttons of her blouse open. But she had worn her panties. She 
couldn't bear to wear such a short skirt without panties--besides, the 
skirt that she was wearing was the only one in her wardrobe that would 
meet Steve's requirement. She figured that, since Steve and Mark were 
not sharing the same staff room with her, she could try to avoid them 
during school day and keep her panties on, and then take them off after 
school. Although they could tell just by looking at her whether she was 
wearing a bra, they'd have to check to see if she was wearing panties. 
As they would not take any risk with her in public, all she had to do 
was to avoid being with them alone, and then she'd just see how things 
go after school. After school...she shuddered when she thought about the 
implication of that.
      Her plan did seem to work. It was really embarrassing at first 
when she began teaching. She thought she was going to die of shame when 
she entered the classroom, when all the students just looked at her 
shapely legs as they were revealed by her short skirt. Soon some male 
students started grinning when they noticed that she wasn't wearing a 
bra. Gradually, she managed to overcome the embarrassment and went on 
teaching as usual. Then in the last class of the day, when Karen was 
writing on the blackboard, Amy threw her pen down so that it went 
rolling on the floor until it was below the blackboard. "Oh, I'm sorry, 
Miss Johnson. Could you pick that up for me please?" she said.
      Karen turned around and looked at Amy in shock, as she realized 
what that would mean. Amy on her part just looked at her and whispered 
the word "sorry" with a frightened look on her face. So she must have 
been made to do that by Steve and Howard, Karen figured, and would 
probably have to report to them about the result.
      Karen hesitated and the entire class waited in an awkward silence. 
Finally--"Oh yes, sure," she took a deep breath and said. As her 
students watched, and with her back facing them, she bent over and 
picked up the pen. Her face was blushing with embarrassment when she 
turned around and saw the reactions of her students. Everyone was 
staring at her with wide-open eyes (and for some, mouths), and some boys 
were already whispering to each other and laughing. She tried not to 
think about how much she must have revealed to them and acted like 
nothing had happened when she walked over to Amy's seat and handed her 
the pen. "There you go, Amy. Please be careful and don't do that again." 
She said, almost pleadingly. "Now quiet please everyone, and turn to 
page..." 

      "Why did you do that?" Karen asked Amy when the class was over, 
"did they make you do it? Listen, we don't have to..." "Please, Miss 
Johnson," Amy interrupted her, "we're not allowed to talk except in 
class. Mr Simpson wants to see you in his office right after school." 
And with these words she ran off.
      Karen's hand was trembling slightly when she knocked on Mark's 
door. Before coming she had first gone to the ladies' room to take her 
panties off, but now she wasn't really sure if this would be able to 
fool him, and she dared not think about the consequences if it failed. 
      Her fear seemed to be confirmed immediately. Mark greeted her like 
he would greet a student in trouble. He let her in and made her wait 
standing in front of his desk while he finished marking some homework. 
Finally he stopped, leaned back on his chair and looked at her. "Nice 
skirt," said Mark teasingly.
      Karen blushed. "Have you forgotten all your manners, slut? What do 
you say when people give you a compliment?"
        "Th-thank you..."
        "Your manners, slut!" Mark said sternly as he suddenly slapped 
Karen's thigh with a wooden ruler.
      "Ouch!" Karen flinched, and Mark hit her again. "Listen, slut! 
When you talk to me, you always refer to me as 'sir'! And when I give 
you the punishment that you deserve, you stand still to take it or 
you'll get more! Is that clear?"
      "Oh, yes, yes, s-sir."
      Mark sat back and eyed the young woman as she rubbed the red welts 
on her thighs. "So you have done as you're told and come to school 
without your bra and panties, slut?" he asked.
      "Y-yes, sir," Karen stammered.
      "Show me."
      Biting her lip, Karen raised her skirt and let Mark have a clear 
view of her pussy. "Good," Mark said. "And did your students get a good 
look at your pussy today?"
      Karen was speechless. "No..." finally she answered, almost 
whispering. Now she really felt like a naughty girl caught by her 
teacher. "What did you say?" Mark asked in a threatening voice. "I-I'm 
sorry s-sir.... I have w-worn my panties during the day..." "Say that 
again, you worthless slut!"
      "Please, I'm sorry!" Karen dropped down on her knees, frightened. 
"I just couldn't do it, please!"
      "I told you to do everything I say! And you have not only 
disobeyed me but also lied to me about it! So you want me to give your 
tapes and photos out, right?"
      "No, please! Don't!" Karen pleaded, "I'll do anything! Just don't 
give those tapes away!"
      "You'll do anything? You didn't even do one simple thing that I 
asked!"
      "Please! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Punish me! Just don't give those 
tapes away!"
      Hearing those words and seeing Karen on her hands and knees, Mark 
smiled. Her reactions were exactly as they had hoped. "You bet you need 
to be punished. You've got some serious lessons waiting for you, slut!"
       "Now, you take these keys and go to storeroom one behind the gym 
and wait for me," Mark began. "When you get there, take off your clothes 
and get down on your knees and wait. Is that clear?"
        "Y-yes, sir."
      "One more thing. I find the weather today rather nice. Don't you 
just love breezy weather, slut?"
      "Y-yes, sir," Karen answered, somewhat puzzled.
      "Good. Now when you go to the gym, you'll walk right across the 
playground, and keep your hands down all the time. If the wind blows up 
your skirt, you'll not try to cover it with your hands, understood?"
      "Oh please...Ouch!" Karen's protest was immediately cut short by a 
slap on her thighs by the ruler.
      "Understood?"
      "Oh y-yes, sir."

      Karen's heart was pounding in her chest when she walked across the 
playground to the gym. Fortunately, the wind was not as strong as she 
had feared, and her skirt didn't get blown up. But still, she couldn't 
walk too fast for fear that her skirt would be raised, and as a result 
the few students who were still hanging around after school all got a 
good look at her legs. What's worst, she was sure that they could see 
the bright red welts left by the ruler on her thighs. When she finally 
reached the gym, she walked quickly to the storerooms and, after 
checking that no student was following her, she entered the first 
storeroom and closed the door behind her. The camera and the videocam 
were still there, reminding her of her ordeal yesterday. Blushing with 
shame, she quickly took off her clothes, knelt down and waited.





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