Message-ID: <7597eli$9804051748@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
From: "Road Runner" <roadrunner911@hotmail.com>
Subject: RP by request: Slave Teacher (nc, bd, humil) Ch.1-2
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: <19980405173937.23481.qmail@hotmail.com>


Thanks to everyone who sent in their request, here's the first four 
chapters of the story with corrections. 

The contents 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.

This story is inspired by two comic books that a friend got me many 
years ago when he visited Tokyo. According to my limited knowledge of 
Japanese it's called something like "Miss Keiko's Private Tutorial", 
about a young teacher at a boys' school being blackmailed into becoming 
a sex slave by first her students then her colleagues. The plot was kind 
of surreal but reading it was a big turn-on for me in my younger 
days...and it made me want to write my own teacher-blackmail story (I 
know there's a couple of them around already, but please bear with me). 
The comic books were supposed to belong to an entire series but my 
friend only got me the first two volumes, and I'd Really like to know 
what happened in the end! If anyone has read the whole series, could 
he/she please post and tell me the ending? Thanks!!
And here's the story.

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 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 vulnerable, 
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.

II.

After her mind-blowing orgasm, Karen just hung on the chains gasping as 
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 filming 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 off but 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 
chuckled. 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 didn't 
give 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, such 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 see how it 
goes 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, and 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, and when some 
male students started grinning when they noticed shortly afterwards 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, 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 to act 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 complement?"
	"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 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 as 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 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.




______________________________________________________
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 |