Teacher's Lesson
by unknown

She had already seen about everything, totally revealed sex up there, every kind of sex, things that she had done and things that she had only wanted to try. Right now, there was a pair up there fucking - a nice-looking blonde woman, with a good figure, who looked something like Helen, and a short, husky black guy, with a huge erection. That rigid black cock had already been in this blonde's mouth where she had thoroughly sucked it for him. It had been in her hot, humid pussy, and right now was imbedded full depth in her ass. And from the look on her face, she seemed to be enjoying it very much.

Helen was also enjoying it very much, the sight of the blonde's anus stretched around this rigid chocolate cock. Maybe she had never tried it that way, but right now she would trade places with the blonde on the screen in a second. And no question about it, Helen was excited. She had unhooked her bra earlier so that she could caress her nipples. That wasn't enough, however; she had also pulled her panties down, and as the black actor on the screen fucked away, Helen - with the dildo she brought along - matched him stroke for stroke in her hot, oily vagina.

Helen's problem seemed to begin around Thanksgiving time, when she had a few days vacation from her job teaching school, and nothing special to do with it. Her husband was away, as usual, in California on some kind of business or other, and would not be back for another week or ten days- she didn't really know, and as a matter of fact, didn't very much care.

Her problem had really begun earlier, several months earlier, when her relationship with her husband started to go sour. There was nothing special that she could point to, except perhaps that they had been married for seven years, and maybe he had the seven year itch. Maybe he had a girlfriend he saw during all that time that he spent out of town. Whatever, he was not very interesting or very interested either, and not a very exciting lover any more, that is, when they got around to making love at all rather than fight.

She knew that sex was great fun, but it had certainly not been such great fun lately. Last time, while her husband was away on one of his trips, she had looked into the window of a local porno shop - the one on Howard Street - and noticed that there were no customers in the store just then. She also saw there was on the wall a large display of rubber goods. She went in, furtively looked at these dildos, butt-pluggers and the like, quickly selected three different ones - a large pink one, a still larger brown one, and a huge black one, took all three to the clerk - an interesting looking, husky black guy, who stared at her with frankly interested eyes - but she shut him up, paid him the money, and left.

It was a short trip home. As she drove, her thoughts were mixed. She had never used a dildo before although she had masturbated plenty of times, usually with a finger though sometimes with a wax candle, and now and then with an unpeeled banana. She had seen, a few times, some huge carrots in the local Greek fruit and vegetable store, and now looked for them. When they were available, she would take some. Now, she thought, she had a selection in rubber, in different sizes and colors. Maybe these would offer her amusement and pleasure - things that she was not really getting from her husband.

The dildos did work all right, bringing her to repeated heaving orgasms. She even tried the smaller one anally, finding that tight and a bit uncomfortable, but still different and exciting. No man had ever gone into her that way, and once she had thought that no man ever would, but now she wasn't so sure. Maybe it would be fun to try, especially if he was built like this dildo was - that is, not hung too large.

At Thanksgiving time, though, she was alone, bored, and feeling a strange kind of unknown excitement. In looking at the movie ads in the newspaper she found one item that had promise, and it was from a porno theater nearby, one where she had been a couple of times before, always alone. The ad said that the theater had some new features and some excellent films, and something else that caught her eye - the balcony was now reserved for single women and couples. She felt suddenly elated. This was something to do, something different, something even dangerous that excited her tremendously. She was going to go, alone, go up in the balcony. Maybe she would even take along a dildo...maybe the smaller one.

Helen dressed casually, wearing a skirt and sweater, low heels. Certainly there was nothing glamorous about this outfit. It did nothing much to show off her voluptuous body, her delicious full breasts, exciting thighs, her gorgeous, shapely behind. That's ok, she thought, I'm not trying to show off for anybody today.

She went to the 5PM showing, figuring that on Thanksgiving day that there would be very few people there, and certainly nobody that she could possibly know. She bought a ticket from the cashier, not really noticing who the girl was sitting there in the booth. The girl, however, certainly noticed her, watched her go up the stairs to the balcony, and with a laugh, the cashier picked up the phone from where it was hanging on a cradle on the wall, right next to her head.

The cashier was named Karen Mills, and was also a senior student at Helen's school. This particular student had been in trouble a number of times and had been befriended by Jim Seymour, the school's athletic coach. In Jim Seymour's book, he helped his friends (and regularly fucked his friends), and his friends helped him. One time before Karen had seen Helen in this very theater and later that night, while lying under Jim Seymour, his large, virile cock imbedded full depth in her tight cunt, she had mentioned seeing Helen there. He had ordered her to keep an eye out for the teacher, and if ever again she saw her at the Porno Theater, that she was immediately to call him.

His luck was in; she got him at home, on the first call. He promised that he would be right there to take charge.

Helen went upstairs to the balcony and found a seat where there was nobody close by, only one couple anywhere nearby, and they were seated six or seven rows in front of her. She very quickly got absorbed in the film, and was immediately excited with the nudity and the sex. She watched one couple on the screen making love in the usual way, much oral sex, some anal sex, two women together, all the things she had thought about but mostly had never tried. No question about it, she was very excited, feeling herself close to orgasm.

She pulled her skirt higher. Why not, she thought, there was nobody to see, nobody was paying any attention to her. And maybe she would take her panties down a bit. So she did that, too. Within seconds she had the dildo out of her purse, her knees raised, her thighs spread, the dildo buried in her squishy, humid pussy. That is why, probably, when the flash unit went off, almost in her face, she was so shocked - somebody had just taken her picture!!! Oh my, oh shit!!! Who??

Very quickly Helen knew who. She heard a voice, an ugly voice, a voice that she already knew too well. It was Jim Seymour, another teacher at the school where she worked, a macho type who taught PE and coached the basketball team. He had a bad reputation among the other teachers and had made a million passes at Helen; he also had a habit of fucking around with the young girls, the sophomore and junior girls who were impressed by his large muscles and were not turned off by his total lack of any brains. Helen knew that she was going to have major trouble now with Mr. Jim Seymour, though exactly how this would come to pass was still a mystery. She quickly pulled the dildo out of her, pulled her panties up, and looked around. Now there was nobody to be seen, not another person was in the balcony. For a moment she hoped that she had imagined the whole thing, but knew in her heart that it wasn't true.

Now totally disgusted with herself and a bit afraid as well, Helen went home. She hadn't even been in the door two minutes when the phone rang. Expecting that it might be Jim Seymour making his now-expected move, she answered in an icy voice. Sure enough, he responded.

"I have the prettiest picture of you, honey," he said. "I finally have seen that gorgeous pussy I have dreamed about for so long. And now I'm going to see it in person. You're going to show it to me in about fifteen minutes when I ring your doorbell."

Helen was furious with him. She detested this clown, and told him so. She also said he could take his picture and shove it, that he was never going to show it to anybody because having it would place him in the Porno Show theatre, too, and incriminate himself. He answered her with a laugh.

"For that, baby, I'm gonna ride you rough...before I get through with you, I'm going to make you eat shit!!"

At first Helen was simply angry and excited, but as time passed and she calmed down a little she thought through her predicament. She decided that there was not much he really could do and that hopefully she had nothing much to worry about. So when her phone rang again, perhaps an hour later, she was rather shocked to hear the voice instead of Mrs. Harvey Hudson, the president of her local School Board, and the woman in charge of the discipline review committee for teachers. The woman who could get her fired from the job she really needed.

*****

Mrs. Harvey Hudson was a force to be reckoned with. And perhaps the reason she was that force - beyond the fact that she had a large, loud mouth and was a major player on the local school board - was her husband, a fundamentalist preacher, a religious leader in the community, a large man himself, also with a loud mouth. And together the Hudsons, husband and wife, regarded themselves as the voice of authority in this community in all matters regarding morals. They knew that there were transgressions aplenty, they knew that every kind of heinous sin abounded, and that the very leaders of this town were amongst the largest, most frequent sinners. Every area of sin interested the Hudsons, but nothing so much as sexual transgression, especially in the deviate area.

They knew about the porno theater, and they knew what happened there. They made a point of driving past frequently, watching while parked nearby to see what community leader might sneak in, to see what he (or she), just might do there.

As a matter of fact, Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Hudson had themselves gone into the theatre on several occasions, so that they might see for themselves this evidence of immorality. Certainly they did not go in because they had any interest personally in the filth on the screen - the nudity there, the perversity, the fucking and sucking. Oh no. No, certainly not. If they watched, it was simply to gather evidence against the workings of Satan. If in watching they got excited themselves, it was to be understood, and a bit of private masturbation on their part was acceptable as the price they must pay in order to do the Lord's research.

But there was one thing the Hudson's did know: that one day a sinner, a true transgressor, would be delivered to them for correction. They would do then their mission and do it well. They would correct this evil person in ways yet unimagined.

So it was the same evening Helen went to the porno theater and managed to get herself photographed by Jim Seymour, that Jim dropped in on the Hudsons with the incriminating photo. He told them that he had gone there to be vigilant for them, had seen another teacher there, and took this picture. One look at the photo and they knew that Satan's agent had just been delivered to them for correction, for punishment and training - to have evil totally purged from her in the fundamental way in which they both believed.

That night at home, both resting nude in their large bedroom, they thought about the Bible and about Helen and about her delicious body. They looked at the Polaroid photograph of the teacher, her knees raised and spread, the dildo inserted in her humid pussy, the obvious approach of orgasm only an instant away. The Reverend Mr. Hudson, in his most religious attitude, considered the photograph, considered the delights shown, and held in his hand his huge, rigid erection, thinking of a hundred different things that on an inquisitorial basis he intended to discover about Helen. This one was obviously deep into illicit sex. Well, Harvey Hudson would hear her confession, and suitable penance would be assigned. At the thought he almost went into spontaneous orgasm, his rigid cock now quivering at the thought of the delicious, near naked school teacher, at the delights already exposed in the photograph, and all the rest that he would surely be seeing and enjoying - all in the name of saving her soul, please understand. Yes, there was a higher purpose in exercising and exorcising a sinner, and work though it might be, the Hudson's would willingly participate.

His wife, her legs widespread, her excited pussy sopping wet, now excited almost beyond redemption at the thought and the prospect, thrust a searching finger into her moist, squishy femininity and felt the great joy of a heaving orgasm, brought on by the pleasure of simply thinking about Helen's capture and training...and of the immense pleasures that must inevitably follow.

*****

Verna Hudson's call to Helen was simple enough. She looked at the photograph and thought about the delicious blonde teacher, imagining the fun to be had in bringing down this deviant tramp, in reducing her to screaming and pleading, in putting bright, flaming red stripes - applied with consummate skill and delight - across her naked behind, in inserting large, painful devices in her most intimate holes, and doing all this in the name of religion and repentance, of inquisition and inquiry. Verna was very excited at the prospect. And Helen was frankly terrified.

She told Helen that she was looking at a shocking photograph of her, and that they needed to talk about it. They needed to talk about it right away, like later tonight, like at 9 pm, an hour from now. Helen was to be ready to be picked up promptly at 9, that the limousine of Dr. Hudson would pull up at her front door exactly on time, and that Helen was to step immediately into the back seat. Her punctuality was required, was demanded, and any tardiness on her part would be sternly punished.

Helen gasped at that, at hearing about being sternly punished. She had heard once that Mrs. Hudson had punished a student, a senior girl named Amy Shaw, who had gotten pregnant, had an abortion, and returned to school so that she might graduate. Before being readmitted, she was required to call on Mrs. Hudson to be lectured. It was a very different lecture from what she expected.

The girl was "compelled" to strip stark naked, to confess in great graphic detail what she had done to get into trouble. The lecture she got included a very thorough spanking on her naked behind, applied by the strong right hand of Mrs. Hudson. Verna had taken great joy in watching this sexy teenager take off every stitch, looked at the delicious young breasts, the beautiful bottom. Soon, Amy was turned up over Verna's lap, sunny-side up. And she did get her spanking, applied at first with Verna's bare hand, and then using Verna's favorite, a sturdy leather razor strop, only 16 inches long, but 3 inches wide, and surprisingly wicked in effect. Verna did an artistic job in thrashing Amy's naked teenaged ass, painting it ten different shades of pink and red. That part, Helen had heard. The whole school had heard about it somehow. A select few even got to see the photographs of the delightful naked Amy that were taken that evening.

What Helen had not heard was that Amy's lesson was witnessed by the Reverend Doctor Hudson, who watched the panties taken off this girl, watched her hands fastened behind her back with twine, watched the strop frolic in its furious dance across her upturned bottom, heard her cry when the strop first flashed across her rump, heard those cries turn into shrieks of agony, heard her beg for forgiveness and plead to be released.

And when Verna had finished with stropping her, tossing the leather down on the floor and storming out, she left Amy for bigger and better things. The good Doctor Hudson picked it up and added a few more strokes for emphasis. And a bit more, for more emphasis. Finally, he zipped open his trousers, took out his monstrous thick cock, separated the exquisite cheeks of Amy's beautiful, fiery-pink bare ass, thumbed a thick wad of grease into her anus, and ignoring her cries, her plea for mercy, forced his rigid rod very slowly into her to full depth.

Now, you know that the good Doctor was really not at all interested in sex with this girl. You know that his motives lie elsewhere. Yes, the good Dr. Hudson believed in religion and education, and was willing to go to any length to insure that a student was suitably taught, was willing to exert himself in the name of justice. And so he fucked her delectably in the ass after her spanking, knowing that for it she would learn, and eventually be all the better a person for it.

Amy later returned to school, but for the first day or two she found it difficult to sit still - in fact, to sit at all. The fact that almost the whole school knew just why she couldn't sit still for a second didn't help her state of mind at all. So justice was done. And the Hudsons, husband and wife both, were prepared to consider the case of any sinner, especially if the sinner was young, female and attractive. That was the particular style of sinner that interested them most. A sinning young boy was not of any great interest to them, he could be simply kicked out of school for a while as punishment for all they thought or cared.

But Helen and her transgressions, now that was another matter, that was interesting. It was exciting, fascinating. Yes, it was indeed. In her case, the Hudsons were prepared to think about sinning and about crime, and especially about punishment. Helen had provided the crime, and the Hudsons would provide the punishment.

And would Jim Seymour be rewarded for bringing this case to their attention? Why certainly he would. He had helped them before. He had found them another student, one young but already schooled in anal sex. But there, too, Jim had been rewarded. Given the student's indicated interest in perverse fucking, Jim was allowed to use her in his own ways, devious though they might be (and exciting to watch, since the Hudson's had the entire episode on videotape, perhaps as protection in case somebody might choose to protest). And of course, speaking of videotape, the entire episode tonight - the stripping and spanking and training and punishment of Helen - and any specific things that might happen, would all be taped for future study and for reference.

*****

In fact, at 9 PM the limousine did arrive at Helen's door. And she did step into the back seat. There were two men sitting in the car, one in the driver's seat whose face could not be seen but might have been Jim Seymour, and of course, Dr. Hudson, sitting very tall and very strong and erect in the back seat. She followed orders, closed the door behind her sitting next to Hudson. She felt him pull her hands behind her back and tape them together with some kind of strong, sticky tape. She felt him slide a blindfold over her eyes. She gasped as his hands roamed over her sweater, feeling her breasts. His hands searched up under her skirt, between her thighs as he pulled them apart, his finger inserted full depth in her sensuous feminine flower, teasing it and bringing her ever closer to orgasm. She had been totally conquered.

A short moment later he pulled her sweater up out of his way, unhooked her bra, and seized each thrusting nipple between his thumbs and forefingers. Then he pinched them - hard. Helen squealed in sudden pain. His hands searched in his pockets, removed two metallic devices, and then he attached a stainless steel nipple clip to each of her fully erect nipples. Their non-relenting pinching embrace turned painful immediately, and she begged for release.

"No, not yet, not quite yet," he responded. "We are going to have to hear your confession first."

The large automobile drove on, the driver silent as if in contemplation. Helen was in pain, the nipple clips tightly squeezing her. But she no longer begged for release, she knew now that it would not happen yet. She cried, almost silently, hurting and knowing at the same time that she would likely hurt much more as this evening progressed.

The good Dr. Hudson, on the other hand, was in no pain whatever. As a matter of fact, he was enjoying himself mightily. He had captured this sinner, this sexual transgressor, and he meant to have her interrogated, to know all the illicit details of her sex life, to be told by her in full living color, absolutely nothing hidden. These she would be compelled to confess freely, down to minute details. And when the score finally be written down and totaled up for all to see and all to hear, then some penance would be assigned, some fascinating punishment and humiliation extracted from this naked beauty. No, certainly she was not naked now, but just as certainly she would soon be asked to strip stark naked and if need be she would be "persuaded" to do as asked just as quickly.

And while the automobile drove on towards its destination, Verna Hudson awaited. Right now she was nude, deliciously naked, and aroused. The two men had gone off to fetch Helen, and surely they would have her here soon. In the meantime, she looked at her bare image in the mirror of her dressing area, liking what she saw. She was 40, though often she had been told that she looked 30. That did not impress her especially. She had a good, strong body, and was quite tall and, if one liked abundant women, well built. She was very brunette, almost black. Her nipples, standing hard and erect, were chocolate brown, as were the smallish aureoles around them. She had strong shoulders and the arms of an athlete. Very good, large breasts. A small waist, wide hips, full thighs, long magnificent legs, and a beautiful, very shapely, very exciting large behind. Certainly she did not have a model's figure - she was voluptuous in the true sense of the word - but she looked sexy, felt sexy, loved being sexy, either with a man or woman, and if circumstances were right, sometimes with one or more of each. She felt very comfortable with her own sense of her sexuality.

She had a closet full of exotic clothing and lingerie ordered from Frederick's of Hollywood, and other items selected from odd stores here and there on her travels. Tonight, though, she was going to wear what she and her husband simply called "The Corset". It could not have been any more revealing. It had a Victorian, imperious look, like something a Queen or perhaps a vicious Russian Countess might wear. She was sure, absolutely certain, that when Helen saw it she would instantly know what to expect. Verna knew what to expect. She was going to conquer Helen tonight, give her a sufficiently thorough bottom basting that would leave the sinful teacher with no thought, not for a second, of anything less than total obedience. And then Helen would learn about eating pussy at length, followed by an introduction to the art of anal adoration. And then the men could have her, could use her however they pleased. Verna had no doubts that tonight Helen would be fucked, very thoroughly fucked in all the regular ways and perhaps in a few new ways, too. And since Helen liked porno movies, she should have no objection in being the star performer in one. As a matter of fact, she was going to, like it or not.

*****

Around one more corner and down a long, dark driveway sheltered by tall trees stood the house, almost like a medieval castle, forbidding in appearance as if its image almost depicted the dark and terrible acts that took place there. The car drove up the driveway, slowed, and then stopped under a dark portico. The driver, now visible as Jim Seymour, opened the front door and stepped out. He quickly opened the rear door and let Dr. Hudson out, who immediately stepped through the front door of the house and disappeared.

Jim pulled Helen by her arm toward the door, taking her out of the car while her hands were still fastened behind her back. He then pulled up the back of her skirt, thrust his right hand down inside the back of her pantyhose, and squeezed the bare cheek of her behind. Helen squealed in surprise then screeched out loud as his finger tested between the cheeks of her bottom and found her anal rosebud. The finger searched, slowly worming its way inward to full depth, and stayed there.

She heard his icy voice, now obviously delighted at being in control, say to her, "Now walk, cunt. Straight ahead. You're going to get your lesson, and I'm going to help teach it."

While the finger wiggled in her rectum, Helen preceded him through the front door and down a dimly lit hall to the rear of the large house. At the end of the hall they came upon a door and as Seymour released her briefly to open it, she could feel her heart thumping wildly. Then he grabbed her and pulled her inside. Helen gasped. The room, which obviously had once been a library or a large study, now had been refitted into something like a torture chamber. To Helen the room was a shock, an indication of awful things to come. But even worse was the other sight that she saw - the imperious, dangerous-looking, and very naked Mrs. Verna Hudson.

Verna looked like she had never looked before. On her feet she wore black high-heeled, patent leather pumps. She also wore a form fitting, obviously custom-made, black corset that covered her wasp waist and nothing else. Above the corset, her large, naked breasts looked at Helen, their nipples so dark brown as to be almost black - and very erect. Below the corset, Helen could see Verna's stark, black pubic triangle. She could almost see pink lips there, and perhaps peeping out between them, a clit already risen. And when Verna turned around, her full, bare shapely bottom. She wore black nylon hose, attached to garters on the corset. And in her hand, she carried a wicked, black leather riding crop. Her full, shapely mouth was painted with flaming red lipstick and she wore mascara, while her eyes were made up in an evil-looking dark blue shade. She looked like the very personification of evil, the very personification of pure unadulterated sex.

Verna smiled, a satanic smile, and said to the terrified teacher, "We are here together tonight to learn a few things from you, Helen. You, of course, are going to tell us what we want to know. You are going to tell these things freely and openly. We are going to hear what you have to say, and to help you with your confession. Where you have erred, we will correct you. And understand this - you will confess - I promise you that."

On a nearby tripod stand stood a video camera, a red light winking on the rear panel, its eye pointed at Helen. Her hands had been untied, and the nipple clips removed. Her bra hang loosely from her breasts, the strap still unfastened behind her back. Her hair was mussed, unkempt. And she was frightened beyond description. Both men stood at one wall, silent, watching the drama unfold between the teacher and her captor.

Verna, the black riding crop in her hand, swung it almost idly back and forth, looking at Helen, a patrician kind of smile on her face. Helen looked timidly at Verna, at the crop, and at the black triangle on her mons veneris. Verna, with her avid sexuality displayed, implied what Helen would be doing soon. She was going to punish Helen for sins real and imagined and then take her, use her, humiliate her in marvelous, delicious, hideous ways, require her to do base, ugly things, submissive things that would acknowledge Verna's authority and Helen's acceptance, total acceptance of that authority. But first things first.

"It's a bit warm in here, don't you think?" Verna asked. Getting no reply, she slashed the crop through the air and asked the same question again.

Helen understood. She stammered a bit, but agreed that it was warm. Verna thought that Helen would be more comfortable without the warm sweater on, and suggested that it be removed - and also the bra. Soon, the two garments lay on the floor and Helen was nude from the waist up. She had no thought of even arguing the order, of resisting in any way. She was ordered to remove the skirt, the shoes. Now she had no clothing save her striped nylon bikini panties. Verna looked at these, snickered, thinking that Helen would have some stripes to show tonight, with or without the panties, some stripes that she intended to apply herself to that marvelous ass, using this very crop.

Verna walked around Helen, studied her body, her total physical attractiveness, her lovely full breasts, her fully erect pinkish brown nipples, that gorgeous big ass. She ordered Jim to remove the panties from Helen. The camera recorded Jim yanking them down, Helen stepping out of them, doing as she was told without argument, standing nude now before the others and crying softly in fear and apprehension.

Her fears were not at all helped when Jim's hand crossed over her mound and  forced itself between her thighs, while a finger fought its way into her vulva - to find, to his surprise, that it was not bone-dry but rather fully lubricated as if in excitement. He told her to spread her legs apart and the camera recorded that, too.

Jim attended to preparing Helen for her interrogation. Her hands were again fastened behind the small of her back, after which a hair clamp was threaded through her blonde pony tail, a throng attached to it, and then that throng secured to a ring bolt in the ceiling. Helen stood, basically immobile, fastened by her hair. Then a leather cuff was fastened around each of her ankles, and each cuff attached to the end of a spreader bar so that her ankles were fixed about 30 inches apart. The camera looked at Helen, nude, widespread, at Jim testing her tactile responses as he finger-fucked her. Jim was obviously excited, his cock erecting in his pants. But he was silent. Dr. Hudson stood in a fairly dark place, saying nothing. His excitement was concealed. Verna walked around Helen, looking, watching the interplay with Jim, also saying nothing.

Jim moved up behind her, his trouser front rubbing against her naked rump. She could not see, but she thought perhaps he had opened his fly. Anyway, she felt something warm and hard rubbing across her behind, and it would not have surprised her at all if it was his exposed cock. But she was not certain. His hands came around her, cupping each full breast loosely in a surprisingly gentle, almost caressing motion, his palms lightly massaging her nipples, now fully erect with fright and perhaps somewhat in excitement. He undressed, showing her a very large, thick, and totally erect prick. Now he stood in front of her, holding his throbbing erection in his hand, almost pointing it at her. By bending slightly he managed to get the head partially into her creamy vulva, though certainly not very deep into her...just deep enough to have good contact with her clit which he massaged with the large, circumcised glans. As he excited her this way and gently caressed both her breasts, Helen thought that she was simply going to be fucked in this unusual posture - her standing up with the man standing in front of her. But no, Verna was there.

Verna was holding the riding crop.

And Verna, without saying a word, slashed the crop through the air so that with a sickening SPPPLLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTTT!!!! it cut ferociously across both full cheeks of Helen's beautiful naked behind. She screamed at the sudden and furious, almost nauseating sensation. And Jim, at that instant holding both her nipples, just pinched them...not especially hard, but hard enough to concentrate all her sensations so that she was feeling this unusual combination of intense pain and extreme pleasure at once in all of her erogenous areas.

Helen whimpered as long moments passed. Jim's cock was in her slightly deeper than before, perhaps two or three inches, but stable, not pumping back and forth, simply staying in one place, as he continued his play with her nipples. The horrible, burning sensation had almost totally disappeared from the cheeks of her bottom. Helen was feeling incredibly excited at this treatment, over which she had absolutely no control. She was naked and being fucked by a man she detested, being spanked by a beautiful but evil woman that she, if possible, hated even more, and being watched by yet a third person whom she did not hate but whom she absolutely abhorred with every fiber of her being. And worst of all, that terrible camera was taking pictures of all this happening!!!

And that thought, coupled with the sensations she was feeling, took her close, remarkably close to orgasm. She would have cum, she was sure, except that at that instant, TTTTHHWWWAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!! Verna, to be sure that she had not been forgotten, had firmly cracked her again across both cheeks of her bare ass with that awful crop!

Jim had not totally finished his preparations for her, either. He stepped away but returned with a saucer filled with some greasy-looking substance, with red specks suspended in the grease. He took a gob of this on his finger and found Helen's anal opening, then thrust the finger in, greasing his way as he went. Another gob and yet another went in. Soon, the way was lubricated for the insertion of a thick, rubber butt-plug, a conical shaped dildo device designed to force its way past the anal sphincter and then lock itself there. It went in with a bit of difficulty, but with Jim providing the force there was no way Helen could prevent it from going in, and once it went in it was guaranteed to stay in until forcefully pulled out. At first it was not really uncomfortable, but as time passed, it did seem to generate yet another burning sensation that seemed continually to get slightly worse.

Now Jim stepped back away from Helen, stepped back into the dim shadows against the wall. Dr. Hudson spoke, also from the shadows where she could not see him. He asked her about her previous sex life, small simple questions, intimate questions that no one had ever asked her before. Each time he asked, she answered, trying not to say too much. And each unsatisfactory answer produced a second question, much like the first. And if that question generated an unsatisfactory answer, it also generated another scalding stroke of Verna's fiery crop across her bottom. It seemed that the questions were so spaced that by the time the awful sensation on her naked ass would subside, another question would be asked that would earn her another scalding shot.

After her hot rump had been kissed by the crop more than half a dozen times Helen was crying hysterically, begging for the opportunity to confess everything. Anything devious was forgotten. She talked freely for the camera eye, trying to imagine the answers that her interrogators wanted to hear, and then telling that answer, no matter if it was true. No detail of her sexual background, even back to early girlhood, was off limits to inquiry. She told them everything about early masturbation, loss of her various virginities, about recent infidelities. She told everything, in full living color, embellished in flaming, sexy detail, as much detail as they seemed to want. And they wanted it all. Finally, she begged for release, she would do absolutely anything they wanted her to do.

They knew the pretty teacher was conquered. She was released and ordered to lie naked on the floor, her legs spread, her pussy pointed towards the camera's eye. A dildo was tossed to her, a thick, black rubber cock. She was ordered to pretend she was the lady in the film at the theater, to pretend that the dildo was her black lover, to masturbate with it all the way to orgasm, to do it with abandon, to hold nothing back. As a kind of joke, she was told that for the moment her lover was Walter, the black janitor in the school. She was to pretend that she was with Walter, that he was giving her the glorious fucking that she had always wanted. She was to compliment him on his huge, black prick. She was to call out his name, tell him how much she wanted him, tell him all the things she wanted him to do to her. She specifically was to ask him to call her, to please come over and fuck her. She did, as the camera watched and recorded, raising Helen's level of both fear and excitement which was already incredibly high and soon bringing herself off with wild movements of her hips and her bottom as the dildo fucked deep into her.

Later, on instruction, Helen turned over, raised her hips and showed her upraised naked ass to the camera, the blunt end of the butt plugger in clear sight. Jim Seymour pulled it out, tossed it on the floor, and handed her a much thicker rubber dildo, now lubricated with the same speckled grease that he had used on her before. He reminded her that the lady in the porno movie had been getting fucked in the ass by the black guy on the screen. She was to play that part now, to fuck herself in the ass with this thick dildo, again as if this was Walter giving her an incredible hosing out with his huge length of ebony gristle. Now, as that whole part of her body was upraised, right in front of the camera.

Slowly Helen inserted the dildo, saying out loud what they wanted to hear - that she wanted Walter to come to her, to ream her out so deeply that his marvelous prick would come out her ear. She stroked it deeply back and forth. It was larger than anything she could have imagined ever fitting in there, and it did hurt. She remembered thinking about Walter, wondering if he really was this big, and if he had ever really fucked a woman in the ass, this very way. The stuff in the lubrication was rather more uncomfortable now, burning her in a strange way. She could not hold still, wiggling wildly as if she were being fucked by a huge, hot iron. That, too, went into the record.

A short while later the large dildo was taken out of Helen's bottom and the butt plug put back. She lay on the floor on her back, her knees raised and spread. Verna kneeled over her, her juicy black triangle just over Helen's face. She stared upwards, between Verna's thighs, looking directly into the open cunt just inches above her face, a sight she had never seen from exactly that perspective, a sight of such devious perversity, of such hideous sexuality that for the moment she forgot the insidious burning in her rectum.

Just then, all she wanted to do was to please Verna, to bury her face in the evil woman's cunt, to kiss it and suck it. Helen put out her tongue on command and licked the delicious cream from that vulva, sucked the erect clit. She sensed that Verna was smoking hot, that she would come very quickly. So when Verna gasped, reached down and held Helen's hair and seemed to pull her face even more tightly into her smoking pussy, Helen knew that the moment had come for Verna. What she did not expect was that she would cum, too, which she did, receiving a mind-numbing simultaneous orgasm brought on by Verna's response.

For a while, Verna seemed to relax above her. Then, when she was ordered to open her mouth wide, Helen did so without even thinking of refusal, without thinking of what would happen next. Perhaps she was not even especially surprised when Verna's golden stream began to flow into her mouth. She simply swallowed it down, a gulping mouthful at a time, acknowledging by doing so that she was totally conquered, that she was willing to eat with relish Verna's marvelous, demanding box, even willing and eager to drink her new mistress's warm piss.

And if there were watchers, an avid, interested audience who saw this, and a camera that recorded it, there was no help for it.

She would do it anyway.

The End

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