Teacher fit to be tied

CHAPTER THREE

On Saturday morning Helen was still in a daze as she sat in her living room. The ordeal had happened the evening before, on a Friday. Now she had the whole weekend to herself. Her mind was in turmoil. She couldn't think of anything but what had happened to her. She was afraid to go to the police. She was so afraid of Eva and the others. She was sure they'd come after her and punish her if she complained about them. She decided to do nothing.

The day passed. Helen had a weekend of fear.

She spent the hours wondering what happens next. She was certain Eva would be after her again. She dreaded the next time. God, how horrible it was not to know!

On Sunday, in the shower, she started thinking about Friday night again and she became turned on. It was the memory of the boys that did it. The way she had sucked all four of them off. All that jism in her mouth and sliding down her throat. She started playing with her pussy in the shower. Then after the shower she lay down on the sofa in the living room wearing nothing but her robe and she began fingering herself again. She couldn't help it. Thinking about sucking the boys made her so hot. The way they came in her mouth. She lay on the sofa and played with her pussy as she thought about it. She stuck her fingers inside her cunt and whacked herself off.

Then it was Monday morning and she had to go to school again. She was uneasy as she walked in. Jerry was there in her class the first thing in the morning. She blushed when she found him smirking at her. But he said nothing and she was thankful.

Then she noticed some of the other students were also smirking. Even some of the girls. She was suddenly afraid they all knew what had happened to her Friday night. Or maybe just some of them knew. She trembled with uncertainty. She had to hide her uneasiness as she carried out her teaching duties. She tried to push everything out of her mind and concentrate on her job. Were they really looking at her strangely? She told herself it was just her imagination. Jerry certainly knew everything because he'd been there, but the others were just smiling at her the way they always smiled at her. Forget it, she thought. You'll never get through the day if you don't forget it.

Finally the school day was finished. She gathered her things and hurried out to her car in the parking lot. Her heart suddenly sank when she saw Felix standing next to a car in the next space.

He grinned at her when she walked up. "This your car?"

She nodded. "I'm going home now."

"No, you're not."

She looked at him. "What do you mean?"

He chuckled and made a sign with his fingers. The sign of the Double Cross. "You get in my car and come with me."

Helen's heart pounded. "I really don't want to."

Felix shook his head and frowned. "Remember what Miss Eva said about the sign?"

Helen knew she had to go with him. She was too afraid to disobey Eva. There was no way she could refuse to go with Felix.

But she hesitated, telling him that she couldn't just leave her car in the parking lot of the school. It didn't work. Felix told her to forget about her car and get into his. He made the sign again and she was afraid of him. She finally did what he wanted and climbed into his car on the passenger side.

He drove off with her. She sat there trembling beside him in the front seat as they moved through the streets. She was afraid to ask where he was taking her. She thought how much things had changed for her. She'd never been so meek like this with anyone. Eva had changed her. Eva had made her so different.

Felix looked at her occasionally and grinned. Then after a while he put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it. "How are you doing?"

She trembled under his touch. "I'm doing fine, thank you."

"I like your tits, do you know that?"

A quiver went through her. "No, I didn't know."

He laughed at her as he pulled his hand away to turn the wheel.

Finally they arrived at an old warehouse on the edge of town and he stopped the car. He came around and opened the door and told her to get out. He led her into the warehouse through a small side door. She gasped when they were inside. She was shocked to find a crowd of people almost filling the floor.

She thought there had to be a hundred people there, but she wasn't sure. They seemed to be waiting for her and Felix. The crowd parted as Felix led her to the center of the floor and a small stage located there. He made her climb up on the stage and there they were surrounded by all those people.

The light inside the large open space was poor and Helen couldn't see too clearly, but she thought she saw some of her students in the crowd. There were people of all kinds, men and women, teenage girls and teenage boys, even a few people in wheelchairs. They were all looking at her and it made her feel creepy.

Then Eva suddenly appeared on the stage. She wore a mask again and this time she carried a riding crop in her hand. She smiled at Helen as she walked across the stage towards her.

When Eva was close to Helen, she stopped and poked at Helen with the end of the riding crop. She poked at Helen's tits. "I see you obeyed Felix. That's very good."

Then Eva turned to face the audience and she started talking. Helen didn't understand much of it at first, and then she realized Eva was talking about her. Eva was telling the people various facts about Helen, her age, her occupation, and so on. Helen was in a daze as she listened to it. She trembled with fear. Her instincts told her nothing good would come out of this.

Then Eva turned back to Helen and smiled at her. A teasing smile. The blonde lowered the riding crop down to the hem of Helen's dress and lifted it. Helen froze as the riding crop raised her dress to uncover her thighs.

Eva held the dress there a moment and then she let it drop. "I want you to strip. Take your dress off."

Helen was mortified. She couldn't bear the thought of stripping in front of all these people. But she was helpless. She was too frightened to resist. She cringed as Eva brandished the riding crop at her. Her fingers found the buttons of her dress and she began undoing them.

The people around the stage were quiet as they watched her. Her clothes fell away piece by piece. When she was down to her pantyhose and heels, Eva told her to stop.

"Walk around," Eva said. "Let them have a look at you."

Helen quivered with embarrassment as she started walking. She heard some laughter in the audience now. She felt her tits shaking as she strutted around the small stage. Eva was so cruel to make her do this. Her pantyhose were sheer and they could see everything she had. She thought of holding her tits in her hands to prevent them from bobbing, but she decided maybe Eva wouldn't like it. She was totally in Eva's power and she had no idea at all who Eva really was. Why was she masked? What did the sign of the Double Cross really mean? What would happen to her now that she was so completely under Eva's spell?

Helen wished she'd worn panties under her pantyhose. At least then her cuntbush would be hidden. She felt awful being naked in front so many people. And there were teenagers too, some of them her students. The faces of the people seemed to whirl around her as she continued walking. She found herself getting dizzy and for a moment she thought she'd faint. But then she recovered and continued walking. Eva was smiling at her, brandishing the riding crop again as she urged Helen on.

Helen was determined not to crumble. She felt totally helpless. She felt there was no way she could disobey Eva.

Then finally Eva told her to stop walking. She ordered Helen to bend over with her ass toward the audience. "Keep your legs apart."

Helen froze. She found herself unable to move, unable to do what Eva wanted. The blonde woman prodded Helen with the riding crop. A warning. Helen trembled as she turned her back to the audience and moved her legs apart. She bent over the way Eva wanted her to. She knew now they had clear view of her asscrack and maybe even her pussy from the rear. The pantyhose were so damn sheer!

Eva suddenly struck with the riding crop against Helen's ass and Helen gasped and lurched forward. She almost fell down. Eva laughed and then all the others laughed too. Then the blonde ordered her to pull her pantyhose down to her thighs. "Expose your ass, darling. You don't want to keep it covered, do you?"

Helen groaned. She pulled at the waistband of her pantyhose, pulled the nylon down over her hips and ass and down to her thighs. Then she bent over again to show herself to them. Her ass and cunt. They could see everything.

"She's ripe," Eva said to the audience. She patted Helen's ass with the riding crop as she talked. "We don't usually get them this ripe."

"I must say it's easier to train them when they're a bit younger. But I think Helen will do nicely."

"And I can see some of you do find her appealing. Full in the ass, isn't she? Lovely tits and a luscious pussy. I think in a few weeks she'll be quite acceptable."

Then Eva told Helen she could straighten up. Helen was thankful as she did so. She remained standing with her back to the audience, waiting for instructions from Eva. The blonde woman poked Helen with the riding crop and told her to turn around now.

Helen heard murmuring in the crowd around the stage. Her pantyhose were still rolled down around her thighs. When she turned around, she gasped as she saw Felix. He had just come onto the stage and he was completely naked. He stood there grinning at her, his cock and balls so prominently displayed, and then he slowly walked towards her.

Helen was mesmerized by his swinging prick and massive balls. When Felix finally came up to her, she moaned as he grabbed her in his arms. His face came down and he kissed her neck. A great shudder ran through her, a shudder of fear and revulsion at his touch.

Eva stood nearby watching then. The people in the crowd were now calling encouragement to Felix, urging him to get on with it. He laughed as his hands mauled Helen's body. He squeezed her tits with one big hand and her ass with the other. He ran his fingers inside her asscrack and into her cunt from behind.

Helen was moaning constantly now. It was bad enough to have him touch her, but to have all these people watch her degradation was the most awful thing she'd ever experienced. She trembled as his fingers probed, her cunt. She prayed she would somehow be saved from what seemed inevitable. He intended to do more than just fondle her, of course. She could tell by the way the audience urged him on. They wanted him to fuck her right there on the stage. They wanted to watch it. The idea of it put her mind in a complete whirl.

Then she felt Felix pushing at her shoulders, pushing her down. She went down on her knees, dawn on the wooden floor of the stage. She cringed as he rubbed his cock across her mouth. His face was expressionless. The tip of his prick left a trail of juice across his chin. She could smell him. She had the smell of his cock and balls in her nose.

His hand was on her face now. He squeezed her chin with his fingers. He kept squeezing until she finally opened her mouth. Then he chuckled, raised his dick with his free hand and pushed his knob between her lips.

His huge cock stuffed her face. She gagged as his cockhead pushed at the back of her throat. She could feel the heat of it, the throbbing of his cockflesh on her tongue.

He began fucking her face, his hands holding her head as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. He grunted each time he lurched forward. Her lips made a slurping sound as he pulled back.

Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth without coming. He reached down to grab her arm and pulled her to her feet. The crowd was hooting now. They wanted more. Helen trembled as Felix led her across the stage to a small bench.

He made her bend over the bench. His hands worked at her pantyhose to get them down to her ankles. He playfully slapped her ass and ran his fingers between her cuntlips. People in the crowd called out to him as he spread her cuntlips apart.

She told herself she wanted to die. She could feel all the eyes on her. She could feel the cool air against the hot flesh of her open cunt. She felt Felix's thick fingers reaming out her cunthole.

Then he was fondling her ass again, pulling her asscheeks apart to look at her asshole. He ran his finger up and down her asscrack. He rubbed her bunghole with his fingertip, around and around the puckered ring without going inside.

Suddenly she felt his cockhead pushing at her cunthole. She groaned as he entered her. His thick cock pushed in, stretching the walls of her cunt-channel, pushing all the way inside until she could feel his huge balls against her clit.

He began fucking her. He fucked her pussy with powerful strokes, his big hands holding her hips. She heard him grunting. She heard the crowd hooting at him, urging him on. She moaned as he amused himself by screwing his cock around in her cunt.

He still didn't come. After a while he pulled his prick out of her cunt and pinched her asscheeks. A moment later she felt something dripping on her asscrack. A shudder went through her when she realized it was oil. She was in a complete daze. She could hear the laughter in the audience. Then she felt Felix's cock pushing against her asshole.

She was certain he would kill her. His cock pushed inside her oiled ass, first his knob and then more and more of his cockshaft.

His dick felt like a huge log going in. The pain was awful, the pressure in her chest unbearable. She moaned constantly, her head hanging over the edge of the bench, her mouth hanging loose, and her mind refusing to accept what was happening to her.

Felix pushed forward, his cock driving inside her ass until she felt his balls against her cuntlips. Then he started fucking her ass. He moved slowly at first, but then more forcefully. This was Helen's first time. She'd never been fucked in the ass before. It was horrible. She wanted to die. She told herself no human being should be subject to this. It was the most awful thing she'd ever experienced.

Felix was into it now. His hands gripped her asscheeks as he started fucking her shitter. His huge cock slid in and out of her gaping asshole. At the end of each stroke he screwed his cock around to stretch her shithole even farther.

Then finally he went off. He made a croaking sound in his throat as he started coming. She felt him spurting in her ass. She felt the wetness in her asshole. A shudder went through her as she thought of his hot jism shooting in her shittube. The pain was still bad, but not as bad as before. Now it was the degradation that was so powerful. The humiliation. His cock shooting off in her ass, giving her a jism-enema in front of all these people.

At last he pulled his cock out of her ass. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him. He grinned at her as he waved his cock at her face.

Helen's heart sank when she saw his prick. There was shit on it. Her own shit. Brown streaks of her shit on his dangling cock.

Felix moved closer and rubbed his cock across her lips. She gagged. She wanted to throw up but she couldn't. He pushed his cockhead at her mouth until she opened it. He pinched her nose. He laughed as his smelly prick pushed between her lips.

She had to suck his cock clean. She could taste her ass, taste her own shit on his dick. He slid his prick in and out of her mouth, cleaning it with her saliva, chuckling at her dismay.

She heard the people in the crowd hooting again. They loved it. They told Felix to make sure she got him good and clean. One of the women yelled out and said she wanted Helen to tell them what her shit tasted like.

Helen was certain that somehow she'd been transported to hell.