Teacher fit to be tied

CHAPTER NINE

"You must be the girl from the Order," the woman said with a smile.

She stood at the open door of the frame house, a forty-year-old blonde with big tits in a colorful wrapper. She smiled at Helen, a curious and mocking smile, as if she already knew all about Helen, all her secrets.

Helen nodded and the woman opened the door wider to let her inside the house. Helen felt miserable because the woman's eyes were laughing at her and this wasn't the sort of place she was used to. The house was a seedy mess, cluttered and dusty and with a smell of rotting wood.

The woman led Helen into a stuffy old living room, and there Helen saw the teenage boy.

The woman introduced the boy as her son Calvin. She said her own name was Lucy and she asked Helen's name. She told Helen to sit down while she went to the kitchen to fetch some booze.

Helen sat down in one of the torn easy chairs. Slumped on the sofa with his legs wide apart, Calvin gave her a lazy grin. He looked unwashed. His tee-shirt was grimy and his jeans soiled with grease. Helen decided both of them were creepy and she felt uneasy. She didn't like the way Calvin was looking at her. He was almost drooling, his eyes on her legs. Like always, Eva had warned Helen about obedience. Helen was afraid now because she had no idea what to expect from these people. They weren't her sort. Especially the boy. He seemed a little crazy, the way he looked at her and grinned without saying anything. She was afraid to uncross her legs, afraid to show him any more.

Then finally Lucy was back with a bottle and two glasses. She poured some bourbon into the glasses and handed one glass to Helen. "This is all there is, honey. But it's better than nothing, isn't it?"

Helen hated bourbon, but she said nothing and sipped her drink. It was evident to Helen now that the woman was already boozed up. Maybe she was always boozed up. The blonde was still attractive, with creamy skin and lovely hair, but maybe she did drink too much.

Lucy sat down beside her son on the sofa. She started talking to Helen about their house and their landlord. It seemed they rented the place from an old geezer who expected Lucy to put out in exchange for a break on the rent. Helen was shocked because Lucy's son was sitting right there while Lucy talked about fucking the landlord.

Then Lucy asked Helen what she did for a living, and when Helen said she was a teacher, Calvin giggled. "Hey, that's cool."

Lucy was also amused. "Well, that's ducky, isn't it? I mean Calvin likes all his teachers. The women teachers, anyway. Isn't that right, honey?"

She smiled at the boy and rubbed his head with affection. Then Helen was astonished to see Lucy's hand drop down to Calvin's lap to rub his crotch a moment.

Lucy looked at Helen and smiled and said maybe Helen ought to get her clothes off now. She said Calvin was restless and they'd already decided he'd be the one to have first crack at Helen. "We tossed for it and he won. Why don't you show us what you've got, honey?"

Helen was more uneasy than ever as she rose. She tried to blot everything out of her mind. She thought of asking if she could undress in another room, but she knew they wanted her to do it in front of them. She told herself to forget about them, forget about her helplessness.

She dropped her dress and stepped out of it. She was wearing a red undie set chosen for her by Eva. A red lace half-bra that pushed her tits up like a pair of offered cantaloupes. A red lace garter belt and red lace panties and sheer beige nylons and red high-heeled pumps.

Calvin snickered as he looked at her. "She's pretty, Ma."

Lucy agreed. She smiled and said Helen sure had nice legs. She told Helen to get the bra off so they could see Helen's tits.

Helen unsnapped the bra and dropped it on the chair where she'd placed her dress. Her tits bounced as she moved.

Lucy teased Calvin about Helen's tits. "You like them, don't you, honey?"

When the boy nodded, Lucy playfully twisted his ear and said Helen didn't have as much in front as she herself had. The blonde pulled the front of the wrapper aside to reveal one of her huge tits. She held the underside of her tit with her palm and raised the globe to point the fat nipple at Helen.

"Now the panties, honey. Get the panties off and show the boy some pussy."

Helen did it. She slipped the panties off and dropped them on top of her bra. Now she wore nothing but the garter belt and nylons and heels. She turned slowly to show them what she had from all sides. Now she wanted them to get hot. She told herself she'd have some control over them if they got turned on.

Lucy made comments about Helen's ass. She said the garter belt looked good on Helen. She said Helen had a nice-looking ass. Then the blonde told her son to go on and touch Helen. "Do what you want, baby. That's what she's here for."

The boy rose. Lucy smiled at Helen and the smile said: Get ready, honey.

Ready for what? Helen quivered as she saw the crazy look in the boy's eyes.

He walked toward her, his eyes on her tits.

When he was close enough, he cupped his hands under her tits and squeezed them. In a moment, the squeezing became more forceful. He giggled as he squeezed harder and harder. Helen groaned. The pain was unbearable. She moaned and begged him to stop. He giggled some more, then he finally unclasped her tits to concentrate on her nipples. He pinched each nipple with his fingertips, brutal pinching that soon put her in a state of shock. She was at the point of fainting when he suddenly released her.

He slapped her tits as she recovered. As she stood there with weak legs, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans and shorts. He pushed at her shoulders and she went down on her knees in front of him.

She took his hard prick in her mouth. She told herself she'd rather suck his cock than be hurt by him. She mouth fucked him, bobbing her head back and forth, her lips gliding over his cockshaft. He giggled as he watched her, then he finally pushed her away and finished undressing.

On the sofa, Lucy watched them with a hand supporting one of her huge tits and the other hand between her legs. Helen remained crouched on her knees on the moldy carnet. She found the woman repulsive.

Then Calvin was back. He pulled at Helen, pulled her toward the sofa. The boy sat down beside his mother and he wanted Helen to mount his lap. Helen did it, climbing over him to get his cock in her cunt, and then sitting down on him.

She started fucking him, riding his cock, bouncing her ass up and down on his lap. He squeezed her tits with his hands, then raised one tit to suck the nipple between his teeth.

Lucy giggled and reached over to stroke Helen's bouncing ass. The blonde's fingers moved down Helen's asscrack to find her stretched cunthole and Calvin's cock. She grabbed the boy's balls and held onto them as Helen continued fucking him.

Helen rode the boy until he came. He made snorting sounds as he went off. He gasped and moaned as he shot his jism up her cunt. When it was over, he pushed Helen off his lap and she fell down on the floor.

Mother and son laughed at Helen as she sprawled on the soiled carpet Lucy told Helen to stay down there. "Just get on all fours, honey. Turn around so we can see your ass."

The blonde got up and went to a drawer in a chest against one of the walls. She brought out a cat-o'-nine-tails and Helen trembled when she saw it. Lucy giggled as she brandished the whip at Helen. She told Helen to get her head and shoulders down and move her legs apart.

Helen did it. Now she had her ass up in the air and her knees wide apart. Mother and son were behind her and they were talking about her. Helen heard Lucy talking to Calvin about her ass and cunt. The blonde's voice was teasing as she asked the boy if he liked a dark-haired cunt or a blonde cunt.

"I think you like your old lady better," Lucy said with a laugh. "But that's a nice-looking snatch, isn't it, baby? You wait and see how she creams when I give her the whip."

Calvin giggled and said he liked Lucy's cunt the best. Lucy called him a honey and she moved to give her attention to Helen. She stroked Helen's asscheeks with the tails of the whip. Then suddenly the blonde lashed down with the cat-o'-nine-tails and started whipping Helen's [missing text].

Helen groaned at the pain. She always expected it now. Whenever Eva sent her out, she always got hurt. But each time it was something different and, of course, the people were different and she was always afraid.

The whipping continued awhile, and then at last it stopped. Lucy told Helen to get up and turn around, and when Helen did it, she saw that Lucy was naked now, the wrapper gone.

The blonde smiled at Helen as she cupped her huge tits in her hands. "Suck these first, honey. Give me a good tit-sucking before we get on to other things."

Lucy moved forward, pushing at Helen so that Helen was forced to sit down in the armchair behind her. Then the blonde pushed one of her huge tits at Helen's mouth and forced Helen to suck it.

Helen took the woman's big tit in her mouth. She sucked one tit awhile, then Lucy made her switch to the other one. She sucked Lucy's nipples until they were stiff little paints in the centers of the huge halos.

Then Lucy pushed at Helen's head and forced Helen to sit on the floor in front of the armchair. Helen went down bare-assed on the dirty carpet and the blonde hovered over her with a soft chuckle, then shifted forward to get her cunt on Helen's mouth.

Lucy giggled, rolled her ass, then pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers to expose her clit. "Make nice to the man-in-the-boat, honey."

Helen sucked the woman's reeking cunt-gash. She flipped her tongue back and forth over the blonde's pink clit and slurped up the cunt-slime oozing out of Lucy's gaping fuckhole.

Calvin had come over, and now he sat on one of the arms of the chair and watched them as he jacked his prick.

After a while Lucy pressed her cunt more firmly down on Helen's mouth and the blonde started pissing down Helen's throat.

Helen took it. Her eyes closed, she kept her mouth open while Lucy pissed in it. She'd learned that if she swallowed fast she could avoid much of the pungent taste.

Lucy giggled as she told her son she was pissing in Helen's mouth. She asked Calvin if it turned him on and he nodded. "I like the way she drinks it."

Lucy laughed and said she wanted to see him finish jerking off. The boy's fist flew up and down his cackshaft and in a moment he shot his jism all over his mother's belly.

Her face still pressed against Lucy's cunt, Helen quivered as the last drops of piss rolled over her tongue.

And so the days passed. Two or three times a week Helen was sent out by Eva to work for the Order. She was always abused, always teased and taunted and used as a sexual toy by the people she served. She discovered the people in the Order were everywhere. One day she found herself in a minister's rectory. He was a pink-faced old man with white hair and a beaming smile.

His eyes sparkled as he told her to sit down. "You're quite lovely, my dear. Oh yes, I do like you."

Helen sat with him in a sitting room, the afternoon light shining through the windows as they faced each other. She was dressed modestly this time and for some reason she felt comfortable with him. The minister's name was Filmore and he wore, a white collar below his smooth chin. He smiled at Helen, an easy smile, but his blue eyes glittered as he looked at her.

Reverend Filmore started talking about sin. He said he'd spent his life making a study of the sinful ways people had. He said one had to understand sin in order to conquer it. He said he'd learned a great deal since he'd joined the Order. He told Helen it would be for the good of humanity if the Order took over the world. Then people would understand things, he said.

Helen didn't care about his ideas. These days she never thought about anything serious. Eva had warned her to get Filmore turned on and entertained because Filmore was important to the Order.

So Helen spread her legs a bit as he talked. Her skirt was short enough so that now Filmore could see the insides of her thighs. If he wanted to look. And he did want to look because his eyes locked in like a radar beam right between her knees.

She slowly moved her legs apart even farther. She was wearing nylons and a garter belt, and before long she was certain that he could see her bare thighs above her stockings. And maybe even some cunt-hair. She wore no panties, nothing to cover her cunt-bush. She wondered how many women came in here and spread their legs in the rectory.

Filmore continued talking about religion and sin. Then suddenly he stopped talking and he stared at Helen's crotch a long moment. He said nothing. This his lips moved and he spoke one word: "More".

A quiver went through Helen. She slowly pulled her skirt back and opened her thighs wide. Now her dark hairy cunt was exposed to his eyes.

Filmore's face was flushed as he gazed at her pussy. He sighed. He leaned back in his chair and unzipped his fly. He said nothing as he brought his pale-white prick out, of his pants. He began jacking his cock-skin as he gazed at Helen's exposed cunt.

She played the game with him. She slowly inched her hand down to her pussy. She spread her cuntlips to show him the inside of her pussy-gash.

Filmore shuddered with excitement. Then he rose up and came forward with his cock dangling out of his fly. When he was close to Helen, she took his prick with her fingers. She lifted his cherry-colored cock-knob to her lips and began sucking it.

Filmore groaned as he started fucking her face. He kept his chin raised, his eyes on the ceiling. He muttered constantly as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Then suddenly he pulled his prick out of her mouth and he said he'd like to see her ass. "One must look directly at evil," he said.

Helen thought he was crazy, but she wiped her lips and rose up and turned around. She lifted her skirt to show him her thighs and ass above her stockings.

He touched her. He stroked the rounds of her ass and tickled her asscrack. Just light touches at first, then his fingers pushed inside her asscrack to explore the valley between her asscheeks. One finger touched her asshole, explored the ring and then slowly pushed inside. He coughed and told her to bend over a little more.

Helen bent over the chair, holding onto the arms, her feet on the floor and her legs apart. His finger worked in her asshole, screwing around, reaming out her shifter. It was obviously her ass that appealed to him. She swayed her hips in response to his probing finger.

Then she heard him working at his pants and shorts to get them down. She held still as she waited for him. In a moment she felt his knob at her asshole. He gripped her hips and grunted as he pushed in.

No lubrication. These days she didn't need any. They all wanted to fuck her ass. Even some of the women were more interested in her ass than in her pussy.

Filmore's cock pushed inside her tithe until his balls were against her cuntlips. He sighed and gasped and groaned. She had an educated asshole now and she knew how to use it. She closed down on his cock, gripping his prick with her hot shitter.

Filmore went wild. He started muttering again, this time about God and heaven and sin. He continued ranting as he pumped his hips. He fucked her ass with more skill than she expected. He rolled her asscheeks around with his hands as he drove his cock in and out of her shit-tube.

Finally he blasted off. He called out something about Jesus. He kept pumping in her ass until his balls were empty.

When Filmore finally pulled his cock out of her ass, Helen turned around and sat down to wait for the inevitable. This was something else they all wanted. She always got the cock in her mouth after they fucked her ass.

Filmore was no different. He shuffled forward to get his prick between her lips. She sucked his prick, cleaned the shit off his cock-knob and cockshaft.

Filmore looked down at her wet mouth and smiled. He patted her head and stroked her cheek and said she would find favor in the eyes of Christ. "The Lord will bless you."

Helen licked her lips and told herself it wasn't too bad because these days she was smart enough to shit before she went out to do the work of the Order. A girl had to know how to take care of herself.