Victoria’s Blackmail - Copied

[hirarandi]

Victoria sat at her desk and stretched her shapely legs. This was her 5th year at the private school and she was their art teacher. She fitted in well with the students and the teachers. Her and her husband had just bought a beautiful large house, and were now thinking of starting their family now that they were both settled. The only dampener on her life at the moment was that her husband's law firm were in difficulty, but with the money she was earning from being an art teacher at the private school helped secure their future. It would be tough if he lost his job, but they would be able to cope. Just.

She slipped her shoes back on her nylon covered feet and surveyed her class. The class was small, smaller than most only about 15 pupils in here, 18/19 years of age; all boys. Victoria had caught a couple of them looking at her a few times and had simply placed it down as a 'school boy crush'. What she hadn't known was what was going through one of the boy's mind right now.
Michael sat at the back of the class, and turned on his phone, flicking through the screens until his teacher was portrayed on the screen. This wasn't some candid snap he had taken, these were his treasures.
A few weeks back, he had come into the classroom to find his teacher, Victoria Salley, had left her laptop at the side of her desk, unguarded. Curious and hopeful, he had taken the laptop to the IT room and quickly copied the contents to examine later, and returned the laptop. What he discovered was a series of folders going back a few years, but her system was password protected. It had taken some time, a lot of late nights staring at his laptop, a lot of trawling the internet to find the right password crackers but he had managed it. Most were bills, credit card details, some pleasant photos. One of the oldest folders held the best treasure. Now he would confront the teacher, alone.
The bell rang. Friday 3:30pm. It was what everyone had waited for. Students filed out, talking amongst themselves about plans for Friday and the coming weekend, and Victoria sat back in her chair wishing them all a pleasant weekend. She looked around and saw Michael still putting his things away into his rucksack.
"Come on slow coach!" Victoria smiled pleasantly "It's Friday. Go home and let me finish up!" She put her hands above her head and stretched, shrugging her shoulders.
Michael nodded as he put the last of his work away and slung his rucksack over his shoulder. He went to walk out, his nerves excited. Should he? Shouldn't he?
"Miss? Can I ask you a question?"
Victoria eased her chair round to view Michael. He was in his final year, 18, a little awkward, always seemed a little nervous, and suffering from a little acne. Nothing a damn good wash wouldn't put right or a dose of some spot cream. After that he might at lease look, not handsome, but at least decent for someone. She noted that his eyes went to her legs, but she had worn a knee length skirt with dark pantyhose, so there was no chance of her showing anything else off. She again put it down to teenage hormones.
"Sure Michael, what is it?" She asked.
Miachel swallowed, and fished his phone out of his pocket and opened the photo gallery. He pressed the screen to start a slide show and turned and passed it to her. He'd remember the expression on her face when she saw herself
When she had been training to be a teacher, she had ran out of money. Too proud to ask for a loan from her family or friends, she had relied on what she had, and ended up using her body. It was nothing too sordid; there were plenty of worst things on the internet. What she had ended up doing, was a soft porn shoot. Stripping down to her underwear on a photo shoot; a couple of photos of her boobs and a few of her backside, nothing more. She had hated every moment of the shoot but her thought had been on the money. It had been just enough to help her over the rough patch until she got herself back on her feet. The guy had sent her a copy of the photos. She didn't realise that they had saved to a folder on her computer when she had unzipped them.
"Michael, where...where did you get those?" she asked as the screen showed more of the photos
"Friend of mine passed them me" he lied. "Got to admit, you did a really good shoot!"
"Just delete them, and we'll forget that you showed them me."
"No way! These are superb!" Michael grinned at her as the screen displayed more.
"Do you know what will happen if the headmaster finds these things on your phone? You'll be suspended from school. You know they have the zero tolerance policy!" She stared at him, a look of control on her face.
"Yeah" he replied. "So what will he think when he finds one of his teachers has been involved in it?"
"And that's why its in both of our interests that you delete them. Understood?"
Michael nodded. "Yeah, but I'll get suspended, sent to another school." He paused for a second. "But you won't will you?"
There it was on her face, just for a split second. The crack he was looking for. He pushed forward. "You'll get fired, and it's doubtful you'll find a school like this one again. Probably some inner-city school desperate for anyone."
Victoria looked at him, trying to counter his argument. Damn the little bastard!
"So, what would you suggest?" she asked keeping her voice sounding cool.
Michael looked her up and down. "I want a blow job."
She burst out laughing. "Oh my God! Are you serious?"
Michael kept his cool, and just nodded.
"Well Michael, 10 out of 10 for guts, but you can push that right out of your mind. That's not going to happen!"
Michael sat on the corner of her desk, knowing he still held all the cards. "I think you have that new house you were talking to Mrs Cooper about."
Victoria thought about it; the new house, how she had lied on the application, over stretched her and her husband's budget just to get that house she had wanted. She knew her husband's job wasn't enough to carry them both and this new place, but she wasn't going to submit to this little creep.
"I'll tell you what I offer; you get to pass the year, no effort."
Michael looked at her smiling and shook his head 'no'. "I'm not bothered about passing this class."
"Well that's the best you'll get out of me." She answered coolly.
Michael nodded and turned the phone back to him. Victoria thought he was thinking perhaps of her offer and what she had said. She hoped he was.
Michael accessed the school wifi and started to post the pictures online.
"Well Michael? Do we have an agreement?" She had to push him for an answer.
Michael shook his head. "No, I thought you would reject me, so I had to think of some way to convince you. I'm uploading your pictures onto the school forum"
"What!?!" Victoria grabbed the phone from his hands. He had already made 3 posts onto the forum. As she frantically pressed at the screen, it showed the 4th post as being successful. She forced the phone back to him. "OK OK, stop them now. Delete the posts!"
Michael took the phone back and looked at her. "You know what I want."
Victoria looked at him, her heart beating fast. "I ..I can't, I'm married."
"Then don't tell your husband."
"Please Michael, this is my life you're messing with. Please!"
"Kneel down – the longer you argue, the longer it will take me to delete those posts"
Victoria could feel the tears of fear and anger welling inside her, but she wasn't going to show them to this little bastard. She knelt.
Michael eased himself off the desk and unzipped his pants.
"You best hurry Miss" he said easing his hard on out of his pants.
Victoria looked at the cock waiting for her and placed her hands on it, and started to stroke it, hating herself.
"No. I said blowjob. Open your mouth."
She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. He showed no sign of breaking, so she opened her mouth and took him in.
Victoria slowly worked his cock, trying to keep her tongue away from him.
Michael groaned above her, looking down at her dark hair and his cock in her mouth. "Oh God yessss. The longer you take the more chance the pictures have of being discovered."
Victoria realised he meant online, but she also realised she was in her classroom, on the floor in front of one of her students. She closed her eyes and imagined her husband.
Michael gasped as he felt her tongue sliding along his length and her mouth sucking his cock harder. He leaned back against the wall, and she turned with him, desperate for him to cum quickly. Her hand moved around his length, jerking him off into her mouth as her tongue lapped at his cock head.
Victoria knelt there, using her best moves on him, using things she knew excited her husband. She cupped Michael's ball in one hand, gently squeezing them, and heard him yelp above her. She tried it again, and tasted his precum and felt his cock swell. She quickly pulled her mouth from him but not before the first wad hit the back of her tongue. As she tried to get the cum out of her mouth, another wave splattered across her face, hitting her right eye and across her nose. Turning her head the next shot splashed across her dark hair. Pointing the cock away from her, the final shot hit her blouse, and the cock slowly began pumping the last of the cum onto her hand.
Michael groaned and slumped against the wall more. He closed his eyes in bliss, and heard his teacher trying to hack up the cum she had taken in her mouth. She spat it out, but he knew she had tasted it, if not swallowed some, and he grinned at the thought. He had cum in and on his pretty teacher.
"Clean it up. I don't want cum on my pants."
Victoria looked at him, the taste of cum in her mouth. She always hated the tasted of it. She quickly reached over and wiped the cum off his cock with the palm of her hand, but another glob oozed from the tip to replace it. Swallowing her pride, she wrapped her lips around his end and gave it a small lick and suck. Turning her head, she spat the foul cum onto the floor and went around cleaning herself up instead, wiping what she could from her face and blouse.
"You got your way. Now delete them" she hissed at him.
Michael stood up and grabbed his phone, working the screen and deleting the posts. "You're in luck. No views!"
She felt the wave of relief wash over her and she turned her head so he wouldn't see her tears. "And..." Victoria felt her voice breaking. She swallowed, forcing herself to control her feelings. "And delete the pictures."
"As agreed" he said putting the phone away. Adjusting himself, he put his cock away and grabbed his bag. Michael looked at his teacher on the floor, her head still turned to the side. The wad of cum, wet in her hair. 'I had you!' he thought. Leaving the room, he left her motionless, kneeling there.
Michael walked home, remembering what had happened. There had been no real chance of anyone viewing the pictures online. He had created a fake school forum that had the same template. If she had looked at the address bar, she might have seen that. He reached inside his bag and tore the tape that secured the hidden camera. It had witnessed everything through a tear in the side of his rucksack. He had agreed to delete the photos, and as far as she would be concerned, he would. He had much better pictures now. On the walk home, he though about how he would use the new footage, and her.

[hirarandi]

Michael walked along the street. It was cold and wet, the rain heavy, but he had a plan in his head and soon he would be warm. He looked at the house numbers as he walked; his collar up against the rain. 31. He had found Victoria's house.

Victoria had not long got home after a late evening of marking her class's tests and a short trip to the supermarket. At home, she found a note saying her husband was going out with friends after work. She got herself the salad she had bought out of the bag and looked at it. Instead of opening it, she pulled out a bottle of wine out of the bag and opened that instead; pouring herself a large glass. She still couldn't believe what had happened on the previous Friday, how one of her students had used her. Michael had discovered photographs of her from a few years back, when she had done a soft porn shoot. She had done what she needed to do to keep him quiet, to keep her job, to keep her new house. Looking at her glass, Victoria realised she had already drank it and poured another. Drinking on an empty stomach was not a good idea, she'd missed lunch, no dinner yet, but she'd have something to eat in bit. Maybe the salad, or even phone out for a pizza. She started on the second glass.
Walking slowly up to the house, he noted that only one car was on the drive, and that was his teacher's. He knew her husband drove, but tonight his car wasn't here. He smiled to himself and walked up to the house. It was getting dark, and inside the house he could see a couple of lights on. Deciding against having an explore around the house, he pressed the doorbell and waited in the rain. A minute later the door opened to reveal Victoria. She hadn't changed much from school and was still in the skirt and blouse she had been wearing today. She had taken off her shoes, and was walking around in her nylon covered soles. In her hand she held an almost empty wine glass. Her eyes looked at him and narrowed.
"What?" she looked at him in disbelief "What the hell are you doing here?"
Michael shrugged. "Thought you might want to talk about Friday."
Victoria's mouth opened. "You said you would delete the pictures. You swore you would!"
He held his hands up "I deleted them like I said I would. I just want to talk."
"I have nothing to say to you. Just...just fuck off!" the last part of her sentence came out as a snarl.
Michael was amazed, he hadn't expected his teacher to swear, but she had.
"Well, are you not going to invite me in?" said Michael brazenly, water dripping off his nose.
"I said to fuck off, and I meant it!" Her eyes burned at him, but Michael ignored it.
"it's just that there are some other...pictures."
Victoria looked at him her eyes narrowing again at her student. She had remembered the photo shoot. There had been only one photo shoot. "You're lying!"
Michael shook his head 'no'. "If you want, I can show you them here on your doorstep, or we can go inside."
Victoria looked around outside, but there was no-one else to see. "Show me!"
He shook his head 'no' again. "Im not pulling my phone out to get it ruined in the rain. Give me 5 minutes inside, and I'll show you."
She sized up the threat, he had pictures last time, and had uploaded them to the school forum to get his own way. She couldn't risk him doing it again. Victoria stood aside and let him in. "5 minutes. Then I never want to see you again, got it?"
Michael just smiled as he walked in, glad to be out of the rain, and glad to be in her house for the next part of his plan.
Victoria turned to him. "OK, now, what are these other photos?"
He ignored her and saw the light on in the kitchen. "Are you alone?"
"Yes." She replied before she thought better of answering his question. "So where are these other pictures?"
Michael instead wandered through to her kitchen and looked round. He picked up a towel, drying some of the rain off him as Victoria stood in the door way.
"Can I have a glass of that wine?" he asked.
"Pictures or get the hell out of my house!"
Michael nodded and brought out his phone, setting up the slide show of the film stills. Victoria took the phone from him and witnessed the pictures. They showed her in detail, kneeling in front of him, giving him head. Other pictures showed her covered in cum, looking up at him. They were taken out of context but, shown like this they made her stomach churn. She put her glass down and poured another large glass of wine.
"Why Michael?" she asked, struggling to contain the tears. "Am I such a bitch that you have to treat me like this?"
Michael just leant against the wall and listened to her.
"You promised you would delete the pictures, and then you do this?"
He could see her hand shaking, from shock, fear or anger, he couldn't tell.
"What do you want from me?" she asked exhausted.
He waited for a moment. "Another blow job."
"So you can film me again?" she shook her head and took a large swig of her wine. "Oh no kid, you got me with that before."
"I know, but this time I don't have a camera."
She stared at the dark red of her drink, gently swilling it around, wishing she could just keep on drinking, all alone and just finish bottle after bottle.
"OK" she said draining the last of the wine. "Lets just get this over with."
"Upstairs. I want it on your bed."
Victoria went to protest and then realised that if her husband came home, and she was blowing a student, it might not be easy to explain. She led the way upstairs.
Michael followed her, looking at the pictures of her and her husband on the walls. He looked in front of him, and there was his teacher walking up the stairs. Unable to resist, he reached out his hand and stroked the back of her leg, stroking the nylons she was wearing.
"So smooth" he whispered.
Victoria froze and felt his hand sliding up and down her leg.
"What are you doing? This was not part of the deal."
Michael slid his hand a little higher under her skirt, and she moved on, not letting him feel any more of her. Michael resumed following her
She led him to the bedroom and turned on the light. Her head span a little and she placed her hand on the wall. Taking a deep breath, she moved on and sat on the edge of the bed. "Well?" she said, staring coolly at him. "Are you going to drop them?"
He nodded and began to unfasten his pants, quickly kicking them off and aside.
"Take your top off. I want to see those breasts"
She looked at him and thought about it. She had bared them on a topless beach, and he had seen them on the photo shoot. Taking the waist of the top, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing her breasts in a silver grey bra.
"Come on, and the bra now!" he said, his voice eager and excited.
She reached behind and stopped herself. No, she thought. I don't want this little prick in charge anymore.
"if I take off this bra, what do I get?" she asked, her voice feeling a little stronger.
"I....I don't know." He said, confused by this change in her. "What do you want?"
She thought about it, and then smiled. "Your phone."
Victoria knew how precious it was to him. It was his life, everything was on that phone, and he was never seen without it in class.
"No way. This is expensive."
She purred at him as she spoke now, feeling herself regain some of her strength. The took a finger and slid it gently along the cup of her bra. "Are you saying my tits aren't worth it Michael?"
Michael rallied his thoughts. "I want a fuck for the phone."
She shook her head, still smiling. "You're not fucking me, tonight or any other night Michael. So you can get that dirty little thought out of your head. Phone please."
She held out her hand waiting.
Michael looked at her, she was inviting, and now was taking over. "OK, I want you naked then."
"No Michael, just the bra. The Bra for your phone."
He was getting frustrated now. "OK, OK just the skirt then" he quickly replied.
Victoria nodded and stood up. She reached behind her and unzipped the skirt, letting it pool around her ankles as it fell. She stood before him in dark stockings, black garter belt and silver grey panties. Holding out her hand, Michael passed her the phone as if in a trance. He was mesmerised by the view of her in front of him.
"And...and the bra remember." Reaching behind her again, she unfastened the bra and slid it down her arms and onto her hand. She watched him, so arrogant before, and now putty in her hand. She let the bra hang from a finger before letting it drop to the floor.
Michael wandered over and stood in front of her, admiring her body.
"On the bed Michael" she commanded
Obeying he laid in the middle of the bed, his cock pointing to the ceiling.
"This ends tonight, you know that don't you?" she said looking at him.
He nodded.
Victoria stared at his cock and then began to kiss it, before taking it into her mouth.
A noise downstairs brought Victoria back to her senses. She pulled away from Michael and warned him with a finger to her lips, listening carefully.
"Hey Honey just me" cried a voice from downstairs.
Victoria paled. He was supposed to be going out with friends.
"Just grabbing some DVDs then back out." She heard him moving downstairs.
Both Victoria and Michael remained motionless.
She heard him pause at the foot of the stairs. "You OK Hon?"
Victoria swallowed. "Yeah" she shouted. "Just getting ready for a bath"
This seemed to have satisfied his curiosity and she heard him moving again downstairs. This was too dangerous decided as she moved to the edge of the bed and reached down, almost falling and grabbed her bra. She stopped herself falling any further by pushing against the floor with her other hand.
Michael watched her. Her legs tried to gain traction on the bed clothes to help her back up, but in the silky stockings, they couldn't. Reaching over, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back onto the bed a little. Her hand came up, still clutching the bra, trying to keep hold of it and gain purchase.
Victoria was in an odd position. Why hadn't she just got off the bed and picked it up? She felt Michael help her, pulling her back, and she reached back to help him pull her up when he stopped. That was when she felt her small panties pulled aside. She flailed her hand behind her, trying to stop him, but it was useless. Her other hand now tried to find something to grip, to pull her back off the bed, but there was nothing. She felt something hot and hard press against her inner thigh and she knew exactly what it was.
"Michael!" she hissed in a whisper "No. Stop. Please stop!"
The cock head pressed up against her pussy.
"Michael! Please!"
With one hand he held her hips, kneeling between her legs, stopping her from closing them. The other hand guided his cock.
She wanted to shout out to her husband, to have him stop this. How could she? Half dressed with her student in their bedroom. Victoria tried again to pull herself away, and then felt his cock stab forward, roughly forcing its way into her.
Michael felt her pussy lips spread as he pushed his way into her. He couldn't resist the temptation she had offered him. Grunting, he started to fuck her, holding her waist with both hands. If she hadn't cried for help now, she wasn't going to. He kept her in position half off the bed, holding her there, stopping her from throwing him off. He could feel her still resisting trying to pull herself off him; pulling at the side of the bed with no effect, her legs struggled to gain any purchase. Downstairs, he heard her husband shout "See you later" but he continued to hammer into her. With no response her husband slammed the front door and left. Michael pushed in as far as he could and heard Victoria wail. He knelt up, keeping his cock buried, before raising her waist.
She felt her body being dragged up to the bed, his cock still inside her. She grabbed at the edge of the bed now, able to finally grip something.
"Oh my God! Please Michael, stop!"
She still couldn't move; his hands were gripping her tight. Victoria knew that she couldn't afford his cum inside her, not during this week. She had worn the stockings for her husband because she wanted him to fill her, not this student, pushing so deep.
"Please Michael" she wailed, "I'll do whatever you want, please Michael!"
She felt him push in and hold himself in, and feared the worse.
"Anything?" he gasped.
She didn't care what she agreed to at this moment, a decision she should have thought about. "Yes Michael, I'll do what you want, just don't cum inside me please!"
Michael looked at her bent over; the stockings, the panties yanked aside. He wanted to cum in her. "You best do as you're told, or everything goes public."
He slowly worked his cock in her, and heard her whine, thinking he was going to cum, and he was so close. He pulled out and gripped his cock, pressing it up against her backside.
Victoria panicked again, she had felt him pull out, but now he was going to soddomize her. Her eyes, wide in panic, she gripped the side of the bed hard. The she felt his hot fluid pumping against her, filling the crack of her backside.
"Friday is going to be our fun day, understood?" Michael panted, wiping the cum up and down her backside.
Victoria just stayed in position, not daring to move.
"Every Friday, you'll wait in class, and me and you will have a little fun."
Victoria swallowed. "You... you're not to do this... again."
"I wont cum in you" he said, wiping his cock clean on her panties.
She shook her head 'no'. "No, youre not fucking me again. I cant..." she tried to control her voice from breaking. She took a breath and calmed. "I can't let you, I cant run the risk of getting pregnant."
"I'm sure we can find other ways to have our fun."
She didn't like the sound of the way he said 'others'.
Michael grabbed his pants and pulled them up.
"So?" he said fastening them "do we have a deal?"
Victoria, broken, just nodded.
"I cant hear you. Do we have a ....."
"Yes, we have a fucking deal OK? Now get out of my fucking house!" Victoria spat the sentence at him.
He grinned and finished getting himself dressed, whilst Victoria grabbed a towel and cleaned herself up a little.
Leaving her alone again, he left. All the way home, he thought about his coming Fridays with her, and the fun he was going to have at her expense.

[hirarandi]

Chapter 3 Michael begins his humiliation

Victoria was on her knees in the stockroom. It was Friday afternoon and Michael's cock was slowly fucking her lips. Above her, he held her head still, pressed up against a shelf as he leisurely pushed his cock in and out. She couldn't believe how this had happened. How had she managed to fall into this vicious trap of being his plaything on a Friday? No matter how she thought about it, it was a trap. There was no way out, no-one she could turn to; no member of staff to confide in, no close friend that she would dare to disclose this to. She couldn't even bring herself to tell her husband. All she could think about was that the end of term was just six weeks away. Then Michael would be gone, and this nightmare would hopefully end. She didn't know if she could manage those weeks until then, but the bottles of wine had been helping her to cope. She had tried to talk to him this evening, but he had just pushed her in the small storage room and pushed her to her knees.
Michael groaned as he felt her mouth circling his cock, her little groans as he thrust his cock between her painted lips. She had gone into the stockroom with hardly any protest. A quick shove and she had gone to her knees, waiting for his cock, resigned to her fate. He looked down at her as he delighted in fucking her mouth. There she was in front of him, his favourite game. The sexy teacher, in the light blue blouse, mouth stretched wide as he took what he wanted, her eyes shut to the abuse. Her hand on his waist, slowing him and trying to stop him from going too deep. Looking further down, he could see a little of her cleavage, peaking out from the soft silky blouse, a hint of a blue bra. He wanted to yank open the blouse and see those breasts more, but it would mean taking his cock from her hot mouth.
"Open that blouse." He gasped. When she didn't move, he added "unless you want me to rip it open." Her soft brown eyes opened and looked up at him but she obeyed, unfastening the blouse to show off her satin bra. He returned to fucking her mouth, gazing down at the way her breasts pushed together.
She had to finish him, get him out, so she could try and forget this evening again. Victoria extended her tongue and rubbed it against his length, coaxing him. She didn't want to open her eyes again, as she pretended that it was her husband that stood before her, not this bastard of a student. She ignored the taste that was so different and worked his cock. Above her, she heard him groan in pleasure, and her mouth tasted a little of his precum. His cock pushed deeper and she gagged slightly as he went past her tongue, but her hands pushed him back, so she could hurry him along with her mouth. Pushing her head back against the uncomfortable shelf and pushing his waist slightly, she moved his cock back up to her mouth where she could work on him properly and let her tongue slide along his underside again. Michael gasped and thrust his hips forward, his hands keeping her head pinned in position as his cock began to pump the youth's cum into her mouth and throat. She held still, not wanting to swallow any of it. She could taste the salty cum flooding her mouth and gagged slightly as he tried to push in again, letting some of the cum spurt out of the side of her mouth. He didn't stop and tried again to push deeper with another burst and she pushed as hard as she could, trying to stop him.
Michael stood above her, his legs feeling exhausted but feeling a rush of pleasure as he finally pulled from her mouth. Letting go of her hair, he watched as she stayed on her knees, coughing up and spitting out the cum. He looked at his cock, still semi-erect and oozing the last of the cum from the tip.
"Hey, why don't you be nice and clean me up?"
Victoria's eyes glared up at him. "Fuck you. I am not your fucking whore. Clean yourself up!"
He laughed to himself, thinking how wrong she really was.
She stood now, the soft brown eyes that had looked up at him with such pleading only moments before, now were hardened against any more abuse for today. He nodded and looked at her with her blouse still open, and could see a wet lump of cum and saliva that had squirted from her mouth and landed on the bare skin of her breast. He watched as she stood defiantly in front of him, and as the cum slid along, and down between the warm breasts, soaking a little of the fabric on its journey. Unaware, she fastened her blouse, and Michael tucked his cock away into his boxers.
Outside the cupboard, Victoria looked at him as she got her bag and jacket.
"How much longer? Term ends in six weeks." She said sliding her jacket on.
Michael had his rucksack slung over his shoulder and nodded. "So?"
"So?" She repeated, "So it ends now."
Michael shook his head. "It ends when I say it ends."
"I can't keep doing this Michael. I just can't."
"OK." He thought for a moment as she looked at him with hope. "I tell you what; end of term is when we finish."
She nodded, just six weeks. Maybe a few Fridays off being ill?
"Then I get to fuck you." Michael continued.
"I told you no. I'm married, so I am not fucking you, get it through your thick head, it's not happening. No fucking way."
Michael watched as she snarled at him, he could push it, try and get what he wanted, but if she broke the wrong way, he'd have no more leverage over her. He gave her a moment to calm down.
"OK, no fucking, but, I get something special."
Victoria went to shout at him, but stopped herself. Hadn't this little shit done enough? She looked away from him, blinking back the tears of rage in her eyes, not wanting him to see them. Her fists clenched as she fought to control her emotions. She took a shuddering breath in and let it out slowly, commanding herself.
"What did you have in mind?" She asked, struggling to keep herself composed.
He shrugged at her. "Don't know yet."
Michael opened the classroom door and walked out, leaving her alone in the empty room.
She sat in her chair at her desk, and placed her head in her hands. She wanted to cry, to scream, but this wasn't the place or the time. Instead she sat there, fighting back the tears.
The following Friday, Victoria had a plan. The deal was Fridays. She had re-examined the thought of having the Friday off, but he knew where she lived and she didn't want him calling round to her place again, but what happened if he didn't show up? It wouldn't be her fault, it would be his! She sat at one of the school computers and brought up his timetable, and studied what classes he had before hers for the final period. She smiled and saw that it was Mr Goggins, the sports teacher. Nipping to the staff room, she collected a couple of coffees from the machine and took them down to his office.
Pete Goggins was a large Scottish man, and always the gentleman, even though he made it clear that he had an eye for the ladies. As soon as Victoria popped her head around the corner, he was already more than willing to help, and the coffee would be the clincher.
"No Pete, I can't say." She said smiling pleasantly at him.
Pete sipped his coffee and looked at her, a little concerned. "Well he's not a bad student. He plays football well, and he's always a good kid. Not like some of those other shits."
She nodded. "I know, well I just want you to...delay him, that's all."
Pete decided she had her own reasons and she wasn't going to say It was an odd request, and he had a good idea about how to delay him, and a couple of the shit ones as well.
As the final bell was about to go, Pete Goggins had not turned up and she could feel her stomach knotting in trepidation at what would happen if he didn't show. Another blow job. Another mouth full of his cum. She looked at the class, and saw him there, smiling. Victoria looked briefly at her watch and saw there was only a minute or so to go, when she heard the knock at the door. Pete popped his head round and gave a big smile at her.
"Ah, Mrs Salley, I hope I'm not disturbing you?" He said with his thick accent.
She decided to play along with the act. "Erm, no, no you're not. Is there something I can help you with?"
Taking this as the welcome, he entered the class room and stood there, hands on hips looking at the class, beaming his smile at them.
"Gentlemen, I need a little help, and looking for volunteers! Who wants to give me a hand?" He searched the faces for anyone that would offer to help, but he knew no-one wanted to help, not on a Friday afternoon.
"No comers hey? Right, in that case I'll have to draft you in then. Chris Gartside, you've just volunteered. Robin Moore, yes you lad." Pete Goggins looked around.
"Two more, let's see. Michael Cooper and Sean O'Reilly! Well done lads, you're all helping me to do a clear out of the sports stock room."
Victoria eyes swept the room at the chosen students, briefly meeting Michael's. She kept her face impassive.
"Well come on lads, don't sit there dawdling. Grab your things and get a move on!"
Michael, put his rucksack over his shoulder and stood there; last of the four chosen to leave the room.
"Is there a problem Michael?" asked Pete.
He looked at Victoria and then at the sports teacher. She noticed how his eyes flared at her. "No sir, no problem."
"Well get a move on then lad. Sooner you finish sooner you can go."
Victoria watched as the door closed behind the sports teacher, and then smiled at her class as the bell rang. The students filed out quickly and noisily, leaving her briefly alone. Not wanting to take any chances, she grabbed her coat and bag and followed them.
She had expected him to try and call that weekend, but her husband was home and she made a point of leaving the house with him. By the time Monday rolled around, she was feeling better about herself, she had not drank as much, and she was starting to plan for another event to happen to Michael for this Friday evening.
Michael had other ideas and cornered her in her classroom on the Monday lunch break.
"What the hell was that all about on Friday?" he hissed. Victoria knew he would be pissed at her, and she realised that she should be taking more control of the situation.
"Michael, I have no idea what you're on about. I figured you'd be about 5 minutes then..." she calmly responded, but Michael spoke over her.
"Get in the stock room. You're going to give me what I should have got on Friday!"
"No Michael. It's your rules. It's not Friday."
Michael wasn't for listening though, and started marching her to the room. He wasn't prepared for her heel coming down on his instep. He howled and limped, leaning on the desk, his eyes glaring at her.
Victoria poked him in the chest. "This is your fucking sick game; they're your fucking rules. Today's not Friday, so you don't get anything. Not my fault he chose you on Friday, so you'll just have to live with it. Got it?"
She marched past him, barging him out of the way. Inside her head she cheered and congratulated herself, as she left him alone in the class room.
When it came to Friday, she went into the school feeling better than she had the following week. Her first stop was the staff room to collect a couple of coffees and then to see Pete again. He was easy enough like last time. She smiled and winked at him as she entered the room.
"Hi Pete. Just thought I'd bring you a coffee. How are you today?"
Pete looked at her as she placed the coffees on his desk and stood before him hands behind her back looking coyly at him. She smiled at him and then looked around the room at his pictures, he took the opportunity to examine her. His eyes leisurely took her in, starting with the heels, before easing their way up her light grey pantyhose; he looked at the way her calves were shaped before they reached the hem of her long grey skirt. They moved to her thighs, and then the sweet curve of her backside. He wondered if it was as firm as it looked. He moved his eyes higher and to her chest, and the curve of her breasts through the silky purple blouse. He briefly imagined cupping them as he drove his cock into her ass from behind.
"Hello?" She smiled at him.
Pete came round from his brief daydream. "Sorry, what did you say Victoria?"
"I was just wondering if you could do me another favour?"
He reached over and took his coffee cup. "Well, I guess I can. What is it?"
She took her coffee and gently slid her finger along the lip of the cup. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind delaying Michael again tonight?"
"It depends." He knew there was more to this than she was letting on. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"Was hoping you could do this as a friend, no questions asked?" she said, her eyes staring into his, hoping that she could be as seductive as was needed.
"You did that last week. This week I want to know why."
"Michael has," she thought quickly. "well, he has a bit of crush on me."
"Well why don't you just confront him then? Just tell him it won't work out. You know it's best"
She had hoped that he wouldn't question it. "Please Pete. I know that's the best route, but so close to the end of term, I don't want to have such a confrontation."
Pete sipped the coffee and listened to her lying. Perhaps if she wouldn't tell him the truth, Michael may well be able to. If anything, it should be good for a laugh.
"OK. But you owe me on this one Victoria."
She smiled at him and winked. "Thanks Pete."
Lunchtime came and Victoria found herself at her desk. She reached under the desk and unfastened her shoes, slipping them off. She let her nylon feet slide against the cool floor and stretched her calves. She closed her eyes and pulled her arms behind her head, making her body taught. The sound of the classroom door closing brought her back to reality.
"It's Friday." Said Michael, leaning against the door, blocking her only exit.
Victoria sat up in her chair and looked at him. "Yes, but its not Friday evening. We're still in school time."
Michael walked towards her. "I never said anything about when on a Friday, I just said Friday. Don't want Goggins taking me out of class at the end again do we?"
Victoria stood up, pushing her chair from behind her as she did. "After school Michael, not during. I thought you knew this?"
He shook his head no. "Get in the cupboard. It's time for you to pay."
"No Michael!"
Michael took her by the arm and pulled her towards the cupboard. He felt her stamp on his foot again, but he had learned from last time and wore thicker shoes, and without her heels on he hardly felt her.
"Michael please? Not here, if someone walks in?" she pleaded with him, but in her nylon feet, she slid slowly across the floor.
"Same as before; you better be quick then." He said, pushing the door and pulling her into the waiting room.
"Please Michael. After school, please!"
He kicked the door shut.
Michael span her around and made her face the door. She felt him start to pull up her long grey skirt.
"Michael? What the hell are you doing?"
"What we agreed on. Bend over." He said yanking the skirt upwards. Even in the dim light of the closet, he could see her wonderfully shaped legs under the hose.
"Wait! We agreed. You said you wouldn't!"
She felt him behind, fumbling and then his cock pressing up against the back of her thigh. Victoria's hand gripped the shelf.
"Don't you move – Got it?"
Victoria nodded but gripped the waistband of her hose, stopping him from pulling them down. Michael had other ideas though.
Taking his cock, he pressed it up against the small gap at the top of her thighs.
"Open a little. Let me in."
Victoria's hand kept a grip on her nylon waistband and her other hand gripped the shelf tighter, but let her thighs part a little and felt his cock slide up against her.
Michael started to fuck his cock against her. He could feel the soft nylons press against him, and the heat coming from just under the covered pussy. His hands pushed the rest of her skirt up around her waist, letting him see the white panties pulled tight across her ass. Placing one hand on her hip, he used her. The other hand reached up and bent her over, and Victoria let him, eager for this humiliation to be over with.
David and Neil entered the classroom and looked around – there was no-one to be seen.
"Come on. No-ones in this one." David said.
They quickly walked in and placed their bags on one of the desks, away from small window in the door. They were supposed to on break, but sitting in classrooms was against the rules. David took his phone out of his pocket and selected a music track.
Victoria remained quiet. She couldn't run the risk of letting the two students know what was happening in here. Carefully, she reached behind and tried to stop Michael but he pushed her hand out of the way. Outside she could hear the faint tinny sound of the music they were playing. She stood up and moved away from him. Michael was not having that and pushed her up against the shelf.
"I've not finished with you yet" he hissed into her ear.
She couldn't run the risk of the others hearing, so Victoria gripped the shelf. She felt him guide his cock back up between her thighs and resumed fucking against her.
Neil took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it, and began scanning through a few of the pictures he had on it.
David looked over at him, and saw the slight glaze come over his eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
Neil didn't bother taking his eyes off the screen and instead flicked onto the next picture on the screen "Looking at Mrs Salley."
"Yeah? Lets see then?"
David looked at the phone and saw Mrs Salley sat behind her desk. Her shoe slightly dangling from her foot. As he watched, the screen displayed the next picture, showing her standing at the whiteboard, the centre of the screen showing the backs of her legs.
"Dude, that's fucking perverted!" Dave said, laughing at his friend.
"Just...some pictures that's all. Nothing obscene!"
"Yeah, but I bet you've had a wank over them haven't you?"
Neil didn't bother answering but just smirked at Dave.
David shook his head in disbelief. "You're unbelievable man! I mean, she got that hot body on her, why just take pictures of her feet?"
"I like her feet. They're nice"
"Yeah, but she's got those cute tits, and that amazing ass!"
Neil snorted. "You're always on about asses. That's so fucking gay!"
"What's gay about it? You saw that video where that woman got fucked up her ass and how she groaned about it."
"Yeah, but wouldn't your dick smell of shit after it?"
"Yeah" Dave laughed, "but if that bothers you, get her to suck it clean or wipe it on her."
Michael listened to the other two speak about her. He knew that Victoria kept quiet, not just waiting for him to finish, but out of fear of being discovered. How much was she prepared to be quiet? He reached around her and slid his hand up to the waistband of her pantyhose. Her hand quickly gripped his wrist as he began to slide his hand down the front. She was determined, but wasn't as strong, still he struggled to get his hand down. His hand slowly worked its way down, into her panties. She looked over her shoulder at him, shaking her head no, but he knew what he wanted. He pushed roughly down, and cupped her warm pussy.
Neil looked over at her desk, and wondered if her seat would still be warm from her previous class. As he looked at her desk, he saw that there was something underneath it, poking out slightly. He put his phone away and went over to investigate. It was her shoes, the ones she was wearing this morning. Carefully, he reached down and picked one of them up and brought it to his nose, inhaling.
David watched his friend. "Dude, just fucking leave it. Put it back."

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Neil wasn't for listening though, and gulping in the air again, whilst his other hand moved to the crotch of his pants, stroking the hardening cock.

"Hey Neil, not in the classroom!" His friend laughed in amazement at what his friend was contemplating. "Oh fuck man" he laughed and turned away so that he wouldn't see.
Neil inhaled again, smelling the warm leather smell and slight tang of sweat. In his pants he gripped his cock and stroked it, lost in his fantasy.
Victoria could feel his fingers, squirming in her panties, exploring. She kept a tight grip on his wrist and her other hand held the shelf for support. His fingers inexpertly caressed against her slit, pressing against her clit before dipping slightly inside her. She was not here for pleasure, just to be used and he made her fully aware of it. Behind her she could hear his breathing getting harder. She felt his hand tremble inside her panties and then his cock between her thighs began to pump his cum. He held her in place, finishing with her, and she just stood there, letting him, eyes clenched shut as she felt the hot fluid beginning to ooze down her inner thighs.
Michael grinned, wiping his cock up and down the back of her thigh, cleaning the last dregs of cum. They couldn't leave just yet. If he did, he might lose the control over her, or even worse have to share her. He reached down and felt the wet cum on her inner thighs, and began to massage it into her, pushing it up against her pantyhose covered crotch and thighs. He could feel Victoria trembling against him, but he chose to ignore it. What about if he could have both? Show her off, but keep her to himself? 
Neil grunted, still smelling the shoe. In his imagination he was coming on her feet, not his hand. He tried to imagine how the soft nylon and warm feet would feel, pressing against the sides of his cock. He filled his hand and then took it out of his pants. David still wasn't looking at him. He took the handful of cum and wiped it into her shoe, watching as it began to slowly slide along the innersole of the high heel. 
David interrupted him. "Oh Christ man, you haven't have you? Dude, you are so fucked up in the head!"
Neil ignored him. Everyone had their fantasy he thought, mine is feet, and his is an ass. He scraped the last of the cum on the side of her shoe before placing it at the side of her desk.
"Come on man," David said grabbing his rucksack and phone. "Let's get out of here before we're discovered!"
Victoria stood in the stockroom, looking for something to clean herself up with. Michael had made sure the cum was smeared in, and the pantyhose was matted to her thighs and ass. She looked at him and he was just so annoyingly pleased with himself. She pulled her skirt down and watched as Michael opened the door to their store room Victoria decided the best course of action would be to go to the ladies and clean herself up, get rid of the soiled pantyhose, swill her face. Padding back into the classroom, she realised she still had no shoes on and found one her shoes under the desk, the other at the side. She slid her foot into the first one before hobbling around the side to get the other. 
Michael took his rucksack and slung it over his shoulder, smirking at her. He opened the door and just strode off into the corridor, acting as if nothing had happened. 
The school bell rang, and the students were already heading to class. The echo from the corridor was loud and close. Damn it, she was hoping she could have had more time. Never mind, she could excuse herself for a couple of minutes whilst she just nipped to the toilets to change. Her foot slid into the other shoe, and as her heel slipped down, she felt her toes push into the pool of wet cum inside the toe section of the shoe. Victoria froze as her stomach dropped as she realised what the student had done. Her legs felt suddenly weak and she sat down in the chair. Before her, the class entered and sat down, talking amongst themselves waiting for the class to begin. She could feel her thighs; damp with his cum, the nylons sticking to her as she pressed them against the seat. Her toes wiggled against her control and felt the other cum soaking quickly through to her skin, between her toes, the wetness spreading along the bottom of her foot. Her eyes tightly shut, breathing deeply, she concentrated, waiting for the strength to return to her legs, knowing his cum was drying against her skin. Soon it would be home time, two more classes, then home and that bottle of red in the cupboard. Maybe start on the next one too.
Michael had his rucksack over his shoulder as he walked down the corridor. He wondered if she would take off those wet pantyhose before his class. He thought also thought about what he would do with her, and began to hatch his plan for next week.

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It was Thursday, and Victoria sat at her desk just before the students arrived. She closed her eyes and could still the slight bliss the vodka had given her. The feelings from the previous Friday were for now subdued, she tied to wipe the images away, but when she tried to ignore them the thought of putting her foot in the warm cum in her shoe, or used as an item came flooding back. Quickly checking her watch, she grabbed the small bottle of vodka in her handbag and took another quick swig, swallowing the liquid as the school bell rang.

During the day, Victoria worked at her job teaching and keeping the alcohol level just right; not too drunk she couldn't teach, but just enough to keep those feelings submerged. At the end of the day as she was packing up, Michael came to see her. Victoria looked at him and frowned.
"What?" She said folding her arms. "Today's Thursday, you're not supposed to be here."
Michael just shrugged annoyingly and closed the door leaning against it.
She felt slightly trapped with her exit blocked, but the vodka kept her cool headed. Eventually Michael spoke.
"I've been thinking, about what you said and how you want it to end." He said, finally moved away from the door and walked over to her. "Was thinking about a little something so you could end it tomorrow?"
Victoria didn't like the sound of that and tried to figure out exactly what his new angle would be. "Told you already Michael, you're not fucking me."
He simply shook his head again. "Yeah I know that, but was thinking about something else instead. I was thinking about you calling round to my place."
Victoria breathed in and started to see where he was going this time. "Go on?"
"I was thinking you could .... Do you dance?" he asked quickly changing his approach.
"Why?" she asked slowly
"I was thinking you could dance for me, lap dance kinda stuff."
It was too much for Victoria, and mixed with the vodka, burst out laughing. "Are you fucking serious? Have you honestly heard yourself?" She saw Michael's face, angry with his fantasy rejected so easily, and laughed again. "I'm sorry Michael, go on, it sounds wonderful." He stood there, annoyed for a few seconds, before continuing.
"I figured you'd want to end this sooner than later. Was just giving you a chance to end it." With that he walked away.
Victoria controlled her sniggering for a moment. "OK OK Michael! So, let me get this straight: I come round to yours, do a little dance..." Much to Michael's annoyance, she did a little dance in her chair, still grinning and mocking him. She saw his expression and loved holding the upper hand. "...and then we're quits right?"
Michael shook his head. "No, don't want you just doing a little dance and leaving. I want you dressed hot, and for the evening."
She smirked at him, and just knew there was going to be some catch. "Go on, give me all your dirty little ideas then Michael." She shook her head dismissively. "You really are immature, do you know that?"
Michael just shrugged his shoulders, not really caring. "Stockings and stuff, you know, bra, knickers." He thought about it. She had given him permission so he might as well use it. "Nice make up, red lipstick." He listed them to her, and she shook her head in disbelief at them.
She waited for him to finish. "So, I come round, dressed like a tart, I suppose a few lap dances and ...."
"A few blowjobs as well." Michael injected into her sentence.
Victoria shook her head laughing at him. "Is this some ploy to try and fuck me again?" She remembered how he had taken advantage of her as she had tried to get her bra, bent over and precarious, he took advantage and pushed himself into her. Fortunately, she thought he had seen some sense and stopped, but only after she agreed to the current predicament she was in.
Michael shook his head no. "I remember your rule; No fucking."
Victoria knew there was more to this than what he was letting on. If she had learnt anything in the last weeks it was not to trust him. "Just lap dances and blowjobs, and then at midnight, you can go and that's everything. I promise."
She wanted to believe him, she really did. "I'll have to have a think about it."
Michael infuriatingly just shrugged again. "You have until Friday."
Victoria went to ask about why Friday, and closed her mouth again when she remembered why she had been drinking. She just nodded.
On Friday, Michael came again at lunchtime to visit her.
He found her sat at her desk, having quickly closed her drawer when he entered.
"Well? Have you thought about what I suggested?" He said closing the door behind him.
"I have. I'll agree to it, but, I want a couple of safeguards though." She said.
"Like what?" Michael had been expecting her to refuse, and was looking forward to another rough play in the store room again.
"You're not going to try and fuck me again"
Michael held his hands up. "I swear again, I won't"
"And I want you to swear this is the end. That if I agree, that's it. No more."
Michael nodded slowly. "I swear that it'll be the end."
Victoria studied his face, trying to find any trace of lies there, but she couldn't. What choice did she have? It was either three blowjobs in the store room and run the risk of being discovered, like they nearly were the previous week, or get it over with in one night. She should have just let him fuck her at the start. Blinking, she pushed that particular dark thought to the back of her mind, she wouldn't let him fuck her. But that one sentence had risen a few times in the past couple of weeks, especially after the previous Friday. Ever since this whole episode had began, she had refused her husband's advances with her, not wanting to be touched by any male, sadly, including him. She swallowed and felt the vodka she had quickly been drinking when he had come in, still burning warmly in part of her throat. She coughed to get rid of it. "OK, what time?"
Michael put a slip of paper on her desk with address on it and smiled. "7pm. No funny business from you either. The hotter you are, the more likely I am to uphold my part."
She looked at him with him saying that. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean if you decide to bring anyone along, or cancel, or not try and look your hottest, then the deal is off."
"Well you had better tell me the moment I arrive; otherwise I'm not going through with any of it."
Michael smirked. "Don't you worry, I'll tell you."
Victoria watched him leave. This time tomorrow, it would all be over. No more blackmail, no more abuse, no more hiding in the bathroom to cry. For Friday though, she would have to just get over and done with. She opened the draw again and took out the bottle of vodka. Looking at the remains of what was left, she drank it back quickly; she needed the numbness it brought now and for tomorrow more than ever. As she coughed with the burning in her throat, she placed the lid back on the empty bottle and put it back in the drawer, unaware that Michael was watching her discreetly from the window in the door.
When Friday evening came along, Victoria told her husband that a few of the women form the school were going out for a birthday party. She sat upstairs having showered, adding some make up and doing her hair, determined to make this night right. Once done, she could go back to her old life, with her husband, her house, both of them together again. Her husband had been a little distant with her when she had told him, but she would make it up to him when this was over. She reached for her wine glass and found it empty. Had she drank it? Taking the bottle she poured herself another and found only a few drops left. Victoria went downstairs, wearing a robe, and found her husband sat there watching TV. She watched him for a moment thinking how handsome he was, before she remembered what she was after and grabbed another bottle of red from the kitchen, taking it back upstairs. She put on the radio and sang along to an old BeeGees song trying not to think about what she was preparing to do and drank her wine.
Thirty minutes later she was on the way to Michael's house in the back of the cab. She had worn a long coat; covering what lay beneath. She could feel the cool lining of the fabric against her skin. As she was driven, she realised exactly what she was doing, she was probably walking into a trap, and found a tear rolling down the side of her cheek. She swallowed and dabbed it away with the cuff of her coat. Victoria fumbled in her handbag and found a makeup mirror and checked herself. Her make up was unspoilt. After 5 minutes, the cab pulled up outside the address and she got out, her coat accidentally splitting open to give the taxi view of her legs. He stared wide eyed and she closed the door.
Michael opened the door when he heard the bell ring. There was Victoria, as agreed. She was wearing a long black coat, past her knees, but fastened up with a belt.
Michael looked at the way she had done her hair and make up, so amazing compared to the simple style she wore during the day. He just prayed that what ever was underneath that coat was just as good.
She brushed past him, and he could smell the slight sourness on her breath of the wine beneath the perfume she was wearing. He closed the door after her.
Victoria turned to him and leant against the wall, and raised an eyebrow. " Well?" She said "Do I look OK?"
Michael nodded. "So far. What have you got on under the coat?"
Victoria held her hand up. "First we understand each other right? After tonight, no more."
Michael just eagerly nodded again. It wasn't enough for Victoria though. "Say it Michael. Promise."
"I promise that after tonight there will be no more."
Victoria stared at him for a moment, hoping to be able to see some sign to say whether he was telling the truth or a lie, but still none showed, just the eagerness of youth.
She reached down and unfastened her coat.
Beneath it, she had worn what her husband had got her for her birthday. Expensive, lacy, black. It was an anniversary present from her husband. Everything was exquisite, and the slight frill trim enhanced the set. Around her waist she wore the matching garter belt, the briefs benath the straps. Adorning each leg was a black glossy stocking, lace topped and fastened to her belt by a delicate strap with a bow on. To finish it off she wore a pair of black toe 3 inch heels. She looked at Michael's expression as she held the coat open for him to see. His expression showed that he was more than pleased with her efforts. She knew that she didn't really need to go to all this effort, but she'd had enough and wanted this whole nightmare to end, and if that meant submitting to his little fantasy, then she would have to.
Michael's cock jerked in his pants at the sight of his teacher standing there in front of him. It was only when she coughed that he realised he had been staring for so long.
"Well Michael?" Her voice commanding, as if in class. "Am I to dance in the hall or did you have a better place in mind?"
Michael came back to his senses and opened the door to the living room, and let her walk through. "Take your coat Miss?"
Victoria let it slide off her shoulders. She decided that what need to happen is that Michael needed controlling properly; to not let him have any chances. He was just immature, and needed to be shown. She shrugged the coat off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "Hang that up." She breathed the words, and smiled to herself when she saw Michael obeying, picking it up and gently folding it. Inside she chuckled when she realised that she could have done this all along, like what she had nearly done in her house when he had attacked her. She had let her guard down; she wasn't going to fall for it again.
"Sit down Michael." She spoke the command again. Michael looked at the chair and then the door.
"I was... going to get you a drink first." Michael stammered a little.
"OK" she said
"What can I get you?"
She looked at him and gently pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked at him. "Vodka."
Michael quickly went to the kitchen to get her drink. He knew his parents had some vodka, but instead he took the whiskey out. It was cheap nasty stuff that he had bought earlier. If his parents saw their drinks gone they would know that he had been up to something whilst they were away for the weekend. He poured a large glass and dropped a couple of ice cubes, before he brought it back.
"Sorry, there's no vodka." He said lying. "There's some of my father's single malt though. He says it's really good."
Victoria took the glass from him and smelt it. She could smell the strong vapours coming off it. "I don't drink whiskey Michael. I drink vodka."
Michael stared at her. "It's... it's all there is."
Victoria smelt it again and sipped it. She felt the alcohol sting her lips and throat. It would have to do. "Sit down Michael." Again, she felt a gleam of power as he sat unquestioning. She sipped more of the whiskey, grimacing at the taste and went over to the stereo in the corner to look at the CDs.
Michael stared at her from behind, noticing the way the back of the briefs slid between the firm cheeks of her backside. She had never worn anything like this previous or in his fantasy. He thought about his plans for tonight and hoped they would all work out.
Victoria selected a CD she recognised and then looked at the buttons on the stereo. It was too much for her head at the moment; far too many buttons. She tossed the CD to Michael instead. Why should she work? He was going to do the work tonight.
"Put that on. I'll dance to that." She said taking another swig of her cheap whiskey.
Michael obeyed. She was looking fucking hot tonight, and the cheap whiskey, although not her drink as she claimed, was going down. He operated the stereo and put on the CD. Rock music began to play. He watched as she closed her eyes and swayed a little to the music. He moved in close and slid his hands onto her waist.
Victoria moved round, and with her hand pushed him back.
"No Michael" she said, pushing him away firmly, but slowly. "You wanted a lap dance. Lap dances, there's no touching. Sit down."
Michael obeyed, and sat down in the chair, watching, as she took another sip of the strong cheap whiskey. She placed the glass down and shuddered as she swallowed the vile drink. Victoria began to sway to the rock music and dance before him.
She moved slowly towards him, swaying, tossing her hair around. Michael reached down and unfastened his jeans, pulling his cock out.
Victoria kept dancing, imagining she was back in her earlier days, out clubbing with friends, listening to rock music. She tried to forget where she was and danced. She opened her eyes briefly to see Michael sat there, stroking his cock watching her, and quickly closed them again. As she shook her head, she felt herself unbalance a little. She opened her eyes again and regained her balance.
Michael stroked his cock more, watching her. "Over here, and kneel." He said, pointing at his cock.
She shook her head, smiling. "No. You want something, then you ask me nicely."
Victoria could see the frustration on his face. "What? Why the hells should I?"
She placed her hands on her hips, showing him she wasn't moving.
Sighing he decided to ask. "Can you please suck my cock?"
She walked over and stumbled slightly in her heels. Then with great care, moved down in front of him and took the cock in her cool hand. She looked him in the eyes then down at his dick. She closed her eyes and listened to the rock music instead. Opening her mouth she took him in.
David and Neil stood in the doorway watching. There was Mrs Salley, on her knees in front of Michael. Michael just looked over at them and grinned. David watched her backside, admiring the curve of it, the way the straps framed it.
Michael nodded for them to sit down and motioned for them to be quiet. They watched as her head slid up and down his cock, her dark tousled hair covering her face and them from her view.
Michael had recognised the voices when he was in the cupboard with Victoria. He had heard their thoughts and decided to talk to them. They hadn't believed him obviously, so he had decided to show them, ...for a fee. They couldn't really lose out. £100 each, and they could also get a lap dance from their teacher, dressed hot. If he was lying, they would get their money back and there would be drinks as well. He had left them with the idea, and they had, as expected, come back to him. They wanted more, but Michael refused.
Victoria concentrated on her memories. Of being with her husband, of giving him head. She placed her hands on his thighs, and began to suck harder, letting her tongue lap at the base of his cock. Everything her husband enjoyed. She felt his hands place themselves on her head and knew he was getting close. She willed the memories of her husband to come to her as she tasted the salty precum. Then his hands held her head and she felt him thrust up into her mouth, releasing his cum. She held still, letting it accumulate in her mouth. His hips pushed up again and she heard him grunt at her. "Swallow!"
She thought about her husband again, and swallowed dutifully. He didn't let her up at first, instead keeping her mouth on his cock, so Victoria continued to work it, grimacing at the taste of him. She felt saliva rush into her mouth and swallowed it quickly back. Victoria pulled her head up, went to kneel back, falling instead sitting on her backside. Sitting there for a moment, she looked at Michael, brushing her hair away from her face, then looked where he was looking, to his two friends sat watching her.
She felt the world drop from her stomach.
Victoria sat there on the floor in front of him. "Michael? What the hell is this?"
Michael sat up a little and tucked away his spent cock. "Just a little bit of fun. What's the problem?"
She sat there looking at him, tears welling up in her eyes. How could he not know? Was he just so cruel that he didn't know or care? "Because I..." she started, and didn't know how to finish the sentence. "This was not part of the deal!"
He lowered himself back onto his chair and smiled at her. "The guys just want to watch, nothing more, maybe get a lap dance. That's all. Right guys?"
David and Neil nodded eagerly, and sat on the other chair and couch.
Victoria looked at Michael. She wanted to cry out, run away, hide, but could do none of them. She felt her stomach gurgling again, the whiskey not sitting well with the wine, cum and now the added extra stress. She looked at Michael again, the welling tears now sliding down each of her cheeks. "And then what?"
Michael gazed back at her. "Then go home, and our deal is all finished."
She sat on the floor, still in her lingerie. David and Neil just stared at her, Neil slowly rubbing his hard on through his jeans. She weighed up her alternatives. If she left now, David and Neil would talk, but who would believe them? Michael though, would keep blackmailing her. She had looked around her house for the phone she had taken from Michael but couldn't find it. She presumed he had taken it back or at least slightly hoped, as it would be worst if her husband found it before she did. Victoria breathed slowly, trying to steady her nerves and fight back the tears. Once they had calmed a little, she stood, and stared at them, trying to remember her teacher training. They were students, and must be treated as such. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "There's rules, you both understand right?" David and Neil just stared at her, waiting for her to finish.
"The rules are these, you don't get to touch." They sat there listening to her, not saying a word. "You touch, and my...dance ends for you. Have you got it?"

[hirarandi]

They both nodded dumbly.

Neil sat in his chair and continued to stroke his hard on. He stared at his teacher's legs in front of him; his eyes travelling up and down her glossy black stockings, from the lace top, down to the heels she wore. She looked at them both and then moved over to David. He noticed her face was looking a little paler than usual, which he summarised was from the shock of having to perform for three guys instead of one. His eyes moved up a little higher as she stood facing David. His friend was right, she did have an amazing ass. He could see the way the panties curved around them, clinging tight, easing a little up the crack. As he watched, she began to dance in front of David, moving to the beat of the rock music, and he watched as she swayed her hips. 
David sat in the armchair, watching her. "Turn around Teach, and wiggle that backside for me!" Obeying, she turned around for him and began to move her hips again. He watched as she moved her backside, dancing for him. True to his word he kept his hands away; he didn't want this to end, not just yet. David stared at her backside, and the more she moved her hips from side to side, the more those thin panties moved up her backside, presenting him with the view of her backside that he had always dreamed of.
Victoria closed her eyes and listened again to the music. She wanted this night to end and never to remember it. The rock music was loud and kept dragging her back to her younger days, but every now and again, her stomach gurgled and brought her back to reality. She wished she hadn't hurried the whiskey before. Closing her eyes again, she tried to bring back her younger days in clubs. Her world swirled slightly, and she opened her eyes hurriedly and spread her legs slightly to keep her balance, providing David, unintentionally, with a better view of her. She closed her eyes again and concentrated, swallowing back the saliva that was welling in her mouth. Her stomach trembled and the room swayed a little more. The taste in her mouth was foul, and she unwillingly thought about it rather than the music. She could still taste Michael in her mouth; his cum. His thick, warm, white, sticky, oozing cum. Victoria tried to shake the image from her mind again, and fell backwards, landing unceremoniously onto David's lap. She opened her eyes, knowing something was wrong. Not just the way David's hands were now stroking her thighs, but with her stomach. Victoria gripped the arms of the chair, ignoring David for now, who was grinding himself against her, and tried desperately to calm her stomach. It was too late and she lurched forward, spraying the troublesome contents of her stomach over the floor.
"Damn it! The fucking carpet! My Mom will go fucking ape if she sees that!" Michael yelled. Ignoring her, he ran to the kitchen and got a bucket and items to clean it up. David held her to him for a few more moments, savouring the way she felt against him and then helped her up. He embraced her slightly, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You OK Miss?" he asked. She just shook her head 'no'.
"OK, come on, let's get you to the bathroom then." 
David started to help her to the stairs, and she threw up a little again, depositing another foul red wine smelling puddle for Michael. 
Once in the bathroom, she pulled away from him and knelt in front of the toilet bowl, holding the sides. He could see Victoria's body trembling with shock, and the way she kept on dry heaving into the toilet. His eyes moved down her body, back to her backside again. The vomit downstairs reeked of alcohol and he wondered how much she had drank before she arrived. He reached down and carefully stroked the curve of her backside, but she seemed oblivious to him, and just groaned into the toilet bowl. David slowly closed the bathroom door. Reaching down, he took out his cock and watched her backside. Those wonderful globes of hers. Opening a cupboard, he looked inside examining the contents before he pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. He returned his gaze to her backside, and unzipped his pants, easing out his hard on. If she freaked, he would just settle for a quick wank over her, but if not, he was going to live his fantasy. David squirted a large wad of the lotion into his hand and started to slide his hand along his length, lubricating himself. 
Victoria knelt over the toilet bowl. Every time she felt like moving, her stomach would lurch again. She felt cold and in shock, her body trembling. All she could think about right now was that she wished she was at home in bed, curled up in a ball, warm and safe. Victoria lifted her head out of the toilet bowl for a moment, gasping some fresher air and sensed movement behind her. David was stood behind her, stroking his cock, watching her. How could he think of that at a time like this? She went to say something, but her stomach lurched again and she quickly turned round to the bowl. 'Fuck him' she thought, 'let him have his wank if he wants.'
A moment later she felt something warm and wet drip onto her backside, and cringed slightly at the thought about what it was. She risked a look around and saw him, standing over her, his cock oozing and dripping what she thought was cum onto her. The sight was too much, and she quickly turned back to the bowl as her stomach tried to empty itself again.
David watched as the lotion melted with the warmth of his skin and dripped from him. He moved closer, letting the dribbling mess fall more onto her backside. He watched as the drops hit her black panties and soaked through. He could smell the vomit from her, but the sight in front of him overpowered him. David squatted behind her, stroking his cock. He reached out and slid a finger under the small strip of lacy fabric covering her anus. Victoria's hand let go of the bowl momentarily, reaching behind her and slapping his hand, but he gave the panties a harder tug, moving them down slightly and exposing her crack more. David's heart was hammering in his chest as he moved into position behind her, his cock soaked with lotion, one hand guiding his cock forward, the other placed on her backside, his thumb hooked into the panties, keeping it pulled aside, her hand still slapping at it ineffectually. "Don't worry, I bet with the amount you've drank you wont remember any of this tomorrow." 
Victoria had her hand behind her, slapping at David's hand. She could feel her panties being moved aside. She groaned a "No" out, but he didn't seem to care or listen. She felt weak and her head now swam continuously. She felt something push up against her backside, hot and wet. Her eyes blinked open as she tried to figure out what was happening. She knelt there, still shaking from the vomiting and alcohol, and then felt David push his cock forward. Victoria's mind became sober and she screamed out as she felt him trying to force his cock into her body. 
David pushed forward, and as he did, she squealed "No" at him and tried to kneel up. He let go of her panties, and pushed down on her back, keeping her bent over. She screamed out into the toilet bowl as he pulled back and plunged forward, penetrating. The sides of her ass tried to squeeze him out, but with his cock so slippery with lotion, had no effect. Embedded enough in her, he let go of his cock now and gripped her waist with his hand, keeping her bent over and began to fuck her in the ass. David had seen this so many times in porn films, and believed that women loved it, even when they said they didn't. Keeping her in position, he hammered into her, fucking her solely for his enjoyment, thrusting in and relishing the feel. He had fantasised about fucking her in the ass so many times, but the reality was so much better than the fantasy. David kept at her, his balls slapping against her as he ploughed in hard and deep.
Victoria's eyes were bulging as he banged her ass. Her friends had told her that it wasn't so bad, but she would never entertain the idea, and her husband showed no sign of interest in it either. She gripped the sides of the toilet hard as she was fucked. She could feel him in her ass as his cock plunged in, not so much painful, more shock and unwelcome. 
"Please!" She managed to get out, "please, please stop!"
Her attacker didn't slow, he just kept her pinned over the bowl and pounded her backside. She could hear him grunting behind her. Then she felt him stiffen and his cock began to spasm inside.
David groaned in pleasure as he came. He wouldn't let her up just yet, not until he had spent everything inside her. Slowly, he worked his cock in and out, feeling the last of the cum entering her. He pulled back, keeping his hand on her back as he did, the cock popping out of her, and her anus remained open a little, before the panties slid back against her. David chuckled, amazed at having finally fucked a woman, and fucking her in the ass. He stood and cleaned his cock on a white hand towel, before heading back downstairs.
Victoria moved back from the toilet and absent-mindedly flushed the mess away. She sat back and felt the cold shock running through her body. Her stomach was now empty, there was nothing left to throw up, but now her backside burned from her recent bang. How could she have let it happen? She resolved to going to the security officer, telling them of the bang, but how was she going to explain it? Drunk and dressed like a hooker in a student's house? Questions would be asked, too many questions with too many unwelcome answers. Victoria began to cry, hugging her knees as she sat on the bathroom floor. She bent her head to her knees and cried.
David came back down and saw Neil sat exactly where he had left him, Michael was cleaning the floor, squirting it with some white foam, and scraping the mess up. 
"She's OK. She's upstairs, cleaning herself up." David said, slumping onto the couch with a large grin. Michael didn't even turn around, but his friend Neil studied him. David gave him an evil wink and made quiet thrusting movements behind Michael's back. Neil's eyes widened as he understood what his friend had just done. David nodded his head towards the stairs, encouraging his friend to go.
He beamed as Neil excused himself with a murmur and headed quietly up to find her.
Neil found her sat in the corner of the bathroom. "Erm, are you alright Miss?"
She didn't answer him, but just kept her head bowed, sniffling quietly. 
"Miss?" he ventured again. This time she did look up at him. Her make up hadn't run, but he could see the tears and the red eyes. 
Neil felt sorry for her. "Come on Miss, let's get you up." 
Reluctantly, she allowed herself to be helped up, and Neil escorted her from the bathroom.
"Wait Neil." She said, and almost collapsed against him. 
Neil held her up, both arms around her now. 
"David." She said. "David has just banged me Neil. He banged me." Her voice sounded distant and trembled. 
He looked around for somewhere to rest her, as she slumped against him again. There was one of the rooms open and he half carried her into the room. It was Michael's parent's room and he sat her on the bed. She was still talking. "I asked him to stop, but he didn't." 
Neil stood back and looked at her; she looked so lost and upset. Her hair which had been so well done when she was downstairs, was messed now, but her make up remained mainly intact, just a little of her lipstick was smeared. He stood there, listening to her talk, and his eyes moved down her body, down her well shaped legs to her feet. On the way from the bathroom, she had lost a shoe and he could now see her foot, covered in the dark nylon. He stared at it, not noticing that she had now stopped talking. The spell of the foot was finally broken when Victoria slumped backwards onto the bed. 
"Miss?" Neil asked, seeing if she was still awake. He tried again with no response. So David had got what he wanted, and Michael no doubt got what he wanted, why shouldn't he get what he wanted?
Michael cleaned the last of the mess up from downstairs, and went upstairs to check on Victoria, leaving David alone downstairs. He checked on the bathroom but found no-one there. He then noticed that the light was on in his parent's room, and carefully opened the door. Victoria lay on the bed with Neil standing in front of her. He held her stocking clad legs in the air, grasped by her ankles. He was oblivious to Michael, and was concentrating on what he was doing. Neil held Victoria's feet and slid his cock between them, breathing heavily as he did. Michael moved into the shadows and continued to watch Victoria being used by him. From where he stood, he could tell that she was passed out, but it didn't seem to bother Neil. He heard him groaning as he drew closer to cumming. He paused to put one of her feet down. Neil held her other foot in his hand and carefully tore a hole in the heel of her stocking. With one hand he held the tear open, and the other manoeuvred her foot into position, letting his cock feed into the tear. Reaching down, he lifted her other foot and inhaled the smell of her, licking and kissing at the sole. Michael heard Neil hiss in pleasure and start to fuck his cock against her. He had never seen anything as perverse, but couldn't draw his eyes away. As he was close to climaxing, Neil began to slide her foot up and down, pushing her against him until he whimpered, cumming against the sole of her foot, the cum spraying across the soft skin, held in by the thin dark nylon. Neil held her, slowly sliding it up and down, watching as the cum oozed around her foot, gentling nibbling at the toes on her other foot. He pulled out and gently laid her feet back down to the floor, Victoria still oblivious to what had just taken place. 
Neil finally saw Michael in the room. "Get out." Michael simply said, and Neil left, fastening his pants up as he hurriedly left. With him gone, walked over to the bed and looked down on Victoria. He knew David had wanted to fuck her in the ass, he had overheard the conversation when he was in the cupboard with her. Reaching down her carefully lifted her side, and could see wet patch from where the cum had leaked from her. Michael went downstairs.
"What the fuck do you think you've done?" Michael hissed at David. 
David just carried on beaming at him. "I fucked her in the ass. She so fucking wasted she wont remember it tomorrow, so don't freak about it!"
"The rule was you don't touch!" Bellowed Michael at him.
David looked at Neil, who just gazed at the floor, reminiscing about what he had just done to his favourite teacher. 
"Don't worry, it was in her ass, she's not going to get pregnant from it!" said David.
Michael had had enough. "Get out. Both of you."
David and Michael just got up, silently and left, the door closing quietly behind them. Michael walked around the house, making sure everything was cleaned up for when his parents got back. The carpet was still damp from the cleaning, but the stain had mainly gone. Locking the front door, he made his way upstairs, annoyed at what had happened. She was his. She was his plaything. If anyone had a right to fuck her first, it was him. He went up to his parents room and closed the door behind him. 
Victoria lay on the bed, her soiled feet still on the floor where Neil had left them. Michael began to strip quickly. He was annoyed with David more than Neil. At least with Neil, Michael had cum on her first, and he wasn't interested in her feet. Michael kicked the last of the clothes away and climbed onto the bed. Reaching down, he hooked his hands under Victoria's armpits, and dragged her onto the bed more, positioning her in the middle of the bed. "David had better not have touched your pussy" he whispered. "That's mine." He took the sides of her panties and peeled them down her legs, but found that the straps of her suspenders were fastened over them, stopping them from coming down any more. He gripped the high sides, looking for the seam. Growling softly, he ripped the lacy panties on one side, then the other, pulling them from her and tossing them to the other side of the room. Before him, his teacher's pussy lay, and he noticed with no cum leaking from it. Taking her legs he spread and knelt between them, before pulling her down the bed towards him. 
Taking his cock in hand, he laid over her and pushed against her pussy, slowly piercing her.
Victoria lay on her bed, her head swimming. She could feel her husband, making love to her, a little rougher than usual. He hadn't woken her like this for several weeks; normally he would start by eating her out first; waiting for her to either cum or beg for him to fuck her. She lay there, on the edge of sleep, letting him have her. Victoria loved her Ben so much, and knew he was under pressure from work. She felt him move her legs, pushing her knees back before thrusting in again. This time she moaned out his name, feeling his cock burying itself so deep. Why hadn't they done this for so long? It had been several weeks since they had touched each other, why had they avoided each other? Victoria felt him keep ramming inside her, her body responding to his rough treatment of her. She felt him push her knees, forcing them back to her chest, pushing her ankles up and out of the way, his cock thrust in further. Swimming on the edge of consciousness, she thought a phrase 'he's never done that before'. The word 'before' kept on repeating itself in her head. Then her memories came flooding back, she remembered Michael, how he had blackmailed her into giving him blowjobs, how he had used her in the stockroom. 'Before'. She heard her husband speeding up, getting closer. Now she remembered going to Michael's house, dressing for him. How had she got home? 'Be-fore'. She concentrated on the way her husband was fucking her, rough, deep. Then the last syllable repeated itself over and over. 'fore, fore...Four' It had been four weeks since Michael had tried to take her on the bed. Her eyes snapped open to see Michael above, banging her. "Michael! No! Stop!"
It was too late. Michael's head snapped back and he thrust in a final time, spraying her fertile insides with his cum. Victoria tried wriggling to get out from under him, but he had her firmly trapped in position, and wasn't for letting her go just yet. She tried pushing him with her hands, but he was too heavy, and he kept thrusting inside her, ramming his cum deeper. 
Michael felt her hands pushing at him, but wouldn't let up. He had to reclaim her as his property and that meant leaving his mark. When he felt he could not cum any more for now, he let her legs go, and then rolled off her. She lay next to him, rolled away slightly with her back to him, curling up in a ball, crying. Michael lay there panting. It had felt so good to finally fuck her. After a few minutes, he rolled over and slipped his arms around her, spooning next to her. Victoria tried wriggling from his grasp, but he pulled tighter, keeping her to him. 
Victoria lay there, and let him hold her. She had been a good and loyal wife, never even thinking of anyone but her husband, and now this had happened. Four weeks it had been, when she had dressed nicely for her husband, but he had gone out and this, this, bastard, had tried fucking her. Now she was fertile again, he had finally finished what he had tried to do. 
"Michael, I told you not to fuck me. I told you!" 
If Michael was listening, he didn't show it; instead his hand was stroking her side, moving up to the lacy bra and cupping her breast. She gripped his wrist and tried to pull it away. Briefly, she succeeded, but Michael just shook her grip and returned his hand to her breast, squeezing rather than just holding her this time.
"Please Michael, I just want to go home now." 
"In a bit." Michael breathed next to her. "It's not yet midnight." 

[hirarandi]

No Michael, you've banged me. I didn't consent to this. The deal is over."

Michael pulled up the cup of her bra and grabbed her bare breast. "The deal is over when I say it is."
"I'm going Michael." Victoria said, and tried to get up. Michael pushed her back down onto the bed. 
"I said when I say"
She tried again to stand, but as she managed to get up a little, Michael pushed her back down onto the bed harder. 
"I said, not, yet!" Michael this time pushed her over onto her front, and straggled her back. 
He held on as Victoria squirmed underneath him. Who was she to say when this ended? She was his for the night. Moving down her body, he sat on the backs of her thighs, and pushed a hand onto the middle of her back. Victoria must have remembered David as her hand came back and covered up her backside, fearing another anal fuck, but Michael wasn't there for that. He moved down a little more, and then pushed his knee between her thighs, spreading them. 
"Hold still, or I'll get the wrong hole." He warned. 
It seemed to calm her struggling a little and he guided his hardening cock back to her warm wet pussy. 
"Please don't do this again. Please Michael, I'm begging you!" She wailed, trying to turn her head to look at him. "Please Michael! Anything!"
But Michael had everything he wanted, and pushed his hardening cock slowly back into her.
It was past midnight. Michael finally got off the bed, and looked down at Victoria. She lay before him, dressed in just her stockings now, and they were laddered and torn. He make up smeared, her hair a mess from being pulled during the rougher fucking. She refused to look at him. He had fucked her four times, not counting the blow job she had given him downstairs. After the second fuck, she had just lay there, letting him fuck and do what he wanted, resigned to her fate. Each time, Michael had made sure to cum inside her. It was the only time when she would make a sound; a low whimper. 
He picked up his jeans and slid them on, his cock, slightly sore from it's hard use tonight. 
"What do you want? A shower or a cab?" 
Victoria didn't move. She just lay on the bed keeping her face turned away from him. 
Michael knelt on the bed and slid his fingers over her backside and let the tips of his fingers, stroke her swollen pussy lips. Her body twitched.
"Or, you can stay for the night, and we can fuck again in a bit."
Victoria slowly got up, and sat on the edge of the bed. The idea of him fucking her again, revolting to her. She found her bra, and shoes, but not the panties he had ripped from her. Putting on her shoe, she looked around for the other one, before finding it outside the bedroom door. The bra still in her hand, she walked down the stairs, clinging to the banister, her legs still weak. Downstairs Victoria looked around until she found her coat and slipped it over herself. She felt Michael's cum oozing down her thigh, hitting the lace tops of her stockings, soaking in and spreading, and grimaced at the sensation. With her coat on, she found the house phone and called a taxi. She turned and saw Michael was watching her from the stairs. Turning away from him, she avoided his gaze as she stood at the door waiting for the taxi. She heard him moving behind her and felt his arms circling her waist. 
She tried wriggling herself out of his embrace again, but he wasn't for letting her go just yet, not whilst she was still in his house.
"Michael, enough. You've had your fun." 
Michael kept hugging her, squeezing her waist. She felt his hand slowly slide down the front of her coat, and between her thighs.
She tried pulling his hand from between them as it burrowed beneath the coat and cupped her soaked pussy. "Please Michael, stop. My taxi will be here in a minute."
Michael turned and pushed her up against the wall, face first. 
She tried talking to him again. "No Michael, my taxi will be here. Stop!" 
It was no use. She felt his strong body pinning her against the wall and the back of her coat being hauled up.
He moved position behind her. "You're so fucking hot" he gasped as she felt his hand slide over her pussy, sliding in from behind. Her feet were kicked apart and he pushed two fingers up and into her.
She felt him struggling with something and heard the zipper of his jeans being pulled down again. The sudden sound of the doorbell being rung startled him and Victoria took advantage of his moment of weakness. She pushed him hard and away from her, running for the door, swinging it quickly open, and hearing it crash into the wall behind her. Outside in the cool night air, she pulled the coat quickly shut around herself as she dashed for the cab, but not before awarding the taxi driver a good eyeful of what little she was wearing underneath. 
All the way home, as she sat in the cab staring with tear filled eyes out at the night landscape, all she could think about was that it was over. Please God, let it be over.

[hirarandi]

Victoria sat in the corner of the shower, letting the hot water flow over her, trying desperately to get the images out of her head about what she had suffered that night. How Michael had played her for an idiot and she had danced to his tune. She reached up and turned the water warmer as she remembered how he had fucked her, and she had just laid there and let it happen.

She thought about it and blamed him. Then blamed the drink. Eventually she realised that the person who had allowed any of this to happen was her. She sat there and felt sorry for herself. This soon turned to rage, when she realised it was the wrong way to think. It was Michael who had banged her, who had humiliated and abused her. She remembered that David and possibly Neil had been there too although she couldn't remember if they had done anything. She racked her brains trying to remember. One of them had fucked her in the bathroom. Victoria shuddered that even this violation was so fuzzy in her head.
Enough feeling sorry for yourself, she told herself and got up.
Turning off the shower, she dried herself. Getting dressed into a fleecy tracksuit, she searched the medicine cabinet and found morning after pills, and took them.
Heading to the drinks cabinet, she grabbed a bottle of vodka and opened it. No more. She poured it away.
Victoria was off school on the Monday and Tuesday, phoning in and informing them of the stomach cramps she had. For the two days, whilst her husband was at work, she formulated a plan. That fucking bastard would pay.
Wednesday, she came back into school and was determined. Victoria was in the staff room when Mr Singleton walked in. She poured him a coffee and brought it over to him. "Hi Jerry, I was wondering if I could have word about something?"
Jerry eyed the coffee suspiciously. "Not asking for money are you? I'm skint."
She laughed, "No, I'm not. You know all about computers and such." It was obvious he did as he taught the subject. She pressed on. "I'm writing a story and was thinking, if a bad guy had something on his computer which he could use against the hero, what could be done about it?"
Jerry looked at her and looked as the only other teacher in the room left. "Don't bullshit me."
Victoria looked him in the eyes. "Someone's got something about me on their computer, and I need it destroying."
Jerry sat down and gestured for her to sit opposite. He was a happily married man, but he did enjoy looking at pretty women, like Victoria. "Hacking into his computer from outside would probably work. You know anything about hacking?"
She shook her head 'no'.
"I suppose you could manually rip the hard drive out and destroy it."
She nodded and had considered that. She had thought about that, but it would mean trying to get into the case, and then pulling various bits out. It had seemed easier to perhaps take the whole computer. OK with a laptop, but a whole PC? "Anything else?"
Jerry looked at her. "Virus?"
She leaned forward, tempted by this idea. "Could I...email it them?"
Jerry chuckled. "Doubtful. This day and age the antivirus would find it and destroy it." He saw her expression change to annoyance, and look at the floor trying to figure out how to do this. "...you could install it manually."
Victoria looked up. "How?"
Jerry looked at her. "I suppose," he said sitting back and getting into the stride of it, "you could upload the virus online. On a flash drive have a small self-running program that will disable the antivirus on the computer, and then download, install and run the virus. By the time its finished running, there would be nothing left of the any of the drives.
Victoria nodded. "I...don't suppose you have something like that or could create one?"
He sighed. "It's illegal you know." Jerry saw the determined look in her eyes. "Should have something ready for you tomorrow."
Victoria stood and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you!" She giggled seeing him blush.
Victoria went to her class, and passed David and Neil on the way. Her hand at her side, fisted itself, and she felt her nails digging into the palms of her hands. They looked at her as she passed them. Victoria smiled pleasantly at them. "Good morning Boys." She emphasised the word 'Boys' as much as she could and kept walking. She didn't see their faces with her back to them, but she could almost feel the anger raging behind.
The class went well, and nothing untoward happened. All through the class though, she was thinking of way to get back at her attackers. Anything, anything at all. The problem was that whilst they were in here, and with what Michael had, they were untouchable. Victoria opened her drawer and there was a half bottle of vodka there. She slipped it into her purse, and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, she opened the bottle and sniffed the contents. As she went to tip the contents into the sink, the bathroom door opened and David walked in. She turned and looked at him. "What are you doing in here? This is the ladies. Got confused?"
David closed the door behind him. "No, was thinking about last Friday and the fun we had." She didn't feel nervous with him here. Could she somehow trap him?
"I don't really remember it. I guess not much happened." As she spoke to him, she offered him the bottle. He took a swig, and put the bottle in his coat, grinning at her.
"You don't remember anything that happened?"
She shook her head. "No, hardly a thing. Why? What did you get up to?"
David grinned and walked closer to her. "Seriously? You don't remember? Your little sexy dance? Grinding your ass against me? Taking me upstairs?"
She got flashes of what happened, and not his warped version. She remembered collapsing on his lap and throwing up, and being helped upstairs.
Victoria smiled at him. "And, what did we do when we got there?" She acted as seductively as she could, her voice oozing syrup..
David moved closer and slid his hand onto her hip. "You bent right over and let me fuck you in the ass."
The reality hit her again. She had recalled throwing up, and then David ramming his cock into her. She swallowed nervously, but he hadn't seen the look of disgust on her face. His eyes were checking out the rest of her body. A plan came to her.
"Would you ...like to do that again?"
David looked back up at her face. "Oh yeah, I would."
"No time like the present." She turned around and faced the sink.
David couldn't believe it. "Now? Neil's waiting outside. Someone could come in."
She purred at him, bending over more. "Tell him to stand guard then. Don't let anyone in."
David's cock hardened even more in his pants. He quickly walked over to the door and she heard him whispering to Neil. She gripped her blouse, and tore open two of the buttons, showing off her bra and cleavage. David closed the door and walked back in, to find her still bent over the sink, waiting.
His hands went to the fastenings on her skirt. "No," she told him, "just pull it up. Someone comes in, I don't want to be half-dressed."
David gave a little cruel laugh and started to hike her skirt up. "You remember me fucking you then?"
"Oh yes! I wasn't ready then, but I am now." She felt her hands fist, nails digging into her palms again. "I...don't remember Neil fucking me though, I must have been so drunk."
David laughed as pulled the skirt up around her waist, admiring the stockings she had worn. "He didn't ...well, he just fucked your feet. Got some weird foot kink". She breathed slowly, trying to calm herself as she felt him pulling her panties aside.
"No, tear them!"
He paused, then gripping one side of them, he ripped them apart.
Victoria found her heart, hammering in her chest, and her breath coming sharply.
She inhaled as she felt his teenage cock being pushed between the cheeks of her ass, and screamed as loud as she could.
David looked shocked. Victoria screamed again and again, and threw herself against the wall, sliding down it. "Please! Please! No!!!" she yelled at him.
David stood there, trying to figure out what was happening when Mr Goggins the sports teacher walked in.
Pete Goggins stood there and saw Victoria. Her skirt hitched, panties torn, her blouse ripped open, lying against the cold tiled wall and floor, screaming hysterically at David. David stood there in front of her, his cock out. David was looking at him, his mouth opening and closing, trying to find the right words to say. Mr Goggins saw red, and punched him. From that one punch, David lost all consciousness and didn't feel the second or third punches.
Pete looked at Victoria and helped her up. She pulled the skirt back into place and tugged the blouse close. "I came in here, and he was here. He had a bottle of something he was swigging...I..I..I told him to give it to me and he started to..to..." she gestured to her clothes. Victoria shivered with the adrenaline that was pumping through her system.
Pete pulled out his phone. "I'll phone the security officer." Victoria stopped him. "No no no, please, I'm married." She looked up at him, playing the damsel in distress to the last. "I can't have him find out. Please no!"
Pete looked at her, wanting to dial, but understanding what she was begging of him. He nodded. "I'll get an ambulance for him, and we'll say that we found him like this. Some kid must have done it." Victoria nodded, still trembling. She walked over to David's unconscious body and kicked him as hard as she could between his legs.
Victoria staggered out of the bathroom as Pete Goggins phoned for the security officer, school security and an ambulance. She saw Neil as she left the room and gave him a vicious predatory smile. In his face, she saw the sheer terror and placed a finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet. He nodded desperately and walked away quickly. If he hadn't banged her, then he could wait, for now.
She went back in looked at Peter, "Thank you. Please, please don't tell anyone about this."
He nodded at her. "If you need to go home, I understand, I'll say that you found him and was traumatised." He nodded to her, knowing that was partly the case.
Victoria smiled thinly at him and nodded back. As she got in her car, she gave herself a little smile as she looked in the mirror. "One down. One to go." Pete Goggins passing at the time of her screaming was a lucky coincidence. She wasn't sure how she was going to play it if anyone else had walked in.
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Thursday and Victoria was running late to school. She got in as the bell was ringing and headed for the emergency assembly that had been called. She stood there next to Pete Goggins, as the school was told about the unfortunate bullying incident that had occurred the previous day. How David was now in hospital, unconscious but stable, with a broken jaw, nose and eye socket and a ruptured testicle. Victoria fought inside herself, stopping the laughter that wanted to shout out. Pete looked at her, thinking she was shivering. "You OK?" he whispered.
Victoria simply nodded, too afraid to open her mouth.
He went on about how David was an excellent student, which by the looks on some of the teacher's faces suggested that this was certainly not the case, and how alcohol, which was found upon his person, was most likely a contributing factor.
This was followed by a security officer officer asking for any witnesses. Victoria scoured the assembled students and could see Neil looking at her fearfully, and kept his mouth shut and stared straight ahead again. 'Good little bitch' she whispered inside.
Afterwards she went back to the staff room and even put a little bit of money in the collection for David, after all she had to keep up the appearance.
Jerry Singleton came over. "Terrible incident about David yesterday." He said, adding a little money himself. He looked around, and whilst keeping his voice low, passed her the flash drive. "Just pop it into the USB slot. It should run automatically. Anything pops up, click OK and after a few minutes, the computer is as good as destroyed."
Victoria palmed the flash drive and mouthed the words "thank you" to him.
As she walked to her class, she felt finally the end was in sight. This would destroy his computer, then it was a case of destroy his phone. She remembered that there was pictures on there of her too. A little distraction should work there. Pull out the memory card and a factory reset. The virus would destroy a backup if there was one on the computer.
After her class, she breathed happily. Her head was clear and she had a purpose. The worst part was to come, and it wasn't long before Michael came calling.
Michael grinned as he walked into her classroom. The other students had left and she looked at him. "Yes Michael? It's not Friday."
The puzzled look on his face said it all, and he had been expecting her to be more afraid than this.. He hadn't finished with her and was obviously had a plan for more.
He closed the door and walked over to her desk, and his smile returned. "You enjoy our little party last Friday?"
Victoria sighed and looked at him. "No Michael, I didn't. You banged me. You banged me several times and your friend sodomised me. Which part was I supposed to enjoy?"
He grinned evilly. "The first time was bang. You seemed to enjoy the rest."
"No, I stopped struggling and let you. I didn't enjoy it."
He shrugged. "Maybe you will on Friday then?"
She looked at him with feigned interest. "Oh, isn't it over then?"
The response obviously wasn't playing to Michael's way. "No." He looked at her quizzically, trying to figure out what was going on. "I'm going to fuck you again."
She looked at him, her blue eyes staring into his. A small little smile played on her lips. "Look, how about a little change? How about, I, fuck you?"
Michael grinned at her. " Oh yeah, I'd love for you to fuck...."
She interrupted him. "Because you're shit at fucking. Your cocks not that big and you just think for a woman you just shove it in and out a few times and they cum."
He blinked at her. His mouth went to say something, but she continued.
"I'll fuck you. I'll ride your little cock, and try and get some fucking pleasure out of it for a change? You've fucked me. Now I fuck you. Got it?"
Michael looked for the words to answer, but instead just nodded.
"When are your parents out again?" She asked, opening her calendar on her phone.
He looked up thinking. "erm...Saturday I think."
She looked at him annoyed. "I don't want think, I want you to know. You got a phone find out!"
He looked aggravated at this switch of power. The plan he had was going to get her in her car, drive out to the woods and bang the shit out of her. Getting his phone out, he called and checked with his parents. They were out for the evening. His father was working away from home, his mother was going to be at her friends until later.
Victoria noted this down. "Good. I'll see you Saturday night, at 8pm. Bye."
He looked at her. "This a trap?"
"What's wrong Michael?" She pouted mockingly. "Are you that insecure that you need to be in control all the time?" She laughed at him. "It's not a trap. I understand that you have control over me, and now I'm just adjusting to the fact that we're going to fuck. I may as well make the most of it. Even with your small cock." She smiled brightly at him.
Michael turned sharply and headed for the door, frustrated.
"Oh Michael?" he paused with his hand on the door. "If you're going to invite your friends this time, can you make sure they have smaller dicks than you? I don't want..." she searched for the right phrase, " a large starter and a small main course?"
Michael stormed out of the classroom, and the door slammed shut behind him. She heard one of the teachers shouting at him for slamming the door.
Victoria started to laugh. For an 18 year old, he was so easy to admonish. She hoped that the last comment would make ensure he was alone, otherwise if he wasn't it could all go wrong. She shook her head, clearing the doubt. She pulled out a laptop and started to search for a few things online. Saturday night she would be free.
Saturday her husband was out, and she withdrew some money and bought a few things for the evening. They had to be in cash. She certainly didn't want her husband finding out. There were the supplies, and also new stockings, a packet of condoms in case she had to fuck Michael and some new lingerie that she could burn afterwards. She wanted no reminders. Dressing in them, she slid into a short thigh high denim miniskirt, before she checked in the mirror and smiled as the stocking tops were on display. Next a black vest top that barely covered the bra, and a leather jacket over the top. Searching through the wardrobe, she pulled on a pair of knee high heeled boots, zipping them up as she slide he stocking feet into them. Then on went the war paint. Expensive stuff, but she had to be make sure everything went to plan. She gave herself a final check in the mirror and approved of herself in a disapproving way.
Victoria arrived at Michael's house at 8:20pm. She parked her car, and could see him standing at the door. With a little laugh, she turned on the interior light and put on some red lipstick, slowly and carefully, noticing him still standing at the door. Another quick check of herself, and she got out of her car and walked to his front door and smiled at him. "Hi" she smiled.
Michael glowered at her. "You're fucking late!"
Her smile remained. "Women are sometimes, get used to it" She pushed past him and into his house.
Michael closed the door and looked at her. She did look good. She always looked good. Tonight though, she looked like wanted to be fucked. He moved up behind her and started to pull up her denim skirt.
Using her elbow, Victoria prised him off her. "You remember the deal? I'm fucking you. Lead the way to your bedroom."
Michael looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on. He knew there was a trap of some kind. He went to the front door and opened it, checking she was alone. There was no back up. He closed the door again, and turned the deadlock.
Victoria laughed. "Oh my God, are you always this paranoid?"
He went past her and led the way to his room.
Victoria followed him into his room. The place was a mess. Clothing and other items strewn on the floor. She looked at the messy bed. He had obviously realised she was coming and had pulled the bedding off. Victoria took off her jacket, before sitting on the bed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a half bottle of vodka.
"Go and get two clean glasses." She ordered.
Michael looked at her, and then went.
She looked near his bed, and there was his computer. She reached over quickly and started it up, making sure the monitor was turned off. Michael returned just as she sat back down. He put the two glasses down, and Victoria poured large shots of vodka in each.
"You had a shower today?" she asked as she wet her lips with the vodka.
"I was thinking about having one afterwards." He replied, not touching the drink.
"Well Michael, if you want me to put that cock in me tonight, I want it cleaned. You want to know how to treat a woman, this is how to start. You start, clean."

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No." Michael said, putting the glass down. "Somethings up."

Victoria sighed. "Look, you're not a nice kid, you're fucked up in the head, but you're not going to get every woman into bed with blackmail. I figure I show you how to treat a woman, then you won't have to bang the next."
Michael glowered at her. 
"Shower!" she commanded "You stink of sweat!"
He went reluctantly. 
Michael went to the shower and stripped. He knew something was up. He turned on the shower, and decided to see what she was up to. The thing about the bath and shower room in his house, was that his parents had a separate door to it. He sneaked through their door, and quietly went to see. 
He looked around the corner of the door, and noticed that she seemed to be trying to turn on his computer. He grinned to himself. She was obviously after the pictures but she'd have not luck getting them as they were in an encrypted folder on the slave drive.
He watched as she sat back on the bed and then turned the monitor on.
She looked at the screen. "Fuck!"
He grinned as it must be showing her the Windows log on screen and the words "Michael" and "Password".
Michael stood in the doorway. "Busy?"
Victoria jumped at him being there. "Erm, no I was just going to have a quick look at the internet whilst you showered."
Michael walked in and turned the computer back off. "I'll just shower. You can take that skirt and top off." He grinned at her leather boots. "Leave those boots on." 
Victoria tried to think. She needed the password and that bastard wouldn't just give it to her. She pulled a small water bottle out of her jacket. Taking her vodka glass she poured the contents into his, before she filled hers with water and drank some of that. She was going to have to hope that Plan B worked instead. Victoria breathed out nervously and unfastened her skirt, before taking off her top. She took out the packet of condoms and placed them at the side of the bed, and waited for Michael.
Michael came back into the room, still slightly damp from the shower and grinned at his teacher sat on his bed, waiting for him. 
"So you're going to fuck me tonight? Show me how to treat a woman?" he asked walking over to the bed.
Victoria simply nodded and swigged some more of her glass. She shuddered at the taste. Michael nodded and reached down to the computer and turned it on.
"If it's a learning exercise, best I record it."
Michael tapped on the keyboard and logged in. He clicked a few keys then sat on the side of the bed, next to her. "So Miss, what's the first lesson?"
She did not answer. Obviously, the idea of just coming, getting to his computer and deleting the files was her plan. He had his own plan to follow.
Michael pushed her back onto the bed. "You know what? I think I'll just fuck you instead."
Victoria started to struggle against him, "No, I said I was fucking you." She tried to push him off her as he moved on top. "Get off! You're not fucking me!"
Michael grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. "We've got all night for lessons." He rammed her wrists against the head of the bed. "Now fucking behave!"
Victoria lay there, looking up at him, her heart beating fast. 'Bide your time' she told herself and let him hold her wrists there. His mouth moved to her neck and began kissing at it. She could feel his cock, hard against her body. One of his hands moved off her wrists. Michael tried to kiss her and she turned her face, trying not to let him. Michael's free hand found what it was looking for.
Victoria felt something wrapping around her wrists and tried to move her hands back. There was a cable ties around them and when she pulled, they tightened.
Michael grinned down at her as she tried to free her wrists. "You really pissed me off today when you started going on about me having a small dick." 
Victoria tried to get out from under him. "Michael, release me. Now!"
He didn't. His hand instead went down to her panties and slid down into the front of them. "What's the problem? You knew you were coming here to get fucked." His fingers moved onto her pussy and began roughly to maul her. "Afterwards, you can show me what you wanted to. He pushed two of his fingers into her making her wince.
He laughed and pulled his hand out. "You know what, I had my own plan, because I knew you wasn't coming her to just fuck me. So I told everyone I knew that I was going to be fucking someone special tonight, and set up a channel for them to view it." He turned back to the computer and typed a few commands in. The words 'connecting' came up. Michael grinned at Victoria. Everyone will know that you're nothing more than just a few holes to fuck."
He grabbed the sides of her panties and began yanking them down her legs. 
Victoria had lost. She wasn't going to go out crying, screaming or begging. She brought her knees up and spread her stocking legs. She looked at Michael with disdain. "Look, if you're going to fuck me, just get on with it." 
Michael got on the bed, gripped her boots, flipping her face down. He sat on the back of one of her thighs, using his legs to keep hers spread. He spat on his fingers and pushed them between the cheeks of her ass. He grinned when he saw her react. She may have got used to being fucked by him in the pussy, but her ass was still waiting for him. He spat on his fingers and added more. "Hey, I thought you were going to fuck my pussy?"
"No, when they log on tonight, the first thing they're going to see is Mrs Salley being fucked in the ass." He lowered his body, pressing the head of his cock down.
"Look, just fuck me in the pussy, that's what you're good at. That's what you wanted." He could hear the fear in her voice.
The head pushed up against her saliva covered little hole and he began to push. Victoria opened her mouth, and bit down hard on the pillow as she felt him driving his way slowly in. All that came out, was a whimper. 
Michael pulled back and rammed in harder, making her whimper again. He wanted more than that for his audience, and started to hammer into her ass.
He reached over, gripping her hair and pulling up her head as he pounded into her, but she kept her teeth gripping on the pillow, letting out nothing more than a whine. 
Victoria felt the pain in her ass and head where she was being tortured. She kept her teeth gritted on his pillow, her jaw aching. Then she felt him cum, the cock spasmed in her backside, and she finally let the pillow drop from her mouth, gasping in air. She felt him collapse on her back, breathing heavily, and finally let go of her hair.
Michael breathed heavily and slid his softening cock from her ass. "Guys, that's Mrs Salley I was fucking, out art teacher. She's got an amazing ass on her and I've just fucked it. I'm getting a drink and then it's time to go to work on her cunt." He looked over at the monitor, grinning. The screen was black, with a single command prompt, blinking away. "What the fuck?" He reached down and turned it off and on again. The command prompt returned. He tried again, and nothing more. 
Victoria lifted her head and looked at the screen. The virus had worked. She watched as Michael tried various things, and it wasn't until he pulled the computer out, that he found the flash drive stuck in a rear port. He pulled it out and showed it to her. "What the fuck is this?"
"Looks like a flash drive" she said innocently. "You going to untie me now?"
"What the fuck was on it?" Michael demanded.
"No idea. It's not even mine." 
Michael studied her for a moment. "You fucking bitch. You killed my computer."
Victoria looked at him and smiled.
Michael felt rage rising up in him. The fucking bitch. She ruined his computer that had cost him a fortune. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the gallery. He had the pictures of her still, sucking his cock. He'd send it to everyone, and they'd know he was telling the truth. In a moment, he'd send fresh pictures of fucking her pussy. He was about to, then changed his mind. 
She ruined something of his, he'd ruin her. 
Victoria tried the bindings again, pulling herself up the bed a little. Examining them, she could see that he had secured her properly. The plastic ties around the metal bed frame. She tried pulling, but they refused to give. Turning to Michael, she saw him texting on his phone.
"What are you doing Michael?"
He laughed. "Having a little party. Tell me Victoria, how much cock do you think you can handle?"
This was getting out of hand. "Michael, untie me now."
"You fucked up my computer. That's fucking top of the range. Within the hour, There will be twenty to thirty cocks, all waiting to try one of your holes, and I'm going to charge each of them."
She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "Please, Michael, I'll buy you a new computer. You don't have to do this!"
"Too late you bitch, I've sent the messages. You should have just let me fuck you."
He laughed at her and sat on the side of the bed. 
"Please! I can't handle that many. Please! I'll do whatever you want. Anything! Michael please!" 
He sat there looking at her, the fear finally back in her eyes. He wouldn't know what they would do to her. Pussy, ass, mouth, two at once, three at once. He'd seen some fucked up shit on the internet including a picture of two cocks being forced into a pussy. He grabbed his drink and swigged some of it, then some more. If the picture was correct, then she could take on six at once. He swigged the last of the vodka from the glass and grinned at Victoria. 
Victoria rolled over onto her back. "You going to fuck me before they arrive? Their cocks will ruin my pussy." Michael put the glass down and climbed back onto the bed. 
"One last fuck?" he laughed. "Yeah, why not?"
He moved between her thighs, kneeling there, stroking his cock. Looking at her.
The cock wouldn't harden. He tried stroking it more. He tried to think of the six cocks being pushed into her, tried to concentrate on the sound that would come from her. He looked down at her, and fell off the bed. 
Victoria looked at where he fell. He just lay there and groaned. She had an hour, maybe less. A lot less depending on what he had said in that text. Pulling herself up the bed again, she checked how the bindings were fastened. The bindings themselves were secure. She looked down to what they were looped around and saw that it was a metal bed frame. Gripping the sides of the cable tie, she worked it back and forth quickly. It grated along the beam, but slowly the rough edges worked their way through. 
She sat up, and nursed her aching hands and wrists. Michael was still on the floor, but now the drugs were fully in his system, and he was completely passed out.
She smiled at Michael's body. "My turn."
Getting dressed, she went to her car and retrieved some of the other supplies. Before she left his house, she made sure that she had retrieved the bottle, flushing its drugged contents, the condoms, the flash drive and of course, Michael's phone. She took the battery out, so that it was useless for now. The last thing she took, was Michael.
It was over an hour later, and Victoria was sat in her car. She was in a park that she'd heard about. Not the type of park that she would want to be in at this time of night, so the doors were locked securely, and just to be extra safe, they keys were in the ignition and she could drive off in a less than two seconds. There was a little bit of movement outside. She leaned forward and turned on the car's safety dash cam that her husband had insisted on installing. The camera realised it was night, and swapped to infrared. Now it could see Michael. He was naked still, but was now bent over a bench, his feet and arms spread wide. In his mouth was a ball gag. The camera recorded all this. It didn't record Victoria opening the glove box and retrieving a bottle of fruit juice and small bag of assorted chocolates. It didn't notice that she turned on the radio slightly for a few old 80s disco hits which she hummed along to. It did record the two men who found Michael, and it did record everything they did to him. Victoria grimaced in disgust, but only when she bit into the orange flavoured chocolates. She didn't like the orange flavoured ones.
Epilogue
Victoria sat in her office on the Wednesday of the final week of term, and the sky was the type of blue that could only be described as royal. She sat in her office, relaxing with her shoes off.
Everything had gone so well. She had changed her clothes in a service station, dumping the clothes in a donation bin. Getting home, she had kissed her husband and apologised for everything, blaming it all on the stress from work . She took him for breakfast, and he took her in the back seat straight after. No-one had seen the live stream of Michaels. It had never connected and everyone had called him a bullshitter. Those that had received the text message, only a couple had turned up to find no-one home.
There was a knock on the classroom door. "Who is it?" she called out pleasantly.
A pause followed by "Michael" 
She grinned to herself. "Come in Michael."
He came in, his eyes downcast and closed the door behind him. "And what can I do for Michael today?"
Michael wouldn't raise his head, and just stared at the floor. "...wanted to apologise Miss."
Victoria sighed. "Michael, I can not hear a word you are mumbling. Speak up."
He took a deep breath. "I came to apologise Miss."
She regarded him, he looked so broken, but there was no pity for him in her heart.
"Apology not accepted." His head stared at the floor more intently. "I have your phone. Sadly, it seems to have got wiped and the memory hard has been removed."
She placed it on the desk for him. "If I even see you again Michael, I'll release that video of you and your 'new' friends onto the internet. You understand me?"
Michael nodded. "Y..yes Miss." 
"Now pick up your phone and leave."
Michael walked over to her desk, and saw Neil crouched underneath it. He looked up at Michael and blinked at him. He wanted to ask what was going on, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He took the phone and walked out. 
Victoria looked under the desk at Neil. "How are you doing under there? Let me see." She lifted her foot and looked at the careful paintjob Neil had performed on her toes. Victoria smiled at him. "Wonderful job Neil. You do the other foot like that, and I'll let you have one of my stockings."
Neil nodded and smiled enthusiastically. "Yes Miss."


The End