The price of Education

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin wanted to refuse, to shout and scream in protest, to reassert herself, her independence, her right to choose who to fuck and suck and when. But those photos were very incriminating. And yes, it was obviously her naked, obviously on the island because of the unique setting, obviously undressing in front of a crowd, and obviously not being forced. Not physically, at least. And her decision made in the heat of the moment to own the situation and give herself a measure of control made it look in the photos like she was a willing participant. An unscrupulous person could even spin the story to say that it had all been Erin's idea and that the photographs showed that. And the photos were certainly in the hands of a very unscrupulous person.

But why should they be? Erin tugged at the free end of the belt between her naked breasts, tightening the loop to a snug fit around her neck.

"I want copies of all the photos!" she demanded, standing defiantly and trying to stare down Mr. Batard. It was like she was trying to wrest a little victory from the disaster, a gesture of resistance before she sank to her knees to enjoy her first taste of cock in too long. No, not enjoy! Why did she keep using the wrong words? She'd been doing it all night, it seemed. But wrong word or not, it didn't change anything. What was about to happen was inevitable, but maybe she could secure a petty win on the way.

 

[cgraven]

Batard could see the play of emotions as the young teacher saw the series of pictures, that one could paint as her being a willing participant, and not being physically forced to perform her seductive striptease. Oh! How he loved these little moment when the girls realized that they had no choice but to yield to his demands, now it was Miss Erin Nicely’ s turn to submit to his will.



Erin tugged at the free end of the belt between her naked breasts, tightening the loop to a snug fit around her neck. Umm so this was not the first time that Erin had a collar around her slender neck. Duncan wondered just now submissive Erin really was, and the tantalizing thought at how experienced she really was in the world of BDSM.



"I want copies of all the photos!" The gorgeous young teacher demanded. Erin stood defiantly in an effort to stare him down, perhaps to shift the balance of power more in her favor. Duncan Batard met Erin’s stern eyes with an unblinking gaze that silently told the young teacher to drop to her knees.


“So, you want copies of the pictures Erin………….” He let a silence hang between him and the young teacher. “…………….Well, my dear that will depend on how good you preform your………….little tasks Erin.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin stood firm. Literally. On her feet. She knew full well what Mr. Batard wanted of her, from her, and the photographs were a tool she couldn't fight against. But she could get her own way on something. And would.

She wanted those pictures.

"Not until you send those pictures to my phone!"

Her phone was within easy reach and she picked it up, giving Mr. Batard a meaningful look. Nothing further was going to happen until she got those pictures. Suddenly, it had become incredibly important.

 

[cgraven]

"Not until you send those pictures to my phone!" Erin demanded. Batard could end this debate by simply taking what he wanted, in the end what could Erin really do to prevent it. Oh, she could fight him yet there was a certain appeal in bending the stunning young teacher physically to his will. And he had to admit that he rather enjoyed Erin’s fiery spirit and the sweet taste of her submission would bring. He could see that Erin’s smart phone was in easy reach of the young teacher.



“Very well Erin………….” Again, a wicked smile bowed Duncan Batard’s lips. “………….You will spent the rest of the night pleasing me with your gorgeous young body and your fertile imagination Erin.” Batard forward the series of pictures, of young Erin’s public striptease, to the young teachers phone. “There its done my dear. Now on your knees Erin!”



Duncan Batard grabbed the loose end of the belt that was looped around Erin’s neck and gave it a sharp tug to emphases his demands of her. Duncan looked forward to taking and bending the gorgeous Miss Erin Nicely to his desires and will.



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A man hid in the bushes as he watched Erin slide Batard’s coat from her shoulders to stand before the principal naked.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Despite the sharp tug on her leash, Erin was able to reach her phone and check that Mr. Batard had indeed sent her copies of those incriminating photos, and she felt a warm glow at the prospect of reviewing them later when she was finally on her own.

She was well aware that he had his own copies, probably safely stored on a computer already so that there would be no chance of anyone deleting them. But the whole town had seen her naked on stage, had seen her appear to cooperate with being stripped naked ad having her clothing auctioned off, so there would be no denying that it had happened, even if the pictures somehow disappeared. Which wasn't going to happen.

At another tug, Erin put aside her phone and sank to her knees as required. There was little she could do but comply, and it crossed her mind that her occasional bursts of defiance satisfied both of them. Her need to convince herself that she was resisting, and possibly his desire to feel that he was taming and overcoming her.

Whatever the psychology, far from being put off by her little show of assertiveness, Mr.Batard seemed to thrive on it.

Knowing what he wanted, and partly in recognition that he had given her what she wanted, Erin parted her lips and slid them over the swollen and very hard cock pointing at her face. As the penis slid into her warm, soft mouth he couldn't help let out a soft moan. It had been too long since she'd last had this. And in spite of the circumstances, she hoped to make the most of it.

 

[cgraven]

Despite the sharp tug on her leash, Erin surveyed the pictures on her phone before sinking to her knees. Was that a shy little smile that bower her moist ripe lips? There was a natural sensual grace to the young teacher movements. Duncan Batard could not help but think that this is where Erin was meant to be, on her knees waiting to please a man. Batard had to admit that he enjoyed the young teacher little outburst of spirit, the way her cheeks flushed crimson with her emotion, damn but she was gorgeous.



Duncan’s was brought back to the presence when his cock brushed Erin’s warm soft lips. He rested a hand on the stunning young beauty’s head, his fingers running through her dark silken hair. Batard smiled as Erin parted her lips and slid them over the swollen and very hard cock dancing before her eyes. As his cock slid between Erin’s full ripe lips into her warm, soft mouth, the young beauty let out a soft moan. It seemed that this was not the first time that Erin had been on her knees before a man.



Duncan Batard fingers in Erin’s hair encouraged her to take more and more of his shaft into her warm sweet mouth. He loved the sight of her head bobbing up and down the length of his cock. He could feel his body gathering in on itself then the sudden gush, as he filled Erin’s mouth with his scalding white cum. Yet he was still hard and had not slacken his pace as he continued to fuck the young naïve teacher’s angelic face.



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“CLICK” the shutter of the camera whispered as the unseen viewer caught the moment of Erin’s surrender to her fate on film. Oh, it may be old fashion to use a camera now days but the result, the clarity of the photo was well worth it.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She knew that Mr. Batard would cum, or at least assumed that he would, but he spurted straight into her mouth and didn't stop thrusting. He seemed to take an age for him to stop cumming, too. There was just so much of it, filling her mouth to overflowing and being pumped out the corners of her lips by the uninterrupted face-fucking.

She did her best to swallow what she could, but there was simply too much and rivulets of fresh semen ran down the sides of her chin to drip onto her naked breasts and legs. She could feel it.

And he just kept fucking her mouth, his hand in her hair keeping her on task, almost using her face as a masturbation tool. Erin had assumed initially that Mr. Batard would want a quick preliminary suck and then a fuck where he would dump his load and go. It seemed that she was mistaken, and he was going to last two cums before she was left on her own.

While keeping up her best efforts to make him cum a second time and leave her in peace, her mind drifted again to those photos of her on stage, being stripped and exhibited. She should have been scandalised, shocked, horrified, offended, angry. She was, of course, obviously, without a doubt, no question. And yet something deep in her belly wasn't so sure.

It was becoming difficult to understand.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard loved the feel as the young teacher sucked his cock. Erin was no stranger to the art of oral satisfaction, and he had to admit that this young beauty had a very talented tongue. When he came for the first time Erin did her best to swallow what she could, but there was simply too much, and rivulets of fresh semen ran down the sides of her chin to drip onto her naked breasts and legs.



The young brunette teacher was struggling as he kept cuming as he fucked her angelic face, still. Batard’s fingers’ curled tighter into Erin’s hair, kept her pretty little head, her sweetly “O”ed lips, bobbing up and down the shaft of his cock as he demanded entry into Erin’s tight little throat. While Erin kept up her best efforts to make him cum a second time and then perhaps leave her in peace, yet it soon appeared as he came a second time that he was far from through with her.



Batard tossed Erin a dish towel from the Kitchen. “Clean yourself up Erin………” The young teacher was still kneeling. Duncan waited for Erin to do as she was told. The more that he was with her the more convinced he was that Miss Erin Nicely was a submissive by nature. He then drew the young beauty to her feet by the looped belt around Erin’s slender neck. He led her to the center of the room and he laid down, dragging Erin down as well by her makeshift collar and leash. “………………Straddle me Erin I want to watch you as I fuck you.”



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The unseen photographer captured every moment of Erin’s performance on film.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

What could she do?

At least she wasn't still drizzled in Mr. Batard's semen. How had he managed to cum so much that second time? With her mouth already overflowing from his first ejaculation, the second one had just spilled all down her breasts and belly and legs and taken a lot of wiping. That dish towel wouldn't be fit for anything else now that it was soaked in sperm. She should wash it and then throw it away. She would. Though she might just first take it up to her bedroom once she was alone, inhale its scent, taste it. Obviously, she wouldn't actually do that. It would be disgusting, depraved, obscene. Obviously.

Erin allowed herself to be pulled down by her leash into the cowgirl position. She was fairly sure it was called that. And from what Mr. Batard had said earlier he liked this position to fuck so he could watch her tits jiggle and play with them. But would he be able to cum a third time? So soon? And if he did, where would he want it? He hadn't taken any kinky enjoyment from seeing his spunk slathering her face and tits, so maybe he just liked it inside a girl.

He did seem to like the leash, though, and squatting over him ready to sink down onto his still-hard erection, Erin pulled against the belt to force him to tighten its hold around her neck. She wanted him to force himself inside her, and she wanted him to pull the belt tighter. Well, not that she actually wanted it. It was all about resisting. Yes. She was definitely resisting.

He would need to make her do it. Command her.

 

[cgraven]

There was no longer a doubt in Duncan Batard’s mind that Miss Erin Nicely, West Port's gorgeous young teacher, was a submissive. Erin allowed herself to be pulled down by her leash to straddle him, her sweet little pussy now posed over his ridged erection. The tip of his cock just brushing her coral pink folds. Erin then hesitated, she straitened her back, all most in defiance, yet the posture she assumed thrust her firm young breasts up and out, more in temptation then in offering them to Batard. It was almost if Erin was tempting him to use the improvised collar and leash to force her to submit to his will. Duncan Batard smiled so the little tease wanted to be forced.



Batard drew the collar around Erin’s neck tighter as he slowly drew the gorgeous young teacher down onto his cock. He smiled up into Erin’s smoldering eyes as her own weight now began to force her down on to his cock until the young beauty was fully impaled onto his erection. Batard ground his hips and groin to Erin’s tight pussy. “Umm Miss Nicely your pussy is so sweetly tight, babe now ride my cock.” Batard gave Erin's firm derriere a swat to encourage her. His hands slid up the sensual curves of her torso to cup her breasts, and his thumbs rolled her pale rosebud nipples under his thumbs. “Lean Back Miss Nicely place your hands on my thighs, I want to see your tits giggle as I fuck you.”



Batard had already cum twice in Erin’s sweet chaste mouth, it would take some time and some hard fucking of this gorgeous young creature for he to cum again. He met each of Erin’s descending plunges with powerful upward thrust as he began to fuck the young teacher fast and hard. As he fucked Erin, Duncan kept her collar pulled tight. When he felt that he was about to cum for the third time he pulled from Erin’s sweet tight pussy to spew his seed over her flat abdomen, and her firm breasts. Then he plunged back into Erin’s pussy as he fucked her once more.



Erin was in for a long night satisfying Duncan Batard’s amazing sexual endurance and appetites. He played her stunning young body as if it were a fine instrument and he was the Master of It. He used her makeshift collar and leash to heighten his demands of Erin, as a jockey uses a frisky mare’s reins to direct her movements, and his had come down on her firm little derrière to encourage the gorgeous young teacher as a jockey uses his riding crop.


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The unsee photographer caught every sensual moment of Erin’s sexual performance.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh, what a fuck!

Erin lost track of time as she rode Mr. Batard like she was the cowgirl on the bucking bronco; no, the fucking bronco. She was riding a fucking bronco. He knew what he was doing and before realising the significance of her surrender was soon cooperating with his every wish and instruction.

She rode him while he fucked her. Fucked her, cummed, and fucked even more. It was the fuck of her life. She would regret it the next day, she would be sore, nipples bruised, her thighs would be in agony, but she could rejoice in knowing that she hadn't had a choice. She was still a respectable teacher who had been forced to do things and had resisted and bravely endured. She was the tragic heroine of her own drama, the victim. Fucked, orally abused, stripped, exhibited. All her fantasies cumming together. She had lost track of how many mini-orgasms she'd enjoyed and her naked body glistened from her enthusiastic exertions, her own hands tugging the collar tighter when they weren't obeying his commands.

She rode him until it was all she could remember, his erection buried deep in her body, her vagina gripping and milking him, drawing him as deep as she could, her breasts thrust against his demanding hands, nipples hungry for his attention.

It was the best fuck of her young life.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard reveled in young Erin surrender becoming a more than willing participant in her own forced rape. Each moan, each sensual gasp, and each seductive sigh that bubbled from her moist ripe lips pleased him. The longer Duncan fucked this adorable young teacher, the more her submissive nature was evident. She eagerly followed each of his commands, and Erin’s own hands tugging the collar tighter when they weren't obeying his commands quickly enough.



Erin had been fucked, orally abused, stripped, exhibited this evening. The more that had been demanded of her, the more she was forced, it seemed the more that Erin became aroused. This thought played at the edge of Batard’s mind when the young teacher collapsed onto his chest, her hair in wild disarrayed, her gorgeous young body glistening in a fine sheen of sweat, spent and exhausted from her enthusiastic exertions, and yet her still hungry little pussy continued gripping and milking him, drawing him as deep as she could into her chaste young body, her firm young breasts crushed to his chest.



“You were marvelous Erin!” Batard complemented the young teacher. He let Erin rest on his chest and regain her strength, his cock still buried deep within her. The glow of the morning sun’s silvery light caressed the young teacher glorious naked body as she lay on Batard’s chest. his semi hard cock still buried deep within her stunning young body. She was enfolded in his arms. “Wake up Erin you need to bathe before school.”



Duncan Batard’s voice came to Erin along with all that had happened the night before. “While you bathe I shall select your clothing for the day.” He rolled to his side and slipped from the warm embrace of Erin’s supple young body. He laid out a short leather mini skirt, a white button down white blouse, and he cut off the top three buttons of the blouse.



“Erin I really recommend you wear the outfit I laid out for you…………I fear I would have to discipline you if you do not…………….or would you like that Miss Nicely.” It was not so much a question as a statement. His dark stormy gaze held the young teacher’s soft soulful eyes.



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The unseen photographer stepped from the bushes down the path from Erin’s cottage. “Did you get the picture?” Duncan Batard asked of Miss Cronkite. “Oh yes Duncan and our little Miss Nicely would be hard pressed to say she was forced.” Duncan smiled soon he would have enough blackmail material to ensure Erin’s cooperation with his plans for her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin hurriedly washed and dressed ready for another day in school.

Except that she was tired, exhausted by a night of sex, of almost non-stop fucking. The best in her life. Her so far short life, but still the best. Not that she would admit it to anyone. She had been coerced, only cooperated under extreme duress. She had no choice. it wasn't her fault. And she had resisted. A lot. Really resisted. She could hold her head up with pride. She'd kept her honour. But it had been an amazing fuck. And not just one. And Mr.Batard could cum. Boy, could he cum. So much of it. And so delicious and thick and creamy, flavour and texture. Not that she wanted it, obviously. But still.

The clothes that Mr. Batard had set out were totally inappropriate for school. The skirt especially. Way too short, and that zipper up the back? It was just asking for trouble. The blouse was acceptable, one of her favourites even though her white bra would show through, but the top three buttons were now missing. Mr. Batard was playing naughty games with her. However, despite knowing it wasn't suitable Erin dressed as directed, as instructed, as commanded, and felt a similar shudder to the night before run through her as she admired the look in her dressing mirror. She looked good. Sexy. Not really like a school Maam.

She greeted the children and the parents dropping them off in the front playground, aware of getting looks from both mums and dads, and began her teaching day as normal. During lunch, she prepared a presentation on her laptop while supervising the children's playtime. She wanted to have a say in how they spent the money raised at the auction, especially since it had cost her her modesty. And now that she had paid for those awful photographs by having sex last night, she hoped to be left alone.

Thinking about the photos, however, had her opening that password-protected folder and scrolling through them again, her first proper look since transferring them from her phone just before school. They really were terrible, shameful, awful, humiliating. And yet, rather good.

Erin closed her laptop with a snap. Time to get back to work.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard was musing over the events of the night before and young Miss Nicely performance, damn but the young teacher could fuck, when Miss Prudence Cronkite stepped onto the path that lead from Erin’s cottage “Did you get the picture?” Duncan Batard asked Miss Cronkite. “Oh yes Duncan and our little Miss Nicely would be hard pressed to say she was forced.” Duncan smiled, soon he would have enough blackmail material to ensure Erin’s cooperation with his plans for her.



From the windows of his office, across the lane from the school, Duncan Batard watched as Erin arrived to start her day as the village schoolteacher. A smile slowly bowed Batard lips as he saw her coming down the lane. The little leather miniskirt scandalously hugged her luscious young body, her prim and proper white button down blouse, which he had cut off the top three buttons, was anything but prim and proper now. Erin’s firm young breasts threatened to spill out of her blouse, the seductive curve of Erin’s breasts was clearly visible, as well as the sweet scent valley between them.



Duncan watched as Erin greeted the children and the parents dropping them off in the front playground. The men could hardly take their eyes off the young redheaded teacher, some even licked their lips, it was not hard to guess what they were fantasizing about. Even some of the mums had the same lust glazed eyes. Duncan wondered if Erin was aware of the looks she was receiving from both mums and dads. Batard saw Erin enter the school to begin her teaching day as normal, as if she had not spent the night being fucked until dawn.



It was time that he put the next part of his plans for Miss Erin Nicely into action. Miss Prudence Cronkite, the school board secretary, in formed Erin that there would be a meeting of the Board to discuss how to spend the money that had been raised by the school fete's auction right after school was dismissed. “If you can give me the outline of your ideas. I can set up a slide presentation for you Erin.”



Prudence collected Erin’s notes at the end of the lunch break. Prudence put together a slide presentation, but it was far from the notes that the young teacher had given her. It was a montage of the auction and Erin’s forced striptease, and Prudence’s own photos of Duncan the young teacher’s performance last night as she was fucked by Batard. Erin’s performance was quite clear, yet the man’s identity was not.



Miss Erin Nicely went from the school directly to the school board meeting. The young teacher did not have a chance to return to her cottage to change into a more modest and professional attire. Duncan was flanked by the three other members school board and Miss Cronkite, who had set up the projector for Erin’s presentation. “Miss Nicely do you think that your skirt is appropriate for a teacher.” Duncan Batard knew well that Erin’s outfit was chosen by himself. “You will kindly remove your skirt now!” The members of the school board thunderously slapped the table in agreement to Batard’s order. All eyes were on the stunning young teacher. Duncan mused would Erin’s strong submissive nature compel her to obey his command. It would mean that Erin would have to give her presentation in just her blouse, hose and heels.



Prudence Cronkite could hardly wait to see the expression on Erin’s face angelic face when Miss Nicely discover Prudence montage of her sexual activities of last night. The secretary wondered what plans Duncan Batard had for the gorgeous young teacher.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin could hardly believe what she'd just heard. It was like a repeat of the auction night. How dare Mr. Batard suggest that her skirt wasn't appropriate when it was his fault she was wearing it? And to suggest she take it off? No way!

And yet, if she were to say as much, explain to the Board that Mr. Batard himself had told her to wear this same skirt, that would lead to awkward questions about how he was in a position to tell her what to wear, and even worse, why she would do as he said.

Do as he said. Was he still holding over her those photos from her stage strip as a kind of leverage? Was that what he was doing now? And looking in appeal to the Board members, even the Secretary Miss Cronkite, a woman like her who should have been showing solidarity with the teacher, it was pretty clear where their sympathies lay. They unanimously wanted the skirt off, now that Mr. Batard had suggested it.

Suggested? It was an instruction, an order, a command. They appeared to be getting impatient at her hesitation, though Mr. Batard seemed to have a mildly amused look of curiosity on his face, as if he knew what was likely to happen and wanted to see if he was correct. As if he was reading her. As if he knew her, and anticipated her hesitation but was confident of her compliance, her obedience. As if he imagined that she enjoyed this, relished being made to obey, relished being exposed, relished being the centre of attention. Perhaps she was mistaken. And in any case, no way did she want this.Not at all. Not even a little, tiny bit. She looked for his phone and was mildly disappointed that he wasn't going to take pictures of this. Relieved. Relieved that he wasn't going to take pictures of this. That's what she meant.

But those earlier photos. She didn't really have a choice, did she?

Reaching behind, Erin unzipped the short tight leather skirt and let it fall to the floor. In her white blouse, holdup nylons, heels and white lacy thong, Miss Nicely began her presentation, introducing her outline of ideas, turning on the first slide.

Her jaw dropped. Instead of the slide she had described in her notes, there was a photo from the auction of her removing her cocktail dress on stage as if it had been her own idea. She quickly went to the next slide which showed her in the french knickers and matching black satin camisole . This was no accident or glitch, as a glance at Miss Cronkite confirmed. Erin had been set up.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard loved the shocked expression on Erin’s angelic face when she was told to remove her skirt. He could almost read her thoughts, how could he……….it was he that told me to wear the shirt. But in the end what choice had she? The board seemed to agree with Batard scandalous demand. All eyes were on the young redheaded teacher as she hesitated before complied with Duncan’s demand. Reaching behind her, Erin unzipped the short tight leather skirt and let it fall to the floor to pool around her trim ankles before stepping out of it. The stunning young beauty tried to hold her head high as she stood before the four men and Miss Cronkite in nothing but her white blouse, nylons, heels, and white lacy thong.



The room fell silent as Erin began her presentation, introducing her outline of ideas, turning on the first slide, a slide that showed a photo from the auction of her removing her cocktail dress on stage as if it had been her own idea. Duncan smiled as Erin quickly click for the next slide, this one showed her in the French knickers and then one of Erin in her black satin camisole. It became clear to Erin that she had been betrayed, set up by Miss Cronkite.



Miss Cronkite’s betrayal became secondary as a burly member of the school board smiled, and in a gruff voice commented, “Very nice Miss Nicely, you have a gorgeous figure.” A rugged smile creased his weather beaten face. “Miss Nicely be so kind as to mount the table so we can all get a look at that gorgeous figure of yours………” He had a no nonsense voice that became quite serious as he continued. “……………You may continue to remove your clothing Miss Nicely.



Duncan Batard watched Erin’s predicament. It was true that he started the ball rolling but now others were making outrageous demand of Miss Erin Nicely. Batard knew this would be quite a challenge, even for Erin’s submissive nature. Yet he wondered was there more to Erin than just her natural submissive nature, and her need to be forced to comply? The auction had shown that she enjoyed being the center of attention as she was forced to bear herself in public. He waited to see how the tawny copper haired beauty would react to this latest demand that she should strip naked again in a public setting. As he waited, he wondered what else would the board demand of Erin. Yet whatever they demanded of the young redheaded teacher he was sure that Miss Cronkite would capture each delightful moment of it on film.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The latest suggestion was outrageous, an unacceptable escalation of what Mr. Batard had started. With the connivance, clearly, of Miss Cronkite. Erin's presentation had been sabotaged and her slides would have nothing to do with her school plans and everything to do with her stripping on stage at the auction.

Her dilemma now was how to respond to the big man's demand. She couldn't just give in, stood as she was in the white blouse, holdup nylons, heels, and thong. And only Mr. Batard and Miss Cronkite had those incriminating photos from the public meeting.

"Thank you for your kind words, and that's a very flattering suggestion, Sir, but I really should continue my presentation, I think."

There, Erin felt that she'd dealt with it successfully. A quick glance taking in the full Board confirmed what she had suspected. That the big man was displeased, that the other two Board members were disappointed, that Miss Cronkite couldn't hide her eager anticipation of what else would be revealed on the slides yet to be shown, that Mr. Batard knew exactly what Erin was doing by saying she would carry on the presentation.

"As I was saying," Erin continued, which wasn't quite true because she hadn't exactly started saying anything yet, having wanted to describe her first spending idea to the simultaneous accompaniment of the first slide which turned out instead, of course, to be of her taking off her dress on stage at the auction. And the second slide of her in her underwear had prompted the big man to tell her to strip while standing on the table. But pretending that she expected her remaining slides to be those of her original presentation, she clicked on the third slide.

Sure enough, to the unabashed amusement of Miss Cronkite and the knowing approval of Mr. Batard, it showed Erin without her bra. Topless. Tits on show. Looking rather good, though Erin did her best to act flustered. As if in a panic, Erin went through the next few slides, thumb hammering in rapid-fire although the slides themselves took a good few seconds to change from each one to the next. Because for every one time her thumb pressed the remote to skip to the next slide, many more tumb presses deliberately missed. But probably only Miss Cronkite would know that Erin was choosing to slow down the slide show, enough to let everyone get a good look at her stage performance.

The three unsuspecting members of the Board were no longer quite as disappointed.

And then it was Erin's turn to be surprised. When she clicked on what should have been a blank slide, after the fully nude image of her receiving the flowers in just her heels, tits and bush nicely framed and on display, there instead was a picture of her naked, on her knees in front of an anonymous man, belt around her neck like a collar. She clicked to next hoping for the blank she sought, but it was another compromising picture, her sucking the man off. Her face clear and identifiable with a man's erection in her mouth. And it didn't look forced or coerced. She had been set up yet again.

And yet, that feeling in her tummy was growling again, insisting that she go through all the slides. And she did, turning bright red at sharing such intimate pictures of herself with almost complete strangers.

When the slideshow was done there was silence except for the computer fan. Miss Cronkite looked pleased with her work. Mr. Batard looked satisfied as if he had made plans and they had all come together. Two members of the Board looked excited. The big man looked quietly determined, as if he wouldn't be refused a second time.

Erin put down the remote and awaited her fate, hands neatly clasped in front of her.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard slowly stroked his chin as Miss Cronkite’s betrayal played out. Mr. Logan commented “Very nice Miss Nicely, you have a gorgeous figure.” After the next two scandalous slides Logan then demanded “Miss Nicely be so kind as to mount the table so we can all get a look at that gorgeous figure of yours………” He became quite serious as he continued. “……………You may continue to remove your clothing Miss Nicely.” Batard could see that Erin was desperate to regain some control of the situation, yet he felt that not enough pressure had been applied to the young teacher yet. "Thank you for your kind words, and that's a very flattering suggestion, Sir, but I really should continue my presentation, I think."



As Erin continued with her presentation and the extent of Miss Cronkite’ betrayal be came evident with each new slide. The montage that Prudence had set up showed Miss Erin Nicely’s sensual striptease of last night’s Promise Auction. With each new slide Erin’s blush became deeper till her cheeks were scarlet. The only bright spot for Erin was that the three unsuspecting members of the Board were no longer quite as disappointed that she had not mounted the table.



Batard knew what was coming and he watched Erin’s world fall in around her as the next slide, the one of her standing naked in only in her heels and the flowers presentation would be the last. As she clicked for what had to be the last slide Erin saw instead a picture of her naked, on her knees in front of an anonymous man, belt around her neck like a collar. Erin clicked to next hoping for the blank she sought, but it was another compromising picture, her sucking the man off. As if she was in a trance Erin kept clicking slide after scandalous slide till at last she found the blank.



Mr. Logan stood as did the other two board members at the end of the slid presentation. Logan’s massive hands encircled Erin’s trim waist, other men supported her arms as three of them lifted Erin up on to the table. “Now don’t be shy Miss Nicely we know from your presentation that you are hardly shy young lady………….Remove your clothing now Miss Nicely………or do you need our assistance!” Logan dark soulless eyes captured Erin’s soft young eyes in his unblinking gaze. As he issued his ultimatum his rough calloused hand ran up the calve of Erin’s shapely leg.



Batard watched as the board members placed Erin on her make shift stage. The young redheaded teacher had talked her way out of her predicament once, but after seeing the slides of Erin’s performance at her cottage last night, a collar around her slender throat, it would be unlikely she would be able to do so again.



The young teacher seemed to hesitate, a hesitation that Batard had seen before. A smile bowed his lips. “Erin I suggest you do as Mr. Logan has requested. The board seems eager that you comply with the request.” Erin had been betrayed and set up. What choice did the young teacher have? These were the men that controlled her future as a teacher, and there was the matter of her student loans. Miss Erin Nicely need this teaching position.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Her fate, it seemed, was decided.

She couldn't fight them. Physically, they could overpower her with almost no effort. Psychologically, they controlled her future career and were now convinced that she was a willing participant in the whole degrading situation. Every attempt that she had made to salvage some semblance of honour, dignity, self-determination, had just got her deeper in the hole that Mr.Batard and Miss Cronkite had dug for her.

What could she do? They now had two sets of photographs with which to coerce her. Thankfully there were no pictures of today's spectacle. Erin had kept looking toward Mr. Batard to see if he was taking yet more pictures but no, he was simply observing and prompting where necessary. Erin forgot to check what Miss Cronkite was up to.

So in a sort of deja-vu, Erin found herself on a form of stage, the conference table, already half undressed and under orders to complete the process and strip naked for her select audience. They had demanded it, they clearly wanted it, they were obviously going to get it whether she stripped herself or made them do it for her.

Probably better that she do it herself.

And so, she did. Strip. First, she undid the remaining buttons on her white blouse, then the white lacy bra came off to fall on top of the discarded blouse, then she slid the thong over her hips and down, stepping daintily out of it. Naked apart from holdup nylons and heels. She didn't bother trying to cover herself, it would be pointless, she just stood there under the scrutiny of the three men, witnessed by Mr. Batard and by his co-conspirator, Miss Cronkite.

Erin felt almost more naked in the holdups and heels than if she'd taken them off, and tried to tell herself that this was an act of petty defiance, that she wasn't truly naked as they had demanded, that it wasn't because she felt sexier, that it wasn't a turn-on, that she didn't like it. She didn't like it at all, was squirming inside from embarrassment, a squirming that made her nipples pucker to hard, pointy nubs, and her pussy get moist to the point where she could feel the currents of air in the room on her damp folds. And her shallow panting was surely a sense of trepidation, not of arousal.

And yet, one glance at Mr. Batard had her convinced that he could read her, that he knew the truth.

"Whatever you have planned, I won't comply! You'll have to tie me up first!" She had meant it to sound like a threat almost, a rebellious resistance against their agenda. So why did it sound to her more like a request? An image flashed through her mind of the fixings in the cottage that she had supposed were for motorcycle maintenance. Had they just inspired her latest outburst? Was she imagining them being used for another, more erotic purpose? Even worse, was she asking in front of Mr. Batard for a reason?

It was too late to take back her words or even restate them in a more convincing manner. Erin had a feeling that she had just made things worse.

 

[cgraven]

Even as Erin hesitated Duncan Batard had no doubt that the gorgeous young teacher would do exactly what was being demanded of her. He could smell the first hint of her arousal as it played at the edge of his senses. The stunning little redhead’s delicate fingers went the remaining buttons of her white blouse. The discarded garment fluttered to the table top. Duncan loved the sensual fluid motions of the young redhead’s movements as she stripped for the board’s members. In the end Miss Erin Nicely stood naked before them in nothing but her heels and thigh high nylons. Erin’s nipples were pucker to hard, pointy nubs, and her pussy was moist, her damp folds glistening with her arousal. Her breathing a shallow panting, that told Batard of her true feelings.



Erin, with the light of the late afternoon bathing her stunning naked body. The young teacher gathered what modesty and determination she could muster and declared, "Whatever you have planned, I won't comply! You'll have to tie me up first!"



“I don’t think that will really be necessary Miss Nicely.” Logan replied……… I would like to go over the last couple of points of your presentation.” The board members helped Erin down from her make shift stage. The young teacher soon found herself the center of attention as Logan and the rest of the men crowded around the naked young beauty. Their hands caressed and groped her gorgeous young body, taking the most indecent liberties with it. “Miss Nicely be so good as to kneel my dear!” Again, Logan’s instructions were not a request but a gruff command. Erin was surrounded the men of the board. No mater where the young teacher turned she was confronted by ridged erect cocks that demanded her sweet attention.



As was her want Miss Cronkite was capturing every moment of Erin’s scandalous predicament and performance. For his part Duncan Batard was letting Erin’s words "Whatever you have planned, I won't comply! You'll have to tie me up first!" play at the edges of his imagination and how he could use the little adaptation to her cottage and shed.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The aroma of naked cock filled her nostrils. She'd never before been presented with more than one at a time, and to have three hard, eager erections bobbing before her face was almost overwhelming, making her almost forget the soreness in her pinched nipples and roughly fingered clitoris.

For a moment she forgot her weird predicament of coercion and allowed her senses to be filled with the pleasure of being desired. It was giddy stuff, and was reflected in the expression on her face.

But they had seen the photos from the cottage, they knew she sucked cock, they had evidence to control her. What choice did she have?

Erin reached out with both hands to grasp the two outer cocks and slipped the middle one straight between her lips and let it rest on her tongue. Then pushing forward and back she fellated the cock she was sucking and masturbated the other two. For just a minute or so. Time to change. She pulled off the middle cock, sucked in the left one, and started jerking the spit-covered middle one. Another minute or so and it was suck the last of the three, wank the other two.

Around and around she went, introducing variations such as wiping the two loose cocks against her cheeks, or in her hair, or against her eyelids, always careful that they shouldn't touch, backing off slightly if they started to swell even more, her mouth doing its best with tongue and suction and spit and lips. It was the best performance she had ever given, and her first with multiple cocks, and despite hating every moment, obviously, she felt proud of herself. The final challenge was to see if she could bring them all to the point of ejaculation at the same time. Now that truly would be a proud achievement. A coerced one, of course. Not something she would do out of choice.

It was all forced. And yet she glanced over to Mr. Batard as if seeking his approval. She never noticed what Miss Cronkite was up to.

 

[cgraven]

Erin was kneeling before three of the men of the school board their erect cocks dancing before her angelic face. This time the young brunette teacher did not hesitate. Erin reached out with both hands to grasp the two outer cocks and slipped the middle one straight between her lips. Duncan Batard was pleased with the young teacher’s performance and the giddy expression on her angelic face as her little head bobbed up and down the man’s shaft, as her moist “O”ed lips obscenely around his grith. Duncan admired the way that his stunning young creature would shift from one cock to another while jacking off the other cocks in her hands.



Erin’s performance was magnificent, around and around she went, introducing variations such as she lovingly wiped the two loose cocks against her cheeks, or in her hair, or against her eyelids, backing off slightly if they started to swell even more, her mouth doing its best with tongue and suction and spit and lips. Yet the thing that Duncan Batard noticed most was when Erin glanced over to him as if seeking his approval. Duncan Batard gave the young teacher an approving smile and a nod of his head. He was pleased as Erin managed to get two of the men to cum at once. Their cum splashing against her angelic face, and her high firm breasts. Leaving Erin to finish off the last man.



The hour was late as the day faded into evening. Mr. Logan looked down at the exhausted young teacher and smiled. “Miss Nicely I must say I really enjoyed your active and sensually pleasing presentation my dear.” The three men lift leaving the naked young teacher with Batard. Duncan Batard came to Erin were she lay covered with the men’s spent seed. He wiped the cum from her face and hair. He wiped her firm young breasts clean while at the same time teasing, and exciting her puckered, peaked nipples.



Batard let a week pass before he decided that Miss Erin Nicely should entertain another visit form him. This time he brought Miss Cronkite with him. He knocked at Erin’s cottage door. “Evening Erin we have come to share your latest photos with you”. Miss Cronkite spread the photos of Erin orally, and apparently eagerly, pleasing the school board members. “The last time I visited you here Erin you were wondering about the little attachments in the cottage, and last week you said "Whatever you have planned, I won't comply! You'll have to tie me up first!" I think that is a wonderful Idea Miss Nicely!”



Erin could not help but notice the shift in Batard’s form of address from Erin to Miss Nicely. “Shall we go to your shed and select a collar for you and some ropes to bind you my dear Miss Nicely.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin was nervous. They wanted to tie her up? As if it was her idea? Had she even said what Mr. Batard quoted? It had been a whole week ago, and while she distinctly remembered sucking off three cocks, sucking off the Board members, no pun intended though she did smile, she didn't recall asking to be tied up.

She pulled her pale green cardigan sweater closer around her over the matching button-front blouse, as the three of them walked to the shed with its weird collection. A collar? One of the dog collars hanging there? She opened to shed door and switched on the light, stepping back out of the way, resigned to doing whatever Mr. Batard ordered. They had so much photo evidence against her now. Stripping on stage in public, fucking and sucking in her cottage, and sucking off three men at the same time. All disgusting, lewd behaviour, unfitting for someone teaching the island's children. She could be barred forever from her chosen career unless she cooperated. And yet each cooperation seemed to drag her deeper under Mr.Batard's influence, deeper into his web.

Erin wanted to tell herself that she hated it, was repulsed by it, but every night since the Board meeting she had masturbated at the recollection of sucking off so many men at the same time, of feeling their hot cum splash her face, at bringing two off simultaneously, of feeling those cocks against her face. At the whole thing being watched. By Mr. Batard. An approving Mr. Batard. Why did his approval matter?

Smoothing her medium-length brown skirt against her legs as she waited for Mr. Batard and Miss Cronkite to make their selections, and to wonder why she was now being addressed formally as Miss Nicely, rather than the more familiar Erin.

It was time to return to the cottage.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard along with Miss Cronkite entered Erin’s cottage. Duncan noticed that the young teacher had not changed sense coming in from school. Miss Cronkite wasted no time in spreading out the photos of Erin's performance at the school board meeting. “My but you are a very talented young lady Miss Nicely. Mr. Batard wouldn’t you agree?” Batard smiled remembering the night of his first visit to Erin’s cottage. "Yes, a very talented young Miss and an energetic one as I remember Miss Cronkite.” The two spent some time discussing Erin’s performance before telling the young teacher that they intended to bind her and no doubt, before they sexually abusing her.



Batard noticed the shy little smile that bowed Erin’s moist ripe lips as she led them to the shed behind her cottage. Like a good little submissive, Erin smoothed her skirt against her legs as she waited for Mr. Batard and Miss Cronkite to make their selections. As the two emerged from the shed Batard turned to Erin, “That’s a “Good Girl” Erin.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Come Erin.”



When they were once more in the setting room of Erin’s cottage Batard held out his hand and Miss Cronkite placed a thin black leather collar in his hand. Duncan Batard buckled the collar around Erin’s slender neck. He was pleased with the effect, the contrast of the dark leather against Erin’s ivory skin was stunning. “Miss Cronkite, Miss Nicely’s hands.” Batard’s voice was crisp, clipped, and authoritarian. Miss Cronkite bound the young teacher's hands in front of Erin, then taking a chair from the kitchen, Prudence fed the end of the rope through one of the attachments in the ceiling before bringing the bitter end to Batard. The two of them pulled on the rope till the young redheaded teacher was balancing on her tip toes, before tying the rope off to another attachment point. “Perfect!” Batard breathed.



Erin was dangling from the ceiling of her own setting room, balancing on her tip toes, still dressed in her cardigan sweater, button-front blouse, and skirt. “Miss Nicely Prudence, Miss Cronkite, and I were discussing this evening and decided it would be ever so more enjoyable if we cut your clothing from you then to merely have you strip.” Batard watched Erin very closely as he spoke.


“You may begin Prudence.”



Prudence Cronkite was delighted to finally get her hands of the gorgeous young teacher. So far it had only been the men that had enjoyed the stunning young beauty. Prudence slowly circled the bound girl. She let her fingers trail sensually across Erin’s high firm breasts, the sensual curves of her torso, to the sensual curve of the young teachers derrière. “I think we will start with the sweater dear.” Prudence cooed. The older woman drew a straight razor from her purse. “Now Miss Nicely be very still so I don’t cut you, by accident.”



Batard had taken a seat as he watched each garment cut from Erin’s gorgeous young body, to fluttered to the floor, until she hung before him naked, except for the black leather collar around her neck. Duncan was drinking in Erin’s naked beauty when Prudence shook her head. “Just look at it Mr. Batard! Just look at that tangled bit of hair.” Prudence was pointing to Erin’s sweet little bush. “Mr. Batard we must do something about………about “That”.


Prudence stormed off into the cottage’s kitchen to return with a steaming bowl of water and a bar of soap. The woman lathered her hands and then massaged the soap into Erin’s bush. Miss Cronkite picked up the razor she had used to strip Erin. “Hold very still Miss Nicely!”



“Prudence perhaps leave just a narrow strip of hair?” Batard ventured.



“No, No, everything must go!.............” A wicked smile bowed Miss Cronkite’s lips. “…………..You know how I hate hair between my teeth Mr. Batard.” Duncan Batard just nodded. Prudence stretched the skin of Erin’s pussy tight, the rasping sound of cold steel, against warm flesh, caressed Erin’s senses. Each pass of the razor left nothing in its wake but smooth naked flesh until not a single fine red hair hid Erin’s naked perfection.



Her task completed Prudence remained kneeling before the bound young teacher. “The spreader bar I think.” The woman cooed.


In no time Erin found her legs drawn apart and bound to the bar. Once more Miss Cronkite was kneeling before Erin, her fingers spread the pink lips of the girl's labia and Prudence’s tongue snaked out to taste Miss Erin Nicely for the first time. The older woman that began to lash the bound young teacher's sweet young pussy with mouth, lips, tongue and teeth.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin had never had a lesbian encounter. Until now. The very thought of having sex with a woman repulsed her, and yet her body was telling her otherwise.

Miss Cronkite was very skilled at cunnilingus, pussy eating, cunt gobbling, or whatever other names sprang to mind for the delicious teasing of her body that the older woman was dishing out. Erin had to force herself to pretend that she didn't want to experience it again. But it wasn't her being a lesbian, she was tied up just as she'd requested; tied up, suspended, spread. And very wet. If Miss Cronkite hadn't been providing her own saliva she'd have known just how wet Erin had become.

But why was the young teacher so aroused? The collar had been part of it, though she couldn't rationalise that. And being complimented on her triple cock-sucking when they looked at her latest photographs. And being warned that she was to be tied up, being made to help them find a collar and rope. And that patronising good girl that had made her blush with pride!

The slicing off of her clothing had been scary but also very erotic, and she had kept still as instructed, quietly pleased that her exposure was photographed. But the shaving of her pussy was what had really turned her dampness into slick wetness. Miss Cronkite massaging the soap into her pussy and so carefully paring away every little pubic hair until she was bald and smooth. Erin had always supposed that it was only sluts who shaved their pussies. Maybe she was right. Maybe that's what she now was. Mr. Batard's slut. And Miss Cronkite's. And the School Board's.

While her body shuddered and twitched with pleasure at the expert tongue lashing between her legs, Erin's mind tried to picture the worst case. Probably a weekly visit from Mr. Batard and Miss Cronkite repeating this tying and suspending and some form of sex. Now that the Board members had received their blowjobs they were unlikely to trouble her again. Interest in her would almost certainly just fizzle out. She could cope with that.