TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 9 - pinch breasts, strip, forced lesbian
The boys licked their lips. Things were really beginning to shape up.
They knew that Angie would provide some kind of entertainment for them,
after she'd had hers. But no sense worrying Susie about that now. One problem at a time.
"OK", said Angie. "The first thing is for you to make yourself
presentable. First, let's wash your face."
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All resistance gone, Susie let them take her by the arm and half-lead,
half-drag her to the bathroom, where they washed away all trace of tears.
Then Angie took a make-up kit from her purse, and started painting
Susie's face. When she had finished, Susie looked like a Skid Row whore,
although it was still easy to recognize who she was.
Then back to the bedroom.
With the confidence of someone who has been through it all before, Angie
directed the boys to set up the cameras and video tape recorders in
positions where they would capture all of the action, and still would
include enough of the background so that anyone who had ever seen the
inside of Susie's bedroom would immediately recognize it. Then she turned
to Susie, the unwilling star of the show.
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"First, let's see you smile, darling. No, not a fixed grin like that. Try
to look as if you are enjoying every moment of it." She reinforced the
command by squeezing Susie's breast agonizingly.
"There," she crooned. "If you behave yourself, you'll save yourself a
lot of pain -- and maybe some things that you'll dislike even more than
pain." She emphasized her point with another pinch -- hard enough to
hurt like fire, even through the bra.
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"Now take off your clothes, darling. Nice and slow."
Susie understood. Slowly, tantalizingly, she slid her blouse down over
her shoulders, posing and smiling all the while like a fashion model.
Then she let the blouse fall to the floor in a heap. Next, her skirt.
The boys whistled enthusiastically at the view of her glorious thighs,
which her panties, although conservatively cut, did more to emphasize
than to conceal.
And then her bra.
She tried desperately to keep her mind on other things as she unfastened
the catch, slid the straps over her shoulders, and finally let the skimpy
garment fall to the floor. Then the further humiliation of having to
flaunt her firm young breasts, cupping her hands under them and offering
them to the camera, all the while keeping that pseudo-lascivious smile on her face.
And the whistles and catcalls of the boys didn't make her feel any better.
She was really surprised when Angie told her to keep her panties on, "for
the moment, anyway. It'll be even more sexy when we do our Lesbian bit.
And why would I want to have access to your cunt, anyway?"
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Angie wasn't kidding about the Lesbian bit. She was wise beyond her years
when it came to sex, and she did things with her fingers and tongue that
quickly brought Susie to peaks of desire that she had never known before.
But only desire -- Angie was very careful to deny her fulfillment,
stopping each time just as Susie was about to come, breaking the spell
with a pinch or a slap that left Susie in a fire of frustration.
And then Angie demanded her turn, guiding Susie through all the intimate
motions that she had once thought thoroughly sinful and disgusting, but
seemed, after Angie's preliminaries, the most natural thing in the world
