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TheDarkCloud stories

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MMFF/f, D/s, reluc, cons, humil, BDsm

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Sarah tried her hardest not to look suspicious or shifty as she checked into the hotel. It was a nice hotel, four stars, all the staff well turned out why should she stick out? She was a well groomed woman in her mid twenties booking in and grabbing her suitcase and heading up to her room, why would anyone think she was suspicious? But still she nervously watched who was watching her, kept her bag tight to her side as she side stepped the concierge and took one final look around the lobby as she slipped into the elevator. That she was anxious there could be no doubt.

The banal music in the lift somewhat calmed Sarah's thundering heart and she tried to force herself to control her breathing and tried to shove all the questions and doubts as to what she was doing from her head. It was difficult, what she was doing was risky for sure but that was the thrill, that was the excitement and she had been in a state of nervous anticipation about today for the past week. The lift 'pinged' and came to a stop and an old couple entered the lift and smiled at Sarah, she tried to smile back but felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and quickly sought out the floor of the lift with her brown eyes. It stopped again at the next floor and she hurried out and away down the corridor, searching for room number 531, hauling her suitcase behind her. Suddenly she was breathing hard again and could feel sweat form on her neck as she found the door and fumbled in her pockets for the doors key card to open it. For an instant she believed the door wasn't going to open, that she would have to face the journey back and that she would give herself away but then the door's entrance light turned green and she pushed the stiff handle and heaved herself and her bag inside. Where she leaned back against the inside of the door and closed her eyes and tried to collect her thoughts before going through with this.

*

Sarah Price taught English at Secondary school, was 27 years old, lived a quiet life in her little cottage and in general seemed to bother or impact nobody. She was a good looking woman, her long, straight, brown hair very distinctive while her slim figure meant that she took a back seat to nobody in the looks department. But around work she came across as very timid and shy when it came to boyfriends and some of her friends really wondered when she was going to wake up to the fact of how damned good looking she was. But she seemed happy in her job, taking holidays to the coast and living what appeared to be a quiet, peaceful life. But that wasn't quite true. Sarah was in fact something of a sex addict , it was just that she went to good measures to hide the fact, it had only recently been the case that she had realised this despite spending many a night reading erotic novels and watching soft porn. That had all sparked a growing interest and curiosity and when she had plucked up the courage to surf some dirty sites on the internet it was like a whole new world opening up to her.

There were so many sites at first, everything seemed to be catered for; friends, partners, kink and fetish........ That took her eye and as she clicked on the link she started down a road that was to lead to this encounter in the hotel room. The site was called Informed Consent and was a Bondage and Domination type site with a personals section that covered the whole of the UK. That night went past in a flash, seriously when she managed to tear her eyes from the screen it was a full four and a half hours since she had logged on and she had been entranced by the world that seemed on offer. Just the thought of submitting to a stranger for kinky sex had her wet between her legs and while she at first managed to dismiss it as a fantastical dream it was soon taking up her every waking thought until she decided she had to do it.

But she was by no means foolish in how she went about this task. She read countless profiles and forum post as to how best to set up her own profile and when it was done it was accompanied by an arty picture she had taken herself that neatly had her face in dark shadow while displaying her naked pert tits and her clean shaven pussy. She gave herself the name "NAUGHTY MISS" and described herself thus in her profile:

"Twentysomething singleton seeks younger lover to submit sexually to. New to the scene and very interested in bondage. Play naught y with me!"

It was short but to the point and when she checked her inbox the next day it was inundated, she wasted hours reading all her replies but none leapt out at her and, in truth, maybe that was as far as she was willing to take the fantasy.

She didn't log on for a whole week after that first, initial check. She felt bad that all those people (men mostly but a couple from women too) had sent her a message and she had just ignored and deleted them. But soon curiosity got the better of her and when she checked in again there were as many messages, all from people who either fitted what she was looking for or trying to convince her that she was looking was them. This time she didn't delete them all, leaving a few that caught her eye and made her read them more than once but her mother phoned as she was perusing them again and it set off a wave of guilt that made her quickly delete them and turn off the computer almost without thinking. But later that night, having spoke at length to her mum and had a long soak in a warm bath she decided to log back in and this time there was just the one message. Even as she clicked to open it she felt differently about it. The message read:

"Hi Naughty Miss, short message, heh, I like that. I'm everything you're looking for, check my profile and if you like what you see drop me a line back. We should get together babe.x"

His user name was rather mundanely Mark1985 and with a heightened sense of anticipation she watched as his profile downloaded on her screen. It truly was everything that she had told herself she was looking for: the picture was a head shot that showed a grinning, dark haired young man, while that 1985 looked to be the year of his birth as he listed his age as 21, his little blurb was short and concise but at least it wasn't as perverted or sick as nearly all the ones she had seen before. And best (or worst!) of all he lived in the nearby city, just 20 miles up the road from the town Sarah lived in. She sat staring at his screen for at least twenty minutes, her tongue nervously licking at her lips as she changed her mind constantly as to whether to send him a message or not. In the end she just did it, saying hi and how she'd love to chat and pressed the send button before she could talk herself out of doing it. She couldn't get to sleep for ages that night and in the end had to frig herself before she claimed what little rest she could.

In the morning, before she headed off to school she checked her in-box and found the reply she had dreamed of and dreaded and from there everything moved at a frightening pace. They sent e-mails, messaged, texted and spoke on the phone before they agreed a meet in a bar in the city. Sarah was by that time pretty certain that Mark would give her what she wanted and dressed real slutty for the meet. It proved the right decision and after just half an hour together they had moved out of the bar and into a nearby back alley where they had the most fantastic sex. It was rough, nasty and everything that Sarah had dreamed it to be, the young man hooking up the hem of her mini-skirt and jerking aside her panties to fuck her hard against the grimy wall of the alley while speaking all kinds of filth. When it was over they parted uneasily with promises to speak again and see where it led. Neither looked like they believed it, they had got the no-strings fun they were after but as each hour passed Sarah could not stop thinking about Mark and what they had done, then two days after she had received an e-mail that had led her to the hotel room in such a nervous state of excitement.

*

Back to the present, and Sarah eventually found the strength in her legs to stand straight and walk over to the double bed and sit on it's edge. She crossed her legs after she had laid down the case and as she did so her long trench coat rode up her legs to reveal sheer black stockings. She reached into her coat pocket and carefully took out a folded up piece of paper. It was the e-mail Mark had sent her just three days previously, his first communication since their amazing date. It read.

"Sarah, thank you for Friday night it was amazing. I realise from all you said that you wanted to experience it once and to have no come back. But I want to see you again, I want to take this further, you label yourself a submissive on your profile and meeting you I know that you are one. I wondered if you would like to explore that side of your submissiveness with me. If you do then book a room at the Marriot Hotel and let me know what time and date you booked. Be sure that this is what you want to do before you do it because it will be kinky I promise you."

It was signed Master Mark and had sent Sarah into a flurry of thoughts immediately but in the end she had done it, wanting that thrill again, wanting the uncontrollable excitement. She did as he instructed and when she sent him the date she had booked the room for she received the following response, that again sent her into a spin.

"Good, I'll take your obedience to my instructions as a positive sign Sarah but as I indicated I wanted more than just sex from our encounter. I want you to experience the feeling of complete helplessness at being tied up as I take you. To that end you will bring with you whatever items you need to do the following when you arrive at the hotel. Clothing wise you will wear and bring only a long trench coat and black stocking and your heels. Upon arriving you will leave the door just off the jamb so I can enter silently. You will purchase ankle and wrist cuffs (here he had supplied a link to a fetish wear site that sold these easy release ones and more toys) and affix them to each corner of the bed, when you take your coat off you will hang it in the wardrobe and prior to attaching the cuffs to yourself you will ensure that you have a vibrator inside your pussy, be wearing a gag and a blindfold on. Then you will lie spread eagle awaiting me. I promise you Sarah it will be a night to remember."

She sat and looked at the big, mahogany hotel door, she had closed it deliberately and now she knew she was at the point of no return. If she got up and opened that door, then left it open as Mark had suggested then there would be no going back for her and she would do everything to the letter as per his directions. She sat there for a few minutes, biting her lip and tossing matters around in her head, she knew she would do it, why else would she have come here otherwise. But still, it was a big risk, sure she had taken a huge risk that first meeting (and look how well that had gone) but this was way beyond that and if she did it she would be so exposed. Just as she debated it the telephone rang, its shrill noise startling her and it took her a moment to regain her senses and lift the old-fashioned receiver.

"Hello?" her voice that of a timid little girl, not a confident young woman.

"Sarah, it's me, Mark. Are you ready? If not you have exactly ten minutes to get things prepared exactly as I instructed, understand?"

"Y-Yes, I'll be ready..."

"Good. Oh, and Sarah, one last thing I forgot to mention. I want you to take your lipstick and write the words "Master Mark's Slut" across your stomach before you fix the last of the cuffs. Do not disappoint me."

Before she could answer the line went dead and she was left to make her mind up. She decided in an instant and quickly scuttered over to the door to open it and leave it just open so that no-one would notice it being not closed but without close inspection it looked shut. Sarah then unbuttoned her long coat and hung it in the wardrobe before opening her case and taking all her items out and placing them on the bed. She didn't waste time contemplating them, knowing that if she hesitated now it could stop her and right then she was being swept away with her desire and horniness. The cuffs clipped easily around each corner and she lay on the bed to ensure they were positioned so she could fit all her limbs in them. She could and with that done she took up her lipstick and wrote the three demanded words on herself, realising as she wrote them in thick, red letters that this would be her submission to her young lover. With that done and the lipstick tossed aside for now she slipped her ankles into the soft, leather cuffs and drew them nearly tight around them, then she took the orange ball gag she had bought and popped it in her mouth and the strap around her head and clipped it in place before resting the blindfold atop her forehead. She then took her dildo, set it to vibrate and slipped it in her wet cunt. She placed her left hand in its cuff and used her right to draw it tight then, trembling she lowered the blindfold, plunging herself into complete darkness before finally reaching out her right hand and placing it in the cuff and drawing it in so that it held her but she could still undo it if needed. With that done she lay there in her own tremulous world and waited in silence her whole body tingling in anticipation.

*

She never even heard him enter the room. Her first realisation that he was there was when she felt two hands play across her bare breasts. In fact she did not even know that it was him, her body tingled at his touch and the thought of what she was doing. His hand explored up her body and she felt a kiss on her cheek before realising he was continuing to reach past that up her right arm, touching the cuffs and in an instant pulling it tight. He checked the others but she already knew that was the only one she had left in a condition to escape from. It made her so wet so turned on, so excited and she waited for his first words to her. But she was in for a huge shock as it was not a male voice that broke the oppressive silence, rather a young females.

"Now the bitch is secure Mark, stick the headphones on her so we can get this party started!"

Sarah was stunned and as she tried to wriggle in her bed she only semi-realised that the voice was familiar but then she was plunged into complete anarchy as a large pair of headphones were placed over her head playing heavy metal music, making her totally unable to hear anything that happened in the room.

*

Sarah must have endured that godforsaken racket for at least five minutes, all the while trying desperately to get something loose, before there was any movement but when there was she rather wished there hadn't been.

Her blindfold was peeled back to rest on her forehead, pushing her hair up and when she had blinked her eyes a couple of times to clear them she found herself looking up at the sweetly smiling face of Becky Holt. Becky gave her a cute little wave then the darkness descended again as the blindfold was returned. But the break had had it's desired effect as Sarah now did not struggle rather she lay there and contemplated what on earth had happened. Of course, that's whose voice she had heard.

Becky Holt? Becky was an 18 year old Sarah had taught English to last year, she had left school that past Summer but for the previous nine months or so the two of them had conducted almost a feud against each other. Becky was a tall, raven haired girl, with a cherubic face and a mouth from the gutter. She swore and cursed freely and really had something of an attitude problem, especially by the time she landed in Sarah's class. She also had quite the reputation around the school as a cock hungry slut, that most of the guys had a chance with. Sarah hadn't been especially aware of that at the time, it was more her cocky attitude and arrogance that had annoyed her at first and after a week or so of silently suffering her insolence and cheek, Sarah had decided to make a stand and given her detention and reported her. That was hardly a new experience for Becky but there had been just something about this young female teacher that she had especially taken an active dislike to and thereafter it had become a war of attrition in the classroom as to who would come out on top. Of course, there was never any real doubt that the teacher would, she held most of the aces and despite Becky's campaign (lewd graffiti as to Miss Price's private life, jokes passed around class and various tricks played in the classroom) it was Sarah that came out on top with a series of low grades, detentions and poor reports. And then just a couple of months ago Becky had finished school and, blissfully, exited Sarah's academic life.

And now here was Sarah, by her own hand tied up, gagged, blindfolded and the word "SLUT" written on her stomach, seemingly at Becky's mercy. The thought sent shivers down Sarah's spine and she waited in horrified expectation what had she let herself in for?

Then the blindfold and the headphones were removed and Sarah got a further surprise, for this time it was revealed that not only was Becky there but also in attendance were five other of her former classmates. They all hung around together, three more girls and three boys and with Becky right at the foot of the bed peering down at Sarah, they were circled round her. Of Mark there was no sign, unable to plea or make any noise whatsoever she was only able to lay there and listen to the demented ranting of her former pupil.

"Well Miss Price you really are a Naughty Miss aren't you? That's right Mark showed me the profile online, what a slut you sounded. I wonder what your bosses at the school would think of what you get up to in your spare time? What's that? Where's Mark? Well all you need to know is that me and him go way back and when I see one of my old boyfriends screwing in a alleyway I like to find out what slut he's with now and he didn't take much 'persuasion' to help set all this up."

Sarah's heart sunk at this explanation, that had been the one thing she had clung to as a possible salvation and to find that her young lover had so easily bought off by this little bitch of an ex-girlfriend made her want to retch. Becky had moved up to the left side of Sarah now and began to play her thin fingers across Sarah's stomach as if trying to decide which way to go with them next.

"I really don't like you Miss. You really were a 'pain' in the butt to me. But we've got ourselves and interesting situation here don't we? I mean if it were to come out that you were the type of person who advertised for casual sex on those types of websites and that picture of you on there was to get out it wouldn't be good for your career, would it? I can't see the school board or all the parents wanting you to continue then. And then if it were to come out after those pictures that certain former pupils – like Steve here, or Mike, or Drew (Becky pointed at each of the beaming ex-pupils) claimed to be fucking you while they were still at the school, and lets face it after the advert and picture are released who do you think everyone would believe? How would that look, very bad I'd have thought, eh girls?"

At this the other two girls tittered and laughed and agreed with their friend, who was obviously the ringleader. They made more noise as Becky's index finger started going in wider circuits of Sarah's stomach and began to rub against her breasts and the top of her pussy mound. Sarah closed her eyes trying to block all this out as her carefully planned life descended around her very ears.

"So the question remains Miss (said so sarcastically). What are you willing to do to keep from all that happening? How are you going to keep us all silent? I'm going to put the headphones and blindfold back on you for five minutes so you can consider that, and when I remove them and your gag the first words from you better be "I'm willing to do anything for you Mistress Becky" or that whole nightmare scenario will happen, I can assure you!"
it was no idle threat and Sarah knew it, she knew firsthand what type of person Becky was and knew that it was her own fault she was in this position and knew how black it would look for her. Well she had wanted to be dominated and it looked like she was going to be, but not by who she had wanted! There was no alternative and Sarah knew it, she had to keep her job it was all she had ever wanted to do and all she could do, she loved the holidays it brought and she was on good money, she couldn't even imagine what else she could do if she lost her job. As distasteful as it was she had no other choice but to do what that vindictive little bitch wanted. So when the headphones were removed, as per instructions, the first words out of her mouth were.

"I'm willing to anything for you Mistress Becky."

She winced as she said the words and she watched the smile curl around her pink lips like the cat that got her cream.

"What anything?! Like licking Brenda's feet clean? Like sucking Steve's cock? Like eating Michelle's pussy out? Like letting Mike fuck you? Like letting Drew fuck you in your asshole? And like you licking my ass clean? Are you willing to do that?"

The words were harsh and delivered by Becky in such a fashion that it left little doubt those acts and more would actually be expected if Sarah was serious. Sarah opened her mouth to try and argue and debate with her but found it clamped shut by Becky's hand before she had got anywhere.

"I don't want to hear Miss Price. It's not open for debate, you either are willing to do all those things and another little task I'd like to see you do after or you're not. Which is it? Tell us, we an easily go away and leave you like this, maybe make a phone call to a journalist let them know what you're up to on our way out!"

The hand slipped off Sarah's mouth and she gasped defeated.

"Yes, I'm willing to do that."

SLAAAAP!

"From now on you call me Miss Holt or Mistress, and you answer using those terms too, understand? Good, lets get this party started shall we then, you seem to be in the perfect position for Brenda, don't you? Brenda, get up here!"

Brenda Niven was one of Becky's cronies, had been all through school but was the type of girl that pretty girls like Becky hung around to make themselves look even better. Brenda was chubby, not overly fat but a definite plump girl and her nickname at school of 'Smelly Brenda' told all that needed to be known about her personal hygiene. She was squat girl with curly dark hair and a fat face that seemed permanently set in a complaining scowl.

"Alright Becky, calm down I'll just get there. 'Course this doesn't mean I'm a lesbian like her!" that last comment was accompanied with a glare at Michelle, a girl that Sarah was not aware was so friendly with Becky and was actually surprised she was there.

Michelle just glared back at Becky.

"Don't worry fat stuff, you wouldn't know what to do anyway!"

The three boys were finding great amusement at these exchanges but stopped long enough to cheer as Brenda got up on the bed, kicked off her sandals and stood with her feet either side of Sarah's head allowing her an unobstructed view up Brenda's too short skirt. At least she was wearing panties, grim as the view was. Brenda lifted her right foot so it rested along the length of Sarah's face.

"Now Miss, you can start showing me how grateful you are to us keeping your dirty little secret, can't you? Start cleaning Brenda's feet and make sure you get right between her toes with that slut tongue of yours!"

Sarah knew she had no choice but to do as Becky indicated, she hated the thought of it though, not just the fact that it was a horrible, smelly, dirty looking sole that hovered above her but more the fact that only a few short months ago these were her pupils and she their teacher, it was just so humiliating. Still she got on with it, rationalising that there were no other options and to some pretty nasty comments from the others she began to lick Brenda's feet. Dabbing at them with her tongue to begin with then as Becky urged her on to greater effort she took whole toes into her mouth to much derision from her watching audience.

"Ha, ha, what a dirty bitch!"

"Jesus Becky, I've got to stick my cock in there, I hope you make the wash it out first."

"Hey Brenda try sticking your whole foot in, yeah ram it in there!"

That last instruction from Becky and immediately obeyed by her fat friend squeezing her toes together and fitting them all inside Sarah's mouth. The position of Sarah's tied arms meaning she really had no choice but to go with the flow here and later. Finally, that ignominy was over and Brenda took her foot from Sarah's mouth only to do the same with the other one! After that had been cleaned with Sarah's less than willing tongue finished off her stint on the bed by placing her whole foot on Sarah's face and smothering her for an instant with the freshly licked sole, it was indeed a most humiliating experience, but Sarah knew it was only going to get worse, much worse.

"Right Steve, now's your chance to live out that dream you had all through school – getting sucked off by Miss Price!"

Steve Murray was a kid Sarah was more than aware of, she had had him in her class nearly every year since he started at school and it hadn't taken her too long to realise he had developed a crush on her from an early age. He was quite nerdy really, wearing thick glasses and clothes that looked like they belonged two decades ago but he had always been extremely courteous and polite, almost to infuriating levels. Especially when he sent Sarah a Valentines day card that had too much real sentiment to be blown off easily, Sarah had tried to let him down gently but he had obviously taken her rejection to heart and for the remaining three years at school there was a much harder look to his lustful glances at his pretty teacher. He had also become much more worldly in his final year and certainly, if he had taken up with Becky and her crew that would go a long way to explaining that.

Ignoring the memories of Brenda's feet for the moment, Sarah strained her neck muscles to see as far down as she could just in time to catch Steve hurriedly pulling off his trousers and pants to reveal a massive erection pointing right up at her. For a moment she was repulsed, how could she be doing these things with her former pupils? Then as she saw pre cum glistening on the end of his thick cock she started having rather different thoughts. She had come here for rough, hard sex, did it really matter who it was that administered it? It was a thought she did not have much longer to contemplate as the horny teenager wasted little time getting up on the bed, straddling her head with his knees and, finding his ex-teacher's lips nicely parted, rammed his stiff cock inside.

This was harsh, much rougher than Sarah had dared imagine. The boy either had no experience in getting oral or was deliberately being as unhelpful to her as possible. It was probably a mix of both. Also the angle he was face fucking her did not help as all his weight was right over him and allowed his dick to go right down into her throat almost immediately. Her eyes bulged, she gagged and wretched but it was pointless as there was nothing she could do that would alleviate her plight. And boy was he pumping into her quickly, at least it seemed he would cum quickly, the situation and build up obviously getting him more turned on than he imagined. Still even after just a minute she was starting to go red in the face and struggle to catch quick gasps of air in her nose when he tensed, let out a guttural groan and filled her mouth and throat with his thick cum. He came in four or five hard spasms, each time rocking her head with his erratic movements and when he finally regained his senses and crawled off his softening cock left a trail of spunk across her face. She had no choice but to swallow it all down, again nearly gagging on the sour taste and being further inconvenienced by Becky leaning over and spitting right into the mixture in her mouth.

Despite her coarse treatment (or perhaps because of it) she could tell that she was somewhat wet and slippery at her pussy and prayed it wasn't noticed. No such luck!

"Look at this, the filthy slut is soaking wet!"

Which would have been a bad enough statement on it's own if not for the fact that it was accompanied by Sarah's tormentor Becky demonstrating the fact by running her index finger the wet length of her slit then holding it up for everyone in the hotel room (including Sarah) to see glistening.

"Right, that looks just about ready for me!" announced Mike as he stepped past Steve and to the forefront.

Now it was no surprise to Sarah to find Michael Stone involved in this little enterprise. He was well known to her through reputation from school and had been a number of scrapes, most of them involving girls. He was an ugly brute of a boy really and Sarah really hadn't seen the attraction that so many of the girls saw in him but as he loomed over her, a glint in his eye, she began to see something that in some way intrigued her. He had that bad boy image and demeanour and as he whipped off his belt and set about his jeans she gave an involuntary wriggle in her body.

She felt so mixed up, on the one hand this was terrible and humiliating and she hated that she was letting these little creeps (especially that bitch Becky) use her like this but on the other hand this was such a kinky, nasty, dirty situation and the part of her mind that craved that type of sex was being stimulated to unseen levels of excitement. He was certainly a hairy little bastard and seemed to revel in it because he ended up taking everything off, to whistles from Becky and Brenda and giving a few poses before getting up on the bed and mounting Sarah. He was lying right along her, his stiff dick prodding her in the stomach and their eyes level, he winked at her and licked her cheek before shuffling his body about and finding the wet entrance to her pussy with his cock. With a grunt and a push he was in her and the rest suddenly went quiet as they were treated to this live sex show. He was wearing no protection, but that was normally how she liked it but this time that made her a little more worried than normal, Steve had such a bad reputation. It didn't matter anyhow, It wasn't like she could do anything about it anyway.

He wasn't the longest but boy was he thick. Sarah felt every inch of him with every thrust and although she bit her lower lip with her upper teeth in an attempt to hold onto her noises of pleasure it was always going to be a losing contest and as her former pupil continued to fuck her she eventually had to let go and cry out her pleasure and ecstasy at her pussy being serviced so thoroughly. And unlike Steve before him it certainly appeared that Mike had some experience of delaying the inevitable and maintaining his erection because her gave her a thorough fucking for at least fifteen minutes until he straightened up and powered into her one last time, pushing against her pelvis and she felt hot spurts of cum firing inside her and he sighed heavily and slumped on her for a few moments to breathe deeply and catch his breath. It was hard for Sarah to watch him disentangle himself from her sweating, hot body because she knew she had only been seconds from climaxing herself and the stop in action had left her cruelly denied her release. She was so close to pleading to Becky or one of the others to finish her off with their fingers but just seeing the self satisfied smirk on Becky's face stopped her.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself Miss Price, I think it's about time you started repaying some of the effort the boys are making, I know Michelle has a thought of how you can do that, tell her 'Chelle."

Michelle Lowe stepped to the fore, of course Sarah remembered her from school, who wouldn't? She was the kid that stood out, the loner, goth type that came to school clad all in black and with a permanent scowl on her face. God knows what her natural hair colour was because it had been every colour under the sun since then. Sarah had tried once to speak and reason with her and make her realise that her demeanour and attitude was turning people away from her but had got little more than a glare and a 'who cares'. Sarah had heard all the stories as to how Michelle preferred the company of girls to boys (that was when she could be bothered with any company at all!) and had seen her once in the past summer holidays hand in hand with another goth girl and winced as when Michelle spotted her former teacher, Michelle had very deliberately turned to the other girl and given her a long, lingering French kiss.

Well Becky had certainly picked the eclectic little crew for this venture hadn't she? Although there was no great love lost between all these kids they had been gathered together by Becky's sheer willpower and persuasiveness and some kind of carnal desire for their teacher. Michelle was hardly the exhibitionist that Steve had been and seemed embarrassed to remove her long, dark skirt and her old fashioned black knickers and got up on the bed. And no wonder when Sarah glimpsed the hairy pie that awaited. Good god, had the girl never heard of keeping her bush trimmed? It was a black wiry mess in there and as Sarah focussed on it it started to close in on her face!

Now Sarah had had quite a few fantasies in her time and being with another woman had been one of them but for whatever reason she had never made any move to make it happen (the truth she suspected was that she enjoyed being with cocks more and couldn't see the point in experimenting). As Michelle's milky while, thin thighs slid around her face Sarah started wondering what the hell was actually expected of her. As if on cue Becky informed her.

"Right then Miss, next we want you to make Michelle cum with your tongue. it's only fair after all we've been doing for you!"

Those last words she barely heard as Michelle's legs closed in almost forming a seal around Sarah's face and her hairy bush was right over Sarah's mouth. It was evident that she was going to have to do it whatever so the pretty teacher decided to just go for it and try to enjoy herself. Her tongue flicked out and while she initially recoiled at the feel of those wiry, black hair on her tongue she tingled somewhat herself to discover that the teenager atop her was soaking wet. Sarah knew what got her wet orally, knew what she loved when guys were giving her oral sex. She tried to make her tongue as hard as possible and started by flicking it as quickly as she could against Michelle's big, sticking out clit. The effect was instantaneous and obvious as the younger girls moaned and closed her eyes, writhing her nubile body hard against Sarah's face.

The girl sitting on her face was obviously getting totally immersed in the situation, although Sarah couldn't see it Michelle had her eyes closed was smiling and gasping alternatively and was really starting to bump and grind her pussy on Sarah's features. For her part the teacher was really getting into it too. What with the whole kinky situation (and however much she hated being at the mercy of her rival Becky, there was as strong part of her mind that was relishing the circumstances and powering her body onwards) and having just been fucked so close to cumming she was in a kind of sexual frenzy and was no longer thinking straight. She ignored the mess of hairs and probed her tongue deeper, shivering in anticipation as her tongue licked Michelle's soaking pussy and tasting her juices running into her open mouth. As Michelle increased her movements Sarah increased hers to try and match them, she desperately wished right then she could at least get her hands free to reach up and pull the teenager down harder on her and reach further to play with her small breasts.

Sarah couldn't see or hear what her other ex-pupils were up to and right then didn't care, to her there was only her and Michelle that mattered and in a few short seconds she was going to make the slim Goth cum like she had never done before. Then the girl's pussy exploded all over her desperate face, literally she was soaked in seconds, Michelle crying out load as she sprayed copious amounts of warm, pungent liquid over her old teachers eyes, nose and mouth. Sarah was a mess and knew it, but she didn't care she had made the girl cum and had enjoyed doing it intensely and it was only as Michelle detached her cunt from Sarah's face and the sticky strands connecting her lips to Michelle's pussy lips that she realised what a wanton slut she had turned into between her ex-pupils legs. And of course as Michelle stepped back and quickly got dressed again (and indeed disappeared from the room in a hurry) Sarah was brought crashing down by the beaming spectre of Becky.

"Now Miss Price, you've shown us all what a total slut you really are. Shown us what a hypocritical cunt you really were at school, you've only got a couple more things before we'll call this even. First up Drew is going to fuck you up the arsehole, you've taken it in the ass before I assume?"

The question was delivered so sarcastically and condescendingly that Sarah inwardly fumed, god how she wanted to wipe that smirk off Becky's face, but right about then she had far bigger concerns, she did not like anal sex, yes she had done it before but only once and it had hurt and she had told herself she would not indulge in it again, anything else yes but not that.

"Come on Becky, you've had your fun, there is no way........."

She stopped as Becky loomed over her and grabbed her hair.

"No! No more bitch! You don't tell me what to do anymore! You're not my teacher anymore, your just a fucking slut, and you do what I fucking say! Now I'm going to untie you and you are going to do just what I tell you. You are going to bend over on that bed and let Drew fuck your ass or else!!"

Becky was manic as she nearly shouted at Sarah and the teacher perceptibly shrunk and shied away from her former pupil, she was dangerous and scary and Sarah did not want to cross her. Automatically adopting a non-confrontational voice she lowered her eyes from Becky and spoke almost like a school girl would.

"Yes, Miss."

It was the response Becky had craved, for her this was as much about power as revenge and seeing it yielded by her hated teacher was sweet music to her ears.

"Right Drew, here's your chance. Make her squeal like a pig!"

Drew Ogilvy was a big lad. Standing over six foot four inches he had really stuck out at school. He had actually left a year or so before the others in the room, mainly because he really was not very academic. Actually, that is being kind he was very slow witted and was always just on the fringes of remedial class throughout his school days. But he was no genial giant and was renowned at the school for blurting out "fuck you up the ass" at the most inappropriate times to the female teachers and pupils. As Becky and Brenda busied themselves with releasing Sarah's arms and legs, Steve and Mike looked on with undisguised interest as the lumbering giant stepped forward and seemed to snap out of the dense trance he had appeared to be in. Sarah looked up and tried to appeal to his eyes but there was nothing there, his cloudy blue iris were set and intent on her creamy white backside as she was being flipped over by the girls and she could see there would be no reasoning with him. Before he had even taken out his dick she was facing towards the hotel room's door and having the ball gag jammed back in her mouth as Becky commented.

"Here, you might need this, don't want to disturb any of the other guests, do we?"

Becky was relishing this, Miss Price had been enjoying herself all together too much so far and while that had been a small part of her plan, to reveal her as the slut she was, she didn't want her to have it too easy. Instructing Brenda to hold Sarah's hands over the edge of the bed she came round behind her and slapped her bare bottom. "Right then Drew, what do you want to do?"

"Fuck her up the ass" was his slow, syrupy response, it sent chills up Sarah's spine.

"Here, let me give you a target then big boy!"

Cackled Becky as reached for Sarah's taught ass cheeks and with one hand on each pulled them apart to reveal a small dark hole that she stretched wider and more inviting to the dull witted boy. It was an invite he did not require to be made twice. The simpleton had his stone washed jeans around his ankles and his rigid cock jutting out in front of him and he wasted no time or gentleness in getting right up behind his former teacher and ramming his dick hard in her asshole. The entry made Sarah squeeze her eyes shut and shout ineffectually into her gag and she could little else but match Drew's hard pounding motion and allow herself to be taken in this way, it certainly wasn't comfortable. Still as the big lummox continued to ram her she was at least rewarded with the edge of the bed rubbing constantly against her labia and within a few short pounds she was cumming from the pent up frustration of earlier and this new sensation. It did, of course, have the effect also of making it look like she had just cum from being fucked in the shithole. A point Becky was not slow to point out. Not that it mattered because big Drew was in a world of his own and was merrily buggered Sarah for another ten minutes or so before exploding deep within her bowels and filling it with cum. he finally withdrew, a dreamy innocent smile across his face, it was the best day of his life.

"No Miss Price, we're nearly done, you've had your fun and shown us all what a slut you are, it's time you showed us where your rightful place is in relation to me."

Becky dragged Sarah onto her knees beside the bed, cum slowly emerging from her asshole.

"You will kiss my ass! You will lick it as well! Go on, get started it's the second to last thing I'll tell you to do to buy our silence."

This was it. This was Becky's crowning glory, her ultimate revenge on the teacher she had seen as her hated enemy for the past twelve months or so. She couldn't help but beam at the collection of friends and wasters she had assembled for her purpose (and of course make sure Brenda was ready with her digital camera – this was a moment of prosperity Becky would want to relive again and again) and urge her demands once more from her mouth.

"Come on Miss Price pucker up and k- my sweet ass! Kiss it!"

Sarah was defeated now, of course she didn't want to do this, to demean herself in this fashion to this little brat. But it was the easiest way of appeasing her and keeping her quiet, the others, it seemed, had got what they had come for and wouldn't seem to offer any further threat but Becky was a different story altogether. Sarah doubted kissing her ass would be enough but what choice did she have. She leaned forward and did it, planting a full lip kiss on her tormentors ass cheeks. She was right, it wasn't going to be enough.

"That's it you slut, kiss my asss, show me the proper respect you never showed me at school! Now get that slut mouth of yours in deeper, get right in and lick my ass crack! Do it! Lick my asshole!"

This was new territory for Sarah, she had never even dreamt of doing this to either a man or a woman but her submissive side had taken over and she did as she was told by Becky and found her well worked tongue sliding between Becky's teenage butt cheeks and stabbing at her arse. Unknown to her Brenda was taking a raft of pictures and film to remember this glorious moment for Becky and Becky was giving the camera big thumbs up!

When she was satisfied Becky stepped forward, leaving Sarah to almost fall flat on her face, her t- still outstretched, almost comically. What happened next was not so funny though. Becky walked to the dressing table and dipped her hand into her handbag and produced a pair of scissors. With Sarah kneeling, defeated and humbledf in a circle of the teenagers Becky explained the last part of her revenge.

"You spent the whole of last year trying to teach all that shit we didn't need to know, Miss Price. Well look at the mess you have got yourself in Miss. How can you honestly expect to teach kids things when you obviously need to learn some lessons yourself? Well I'm going to teach you. First up take these scissors and cut you hair off."

"What? No way..."

"Take them and do it! You'll learn your lesson all the better doing it yourself Miss!"

Becky's eyes were ablaze with determination and intensity and Sarah felt helpless to do anything but comply. She was proud of her beautiful brown locks but as she took the scissors from her ex-pupil she felt her power and energy and slipped her thumb and finger into the finger guards and held her own fringe up and snipped a full length off it. Becky's eyes gleamed and urged Sarah on.

"More! Hack it off! I want much more than that to teach you a proper lesson!"

More went from the front and sides.

"More!"

Her long hair that cascaded over her shoulders went next in three blind snips that left a much shorter mess at the back. Still Becky urged her on, her voice rising and her attitude almost one of ecstasy.

"More! Hack it off slut!"

Until finally Sarah Price knelt in a pile of her own hair, she waited until Becky nodded and dropped the scissors to the floor and looked at the mess on the carpet and timidly touched the uneven disarray her previously perfect haircut was. There would be no easy way to cover it up and indeed, it would have to be shorn much shorter to even get it looking half sensible, There was no way that when the new term started she would be anything other than nearly a skinhead. It was certainly something she would not forget in a hurry. But Becky had one last nasty surprise for the teacher.

"Take off those stockings. hand them here, that's it. Brenda, get her coat from the wardrobe and guys get that stuff (the toys and cuffs, etc) and pack it in her bag. Is her purse in her coat?"

"Yes."

"Good. Take it and the coat and go and book Miss Price out of the room, here, take the room card too. Guys take her car keys and go and put the case in, I'll be out in a minute, get the car started. Oh don't worry Miss we'll drive it home for you and pop your purse through your letterbox."

Sarah knelt there and watched the activity around her, watched as Becky tipped her hair into the bin in the room. As the others did their tasks only Sarah and Becky were left in the room. Becky smiled triumphantly at Sarah and pulled her to her feet, opened the door and let it fall shut, locking. The two stood in the corridor, Sarah stark naked. Becky took two items from her bag and dropped them at Sarah's feet, then a second two. They were two cheap high heeled shoes, two sizes too big for Sarah's feet, one micro miniskirt and one tiny, white, tight cut-off T-shirt with the word "WHORE" printed in big letters on the front. As Sarah scrambled to retrieve them and squeeze them on Becky left her with these words.

"Those clothes suit you Miss! Now you've got no cash, no car, no phone and you've got twenty miles to go to get home looking like that I suggest you spend the time learning your lesson not to mess with kids like me!"

And with that Becky ran off down the corridor and out into the waiting car of kids that screeched out of the car lot and onto the road back to Miss Price's home. Sarah caught her reflection in a mirror and almost fainted.

*

Three hours, four miles walked and sixteen hitchhiked (for which she paid with by giving an old lorry driver the best blow job of his life, and Sarah was home. Fortunately it was dark so her neighbours would not see her state of attire. But she reflected, Becky had been right she had spent the time thinking, thinking about ways of getting her own revenge on the little bitch!

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