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Weekend Lessons
By Nightrose
Standing on her front porch fumbling for her house key, Ann never saw them until the cloth-covered hand was over her mouth and nose. With a startled grunt she dropped her keys and scrabbled at the strong arm that wrapped around her, holding her arms tightly against her. The hand that covered her mouth and nose cut off her air and she found herself quickly running out. Another figure dressed in dark clothing knelt and retrieved her keys from where they had fallen and swiftly opened the door. Then she was being dragged into the house and the door closed securely behind them.
The dark figure with her keys peered out of the front window at the dark street. After a few moments he turned and nodded at the person holding her. "All clear bro," he said.
The person holding her had kept her held tightly and she was beginning to black out from lack of air, her struggles quickly growing weaker. Suddenly sweet air was flowing in her nose and she sucked it in greedily. The two figures dragged her into her kitchen at the back of the house and flipped on a light. Ann was beginning to panic now. Her attackers had taken her and brought her into the house so quickly and quietly that she doubted that anyone had noticed. With the light on she could see one of them as he rounded on her. To her surprise she recognized him: Tim. He was one of her students! He stood in front of her smiling.
“Well, Miss Carlson,” he said sarcastically. “Nothing bitchy to say?”
Ann was a teacher at the local college, teaching remedial English. She wasn’t really thrilled with her job, but being the newest teacher on staff she got the worst position. Ann was 5"3, 108 pounds, and at 28 years old she had always thought of herself as beautiful. She had dark hair and big brown eyes. Her 36c chest looked big on her small frame and she knew she got a lot of stares because of it. Tim was one of her students and she had never really cared for him as he was not a dedicated student and always seemed to have some problem he needed help with. She had always treated him coolly. He now stood in front of her held form grinning. “We are going to be spending the weekend together,” he said. “It seems that you are the one in need of instruction and we intend to teach you!”
She was suddenly released. She took a deep breath and prepared to scream. Tim grabbed her jaw in a big hand. “Scream and I’ll make you sorry!” he said in a menacing voice. The look on his face told her he wasn’t kidding and she froze. Tim let go of her and took a step back looking her over. “Strip,” he said. At first she thought she had not heard him correctly. “Strip, Bitch!” He grabbed the front of her coat and ripped it open. The man standing behind her grabbed her coat from the back, pulled it roughly off her and tossed it into a corner.
From a gym bag he was carrying, Tim took out a black riding crop. “You have 15 seconds to get out of those clothes, then you get a lash for every second after that that you take.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he flexed the crop. Ann hesitated then reluctantly began to unbutton her blouse.
Tim began to count. “15, 14.” She had 3 buttons undone. “13, 12.” Realizing she would never finish before the count reached 0 by normal means, “11,10.” she yanked the shirt off over her head, letting it drop to the floor and yanking at her skirt, “9,8,7.” Ann tugged at the skirt and the button holding it popped and went flying.
She let the skirt drop and was pulling her flimsy slip over her head when he reached 0 on the count. The crop lashed across her hip.
“One,” he counted. She flung the slip away; the pain of the crop had been startling and she still had a couple of items to remove.
“Two.” The crop lashed again as she pulled her bra up over her head, dropping it on the floor.
“Three.” This time the crop lashed across her exposed tits. The pain was unlike anything she had experienced and forced the air from her lungs. Her fumbling fingers found the waistline of her panties.
“Four.” The crop lashed again. She got the lace panties down and covered herself with her hands.
“Five.” The crop fell across her bare bottom. “But I am naked,” she cried.
Tim stopped and looked at her. “From now on you do not cover yourself in front of us. Doing so will be punished.” He slapped her arms down to her sides. Now she stood there naked, shivering and exposed, red welts growing on her pale skin.
The man standing behind her grabbed her arms and pulled them together behind her back and she felt them being lashed together with what felt like rope. He finished her wrists and walked in front of her pulling off his mask. She should have known who it was, Rory, Tim’s best friend and crony. Both men were staring at her now and she felt a real urge to scream and run but she knew that these men would stop her before she made enough noise to attract anyone. She knew she didn’t want to feel that crop again.
Tim and Rory were much alike both about 6 foot tall, blond, with tanned skin from spending their free time at the local beach. Tim was the taller of the two while Rory was the more muscular. Both men were in her English class and she had caught them staring at her chest on more than one occasion. And now here they were standing in her kitchen staring at her naked body and there was nothing she could do about it.
The two men stared admiringly at her for a few moments, and then Tim opened his gym bag and began pulling out ropes and other things, some of which she didn’t recognize. Rory picked up a ball with a leather strap running through it and held it to her lips. “Open wide Teach,” he ordered, and when she didn’t respond fast enough he took her lower jaw in his hand and squeezed it forcing her mouth open. He shoved the bright red ball between her teeth then quickly buckled the leather strap behind her head. Her jaws were forced wide the ball filled her mouth completely. She tried to protest the rough treatment but all that came out was a muffled Mmpht!
Tim meanwhile had taken a piece of rope and tied it to her wrists, letting a long end drag on the ground. The two men picked her up and laid her down on top of her kitchen table, an old heavy wooden piece she had inherited from her grandmother a few years before. It was cold under her bare shoulders and very solid. Tim took the long dangling piece of rope and tied it to a table leg near her feet. Meanwhile Rory had started tying rope to her legs just under her knees, looping the rope many times around her leg. When he had finished both legs he and Tim took the long ends of these ropes and pulled her legs up and wide then tied the ends off to the upper legs of the table Ann lay exposed and spread on the cold table top helpless and afraid.
Once she was secured to the table the two men began to relax, taking off their jackets and making themselves at home. Rory came to her and stared at her chest for a moment before reaching out and running his fingers over her skin. His hand was warm and strong and when he grabbed her breast and tugged at her nipple she shook her head “No! No. no. no.” To her surprise she felt a small thrill as her nipple was fondled and horror that she felt anything but revulsion at his assault.
Tim stood at the foot of the table running the riding crop along the inside of her thigh. She felt herself blushing in total embarrassment. She knew he was looking at her mostly shaved pussy; the way she was tied she could hide nothing. She had always been very selective about whom she slept with and had only had 3 lovers in her life; sex had always been an obligation to her and usually done in the dark and over quickly. She had the feeling there would be nothing quick about what was going to happen to her now.
She wasn’t sure what she expected. The two men continued to tug, rub, and caress her, running hands over her most private places and when Tim’s finger slid inside her pussy she screamed into her gag. He moved his finger in and out probing into her deeply a few times before pulling his finger out and sticking the offending digit into his mouth. “Mmmm, she’s sweet bro,” he told Rory.
The other man came around the table and slid his fingers into her pussy. To her dismay she felt them slide in easily. How could she possibly be aroused by this treatment? The thought made tears come to her eyes in embarrassment. Rory withdrew his fingers tasting them and agreeing with Tim that she did indeed taste sweet. To her surprise the guys stopped fondling her and began talking among themselves. Let’s check this place out Tim said and walked out of the kitchen with Rory in tow. Ann began to struggle fiercely trying to wiggle out of her bonds, if she was going to escape now was her chance.
With a bit of surprise she managed to slip a wrist from the ropes and with as much quiet and speed as she could muster she quickly untied her knees and slipped off the table. Grabbing her blouse and skirt from the floor she made a dash for the back door. The back door to her house opened up onto a large secluded back yard surrounded by high hedges and some scattered woods that lay beyond that. If she could make the trees she felt sure she could get to a neighbor and call for help.
With one hand she tore at the gag filling her mouth, and with the other she fumbled with the deadbolt. With a loud click the lock disengaged and she grabbed the door handle to tug the door open. Strong fingers wrapped into her hair and she was yanked backwards into the kitchen.
“Hey, Tim!” Rory called, sliding a hand over the lips she had just managed to get ungagged. “She almost got away.” Tim came into the kitchen in a rush, standing in front of her struggling form. “You need to learn who’s in charge around here,” he said, taking the ball gag that hung around her neck and replacing it in her mouth. Rory held her as Tim picked up his gym bag and gathered up the loose ropes. “Let’s move into the living room,” Tim said.
Rory held her arms firmly and pushed her ahead of him into the living room. She could see that they had closed all her curtains and drapes ensuring that nobody would be looking in. She was taken to the center of the room and held in place while Tim retied her wrists this time cinching them tightly. Then he pulled her elbows back and together as close as they would go and tied them as well. The strict ropes allowed no slack this time.
Tim knelt and tied her ankles firmly together, then forced her to her knees on the carpeted floor. Ann knelt there as the two men gathered themselves setting the gym bag off to one side. Tim pulled a leather flogger from it. Ann trembled at the sight of the leather dangling from Tim’s hand.
“Preves domft!” she cried thru the gag, begging with everything she had. Tim swished the flogger back and forth a few times, its many strands of leather making a solid thumping sound against his leg. Then with no more ado he brought the flogger around and down on her chest. Ann screamed into her gag as he flogged her tits. Rory had grabbed her elbow ropes and was holding her in place. Tim began to walk around her bringing the flogger down on her shoulders and then her bottom. “Lesson one, Teach,” he said. “You are ours. There is no escape.”
Tim tossed the flogger into a empty chair and stood in front of her looking down at her quivering form. Ann had tears running down her cheeks and was looking at him with wide-eyed fright. He reached down and pulled the ball from her mouth. “You gonna run again?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No Tim I won’t, I promise,” she wept. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Tim picked up the flogger again. Raising it he said “You will address us as Sir. Any failure and I will flog your tits. Do you understand?”
Ann cringed. “Yes Sir! I understand.”
Tim smiled. “Very good, Teach. You’re learning your lessons well.”
He dropped the flogger back to the chair and looking down at her beginning to instruct. “You will obey us without question. You will strive to please us. You will not attempt to escape. You will not cover yourself at any time, do you understand?” Ann nodded. Rory grabbed her hair and leaning down, whispered in her ear. “I can’t hear you. “Yes sir!” Ann almost shouted it. “I’m sorry Sir” she said.
“Better.” Tim smiled. “See Rory, she isn’t a total bitch. She just needed some instruction. Isn’t that right Teach?” he asked.
Ann nodded. “Yes Sir.”
The men gave each other a grin and Tim said, “I think she’s learning.”
Rory moved in front of her. “Let’s see what else she can do bro,” he said, as he tugged his zipper down. Reaching in his jeans he pulled his cock out. It was semi-hard and already a good six inches long. Ann had known that something like this was probably going to happen and wasn’t too surprised when he slid his cock to her lips. “Well, Teach?” He was looking down at her.
Ann swallowed and slowly opened her mouth. She knew resisting would be a bad idea and so leaned forward and took the tip of his growing cock into her mouth. Rory moaned as her lips closed over him. She took a bit more in and then began to bob her head slowly up and down on it. She hoped this was right. She did not have much experience at giving head and she didn’t want another flogging. With as much effort as she could she sucked up and down on Rory’s now very hard cock. It had grown to its full size and try as she did she couldn’t get more than half of it into her mouth. She tried to remember what her girlfriends had told her about giving head and ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Looking up into his face she kissed the tip and down its length ending with his balls. Suddenly there was another cock in front of her. “Ya gotta share bro,” she heard Tim say, and then he was sliding his own hard cock into her mouth.
Tim wasn’t as long as Rory but he was wider and his cock was almost too big to fit in her mouth but she opened as wide as she could and managed to take over half of it in. With her head bobbing up and down on it she soon heard him moaning in pleasure. The guys took turns each thrusting into her warm mouth, swapping back and forth until Rory tensed suddenly and then he was shooting cum into her mouth. She had never had this happen before and almost choked. Thankfully he pulled back and the last of his load fell across her tits. Before she could think too much about it Tim’s cock was back in her mouth and she found herself once again sucking and licking. It didn’t take long before Tim was moaning in pleasure. This time she was better prepared when he unloaded with a groan and even managed to swallow the better part of his load. The two men zipped up and dropped onto her couch. Both looked pleased with themselves and Ann continued to kneel, cum dripping down her chest. Feeling totally humiliated she wondered what her next lesson would be.
“I’m starving,” Tim announced after a minute or two. He got up and began to untie her. Ann stayed on her knees as the ropes came off, and when the last one was loosened, he pulled her to her feet. “We’re going to go into the kitchen, Teach,” Tim said, holding her arm, “and you are going to make some dinner for us. Don’t do anything stupid and we’ll have a nice meal.” Ann climbed to her feet stiffly, her knees sore from kneeling.
Walking ahead of the two men into the kitchen she asked “What would you like Sirs?” I have some chicken and some veggies, maybe some rice?” The men agreed and she began to cut up the chicken and warm a pan. Ann kept quiet as she cooked, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself than she had to. The guys talked quietly together and when dinner was served ate in silence, each of them taking turns feeding her bites of food. It didn’t take long to eat and clean up the plates and soon they were back in the living room, Ann on her hands and knees on the coffee table, the guys sitting on the couch. She was being given commands and each time she failed to respond Tim lashed out with the crop across her bare bottom.
“Touch your right tit,” Rory said. Ann reached and cupped the breast. “Brush your nipples across the table,” Tim commanded. She quickly leaned down and ran her nipples across the smooth wood. Again and again she was given commands, mostly simple ones that were easily obeyed, if humiliating.
The guys began to have her do more and more intimate things. Finally she was told to lay on her back, legs spread, and to finger herself. Turning a very bright red she hesitated and Tim was quick to punish her hesitation, bring the stinging crop across her bottom with a sharp smack. Ann rolled to her back stifling a cry and spreading her legs. Reaching down she again hesitated. She had never done this in front of anyone before and the humiliation was great. Tim wasted no time and brought the crop across her tits hard. Obey without hesitation, Tim instructed, running the tip of the crop across one of her nipples. She reached between her legs and found her clit. Rubbing slowly, she couldn’t believe what she was doing. The shame made tears flow from her eyes and she sobbed softly as she rubbed. A few minutes went by and so her surprise she found that she had slowly become quite aroused and her pussy had grown wet and a deep tingle had begun inside her. She rubbed faster. She felt the beginnings of a orgasm building and tried desperately to quell the feeling but to no avail: she was going to cum. Right here. Right now. In front of these two men. The shame was she found she couldn’t stop. Her fingers seemed to have developed a life of their own and she let out a soft moan. Then with a surprising flood of desire the orgasm took her, claiming her world and for a moment she forgot the watching men, the brutal assault, the humiliation, and came.
Laying there gasping for breath, the world came rushing back in. The men, the situation … she felt herself surrender. Turning her head to the men she asked, “Did Sirs enjoy?”
They were smiling at her and she knew that they had enjoyed watching her and the sudden submissive tone in her voice had caught their attention as well. Tim got up and pointed to the stairs.
“Time for bed. You’ll need your rest. It’s going to be a great weekend.”
Ann didn’t know what was going to happen but she knew then that she was going to learn her lessons well, and that from now on things would be different. She had become a willing student.
The End
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