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"I don't really think that..." she started to protest but stopped as
she noticed that her body was doing exactly what it had been told. Her
hand reached out and twisted the lock button. Her feet turned and
began walking towards her desk. A look of fear replaced the confusion
and Paul could actually see her trying to will her rebellious body to
stop doing what it was doing.
He cursed himself for having forgotten again to say that nothing was
unusual. When was he ever going to remember that? He opened his mouth
to give the command and then stopped, deciding on the spur of the
moment to treat Maureen a little bit differently. After all, this was
the woman that had made a career out of tormenting others, out of
stabbing them in the back, out of spreading vicious rumors. She was,
to put it mildly, a bitch. Why should she deserve the courtesy of
having her fears calmed? He continued to omit the "nothing is unusual"
statement for the time being.
"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded of him as she found
herself standing before his desk. "Why did I just do that?"
"Because boss," he said. "For various reasons that need not be
discussed right here and right now, I am able to control you." He
projected at her. "You will answer all of my questions truthfully."
"Yes I will," she said, "but, how... what... what the hell?"
"You need not give me any side comments," he commanded. "Just stick to
the facts of the matter. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do," she told him, despite her plainly seen attempts to NOT
answer.
"Good," he said, looking up at the ceiling and gathering his thoughts.
Here he had Maureen before him and an entire hour with which to do as
he pleased. So what to do? What to ask? How to program? Despite his
guilt at earlier sessions with Julie and Laura, that emotion was now
completely absent from his mind. When it came right down to it, he
hated this bitch and it was time for some payback.
"Now then," he finally asked, deciding to get right to the meat of the
matter, "how often do you and your husband have sex with each other?"
"As little as I can get away with," she told him, her eyes widening in
fear at what was coming out of her mouth. "Jack is easily
controllable. I can usually keep him confined to less than once a
month."
"Once a month?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "That's truly amazing."
She was trembling now, in obvious panic at what was happening. Paul
decided to let her hang that way for just a little longer.
"Do you have other lovers?" he asked her next.
"No," she told him.
"No?" he asked, in disbelief even though he knew she was telling the
truth. "Why not?"
"I hate sex," she said. "I only use it to get what I want from men."
"Interesting," he said, nodding a little. "So you probably don't give
many blow jobs then?"
"No."
"You ever take it up the ass?"
"Certainly not!"
"Does the Assemblyman ever munch out your muff?"
"Of course not!"
"So what does he do when you let him fuck you?" Paul wanted to know.
"He gets on top of me, puts it in, and then fucks me," she said
angrily, still trembling at the knowledge that she was answering all of
these questions. "That's how people fuck!"
"And how long does it usually last?"
"A minute or two," she replied.
"Pathetic," he commented, shaking his head a little. "Completely
pathetic."
She said nothing to him, just stood there and trembled.
"Why do you enjoy tormenting Terry and I so much?" he asked her next.
"I mean, you're a bitch to everyone but you seem to be the bitchiest to
us. Why is that?"
"Because you're happy," she said simply.
"Because we're happy?" he asked.
She said nothing, simply glared at him in anger and fear. He realized
that his question had not been specific enough for her programming.
"Elaborate upon what you mean by that," he commanded her.
"I HATE seeing couples that are happy," she told him. "It drives me
crazy with envy and jealousy. You see, I convinced myself a long time
ago that there was no such thing as love and that men were only useful
as appendages to help elevate a career. That is why I dated and
married my husband. That is why I dated every man that I ever dated.
So they could do something for me. When I see a couple that is happy
together, like you and Terry are, all I want to do is destroy them for
having something that I don't have."
"Isn't that kind of a petty attitude?" he asked her.
"Yes," she replied, "but I'm a petty person."
Paul laughed a little, enjoying himself immensely. In truth, Maureen
had told him nothing that he hadn't already known. "You know," he said
thoughtfully, "I think a little punishment is in order for you. Don't
you think you should be punished for what you have done?"
"No," she said.
"Yes you do," he told her, giving a little push.
"Yes," she agreed, shuddering a little. "I do."
"I'm glad you agree." He stood up, walking around his desk towards
her. "You will allow me to do anything I please to you," he commanded,
leaving out the part about her enjoying it. He didn't figure that she
deserved that part. "And you will do to me whatever I command. Is
that understood?"
"Yes," she replied fearfully.
"Good," he said, reaching out and letting his fingers touch her face.
She obviously wanted to pull away from his touch but she did not.
Despite her hard exterior, her skin was smooth and soft. He slid his
finger across her cheekbones and under her chin, finally circling her
lips.
"Suck my finger," he told her. "Suck it like a cock."
Obediently she took it into her mouth. He felt her wet tongue
caressing it, her mouth applying gentle suction. In his pants his
dick, which had been semi-hard since she'd entered the room, sprung to
a full and complete erection. He let her suck it for a few minutes and
then pulled it free. It was dripping wet with her saliva.
"Is this turning you on?" he asked her.
"No," she said. "It's humiliating."
"Good," he replied, smiling a little. "Punishment should be
humiliating. Get on your knees before me."
Chewing her lip a little in nervousness she dropped down as commanded,
her nyloned legs resting on the tiled floor. She looked up at him,
knowing what he was going to tell her next.
"Undo my pants and take out my cock," he said. "And do it gently.
Your goal is to make me feel good."
She reached forward and undid his belt with trembling hands. She then
popped the button on his pants and unzipped them. His erection tented
the white underwear beneath and she groaned a little as she caught
sight of it. Letting his pants drop down to his feet she slid her
fingers into his underwear and pulled them down, baring his cock.
"Have you ever given a handjob before?" he asked her, resisting the
urge to drive the head between her lips.
"Yes," she said. "Many times."
"Oh? When?"
"In high school mostly," she said. "I found I could string my
boyfriends along for the longest time as long as I jacked them off once
in a while. If you make a man come, he'll stay with you."
"Interesting philosophy," he said. "And why did you want these boys to
stay with you if you didn't like sex?"
"Because they were rich and had nice cars," she said. "I could be seen
with a lawyer's son, or a doctor's son in a Porsche or a Corvette. All
I had to do was make out with them, let them feel my tits, and then
jack them off. That would usually take care of them for a couple of
months."
"Very calculating," he said. "Show me how you did it."
She reached up with her right hand and grasped his penis, her warm
digits surrounding it. She began to softly slide her palm up and down,
slowly at first and then with increasing speed and pressure. It felt
very good. Obviously her technique was designed to give maximum
pleasure, therefore making the operation as short as possible.
"Nice Maureen," he said, looking down into her face. "Very nice. But
I'm sure that at some point you progressed to giving blow jobs, didn't
you?"
"Yes," she said, continuing to jack him up and down, altering her
rhythm and speed. "After a while they inevitably got tired of just my
handjobs. Usually I would just break up at that point. But if they
were someone I really wanted to stay with longer, like someone with a
LOT of money, I would be forced to blow them."
"Let's see how you did it," he commanded.
With a sigh and a slight tremble of fear, she leaned forward and took
him into her mouth. Her lips were soft upon him, her tongue wet and
warm. She applied gentle suction while she moved her mouth up and
down. Simultaneously she continued her jacking motion with her hand.
Again her technique was similar to that of an experienced whore. Her
goal was to get the task over with as soon as possible.
Paul leaned back and enjoyed her blowjob for quite some time. Under
ordinary circumstances the combination of having his bitchy boss
catering to his sexual demands coupled with the skill of her mouth
would have had him blasting off in no time. But the fact that his
nether regions had been receiving quite a workout lately - including an
incredible three orgasms the day before - insured that he remained in
firm control.
"Deep throat," he told her. "I want to feel some deep throat."
Instantly she removed her hand and swallowed him whole, moving her
mouth down until it was nestled in his pubic hair. Applying the
teasing suction that she favored she then pulled back up, making him
feel it inch by exquisite inch.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, letting his hand drop down to the back of her
head. "Do that some more."
She did it some more, bobbing up and down with the assistance of his
hand. He let his fingers curl through her hair, dislodging the clip.
He grabbed the hair roughly, using it as a lever to guide her
ministrations. She whimpered a little from around his cock, partially
in pain, partially in fear. He paid no attention. Wet, slurping
sounds drifted up and a steady stream of her saliva pattered to the
floor.
She continued to deep throat him until he felt the first strains of
orgasm began to manifest. At that point he pulled his dick free of her
mouth, not wanting to come in this manner. But with a cry of alarm
Maureen chased after it in a near panic, shoving her oral cavity back
down upon it almost desperately and nearly knocking him off balance in
the process.
"What the hell?" he asked as she put her hands on his ass and resumed
deep throating him. She did not answer, just continued her work. Only
after he pulled free again and the same motion was repeated did he
realize why she was doing it. She was simply obeying his last command
and would continue to obey it until he told her otherwise. What would
happen, he wondered, if he were to suffer a heart attack and die while
she was blowing him? What would become of her then? Would she
continue to fellate his corpse until the police forcibly dragged her
off of him? Would she then go insane because she was unable to
complete her assigned task? He thought it entirely possible.
"Stop sucking me off," he commanded, pulling his dick free one last
time. This time she let it go, looking up at him with a miserable
expression on his face. He smiled down at her. "Well that was
certainly a pleasurable experience. Did you enjoy it as well?"
"No," she said. "I hated it."
"Good, good," he said, stepping away from her. "But it's time to move
on to the next phase of our little meeting now."
He walked around to the front of his desk, walking gingerly in the
manner that a man does when his pants and underwear are around his
ankles. He opened up the middle drawer and removed a small bottle of
hand lotion. Like most teachers, male and female alike, he kept such a
thing in his desk to help combat the chronic skin dryness that came
from constantly handling chalk. Today however, he had a different use
for it. Maureen, seeing what he had in his hands, seemed to gleam what
the purpose was going to be. She began to whimper again as he worked
his way back around to her.
"Stand up," he told her. "It's time for your REAL punishment now."
With a fresh bout of trembling she raised to her feet.
"Lean over my desk," he said, "and raise your butt up in the air."
She bent over, putting her elbows on the surface. Her dress rode up as
she did this, displaying the backs of her nyloned legs to mid thigh.
He could not resist running his hands over the tight firmness of them,
scratching his fingernails over the nylon.
"Very nice Maureen," he said appreciatively. "You really do have quite
a little body."
She said nothing in return, only whimpering a few more times.
He grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over her waist,
revealing her firm ass, which was covered with the black panty portion
of her hose. Above the waistband he could see the skin of her back.
He ran his finger over the flesh for a moment, marveling at its
softness before inserting his hands beneath the band. With a tug he
pulled the pantyhose down, exposing her pale buttocks. They were
smooth and unlined, a very attractive set of cheeks. He continued to
push the hose downward until her entire rear-end was bare. He then
began to caress her cheeks, feeling the firmness of them, giving them
little squeezes of appreciation.
When he tired of this fondling he removed his hands from her. "Spread
your cheeks for me," he commanded.
Maureen, with a little sniff, adjusted herself on the desk so her chest
was supporting her. She reached back with her manicured hands and
grabbed her butt cheeks, spreading them obscenely apart. Her puckered
brown anus came into view, as did the very bottom of her pussy. Paul
took a moment to slide his fingers into her slit, testing the waters.
Her opening was dry. That was unsurprising.
"I'm gonna fuck you up the ass now Maureen," he told her, opening his
hand lotion and squirting a dab of it into his hand. He began to
spread it over his turgid cock. "I'm gonna put my cock in that little
virgin asshole and fuck you until I come. What do you think of that?"
"I'm scared," she whimpered. "I don't want you to do it."
"Well, I never wanted you to constantly bitch at me," he countered,
adding a little more lotion to his cock. "And I never wanted you to
separate my wife and I at lunch period just because you could. And I
never wanted you to spread vicious rumors about me. But you did all
that anyway, didn't you?"
"Yes," she said, crying now.
"And do you think that having me fuck you up the ass is an apt
punishment for the way you have treated others over the years?"
"Yes," she said, having been commanded to tell the truth.
"Then we're in agreement," he said. "Spread those cheeks a little
wider if you will. It's time to play."
Obediently she opened herself up even further to him. He stepped
forward, slippery cock in hand, and placed the head up against her back
door. He did not bother moving slow. Not for the likes of Maureen.
He pushed forward, grasping her hips for leverage and forced himself
inside, feeling the tight, spasming orifice squeezing him almost
painfully.
"Owwww!" Maureen cried as he entered her.
"Quiet," he told her, concerned about her voice carrying outside.
"Just lay there and take your punishment."
With that he began to thrust in and out of her unbelievably tight
asshole, pivoting his hips forward and back, his hands squeezing at her
cheeks. She grunted with each of his thrusts but said nothing. When
the lubrication started to dry up, he dribbled on some more. After a
few moments she loosened up a little, partially from the stretching of
her tissues, partially from learning that it hurt less if she didn't
clench. This allowed him to pick up the pace, creating an exquisitely
pleasant friction.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, looking down and seeing his cock sliding rapidly
in and out of that small opening. Though this was a visually
stimulating sight in and of its own right, it had nothing on the whole
picture of his bitchy boss lying over his desk and opening herself for
him. This was more than just an act of sex; this was an act of
domination. He grabbed her tighter and began to thrust faster.
"I'm gonna come in your ass Maureen," he told her. "I'm gonna shoot my
come right up your asshole."
She said nothing, just continued to grunt at him as he fucked her.
He felt the spasms begin in earnest once more and soon he reached the
point of no return. His thrusts became erratic as waves of dark
pleasure spread outward. With a grunt he began to blast his load into
her bowels. Her grunts became a little louder as she felt his seed
battering her insides.
When he pulled his cock out a moment later it was dripping with a
brownish white tinge of fluid with little specks of blood mixed in. He
took a step backward, taking one last look at Maureen in her submissive
position. Her asshole was swollen and battered and still wide open.
"Get back on your knees before me," Paul told her.
Without even attempting to straighten her clothing out, she raised off
of the desk and lowered herself to the floor once more. Tears were
running down her cheeks.
"Clean my cock with your mouth," he told her. "Suck every last drop of
that off of me."
Though she seemed to gag a little at the very thought, she
unhesitatingly leaned forward and took him into her mouth once more.
She began to lick and slurp at him. It took about two minutes but
finally his cock was a nice clean, pink cylinder once again. It was
also back up to full erection from the sensation of her mouth upon it.
He debated giving her a more conventional fuck to relieve this latest
hard-on but quickly decided against it. He did not want to take the
chance of actually imparting any pleasure upon her. Besides, there
were much more worthy targets for his attention later in the day. No
sense wasting any more precious orgasms with the likes of her. He
commanded her to put his cock away and to button him back up.
"Now stand up and fix your clothes," he told her next.
Still sniffing, she did this, pulling up her pantyhose and then
straightening her skirt out. Paul sat on the edge of his desk and
watched her, his mind thinking about what he was going to do next.
"You will never tell anyone about what happened in here today," he
commanded her. "You will not tell them verbally, in writing, through
innuendo, or through any other means. Even if you are tortured, even
if you are hypnotized, even if they some day develop practical
telepathy, you will never tell anyone what happened here. You will
also not tell anyone that I have the power to control you."
"Okay," she squeaked.
"You will remember this episode as punishment for the way you treat
those who work under you. You will remember this in your future
dealings with them. If I feel that it is necessary, I will punish you
again. Whether or not you wish to be punished, is up to you."
She chewed her lip a little, not answering him.
"In your dealings with people outside of the school system, you will
behave as you always have. In fact, you will not even remember this
episode or my power when you are not in your capacity as a member of
the school district."
"Okay."
He paused for a moment, trying to think if he had left anything out.
Had all of the bases been covered? It seemed they had but, as he had
learned, there was always something, wasn't there?
"There is just one other thing," he told her, "and then I'll let you
go."
She nodded, eagerness appearing on her face for the first time.
"I think that Terry deserves to punish you for your deeds as well,
don't you?"
"Yes," she couldn't help but say. She was still under the command to
tell the truth.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he grinned. "Here's what you are going
to do." With that he began to give her a careful set of instructions.
When he was done, she walked to the door and left the room. She was
walking funny as she went.
++++
"So I was wondering," Terry told Laura outside of Laura's classroom,
"if maybe you wanted to go out and catch a movie tonight?" It was the
brief period between the end of the first lunch period and the
beginning of the next. Around them students streamed either towards
the cafeteria or away from it.
"You want to go to a movie?" Laura asked, a little confused but also
feeling a little thrill of excitement worm through her lower regions.
"You've never asked me before. I'm always the one to ask."
Terry smiled a little nervously. "Or maybe," she said saucily, "we
could just skip the movie and go directly to your place."
Laura almost gagged. The excitement that had been gathering below
suddenly took a tremendous leap. Was Terry really asking her what she
thought she was asking her? Moisture flooded her pussy. "My... my...
my place?" she said, her voice trembling. "Do you mean..."
"I think you know what I mean," Terry said, stepping a little closer,
close enough so her body heat could be felt. "I'm anxious to return
all of the favors that you've been doing me."
"Terry," she said, a little breathless. "My god. Are you serious?"
"I'm gonna eat you until you come in my mouth tonight," she whispered,
licking her lips a little with her tongue. "And then... I'm going to
do it again, and again."
Laura began to shiver in desire. "Let's go right now," she said.
"Let's call in sick for the rest of the day and go to my place. We can
be there in fifteen minutes!"
"Patience darling," Terry said with a giggle. "I don't think Maureen
would be very keen on that."
"Fuck Maureen," Laura said. "What's the worst she can do? Let's go
Terry! Please?"
"Sorry dear, we'll have to wait until tonight," she replied, not giving
a hint at how much temptation she felt to accept Laura's offer. Though
she had intended just to suggest a movie date for the night and then,
during it, allow Laura to "seduce" her, her horniness had overridden
her plans. Like her husband the day before, she had been grappling all
day with the visions of her students as she lectured to them. Seeing
those tight young bodies, those tits, those asses, those bulging
crotches of the boys and knowing that she could have any one that she
wished was sending hormones coursing through her body. Her pussy had
been saturated with her secretions since ten minutes into her first
period. As soon as she parted company from Laura she planned to go
lock herself in her classroom and rub off.
"Okay," Laura replied regretfully. "But let's make it an EARLY date.
Like right after school."
"Sounds good," Terry replied, imagining those lips upon her clit. "How
about four o'clock at your place."
"I'll be anxiously awaiting," she breathed. "Anxiously."
"Until then," Laura said, offering one last smile. The two women then
headed off in separate directions.
Terry began to head through the halls, running a few fantasies that she
intended to employ in her masturbation session through her head. The
events that had taken place between her, Julie, and Paul came
immediately to mind, closely followed by the image of Karen Stanislaus,
one of the cheerleaders in her third period class. She wondered if
maybe arranging a threesome between Karen and Rob Clinton, one of the
football players in her second period class would be totally depraved.
But then, she and Paul had agreed that they would leave that word out
of their vocabulary. Hmmm. Maybe tomorrow night she could have Paul...
"Oh Terry," came the voice of Maureen from behind her. "Can I talk to
you for a moment?"
"Shit," she muttered, coming to a halt and turning around. She saw
immediately that Maureen looked different. She seemed to have aged ten
years since she had seen her that morning. What had Paul done to her?
What had he programmed her to be? "Yes Maureen?" she asked cautiously.
Maureen took a quick look around, making sure there were no
eavesdroppers in their midst. "I want to apologize for my behavior
towards you and your husband," she said quietly.
Terry smiled a little. So he had forced her to apologize. Very nice.
"You ARE kind of a bitch Maureen," she said. "But I appreciate your
apology. Thank you."
"I promise I will never behave shamefully towards you again," she said
next.
"That's very nice," Terry told her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need
to..."
"And I have been instructed," she then said, "to offer my services to
you in a sexual capacity as a means of punishment."
Terry hitched in a breath. Had Maureen just said what she thought she
had said? "A sexual capacity?" she asked.
"Specifically," Maureen clarified, "I have been told that you would
enjoy it if I were to lick out your ass for you while you
masturbated." She seemed to wince a little as she said this. "And of
course, I would be available for any other activities that you deemed
appropriate. We can go to your classroom right now if you wish."
Terry's first instinct was to be appalled by what she was being
offered. Paul was really a twisted person if he thought that she would
let this... this bitch perform the most intimate of acts upon her. But
that was only her first instinct. Before she could even work herself
into a proper fury over this, the image of her sitting in her chair,
naked from the waist down, while Maureen stuck her tongue up her ass
and then ate her pussy, forced itself into her mind. It was an image
that was frighteningly appealing.
"Wow," she whispered, feeling a fresh barrage of lubrication flooding
her. "He sure knows me well." Better it seemed, than she knew
herself. She looked at Maureen, who was looking back somewhat
miserably. "Let's go," she said.
++++
Chapter 5 to follow
Gary Cirby
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