Into the unknown

The next day, Stacy was stuck in Maths class once again. Putting up with the unscrupulous attentions of Mr Chambers. So far he had groped her ass as she came in, rubbed an obvious tent in his trousers against her shoulder while he 'helped' her with an equation and accidentally dropped an eraser down the front of her top. His favourite student was beginning to worry the creepy, old perv was losing his grip on subtlety… and actually going to get himself fired if someone else reported him. Not that she particularly cared; his particular brand of erotic excitement was starting to seem a little stale to be honest. She was sure she could find someone more inventive in looking to take advantage of her.

For instance… suddenly there was a knock on the door and the looming shape of Mr Gregory appeared. The much more intimidating abuser of his responsibilities as an educator leaned in wearing a mask of 'official school business'.

"Ah, hello Mr Chambers… sorry to disturb your lesson. Is there a Miss Stacy Lee in this class?"

The feigned lack of knowledge was perfectly acted, as was the politeness of the enquiry. For all the world, you never would have guessed the man had stood side by side with the other teacher and fucked the aforementioned schoolgirl senseless, more than once. Mr Chambers, on the other hand, looked like he'd been stung by a wasp. Barely able to restrain his indignation and intrigue over why this co-conspirator was asking for his personal student plaything.

Stacy put her hand up… interested to see where this led, and secretly enjoying the infuriated look on her tormentor's face. She was asked to follow along to the office, with the Geography teacher innocently claiming he had no idea what for. The kind of mild excitement which got an ‘ooooh’ from her fellow classmates, but would be quickly forgotten about in the scheme of things. They had no idea of all the under-boiling connotations at play, and Stacy revelled in that knowledge. While hearing Mr Chambers audibly grinding his teeth as she passed… completely unable to find a reason to object.

Of course, they walked straight on past the door to the office. The teen followed Mr Gregory on through empty corridors towards the sports hall. Wondering all the while what this was about? Presumably Lydia had told him about their little interaction yesterday. She should have guessed the loyal, little sex-doll wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut. Perhaps she’d even just wanted the punishment she would surely have faced. There was a definite streak of masochism inside that oh-so pretty housing.

Sure enough… when they entered the wide, echoing space. It was to spy an audience of one, waiting in the gallery. Lydia was naked, bound and gagged, tied to one of the benches up there, but watching on with what was definitely a smugly-satisfied look on her face. Stacy was now certain that the other teen was sitting on an ass red and glowing, but considered the whole thing worth it as long as she was punished too. A lump did begin to form in her throat a little at the thought of what this highly experienced tormentor might do… but she certainly wasn’t going to show it. Young Miss Lee was more determined than ever to be the most indefatigable slut around. To escape the stale, meaningless grey world that belonged to her parents and break through every taboo and barrier that stood in her way. If that meant taking a few sharp lashes upon the rear every now and then, then so be it!

Mr Gregory led her over to the only other point of interest in the room: A large, low gymnastics vaulting horse set up right at the very centre.

“Hop up on there then, Stace…” He commanded, without a hint of suspicion she might disobey. No other indication of what might be about to occur was given, so the schoolgirl decided she might as well apply some cheeky confidence of her own.

“Should I strip down first?” She asked, as if discarding all of her clothing in front of a teacher was the most natural course of events imaginable.

The large, muscular man refused to be drawn in though. He simply shrugged and said “If you wish…” while uncoiling a considerable length of rope from under the equipment itself.

Thus Stacy clambered up completely without clothing, onto the long, padded object. She allowed the teacher to tie her hands behind her back and wrap a coil of rope round and around her upper body, squeezing her bare breasts into the upper surface of the thing. Then he pulled her legs open, securing each ankle to a separate leg of the v-shaped supports.

When all was said and done, Stacy found herself completely unable to wriggle by even the tiniest margin. She was bound face down to the already-sweaty surface of this worn and battered gym equipment, and could only look around by straining her neck or resting on chin or cheek. What surprised her, was that as yet no blows upon her exposed buttocks seemed forthcoming. Instead, the next order of business seemed to be securing Lydia in the exact same position, opposite. The glaring teen seemed just as confused by this turn of events, ending up with her face mere inches from the one she had been attempting to have punished. They could almost lock lips, if both turned their head the right way… but neither had any idea just where Mr Gregory was going with this particular game of torture. Each had been trained well enough by now, in the ways of being these older men’s playthings, to simply wait patiently for the answers to all their questions.

Suddenly… the world went dark. The geography teacher had fetched the tight, zip-up covering which went over this object at night. The two girls were trapped in a hot, close world of each other’s expelled breaths, while their uncovered rear-ends remained bathed in cool air. In one fell stroke, Mr Gregory had created an ungainly-looking centaur; with two fresh, teen pussies at either end. The sounds of movement went quiet, outside that claustrophobic pocket of already staling air. Lydia and Stacy sought out the slight glints of each other’s eyes in deep red darkness… and wondered what on earth was going to happen next.