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From: an38852@anon.penet.fi (Steven Edwards)
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Subject: Louise's Awakening: Pt7 - Betrayal
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Date: Thu, 13 Jan 1994 18:59:00 UTC
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Hi,

I hope y'all still like Louise after this chapter.

All comments are welcome. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have 
read access to the alt.sex hierarchy, so you will have to email me.

Cheers,

Steve Edwards

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Copyright Steve Edwards, January 1994. 

Warning: The following is a work of fiction, which hopefully you will find 
erotic.  All characters and places are figments of the author's imagination 
and any resemblence to real events is purely coincidental. It contains 
explicit material not suitable for minors. Please remember that this is just 
a fantasy. In real-life always practice safe-sex, or remain faithful to a 
faithful partner. 

It may be distributed electronically and archived, but only with these 
disclaimers and byline attached. It may not be sold for profit, except 
by me. :-)

                                Louise's Awakening

          7. Betrayal

            Louise woke early with a pressing need to relieve herself.
          She definitely shouldn't have drunk so much coke last night,
          there was no way that she could survive until she met Sir
          before school. The only option was to go to the bathroom and
          climb into the bath. It felt strange relieving herself there,
          but as much as she hated it, she had no choice. Afterwards
          she washed thoroughly under the shower, especially the
          chastity-belt. Water was able to get under it and clean her,
          although, as she had expected, she wasn't able to direct an
          umimpeded jet of water onto her clitoris. It felt really
          strange showering while still wearing panties, and even
          stranger drying herself afterwards.

            Refreshed, Louise made her way down to breakfast. Samantha
          was already up, and welcomed her with a shy smile. Mrs
          Marshall was also about, busying herself with some chore or
          other. While Mrs Marshall was out of the room, Samantha
          leaned over and whispered that she had masturbated herself to
          three climaxes last night thinking about Louise's
          predicament. The image of Samantha's body arching on her bed
          thinking of her was rather erotic, and it was the morning's
          first twist of the erotic knife which was torturing Louise.

            Nevertheless, Louise was still relatively unaroused by the
          time she reached Sir's office. However, as she stood before
          his desk waiting for him to speak, Louise began to feel again
          excitement at her situation. When he eventually spoke it was
          to order her to strip so that he could see her wearing only
          her chastity-belt. Feeling surprisingly nervous, Louise
          started to unbutton her white blouse. Andrew was the only boy
          who had seen her breasts, and Louise felt extremely shy about
          baring them to a man; especially to such a detached teacher.
          She hesitated about reaching behind her to unclasp her bra,
          but when Mr Williamson said nothing to excuse her, she
          eventually did so. She was very aware that the movement
          caused her breasts to thrust forward. As the bra fell from
          place, and she dropped it on the chair, Louise knew that it
          wasn't the cold that had caused her nipples to perk-up into
          such tight buttons. Was she mistaken or had she heard Sir
          gasp slightly as her breasts swung free? The feeling of power
          excited her. She might only be a school-girl, but her sexy
          body meant that she would never be powerless.

            Louise watched the growing bulge in Sir's pants as she
          unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. She smiled secretly to
          herself as she turned away from him, and thrust her bottom
          out as she bent over to untie her shoes and remove them and
          her school socks. She could tell from the electricity in the
          air that she was turning him on. She was also turning herself
          on. Turning around to face him, Louise stood in the middle of
          the office clad only in the black leather panties which were
          fixed in place by the integrated straps and buckles and a
          little padlock. Her breasts rose and fell gently with her
          panting.

            "Have you found that the belt has kept you chaste?", Sir
          asked, his eyes searching her face. Louise blushed, and
          admitted that she hadn't been able to come, deliberately
          choosing not to reveal that it had kept her chaste in a
          literal sense as well. He looked pleased at the news. "Have
          you been horny?", he asked. Louise admitted that she had
          been, adding the adjective "Awfully!" with some feeling
          afterwards. However, she wasn't too horny at the moment, and
          she wasn't going to beg for satisfaction.

            To her surprise however, Sir offered her pleasure without
          her needing to ask. Louise quickly thanked him! Her eyes
          widened in wonder however when Sir produced a white plastic
          object from the desk draw. He turned a knob on its base and a
          soft purring filled the silence. It was a vibrator! Louise
          had never seen one before, not even in a magazine. She'd
          heard of them of course. However, she'd never imagined that
          they were so big! It was with some apprehension that she
          obeyed Sir's beckoning to approach him. Louise suddenly felt
          very unsure of herself again, very much the school-girl
          rather than the femme-fatale.

            Louise held her breath as the vibrating object approached
          her breast, and gasped aloud as it made contact with her
          straining nipple. Electricity shot through her body and her
          knees felt weak. Sir moved the tip of the vibrator backwards
          and forwards over her right nipple. As he did so it reddened
          even more, and the areolae wrinkled in arousal. Louise
          starred mesmerised, her hands touching the desk to steady
          herself. Sir moved it to her other nipple. Her moan of
          pleasure was uncontrollable. Just as the sensation was
          getting too intense he swapped the vibrator back to her first
          nipple. The alternating pleasure was making her very wet.

            Eventually, as Louise was beginning to think it was torture
          not pleasure, Sir moved the vibrator and trailed it down her
          stomach to the waist-band of the chastity-belt. With his
          other hand he opened the padlock, loosened the buckles, and
          lowered the panties. Freed, Louise couldn't help trying to
          thrust her pussy up to the throbbing device. There was a
          chance to climax at long last! Nevertheless, as the white
          monster moved over her clitoris to start to slide between her
          slick pussy-lips, Louise couldn't help becoming concerned. It
          was so big.

            "Ahhh, Sir, um, you know that I'm a virgin don't you?",
          Louise informed him with embarrassment, worried that he would
          try to put it in her. He was already moving the tip backwards
          and forwards into her vagina: it was heavenly! "Don't worry:
          it's not as wide as your three fingers I found you with up
          your cunt the other day.", he said, brushing aside her
          concerns. Actually, by that time, Louise wasn't worried
          anymore. The pulsating device was creating waves of pleasure,
          and she was so wet, and from the way that it was moving it
          was obviously slipping in and out with no problems. "Ah, Ah,
          ahhh", Louise gasped uncontrollably. Without withdrawing the
          vibrator, Sir pushed Louise back till she was sitting then
          lying across the desk. Instinctively, her knees came up and
          parted to give him easy access to her pussy.

            "So you couldn't make yourself come?", Sir re-asked,
          seeking to make Louise verbalise her frustration and arousal.
          "Ah, no sir, ... ohhh", Louise gasped, "even Amy couldn't
          make ....". Louise stopped herself. She had just realised
          what she had said. Sir had noticed it too, although he didn't
          stop wielding the vibrator as a dildo as he interrogated
          further. "Amy couldn't make ... what? Couldn't make you come?
          Is that what you were going to say?", he demanded.

            "Ohhh, ahhh, No sir", Louise denied, having trouble
          concentrating on the question. The vibrator was so wonderful,
          it was filling her, stretching her, and it was throbbing and
          throbbing. She could feel its vibrations through her vagina
          on her clitoris. She was nearly there, nearly! "Don't lie to
          me!", Sir snapped, thrusting the vibrating in and out even
          faster. "You let some girl try to masturbate you didn't
          you?". "Yesss", Louise wailed, lost in her growing pleasure.
          "Who was the girl? Your friend Amy Marshall?", Sir guessed.
          "Yesss", Louise gasped again, not fully appreciating that
          she'd just betrayed her friend.

            Louise wailed. She couldn't believe it. On the last outward
          slide, Sir had removed the vibrator completely. Her hips
          bucked off the desk in search of it but it was gone. She
          started to move her hands to her pussy but he slapped them
          away. She was so horny she was drumming her heels on the
          desk. He couldn't stop now! Not when she was so close! And
          after so long! He just couldn't! It was inhuman! She panicked
          the next moment when she felt him raising the chastity-belt
          back up her legs. She was not going to wear that again, no
          way! Nevertheless, he was so strong that he lifted her bottom
          at the appropriate moment in spite of her struggles and the
          panties were locked back in place. Knowing it was futile, her
          fingers still descended on its crotch, trying in some way to
          send sensations through it to her clitoris. Sir simply stood
          and watched her for a minute.

            Then he said, "Bring your lesbian lover Amy Marshall to me
          here this lunch time and help me fit a chastity-belt on her,
          and then, perhaps, I will let you come".

            Louise was horrified, what had she done? She'd betrayed
          Amy! But would she put her through the torment that she was
          suffering, just to slate her own frustration? She didn't
          know. She was feeling so horny! Then Sir asked her to dress
          again, and leave for her first lesson.

            Louise worried about what she would do all the morning. She
          was feeling strung out. Her body ached with unfulfilled need.
          Nevertheless, she wasn't the kind of person to deliberately
          betray a friend. On the other hand, more than even the
          promise of release for herself, the real temptation was the
          image of sweet Amy rolling about with frustration because her
          pussy was locked up in a leather chastity-belt. Perhaps she
          could just invite Amy to go with her to Mr Williamson's
          office. She wouldn't be misleading her. It wasn't her fault
          what Amy let Mr Williamson do to her once she was there.
          Suppressing her conscience, Louise rationalised her actions.

            Amy was willing to go with Louise to see Mr Williamson at
          lunch time. She was intrigued over the hold that he had over
          her friend so that she allowed him to lock her up and take
          away her freedom to pleasure herself. She intended to wait
          outside and listen through the door at what happened. As
          Louise knocked on the office door, Amy hung back halfway down
          the corridor looking at the Sports' notice-board. Somehow or
          other though, when he opened the door, he seemed to sense she
          was with Louise, and he invited her in as well. She couldn't
          very well refuse a teacher's request.

            Standing with Louise before Mr Williamson's desk, Amy was
          feeling rather nervous. What was going to happen? She was
          amazed at what actually happened, for he asked Louise to open
          her blouse and show them her breasts and Louise actually
          started to obey! Amy watched with growing arousal as her
          friend's breasts come into view with their delicate
          pinnacles. They looked lewd poking out her school blouse like
          that! Amy was completely dumbfounded though when Sir turned
          to her and told her to lick Louise's nipples. She'd done it
          in front of Andrew before, but this was a teacher! "I ...,
          um, ... I don't ..., I'm not ... um ... I couldn't", she
          stammered. She didn't want everyone knowing about her lesbian
          activities.

            "Do it!", Sir demanded, "Louise has already told me you
          like to". Stung by his words, Amy moved towards Louise, but
          she looked reproachfully into her eyes. Nevertheless, as she
          took one of Louise's nipples into her mouth, she couldn't
          deny that this was just what she had been wanting to do as
          Louise had revealed them. Louise was feeling really wretched
          for having let their secret slip out, and not even the
          wonderful sensations from Amy's tongue were enough to enable
          her to forget her guilt. At least, not initially. But Amy's
          incessantly moving and probing tongue was irresistible. It
          was hard to think of anything with her friend working on her
          nipples.

            While Amy was busy, Sir was commenting on how they were
          "lesbian sluts" and "wicked hussies", but his surreptitious
          rubbing of his bulge was evidence that his admonitions
          weren't heartfelt, but were only for effect. Eventually, he
          said, "Amy is really enjoying this lesbian sex isn't she!
          Lift her skirt Louise and let's reveal her wantonness!".
          While Amy continued to suck and pull on her nipples Louise
          did as requested. Sir was delighted as Amy's passion drenched
          knickers came into view. He came up behind her and slowed
          pulled her panties down, inhaling deeply the intoxicating
          aroma of aroused pussy.

            Stepping back, he commanded Amy to go and lay on the desk
          with her legs apart. Then he directed Louise to go and lick
          her pussy. Amy closed her eyes as she lay there waiting for
          Louise's lips to descend. It was hard to comprehend how
          quickly she had ended up like this in front of a hunky male
          teacher!

            As Louise knelt before the desk and brought her lips down
          on Amy's left inside knee, she had the perfect view of Amy's
          pussy. The passion swollen inner-labia were engorged and
          slightly parted, forming an enticing gash of pink in Amy's
          brunette jungle. Sensuously, Louise trailed her tongue up her
          thighs. As she reached her destination she used her fingers
          to part Amy's labia and then buried her tongue in the moist
          flesh. Louise thrilled to hear Amy's responding moan. She
          probed deeply into her vagina, twirling her tongue over the
          sensitive ridges, and enjoying Amy's taste. Louise pinched
          her own nipples as she licked, her excitement growing with
          Amy's. Adjusting her position slightly, Louise ran her tongue
          up and down Amy's pussy, until her tongue felt the nubbin
          which was Amy's clitoris. This she proceeded to attack
          mercilessly: flicking it with her tongue up and down, and
          side to side; sucking it into her mouth, strumming its hood,
          and then ignoring it for awhile until Amy's next whimper of
          frustration. In this way Amy was brought to the very pinnacle
          of pleasure.

            At which point Sir stopped Louise and told her to go and
          hold Amy's arms. Amy was so busy writhing, arching, and
          demanding satisfaction, that she didn't really notice the
          chastity-belt until it was nearly in position. By then it was
          too late, and to her horror she realised that she was now
          locked up like Louise. Louise stood back pulling hard on her
          own nipples as she watched her friend go through the panicky
          motions of checking the belt's effectiveness. Panic and
          motions which she knew only too well. Louise didn't copy Amy,
          although her own clitoris was throbbing like mad and she too
          was terribly horny, for she knew the futility of Amy's
          efforts. Now they were both completely at Sir's mercy.

            It quickly became obvious that there wasn't time for Sir to
          pay Louise her thirty-pieces of silver and give her release,
          for lunch time was nearing an end. Hence, after dressing and
          a trip to the rest-rooms to freshen up, they returned to
          their classroom equally frustrated. It was nice having
          someone to share the feelings with, except that each other's
          plight kept on exciting them, and so only heightened their
          frustration. Louise apologised for her betrayal, and
          explained how it had happened. Amy, in spite of her
          frustration, forgave her.

            That evening was to be the last that Louise was to
          stay-over with Amy, as her parents had finished decorating
          her room. It was not the climax to her stay that they had
          initially planned; only Samantha was able to come, while
          Louise and Amy could only work themselves up into a fever of
          arousal which was essentially unsatisfying. Samantha had read
          about women who were able to climax from only having their
          breasts played with, however after an hour of very sensual
          arousal all they achieved were wet pussies and rather sore
          nipples.


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