#002 - The Entrapment of Miss Clara
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INFO:
Originally posted: 07 July 2019
Original thread: Teacher Blackmailed
Image source: DeviantArt / Imgur
Original thread: Teacher Blackmailed
Image source: DeviantArt / Imgur
TEXT:
How did I get here? I ask myself this all the time.
My blackmailer had been smart about it. The demands were small at first. Topless selfie. Sluttier shade of lipstick. Don't wear panties to work.
I didn't want to lose my job. So I did what he asked.
But the demands escalated, and escalated.
Every time I stood up to him, he would remind me of the pile of incriminating photos he had on me, that would let school administrators and parents know about the dirty slut teaching their kids.
That pile of polaroids grows every time I do what he asks. But I have no choice but to obey, to be his little plaything.
I hear the crowd of men now, milling outside the door. They're here for the gangbang.
My blackmailer had been smart about it. The demands were small at first. Topless selfie. Sluttier shade of lipstick. Don't wear panties to work.
I didn't want to lose my job. So I did what he asked.
But the demands escalated, and escalated.
Every time I stood up to him, he would remind me of the pile of incriminating photos he had on me, that would let school administrators and parents know about the dirty slut teaching their kids.
That pile of polaroids grows every time I do what he asks. But I have no choice but to obey, to be his little plaything.
I hear the crowd of men now, milling outside the door. They're here for the gangbang.
EXTRA TEXT:
From the blackmailer's POV:
I hear the fluorescent lighting as much as see it when I step into the bare white room. There's only a mattress, a couch and four white walls. Though I'll say, for a backroom of a seedy sex shop, it is surprisingly clean.
She's kneeling on the mattress in nothing but a translucent pink babydoll and purple thong. Already in position. Good. I notice she is sitting directly under the closed-circuit camera, in its blind spot. Clever girl. But not half as clever as she thinks she is.
Wordlessly, she lifts her hands in front of her when I approach. She knows the drill by now.
"Tonight my love," I say as I tie her wrists together securely with rope, "we'll be meeting a few of my friends."
Her eyes flick up in panic. "No," she pleads. "Please, don't make me do this."
I sigh indulgently. Somehow, after all we've been through, she still plays the good girl.
"Come now, Clara. We've danced this dance before." Her eyes track the folder as I draw it from my briefcase.
"Which one do you think Mr Harrison would like best?" I reach out into the folder, taking out polaroids at random and flicking them onto the bare mattress. Her face is in every single one.
Removing her thong, in the middle of a striptease. "This one?"
"Or maybe this one?" Legs splayed, on her back as I fucked her cunt.
"I think Mrs Reeves would be quite partial to this one, don't you think?" On her knees, with thick ropes of cum in her open mouth.
"And this one has your beloved Mr Castillo's name on it." Her face screwed in the ecstasy of orgasm, with my cock plundering her ass.
She's shaking with shame, but I cycle through several other school administrators and polaroids, just to drive home the point.
"Stop," she says softly. "I get it." She looks away, defeated.
Her look of utter helplessness and vulnerability makes me rock hard, and I feel a sudden urge to bend her over and fuck her right there. So I do, pushing her face down among the snapshots of her humiliation. Her pussy is sopping wet as I push into her, the whore. She barely even protests now as I plow into her sopping cunt. She is shutting it out, I'm aware, retreating into her inner sanctum. That's fine. The night's still early. She won't have that luxury, later. She whimpers when I spurt my seed deep in her cunt. Her first creampie of the night, but not her last. Oh no.
She cleans my cock as we wait. She's become quite the expert cocksucker since we began. I continue filling in today's crossword, occasionally using the top of the head as leverage. Her eyes glint with tears of humiliation, but she knows better than to demur.
We don't have to wait for long before there's a knock on the door. Her eyes fly open, and she makes to extricate my cock from her mouth, but I keep a firm hand on the back of her head. "Come in," I say. The guys are all here. More than I anticipated, but the more the merrier, really. The thought of her being defiled in all her holes by so many strangers makes blood rush to my cock again.
At my feet, she grows increasingly distressed as she realizes how many men there are in the room. I scowl down at her as she manages to pop my cock out of her mouth. "S-sir, the pictures," she whispers urgently.
"Oh, yes!" I say, slapping my forehead theatrically. "Gentlemen, have a look at the polaroids on the mattress there. If you see something you like, take it. I have copies. Don't be shy. Like the holes of little miss slut over here, they're yours."
She cries out in alarm, but my hand is already back on her head, and I shove it back down into my crotch, burying my cock in her throat. Black tears run in rivulets down her cheeks as she gags around my manhood.
The final man shuffles in and closes the door behind him. The clank of metal door on concrete frame is like a dinner bell.
She whimpers as a man grasps her hips and positions his fat cock at the entrance of her cunt. Her throat tightens around my cock, and I cum again with a spasm, shooting my jizz down her gullet.
I slip my cock out of her mouth, and let a second man take my place.
Free now, I fetch my camera from my bag. I'll be adding a few more pictures to my collection, before tonight is done.
I hear the fluorescent lighting as much as see it when I step into the bare white room. There's only a mattress, a couch and four white walls. Though I'll say, for a backroom of a seedy sex shop, it is surprisingly clean.
She's kneeling on the mattress in nothing but a translucent pink babydoll and purple thong. Already in position. Good. I notice she is sitting directly under the closed-circuit camera, in its blind spot. Clever girl. But not half as clever as she thinks she is.
Wordlessly, she lifts her hands in front of her when I approach. She knows the drill by now.
"Tonight my love," I say as I tie her wrists together securely with rope, "we'll be meeting a few of my friends."
Her eyes flick up in panic. "No," she pleads. "Please, don't make me do this."
I sigh indulgently. Somehow, after all we've been through, she still plays the good girl.
"Come now, Clara. We've danced this dance before." Her eyes track the folder as I draw it from my briefcase.
"Which one do you think Mr Harrison would like best?" I reach out into the folder, taking out polaroids at random and flicking them onto the bare mattress. Her face is in every single one.
Removing her thong, in the middle of a striptease. "This one?"
"Or maybe this one?" Legs splayed, on her back as I fucked her cunt.
"I think Mrs Reeves would be quite partial to this one, don't you think?" On her knees, with thick ropes of cum in her open mouth.
"And this one has your beloved Mr Castillo's name on it." Her face screwed in the ecstasy of orgasm, with my cock plundering her ass.
She's shaking with shame, but I cycle through several other school administrators and polaroids, just to drive home the point.
"Stop," she says softly. "I get it." She looks away, defeated.
Her look of utter helplessness and vulnerability makes me rock hard, and I feel a sudden urge to bend her over and fuck her right there. So I do, pushing her face down among the snapshots of her humiliation. Her pussy is sopping wet as I push into her, the whore. She barely even protests now as I plow into her sopping cunt. She is shutting it out, I'm aware, retreating into her inner sanctum. That's fine. The night's still early. She won't have that luxury, later. She whimpers when I spurt my seed deep in her cunt. Her first creampie of the night, but not her last. Oh no.
She cleans my cock as we wait. She's become quite the expert cocksucker since we began. I continue filling in today's crossword, occasionally using the top of the head as leverage. Her eyes glint with tears of humiliation, but she knows better than to demur.
We don't have to wait for long before there's a knock on the door. Her eyes fly open, and she makes to extricate my cock from her mouth, but I keep a firm hand on the back of her head. "Come in," I say. The guys are all here. More than I anticipated, but the more the merrier, really. The thought of her being defiled in all her holes by so many strangers makes blood rush to my cock again.
At my feet, she grows increasingly distressed as she realizes how many men there are in the room. I scowl down at her as she manages to pop my cock out of her mouth. "S-sir, the pictures," she whispers urgently.
"Oh, yes!" I say, slapping my forehead theatrically. "Gentlemen, have a look at the polaroids on the mattress there. If you see something you like, take it. I have copies. Don't be shy. Like the holes of little miss slut over here, they're yours."
She cries out in alarm, but my hand is already back on her head, and I shove it back down into my crotch, burying my cock in her throat. Black tears run in rivulets down her cheeks as she gags around my manhood.
The final man shuffles in and closes the door behind him. The clank of metal door on concrete frame is like a dinner bell.
She whimpers as a man grasps her hips and positions his fat cock at the entrance of her cunt. Her throat tightens around my cock, and I cum again with a spasm, shooting my jizz down her gullet.
I slip my cock out of her mouth, and let a second man take my place.
Free now, I fetch my camera from my bag. I'll be adding a few more pictures to my collection, before tonight is done.
COMMENT:
Very unusually for me, the extra text is something entirely from the male POV. Started writing the extra text from the teacher's point of view but quickly realized it would be better from the blackmailer's POV.
I love this picture, by the way. I love the way it tells a story all on its own. I barely had to embellish anything for the caption. (And of course, also that it tells a story I find really hot.) There's a link of the DeviantArt page for the full set on the model's own website, but as the model is now a politician in the Netherlands the website is down. I have a vague memory of seeing other pictures in this set, but even if I did download it at one point I probably don't have it any more. :(
I love this picture, by the way. I love the way it tells a story all on its own. I barely had to embellish anything for the caption. (And of course, also that it tells a story I find really hot.) There's a link of the DeviantArt page for the full set on the model's own website, but as the model is now a politician in the Netherlands the website is down. I have a vague memory of seeing other pictures in this set, but even if I did download it at one point I probably don't have it any more. :(