Trapped

Dahlia

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I watched Felicity slink into my classroom after the final class of the day, oozing power and confidence with every flowing movement. It was hard looking at her as I thought about Kara.

This wasn't just the girl who was tormenting me - and unknowingly Kara - with blackmail. This was someone Kara had been intimate with. I briefly imagined the pair of them having sex, Kara's lithe body grinding up against Felicity's more curvy figure. The mental image was temptingly hot, but then Kara's words flashed through my mind.

'We crossed boundaries.'

'We hurt each other.'

I frowned, right as Felicity made eye contact with me. If smiles could brighten up a room, then her scowl did the opposite. Still, almost instantly the smirk was back on her face.

"Why hello, pet. I'm curious why you called me."

My fingers ached; I was gripping the armrests of my chair too tightly. With a deep breath, I tried to relax. "Well, Felicity... I don't think this should continue." I had a whole speech planned, about how this was inappropriate and illegal, but in the moment I lost my words. "I... This isn't right. Please just... stop."

Felicity stroked her chin for a moment, strolling over toward my desk. She hopped up onto it, crossing her legs. Her skirt fell strangely across her lap, not sitting neatly flat. I could already smell her perfume from here, a deep, nutty flavor. Peanut? Pecan? I wasn't sure.

"You know, I was thinking the same thing. But, before we stop playing around, I want us to have fun, one last time. How does that sound?" She was leaning forward, lips mere inches from mine. The last thing I wanted to do was to kiss those lips, to 'have fun' with her.

I closed my eyes, and imagined Kara. "Ok," I whispered, my lips pressing forward to try and meet my student's. To my surprise, there was nothing but air in front of me. I opened my eyes, only to find Felicity scowling again.

"Look at me," she said, her voice strained with irritation. "I want you to look at me while we play, that's an order." I swallowed hard, nodding. Gone was my imagined reality where I was about to kiss Kara, now I was left with this world where I had to face my blackmailer.

We kissed, and I held my gaze with hers. There was no love, no passion, no deeper feeling between us, and I could see that that fact was driving Felicity crazy. She'd lost me, and she knew it. She took a step back, grabbing her bag only to pull out some ropes.

"Strip."

She gave the order clearly, and yet I still hesitated. Felicity's hand struck out against my cheek, a sharp stinging pain that immediately resolved into a burning focus. "Ow-- hey!" I sat there slack jawed, rubbing the spot I was sure was reddening quickly. Her foot tapped against the floor, signaling just how impatient she was becoming.

Fine, I resolved to myself. Just one last time, and then I can be with Kara.

I didn't make a show out of it - in fact, I purposefully kept my movements stiff and awkward. Still, Felicity watched me like a hawk. Her gaze never left my body, and as more skin was revealed, she got more excited herself. She ran her tongue over her lips, her hand drifted to her chest and grabbed her breasts, while her other hand slipped down the front of her skirt, playing with her pussy as the fabric ruffled and slid about strangely.

I tried to cover myself, only to be rebuked by her. It seemed she wanted me just to stand there, on display. I could feel my face burning with shame, on top of burning with the pain from her smack. I didn't like this, I didn't want this, but I had to do this to make the future I wanted possible.

Finally, Felicity stopped playing with herself, thankfully. Unfortunately, her attention was turned back to the ropes she had set down on my desk. "Bend over your desk," she barked, her voice ever so slightly shaky. I did as I was told, facing the door and with my rear end pushed out toward the window that I thankfully had obscured with the blinds. "No, not like that... the other side! I want your ass to the door."

I swallowed, slowly moving around the desk. Something... something was wrong, I just couldn't figure out what it was. I assumed the position, and immediately Felicity got to work. My ankles were spread wide, each getting tied to the legs of the desk nearest them. I tested the rope, seeing how much I could move: not very far. My breathing staggered, and I looked up at Felicity as she came around the desk to sit in my chair facing me.

"You see, my little pet..." She started, tying one of my hands to one of the side drawer handles of my desk. "I had a feeling you were going to try and end things with me." My other hand was tied down, to the furthest opposite drawer handle. I was stuck, prone and spread across my desk. Felicity pulled out her laptop, setting it in front of my face. She opened it up, revealing a drafted email.

An email addressed to the dean of students, the department head, and many of my peers and colleagues.

An email saying that there was an urgent matter that needed to be discussed in person at my office, as soon as possible.

My heart sank, and without realizing it my head was shaking side to side while I mumbled the word 'no'. Felicity grinned, stroking my chin. "Yes," she whispered. "I wasn't about to let you be with her of all people. If I can't have you, then I'm going to ruin your life. But first... I'm going to use you, and then everyone will come up here and see your gaping pussy for the first thing when they open the door!"

Horror struck through me, and I began to fight against my restraints. I could feel them tightening, slipping more and more shut until I was unable to move even an inch. Felicity lifted her skirt, revealing the reason it hadn't been sitting normally on her. Tucked into the waistband was her yellow strapless strap on again, and now it popped free and was swinging inches from my face.

It rubbed against my lips, and no matter how I tried to turn my head I couldn't get away from it. "Felicity, I don't want to do this, please stop..." I was nearly in tears, as I pleaded with the girl who was about to not only fuck me, but also ruin my life.

"Tell you what..." she smirked, stroking my cheek. "You let me have my fun with you, and I won't send that email..." My heart soared, and I nodded. "Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

I paused for a moment, before nodding. "I... I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me and use me to get off. Just... don't send that email."

Felicity chuckled, walking around slowly to behind me where I couldn't see her anymore. Then I felt it: the fat, round tip of the strap on against my pussy. I wasn't turned on, and was practically dry as can be there, but that didn't stop her. Slowly, she pushed it in, dragging rubber on flesh. It felt uncomfortable at best, though some moments were truly painful. It was rough, it was abusive to my body, but... it turned me on. I felt so dirty for enjoying her touch, but as much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn't. My heart sped up, my skin flushed, and I could feel her movements become smoother as my slit grew wetter.

I was ashamed, trying to hold back tears as I was fucked. I felt like a disgusting slut, getting off from this horrible woman using my body for her own pleasure. I bounced and jostled along the top of the desk, unable to move much. I was a mere sex toy, to be used for her pleasure. The thought made me tighten up down there, and based on Felicity's moans it must have made her feel good too.

The sounds she was making were building up to a crescendo; her orgasm must have been getting close. She kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, fucking my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I lower my head, just wanting this to be over, wanting nothing more than to be past this. Relief finally came after a few minutes, Felicity's low groan and tight-yet-shaking grip on my ass confirmed she had finally finished. I lay there, panting quietly underneath her for a few minutes.

Almost there.

Almost free.

Felicity pulled out of me abruptly, packing away her strap on into her bag. She came around and sat in front of me, smirking at me. "So, you probably want to be untied now, hmm?" I nodded, glancing at the ropes around my wrists and then at the laptop in front of me. I didn't dare to speak, I just wanted this to be over. "Well," she said, leaning back in my chair. "I don't think you'll be untied. Not by me, anyway."

"Wh-what?" My heart sank, and I looked at her with pleading eyes. To my absolute shock, she clicked send on the email, and a cheerful little chime confirmed it was on its way out into the internet and would shortly be in the inboxes of everyone I didn't want to see me like this. "We... We had a deal!"

Felicity smirked, giving my cheek another smack. I looked up at her through tears, trying to make out her face. "Yeah, well, I lied. Look at it this way, you won't ever have to do anything with me again."

Then, she left. Just grabbed her bag - stuffing all my clothes into it - and walked out of my office. I was stunned, in pain, and with nothing else I could do, I cried.

I cried and cried, lamenting the loss of my career, the loss of Kara's future... and the loss of my future together with Kara. I kept crying, tugging fruitlessly at my bonds. Even if I could get free, I'd be naked with people on their way here to see me. There was no way out, no chance for this to work out.

I sobbed my heart out until I finally heard the door to my office open. This was it.

It was all over.