Arriving at school, Milena decided to go and see Ms Jillian Romanus, her Chemistry teacher, befor registration started. The pair had become more like friends than teacher and student, and, having 5 minutes to spare, Milena decided to go and say hello.
As she climbed the stairs to the science department, the boys, and even some girls, could not help themselves from trying to see up Milena's black pleated school skirt. She was a stunning young girl, with blonde corkscrew curls down to her pert 32C boobs, which were peeking through her open black blouse. She was slim and tanned, with long legs leading up to a pink leopard-print thong, which some of the people below were able to catch a glimpse of.
Approaching Laboratory 3, where Ms Romanus could usually be found, she began to think something was wrong. Usually, the lively 34 year old kept her door open, lights on and played techno music from the lab until she was forced to turn it down by the arrival of her registration class. Today, the door was ajar, suggesting the teacher was present, but the light was off and there was silence. Milena told herself she had simply gone to speak to another teacher and was fine.
Suddenly, a voice behind Milena made her jump. "Looking for Ms Ho-manus, I mean Romanus", asked her first grade Geography teacher. The insult towards the pretty Chemistry teacher scared Milena slightly, because it had been said in a tone that was far from joking. More like sadistic.
"She's a little tied up right now", he smirked. A shiver ran down Milena's spine. "But if you wish, I'll take you to her."
Milena thought about whether she should disturb the woman if she was simply busy, but she had to check that she was OK. "T-take me to her", she said, shaking.
When Mr Edwards, the Geography teacher, led her into his classroom, Milena's worst fears were confirmed. Lying naked and still on his desk, as if sleeping, or even dead, was Jillian Romanus. Her stick-thin, fake tanned body lay bound at the wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk. Her shortish brown hair was ruffled, her small but perky tits were perfectly round, and her twat was shaved apart from a small landing strip, which, for a second, Milena longed to touch. "No, Mr Edwards.." began Milena.
The tall, grey haired man punched her in the side of the head. "You will not address me by anything except Master. Got it, Samson?" Milena did not object to being called by her surname, she simply nodded.
"Master.. is she alive? What have you done to her?" she asked, starting to cry. He smiled darkly.
"She's alive. And I've not done anything yet, just given her a few things to quieten her down. Look, I'll wake her up." With this, he slapped the Chemistry teacher hard in her pretty orange face, making her yelp and try to jump up.
Remembering where she was, she stopped fighting and a tear rolled down her delicate cheek. Milena walked over to her. "Ms Romanus.. oh God Ms Romanus.." she gasped through tears, grasping the teacher's hand.
"Milena.. fuck no, get out of here!" said Jillian, starting to cry. Looking at their captor, the teacher pleaded "Let her go.. let her go please."
