Paula never felt threatened until they put the blindfold on her. It was big enough and tight enough that any thought of seeing anything was futile. Now if they assaulted her, she would have no warning. And there was no doubt in her mind the two men were going to assault her.
She replayed the previous ten minutes in her mind, from the moment the two young men appeared at her door to the last view of her living room before one of them wrapped the blindfold around her head from behind. If Paula had to guess their ages, she'd say early twenties. Her two years of teaching at the high school assured her they were older than those boys.
They had offered to plow her driveway for the remainder of the winter. Paula had invited them in out of the heavy snowstorm, but, after a brief bargaining session, she found herself at their mercy.
Her wrists were held by a man behind her. She recognized the voice of the one in front of her as the taller, slightly older intruder.
"Miss Hunt, we really aren't interested in your driveway, of course," he said. "We're interested in you. We missed out on the opportunity of seeing you every day in high school. So, some of us decided we'd make up for last time."
"Scott and I volunteered to...get you ready, let's say. The rest of the guys will be here later. And let me ease your mind about one other thing," he continued. "I'm sure you'll think about reporting this to the cops. You may want to rethink that, Miss Hunt. The pictures we'll be taking would hit the Internet so fast you'll never know what happened. Is it worth your career? I doubt it."
He paused.
"Besides. You might enjoy it."
Paula felt his hands on her abdomen, pressing against her sweatshirt. He raised his hands, pulling the sweatshirt along with them. When he got to the bottom of Paula's breasts, he stopped.
"What do you think Tony? Yes or no?" the man behind Paula asked.
"I think no. Let's find out for sure," Tony replied.
Paula winced at the feel of Tony's fingers on her bare skin. Then the hands were inside the sweatshirt and working their way up her chest. This time when he got to her breasts, Tony did not stop.
His fingers spread wide and his palms rose until they covered her nipples. Paula felt the fingers tighten on her skin and she took in a deep breath.
"Definitely no bra," Tony said. "Definitely awesome tits. Do you like your nipples squeezed, Miss Hunt? Can you feel it in your pussy when somebody plays with them?"
As Tony spoke, his fingers were pulling on and squeezing the sensitive nipples. Despite every effort, Paula gasped at the shockwave his actions sent through her body.
"Ahh, I thought so," Tony said. "A typical female."
He played with her for a few more seconds, making sure the nipples were good and hard. Then he said, "OK. Let's get this off."
Tony started to pull up on the sweatshirt and Scott let go of her wrists. The new freedom tempted Paula to resist, but Tony very quickly had the sweatshirt over her arms and she was forced to extend them above her head. A moment later, she was topless.
As soon as she was able to, Paula lowered her arms and crossed them in front of her breasts. She heard Scott walk around in front of her.
"Your tits are incredible," Tony told her. "Don't cover them up. C'mon. Let's see them. Don't make me force you."
Paula didn't budge. She felt like crying, but didn't want to show any signs of weakness to the men. After an extended delay, she slowly lowered her arms.
"Much better. When the other guys arrive, you're going to find that things will go much smoother if you just do what we say, Miss Hunt. Some of these dudes have kind of short tempers, if you know what I mean" Tony said.
His fingers ran down Paula's breasts, past her nipples and onto her stomach.
"Now let's see what you look like without these jeans."
"No! Please!" Paula cried out.
Tony's hands were at the button holding the pants shut.
"Shhhhh," he hissed.
The jeans came undone and Paula heard the zipper opening. She instinctively tried to back away from him, but Tony had a firm grip on the front of Paula's jeans. As he inched them down, a pair of light blue panties came into view.
Tony and Scott were silent as he pushed the pants down her legs. Only when he had the jeans completely off and lying on the floor next to her did the two men take a good look at her well-shaped thighs and long legs. Paula could practically feel their eyes on her.
She flinched as Tony ran his fingers up the inside of her legs and across her panty-covered pussy.
"How often do you stand in front of your class and imagine being naked?" Tony asked. His fingers pressed harder on her clit. "Does that make you horny, Paula? I can call you Paula, can't I?"
She didn't answer. When he rubbed her panty against her clit so hard it made her lean backwards, she said, "Yes."
Scott chuckled. "Yes, it makes your horny or yes we can call you Paula?"
"You can call me Paula."
"But you're wet, Paula. I think you stand up there all day picking out guys you'd like to fuck. I bet you undress them in your mind and think about their cocks getting hard and sliding inside your cunt. Or maybe inside your cute little mouth," Tony said.
His hand slithered inside her panties and onto her pussy. It was shaven except for a small patch around the clit and he spread the moisture he collected over the entire area. Then he slowly began to pull down the panties.
Seconds later, she was naked and the men stared at her perfect body.
"Turn around," Tony ordered.
Paula gingerly turned half way, not sure what was around her feet. After enough time for the men to gaze at her tight ass, she was ordered to turn again.
"Fucking incredible," Tony exclaimed. "This is going to be fun. Paula, you're going to come with me while Scott heads out to the truck to get some stuff we'll need later."
He moved behind the nude teacher and put his hands on her waist.
"OK. We're heading for your bedroom. Is it down the hallway?" he asked.
Paula nodded and Tony nudged her forward. He guided her past furniture and discarded clothing. Halfway down the hall, she indicated which room was hers and they turned into it.
