Lara squinted into the shadows wondering where Brian was. For a moment she thought her group of students were wearing masks unable to see them properly. One of them came closer and she saw it wasn't John; it wasn't someone from her group at all.
"What are you doing?" She shouted. "You'll get into trouble for this. Untie me and I'll tell no one. Just untie me now! What's the name of your principle?" She shouted in outrage. A little part of her wanted to break down in hysterical laughter at the ridiculousness of being tied up twice in one night.
As they came closer she saw they were a ruff gang from an inner city college. These black guys were all looking at her as though she were dinner. Or at least one of them was while the others were a little nervous. They seemed to be wondering what to do with her now they had her.
One thing she knew for certain they wanted to see teachers' breasts. They were hers; no one was going to see them. 'Well,' she thought. 'I'll just have to talk them out of playing around like nasty creatures.' Lara should have learnt her lesson and shouldn't have become angry and shouted at them.
"You don't have the upper hand now Miss rich school teacher. You're just a white piece of ass. We saw you standing naked before your guys. We know that's against the rules and you do to."
Inside she nearly died with shame. "That was a mistake. They were naughty young men and I told them off. My towel slipped off, I didn't do it on purpose." She said. Feeling so bad about these lads knowing what happened she didn't think about how they knew. She was busy trying to cover up, trying to minimise the damage and repair her reputation.
"We have here a piece of white trash guys." Christian said to his friends. "She is so hot to trot she shows her naked ass to anyone who's near. I bet you weren't satisfied by those white guys, were you teacher."
She interrupted him saying. "No! I mean they didn't touch me. I covered myself up. It was nothing like that. You're just being rude! Now cut me down and behave yourself." She demanded. She was gasping for breath with her heart beating so fast she thought it would burst.
She hoped their teachers turned up soon. Surely they must be wondering where these students had got to. Where was Brian and her team? Would he find her missing from the cabin and come out here looking for her or was he fast asleep in his bunk? She didn't think he would be able to sleep after seeing his teacher naked and his friends teasing and playing with her. On the other hand she hoped her little saviour wouldn't find out for she would die of shame if he saw her like this.
She looked down in disgrace trying to hide her face in her long auburn hair. "Hell! Why didn't I wear a bra?" She whispered. Both nipples were straining at the thin material of the dress showing through hard and erect. She looked up at the lads. They were closer now staring at them. The look in their eyes made her feel as if they were licking their lips at the thought of seeing a pair of delicious firm breasts.
Christian stepped close and brought his hand up to a nipple. Through the thin fabric she felt the touch so finely it hurt. It was just the brush of his hand that caught a nipple but the thought of this lad touching it was upsetting.
"Stop that this minute. You can't do that to me I'm a teacher not some cheap woman from your neighbourhood." She said. The moment the words left her lips she was sorry to have uttered them. It was too late now they couldn't be taken back.
"Well that's not nice teacher. What's so high and mighty about you're white ass. Yo a woman aint you? What's so different about yo tits teacher?" Jerry spat at her.
"OK! We had better check them out Jerry. Lets see what's so special about yours teacher lady."
His hand cupped a breast then the other. He weighed them in both hands pushing them up and down. The others laughed asking for more.
Lara strained at the rope binding her to the post. The agony of having this young lad playing with her breasts was so humiliating she wanted to scream. The only thing stopping her was the thought of bringing the other teachers here. They wanted to see her breasts and if she didn't say something to stop them they might pull them out.
Lara wished she had at least worn a bra. In the dark outside her cabin no one could see but here they could. The outline of her breasts was too clear even with just the firelight. She couldn't take her eyes off those hands pushing and pulling, rolling them around inside the dress.
"Please! Stop it. That's so bad. You mustn't do that to a teacher. You know it's wrong you should show me respect." She tried to appeal to him.
"Tell me what's so wrong teacher because it sure feels nice to me! I'm just giving you a nice massage. What am I doing to you teacher? Tell me." He said while pinching a nipple.
"Ouch. That hurt. Stop it, please. OK! I'll say it. You're playing with my breasts. They're not for naughty young men to play with." She whispered.
"So you just keep them for older men do you? They are tits Miss Hoity Lady, say it."
"I didn't mean that. They're not just for men to play with. They are mine; please leave them alone, please! No I don't mean I can play with them either. Alright I'll say it. They are teachers white tits. You're playing with teachers white tits. Please stop it, it hurts." She tried desperately to appeal to him.
"Stop playing around Christian. Let's see those melons bro." Jerry told him with agitation.
"No! Please you mustn't do that. You mustn't show off my teacher's white breasts, I mean tits. Keep them hidden. You can play with my tits if you like just don't. . ." She pleaded. She stopped suddenly with shock. His hand moved from a breast to the top of the dress. It was a reminder of when John had ripped the towel off.
Closing her eyes she felt the dress ripped from her body. He hadn't just revealed her breasts he had stripped her down to her panties. Her eyes opened wide in anger. "What have you done? You little shit." The words dried in her mouth as she saw them close in.
Her breasts heaved upward with each breathe heavily sucked in through an open mouth. The nightmare she knew was now just beginning. She pressed her legs together trying desperately to hide her most feminine parts from those five wicked lads. If she had been thinking straight she would have been glad to at least be wearing a sensible pair of white panties.
Trying to slow her breathing she tried to speak. "Please cover me. Just wrap my dress around me. Please! I'm naked. You mustn't do this to me I'm a teacher for God's sake." She pleaded.
"Just cover my body Christian. You can play with my tits if you like. Don't you want to play with teachers tits? I know you want to. Just don't let the others see me naked. Please, Christian!" Lara felt so humiliated from begging this heartless youth she wanted to shut it all out but had to plead with him to prevent something more dreadful happening.
"Shit guy, your good. She's begging you to play with her melons."
She tried to tell them it wasn't what she meant. She wanted them to stop but giving them something they wanted might get the dress back. She just couldn't find the right words to stop them.
"I saw her that first day on camp." Jerry said. He was standing so close she could feel his breath on her nipples; it tickling them doing something awful to her. "I wanted to see this white teacher's hot body then. Didn't think it would happen, bro. No way. This teachers hot man." Jerry said to Christian.
Lara watched in trepidation as Jerry took a nipple between his fingers and pulled both breasts up almost under her chin. She whimpered trying not to scream. He let them bounce for his friends to laugh at.
She looked away and thought for a moment she was hallucinating. There it was again, a face perched upon the forts fence looking down at her. In the light of the fire she could see it was Brian.
She dropped her head in shame. This nice young man had a crush on her and he could see these terrible guys molesting her. How could he help her against five of them? They probably had knives too.
She didn't want to but she had to look back up at him. She shook her head meaning for him to stay where he was, warning him not to interfere. She didn't want him to see this it was too shameful. That nice young man was watching his nice teacher stripped and molested.
Christian pulled his friend away from her and she thought the others were going to have a go at her breasts. She drew in a breath of fear watching his fingers tighten on her panties. "No!" She said. "Just play with my breasts. The others haven't had a go yet."
She looked across at the other guys crowded around her. "You want to play with teachers breasts don't you? Look at my nice white teachers' breasts. They are lovely aren't they? Just play with them." She pleaded. Her voice sounded pathetic even to her. There hadn't been a shred of respect from the beginning and now they looked at her with contempt.
How could she beg them to play with her breasts it was so stupid. The agony of disgrace at those words was painful yet she couldn't think what to say to save her self. "Just play with my breasts then let me go." She cried in shame.
Catching sight of Brian watching her plead with these terrible youths choked off the appalling words. How could she be saying this? It was only in desperation she told herself, just to distract them. Perhaps they might fight amongst themselves and forget about her panties.
"Look at this, guys. I have my hand in teachers' panties and she is already pleading with me to play with her tits." Christian boasted.
"Please don't do this to me. Please!" She cried.
"Playing with your tits has got you going hasn't it teacher?"
"No! I'm not like that." She whined. She felt his hand slide down into them and feel her lips. They were as dry as her mouth. She wasn't excited she was afraid and ashamed.
He was angry that he hadn't excited her and ripped the panties off. They lie on the ground at her feet. She moaned at the indignity of being naked and at their mercy. She was a teacher and should be in charge of these youths not the other way round it was so wrong and so degrading.
He moved up close and she felt his hard cock against her belly. She gasped and clamped her thighs together. There was no way he would do that to her. It couldn't happen to her. That nice young man Brian was watching and that made it all the more unbearable.
She was pleased with the little victory over him. He couldn't get into position or force her legs apart and she though it might be possible to save her self through their inexperience. Men had wanted her, even craved her delicious body and she had denied them. She wasn't going to let these nasty hoodlums have her.
They tied a rope around her neck then untied her arms. She was pulled to the ground to lie in the dirt. They were organised now with a new incentive. She didn't hear their banter it was too degrading to listen to. She shut it out.
Pulled into position by so many hands about her body her senses were bombarded into submission. She trembled on hands and knees desperately trying to regain some control, to talk to them, to get them to stop.
She heard them discussing her fabulous body and shivered.
"Look at those tits wiggle guys. She is so damn hot. Teacher is one damn fuck hole."
This couldn't be happening it was a nightmare.
