CHAPTER ONE

Barbara Hollings, 25, is the new teacher at Wells College for Women. Her predecessor, Martina Dodge, 33, had been fired last year and Barbara had been hired in August to replace her by Dean Joanna Gormley. During their initial meeting, Dean Gormley explained that Barbara's first task would be to hire a new teaching assistant. Martina Dodge's Assistant, Ellen Kinsey, a 21 year-old, redheaded senior was Ms Dodge's close, personal, friend as well as her assistant. Dean Gormley insisted that she be replaced, but without giving Barbara a reason. Barbara interviewed several juniors and seniors before settling on Kim Everett, 20, a blonde junior, highly recommended by Dean Gormley.

During her initial meeting with Ellen it became apparent to Barbara that the girl openly resented her. Barbara thought Ellen believed that in some way she was responsible for Martina's being fired. On several occasions, Ellen openly belittled her in front of other students, and once had started an argument with Barbara over a difference with Martina's teaching methods. Barbara suspected that Ellen had broken into her office and replaced her lesson plan with one that had been changed. Kim, being new, had failed to notice the change, and had issued copies to the faculty board which had to be recalled when the "mistake" was discovered.

In November, Ellen had confronted Kim in a local off-campus bar that students often frequented. Ellen had been sitting with several of her friends, male and female, when Kim and her date arrived. Ellen accused Kim of a "relationship" with Barbara as the reason the she, Ellen, had been replaced by Kim. Kim, embarrassed, denied it and accused Ellen of being incompetent and vindictive. Kim had been drinking heavily that evening and was not completely in control. When Ellen called her a "cuntlicking whore", Kim had slapped her.

Ellen's friends quickly isolated the two girls in the back of the bar, preventing either Kim's boyfriend, or the crowd, from breaking up the fight. Ellen grabbed Kim by the hair and slammed her against a wall. She followed up by slapping the blonde's head back and forth several times. At this point, Kim was groggy and waving her hands in front of her face, trying to protect herself. Still holding Kim by the hair, Ellen drove her fist into the pit of Kim's stomach several times. When she had finished, Kim was laying on the floor puking her guts out. As Ellen left, she told the gathered patrons, "The girl can't hold her booze. She's passed out on the floor."

CHAPTER TWO

Several days later Barbara was visited in her faculty office by Kim's boyfriend. The teacher had noticed that something was wrong with Kim and, at her urging, the boyfriend explained what had happened at the bar. That afternoon, Barbara called Kim aside to talk. Kim broke down and told Barbara what Ellen had accused them of. Barbara was consoling Kim, who was crying on her shoulder, when Dean Joanna Gormley came into Barbara's office. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Barbara with her arm's around the 20 year old junior. Kim quickly excused herself and, wiping tears from her eyes, rushed from the office.

That Saturday, Kim was in the women's bathroom in the dormitory when Ellen entered. It was late, and most of the other students had already left for social engagements. Kim had just finished showering and was putting on her sexiest bra and panty set for a date when Ellen entered. "Well," Ellen said, "it looks like the 'blonde goddess' is getting dressed up for a date. Are you going out with, or should I say down on, your Miss Hollings?" Kim came right back at the fiery redhead, "Look bitch," she began, "last time you came after me, I was drunk. Don't expect such an easy thing next time."

Kim put on her robe, picked up her comb, brush and towel and started for the door. Before she reached it, however, Ellen stepped in front of her. Placing a hand on Kim's chest between her breasts, the redhead stopped the smaller blonde. "You're not too drunk now are you?" Ellen asked with a smirking smile. Kim looked around and realized that the two women were alone. "It seems that you want a fight," Kim said dropping her handful of toilet articles, "now is as good a time as any." Before Ellen could react, Kim grabbed her by the hair and wrestled the redhead to the tile floor.

Ellen had been in catfights before and had dressed for fighting. She was wearing her tightest jeans over a lycra and spandex body suit that emphasized her full breasts. When Kim carried her to the floor, Ellen was surprised. She hadn't expected the lithe redhead to put up a fight after she had defeated her so easily in the bar. Ellen grabbed her own handful of Kim's hair and the two coeds rolled across the floor, first one then the other gaining and losing the advantage. Kim was at a disadvantage, however, wearing her robe. As they rolled across the floor, the sash on Kim's robe worked loose and the front of her robe opened, exposing her breasts and her tiny, push-up bra. What was worse for Kim, moreover, was that her arms became tangled in the loose robe.

Ellen achieved the final advantage as they rolled under the row of sinks against one wall. Neither girl had said anything after the fight started, nor had either screamed. That would no longer be true, however, as Ellen took advantage of her top position to sink her claws into Kim's breasts. The little blonde let out a screech of pain which echoed through the tiled bathroom. Immediately, a radio in the hallway started blaring, drowning out the noise of the fight. Kim worked one hand free of the entangling robe, and she succeeded in pulling Ellen off of her by the hair. The blonde scrambled to her feet and shed the encumbrance of her robe. Facing the redheaded Ellen in only her tiny bra and bikini panties, Kim made a striking figure.

As Ellen rose to her feet, she was smiling. If it was her intention to intimidate Kim, she failed. The little blonde launched a kick at Ellen's stomach, intending to kick the wind out of her. She was a little slow, however, and Ellen was able to turn her body just as Kim's foot whistled past her. Ellen grabbed Kim's leg by the ankle and held at waist level as Kim clutched at the sinks to keep from falling. Ellen drove her fist into Kim's thigh three times in rapid succession, causing the muscles to knot and cramp. The cruel redhead then raised Kim's leg higher, forcing the blonde backwards until, unable to keep herself upright, she fell to the floor.

With Kim on her back, Ellen maintained her hold on the girl's leg and begin to twist Kim's foot. As the young blonde squirmed on the floor, Ellen lifted her foot and stomped her in the groin. Kim clutched her injured cunt and moaned in pain. Ellen kicked her in the back of her leg before releasing it. The redhead now felt that Kim would be easily defeated as she lay writhing on the floor, holding her pussy. As Ellen dragged Kim to her knees by the hair, however, Kim sent a fist into Ellen's stomach, doubling the redhead over.

If Kim had been able to set herself, she might have been able to turn the fight around. As it was, she had stopped Ellen's attack, but she was too injured herself to follow up. Ellen recovered and grabbed Kim in a headlock as she tried to rise. Kim wrapped her arms around the redheads waist in an effort to pull out of the headlock. Ellen held tight with her arm around Kim's neck, however, and aided by a generous handful of blonde hair, kept Kim doubled over as she pulled her around the room. Ellen slammed Kim's head into the tile wall of the shower room. Stunned, Kim's arms slipped from Ellen's waist and her knees buckled. Kim slid slowly to a kneeling position, her hands clutching her throbbing head.

Realizing that this was the opportunity she had been looking for, Ellen released her grip on Kim and picked up the girl's robe. As Kim tried to clear her head, Ellen removed the sash and, throwing Kim onto her belly, tied the girls hands behind her back. With Kim immobilized, Ellen rolled the blonde over onto her back and sat down on her stomach, her hands cupping Kim's breasts. "Let's see what Miss Hollings is so hot for," Ellen said as she slid her fingers under the cups of the bra, pushing it up and off of the breasts. Kim's breasts pulsated against Ellen's hands. She could feel the hard points of the young girl's nipples against her palms.

"Well," exclaimed Ellen, "I'd say you like having your tits held." "Get off of me, you, . . . you pervert!" Kim said. "Now, now," Ellen said as she reached behind her to stroke Kim's cunt, "don't get your honey pot in an uproar. I know you like this, besides, I can love you every bit as well as Miss Barbara Hollings can." Kim struggled, but Ellen's thighs held her tight. Ellen continued to squeeze and stroke Kim's breasts. Finally, Ellen tired of the one-sided contest and stripped off Kim's bra and panties. Kim tried to kick Ellen as she removed her panties, but the redhead evaded the feet and sat on her breasts. "I guess it's time for a nap," Ellen said, grabbing Kim by the hair and tilting her head back. Ellen drove her fist into Kim's jaw, knocking her out.

Ellen called her friend, Charmaine Hamilton, who had been standing guard in the hall and playing the radio that had drowned out the noise of the struggle. The two girls dragged Kim down the hall to her own room and Ellen opened the door with Kim's key. Charmaine stripped off her clothes at Ellen's command and got on the bed with Kim as Ellen untied the blonde's hands. In the next ten minutes, Ellen took a series of pictures of Kim and Charmaine. In each picture, Kim is posed as if she and the girl are making love. One picture showed Kim with her face buried in Charmaine's crotch. Another, with Kim laying in the girl's arms, with Charmaine stroking her breasts. A third showed them in the classic 69 position. In all 10 pictures, Kim's closed eyes were either obscured or could be dismissed as "passion".

When they finished, Ellen turned on the radio as loud as it would go and poured bourbon on Kim's inert body. She left the empty bottle next to Kim. Charmaine went to her room and called Dean Gormley's home to complain of a "loud party" in the dorm. Soon, the Dean arrived accompanied by the dormitory monitor, Ms Wilson, the two women followed the noise to Kim's room. When they opened the door, they found Kim, nude, on the bed. The smell of booze permeating the air. Dean Gormley scribbled some notes in her pad and left Ms Wilson to deal with Kim. At this point, Ellen and Charmaine "arrived". They told Ms Wilson they'd, "just returned from studying at the library". When they found out what had happened, they convinced Ms Wilson to let them deal with "their friend".

When Ms Wilson had gone, Ellen and Charmaine roused Kim. She struggled against them but, in her condition, was easily restrained. They showed her the pictures and threatened her with exposure unless she "cooperated" with them. Ellen pointed out that many of the women on campus had heard, and believed, her stories about a lesbian relationship between Miss Hollings and Kim. If the pictures were revealed, they would remove all doubt about Kim's sexual preference and would put "your dear Miss Hollings" in a compromised position. Feeling that she had no choice, Kim agreed to cooperate with Ellen. The two left Kim alone to clean up her room. She heard them laughing as they returned to their own rooms.

CHAPTER THREE

Barbara was entertaining her boyfriend, Elwin Dilbert, when she received a call from an irate Dean Gormley. In no uncertain terms, Joanna Gormley ordered Barbara to her office "this minute". As quickly as she could get into her clothes, Barbara rushed to Dean Gormley's office. She was surprised that the Dean was working this late on a Saturday night. When she arrived, Barbara was ordered to sit, which she did, in a straight-back chair directly in front of Dean Gormley's desk. After a pause Dean Gormley said, "Barbara I'm disappointed in you." "I'm sorry Dean," Barbara interrupted, "but I don't understand what you're talking about."

"If you'll shut up," Joanna snapped, "I'll explain. I've just returned from the dorm. It seems," she continued, "that your assistant, Kim Everett, was found passed out drunk. I expect that my teachers not only make intelligent choices when selecting their assistants, but exercise some judgment in supervising them. It appears from this episode, that you have done neither." "But Dean Gormley," Barbara explained, "Kim has been doing a good job. I've had no reason to doubt her ability or her morals." "Well," Dean Gormley said, "I think you had better begin doubting her. If this episode is repeated, I doubt that either you or Miss Everett will be continuing your association with Wells. That will be all."

Barbara turned and, stunned, left the Dean's office. "What had Kim been thinking," she wondered. Barbara headed directly for Kim's dorm. When Ms. Wilson showed Barbara into Kim's room the first thing she noticed was the overwhelming odor of whiskey. The second was the bruise on Kim's face. Barbara sent Ms. Wilson away and sat down to talk to Kim. At first, the young girl was reluctant to discuss what had happened. As Barbara continued to press her, Kim finally broke out in tears and explained the events of the evening. She told her story between sobs, her breath coming in gasps. She made Barbara promise not to cause Ellen any trouble which would force her to make the pictures public.

On her way out of the dorm, Barbara bumped into Ellen. "What's up teach?" Ellen asked, "Having a problem with your girl?" "Kim told me what happened," Barbara said, "if you cause her any more trouble, I'll have you expelled." Barbara was bluffing, and Ellen knew it. "If she told you what happened, then you know that I've got pictures of the bitch. If I have to, I'll make them public. It will get her expelled and you fired." Barbara, beaten, quickly backtracked, explaining to Ellen that she had promised Kim not to reveal what had happened. As she left, Barbara thought she heard Ellen mutter under her breath, "I'd like to get my hands on you next teach."

Barbara did not have any additional problems with Ellen during the next two weeks. She was beginning to think that, perhaps, Ellen had realized the folly of her childish behavior. Kim, who had been very tense since the incident in the dorm, had began acting like her old self. Other than in class, Barbara had not seen Ellen until the Friday afternoon faculty tea at Dean Gormley's cottage.

Barbara was accompanied by her boyfriend, English Professor Elwin Dilbert. As they entered, Barbara was surprised to be greeted by Ellen, who was working at the party as a waitress. Barbara and Elwin stayed for about an hour, making the requisite conversation with the other faculty members. Ellen served them tea shortly before Barbara and Elwin departed. Unknown to the others, Ellen had laced Barbara's tea with an aphrodisiac.

When Elwin walked Barbara back to her room, she suddenly suffered an "attack", causing her to become weak and perspire heavily. Thinking she had the flu, Elwin helped her inside to the sofa. He was shocked when Barbara begin kissing him. Despite his feeble efforts to fend her off, Barbara ripped off his clothes and pinned him on the sofa. She kissed him frantically, working him into a state of arousal. Stripping off her dress, Barbara removed her bra and panties and, sitting astride Elwin's hips, began to fuck him. They were going at it like animals on the sofa, when Dean Gormley came through the door that Elwin had not completely closed when he helped Barbara inside.

Barbara was oblivious to Dean Gormley, who had to physically drag Barbara off of the startled teacher. Elwin quickly dressed and left. Dean Gormley dragged Barbara to the bathroom and put her under an ice cold shower. It was several minutes before she calmed down. The Dean helped Barbara into her robe and led her into the living room where she pushed the young teacher roughly onto the sofa. "I don't really care what you do on your own time," she began, "but I expect you to show a little discretion. You two were so busy screwing, you didn't even take time to close the door. Anyone could have come by and seen you." Barbara was looking at the Dean, tears filled her eyes. "I . . . I'm sorry," she said, "I don't know what came over me. I suddenly lost all control over my emotions, I didn't know what was going on."

Dean Gormley slapped Barbara's face and grabbed her hair, tilting the young woman's head back. "Dammit you stupid bitch," she yelled, "I hired you. If you screw up again, it'll make me look like an idiot. If you make one more mistake, you're finished. Do you understand?" Barbara nodded numbly without speaking. "I'm sorry Dean. It won't happen again, I promise," was all she could say. With that, Dean Gormley stormed out of Barbara's room, slamming the door behind her. Within a minute, there was a knock at the door. Thinking that Dean Gormley had returned to apologize for her outburst, Barbara rushed to the door and opened it, brushing tears from her eyes. But, to her surprise, it wasn't Dean Gormley but Ellen Kinsey who pushed past her into the living room.

"Get out of my room!" Barbara screamed. She was infuriated that her private quarters had been invaded by this student. Ellen was not about to yield, however. She sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion next to her. "Park it teach," she said, "you and I have to talk." Barbara stamped her foot and pointed to the door. "I've already told you, get out. Now!" Ellen crossed her legs and leaned back against the cushion. "And I told you to sit down. Look you stupid bitch, the Dean has already warned you what will happen if you cause any trouble. What do you think she would say if you got into an argument with a student not 10 minutes after she warned you?"

Ellen's words hit Barbara like a fist in the stomach. So, she had been listening at the door! Finally, Barbara realized just how much leverage Ellen had gained over her. For the first time, Barbara realized that Ellen had been staring at her body. Looking down, she saw that the robe had gaped open in the front, exposing the dark fur of her pussy. She quickly pulled the robe closed and, blushing, sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Ellen. "Look teach," Ellen said, "I need that teaching assistant job you fired me from. If you don't want to screw up any more and get yourself fired, you might want to dump that Kim and re-hire me."

Barbara realized she was being blackmailed. She didn't know how, but she suspected that what had happened with Elwin and Dean Gormley had been caused by Ellen. Barbara told Ellen that she would try to think of a way to solve her problem and let her know. Satisfied for the time being, Ellen rose to leave. Before she did, however, Ellen reached down and squeezed Barbara's breasts with both hands. As the young teacher sat stunned and blushing, Ellen walked out of the room. As she left, Barbara heard Ellen whistling happily.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day, the students were gathered for a picnic at the athletic field. Ellen and her friends were raucous and loud, but no one wanted to stand up to them, so they roamed the field knocking over drinks and overturning plates of food. When they approached Kim and some of her friends, Kim stood and faced Ellen, ready for trouble. The two girls stood face to face, their breasts touching. Ellen was slightly taller than the blonde Kim and her breasts were larger (36D vs. 34C) which all of the girls noted. Being taller and somewhat bulkier, Ellen outweighed Kim by about 10 pounds.

Ellen tried to stare Kim down, hoping that their two previous encounters had cowed the younger girl. Kim, however, had no intention of backing down from the bigger and older redhead. In fact, Kim pushed her breasts against Ellen's trying to force the upperclassman back. Ellen was not backing down either, and she pushed against Kim just as hard. The two girls stood toe to toe and pushed their breasts against one another until Ellen's height and weight advantage proved overwhelming. Kim stumbled back, trying to keep from falling. As she did so, Ellen surged forward and bumped the young blonde, knocking her off balance. Kim fell backwards, landing on her rump. The crowd, which had gathered around the two, broke into applause. Ellen turned and bowed to the audience.

With Ellen's back turned, Kim scrambled to her feet and grabbed a handful of her hair. Kim spun Ellen around and drove a fist into the girl's breast. As Ellen clutched her injured tit, Kim drew back and blasted her again, this time in the stomach. Ellen clutched the front of Kim's blouse as she slid to her knees. Not giving her opponent the chance to recover, Kim stepped back and kicked Ellen between the legs. Ellen, still clutching Kim's blouse, fell on her face. As she did so, Ellen ripped open the front of Kim's blouse, exposing her white lace bra. Kim pulled her blouse together with one hand and bent to grab another handful of Ellen's red hair with the other. As she did, however, Ellen brought her fist up from the ground, slamming the blonde low in the stomach, just above her pussy.

Kim dropped to her knees in front of Ellen. The two girls sat on their knees, trading slaps and punches. Finally, Kim began to weaken. She clutched the front of Ellen's blouse and tried to pull the redhead to the ground so that she could gain an advantage. Ellen grabbed a handful of Kim's blonde hair and the two pulled and tugged at each other until Ellen's blouse tore down the front. Kim yanked it free and threw it aside. Ellen had not been wearing a bra under her blouse, and her full breasts bobbed free. Kim could feel her energy waning as she ripped into Ellen's breasts with her fingernails, trying to end the fight. Ellen leaned back and tried to keep her hands between them to ward off the blows.

When Kim leaned forward to strike at Ellen's breasts, the redhead grabbed Kim's hair. Getting a secure hold on her short blonde locks, Ellen yanked Kim forward. Off balance, Kim fell face first into Ellen's lap. Using her advantage, Ellen rolled onto Kim's back, forcing the young blonde to the ground on her face. Jockeying for advantage, the two rolled across the ground with Ellen ending up on top. She succeeded in pinning Kim's arms with her knees. Kim lay on her back, with Ellen seated on her stomach. Ellen started to slap Kim's face, turning it a bright red. She then reached under Kim's bra and pulled until the fastener gave way. Once she had the blonde's breasts exposed, Ellen began raking the tender skin with her fingernails.

Soon, Kim was writhing underneath the redhead, crying in pain as Ellen scratched the pale skin of her tender breasts. Ellen took the opportunity to taunt the beaten junior as she continued the torture, "So you think your tough, eh? Well, I think you know who the top woman is now, don't you? What's the matter, nothing to say?" Kim couldn't bring herself to respond, she merely continued to sob in pain as Ellen continued her abuse.

Suddenly, Ellen was yanked off of Kim and thrown to the ground. Kim looked up through tear drenched eyes and recognized the woman standing astride her waist. "Ms Dodge," she said, "what are you doing here?" "I happened to be passing and saw the commotion," she said, "come on let's get you out of here." Martina Dodge extended a large hand and, as Kim took it, lifted the young student easily to her feet. As Kim stood before her, Martina Dodge gently reached out and pulled the pieces of Kim's blouse together, covering her red and swollen breasts. "Come with me," she said, taking Kim by the hand. Numbly, Kim followed the former teacher to the parking lot. Martina helped a dazed Kim into her car, got in beside her and started the engine. "But my friends,..." murmured Kim. "Don't worry," said Martina, "I'll get you cleaned up and bring you back."

CHAPTER FIVE

Martina Dodge drove Kim to her motel. When they got to the motel, she helped Kim out of the car with her arm around the girl's waist. Martina supported her as they walked to her room. Once inside, Martina gently removed Kim's blouse and ran her fingers over the welts on the girl's breasts. "These could get infected," she said. "You ought to take a shower. Here, let me..." As she spoke, the ex-teacher began to undress the young student, quickly removing her skirt and rolling her pantyhose down the girls legs. As Martina bent to remove her pantyhose, Kim shuddered at the woman's hot breath on her thighs.

Martina led the naked blonde into the bathroom and started the shower. She pushed Kim under the steaming water and closed the shower stall door. Kim stood and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water cascading over her aching body. She leaned back against the cool tiles and let the water cleanse her sore breasts. She was lost in reverie with her eyes closed when she felt a hand on her breast and opened her eyes with a start. Martina had removed her own clothes and slipped into the shower with Kim. At the sight of Martina Dodge, Kim had inhaled in shock. Martina, although 12 years Kim's senior, had a firm, hard body that did not betray her age at all. Her full breasts (42D) made Kim embarrassed at her own comparatively small breasts. Martina picked up the soap and lathered her hands.

She gently soaped Kim's breasts and stomach. She motioned Kim to turn around and the girl, in a daze, did so. Martina stood behind Kim, her full, tan breasts crushed against the students pale back. Martina ran her hands up and down Kim's body, tweaking her nipples, lifting and fondling her breasts. The woman's hands slipped down Kim's stomach, sliding through the pale hair covering her pussy. The more Martina's experienced fingers moved over her body, the less resistance Kim seemed to have. Suddenly, the woman's fingers were inside her pussy. The sensation hit Kim like a fist. Her knees buckled, and Martina had to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her on her feet.

As Martina fingered her clit, Kim soared to a climax. It was the most intense one she had ever experienced. The former teacher turned the student around and pressed her against the wall. Martina kissed the young blonde gently, their tongues meeting inside Kim's mouth. Martina knelt before Kim, trailing kisses over the girl's breasts, down her stomach and onto her pussy. Martina kissed and tongued young Kim's cunt, her tongue flicking the blood engorged clitoris. Once again, the top of Kim's head seemed to come off as she climaxed. Martina helped Kim from the shower and slowly dried her with a big, fluffy towel.

Martina swept Kim up in her arms and carried her to the bed. Kim lay on her back in a sexually satisfied fog. Her arms were spread out on the bed, her legs slightly apart, her wet hair soaked the pillow. Martina bent over Kim, kissing her lightly. Kim raised her hands and ran them through the woman's short brown hair. The ex-teacher knelt on the bed next to Kim's hip and threw her leg across the young woman's body. Astride Kim's waist, Martina took Kim's breasts in her large hands and rolled them around on Kim's chest. Soon, the blonde was writhing in a sexual frenzy as the older, more experienced woman brought her to full arousal.

Martina now bent over the girl and presented her huge breasts to Kim's mouth. Her intention was unmistakable, she wanted Kim to kiss them. Kim's excitement overcame her reluctance and she eagerly took the huge aureole of one breast into her mouth. As she did so, Martina slid her leg between Kim's thighs and began rubbing her cunt with her knee. The blonde wrapped her legs around Martina's thigh and pumped her crotch against the woman's leg. Again, young Kim climaxed. Her cries of ecstasy shook the walls.

Later, laying in Martina's arms, Kim wondered how she had been so lucky. One minute, she was being beaten up by a senior, and the next she was being taken to heaven by a former teacher. "Miss Dodge," she began, "why did you save me from Ellen? Didn't she used to be your assistant?" "Yes she was," Martina replied, "but that doesn't give her the right to beat people up. It hurt me to see you being abused that way. I'm surprised one of the faculty members didn't break it up. That black haired bitch they hired to replace me, for example, was just standing there laughing as Ellen ripped your blouse off."

"You mean Miss Hollings?" Kim asked, sitting upright. "She's my faculty advisor, why didn't she help me?" "I don't know," Martina lied, "some women like seeing other women stripped and beaten." In reality, Barbara Hollings had been on the other side of the picnic ground and hadn't even seen what was happening. Ellen and Martina Dodge had planned the entire incident, from the fight to the motel seduction, but they were far from finished. "If some bitch had been laughing while I was being beaten," Martina continued, "I'd be anxious to get even." Kim leaped to the bait, just as Martina had expected. "I'll get that bitch," Kim said, "just as soon as I get back, I'll kick her ass."

"No," Martina said, "you don't want to do that. She's a faculty member. If you attack her, you'll be expelled. There's a better way that won't get you in trouble and will give you just as much satisfaction." "Oh, Ms Dodge," Kim grabbed the woman's shoulders, "please tell me how." Martina heard the trap slamming shut on young Kim and on Barbara Hollings, and she put her head back and laughed out loud. "Satisfaction," she thought, "would be sweet." As Kim and Martina dressed, Martina explained her plan to Kim. At least, she explained the parts she wanted Kim to know.

CHAPTER SIX

The next morning, Kim walked into Barbara Hollings office without knocking. The little blonde sat on the edge of Barbara's desk facing the teacher. Barbara felt uncomfortable with Kim sitting right in front of her. Kim's legs were parted and Barbara could see her panties under the mini skirt she was wearing. As Barbara tried to rise, she put her hand on the desk next to Kim's knee. Kim lashed out with her open hand and slapped Barbara. "Keep your hands off of me, you pervert," she said. Barbara was shocked and didn't know how to respond. Finally, she stammered, "Get out of my office. You're fired. Furthermore, I'm going to report you to Dean Gormley for slapping me."

Kim quickly replied, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. If you try to report me, I'll claim you made a pass at me. You'll get fired for being a lesbian." Barbara realized that if this girl made that kind of a charge, Dean Gormley would have no choice but to fire her. "All right," she said, "I'll forget this incident, but I don't want you working for me anymore." Kim slid off of the desk and stood chest to chest with the taller Barbara. "I don't want to work for you anyway, you lesbian. I quit." She turned and walked out of Barbara's office, leaving the teacher trying to catch her breath.

That afternoon, Barbara called Ellen to her office. "You and I have gotten off on the wrong foot and I'd like to try to make that right." "Well sure, Ms Hollings," said Ellen. "I never wanted to make trouble for you, it's just that I need this job and I thought that you hadn't given me an opportunity." "Well," said Barbara putting her arm on Ellen's shoulder, "that's all behind us now. I need your assistance with my presentation at next week's faculty meeting. Can I count on you?" Ellen was enthusiastic. "You sure can, Miss Hollings. You won't regret giving me this chance." The two women shook hands and Ellen cheerfully left the office.

The day before the faculty presentation, Barbara reviewed the work that Ellen had done. The research paper that Barbara had written had been typed, Xeroxed and collated. The slides were arranged in order to accompany the paper. As Barbara read through the paper, Ellen operated the slide projector and even had the initiative to offer suggestions to improve Barbara's performance. Barbara was pleased that her decision to offer Ellen a second chance had paid off so well. That night, Barbara took the slides and the handouts home with her for a final review.

The next morning Barbara's alarm failed to go off and she overslept. She barely arrived at the faculty meeting in time. She was the first speaker and hurriedly passed out her paper and set up the slide projector. As she began, she heard giggles from several of the faculty members. Disregarding their juvenile behavior, Barbara activated the slide projector. She was not paying attention to the slides as she read, but a scream from Dean Gormley stopped her short. Looking up, Barbara saw a picture of herself and Elwin on the sofa in her room. Barbara's clothes were partially removed. Quickly, Barbara moved to the next slide.

This one was even worse. It was a picture of two women. One dark haired and the other a blonde. Both were nude. The way their bodies were entwined, it was impossible to see either face. As Barbara flicked the control, slide after slide of naked women flashed on the screen. The men in the audience were drooling. Several of the women appeared angry, although one or two seemed excited. "I'm sorry Dean Gormley," Barbara babbled, "I don't know what happened. Someone must have switched the slides."

"How do you explain this?" It was Professor Higgins speaking. He was waving a copy of Barbara's handout. When Barbara inspected it, she realized that someone had replaced her paper with pages Xeroxed from a pornographic book. The pages were vivid descriptions of lesbianism, bondage and discipline. Barbara's face was a bright red and she was trying hard not to cry. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she was having trouble breathing. Dean Gormley threw the papers on the table and walked out. Pausing at the door, the looked at Barbara and said, "You be in my office in one hour. At that time," she continued, "you'd better have an explanation."

Barbara rushed to the dormitory and burst into Kim's room. "What did you do to my slides, you vindictive bitch?" she screamed. Kim was confused, "I don't know what you're talking about, you crazy woman." Eventually, Barbara was able to establish that Kim had been with a group of friends all evening. Barbara realized that if Kim hadn't sabotaged her presentation, than the only one who could have done it was Ellen. Barbara went to Dean Gormley's office at the appointed time.

Barbara explained everything she knew about why she had fired Kim and why she had asked Ellen to return to work. After hearing the teacher's explanation, Dean Gormley agreed that Ellen was probably the one who had switched the slides and the papers, but she didn't know how she had done it. Dean Gormley didn't discipline Barbara, but was forced to give her a warning letter.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Barbara called Ellen to meet her at her apartment that evening. At 7:00pm, Ellen appeared at Barbara's door and was admitted by the teacher. Barbara wasted no time in accusing Ellen of substituting the slides and handouts. Although she didn't deny it outright, Ellen reacted indignantly. Ellen's attitude seemed to be one of defiance. She continually moved closer to Barbara as they talked, forcing the teacher to backpedal. Finally, Barbara stumbled over the coffee table and fell on her back on the sofa. In a flash, Ellen moved around the table and knelt on the sofa, her hands pinning Barbara's shoulders to the cushions.

Barbara was frightened by this student, only 4 years younger than herself. She realized as the teacher, she had to regain control of the situation. Physically, the two women were about the same size, Barbara being only an inch taller and three pounds heavier. When Ellen pinned her to the sofa, Barbara at first tried to shove the girl away, but that failed. As Barbara tried unsuccessfully to free herself, Ellen was talking to her. "Why did you hire that ditzy blonde to replace me? I was a good assistant to Ms Dodge, you had no reason to fire me. Well, now you're going to be sorry."

Barbara was really worried now. Ellen was talking like a crazy woman, and nobody knew that she was here. If she hurt Barbara, it would be several days before anyone missed her and came looking for her. "Please, Ellen," Barbara begged, "I didn't want to replace you. Dean Gormley made me do it, really." Angrily, Ellen slapped the black haired teacher in the face and, grabbing her by the front of her blouse, pulled her to her feet. As she did, the buttons on the blouse gave way, scattering across the floor. Barbara looked down and saw that her blouse was now open, her large breasts hardly contained by the tiny bra she wore.

Barbara was enraged at Ellen for ripping her clothes and she charged, screaming, at the student. Ellen had been unprepared for the attack and, when Barbara crashed into her, the two women fell to the floor, rolling over and over. When they stopped rolling, Ellen was on top of Barbara whose arms were entangled in the remnants of her torn blouse. Ellen assumed a position seated on Barbara's stomach, her knees pinning Barbara's arms to the floor. Both women's breasts were heaving with the effort, and possibly the excitement, of the moment.

Ellen looked down at Barbara and, with her fingers, traced the outline of Barbara's bra on her breasts. "I can see what Dean Gormley saw in your resume," she said, "You kept these beauties well hidden in class, I bet they're eager for some freedom." As Barbara writhed under the thighs clamped against her sides, Ellen slid her fingers inside the cups of the bra and ran them across the hard nipples she found there. She unsnapped the front closure of the bra and folded the cups back, exposing the breasts with their large, dark aureoles. Ellen uttered a one word exclamation when she saw them, "Wow!"

Tears of shame and frustration welled up in Barbara's eyes as her breasts were exposed by her student. She had never been so embarrassed as at this moment. She realized that Ellen was going to continue to shame and humiliate her unless she could make her stop, and she didn't know what she could say or do to make her cease. "Please Ellen," she said, "this isn't right. Stop it right now and let me up. Let's discuss this like adults. I don't want to get you into trouble, but I'll have no alternative if you keep this up."

Ellen laughed and cupped Barbara's breasts in her hands. "Be careful Miss Hollings," she said, "if you're not careful, you might begin to enjoy this." As she said it, she flicked the hard nipples with her thumbs, causing Barbara to blush even more. "OK Ellen," Barbara said, "I'll do anything you want, just let me up, please?" Ellen thought for a moment and asked, "If I let you up, will you take off your clothes? I don't want you running out onto the campus while we're talking." Realizing it was her only chance, Barbara nodded her agreement. Ellen rose slowly and stood between Barbara and the door.

Barbara stood and faced the redhead. "Get on with it," said Ellen, "or more precisely, get off with it." Barbara shed her torn blouse and slid the bra straps off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Barbara reached down and removed one of her shoes, tossing it aside, and then removed the other. "Hurry up," Ellen prompted, "let me see the rest of it." Barbara was wearing a full, knee length skirt. She reached behind her and slowly unzipped the skirt, sliding it down her legs. She stepped out of the skirt and looked at Ellen. She was enjoying her teacher's discomfort. Barbara threw the skirt in Ellen's face and followed up by charging into the redheaded girl, driving her head into Ellen's stomach.

Ellen was knocked backwards by Barbara's charge and had the breath knocked out of her. Barbara grabbed Ellen's blouse and yanked, the material splitting down the back. Barbara tossed the blouse aside and swung her fist at Ellen, driving it into the girls stomach. Ellen clutched her gut and doubled over as she collapsed to the floor. Barbara jumped on her, pummeling her with her fists and open hands. Ellen covered her face with her arms to protect her from Barbara's ineffectual attack.

Ellen was recovering as Barbara slapped and punched the arms covering her head. Ellen took advantage of a pause in Barbara's attack to grab the dark haired teachers pendulous breasts digging her fingernails into the tender orbs. Barbara screamed in pain and clawed at Ellen's hands, trying to pull them away from her breasts. Ellen maintained her hold, and pushed Barbara away. As Barbara felt herself starting to fall, she dug her own fingers into Ellen's full breasts. As Barbara fell alongside Ellen, the two young women locked their legs. They lay on the floor, their hands clinched on each others breasts, their legs clamped together. Each woman tried to get an advantage over the other.

Slowly, Barbara was able to gain the advantage. As she did, she let go of one of Ellen's breasts and drove her fist into the redhead's stomach once again. She felt Ellen's grip on her own breasts weaken, and she hit her again. Ellen felt her grip on Barbara's breasts slipping away and tried to regain it. Barbara swept her arm between them, knocking Ellen's hands aside. Two more times, Barbara punched Ellen in the stomach, leaving the redhead writhing on the floor. Barbara got to her knees and stripped off Ellen's skirt, leaving the student in her bra and panties. Barbara used her own bra to tie Ellen's hands behind her back.

When Ellen recovered, Barbara dragged her to her feet by the hair. "Let this be a lesson to you." she says. "Don't you ever come after me again. If you do, you'll get worse than this next time." With that, the dark haired teacher dragged her student to the sofa by the hair. Barbara shoved Ellen on her face on the cushions. Bending, Barbara grabbed Ellen's panties and pulled them down to her ankles. She removed them from one foot and twisted them around both ankles tying Ellen's feet together. "That should hold you until I get back," she said, and left the room.

Ellen had rolled onto her back when Barbara returned from the bedroom. The redhead's eyes got big when she saw that Barbara was carrying several leather belts in her hand. "Please Miss Hollings, not that, please," she begged. "I'm sorry Ellen," Barbara said with a wicked smile, "but you'll have to learn your lesson the hard way." With that, she hefted one of the thinner belts in her right hand and lightly snapped it against Ellen's thighs. The 21 year old senior jumped as the leather stung her full thighs. "Turn over," Barbara said, flicking the belt against her leg. "I won't," was all Ellen said. "Good," said Barbara, "that will make it more fun for me." Barbara used the thin belt to slap Ellen's thighs starting at the knees. Each subsequent stroke, moved higher.

"What do you think will happen when I run out of thigh?" Barbara asked. As if to answer her own question, she bend and took some of Ellen's red cunthair between her fingers and pulled. The redhead let out a yelp and squirmed uncomfortably. "OK, OK," she said, "I get the picture." Ellen struggled to turn over on her face. Barbara took the students ankles in her hand and lifted Ellen's legs so that she could slide underneath the girl. Once she did, Barbara worked her way along the sofa until she was directly under Ellen's hips. Barbara could feel Ellen's pussy hairs rubbing against her own as the redhead squirmed on her lap.

Barbara took the widest belt she had and, holding the buckle, wrapped it around her hand several times. "Remember Ellen," she said, "this is for your own good." Then she started spanking the college student with the belt. After several strokes, Ellen's ass was a bright red and she was pressing her hips against Barbara, as if trying to escape the lash. Soon, Ellen began to moan as each stroke landed. After several minutes, the girl was sobbing. "Please Miss Hollings, I've learned my lesson. I promise I'll leave you alone, only stop. I can't take any more."

Barbara slipped her left hand between them and fingered Ellen's pussy. It was moist. Barbara interpreted this to mean that Ellen was secretly enjoying her spanking, and she told Ellen so. "No," Ellen cried, "I can't stand it. Please, no more." "If I stop now," Barbara teased, "will you promise to be a good girl? No more sabotaged slide shows, no more altered presentations? If you have truly learned your lesson, I should have no more trouble with you. If not, I'll have to have you back for more training."

"I'll behave Miss Hollings," Ellen said. "Please let me go. I promise you, I won't cause any more trouble." "All right," Barbara said, "I'll untie you. Remember, if you ever cross me again, I'll whip you until your skin falls off." Barbara dumped Ellen off of the sofa onto her ass on the floor. As Ellen lay there, Barbara grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her across the rug on her bare bottom. "The rug burns will help you remember this after the pain of the spanking has gone," Barbara explained as she untied the girls feet.

Barbara held Ellen's hair in one hand as she untied her hands with the other. As Ellen rubbed feeling back into her wrists, Barbara was whispering in her ear, "Remember your promise. As long as you behave, you can keep your job with me. If you break it, I'll break you, understand?" "Yes Miss Hollings," Ellen said as Barbara released the grip on her hair. Ellen pulled up her panties and put on her skirt as quickly as she could. She wrapped her blouse around her, holding it with both hands as she rushed out of Barbara's apartment, leaving the door open. As Barbara went to close it one of the older teachers walked by and looked at her. "Giving a little private instruction, Miss Hollings?" the woman asked smilingly as she continued down the hall.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next two weeks were Barbara's best since she had come to Wells College. She still regretted firing Kim, but Ellen had remained respectful and had not caused any problems since their "meeting". Even the other professors and the students had noticed Ellen's changed attitude and were treating Barbara with increased respect. Dean Gormley had not spoken to Barbara since the last time, and Barbara realized that it was probably just as well.

Barbara didn't have any teaching assignments on Saturday morning and she had just gotten out of the shower after sleeping late when she heard the doorbell. She wasn't expecting anyone, so she threw on a short robe and went to the door. "Who is it?" she inquired. "Delivery for Miss Hollings," said an unfamiliar female voice. Barbara opened the door and saw a tall, well built woman in her mid-30's with light brown hair looking at her. "Yes," Barbara said, "You have a package for me?"

The woman grabbed the front of Barbara's robe in one hand and yanked Barbara off balance. As she did so, she drove her other fist into Barbara's stomach. Barbara was unprepared for the attack, and the blow to her stomach knocked the wind out of her. The black haired teacher slumped to the floor, holding her mid-section with both hands. The stranger lifted Barbara to her feet by the hair. As Barbara tried to get her feet under her, the woman kicked her between the legs. Barbara passed out from the pain.

When she came to, Barbara was naked. Her hands were tied behind her with the sash from her robe. As she rolled on her side, she saw a sight that took her breath away. In front of her stood the messenger, now herself naked. The woman had a spectacular body. Her short, brown hair, full breasts and wide hips with hard, firm thighs were breathtaking, even to Barbara. The patch of brown hair between her legs was only a shade darker than the hair on her head.

"Who are you and why are you doing this," Barbara asked. "I insist that you release me this instant." The woman laughed as she strode over to the teacher and lifted her easily to her feet. Keeping her arm around Barbara's waist and holding her close, the woman introduced herself. "I'm Martina Dodge. Before Dean Gormley hired you, I was a teacher at Wells." Martina felt the shudder go through Barbara's body at the mention of her name. "So," Barbara said, "Ellen Kinsey called you to help her, eh?" "She didn't have to ask," Martina said, "When I heard what you did to her, I made up my mind that you must like to spank young girls. If so, you must like to be spanked also. I never want to miss a chance to spank a young woman such as yourself. I came right over."

"That's disgusting," said Barbara, "I've never been spanked by any woman, and I don't intend to let you do so." Martina snickered at the woman's response, not the least because of her helpless condition. Martina pulled Barbara to the sofa. Martina sat down and, grabbing Barbara by the breasts, pulled the dark haired teacher over her lap. As she did so, Martina did not fail to notice the hardening of Barbara's nipples as they pressed against her palms.

With Barbara stretched out on her lap, Martina ran her rough hands over the teachers pale buttocks. She noted the slight shiver that ran through Barbara's taut flanks. Martina raised her hand and brought it down with a resounding "smack" against Barbara's ass. The youthful teacher gave a start and clinched her asscheeks together. Martina, becoming excited, started a slow, rhythmic spanking that soon had Barbara's ass glowing a bright pink. Martina knew that she was successful when Barbara began squirming on her lap. Martina began to move her hand around, making more and more contact with previously untouched portions of Barbara's behind.

When Barbara increased her writhing, Martina slid one hand under her chest and, using the woman's breast as a handhold, steadied the teachers body on her lap. The hand squeezing her breast caused Barbara to gasp, partly with shock and partly with excitement. As the dark haired teacher continued her squirming and writhing, Barbara's hips worked their toward Martina's knees. One of her legs slid off the woman's lap. When it did, Martina hooked her ankle inside of the leg and, at the same time, grabbed Barbara's other thigh with the hand that had been doing the spanking. She pulled Barbara's hips back onto her lap, leaving her legs open as Martina's knee slid between them.

The brunette ex-teacher now resumed her spanking, though less evenly than before. Whenever Martina felt Barbara clench her ass, she would hesitate. When Barbara could no longer maintain her muscular control and relaxed, Martina would slam her hand into the relaxed asscheeks. The constant clenching and relaxing of her muscles against the knee between her thighs was having a stimulating effect on the young teacher. The more she clenched herself, the more excited she became. Barbara's breath was coming in short, labored gasps. Martina recognized the signs, she had seen them many times before.

When she deemed the time right, Martina stopped spanking and laid her hand on Barbara's thigh. The young teacher never noticed and continued her rhythmic clenching and unclenching of her muscles. As she did, Martina slid her hand along the inside of Barbara's thigh and between her legs, finding the woman's wet pussy. The older brunette easily slid two fingers into the cunt and found the young woman's clitoris engorged. As she stroked it, Barbara emitted a gasp, "Yes, oh yes!" she said. From there, it was a simple matter for Martina to bring the young woman to a climax.

Barbara lay across Martina's lap, her chest heaving, drenched in sex sweat. Martina held the young woman's breast in one hand and her pussy in the other. Martina spoke first, "Now let's talk. I think you owe my protégé an apology. It seems you fired her without a valid reason. She will report to your office tomorrow morning. When she does, you will re-assign her to work. Is that understood, or would you like me to begin spanking your lovely behind again?"

Barbara blushed at the thought of what this woman had just done to her, and at her reaction to it. She only wanted Martina to leave her alone in her shame. "Yes, yes. Anything you say," Barbara said. "Just untie my hands and go. I don't want any more trouble with you. I'll rehire Ellen tomorrow. Just leave." Martina stood and, as she did, Barbara fell off of her lap on the floor. As the dark haired teacher lay at her feet, Martina looked down and smiled at her. Martina entwined her fingers in Barbara's black hair and dragged the young teacher into the center of the room.

Martina lay Barbara on her back and moved around to stand between her legs. Barbara's thighs gaped open, exposing her cunt to Martina's gaze. The older woman knelt between Barbara's knees, her hands resting on Barbara's thighs. Gently, she pushed Barbara's legs apart with her palms. "Please, no," was all Barbara said as Martina slid her hands down until they met at Barbara's pussy. "Please, don't," Barbara repeated as Martina bent and inserted her tongue in the still wet canal of her pussy. As Martina licked, Barbara began an involuntary motion with her hips, as if she were fucking Martina's tongue. The tempo increased as she neared another climax.

When she climaxed, Barbara clamped her thighs against the sides of Martina's head, her hips thumping against the floor. Then, her body shuddered and stiffened as she finished. Barbara lay exhausted on the floor. "Don't relax," said Martina, "you're not finished yet." As she spoke, Martina was reversing her position until her hips were directly over Barbara's face. "No, please," she said, "I can't." Martina silenced Barbara by lowering her hips until her pussy covered the teachers mouth. When she did, Martina bent and began her own tongue working to bring Barbara to arousal once again. "I expect every woman to do her duty," Martina said chuckling, "so get your lips busy."

When Barbara showed reluctance by not licking Martina's pussy, Martina teased the teachers clitoris with her tongue until it was hard and then gently bit it between her teeth. Even with her hips covering Barbara's face, Martina could hear the teachers scream. "This is your last warning," Martina said, "Lick, or else." Choking back her sobs, Barbara did as Martina wanted. Soon, both women were locked in a frenzy of sexual excitement as they used their tongues on one another. It was Martina who came first, Barbara followed seconds later.

CHAPTER NINE

They lay on the floor, Martina with her arms wrapped around Barbara from behind. The brunette had already licked and kissed Barbara's face until it was clean, now she cupped the woman's breasts in her hands and absentmindedly flicked the nipples with her fingertips. Barbara's eyes were closed and she had a satisfied smile on her face. "Well, Barbara," said Martina as she stood, "I've got to go. But there is one more thing before I do." She got up, went to Barbara's desk, picked up the phone and dialed a number. After only one or two rings, she spoke in a whisper to someone and hung up. "Don't think this hasn't been fun. But the fact of the matter is, this is only the beginning of our relationship."

The sound of that statement worried Barbara and she struggled to free herself of her bondage. "Don't struggle so hard," Martina said, "you'll be untied in just a moment." As she spoke, there was a knock at the door. Martina, still nude, padded to the door and asked, "Who is it?" Barbara's blood ran cold when she heard the answer, "It's Ellen." Martina opened the door and Ellen Kinsey entered. The lithe redhead was wearing shorts and a cotton T-shirt and was carrying a small gym bag. When she saw Barbara curled up with her hands tied, she broke into a wide smile. "Hi, teach," she beamed, "looks like you two have been having a party." She ran her hand between Martina's legs and sniffed her fingers. "I bet it was Barbara's tongue that got you wet," she said.

Ellen laid the bag down and quickly stripped off her T-shirt and shorts. Underneath, she was naked. Barbara noticed that her pubic hair was the same color as the hair on her head. Martina saw Barbara staring and asked, "See something you like Barbara?" The teacher blushed. "Before we start," Ellen said, "there's something I want to do first." She reached into the bag and pulled out one of the paddles that sororities use on their pledges. Barbara's eyes got big as she say it and realized what it meant. Ellen hefted the paddle and walked over to where Barbara lay on the floor. Entwining her fingers in the teachers brunette hair, she dragged the young woman to her feet.

"Now," she said, "where shall I put you?" Barbara couldn't bring herself to beg Ellen not to spank her, also, she knew it would do no good. She had spanked Ellen, and now the senior wanted her revenge. Surprisingly, the first thing that Ellen did was turn Barbara around and untie her hands. "Why did you do that?" she asked as she rubbed her wrists to restore circulation. "Why that's easy, teach," Ellen said. "If you try anything, Martina and I will get a chance to beat you up, and besides, I'm going to want you to do some housework for me."

Ellen took Barbara by the hand and led her to the kitchen with Martina following behind them. "Do you have any cooking oil?" Ellen asked. Barbara bent and removed a bottle from the cabinet and handed it to Ellen, who refused to accept it. "Open it and pour some in your hands," she said. Barbara did as Ellen had instructed. "Now rub it all over your ass and the backs of your legs," the redhead said. When Barbara's ass and thighs were liberally oiled, Ellen pulled her into the dining room and bent her over the dining table. Barbara gave a start when her breasts came into contact with the cool table top. Martina went to the other side of the table and took Barbara's wrists in her hands.

Martina pulled until Barbara's feet came off of the floor. Now her ass was sticking up in the air as she lay draped over her own dining room table. "Now we begin," said Ellen as she swung the paddle. When the wood made contact with the oiled cheeks of Barbara's ass, the sound was like a gunshot. Martina, who was looking right into Barbara's face when the paddle landed, burst into laughter at the expression on the dark haired teachers face. Ellen continued to spank Barbara using slow, steady strokes. When one part of Barbara's nether regions became red, Ellen changed her target.

Soon, Barbara's entire ass was fiery red and the teacher was writhing on the table in agony. "Please stop," she begged Ellen, "I'll give you your job back, more money, anything you say, only please, stop." Ellen ceased the spanking and reached over to turn Barbara's head so that she could see her face. Tears were running down Barbara's cheeks. "Do you really mean it? You'll do anything I say?" "Yes," Barbara responded instantly, "I mean it. I'll do anything if you stop spanking me. Please." Ellen tossed the paddle on the floor and nodded to Martina, who released Barbara's wrists. Ellen reached between Barbara's legs and, taking a fistful of black cunthair, pulled the teacher off of the table. Barbara fell to her knees clutching her injured pussy.

Ellen went to her gym bag and pulled out a Polaroid camera and a large black dildo. "Put this on," she said tossing the dildo to Barbara. "But," the young teacher said, "I don't know how." "Here," said Martina taking the device from Barbara, "you put these straps around your legs, like so, and this one around your waist." Barbara was amazed at how the member stood erect. "Just like Elwin's, only bigger," she thought. Ellen handed the camera to Martina and retrieved the paddle, which she handed to Barbara. "Stand here," Ellen said as she pulled Barbara to the center of the room, "and hold the paddle up, like this."

Ellen now stood in front of Barbara with her back to her teacher. The redhead bent over, her hair falling to cover her face and her breasts dangling below her chest. She backed up until she felt the tip of the dildo slide between her legs. "Now," she said, and Martina snapped a picture. Several more followed. One of Barbara using the paddle on a tearful student, another with the student on her knees licking Barbara's pussy and another with Barbara licking the student's.

Then Ellen and Martina forced Barbara into her bedroom where they pulled the covers down and had her get into bed with Martina. Ellen took several pictures of the two in bed together, their hands on one anothers breasts, kissing, etc. By this time, Barbara realized that the pictures would be used against her if she were foolhardy enough to ever resist them. Finally, they finished the roll of film. "I wish I had brought another roll of film," Ellen lamented.

The two women dressed and packed their equipment. "Remember," Martina said, "I've got these pictures and I don't have anything to lose. If I find out you're giving Ellen problems, not only will I come back and kick your ass again, but Dean Gormley will get copies of the photos." Martina started for the door, but stopped. "I forgot to give you a good-bye kiss." With that, she bent and grabbed Barbara by the breasts. Pulling her close, Martina kissed the young teacher, her tongue going deep into Barbara's mouth and fencing with hers. When Martina released her, Barbara was gasping for breath.

Martina moved to the desk where Barbara's purse lay open. The brunette rummaged around inside and pulled out a key ring. "I'll give Ellen your apartment key," she said removing a key, "and ask her to look in on you occasionally. I'm sure she'll be eager to give you whatever you need." "No! Please don't," Barbara begged, "I'll do anything you say, only don't give that girl my key, please?" Martina handed the key to Ellen. "Don't change your lock teach," the girl said, "I'll have a copy made and have yours back to you Monday in class." The two of them walked out arm-in-arm giggling, closing the door softly behind them.

CHAPTER TEN

Barbara was amazed at Ellen's work performance over the next several weeks. She was the best assistant in the department. All of Barbara's work was done correctly and on time. But the increased performance was not without its price. The first week Barbara had been visited each evening by Martina and Ellen. Martina insisted that Barbara fight Ellen. They each won once the first two nights, but on subsequent evenings Ellen had learned Barbara's weaknesses and each evening, she won her match more easily than the night before. The next two weeks, Ellen had come alone, but without any change in the results of their "fights".

Barbara and Ellen called them "fights", but in reality they were more like rapes. Once Ellen had overpowered Barbara, she forced her to perform oral sex and used the young teachers body in a series of humiliating actions. The last few evenings, Ellen had slept over with Barbara. Ellen was, Barbara realized, treating her like a pet. On the weekends, Martina came over and the women took turns abusing her. By the third weekend, Martina felt comfortable enough to bring over her new girlfriend, Kim.

Barbara was nude when Martina and Kim arrived. She and Ellen had just finished a bout of oral sex and Barbara hadn't had time to wash her face before she opened the door. When she recognized her student Kim, whom she had fired from Ellen's job a little over a month earlier, Barbara's heart fell. Kim looked her up and down disdainfully. "You look like a real slut, Ms. Hollings," she said as she pushed past the young teacher and entered the apartment. "I see you two already know each other," Martina laughed. Kim stopped short when Ellen, also naked, walked out of the bedroom.

"What's that bitch doing here?" Kim said turning to Martina. "Now, now," the former teacher said, "Don't get all upset. Besides, now that you know what Barbara is looking for, maybe you can get the assistant job next year. Right Barbara?" The poor teacher could only nod numbly. "Why did you bring her?" Ellen asked. "Well," Martina said, "I was getting tired of watching you whip Barbara's ass every night. I thought Kim might want to take her turn. After all, she got fired from her job because of you and Barbara." Kim glared at Barbara, "So that's why you kicked me out, so you could hire your girlfriend?"

Barbara shook her head, "No, it's nothing like that. I was forced to fire you. This isn't what it looks like." Martina interrupted her with a wave of her hand. "What do you say, Kim? Do you want to have a shot to get even with Barbara? I promise you, there will be no retaliation. Right Barbara?" "That's right," Barbara nodded her agreement. "All right!" Kim said and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Here," Martina said, "let me." The brunette unbuttoned the 20 year old girls blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Kim was wearing a pale peach, half-cup bra that made her 34C breasts appear at least a full size larger.

Martina unsnapped Kim's skirt and let it fall. Kim stepped out and faced Barbara. "Wait a minute," Martina said, "I think you should be nude, just as Barbara is." Before Kim could respond, Martina unsnapped her bra and reached around her waist. The older woman hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the girl's panties and pulled them to her knees. Kim recovered from her surprise, but offered no resistance as Martina completed undressing her. "Why don't you inspect your opponent Kim before you start. While you do, I'll get comfortable myself." With that, Martina began to undress.

Kim stood face to face with Barbara whose eyes were now misting with tears at this new humiliation. Gently, Kim reached up and wiped a tear from Barbara's cheek. She looked at the tear on her fingers, and then slapped Barbara's cheek as hard as she could. Before Barbara could raise her hand to the red mark on her face, Kim tore into her breasts with both hands. Using her fingernails as talons, she ripped the skin on Barbara's sensitive breasts, leaving long trails of red welts.

Barbara turned and tried to run away, but Kim was right after her, her hands finding Barbara's hair and dragging the teacher to her knees from behind. Kim leaped on the black haired teachers back, causing Barbara to fall to the carpet on her face. "You bitch," Kim yelled, "you fired me from my job. I was counting on that money for next year's tuition." The blonde student was pummeling Barbara's back with her fists as she yelled. "I'm sorry," was all Barbara could say, and she repeated it over and over. While Kim was abusing Barbara in the middle of the floor, Martina and Ellen were standing in the corner of the dining room, their arms around one another. They were enjoying the show.

Finally, Kim stopped hitting Barbara on the back and she hooked her arm under Barbara's and rolled the teacher on her back. By this time, Barbara had learned the folly of resistance when Ellen and Martina had her pinned. She, likewise, ceased to resist when Kim was finally seated astride her waist. "Don't hurt me, please Kim," was all she said. Kim disregarded Barbara's plea and grabbed the teachers nipples between her thumb and forefinger and pinched. The teacher squealed as the firm, young, blonde applied increasing pressure to her tender breast flesh.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Barbara was sobbing by the time Kim eased the pressure she was applying. "I thought you'd be tougher," she said as she stood, "Stand up you has-been." Barbara couldn't believe her ears. Here was a girl of 20 calling her a "has been" at 25. As Barbara stood to face Kim, the young student smiled at Martina, her mentor. When she did, Barbara seized the opportunity to drive her fist into Kim's unprotected stomach. The unexpected blow collapsed Kim to her knees. Barbara grabbed the girl's hair and slammed her knee into Kim's face. Kim fell backwards, blood gushing from her nose. Barbara was on top of the girl as soon as she fell, sitting on her chest with her knees pinning Kim's arms to the floor.

"Now," said Barbara in a smirking tone, "it's time for the student to learn a lesson in humility." Barbara begin slapping Kim's breasts back and forth until they were red and swollen. Then she pinched the girl's nipples bringing squeals of pain from the blonde junior. By this time, tears were running down Kim's cheeks, mixing with the blood from her nose. Barbara reached behind her and pulled out some of the youngsters pubic hairs, throwing them in her face for emphasis at who the better woman was. Finally, Barbara turned and shoved her ass in Kim's face. "Kiss my ass," she ordered. "If you don't, you'll never be getting up." Embarrassed and humiliated, Kim did as she was ordered. Barbara stood and placed her foot on the sobbing students chest and flexed her muscles for Martina and Ellen.

Martina helped Kim to her feet and wiped the blood and tears from her face. She supported Kim with an arm around her waist and helped the sobbing student to the bathroom. Ellen walked over to a beaming Barbara and poked her fingernail into Barbara's still tender breast causing the teacher to flinch. "I don't think you're so tough," Ellen advised, "she's a pushover. In fact, for a while I thought she was going to kick your ass. You were lucky to win." Barbara stood as straight as she could, looked Ellen in the eye and said, "Anytime you want it, I'll be more than willing to fight you for those pictures you and Martina took."

Ellen looked Barbara up and down and smiled. "How about right now? Or are your breasts, too tender?" As she spoke the words "too tender", Ellen jabbed Barbara's nipples with her finger twice. She was pleased to see Barbara wince and back away. Ellen lowered her hands and clasped them to her dark haired teachers hips, pulling their bodies close. As the tips of their breasts made contact, Ellen slid her knee between the teachers thighs. Ellen whispered in Barbara's ear, "I'll give you a chance to win the pictures back, but there's one condition. We'll fight a series of fights, if you win a fight I'll give you back one of the pictures. If you lose, you agree to be my slave for one day, twenty-four hours." Barbara hesitated to respond. She had to get the pictures back to remove the threat of blackmail that Ellen and Martina held over her head, but to be Ellen's slave for an entire day was too much.

"How about if I agree to be your slave for one hour?" Barbara asked hopefully. "Don't make me laugh," whispered Ellen running her tongue along Barbara's neck, "I won't agree to anything less than twelve hours," now she nibbled Barbara's earlobe causing the young teacher's pulse to quicken, "take it or leave it." Ellen slid her right hand between their bellies and slowly moved it down to Barbara's pussy. When she reached her target, she inserted her index finger and slowly massaged the teachers clitoris. Barbara tilted her head back and enjoying the sensation that her student was generating in her pussy. Ellen placed her mouth over Barbara's as she said, "A kiss to seal the agreement?" Ellen's tongue darted into Barbara's mouth and their tongues fought for dominance.

Just at this moment, Martina and Kim returned. The blonde was holding a cold washcloth on her nose. At her gasp, Barbara broke the kiss and blushed. Ellen swept Barbara up in her arms and carried her to the bedroom, calling over her shoulder at the others, "Come on Kim, you and Martina join us." Kim, looking confused, turned to Martina. "It's OK," said the older woman, "let's have some fun."

This would be Kim's first real experience with group lesbianism and only one of a few for Barbara. They couldn't have chosen better instructors. Ellen and Martina had been lovers for more than a year. For the next two hours the four women lay on Barbara's queen size bed, sampling the joys of lesbos. They frequently changed partners with Barbara having the opportunity to sample all three of the women. She was not surprised that it was Martina who ultimately gave her the most pleasure.

Hours later they lay together on the bed with Martina's hands encircling Kim's tiny breasts. Ellen and Barbara were entwined in the classic 69 position. It was Ellen who broke the silence, "Martina, you and Kim will be pleased to hear that Barbara and I have reached an agreement on an important matter." "Oh goody," exclaimed Martina sarcastically, "they're moving in together." Kim and Ellen giggled as Barbara sat upright indignantly. "That's not funny," she said to Kim, "Ellen agreed to let me win back the blackmail pictures that she and Martina have of me." "And she agreed to be my slave for twelve hours if she lost," pointed out Ellen with a sweet smile toward Barbara.

"Oh neat," Kim enthused, "can I see the pictures?" "Of course," Martina said, "I'll show you when we get back to my place. Who knows, I may give you a couple if you want an excuse to fight Ms Hollings." "I don't need an excuse," Kim said. "I had that bitch beat when she hit me below the belt. I won't forget that." Martina smiled at the venom exhibited by her new friend. "Hey," interjected Ellen, "how about Barbara and I having our first match right now? Are you game Barbara, or would you like to give your old bones a couple of days to rest?" Kim and Martina were whispering and giggling after Ellen mentioned Barbara's "old bones."

"I'll fight you anytime you want you bitch," said Barbara leaping out of bed and grabbing her antagonist by the ankles and pulling her onto the floor. "Whoa," said Martina leaping between the two. "Let's go into the living room and clear an area." This they did, none more eagerly than young Kim. When all the furniture had been pushed against the walls, Martina called the two to the center of the room. "OK, you both understand what's at stake, one picture against 12 hours of slavery. You may begin when you are ready." With that, she walked over and stood behind Kim, her hands around the little blondes waist.

"You're going to be sorry you made this agreement," Barbara said as she advanced on Ellen. "Don't be too sure," retorted the redhead, "I don't treat my slaves very well. I guarantee you won't like it one bit." With that Ellen dropped to her hands and knees and kicked out at Barbara's stomach with both feet. Fortunately for the teacher, she was able to twist aside at the last second, taking the blow on her hip. Even so, the force of the kick knocked her to the floor on her behind. She was halfway to her feet when Ellen dove on top of her. The two women rolled across the floor, scratching and clawing for an advantage.

They finally rolled to a stop with Barbara on top, her hands clutching Ellen's red hair. As Barbara struggled to straddle Ellen's waist, the redhead saw her opportunity and dug her fingernails into the black haired teachers breasts, which were dangling right in front of her face. Barbara's breasts were still tender from the abuse that Kim had inflicted only hours earlier. When Ellen struck, Barbara screamed and grabbed Ellen's wrists, trying to dislodge the redhead's grip. Martina and Kim could hear Barbara muttering, "No, no, please," as Ellen clamped down on the large, tender mammaries.

Slowly but surely, Ellen was able to force Barbara off of her using the grip on her breasts for leverage. For a few moments, the two women lay facing each other on the floor trying to catch their breath. Then Ellen swung her leg over Barbara and pulled herself into a sitting position on Barbara's stomach. She still maintained her grip on the black-haired woman's breasts. Once again, tears were running down Barbara's cheeks as her breasts turned bright red from the abuse that Ellen was inflicting on them. The harder Barbara cried, the weaker her struggles became. "Had enough, old maid?" teased Ellen as she leaned forward to increase the pressure on Barbara's breasts even more, "I'm really enjoying this. I may keep this up all night."

"Please," sobbed Barbara, "no more. I give up." "Say you'll be my slave," ordered Ellen. "I'll be your slave, just stop hurting me." yelled Barbara. Ellen released her grip and stood over the young teacher who now curled into a ball cradling her bruised breasts in both arms as she sobbed. Martina whispered something to Kim who went over and knelt next to Barbara. Kim helped the black-haired teacher up and steered her towards the bathroom.

CHAPTER TWELVE

In a few moments, Martina and Ellen heard the shower running. "I told Kim to put her breasts under some cold water. It'll keep them busy while we get ready." Martina slipped into her sweater and jeans and ran to the parking lot barefooted. She returned shortly carrying a gym bag. Ellen took the bag into the bedroom while Martina stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom to join Kim and Barbara.

When Martina opened the shower stall door she saw Barbara on her knees in front of Kim, the stream of cold water playing on their bodies. The young teacher was licking the cunt of her lithe, blonde student. Kim's head was back, her eyes closed, and her nipples hard and erect in the stream of cold water. When she noticed Martina at the door, Barbara stood up. Kim opened her eyes and glared at the teacher, "I didn't tell you to stop." Kim reached toward Barbara's tender breasts as if to grab them, but Barbara backed away suddenly, almost slipping on the wet floor. "That's enough Kim," said Martina, "I'll take over. You go help Ellen, maybe you can get her to finish what Barbara didn't."

Kim jumped out of the shower and, without drying herself, ran into the living room looking for Ellen. Martina stepped into the stream of cold water and shivered. She opened her arms to Barbara, "Come here dear," she said. Martina turned Barbara by the shoulders so that the icy water hit directly on her swollen breasts. Tenderly, Martina reached around and lifted and separated the large breasts, letting the water hit all over them. She could feel the heat rising from the flesh as she held them in her hands. Barbara sighed and leaned back, cushioning her back against Martina's huge chest.

Martina was enjoying the sensation of having Barbara give her breasts over totally to her. She began stroking the taut, swollen flesh, her thumbs tweaking and massaging the tender nipples. The nipples immediately sprang to attention, hard and erect. Their mere erection causing Barbara to groan with the pain it caused. Martina continued her gentle massage and begin to kiss and tongue the younger woman's ears and throat. Soon, despite the pain in her breasts, Barbara was beginning to respond to the sexual stimuli.

Martina continued to massage Barbara's tender melons with one hand, while she slipped her other hand between the teacher's thighs. Inserting her index finger in Barbara's pussy, she quickly found the clitoris and began to masturbate her rival. As Barbara climaxed, her knees buckled and she sank to her knees on the shower floor. Martina went down with Barbara and continued her fingering, attempting to bring a second climax to this woman that had replaced her on the Wells faculty. Barbara knelt on the floor, her arms limp at her sides as Martina completed her digital rape. When she had finished, Martina stood up and turned off the shower. After drying herself, she grabbed Barbara by the arm and lifted her to her feet.

"Mmmh towel," mumbled Barbara shivering with cold and sexual arousal as she fumbled for the towel that Martina had discarded. "You won't need that," Martina said as she pulled Barbara into the living room. On the carpet, Barbara was startled to see Ellen sitting on the chest of the little blonde who's face was busy between Ellen's legs. "Bring your little friend," Martina said to Ellen as she dragged Barbara into the bedroom. Barbara's eyes got big as she saw how her bedroom had been changed.

Barbara's bed had been turned to face the window. At the head and foot of the bed, handcuffs had been attached. In one corner of the room stood a camera on a tripod while, in the other corner, a floodlight had been plugged in. Ellen pulled a dazed Kim into the room and wrestled her onto the bed. Martina and Ellen quickly attached the handcuffs to her wrists and ankles, effectively spread-eagling the little blonde to the bed. "All right slave," said Ellen addressing Barbara, "get your tongue busy and finish what I started." To emphasize what she wanted, Ellen grabbed the teacher by her black hair and dragged her across the bed on her hands and knees. When she was in position, Ellen shoved her face first into Kim's crotch.

"I can't do this," pleaded Barbara, "please, don't." "Listen slave," said Ellen, "you're mine for twelve hours. If you give me any resistance," she reached into the bag, pulled out a leather whip and waved it at Barbara, "I'll take the skin off your ass." Barbara finally realized that she would never be free of this pair. She could see that, as long as she was at Wells College, she would always have them threatening her with the disclosure of the pictures. Now, they were going to take more so that, if she ever defeated Ellen, they would still have blackmail pictures.

Barbara lowered her head and started to lick Kim's cunt. "What was going on in the living room?" Martina asked Ellen as she snapped pictures of Barbara and Kim on the bed. "The little bitch came out looking for me to lick her cunt. I told her to go to hell, and reminded her about the pictures I have of she and Christina. She attacked me, so I kicked her ass. When I got finished beating her up, I was excited again, so I had her do me." "Good work," said Martina as she squeezed Ellen's breast.

After Martina had shot a roll of film of Barbara licking Kim's pussy, she had them change position and Ellen gleefully handcuffed Barbara to the bed. Kim was reluctant to lick Barbara's cunt for the camera, but a couple of lashes from Ellen's whip and a reminder of what awaited her if her pictures were released changed her mind. They shot two rolls of film with Kim on top, making sure to get both women's faces in the pictures. Barbara aided their efforts by climaxing just as Martina prepared to shoot a picture. "This picture of Barbara with her hips off of the bed and that look on her face is priceless. I'm going to frame this one and hang it in my bedroom," Martina said grinning at Barbara's humiliation.

Ellen looked at her watch and at Martina. The older woman nodded in response to Ellen's unasked question. "Well, that's enough for tonight," Ellen said. At Barbara's surprised expression the redhead nodded and said, "I never said the twelve hours had to be consecutive. I've used four hours tonight. I'll save the other eight hours until I think the time is right." "Wait!" Barbara screamed, "you can't do that. The deal was twelve hours, you never said it wouldn't be consecutive. You have to finish it now. I can't go on with this hanging over my head." Martina, laughing, stepped in to referee the disagreement.

"If you want," she said to Barbara, "I'll buy the last eight hours from her. But if you insist, I have to warn you, I enjoy inflicting pain. You may have to be hospitalized after I'm through with you." To demonstrate, she held up a huge dildo that she had in the bag. "Also, I believe that a young woman such as yourself needs discipline. I would like to spend a couple of hours with that whip and your ass. If I did, you'd beg for Ellen." "All right," Barbara sighed, "Ellen can have her eight hours. But I want that to end it. I won't fight her again, she can keep the pictures."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Martina smiled at Ellen and the two women packed up their camera and lights and dressed. Before they left, Ellen took Kim aside. "Here's the key to the handcuffs. If you use it wisely, you can get A's in her course and the job as her assistant next year. If you ever want to see Martina again, you'll have to fight me first. You better get to be friends with Barbara in there. She's more your speed. If you want to fight someone, pick on her."

Martina and Ellen left together. Kim went back to the bedroom where Barbara was struggling to free herself from the handcuffs. "Don't struggle Miss Hollings," she said, "I've got the key." Kim climbed up on the bed and seated herself on Barbara's large breasts. "I've been licking your cunt for the last two hours and I'm kind of horny. Now I'd like you to get me off." As she said this, Kim slid up until her pussy covered Barbara's mouth. She reached behind her and pinched one of Barbara's tender titties. Immediately, Barbara started to tongue the blonde's pussy.

After Kim had climaxed several times, she submitted to Barbara's begging to be released. When Barbara returned from showering, Kim was seated demurely in the living room, completely clothed. "While you were showering, I was thinking," Kim said, "I want to graduate, so my grade in your class is very important. It's so important," she continued, "that I might have to complain to the faculty council about your aberrant sexual advances toward me if I don't get an A. What do you say?" Barbara realized that, if Kim made any problems, Ellen and Martina would be named. If that happened, the pictures would become public. She nodded her assent. "OK, you've got an A, if you come to class every day."

Kim rose, and before she left, she kissed Barbara on the mouth. "Don't think it hasn't been fun," she said, "because it was. If you ever feel the need for some blonde pussy, give me a call." With that, Kim handed Barbara the handcuff key and left Barbara's apartment. Barbara sat naked in her living room looking at the ruins of her life. Her furniture pushed against the walls, her bedroom violated. She thought about her options and made up her mind to end it. The next morning, she went to see Dean Joanna Gormley.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When Barbara walked into Dean Gormley's office, she wasn't sure what she was going to say. When the time came, however, she had surprisingly little trouble. "I need your help, Dean Gormley," she said, "I'm being blackmailed by Martina Dodge and Ellen Kinsey. They are forcing me to use Ellen as my assistant. They have some pictures of me that they forced me to pose for. I'll resign at the end of the current year to spare you any problems, but I need your help. Can you do anything?" "I'll speak to Martina if you wish." Dean Gormley offered, "Where can I contact her?" "I don't know," replied Barbara, "but she and Ellen will be at my apartment this evening. Could you come over and talk there?" Dean Gormley thought for a second and then agreed.

That evening, Dean Joanna Gormley arrived at 7:00 PM. Barbara answered the door at the first knock. "They're not here yet," Barbara said, "Would you like a drink? I've already had a couple, myself." "Thank you." said Joanna as Barbara handed her a martini. The two women had finished their drinks and were well into their second, when they heard a knock at the door. Barbara opened the door and was greeted by Ellen and Kim. The two students were both wearing short, shorts and cutoff T-shirts. It was obvious to Barbara that neither wore a bra. She stepped aside and allowed them to enter. Kim stopped short when she saw Dean Joanna Gormley. "I'd better go, Miss Hollings," she said. "No!" called out Joanna, "you stay here. I want to get to the bottom of this."

"Where's Martina?" Barbara asked Ellen. "She'll be along, don't worry." said the young senior with a smile. Ellen went to the sofa and sat down next to Joanna, throwing her arm over the back of the sofa so that her fingers were lightly touching the Dean's shoulder. Kim stood next to the door glancing nervously from Ellen to Barbara and back again. Joanna turned to face Ellen and said, "Suppose you tell me what is going Ellen. Miss Hollings has been telling me that you and Martina are blackmailing her, is that true?" Ellen looked incredulous, "Are you kidding me? She's the one whose been blackmailing us. Miss Hollings said that if we didn't come over here and perform some disgusting sexual acts for her, she'd fail us. Isn't that right Kim?" Joanna looked at Kim and the blonde was blushing. "That . . . That's right, Dean Gormley. She made us do it. It was disgusting. Please don't tell my parents, they'd kill me if they knew."

"Wait a minute," screamed Barbara, "those two are lying. I never . . ." Dean Gormley held up her hand to silence Barbara. "I'm interested in talking to Martina. Let's wait until she arrives, maybe then we'll get to the bottom of this." They sat in awkward silence for about twenty minutes until there was a knock at the door. Barbara opened it and Martina strode confidently into her apartment. Barbara closed the door and stood behind Martina, ready for trouble. "Hello, Joanna," Martina said, "I thought I recognized your car in the parking lot. What's happening?" Barbara was surprised to see Joanna squirm uncomfortably on the sofa and only then she see Ellen's fingers massaging the back of Joanna's neck.

"I think we all know one another, so I'll skip the introductions," to Barbara's amazement, it was Martina speaking, "Shall we all get comfortable?" Martina unbuttoned her blouse and started to remove her skirt. "Dean Gormley put a stop to this right now," Barbara demanded. Martina turned to face Barbara with a smirk on her face. "I'm afraid your Dean Gormley can't stop anything." she said, "You see, your Dean Gormley used to be my Joanna. Isn't that right, Jo?" Barbara looked at Joanna Gormley and was shocked to see her sitting without moving, her face crimson, as Ellen unbuttoned her blouse and then ran her hand inside, massaging the breasts.

"You see, Barbara," Jo and I were lovers last year. Unfortunately, she was unable to help me when several other faculty members found out about me and forced the board to fire me. In fact, I may still have some of the pictures I took of us, Jo." Barbara was crushed. The woman she hoped could help her turned out to be either part of the conspiracy or a victim like herself. By this time, Ellen had Jo's blouse off and was turning the woman so that she could remove her bra. Jo looked at Martina and pleaded, "Please, don't do this to me. Not a student, please." Martina waved Ellen away with her hand. "All right," she said, "I don't want Ellen to humiliate you in front of your favorite new teacher and one of her students." Jo breathed a sigh of relief.

"But what you can do," Martina continued cruelly, "is remove your own clothes. Then, I'll let you strip Ellen. Go on." Tears filled Jo's eyes at the realization that she was to be humiliated by Martina and Ellen in front of Barbara and Kim. Realizing from prior experience that resistance was useless, Jo stood and faced Martina. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Next, she unzipped her skirt on the side and stepped out, revealing a half-slip. Slowly, like a stripper, she rolled it down her legs, quickly followed by her panties. She stood with her hands on her hips for all to see. For an older woman her figure was extremely well proportioned. Standing 5 ft 10, her 126 pounds was distributed 35B-22-36. Her breasts were, despite her 45 years of age, hard and firm, without a trace of sag. The graying hair on her head was not reflected in her pussy, which hair was still fully black.

"OK, Jo," said Martina, "now you undress Ellen." The young redhead jumped to her feet and stood in front of Joanna. "Yea, Dean Gormley," Ellen said with an edge in her voice, "undress me." She looked up at Jo's face as if issuing a silent challenge to the Dean of Women who was more than twice her age. Joanna bowed her head and unbuttoned the redhead's blouse. When she removed it, she tried to turn Ellen so that she could reach the snap on her bra. "No," Ellen said, "this way." So saying, the redhead hugged the older woman, wrapping her arms around Jo's waist and pressing her face between the woman's breasts. Jo was taken aback, but recovered, reached behind Ellen and unfastened her bra. When Ellen stepped back, the others could clearly see Ellen's lipstick marks where she had kissed Jo's breasts.

Kim had been edging toward the door during this exchange. Now, as she reached for the doorknob, Martina put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "You stay," she said, "this could be very informative." "Please, Martina," she begged, "let me go. I don't want to be a part of this." "If you want to go, go." said Martina. But as Kim again reached the door she added, "Your parents should receive copies of the pictures of you and Christina in about three days." Kim's hand fell from the knob, and her body visibly sagged. "OK," she said, "you win, I'll stay. Just keep my parents out of this."

Their attention returned to Jo and Ellen, who was now down to her panties. "I think," said Ellen, "you would have better luck with the panties if you were kneeling when you removed them." As she said it, she placed her hand on Joanna's shoulder and pushed the woman to her knees. From that position, Jo hooked her fingers in the waistband of Ellen's panties and pulled them down. Ellen stepped out of them with her right foot and, as she did, she threw her leg over Jo's shoulder, pressing her cunt against the older woman's face. "Kiss it, you dyke," she hissed, "or I'll kick your ass right here in front of everybody." As she said it, Ellen grabbed Jo's hair with both hands and rubbed her face against the red fringed cunt.

Martina turned from watching Ellen and Jo and spoke to Barbara and Kim, "Now you two might as well take off your clothes too." She started to remove her own clothes as she spoke. Soon, all five women were completely nude. Jo Gormley sat, sobbing, on the sofa as Ellen stood behind her, massaging her breasts. Barbara was sitting next to Jo and glaring across the room at Martina who held Kim with an arm around her waist. Ellen called to Kim, "Come over here and make Jo feel better." The Dean grimaced as the student called her by the familiar form of her name. Slowly, Kim walked across the room and stopped. "Open you legs, Jo," Ellen ordered as she pinched the Dean's nipples. Jo's legs popped open immediately. "OK Kim," Ellen said, "let's see some tongue action from you."

Silently, Kim knelt in front of Jo and lowered her head between the woman's thighs. Barbara couldn't miss the way Jo's body tensed as Kim's tongue found her "sweet spot". Meanwhile, Martina was rummaging through Kim's purse. She pulled out a photo and came over and showed it to Ellen who smiled and nodded. Martina moved behind Kim and laid the photo on Jo's stomach right above her pussy. "Kim," Martina said, "are these your parents?" Kim looked up surprised, and grabbed the photo. "You bastards," she said glaring at Ellen, "where did you get this, out of my purse?"

"Your mother's a fine looking piece of ass," Martina teased, "like mother, like daughter. I might want to have a private meeting with her on parents weekend. We could look my album of pictures of her daughter. She'd probably be willing to do a lot of things to keep those out of circulation." Kim jumped up and turned to face Martina, "Please Martina," she said, her voice trembling, "don't bother my mother, please. I'll do anything, anything, if you just leave her alone." Martina laughed. "You've got something to do right now, look at poor Jo, you left her hanging." Kim looked back at Jo Gormley and could see the woman had been nearing climax when she turned to Martina. Kim lowered her head and finished her task.

"Martina, you're a real bitch," Barbara said. "Why don't you pick on somebody your own size, so to speak." Martina looked around. "Who would you suggest Barbara? Little Kim, Ellen, old Jo Gormley, certainly not yourself! It doesn't look like I've got any competition here." She thought for a moment and added, "But you've got a good idea. We should have some action today. Why don't you and Jo pair off, and then Ellen and Kim?" Barbara was speechless. "So, Martina wanted to see her fight Jo Gormley, eh?" she thought.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Why not you and me?" Barbara offered. "It's probably more fair than Dean Gormley and I, after all, she's almost twice my age." "You bitch," Barbara heard Jo say. "You think my age is a problem?" "No," Barbara said, "It's just that,...I mean,...er," "Yeah, Barbara," Martina chided, "are you afraid you'll injure old Dean Jo?" Barbara realized that Martina had accomplished exactly what she had intended, to drive a wedge between Barbara and Jo. "OK Martina," said Barbara, "I'll fight Jo, if that's what she wants." Martina smiled as Jo pushed Kim from between her legs, threw Ellen's arms from her breasts and stood up.

Jo Gormley was 5 inches taller, but Barbara was several pounds heavier. Barbara's body was thicker than Joanne's whose wiry build appeared frail. What Barbara could not have known was that Jo worked out regularly in the gym and was in top physical condition. In addition, she had been Martina's lover for a year and had, of necessity, learned a lot more than Barbara about catfighting. All of this Barbara would learn later.

The two women circled each other in Barbara's living room. Before Barbara realized what was happening, Jo had grabbed her hair and pulled her into a headlock. The pressure on Barbara's head was excruciating. Jo was cutting off the blood to her head and Barbara was beginning to feel lightheaded. To break the hold, Barbara reached between Jo's legs and clawed her cunt, causing the woman to release her hold and clutch her injured pussy. Barbara followed up by grabbing Jo's ankles from behind, dumping the Dean on her stomach. As the air went out of Jo, Barbara leaped on her back.

Barbara clasped Jo under the armpits and, seated on the small of the woman's back, pulled her up into a "surfboard" hold. The groans of pain from Jo were evidence of the acute pain this hold caused. "Give up," Barbara gasped, "I don't want to hurt you." "Go to Hell," grunted Jo as Barbara increased the pressure on her back. Jo's feet were pounding the floor as she tried to ignore the pain in her back as Barbara continued to apply pressure.

If Barbara had continued with this hold, she could have won the fight. But the young teacher was inexperienced in catfighting and wanted to show off for Martina and Ellen. She dropped Jo's shoulders and rolled the woman onto her back. As Barbara stood over Jo's waist looking down, Jo grabbed Barbara's leg and rolled over. Unable to keep her balance with Jo rolling into her leg, Barbara sat down hard on the floor. Jo struggled to her feet, stretching and flexing her back. "OK bitch," she said to Barbara, "now we're going to get serious."

Jo moved behind Barbara and pulled her upright by the hair. When Barbara spun and swung at Jo, the Dean blocked the punch easily with her elbow. Jo drove her fist low into Barbara's stomach. As the punch landed, the air gushed out of Barbara and she sagged to her knees. Jo, still holding Barbara's hair, knelt with her and, from her knees, drove another punch into the dark-haired teachers unprotected stomach. Barbara fell forward, vomiting the contents of her stomach onto her carpet.

Jo grabbed Barbara by the ankles and dragged her around the carpet, her breasts rubbing across the carpet, burning the nipples. Soon Barbara was screaming in pain and crying for mercy. "Not for you, bitch," Jo said as she crossed Barbara's ankles and twisted, rolling the young teacher onto her back. Jo spread the woman's legs and kicked her in the cunt, causing Barbara to scream in anguish. Jo dropped Barbara's ankles and knelt next to the teacher. She reached between Barbara's thighs and took an handhold on the woman's pussy, with her other hand, she grabbed the teachers hair. Placing her feet in the small of Barbara's back, she pulled, bending Barbara's back like a bow.

Barbara flailed her arms and begged for mercy. "Please, I'll do anything you want. I'll resign, anything. Please, let me go, please Dean Gormley. I give up. I give up!" Jo let go and Barbara doubled over clutching her groin, tears running down her cheeks. Jo leaned over her victim, "You little pussy. You've got to the end of the semester, then you're out." She kicked Barbara in the ass and walked away. Martina gave her a "high five". "You've still got that killer instinct, Jo" she said. Nobody helped Barbara, who was crawling toward the bathroom.

"OK you two," Martina said, gesturing Ellen and Kim toward the center of the living room. Ellen was rubbing her hands together, "Would you like to make a wager on this?" she asked Kim. The blonde hesitated before she answered, "What did you have in mind?" "I'll put up my pictures of you and Christina from the dorm," the redhead said, "You put up a date with your mother for Martina." Ellen and Martina laughed. Kim turned beet red and took a swing at Ellen, which she easily blocked.

Ellen ducked under Kim's arm and drove her fist into Kim's exposed breast, causing the girl to cry out in pain. As Kim held her bruised mammary, Ellen punched the young blonde in the stomach, doubling her over. The cruel redhead yanked Kim's hair, causing her to fall forward on her knees. Ellen kicked her in the other breast as she knelt in front of her. Kim curled up in a ball holding her injured breasts with both hands. Ellen started spanking the young woman's pale ass with both hands, turning the cheeks red.

Kim tried to fight back. She scrambled to her knees and reached for Ellen, but the redhead danced out of range. When Kim got to her feet, Ellen moved in and quickly hit the blonde in the breasts with two quick jabs. Frustrated, Kim turned her back and tried to run away. Ellen was on her in an instant, yanking her over backwards by her blonde hair. As she hit the carpet on her back, the air was knocked out of Kim. Ellen quickly straddled her waist and pinned her arms with her knees.

With Kim unable to defend herself, Ellen slapped the girl's breasts back and forth. Bruised and sensitive from the abuse they had already received, Kim's breasts quickly swelled and turned bright red. When Kim begged Ellen for mercy the redhead merely laughed. Ellen now started to scratch Kim's sensitive breasts with her fingernails, raising red welts on the pale skin. Kim by this time was screaming with both pain and the frustration of being unable to defend herself.

Ellen stood up and Kim's hands immediately went to her injured breasts, cradling them gently in both hands. Ellen turned around and faced Kim's pussy. Ellen sat down hard on the girl's chest, knocking the wind out of her and trapping her hands under the redhead's ass. With Kim again unable to protect herself, Ellen began raking her fingernails across the soft flesh of the girl's exposed stomach. When she started on the inside of Kim's thighs and pussy, Barbara rushed over and pushed her off. "Leave her alone," she said, "she's suffered enough."

Ellen scrambled to her feet and confronted Barbara. "Watch out Teach," she threatened, "I might take you apart next." Barbara stood her ground between Ellen and Kim, who was curled up in a fetal ball, clutching her groin and sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm not afraid of you, you pervert!" said Barbara. Ellen's response was to punch Barbara in her still sensitive stomach. The teacher doubled over clutching herself. Ellen walked up to Barbara and lifted her head by the hair. The redhead twisted her teachers head until the angle was just right and then slammed her fist into the side of Barbara's jaw. The 25 year old teacher pitched forward onto her face as if shot.

Ellen stepped over the unconscious Barbara and turned Kim over onto her back. She sat on the girl's chest, pinning Kim's arms with her knees. "Now Blondie," Ellen said, "are you going to introduce your mother to Martina, or shall I continue the torture? You'll give up eventually, why endure any more pain? Why fight it, maybe Mommy will like Martina?" Kim struggled to free her hands but to no avail. Ellen dug her fingernails into Kim's nipples, twisting and pushing as hard as she could. Kim could take no more of Ellen's torture. "All right," she cried, "I give up. I'll do anything. Please stop, please?" Ellen ceased her breast torture and asked, "Will you introduce Martina to your mother, what's her name by the way?" "Jennifer, her name's Jennifer," Kim gasped, "Now please, let me go. I promise, I won't tell anyone."

Ellen looked at Martina, who nodded. She got off of Kim and walked to Jo. "Would you like to have a go at me?" she asked. Jo Gormley couldn't look Ellen in the eye, "No," she said. Ellen poked Jo in the nipple with her fingernail, "You mean, no Mistress, don't you?" Jo knew she was defeated. Martina had trained Ellen and Jo knew she couldn't beat her, she didn't even want to try. "No Mistress, I don't want to fight you," she said and turned away. Ellen patted her on the ass condescendingly. As she walked away she said, "That's OK, old timer, I understand." Jo shuddered but said nothing.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Martina took Jo by the arm and led her to Barbara, who was rising to her feet. She also took Barbara and steered both of them toward Barbara's bedroom. "Please Martina, no more." Jo begged. Martina only laughed as she called over her shoulder to Ellen, "Bring the blonde, we'll make it a threesome." Martina shoved Barbara on the bed and pushed Jo down next to her. "You two get acquainted, I'll be right back." she said.

Barbara looked at Jo through pain dimmed eyes. "How can you go along with this?" she asked. "Martina and I," she replied, "go back a long way. She showed me how much I like pain. What's more, she knows my weakness. I could never defeat her in a fight, she always beat me. Eventually, I learned not to fight her. Whenever it came to a confrontation, I gave in. If I could have, I would have saved her job and you wouldn't be here now. I was serious when I said your resignation should be on my desk Monday morning."

"But what about my career?" Barbara asked. "I've always wanted to be a teacher." "I'd forget about teaching," Jo said, "but I'll give you excellent references, who knows, you might fall into something better than Wells College. I give you my word, I'll do whatever I can to find you a good job." At that point, Ellen came in pushing Kim by her hair, her arm twisted behind her back. She shoved Kim onto the bed. Barbara felt for the young blonde, she touched the welts on the girl's breasts bringing a gasp from Kim as she lay on her back.

Martina walked into the room holding her Polaroid camera. "It's show time girls," she said. Jo turned to Barbara, "Come on Barbara, let's get it over with. I'll try to make it as enjoyable as possible." The two faculty members dragged Kim between them on the bed and, during the next two hours, Barbara, Jo and Kim performed one perverted act after another on each other for Martina's camera. When she shot all of the film she had, Martina and Ellen forced the three women to satisfy them.

Then, Martina and Ellen left together. Jo dressed and, after apologizing again to Barbara, she left. Barbara took a still dazed Kim into the bathroom where she scrubbed her wounds and bathed her body. They spent the night together in Barbara's bed. "What should I do?" Kim asked Barbara, "If I don't introduce my mother to Martina, she'll have me expelled. I'll never be able to get a teaching job with this on my record. On the other hand, if I introduce her to my mother, she'll try the same thing on her. Either way, I lose."

"I don't know," Barbara said, "I don't know. All I know, is that Monday morning, my career at Wells is finished. I wish to God I knew what to tell you. I do know that, if it were me, I would do anything to avoid having those women torture me. Fortunately, I won't have to make that choice anymore." Barbara wrapped her arms around Kim and they spent the night in fitful slumber.

On Monday, Barbara tendered her resignation to Dean Gormley. She received a glowing letter of recommendation, signed by the Dean. Before Barbara left, Martina came in. She and Joanna kissed, and Martina stood next to Joanna with her hand resting on the older woman's hip. "It looks like you two are together again," Barbara observed wryly. "Martina has graciously agreed to return to the faculty," Joanna said. "It seems we have had a sudden vacancy that only she could fill."

"Tell me Martina," said Barbara, "is that what this whole thing was about? Just a game to get your job back?" "Yes Barbara," she said, "I'm afraid that's exactly what this is about. But I have to tell you when all's said and done, I truly enjoyed our time together. You were one great lay." Barbara blushed bright red and Joanna Gormley chuckled at her discomfort.

"What about Kim and her mother?" demanded Barbara. "You've got your job back, can't you leave them alone?" "I don't know," responded Martina. "Kim's mother is one choice looking piece of ass judging by her picture. I'll wait `til we meet and see what happens. As for Kim, she's Ellen's now. I don't have time for her, but my assistant will make time. Now, you'd better leave. I may want to kick your ass once more, for old times sake." Barbara didn't wait to see if Martina were joking, she picked up her letter of commendation and left Wells College forever.

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