Hot Teacher Enslaved (Pt. Two)

Mrs. Lucy Harper (43) bawled her eyes out all evening worrying about what to tell her husband. She had tried to protect her teenage son, Brian, from a gang collecting on his gambling debts. The hooligans slipped her a strange drug then a dozen of them stripped her and callously used her body. Worse, the drug made her enjoy the humiliation. They shaved her pubes and tattooed the shaven area with an evil eye saying it was their gang emblem. They warned her that the drug was addictive and she would die unless they gave her more.

She couldn’t tell her husband what had happened! How could she explain the tattoo — or the bruises covering her body? What could she do? The shock almost made her go to pieces. Three showers and she still felt dirty from their filth.

By the time her husband, George, came home at 11pm, she finally had herself under control; her eyes dried and make-up covering the redness.

Lucy melted into George’s arms in relief. He, feeling quite amorous swept her off her feet and directly onto the bed, untying her bathrobe. Wide-eyed, taken aback, he stared at her shaven pussy and outrageous tattoo. “What the hell have you done to yourself? Lucy, what is that?”

Lucy, the normally prim and proper school teacher, trembled in fear but managed to lie: “I…I…I thought, maybe, that is, I wanted to look sexy for you. I thought shaving might be sexy.”

“Shaving?! That’s a hell of a lot more than just shaving! What the hell is that, that thing? That eye!” George was horrified.

“George, I love you. Please understand. I accidentally picked the wrong tattoo. It was dark. I thought I was pointing at a red heart.” Lucy stammered another lie.

“You went to a tattoo parlor? You had them tattoo your privates? Some tattoo artist touched your privates?” George was outraged and stormed out.

Lucy heard the door slam. A car screeched away and she wept most of the night. George returned the next day, moved his clothes into the spare bedroom and refused to speak to her or listen to her.

She went around in a daze the next two days, mumbling and stumbling in front of her class. Late on the second day, she abruptly felt painfully sick and dizzy. Lucy felt desperately in need of something and shuddered at the realization she needed that filthy drug those monsters had given her. By morning she was doubled up in pain and nausea. George pointedly ignored her.

The phone rang. It was John, the student she had gotten expelled, the student who belonged to the gang.

“Good morning Mrs. Lucy Harper. How are you?” John was so polite.

“What do you want? What have you done to me?” Lucy’s weak, sick-sounding voice pleaded.

“Thought you might like a treat, that’s all.