Stage Fright

Chap. two: Next Challenge

True to his word, the professor returned at precisely midnight and switched off the vacuum. Amongst good natured jeers, applause and gracious compliments, Jim’s students made their departure leaving the eerily empty room to him and his protégée. Karen lay motionless and quiet under the latex covering, no longer restrained by the relentless suction, totally exhausted and drained by her sexual ordeal of the past several hours. She had lost all count of the orgasms that continually raked her innocent and naive body, melting her mentally into a semi-conscious altered state of reality. Now she lay physically exhausted and mortified at the prospect of getting out, dressed and slinking away unnoticed. She was almost overcome by her own fumes. Trapped under the sheet, she reeked of sweat, sexual excitement and her own urine.

Jim released the sheet from its anchoring points and pulled it gently from its captive. The latex had to be peeled from Karen’s body, sticky from her own semi-dried fluids. Turning beet-red from embarrassment and humiliation she quickly moved to cover her naked breasts and pubis with her arms and hands. She tried to stand and scamper to her clothes but she collapsed into the waiting arms of her Professor:

“Easy Does It! You had quite the workout this evening. Why don’t you let me help you to the bath for a good soak to perk you right up?”

“No, I just want to go Home! Please just let me get dressed, then I’ll clean things up and be gone”; she stammered.

“Its alright, I have a Maid used to cleaning this room.” Said the professor. “ Let me help you to the bathroom so you can dress in privacy…Please?”

She had to let him. Karen couldn’t walk or stand without his supporting embrace. She was very aware of her nudity, his sheltering and supporting her bare flesh…she was somehow becoming aroused again in her vulnerability. She was almost disappointed when he gently lead her to the bathroom, gave her the clothes and closed the door for her.

The trip home was uneventful except it seemed like everyone on the bus could smell her rank body and all its Female in heat flagrance . She felt like an animal. she certainly smelled like one. she regretted not taking the professor up on his offer of a bath. No one was up when she arrived home, she quietly climbed the stairs to her room. She was so exhausted she didn’t even bother to wash-up before climbing into her pajamas and slipping into bed.

Karen slept late the next morning. Her first class wasn’t till after lunch and she had the house to herself. She curled up in her warm bed and her thoughts drifted through every luscious moment of the previous night. It all now seemed like a dream, a wonderful erotic dream. Hard to imagine that it had actually happened to her. Soon she was pinching her nipples and gently massaging her crotch through the thin cotton of her old pajamas. She surprised herself to realize that she had not played her naughty little game in a very long time. My, but she could be very ’Nasty‘ to herself just thinking about sex. Karen began to remember one of her favorite fantasies as she pulled the covers over her head and began to unbutton her pajamas.

She imagined herself as Grettle, lost in the woods with Hanzell. They are found by a very stern woman who scolds them for being so far from home and ties them together with a rope so they won’t wander off again as she leads them to her house. She forces them to the basement and orders them to undress because they are so dirty. They are both shy about undressing and are scolded sharply till they comply. Once they are naked and meekly trying to cover themselves with their hands, the woman gathers up their clothes and carries them away. She returns with a switch and begins to swat them on the back and butt, forcing them into a cage…

By this point as she re-imagines her story, Karen has pulled off her pajamas to be totally bare under her bed covers. Her nipples are rock hard and erect from being rubbed and pinched. Her fingers slippery from probing into her excited crotch.

The fantasy continues with the woman keeping them in the cage for many days. She ties their hands so they are helpless. She feeds them constantly to ’fatten them up’. The woman forces them to relieve themselves in a bucket while she watches. She massages their bodies and probes their most intimate places with her fingers. The woman constantly teases Hanzell’s penis to keep it erect and every once in awhile she forces him to ejaculate as Grettle watches. At night they are tied together, face to crotch. The wicked woman even makes Grettle hold Hanzell’s penis in her mouth and makes him bury his face in her pussie… By this point Karen is having a really good orgasm and the fantasy sleeps into blissful sleep. She always feels such decadent pleasure at wakening up and finding herself naked in her bed with sticky fingers and a luscious ripe smell emanating from her body.

Today, Karen was almost late for classes. She way overslept and had to frantically rush through her shower and hygiene to make it to school. The Drama Professor intercepted her as she raced down the Hall:

“Karen, just the person I was hoping to See!” Jim reached out his arm and stopped Karen’s’ rush. “Hope you benefited from last nights exercise, I expect your performance to greatly improve as you overcome your shyness. But also I would like you to meet with the swimming coach, he’s expecting you in his office today at six P.M. I want you to work with him to tone up your body. You are a very pretty girl, as we saw last night, but you haven’t been taking very good care of yourself and I want to change that.”

Turning ’Red’ with embarrassment at the realization that this very ’good looking ’ man now knew her body in intimate detail; bowing her head unable to look the professor in the eye, she said she would be meet with the ‘Swim Coach’.

The Drama professor and the swim coach were close friends. They had discussed Karen over lunch and agreed as to how she should be manipulated. She arrived at his office right on time, obviously very nervous and intently studying the floor as he interviewed her. She immediately confessed no talent or experience with competitive swimming and he assured her that none was necessary. Her purpose in coming to him was for physical conditioning at the request of her Drama coach, his friend. It was only necessary for her to fully trust him and absolutely obey all instructions. He would also continue to work with her on overcoming her shyness. He threw her a one-piece team swim-suit, told her to go put it on and come right back.

When she returned in the suit, very red faced with embarrassment, he told her to stand at attention in the middle of the office with her eyes on the ceiling. The young woman before him definitely had possibilities, but not as a competitive swimmer. Karen processed a beautiful round, full body, wide at the hips and healthy breasts. Her nipples were poking out of the thin material of the suit. He also noted a few strands of pubic hair escaping under the crotch-line of the suit. He would soon correct that and smiled with anticipation at the thought that he would soon be enjoying the sight of that body without the suit.

Coach led Karen to the pool and told her that she was to report to him every school night at six. The Team would be gone and they would have total privacy after he locked the doors. The coach spent several minutes telling her how to swim ‘Free-Style’, ‘Breast Stroke’ and ‘Backstroke’. He then put her into the pool and talked her through ’Flip Turns’ and set her to doing laps. The coach watched her closely with growing excitement, imagining the possibilities if she was willing to totally submit to his will. It was now time to see…He stopped her swimming, criticized her technique and told her he required her to swim without the suit in their private lessons so she could better feel the proper flow of the water around her. With a little hesitation, Karen slipped out of the suit and threw it onto the pool deck. The coach set her to swimming more laps and through ally enjoyed watching her beautiful ass bobbing through the water and gyrating through the ‘flip-turns‘. He had her finish with a lap of ‘back-stroke‘ and was very entertained by her heaving breasts and loins.

Coach ordered Karen out of the pool: “That’s enough for today. When you come back tomorrow I want your entire body shaved, except for your head of course, we have a cap for that.” With that he let Karen scurry to the showers, the secession was over.

As for Karen, she was shaking from sexual arousal. Lucky she was in the water or the coach would have seen her pre-cum juices running down her legs. She could hardly wait to get home and start shaving…too bad that the coach didn’t insist on watching her do it. Karen knew she was going to be under the covers without her pajamas again tonight.