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Remote possibilities ( Wolvenrogue and Alexandria 94)

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Rex Walker was a professor of Criminal Justice at the local junior college. Ever since NCIS and other shows became popular, he has a sudden increase of pretty female students. One student in particular had caught his eye, and he had taken to fantasizing about how he would kidnap her take her to his cabin and have his way with her. As spring arrived and the women started wearing less and less clothing, his fantasies became more and more graphic, until one day he determined to make them reality.


He came prepared that day with a small gym bag which held all the man would need. to take his captive and have his way with her. He came in to the class room as he always did, and placed the bag under his desk and looking at the end of the second row, he found her just where she ought to be.
 
When Morgan would get up in the morning she always had the same routine, get dressed brush teeth and then straighten her hair, but for today she decided she wanted to look a little bit prettier than normal so she curled her brown waist length hair in tight little ringlets, which halfway fell before she got to school but she still looked cute.

Even though Morgan didn't want to admit it, she was attracted to her teacher, but so did most of the other girls in her college class, so when she walked into her class that morning, on the last day of school, and just as she got comfortable, in walked her sexy teacher.
 
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, to day we are going to have a practical demonstration, since it is our last day of class. I need a volunteer, How about you Morgan?" he said looking straight at his personal wet dream " come up to the front and sit in this chair." he waited for her to come up and while he waited put the small gym bag on the desk. "Sit down please." he said as he withdrew a short length of rope from the bag.
 
She looked back and forth from him to the rope, and then back at him again before walking slowly up to the front of the room and sitting in the chair, her shorts riding up to almost the exact line of where her buttcheeks are.
"Uhm, sir?" She asks Walker, kind of nervous to be up here like this, with all of her classmates staring at her, she could feel her palms getting clammy and her breathing getting heavier.
 
He didn't acknowledge her question but instead addressed the class. " We will cover the techniques often used by criminals to secure kidnap victims" As he continued to speak he stood behind the chair looking over her shoulder and straight down her white button down blouse. He pulled her arms quickly behind the back of the chair, which forced her large breasts up and forward, straining at the buttons of the shirt. Pulling her wrists together he tied them securely and then tied them both to the chair behind her.
 
While the teacher did this, it caused Morgan to both be astonished that he would do this in a classroom in such a provocative manner and that he would actually tie her to a chair, and tightly tied at that. Morgan knew that the way she was sitting had her 34C breasts up, but she tried to ignore the fact that out of her peripherals she could see Mr. Walker sneaking a peak every now and then. She told herself that once class was over she was going to have a very strongly worded conversation with him about how this was not a good thing to be showing, and that he did not ask for her permission to tie her up directly. Just thinking about it made Morgan wonder if her reddening face was from anger or from embarrassment.
 
As he continued describing how a person could be immobilized, he selected another rope and kneeling in front of the chair he tied her ankles securely together. From where he was he had a wonderful view of the camel-toe her plump pussy lips were making against her shorts and her hard nipples which were threatening to poke holes in her bra and blouse. They were so prominent, he wondered if sh wore a half bra that day.
 
She could still see him staring daggers through all of her private areas, but as she toned him out while he went on and on about what criminals do correctly and what they don't, she lost all track of time until he used her name in the lesson he was lecturing and that was when he noticed that there was only five more minutes until the bell to go home on the last day, and she was still tied to the chair.
"Uhm, Mr. Walker, it is almost time to go, you should probably untie me now."
 
With that, he got up and said one last lesson, a criminal will often want to silence his victims, and with that he extracted a ball gag form the bag, and forcing her lips open fixed it firmly in place behind her neck. Just then the bell rang and with no regard for her condition, he simply said "class dismissed! have a good summer." Leaving her tied he said good by to the rest of the students as they left. When the last were gone he walked over and closing the classroom door, he locked it and pulled the shade, then returned to her. "Well Morgan, think you are well prepared for some private study, Don't you?" he said with a perfectly sinister smile. Taking the scissors from his desk he stepped in front of her and one at a time cut away the buttons on her blouse. "I'm sure that is more comfortable , he said.
 
Morgan scoffed at him, she couldn't believe nor understand what he was doing, except when she watched him shut off any kind of outer interaction, she did understand and it did frighten her, but she was determined not to let it show, so when he snipped the blouse, showing her very lacy, almost transparent bra to him, her face reddened, but her eyes narrowed at him.
Her now clammy hands gripped the sides of the chair as she could hear the last of the cars outside leave, and she now knew that it was only Mr. Walker and her now in the building.
 
" Do you realize what a terribly bad girl you have been all term?" he asked. "Especially lately, showing up in skimpy shorts and a tight blouse, tempting all the boys? What did you have in mind? HUH? You think that is proper behavior?" with that he untied her fro the chair leaving her ankles and wrists tied and pulled her up and over to the large desk. Bending her over it, he stretched a rope from her wrists to across the desk and down securing it to the legs at one end,an then, untying her ankles, secured on to each desk leg, pulling them far apart.
 
She tried to save herself after he ties her to the desk, "Please! Mr. Walker, It was just getting hot outside I didn't mean anything by it," But when she realizes that he is already coming over toward her, she tries to thrash her way out of the bonds holding her to the desk. She struggles and struggles, and even though she mildly loosens the ropes, that only thing that she succeeds in getting are severe rope burns on her wrists and ankles.
 
Walker picks up the scissors and cuts through each leg of her shorts and up through the waist band then pulls them away. He doesn't bother cutting the tiny thong underneath, but simply rips it away exposing her nether lips to his view. using his big hands to spread her ass cheeks he has a good look at the pink flesh between them before picking up a yardstick from the corner by the chalk board. Lining up, he rubs it on her tender ass before the stick cuts the air with whooshing sound before landing a stinging blow. across the very tops of her thighs.
 
Morgan feels very naked and vulnerable under his gaze, and she doesn't like it. But when he uses the yard stick across her very tender thighs she really doesn't like it, she hates it and immediately hatred fills her head, with her eyes seeing red. She screams, but with no one here at the school and the gag still in her mouth it does her little good, but with a whack like the one she just experienced it was hard to stay quiet.
The only thing she could think of doing was grabbing the yard stick and sticking it somewhere where the sun doesn't sun on Mr. Walker, no matter if he was sexy or not.
 
Hearing he scream, was like tossing gasoline on a fire for Walker, lining up again and a gain, he striped the tender backside till it glowed a bright pink, and burned as though on fire. " I wonder if you have learned your lesson?"he asked her. "Have you?" Using his bare hand he gently massaged her very pink ass and could feel the heat it was generating. Running a finger along her slit he collected the moisture there and brought it to his lips savoring its tangy flavor.
 
"Fuck You." She tries to say through the gag in her mouth, even though it comes out as a muffled murmur. She hates him, and whenever she got the chance she was going to kill him, or at least strike back in some manner. She was being defiled and she would be damned if she would let it stand later on. Morgan could feel her poor thighs and how raw they were, she was surprised she couldn't feel them bleeding. Frustratingly she balls up her hands into fists, because right now that was the only thing she could do.
 
I think its time we left here. he said quietly going to the store room, he came back with a blanket and lays it out on the floor. Untying her ankles he bound then together again, and then untied her wrists from the desk. Laying her on the blanket, he rolls her up in it so she is completely unable to move. He throws her over his shoulder and takes her out the back door of the building and puts her in the trunk of his car, then climbs in and drives away.
 
She doesn't have much time to think while he is doing these actions, and by the time he is finished with them all, and she is laying in the trunk she is astonished at the situation. It didn't help her case that she already thought he was sexy, didn't help that her already bad enough rope burns were getting worse and that the blanket was rubbing the freshly layered skin off of the already raw upper thighs. She rolls around in the blanket for a moment or two, trying to get something to do anything, but comes up with nothing.
 
The car rolled along for just over 2 hours, before it finally stopped and the trunk opened. He unrolled the blanket on the ground and she found herself sitting in the dark on the sandy, dirty forest floor. he pulled off the gag. "scream all you like, no one will ever possibly hear you."
 
Instead of screaming she snarls at the teacher, and then takes in a huge breath of fresh air, just happy to be out of the trunk. The entire time she looks at him, with narrowed eyes, and if she could steam would be coming out of her ears.
 
Seeing how angry she is, he decides to chide her, and leans down and gives her a long kiss on the lips. Realizing before hand she won't be cooperating, but wanting to tweak her over nothing.
 
She smiles at the chance of a small revenge and while he kisses her, she bites his bottom lip, so hard that she can taste his blood in her mouth, and inside she can feel herself dancing over the small victory.
 
" You bitch! he screams as he wipes away the blood. You will pay for that for sure. He said. Taking her by the hair, he drags her along the ground to the cabin, and ties her to the post on the porch, her hands high above her head. Taking the remains of her shirt in his hands, he tears it off of her, and going out in the thicket he finds some raspberry canes covered in thorns, He begins swatting her back and bare ass with them drawing blood.
 
The scrapes as her drags there hurt badly enough but when he begins to best her with the raspberry cane she whimpers, loudly, but she is determined not to scream out in pain. While she is tied up on the post so many things ran through her mind. Like why did it have to be her, she obviously didn't want this, and why is her favorite teacher being like this.
With each strike that mr. Walker strikes her whimper get louder but she is determined to keep her mouth closed
 
He turned her to face him, her back now pressed against the wooden post. Seeing her press her lips tightly closed, he says “ Well it looks as if you won't be so quick to bite now. His eyes scanned her lithe body and stopped at her breasts. He had fantasized this moment so many times as she sat leaned over her desk, her heavy breasts swaying slightly beneath the thin tops she generally wore. “Ahhhhh there you are my pretties” he said as he reached out and tweaked he pink nipples. “ You have teased me long enough, now it is my turn to tease you!” he untied her from the post, and he again grabbed her hair, forcing her to hop along behind him to keep from falling. He dragged her over to the large wooden table in the middle of the room, and lifting her onto it, laid her on her back and tied her down.

Going to the cupboard he produced a bottle of cod liver oil, and using his finger, carefully painted her pussy and nipples. The moment he opened the bottle was opened, Cleo, his cat was up on the table and purring. He let Cleo lick the oil from his fingers and and then sat in a chair to watch the fun.
 
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