Chapter Two.
After a fitful nights sleep Annette awoke still under the influence of the GHB
drug, exactly as James had predicted. Keeping in mind James's wishes Annette
showered, then carefully chose her wardrobe.
She selected the flimsiest pair of white knickers and slipped them on over a
tiny garter belt that supported sheer stockings. Annette had deliberately
selected a smaller pair so the tops came just above her knees.
She chose a white semi-transparent petticoat that plunged daringly down to the
edges of a delicate white brassiere, loosely holding her tiny tender tits apart.
Annette's bottom was red from the beating she'd received but she hadn't bruised.
She was feeling the sexual craving of the day before but imprudently took two
more of the confiscated tablets with a glass of water.
Annette completed her wardrobe with a tight white skirt and matching three
quarter length jacket, the skirt dropping to her knees and hiding the rib of her
hose tops just above.
Annette buttoned first three or four buttons of the oriental collar of the
long jacket to prevent the low neckline of her petticoat from being exposed.
Slipping on a pair of white high heeled sandals she thought herself ready for
school
Arriving early at the school Annette asked the porter to accompany her to her
classroom. There she supervised as he moved the classroom furniture about to her
satisfaction.
Thinking carefully how she could satisfy both herself and her willing
audience, Annette angled her desk towards the double desk on the front row.
She'd had it placed specifically by the window for the two boys. The position
she'd arranged the furniture in made it possible for them to see under her desk
whilst no one else in the class would be able to.
At one stage the Headmaster popped in and Annette explained that she was
making sure that the two troublemakers would be under her gaze from now on. The
Head nodded his approval, looking at Annette far more intensely than normal.
Annette knew he'd noticed the change in her and she felt another sudden rush of
carnality flood her body.
Making sure that the Headmasters eyes were on her Annette appeared unaware as
she casually bent over, overtly to retrieve some books from the floor. She felt
her tight skirt rise at the back of her legs and knew the white skin of her
thighs above the tops of the nylons were exposed to his gaze.
Turning to face him she let the books slip from her hands and, averting her
eyes from him, she slowly squatted in front of him to retrieve them.
Looking up under her thick black eyelashes Annette could see his eyes fixed on
her beautiful spread legs, the skirt rucked halfway back down her thighs
revealing the flesh beyond the stocking tops. Making sure that he could see
everything, Annette parted her legs wider to allow the headmaster to see of the
narrow white band of her knickers barely covering her pulsating vagina.
Annette had a sudden inexplicable craving for the Headmaster to cane between
her legs. She could feel it so strongly that she experienced a sudden gush from
her vagina and her cheeks flushed red with ardour.
The Headmaster, seeing her blush and mistakenly thinking that Annette had
caught him looking at her knickers, forced his gaze away from the erotic sight.
The Headmaster then quickly opened the classroom door and left the room, very
much aroused by this new and exciting view he'd had of his young student
teacher.
Having arranged the desks to her satisfaction Annette sat at her own and
waited for the first lesson of the day to begin.
At nine-o-clock the children filed obediently into the classroom and took
their places at their new desks, Arthur and James seating themselves
complacently in front of her and staring pointedly at her legs under the desk.
The whole of the day was to be taken up by computer studies and a computer and
two keyboards had been placed on each double desk. From the master set on her
desk Annette typed out the instruction that she wanted each pupil to compose an
essay that she'd monitor from time to time. They were all connected to the
master set through "E" Mail. Only Annette could read all their messages and
reply on a one to one basis.
Almost immediately Annette's screen flicked into life. "Good morning Miss
Hendrix. I see you've got some more clothes now."
Without even checking the source she typed "What do you want me to do?" As
Annette pressed the transmission key to the boys computer, she could see the
complacent looks of satisfaction on their faces. They were now assured that she
was still under their influence.
"Legs open wide again" was the terse reply.
Annette placed her feet wide apart and opened her legs as far as the tight
white skirt would allow. She looked straight at the two boys to gauge their
reaction. They were staring in open admiration straight up her skirt. Annette
kept her knees as wide as she could, enjoying the overpowering erotic thrill
that exhibitionism brings. She knew the light from the window allowed the boys
to see her legs and knickers clearly. She'd inspected the leg band of the
knickers that morning and they were transparent enough to show her pink cleft
right through them.
Annette ostentatiously went on working at her computer and on some term papers
that she was preparing. After awhile another message appeared on her screen from
James.
"Take your knickers off." Shakespeare he wasn't, Annette reflected as she
carefully and unobtrusively started to carry out the instructions she knew were
inevitable.
Checking the rest of the class to make sure they were busy, Annette slowly
reached down to the hem of her skirt.
Her white three-quarter length jacket hid the skirt from the rest of the
class, so Annette felt safe to edge the skirt gradually up past the tops of her
nylons. She rucked it round the tops of her thighs and hooked her thumbs into
the waistband of her brief knickers.
Cautiously Annette slid the gossamer thin knickers down her legs, easing first
one foot out and then the other. She had a large plastic shopping bag resting
against the side of her desk where she deposited them. Now nude up to her waist
Annette looked quizzically at James.
"Get your fucking legs open you cunt" came the next piece of prose from the
barely literate lad. Ah well. I suppose I should be thankful that he can spell
thought Annette, parting her legs as wide as she could. Her shaven pink vulva
open and glistening for the two lads to smirk at.
"Take all your clothes off under the jacket" was the unanticipated command
that followed. Annette wasn't prepared for this startling request and was both
unsettled and strangely intrigued with it.
"This is going to take a little time" she typed. James gave her an
imperceptible nod and Annette made sure that the rest of the class were still
preoccupied before she started.
The skirt was easy enough. Annette merely unzipped it and slid it demurely
down her lovely legs, stepped out of it and tucked it into her bag.
The rest was going to prove something of a problem. She started with her white
satin petticoat, covertly fishing under her jacket whilst writing one of the
term papers. Annette undid first one then the other satin strap holding the
garment up over her small mounds.
Whilst writing with her right hand Annette moved her left hand down below the
desk. Tugging the silken material at her waist with her thumb and forefinger,
she felt it slip over the cups of her lacy brassiere, sliding down the inside of
her jacket to fold in a silken pool at her hips. Annette shuddered deliciously
as the two satin straps slicked over her shoulders and down her back. She then
simply slid the garment off her legs and placed it on her lap.
Waiting a short while and answering one or two other "E" Mail queries,
Annette's left hand went nervously under her jacket again. She'd decided to
remove her brassiere in the same way she'd taken off her petticoat. Annette
surreptitiously undid the two brassiere straps from the tiny catches resting on
her delicious tits. Luckily the bra was front fastening and Annette managed to
unclip it with one hand. She felt her small tits free themselves from the cups
as the brassiere slipped down to join the petticoat on her lap.
Gathering the two undergarments up she slipped them into the plastic bag,
snapping loose one of her garter straps at the same time. Methodically Annette
snapped off all her garter fastenings with her left hand in the next five
minutes, finally reaching behind and undoing the restricting garter belt.
Slipping off her high heeled sandals, Annette pushed each nylon stocking over
her smooth kneecaps. By lightly rubbing her calves together, Annette encouraged
the gossamer like hose to slither down to her trim ankles where she hooked each
one off, leaving her entirely naked apart from the long jacket.
Knowing James's fondness for earthy language Annette slipped on her high heels
and typed "I'm naked apart from my jacket. Do you want to see my bare cunt
again?" She looked at James who nodded his confirmation.
Annette was now able to part her thighs as wide as possible. This she did,
displaying her wet pink slit to the two delighted boys.
James made Annette exhibit herself to them the rest of the morning, requesting
that she push her fingers inside herself and masturbate to one climax after
another. It was enough for Annette to be just exhibiting herself to excite her
to this sexual state. She found she had a serious problem disguising her
agitated state from the other children, some of them looking very puzzled at
Miss Hendrix's distracted manner.
Annette was thankful when the lunch bell sounded.
James and Arthur were the last ones to leave the classroom. James looked at
Annette boldly and said. "Take off your jacket now Miss Hendrix. We'll be back
before the other kids to make sure you get it back. I want you bare all
lunchtime and trapped in here."
With some alarm Annette slipped the jacket off her bare shoulders, leaving her
completely naked apart from her high heels.
"What about going to the toilet?" she enquired tremulously. "I'll need to go
for a pee."
James dispatched Arthur to the science classroom and waited till he'd returned
with a large glass container. Both boys watched with amusement as James insisted
that Annette to do it right there in front of them. Blushing violently, Annette
took the glass container and opened her legs wide, teetering on her high heels
as she looked down at her hairless cunt and held the glass between her legs.
Annette felt her bladder relax and her urine started to gush from the pink
slit, splashing into the glass she held under her. She watched the vessel slowly
fill with her hot yellow pee as she stood in a half crouch in front of the two
sniggering boys, finally dribbling to a stop in short weak spurts. With tears
pricking her eyes that she'd been reduced to this by her injudicious bravado
with the pills, Annette nevertheless went on to plead with James for a fresh
supply of the same drugs.
"I'll bring some back after lunch break. There's a condition though. I want
you to go out with me tonight as my girlfriend. We'll be going to a youth club
so you'll have to dress the part."
Young Annette Hendrix agreed with alacrity, feeling as if she were going out
on her first teenage date instead of accompanying one of her students to a kids
club.
She was then left in the classroom the whole two hours in her exposed state,
hiding behind the cupboards whenever she heard footsteps passing by the door.
James and Arthur did indeed return just before the rest of the class, allowing
Miss Hendrix to slip on her three-quarter length jacket before the beginning of
the afternoons lessons. James had brought a plastic bag from home. He explained
that there were some clothes of his thirteen year old sister inside that he
wanted Annette to wear that evening. "She's big for her age so they should fit
you. There's also a bottle of the pills you wanted" he added.
The rest of the afternoon passed with James instructing her, via the computer,
to reveal herself to them on various lewd ways. She actually achieved an
organism on two occasions, thrusting her fingers in and out of her insatiable
vagina.
When the final bell was sounded James whispered to her that he would meet her
outside his house at seven that evening. Annette dressed, picked up the plastic
bag and made her way home.
After a light meal and a shower, Annette took six of the GHB tablets that her
constitution seemed to be craving even more now. She didn't shave off her pubic
stubble or her armpits as James had asked her not to shave any of her body hair
in future. He wanted his new 'girlfriend' to be as adult as possible.
Allowing the calm and sensual effect of the pills to wash over her, she
opened the bag that James had given her.
Although they were about Annette's size, they were the clothes of a thirteen
year old teenager. Annette pulled on the white cotton knickers, barely managing
to fit them over her hips. Then followed a rather cheap looking cotton
under-vest with a small lace border round the neck and arm holes. The under-vest
was made for a thirteen year old with no tits so Annette just managed to
struggle it over her own barely discernible tits. She then put on the short
tight grey skirt she'd found that ended mid-thigh. A thin tee-shirt with an
Oasis picture on the front completed the ensemble.
Annette found a white pair of ankle socks and black patent leather strap-over
flat shoes in the bag that she put on with distaste, a far cry from her
sophisticated high heels and nylons.
After tying her long dark auburn hair into two pony tails, one either side of
her head in a style she hadn't adopted for years, Annette discovered that James
had included some cheap cosmetics in the bag.
She applied the rather garish blusher, crimson lipstick and heavy green
eye-shadow and looked at herself in the mirror. Annette was amazed at the
result. In her everyday adult clothes she looked the typical pretty aspiring
schoolteacher. However the transformation from schoolteacher to pupil was
astonishing even to Annette.
Looking every inch a precocious thirteen year old using her mothers make-up,
Annette noticed how she'd lost height wearing the child's flat shoes. Her
height, now less than either James or Arthur, was accentuated by the flat
childish look of her chest under the thin tee-shirt. The child's under-vest held
her small tits flat against her slim body.
Annette posed and primped in front of the mirror, popping into her crimsoned
mouth a stick of bubble gum she'd found in James's sisters cosmetic purse and
chewing in the mock childish fashion that girls in their early teenage years
did.
Finally pulling on a grey school cardigan she'd had since she was twelve years
old, Annette set off for James's house.
Loath to use the car because of her youthful appearance, Annette caught the
bus to the other side of town where James lived. He was waiting for her outside,
not wishing his sister to see where her clothes had ended up Annette supposed.
They walked arm in arm to the local youth club where James was a member.
Annette was itching with desire again as James slipped his arm around her slim
waist, and James was just so smug that he'd got his beautiful schoolteacher into
this compromising situation.
The club was alive with kids. Not one of them appeared to be above thirteen
years old to Annette including herself. There was a noisy rap record playing and
a soft drinks bar that appeared to be doing a lively trade. Annette was later to
discover that the soft drinks complimented the various drugs a lot of these
youngsters were on, herself included eventually.
James and Annette drifted to a group of kids who seemed to be James's crowd.
Although they were twelve and thirteen years old Annette couldn't feel superior
or adult as she looked just like them. One of the girls looked Annette up and
down critically, sensing competition. James introduced her around as just
"Annette, my girlfriend.""
As the rap music belted out Annette found a drink thrust in her hand and
tablets offered to her, three or four of which she was urged to take.
Light-headed from the effects of these drugs, she joined in the crude laughter
and dirty talk of the sniggering children.
Eventually James took her to one side. "I've a chance to make a bit of money
here" he confided to her. "Some of the kids want to see yours and Jennifer's
cunts. We've got to go behind the stage and I can charge them a quid each just
for looking."
Reckless by now with the effects of the various drugs, Annette looked at the
girl James referred to as Jennifer. She saw a pretty dark haired twelve or
thirteen year old who was looking at Annette challengingly.
"Why not?" said Annette, now feeling sexually available for anything. "Let's
go Jennifer." She added, leading the way to the door by the side of the small
stage.
Backstage it was hot and claustrophobic and Annette removed her cardigan.
"Well? Are you going to bring the kids in? We can't stand here all night" she
enquired in the childish tone of voice she'd adopted.
James disappeared, returning a minute or two later with an assortment of
youngsters who gazed at the two girls with a mixture of lust and wonder.
Beckoning a boy of about nine over to her Annette asked imperiously. "Have you
paid?" The boy nodded mutely and Annette took the hem of the short grey skirt
and struggled it up her thighs to her waist.
Hooking her thumb into the elastic waistband of the white knickers, she pulled
them out in front of her rounded tummy and looked down. Annette could see her
pink vagina pouting in the nest of her white cotton knickers as she pulled the
now reluctant boy over to her. Standing him in front of her so the others
couldn't see, she peeled the knickers down and displayed her naked cunt for him.
He stared entranced as Annette parted the delicate pink lips of her labia for
him.
"Can I touch it?" he asked breathlessly.
"No you can't you little bugger" replied Annette crossly, cuffing him around
the ear with her free hand. "You've not paid for that. Now fuck off."
She'd decided to be as crude as the children themselves to gain acceptance by
the group. She pulled up her knickers and beckoned the next boy of about the
same age over and glanced at Jennifer. "I thought you were supposed to be
showing yours as well" she said peevishly. "Lets see your fucking knickers down
your legs as well."
Annette watched with some fascination as the pretty thirteen year old girl
nervously pulled her short patterned skirt up her legs. Jennifer had tried in
her childish way to dress as sexily as she could.
As opposed to Annette's white ankle socks and child's strap-over black shoes,
Jennifer was wearing nylons with brown casual sneakers. As Jennifer tugged the
skirt over her hips Annette saw that her underwear was still in the child's
bracket. Jennifer was wearing a pair of pale blue cotton knickers with little
pictures of teddy bears printed on them.
With more bravado than the girl obviously felt, Jennifer pulled the young lad
over to stand in front of her. Annette watched as Jennifer drew the knickers off
the front of her stomach and tugged them down to mid-thigh. For a thirteen year
old Jennifer had an amazing amount of black pubic hair surrounding her vagina.
Giggling a little now, the pretty girl looked down at her hairy slit and
placed two fingers on either side of her labial lips. The young boy looked on
with delight as Jennifer massaged her cunt which made a soft liquid sound as her
fingers touched the inner lips and clitoris.
Annette bade another boy over to her as this was going on. She again bared her
vagina for him as he stared dumbly at her. "I wanted to see your bum" he said
querulously. "That's what I paid for. I paid to see your bare bum."
Sighing, Annette turned around. Hooking her thumbs into the top of the cotton
knickers she pulled them down off her white behind and bent over to allow the
lad to see.
"No" he whinged on. "I asked to see the hole. I said I wanted to see your
hole."
Bending almost double, her white knickers taut across her thighs, Annette
reached either side of her legs with her hands and pulled apart the cheeks of
her behind. Spreading her legs she made sure that the boy got a good look at the
small puckered hole of her anus.
As she straightened up and adjusted her clothing James, who'd been whispering
to the rest of the boys gathered there, said to the two girls. "The rest of them
have just agreed to pay more if you take off more clothes and let them touch you
and stuff."
Without waiting for their consent James nodded to the next lad, a boy of about
ten years old. This youth was far cockier than the preceding ones. "I want you
to take off her clothes" he said to Annette. "Then she can take off yours."
Looking helplessly at James, Annette saw him nod for her to obey the boy's
instructions. She then looked at Jennifer who was smiling rather boldly at her.
Annette reached across to the girl and tugged her sweatshirt up her small slim
body. Jennifer wore nothing underneath and her budding tits were bared for them
all to admire, the tiny mounds heaving up and down with excitement.
Jennifer clasped her hands together and looked down as Annette squatted in
front of her, unbuttoning and unzipping the side of Jennifer's dress and
slipping it down her nylon covered legs to the floor. Wearing just her garter
belt, stockings and knickers, the thirteen year old girl looked small and
vulnerable in front of the gathering of boys.
Annette tugged the child's knickers down her legs to reveal the surprising
patch of black pubic hair between her legs. Finally, unsnapping the garter
straps, she denuded the girl completely, pulling her shoes off and stripping the
nylons off her legs.
Jennifer stood quite unselfconsciously naked in front of the group as though
she was quite used to this abasement. Annette thought she looked prettier than
ever, her perfect face surrounded by her short black hair that was bobbed into a
'Doris Day' crop. Jennifer's sparkling eyes were alight with wantonness as she
approached Annette to undress her in turn.
"Just wait a minute" said the boy. "Just take her dress and tee-shirt off and
pull her knickers down for the moment."
Jennifer tugged the hem of Annette's tee-shirt out of the waistband of her
skirt and pulled it off over her head. Annette glanced down and was pleased to
see that her two small tits hardly showed through the tight white under-vest.
The naked girl then unbuttoned and unzipped the grey skirt and allowed it to
drop to the floor, taking hold of the waistband of Annette's knickers afterwards
and tugging them down to her ankles. Annette self-consciously covered her vagina
with both hands as she faced the group of children dressed in only the skimpy
under-vest, ankle socks and strap-over shoes, her knickers draped over them.
Annette made to step out of them till the boy's commanding voice said "No."
"Leave them where they are and take your hands away. We want to see it."
Opening her legs to tighten her knickers round her ankles, Annette dropped her
hands away from her pubic area exposing her bare shaven slit to the children.
After the initial shame of allowing the young boys to snigger at her state of
undress Annette became fascinated by the young lad's obvious state of arousal.
Staring at the front of his jeans Annette whispered "Take it out if you want.
I'll let you push it into me if you do."
As the youngster unzipped his trousers and pulled his little stiff penis out,
James cut in. "I'll say who puts his dick into you and who doesn't."
Annette hardly listened to him as she gazed at the boy's aroused state. She
felt a sudden excited release in her vagina and followed the boy's gaze at it. A
thick translucent liquid was pulsing out of her tender pink slit and running
down her inside leg. 'My God' she thought. 'I can't control myself anymore. Just
one look at this child and I'm creaming myself.'
She giggled suggestively, allowing a middle finger to dip into the sticky
moistness of her cunt. Annette was now all little girl experimenting with the
boys at sex games. None of the sophisticated English teacher was there at all.
Her slim body trembled with lust as the boy pulled at his small member, unable
to take his eyes off Annette's bare slit. As the lad's semen pulsed out of his
penis the group was suddenly interrupted by the youth clubs organiser.
"What the hell's going on here?" he shouted as the group scattered leaving
just the two girls, the lad who was masturbating and James.
The organiser, a Mr. Richard Woods, made them all dress and follow him to his
office.
The four stood in front of Mr. Woods with their heads down whilst he lectured
them on the lack of morality in today's youth. Annette was quite frankly
frightened lest she was found out to be a teacher. She was sure there was
something illegal about her corrupting minors. Therefore she was somewhat
relived when Mr. Woods gave them the choice of the cane or reporting them to
their parents.
The other three reluctantly said they would accept his punishment. Annette
knew that what Mr. Woods was about to do was illegal, but was too comforted that
she wouldn't be found out that she also quickly agreed to be caned.
Annette watched with fascinated dread as the small boy went first. He was made
to unbutton his trousers and pull them down with his underpants. Mr. Woods then
made him bend over and administered six vicious whacks with a lethal looking
cane to his bare bottom.
James underwent the same treatment with a stoic determination. Then the pretty
dark haired girl was summonsed in front of Mr. Woods.
She was crying in anticipation of the punishment but Mr. Woods was
unrelenting. "Pull up your skirt and pull your knickers down." He commanded.
The girl tugged her tight skirt up her trembling legs. Mr. Woods sniggered
when he saw her attempt to look adult with her nylon stockings and garter
straps. "You can't wait to grow up can you? Now pull your panties down."
The girl pulled her knickers down to her knees and bent over, presenting her
pretty pink bottom to Mr. Woods. He delivered six stinging blows to her
quivering buttocks causing angry looking welts to appear immediately.
As the weeping girl straightened up and re-adjusted her clothing, Mr. Woods
beckoned to Annette.
She went over to him nervously, now appreciating what it must be like for her
own pupils to be summonsed by her for a ticking off.
"You're the little temptress now aren't you?" said Mr. Woods menacingly. "Well
don't just stand there. Pull your skirt up and push your knickers down. Don't be
shy. You've shown all these before I'm sure."
Annette's trembling fingers took hold of the hem of her short skirt. Wriggling
her hips she pulled it up and over her white cotton knickers to her waist. Then
hanging her head down, she eased the knickers down to mid-thigh and bent over in
front of Mr. Woods.
Despite the smarting pain the punishment had caused him, James felt a rush of
desire at the sight of his beautiful schoolmistress bent over in front of Mr.
Woods, ready to receive a thrashing.
Richard Woods noticed the faint weal's from Annette's previous caning and
immediately connected them to her schooling. He knew it was illegal for schools
to cane children so he assumed that she must have been unmanageable and some
teacher had used it as a last resort.
"I see that you've tried some teacher's patience young lady" he said to the
trembling Annette. "Well you'll pay attention to this punishment. I'll give you
twelve instead of six. Maybe you'll learn a lesson this time."
Placing the cruel cane on Annette's bare behind. Measuring up he brought the
instrument up and swiftly lashed down on her trembling flesh. The pain was
excruciating and Annette cried out aloud. "Ooooh... uh... uh."
She felt as if she were going to urinate there in front of Mr. Woods and the
children and glanced at her exposed vagina. Annette could see it was oozing a
semi-clear viscous liquid and she steeled her vaginal muscles ready for the next
blow. It came with such stunning ferocity, cutting at her bare bottom and
causing Annette to whimper in agony. She saw with despair that she was starting
to urinate and tried her best to control the flow, managing to restrict it to a
dribble that wet her inner thighs.
The next blow fell with an unbelievable racking pain and Annette found she
couldn't control herself any longer. Her bladder relaxed and she sprayed the
floor between her spread legs with a jet of urine before she managed to bring
herself under control. She was now weeping brokenly, her sobs and lack of
bladder control causing James to find he was getting a huge erection. This was
the beautiful young teacher who, until quite recently, he'd held in tongue tied
awe and respect. The next development surprised and excited him even more. Mr.
Woods lost his temper when he saw the sobbing girl's uncontrolled reaction to
his punishment.
"Right you dirty little cow" he snapped, beckoning the other crying girl to
fetch a bowl from a small sink in the corner and place it in front of the
wailing Annette. "Turn around so they can all see you and empty your bladder
before I carry on. You'll receive five extra strokes for doing that."
"Uh... uh... uh... uh..." she hiccupped, unable to cease her moaning cries as
she turned to face the small group of children. Annette hung her head in shame,
painfully spread her legs and squatted over the bowl, allowing her pink wet slit
to open and gush a hot stream of liquid into the bowl. When she finally dribbled
to a stop, Mr. Woods made her turn around again and bend over, presenting her
bare behind and spread legs once more to the children.
As the blows fell one after the other, Annette became numbed to the agony and
felt herself coming to a sexual climax time after time with each impact. When
he'd finally finished, Mr. Woods curtly told Annette to pull up her knickers.
"I... I c... cant S... sir" she wailed. "My bottom hurts too much." Annette
gingerly pulled her skirt down, leaving her knickers now draped around her
ankles.
"Oh very well then" snapped Mr. Woods, indicating for her to pick up her
knickers and put them away. "When you next come to this club you'll report to me
and I'll check your all appropriately dressed before your allowed in. Is that
clear?" Annette nodded tearfully and the other children muttered their
willingness to do so as they were ushered out of the room.
As soon as they were out of the youth club and into the dark park on their way
home, James made Annette strip off all her clothes apart from the thin cotton
under-vest, white socks and patent leather shoes. Then he made the poor crying
girl walk through the park in this state, each step sending flashes of pain
through her smarting body. He even cruelly stood her in the light of a street
lamp an kneaded her battered and bruised behind whilst she unwillingly climaxed
time after time. He gazed with fascination as her vaginal juices squeezed out of
her throbbing slit and ran down the inside if her legs.
Annette spent the night in the park with him. Giving in to his every whim and
desire. The one thing she managed to obtain from him was about a months supply
of the GHB tablets she craved for. She hobbled home in the early hours of the
morning and slept the sleep of the dead lying on her stomach...
