Ann Berrybush and the Elevator

"It's been a while," she said. "Is it possible they forgot about us? That we're just standing in this corner for nothing?"

"I dunno." The more accurate answer would have been "I don't care." He had no desire to leave Miss Berrybush's arms. He was getting a little antsy, though. He remembered having an orgasm, but his hard-on told him otherwise. A twinge of need ran through his member. Perhaps Ann might accidentally brush against him some more.

"Maybe we can try the hatch again," she suggested. A grinding sound cut off Tommy's answer.

"Is that-"

"I think the power's coming on." The elevator doors shut and then dinged. "All right, get ready to run back to the classroom."

"Uh," Tommy sputtered. He had no time to prepare mentally. The doors pulled open. There was a gaggle of boys standing behind Amber and Brandi. Ann and Tommy recognized a few of the faces from class. Tommy then remembered that he was standing there with a boner but without a stitch in front of the crowd. He clapped his hands over his erection.

"Let's go!" Ann tried to push her way out of the elevator.

"Not so fast, teach." Amber held the pole up to Tommy's throat, trapping them in the doorway.

"Put that down or you'll be in even more trouble than you already are, Amber."

"Ooh, you've got me scared now."

"Point that somewhere else." Tommy grabbed the hook on the end of the pole and pushed it aside.

"I want to point it right this way," she said and pushed the pole back toward him. "You're free to get out of the way, though, since Miss Berrybush is the main attraction and you're just in the way."

"No, Tommy, stay!" Ann pleaded.

"Don't worry, I'll keep these brats from hurting you."

"Brats?" Amber gasped in mock exasperation. "Them's fightin' words!"

She tapped his balls with the pole with enough force to stun him but not enough to sterilize him. He groaned as his body went limp in Ann's arms.

"Tommy!" Ann was genuinely concerned, but wasn't against keeping him propped up to cover herself.

"Let the boy go, teach, or he might not be having any babies in the future," said Amber, motioning with the pole toward his nuts.

"Please, Miss Ann," begged Tommy.

There was no use in threatening the girls when they were so clearly in charge. Reluctantly, she let Tommy slide from her arms, covering her chest when he fell to the floor. He knelt in front of the elevator door before falling on his face. He held his balls in hopes of easing the pain while cursing under his breath.

Meanwhile, cheers erupted from the peanut gallery. They knew Amber and Brandi had Miss Berrybush cornered. For some, though, seeing her with only panties, stockings, a garter-belt, and a pair of arms to hide her most private areas was enough to make them go wild.

"I think some people here are really itching to see what you've been hiding for so long, teach. Let's stop playing modest, huh?" Amber pulled at Ann's arms with the hook.

The tip was sharper than it looked. Why did she need this weapon to open and close the blinds in her classroom anyway? Even a little girl like Amber felt threatening pointing the thing at her. At this point, Ann realized she had lost all control. She was at the girls' mercy, which meant every last stitch was going to come off.

That control she lost was over herself as well as her students. Her loins absolutely flooded at the knowledge that Amber and Brandi would have their way with her in front of these boys. And Tommy.

Amber pushed harder against Ann's forearm with the hook. "My patience is wearing thin, dear teacher. Just like the guys behind me."

She allowed the hook to push one arm down, leaving her other one to cover the bare minimum. The crowd of boys shouted and jeered. Boobies! Knockers! Tits! Jugs! Melons! Their lewd catcalls rung out and rattled in her ears.

She flinched as the hook tapped her remaining arm. She couldn't believe she was wishing for the nice, quick stripping Amber and Brandi usually provided. When everything came off at once, there was no choice in the matter. And the brats' previous pranks always allowed for her to make an escape. Now she was trapped. As her arm lowered, she felt as if she were willingly exposing herself. She knew she was under duress from the metal hook, but she couldn't help but see herself as a willing participant.

Another cheer erupted as her breasts were fully revealed. The air was chilly and somehow made her nipples harder than they already were. She hoped they weren't so conspicuous as to tip everyone off to her shameful secret. The tip of the pole pushed against her aureole.

"Quite the nipple stand there, teach. I think you might break the hook with those things."

Her face burned. "It's just cold in here. Now stop...oh, don't do that." Her sentence derailed as the cold metal poked her nipple. She protested, unwilling to admit she could be enjoying the touch of the hook. Reason now told her that her feeling of willingness was true. Amber might have been spiteful, but she wouldn't do any physical harm to Ann. She would have been in very serious trouble if she hurt Ann with the hook. If Ann had been strong, if Eros had not clouded her judgment, she could have made her stand against the brats right here.

Then reason struck her out of nowhere once again, overcoming her intoxicated state in a brief flash. The elevator was fixed. There was no reason to be standing here, getting fondled by Amber. She fell back into the elevator and jabbed a button.

She laughed as the doors closed, then nearly cried when they opened again. Amber had kept them from closing with the pole. Brandi rushed in and left a doorstop on the threshold to keep the sensors activated. Such a basic flaw in her escape plan. She wondered if her faculty for reason had deserted her.

"Nice try, teach, but the show must go on. And you're the star. Now step on stage." The hook tapped her rear, ushering her into the doorway of the elevator again.

"Get her panties off! Let's see everything!" yelled one of the boys.

"They're getting restless, teach. I'm afraid these are going to have to come off." The hook pulled at her waistband. Her panties stretched out off her body. "Oh my! Is that a wet spot right there?"

"Don't be ridiculous." She could barely muster more than a whisper. "Look, just let me go. Let me go right now and we'll forget this whole thing."

"A deal, huh?" Amber let Ann's panties snap back against her skin. "Well, I've already got a deal going on with these guys behind me. And they say they want to see everything. Besides, I can tell you'd much rather stay here with us."

The pole pushed her legs open just wide enough to slip between them. Then it worked its way up until it hit her crotch. Just the feeling of that cold rod, even through her panties, forced her to stifle a moan. It sat still for a moment, allowing Ann to fathom what was going to happen to her. Then it spun, inciting another moan that had to be stifled.

The pole stopped, then moved back and forth. No matter how hard she bit her bottom lip, it couldn't stop her heavy breath and tiny, high-pitched moans. "Stop it." It was perhaps the least convincing command Miss Berrybush had ever issued.

"This is just delicious, teach. You're getting off on this, aren't you? Everything we do turns you on, doesn't it?" Amber knew the answer to her own question, but there was still a bit of surprise in her voice. She hadn't expected Miss Berrybush to succumb this easily.

"No, please, don't. Not true." She panted between her words.

"Don't deny yourself the pleasure." Amber gave a great heave. Ann couldn't hold back anymore - her mouth opened wide and let out a yowl of pleasure. "Now let's get you undressed all the way."

The hook ran up her lower back and snagged on her garter and the waistband of her panties. When Amber pulled, Ann was left completely indecent. Amber tossed the fabric back into the crowd. Two boys fought over the wet, torn panties until they pulled them to shreds. The pole swiftly reclaimed its position between Ann's legs.

"Please," Ann begged.

"Oh, you want more?" asked Amber. Her interpretation of Ann's statement was not wrong. "You can't get enough, can you?"

"No." The cold metal stroked her clit and lips with increasing vigor.

"Come on, beg for more."

"More."

"Sorry, couldn't hear that."

"More!" growled Ann. She knew she had given herself fully to Eros, that she had allowed herself to be possessed.

"Stop! Don't do this to her!" yelled Tommy, waking from his painful blow.

Brandi swung her fishing line at him so that the hook swayed perilously close to his testicles. "I'd settle down if I were you." That he did. Brandi knew dangling sharp objects close to a boy's genitals would scare him into total obedience.

Ann grit her teeth, a devilish look on her face. She clutched the pole firmly. "Gimme that pole, Amber."

"Are you crazy?"

"You're not doing it right," she snarled. She yanked the pole forward and thrust her hips up and down it with impressive rapidity. Ann Berrybush's repressed urges all burst from her at once, revealing the aspect of herself she wanted to keep concealed most. Her lust consumed her, transforming her. She was transported back to the day of her first orgasm. The brats she had been hired to babysit had stripped her down and she somehow found herself up a tree, unable to stop rubbing against the branch between her legs. The pole felt even better, though. Amber had released her grip, allowing Ann to wrench the whole thing from her. Her eyes swept over her audience as her body convulsed in orgasm. Every pair of eyes that bored into her sent a pang of shame and arousal through her body.

Amber and Brandi gawked in delighted shock. The boys had stopped cheering long ago, completely focused on Ann's descent into lust. Some began to leave to clean out the mess they had made in their pants. Tommy nearly cried to see his teacher so humiliated, but the erection that he had lost after getting hit in the nuts returned at full force.

"Ah, yes!" Ann shouted, falling to her knees. Though she had been wracked by such a powerful climax, she was a bit glad to feel it leave her body for fear that she would have gone completely mad. The pole clanged to the ground. She had just enough strength to keep herself propped upright. She panted in exhaustion, her orgasm requiring her muscles to take a generous recovery period.

"Damn, Miss Berrybush is a total exhibitionist, a horny little slut," said Amber, as if she were trying to stir up the crowd again. It was pointless, though, because nothing she said could be as effective as the image of Ann hunched over, on her knees, unable to move. If reason could overcome her body the way lust just had, she would have run from the scene. She lifted one arm and realized that motion was nearly impossible as it slapped back down on her thigh. Yet the fact that Amber, Brandi, Tommy, and the rest of the boys had just witnessed her possession by Eros, and were still staring at her helpless, nude body, sent a bolt of arousal through her.

Brandi, mesmerized by the sight, had dropped her fishing rod. This allowed Tommy to run over to Ann. He put his arms around her shoulders. "Miss Ann! Miss Berrybush! Snap out of it! Let's go!"

She grunted and looked up at Tommy. The warmth of his body felt so nice against hers when they had been squeezed up against the wall. Yes, Tommy did feel quite nice.

"Miss Ann, what are you doing?!" yelled Tommy. In a few seconds, Ann found herself sitting on Tommy, who lay prostrate on the floor. His thigh was lodged between her legs. She started gyrating on his leg. "Miss! No!"

The feeling she got from holding Tommy in the elevator, when they were both down to almost nothing, was electric. The pole was nice, but Ann wanted something warm and, well, alive, between her legs. Tommy froze up. He knew he should be preventing Ann from humiliating herself any further, not to mention keeping her from drawing him into the spectacle as well.

Ann's warm pussy glided over the skin of his thigh, leaving a wet trail all over it. When her hips thrust all the way forward, they brushed against his now aching erection. "Oh no, Miss! Oh no, Miss!" he repeated weakly. She leaned forward and pinned his shoulders to the floor. This gave her more leverage, not to mention that it sandwiched Tommy's member between the two of them. Now he couldn't help but be sucked into the whirling vortex of lust she had created around herself.

Ann's thrusting accelerated until her expression melted into one of supreme pleasure and she let out an orgiastic howl. The feeling of his naked member on her bare skin was too much. There was no use in even attempting to hold back - Tommy erupted without care. White globs streaked his stomach, Ann's skin, and the floor.

Everyone in the hall had fallen into a trance. Even Brandi's fingers mindlessly brushed against the crotch of her jeans. Tommy and Ann stared at each other, wide-eyed, until Ann regained control of her body at last. She squealed, stood up, and sprinted down the hallway. Tommy followed suit.

-

Ann sighed in frustration when she opened the drawer she kept her spare clothes in. Just a pair of bra and panties, and a half-slip that the brats had managed to tear half the way up the sides. It was time to go clothes shopping again.

After she took a paper towel and wiped Tommy's spunk from her hips, she shimmied into the spare clothes. A knock came at the door. The top of Tommy's face was in the small window. She had no desire to be seen after what had just happened - or in her current state - but she couldn't let Tommy suffer further humiliation at the hands of Amber and Brandi.

Tommy slipped into the classroom, his hands once again his only source of modesty. "I think they're gone, Miss."

"Best to keep the door locked in any case," she said, pushing the door closed.

He noticed that she had managed to procure some undergarments. It disappointed him a bit that she was no longer nude, but the sight of Ann in a bra and half-slip was far more than was necessary to get him excited. It seemed that he was designed to stiffen at the slightest glimpse of Ann's body and to release at the slightest touch of her skin.

"Clothes," he muttered. "Where did you get those?"

"I keep spares."

"Do you have anything I could wear?"

"No, I'm sorry. This is the last of it," she said as she walked over to the supply closet. She got inside and shut the door. Tommy looked at the world map on the closet door.

"Mind if I borrow the map?"

"Go ahead. Just return it tomorrow."

He pulled the pins out and tested it by wrapping it around himself. It would do. "Thanks, Miss."

No response, just sniffling noises. "Say, you're not crying in there, are you?"

"You may stay here until you are ready to go, but leave me to my thoughts. Imagine that I'm not here."

"I couldn't do that. Things just wouldn't be the same without you."

"Don't be tautological, Tommy."

"What?"

"Oh, never mind that." The sniffles returned.

"Don't hide in there. It doesn't suit you."

"Oh, dear sweet Tommy. I'm sorry for what I've done to you. As Kant would say, I used you as a means to an end. An incredibly perverse end. There is no excuse for humiliating a friend like you."

"I don't mind. In fact, I sort of wish we could go back into that elevator. I think any boy would be lucky to be the, uh, target of your perversity."

"Is that true, Tommy?"

"Of course. Now come out of there."

"No. I can't be seen. My most twisted perversion has been revealed, my most secret shame unveiled, my most intimate depths plumbed." Just dwelling on the memories of the elevator caused her so much shame that she couldn't help but caress herself through her panties.

"And I thought they were wonderful." Tommy thought there was nothing more beautiful than Ann. That was until today, when he realized there was nothing more beautiful than Ann reaching the apex of her pleasure, especially if he was the means by which that peak was achieved. "If you don't come out, I'm going to open that door myself."

"No, please."

"If you say so." The door handle twisted.

"Ah!" she yelped, wrenching her hand from between her legs and covering herself with her arms.

"Come out, Miss Ann."

She saw Tommy's figure in the doorway, his member erect once again. "No. Don't look at me like that."

"How could I not look at something so beautiful? And don't you always say that there's beauty in truth?" This disarmed her. She let Tommy take her by the hand and pull her into the classroom. He put his hands on her shoulders and said, "Come on, let's dance."

"Dance?"

"Yeah, dance. Remember the school dance, when you had that gorgeous blue dress? And we danced for so long." He began to perform a few simple steps. "Then Amber and Brandi stripped you and you ran away. But I found you in the bushes, gave you my jacket, and we kept dancing under the Aurora Borealis."

"Yes. How could I forget?"

"Then you ran away. Don't run away this time."

-

"They're...dancing?" said Brandi in an astonished tone.

"I can't believe she's dancing with that dork. And he's naked! And she almost is too! What the hell is this?"

"Hey, if she's into dweebs like that Effenheimer kid, maybe his unpopularity will rub off on her."

Amber snarled. "Miss B is never going to be unpopular with curves like those."

"Come on, let's go. I think we've got better things to do - like make our next plan."

-

"It's quite strange, Tommy, but I often feel that you, a simple little boy, are the only one in this school who has some understanding of what I truly want to teach."

Others would have found her statement to be arrogant, something of a backhanded compliment. But Tommy knew it was a great compliment coming from Ann. She saw something in him that she saw in no one else. Pride swelled in him - not so long ago he had been nearly too petrified to ask Ann to dance with him. Now he had coaxed her from her hiding place and they danced without trepidation.

"Th-thank you, Miss Ann." He had been so indirect, offering her gifts and moral support. Now he wanted her to know what she meant to him as well. "You're my only, too. The only woman I've danced with. My only kiss. My first kiss."

Tommy tripped over his feet as he said that.

"Careful now!" Ann caught him and held him upright. "You can't dance properly if you keep holding me at arm's length.

She pulled him toward her. His hard-on pressed into her belly. "No! Not so close!" He pushed Ann back. Of course, he would have loved nothing more than to dance close to her, but his little problem was preventing that.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

He moved back toward her desk, putting some of his weight on it. "It's, well, it's so embarrassing. I mean, you saw what happened in the elevator."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't help myself. I have a little problem with, you know, self-control." He motioned toward his erection.

"Self-control?"

Again, Tommy was a bit surprised at Ann's innocence. Perhaps they didn't have sex-ed when she went to school. "If we dance close like that, it'll squirt on you. I don't want to ruin the moment by doing that."

"Oh, I see." She walked toward him and put her hands on his shoulders. "You're always such a gentleman, Tommy. If we can't finish the dance, though, would you accept a kiss goodbye?"

"Of course." He didn't know if anything could top kissing her under the Northern Lights, but that was no reason to turn down her offer. She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. His member went rigid, reminding him of how his loins ached for release. She gave him a few more pecks, getting closer to his mouth each time. Finally, she nibbled on his lip.

Tommy shifted, thinking she had finished. Instead, she straddled his knee to keep him in place. Her tongue pushed his lips apart. The deep kiss sent a tingle through Ann's body. It was a rather foreign feeling, warm and gentle, quite unlike the wild and overbearing arousal that came with shame. She couldn't help but explore and give herself a little rub on Tommy's thigh once again. But Aidos seemed to be absent this time.