AMHEARST HIGH: FRESHMAN ORIENTATION

BY ICHIGO

It was the beginning of another school year. Another summer gone and a long nine months of homework, classes, and more homework for James. He felt a little nervous, as most freshman do, as he stepped through the doors of Amhearst High and into the life of high school. It didn't take him long to spot a couple of friends, find out their schedules and test out the locker he'd be using for the next four years. He had to jiggle the handle a bit, but it seemed to work alright.

James was fairly popular, had a 3.5 grade point average, and was a highly touted prospect for the varsity baseball team. On his way to first period he stopped to talk some more with some other friends he'd spotted in the courtyard between Building 1 and 2. There were a bunches of kids grouped in their little territorial fashions here and there. In the center of the court yard though stood a little shrine with some candles and cards.

"Hey guys whazup", he called as he approached his group.

"Not much", was the standard reply.

"Hey, what's that all about?" James asked pointing to the shrine area.

"Oh, that's for that girl that went missing a few weeks ago", said Megan, one of his friends since sixth grade. "What was her name?"

"Sarah... I can't remember her last name", said Rick another one of James' older friends.

"Yeah, they say that she went to meet some friends one evening... and all they found by the next morning here car stalled on the side of a road", Megan put in.

"She was probably kidnapped... long gone by now", Rick finished, "Well better get to class... don't want a tardy on the first day!"

The rest of the group disbursed and made their way to first period, leaving James standing looking at the vigil amazed that something like this would ever happen in Amhearst.

****

James was out of breath by the time he plopped down, late, into his first period Algebra class.

"Mr. Stratt", came a call from the front of the class, "I'm so glad you volunteered to stay after on the first day of school. Let that be Lesson One class, "If you're late to class, you're late home."

"Shit", thought James, "On the first day?"

Ms. Cortez was strict for a young teacher. She was in her early thirties and ruled her classroom with an ironfist. The good news for all the boys was that she was one of the hottest teachers in the school. She was Latino, about 5' 4", a nice firm 32C bust, and the tightest ass that a woman could have.

"Well, at least I'll get a better look later", thought James as he opened his book to the chapter on balancing equations.

****

It had been a hot day for Juanita, the air conditioner had not been working today and it had been above 90 for most of the day in the classroom. As the last student hurried out the door she decided to unbutton her top two buttons so she wouldn't sweat so much. She let her soft, black hair down and pulled it back into a ponytail as well.

She looked at the clock.

3:15.

"He'd better come..." she thought to herself as she started her lesson plans for tomorrow.

At 3:23 he walked in the door with his bookbag in hand.

"I see that you have a problem with being punctual?", she quipped at him, "Close the door and pull up a chair to my desk."

"Sorry, I was...", he began.

"Talking with your friends? Yes, I saw out the window."

He pulled a chair up and sat down across from her with a large sigh. A half an hour went by as they contiued to sit there in silence, her doing her planning and him sitting glancing from her to out the window and back.

"You know Mr. Stratt, you could be doing homework right now instead of wasting time."

"I already did it piece of cake."

"Oh, really. Then you wouldn't mind me taking a look at it then would you?"

He hesitated.

"What's wrong? If it's done, then let's see it."

"I don't have it... finished yet", he mumbled.

This angered Juanita. Not only could this jock not tell time, but he had lied to her as well. She rose out of the chair, leaning over the desk. In front of her sat a 5"6", blonde haired, blue eyed, freshman jockhead who...

"What is he...?", she thought to herself, "Are you staring at my breasts, Mr. Stratt?"

"Hm, what? No, I just..."

****

"Shit! I've been caught:, thought James to himself, "How am I going to get out of this one?"

"Young man, go stand in the corner and stay there until I say you can move and if you so much as glance in my direction I'll have your head down in the Deans' Office fater than you can blink."

James didn't argue as he sauntered to the corner of the room where she had pointed.

"How could I be so, obvious", he thought to himself as he took his position.

He stood there for what seemed like forever and contemplated an explanation for his... error in judgement. She moved around the room behind him periodically, moving this or that. The janitor even came and went already.

"It's gotta be at almost 5", thought James, his legs beginning to cramp from standing in the same position for over an hour.

That's when she turned off the light's.

"She isn't leaving me here is she", he thought.

But she answered his question by instructing him to turn around. As he did he could see that her desk been cleared off and she was sitting on the edge. James' jaw dropped. She had completely removed her top, revealing a black lacy bra. She still wore her tight black skirt, pantyhose and heels. Her soft brown skin bathed in the setting sun. James' gave her a standing, standing ovation.

"Come her", she said pointing to a spot on the gornd three feet in front of her.

James was there in an instant.

"Now be a good boy and show me that little friend of yours before he hurts himself."

James' pants where around his knees instantly.

"No, no. I want to see you completely naked."

James' hesitiated, but only for a second.

****

Juanita couldn't help but smile. The boy had to have set a record getting out of those clothes so fast. She looked him up and down. A nice athletic build for a boy, cocky smile, and a six inch shaven cock and balls.

She got of the desk and walked around him, running a nail softly down him spine causing his erection to dance. As she finished her circuit, she put her arms around his neck and looking him full in the eyes.

"I could fix that for you", she teased him.

"Your turn", he said, reaching around to undo her bra.

Lightning fast she grabbed his wrist with her left hand, twisted, planted her right in the small of his back and pinned him bent over on the desk. He grunted in pain.

"Lesson Two. You have to know how to defend yourself, growing up in Manhattan. Lesson Three. Always keep an extra pair of pantyhose in your desk drawer.", finished as she removed the panthose from the drawer tied his left hand and then his right together behind his desk.

Now she had a stunned little twink naked, bound and pinned to her desk.

****

"This bitch is nuts!", James thought to himself as he struggled to regain control.

He had never been in such a humiliating position in his whole life. This whole day had gone crazy and James had a feeling that it might get even worse.

She shifted her wait and prodded her elbow in between his shoulder blades sending a jolt of pain through his torso. Without letting up the pressure she spun around ninety degrees from her previous position and...

WHACK!

Another jolt of pain went flying through James as she broght her hand down on his bare ass, this time he cried out in pain.

"Go ahead kid, nobody can hear you. I am going to teach you how to behave. By the time I'm done with you...", she left the last part open ended.

She continued to assault his butt for another ten minutes, long after his erection had subsided from the pain.

"Now, are you sorry for your behavior?", she taunted him.

"I..."

She brought her hand down right over the lower part of his butt where his balls hung. This made James scream, and caused tears to form in his eyes.

"From here on you will address me as Mistress. Nod your head if you understand."

James nodded his head yes. The pain from his butt no longer hurt, well not near as much as the discomfort that traveled up into his lower abdomen. He could barely breathe. It came in short and ragged, his lower body and arms beginning to feel weaker than he'd ever felt before.

"Now since we have all evening it's time for me to show you that I'm not all bad."

She flipped him over onto his back ontop of the cool metal desk and began slowly running her hands over his chest, teasing his nipples with finger nails, playing with his hair. All this attention brought James' erection back.

When she noticed that he was standing at full attention, she smiled and reached for the drawer of her desk again. She pulled out a small ball of yarn and began wrapping it around his cock and balls. It was snug, but not to tight. She then grabbed a bottle of lotion and squirted a big glob into her hand.

"This is going to be so much fun James... you'll see", she said grinning at him in an almost evil fashion.

She then took her hands and began rubbing lathering up James' shaft and head. She caressed it, stroking it slowly and occasionally teasing the head with her thumb. Everytime she sensed James nearing an orgasm she would stop and wait a couple of minutes. After a while she began tickling and massaging him balls as she pumped his fourteen year-old dick.

It was absolute torture for James. He moaned and groaned, twisted and fidgeted for a couple of excruciating hours. Finally she turned to him and his sweat drenched face.

"Do want me to get you off James?", she said in a sweet voice he didn't think was possible coming from her.

"Yes", James moaned.

She began pumping again slowly at first then harder and faster. The pace was absolutely insane. He felt the orgasm building and this time she didn't slow down. It kept building and building, his legs began twitching involuntarily.

"Why I am a not cumming?", James screamed with frustration inside his head.

The pressure kept mounting. His cock began to throb, more and more. It started to hurt. He didn't know when he started, but he heard himself screaming some barbaric primal groan some where between extacy and misery. More and more, pleasure and pain. More and more pain. Finally she stopped. James was drenched in sweat, blind by the combination of all his senses gone bonkers.

She looked at James with a sweet, sultry smile.

"Now James, last time you didn't repsond right. I'm going to give you one more chance. Think HARD about your answer. Do you want me to get you off?", she reinterated.

James mind raced until only one phrased seemed right, it had to be.

"Yes, please mistress."

Her smile deepened. She untied the yarn from around his cock and balls. Her hand had only gotten in three strokes when the orgasm racked through James. She continued to pump as another hit him and another. For five long minutes she continued to pump until his back arched one final time and no more semen came out.

There he was trussed like a pig on her desk, moonlight shining through the window onto the two of them. It lit up her carmel skin and glistened off of her brown eyes. He was now also covered in his own cum, the salty smell of sweat filling the air. She bent down and kissed him on the forehead. He was to tired to move after his nearly four hours of of denial, torture and succession of orgasms.

"I trust you enjoy your new investment?", came a mans voice from the doorway.

"He's my perfect little slave boy", his mistress returned.

"Good. Then I'll finish up the loose ends and let you two get back to whatever it is you want to do."

James heard the footsteps die away as he watched his mistress finish undressing in the moonlight. She was the most beautiful thing James would ever see.

"Now the real pleasure begins", she said climbing unto the desk and lowering her pussy down to James' mouth.

"Eat", she commanded him.

And James obliged his new mistress.