Zur Schau gestellt (5) - Sexgeschichten

Zur Schau gestellt (5)

... her bra and slipped

off panties, as we watched. "May I be allowed a quick pee, or is the holding

torture starting already?" "I won't make you start before breakfast, today at

least. A quick one, OK, right now. But you won't get another until you've met

the pain requirements."

She walked with him, completely unclothed and barefoot, to the prep room, where

she found her breakfast tray awaiting. She was left alone for a few minutes

while she ate, then she was handcuffed with her hands behind her, and taken to

a police car, not the usual van. She was placed in the rear seat while

Clarence and a second police officer took the front. They left the station and

drove her through the streets. Instinctively she sought to cover her as people

looked in at her as they passed through dense traffic, but with hands cuffed

behind her, she could not shield herself in any way, and found herself on the

receiving end of constant stares.

At least she was not physically uncomfortable, a condition she was sure would

soon change. After about half an hour, they drew up in front of a building

clearly labeled as "Hamilton Boys School". She wondered what sort of reception

she would get. The car pulled around to a building in the rear, evidently a

gymnasium. They parked on a paved area adjoining. Outside were a number of

young boys engaged in various sporting activities, or simply hanging around.

She saw no adults.

The door was opened, and ...

... she was ordered out. A group of about twenty boys

gathered around. She flushed, hesitant to step out, lacking even the ability to

use her hands for cover. Roughly, Clarence instructed her to get out, and go

into the building. One of the boys looked closely at her, and asked "Are you

our lesson for today?" At least, the word had got out- she was expected.

She was ushered into the gym, then across the large room to what must be a

shower room. A number of boys gathered around, but they were quickly ordered

back. Shortly, a woman appeared. Evidently she was the teacher; nicely

dressed in shirt and slacks, hair in a pony tail, well groomed, looking

probably thirtyish. She stopped and looked Nancy over rather thoroughly. She

looked at Clarence, twitching her nose. She didn't touch or speak to Nancy.

"Is this what you're bringing us? She's old, and she stinks! I though you had

a young one. What happened?"

Clarence responded, "Alice, the younger one finished her sentence yesterday.

This is Nancy Johnson, the only one we currently have on exhibition. She

performed rather well at the platform, and I think you will find quite

cooperative. She has been two days at the dock, and if you gone through that,

you'd need a bath and some clean-up too. She's fifty-four, and I know she has

a few lumps and bulges and sags a bit, but she looked quite nice when she came

in - dressed well, groomed well. I think she'll make a good teaching model ...