Chapter 1074 Heather's Training!
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Susan made good on her promise. They made it to school before seven forty.
Alan was amazed at how it happened. One minute, he was still sucking and fondling his mother's nipples and feeling his sister's pussy walls squeeze around his prick, and the next minute the two women had practically carried him to the bathroom and then toweled him off after less than thirty seconds in the shower. Then, in literally less than another minute, his clothes were put on for him, and he was whisked out the front door, still half-wet from his "shower." Everything had been taken care of. They even brought a toothbrush and glass of water in the car for him to brush his teeth.
He sat in the back with Katherine, and she kept his boner "warm" on the ride to school by sucking on it as it poked through his fly while he dried his hair, brushed his teeth, and so forth. From the front seat, Susan kept up a banter about how hot and wet all of this was making her.
He was mightily impressed at their efforts to help him, and he vowed to do something nice for both of them soon to show his appreciation. He mulled over different gift ideas as they made their way to school.
Needless to say, he was in a wonderful mood as he ran to the theater room, his erection still throbbing in his shorts. But that mood was punctured as soon as he arrived, because Heather looked absolutely livid.
Alan had told them he would be there at seven-thirty and he was ten minutes late. Had it been anyone but him she would have verbally ripped the person's head off at first glance. However, she constrained herself, because she was anxious to have her Bitch Tamer put a Bitch Trainer in her ass, and she realized that chewing out him would be very counterproductive to that all-important goal. She was so eager for it that she hopped from foot to foot as if she had ants in her pants.
As it was, Heather restricted herself to intense seething. If looks could kill, Alan would have died right there, because if there was one thing she hated, it was having to wait. Worse, she had the key to the room she wanted to get into, but she couldn't use it because she couldn't let him know that she had it. At least, not yet.
Simone, on the other hand, was rather amused by the situation and shot Alan a lopsided grin. Normally, she would have been a bit upset at him being late, but that emotion was more than overwhelmed by the enjoyment of watching Heather quietly fume. She almost wished he would have arrived later, just so she could see Heather go completely ballistic. Simone had many years of abuse from Heather to work through.
He caught his breath, looked up and down the hall to see if anyone was looking, then lightly kissed both Heather and Simone on their cheeks.
They were both very surprised at this public display of affection, small though it was. Alan simply never took chances like that. It threw them both off their game a bit, as he'd hoped it would. They were both so surprised that they forgot to say hello.
Then he said to Heather, "My, you're looking good this morning. Nice outfit. You too, Simone. Yummy." He leered at both of them and licked his lips. That was shocking for them yet again. Then he opened the door.
He had good reason to compliment them, because both of them looked great. Actually, that was one reason why Heather was so pissed off. She'd gone to unusual lengths that morning to make herself look good. She'd preened and prettied herself, and fussed over what she would wear, as if she was going to the homecoming ball to be declared Homecoming Queen. In the end, she'd worn her five inch high heels (again), an extremely short brown leather skirt, and a loose and very low cut blue top with no bra underneath. The top practically begged one to peek in and have a very good look around.
She was quite possibly more scandalously dressed than she'd ever dressed at school before, which was saying a lot. She was upset at herself for going to such great lengths just because she was going to meet Alan, and doubly upset that in return he disrespected her by showing up late.
She was also miffed that he dressed no differently today than he always did. It particularly rankled her because it showed his superior position over her - he knew she wanted him so much that he didn't even need to bother to dress nice. To make matters worse, he was right. Her body was all worked up already, with her nipples erect, her pussy moist, and her heart racing fast.
Simone had dressed just as casually as she always did, too. She wore her usual sneakers, blue jeans, and T-shirt. The only difference was that, feeling outdone by Heather, she'd tied a knot in her white T-shirt to expose her very toned and muscular abdominals. She enjoyed being with Alan, but she wasn't in love with him like Heather was, so she saw no need to go to great lengths to look good.
As Alan closed the door, he whistled in appreciation again and said, "Did I miss something? I thought today was Wednesday, not Friday."
Both Heather and Simone were confused by this comment. But Heather, still fuming and looking for a chance to get a dig in about him being late, said in a nasty voice, "Obviously you have a very fucked up sense of time."
He just smiled as if he wasn't bothered in the slightest, which was true. He was still on an emotional and erotic high from his time with Susan and Katherine and not much could faze him at the moment. He said in a deliberately bright voice, "Do I? I'm just confused because I'm thinking from the way you're dressed that it must be Grope Naked Heather Day, and you know those only happen on Fridays."
He reached forward and down and casually stuck a hand between Heather's thighs. He cupped her pussy as if he owned it.
Heather gasped, both by her recollection of the wonderful Grope Naked Heather Day fantasy he'd spelled out for her last Thursday, and at his impetuous manner of grabbing her crotch like she was nothing but a sexual object. She hated it, but she loved it more. She thrust her pussy into his palm.
But her anger didn't fade easily. She muttered menacingly, "Some nerve you have, just waltzing in here like that."
Before she could say more, he led the crotch of her underwear aside and thrust two fingers up her pussy. Her pussy had not yet fully lubricated, because it had happened so fast, but it didn't stay that way for too many seconds.
He yanked her skirt down with one pull using his other hand, and then commented, "Ah. Butt floss. Excellent choice, my Bitchslut." Sure enough, she was wearing a microscopically thin pink thong. The only place it showed any significant fabric at all was right over her pussy, or at least it had before he pulled it aside.
Simone had to stifle a laugh as she watched a range of conflicting expressions cross Heather's face.
Finally, Heather simply bit her lip.
Simone was impressed at the speed with which Alan had taken the situation in hand. She began to wiggle out of her own extremely tight jeans.
Alan, meanwhile, continued to act fast while Heather reeled with confusion. He yanked her blue top up past her boobs and onto her shoulders. Then he roughly fondled a tit with one hand and continued to pump his fingers into her moistening pussy with the other. "Nice. I was just looking at the two of you and thinking how nice it would be to get at the candy underneath these wrappers." He leered at her. "You look like a particularly tasty and ripe bitch."
"How dare-" Heather began to bark, but she stopped abruptly because he slapped her hard on the butt. Her micro-miniskirt was in a pile around her feet and the butt floss down her ass crack covered nothing, so the smacking sound of skin on skin reverberated around the room quite loudly.
Then, in a very dexterous move, he took his hand from her richly tanned ass and grabbed her by the ponytail. He yanked her head down while his other hand pressed up against and into her pussy. This forced her to bend over until her body was at a perfect right angle, with her ass sticking high up in the air. It happened so fast that she had no time to defend herself. He didn't even plan to do it, it just happened spontaneously.
Heather was more flabbergasted than ever before in her life. She was too stunned to speak and her body froze into place.
Taking advantage of that, he let go of her ponytail and brought his free hand around her torso until he found her tits again. They hung down low, like the udders on a cow. He began to knead them with one hand, but kept pumping her pussy with the other.
Simone was astounded. Good Lord! He yanked her by the ponytail and lived to tell the tale! She didn't even complain! Wow, that's hot!
He told Heather in an authoritative tone, "Now. That's better. This is how a bitchslut should present herself to her master, isn't it? ... Isn't it?" He waited for an answer, and when none came, he drew his hand away from her dangling tits and then spanked them with another loud smack.
"Ow! That hurt!" Heather bitched, but if anything, her body was even stiffer and her ass was even higher than before. The anger still burned within her, but her lust had taken over completely. Her pussy was wet and throbbing with need, but her asshole needed attention even more.
"Aren't you forgetting the magic word?" he reminded her.
"Ow, that hurt, Sir," she belatedly remembered.
Incredible! Simone thought. This can't be happening! What a trip!
He drew his hand back a great distance then let a great slap hit her ass. This one was much harder than the first.
"What?!" Heather complained. She was much angrier now than when he had arrived, but it annoyed her greatly that she couldn't do anything about it since her body needed him so badly. It was all she could do not to fall to the floor and beg with every fiber of her being for him to royally fuck her.
He spanked her tits again and then went back to groping them. "No. Not 'what?' Not 'Ow, that hurt, Sir.' You should have said instead, 'Thank you, Sir! May I please have another? Sir?' That would show the right attitude. And what kind of attitude is that, my bitchslut?"
The hot cheerleader had her head bent down, looking at the floor, which was good because she was too embarrassed to look anyone in the face. She hated that Simone was watching all this. But she blushed and closed her eyes nonetheless.
Dammit! He's bested me again! I can't... can't think! Too hot! ... But no! No! He thinks he's bested me, but not this time! Not... UGH! I'm gonna cum! He's only groping my breasts and already I need to cum so badly! But once I cum, that's it! Once I cum, I'm gonna tear into him and show him who REALLY is the boss around here! But until then, God, I LOVE IT when he treats me like this!
She said in a very quiet voice, "Um, I'm uh, I'm here, my body is here, to... to... to serve your pleasure, Sir. I am here for your amusement. Sir."
Simone thought, Fuck me! I've officially entered some alternate universe. But this is great! Watching Heather get taken down is super hot!
He raised his eyebrow and even opened his mouth with surprise, because he wasn't expecting her to give in that easily. He was glad Heather couldn't see his reaction. He thought, Dang, how does this kind of thing happen? I had no idea what I was going to do before I came in here; I didn't even think about it. Somehow, I always seem to instinctively know just how to treat her. But what she just said surprises even me.
He quickly recovered, and said in the deep and authoritative tone he'd taken to using whenever Heather was around, "Yes. Very good. Very good indeed. Just for that, I'm not going to spank your ass until you cry and beg for mercy, like I was planning to do for your impetuous comments a minute ago. You are here for my amusement."
She moaned loudly, like he'd just smacked her ass as hard as he could. She sounded distressed, but highly aroused.
Encouraged, he went on, "Exactly. Your whole body, its entire purpose, is to serve me and make me feel good. As such, the next time I see you, and every time I see you until I tell you to stop, I want you to greet me just like this: bent over at a perfect right angle, with your butt floss askew, and your tits completely exposed."
Inwardly, Heather was burning up with anger while, outwardly, her body and pussy burned with lust. Her whole body visibly shuddered. She thought, I'll get you for this, Alan! I swear to God, if there's one thing I'm gonna do, I will get my revenge! I'm going to make YOU bend over and beg, you worthless fuck! That's right! I'm not going to TAKE this shit! Fuck YOU!
But the words were only to herself. While her mind rebelled, her body had different intentions altogether. Her body only knew how to obey such a firm hand and strong masculine voice. She found herself nodding slightly, and then realized with horror that she would do it. The next time I see him, I'll greet him willingly just like I am now, no matter where I am, no matter who I'm with! It's true!
It was such an intoxicating and arousing thought that her whole body trembled with excitement again and she struggled to stay bent over. She tottered precariously on her very high heels.
She found herself asking, "But Sir! What if the next time I see you is in public? Or the time after that? Certainly you can't expect me to act like this in public?! ... Uh, Sir!"
He pondered that for a minute while he continued to fondle her shaking tits and pussy.
Simone was also pondering that as she stared at Heather with complete surprise. What the hell?! She even agrees to that?! I truly can't believe what I'm seeing. What's his trick? What's his angle? Why isn't Heather up and slugging him in the face for such audacity? I just don't get it. But seeing her submit like that is really turning me on! All the times I wanted to put her in her place for being such a raging bitch... not I can, through him!
Heather's body had really gotten into the rough treatment and her hips began thrusting back into Alan's hand. This caused her tits to wobble and sway in the most delightful ways, which made the groping of them that much more fun.nOve)lb)1n
Finally, he replied, "Hmmm. Good point. I guess that'll be an interesting sight to see. I usually see you between third and fourth periods as you're leaving Glory's class and I'm entering it. It'll be interesting to see how she reacts today when you yank your top up and present your naked ass to me like the bitchslut that you are."
"NoooOOOOoooo!" Heather shrieked as she stayed bent over like her life depended on it. "Not in Ms. Rhymer's class! Please! Not that! I'll do anything!" Her chest was heaving even more, thanks to his comments.
"But you already will do anything for me, won't you? So your words mean nothing... I'll tell you what. Just because your 'here for my amusement' answer was so good, I'll give you a break. You still have to bend over, and of course call me 'Sir' at all times, but you can keep your top on in public places. For now... And, hell. I'm in an unusually good mood today. You don't have to stay bent over the whole time you're talking to me. Just ten seconds should be long enough."
"But Sir! If I bend over like I am now, everyone is going to see my ass! My completely naked ass! Everyone would be able to see everything, what with this stupid useless butt floss! ... Sir!" She let out an audible sigh of relief as she belatedly remembered to say "Sir." She shuddered in near orgasmic delight as she both feared and looked forward to see what he might do next if she broke the rules again.
He replied calmly, "You'll just have to make sure your ass is facing the wall when you see me in public, then."
Suddenly he heard Simone burst into laughter somewhere behind him. He'd gotten so caught up in dealing with Heather that he'd completely forgotten Simone was there. He disengaged from Heather and turned to look at Simone.
Not only was Simone laughing, but she'd actually started to clap with glee. She was overjoyed by what she heard and saw. She couldn't get over how Alan could treat Heather. For everyone else, Heather was relentlessly domineering and bitchy, but Alan seemed to somehow magically flip a switch inside her friend and control her like she was a living doll. Simone loved it. She felt it was payback time for all the countless times Heather had others in the position Alan had her in now, although usually Heather had others metaphorically fucked in the ass instead of literally so.
Heather had been attempting to pull her butt floss down her thighs, but her hands were so shaky with excitement that she couldn't manage to get them down very far. Bending down enough to get them would be a risky attempt given her five-inch heels, so she gave up the attempt. Her helplessness in accomplishing such a simple task somehow only aroused her still further.
This can't be happening to me! And in front of my best friend! She'll lose all respect!
She turned her attention to Simone. She raised her head and found her across the room. The busty blonde glared and said, "Shut up! What's so funny?! Simone, I don't like how he is making you all... Well, I don't know... Just like ... You don't know your place anymore!"
Because Heather was unable to insult Alan, she had to abuse somebody, and Simone was the only other target. Plus, she did really feel Simone had become too emboldened. It had nothing to do with skin color - everyone was inferior to Heather in Heather's eyes.
But her words didn't exactly go over well. Simone replied in an exaggerated Southern accent, "Oooh! Missa Heathe'! Yes'm! Simone goin' go back to cotton fields, where she done belong! She don't wanna bother Missa Heathe' none!" She bowed repeatedly and abjectly as she slowly backed away from Heather like the lowliest plantation slave. But, as the three of them knew, her performance was entirely sarcastic.
Alan slapped Heather's ass again, hard. Then he slapped her tits a couple of times, but not very hard; he just liked to watch them sway back and forth. Finally, he said, "Heather. Shame on you. Simone is right. She's no one's slave. Not even mine. Not yet."
He shot Simone a mischievous look as he said "Not yet" - his "Bad Alan" side had the upper hand at the moment.
He turned back to the drooping and dripping Heather and held her ponytail tightly, yanking on it. He continued in a nearly menacing tone, "When you insult Simone, you insult me. It's that simple. Whether I'm there or not. Simone is obliged to report any slight to me so you can be properly punished. It's all part of your Inner Bitch Training, or had you forgotten why we're all here? Now, you keep your pussy warm with your fingers. I need to inspect Simone." He walked away.
Heather stayed bent at a perfect right angle, even though her body had gotten very tired of the position and it was agony to stay like that with the heels she wore, because he hadn't told her to do otherwise. And the more he ruled over her, the more she wanted to obey and be fucked by him, and only him.
