Mr. Buckner moves in closer to me, his eyes wet and looking sad, even guilty. I’ve never really noticed him before. His salt and pepper hair, smooth skin, hazel eyes, average build. I think I always thought he was much older than he really is because of the graying hair, but from this close he looks younger. Maybe 40‘s. The tears in his eyes, the obvious inner war, makes it seem like he doesn’t want to do this. Maybe I can still talk him out of it.
“Why are you doing this if you don’t want to?”
“Oh, but I do, Lily. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. You know, I have the perfect job. Around all of you young girls with taut bodies. Don’t think I never noticed you. I did. I even thought about you a couple times last week before your brother said anything.”
“I didn’t know you hung out with my brother.”
“Well, we have certain... interests
... in common.”
Why are you crying, then?” I’m so confused.
“I just hate to see you in such pain. I want to make it better.”
He’s now right next to me. I’m trying to squirm away, swinging my legs to the edge of the bed as if I even have a chance with my hands cuffed behind my back. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me toward him.
Crying, I try to plead with him. “No, Mr. Buckner! Please don’t do this! You can make it better. You can stop this!”
“Sh sh sh sh ssshhhhhh...” He pulls me in real close on his lap and just holds me there on the bed. Cradles me in his arms while voicing soothing sounds. He helps me curl into a ball so that I’m cuddled into his chest. My head is under his chin. We’re rocking ever so slightly and I feel him petting my hair with one hand while he rubs my back over the top of my shirt with the other. Very paternal. My crying is starting to calm down a little. I’m still so confused at his behavior. I don’t understand what he’s doing. I start to fantasize that maybe he’s come tonight undercover, maybe he learned of this “raffle” and came to get me out of here, and in a second we’ll be climbing out the window and running for safety. I’m starting to relax now and my crying has stopped. A few more minutes pass with him just holding me and it’s starting to feel nice. His hand that was on my hair slides under my chin. He moves my head upward toward his and he begins to kiss me. I immediately tense up. I don’t know what to do. My teacher is kissing me!! When I don’t reciprocate he moves to my neck. I must have made a whimpering sound, because he moves to my ear and tells me to relax. I feel his other hand move up my back, under my shirt and feel for my bra strap, probably scoping out what kind of clasp I have. I can practically sense his thrill when he realizes it’s a clasp in the front. “We’re going to have a good time, Lily. I promise.”
I’m crying silently. Tears falling down my cheeks. How am I suppose to have a good time while my teacher is raping me?? Surely he must know this is against my will!! He lays me down, pulling my legs out straight so I fit in the middle of the bed. He takes the time to carefully put some pillows behind my head and back, which helps take the pressure off my cuffed wrists beneath me. He steps off the bed and I watch as he pulls his undershirt off over his head, then unbuckles his kaki pants, letting them fall to the ground completely before stepping out of them. He picks up all of his clothes and meticulously folds everything, then sets them in a neat pile on a chair near the door before adding his socks, followed by his navy blue boxers with the red pin stripe. He turns toward me, completely naked, and I see some movement in his penis. Not quite hard and erect yet, but getting there. He smiles at me, but not that toothy, evil grin I’m used to with my brother and his friends. No, his smile is almost... loving. He crawls onto the bed. I’m not fighting or trying to get away. I really don’t see the point. Where am I going to go with my wrists locked behind my back in handcuffs and the door locked? He crawls on the bed and makes his way toward me. His chest and stomach are quite hairy. Gray hair, too. Even his pubic hair is gray. Maybe he’s older than 40‘s after all. He climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. I want to say something, but I don’t know what.
Mr. Buckner’s eyes look kind, which I find confusing given the situation. I like the crows feet at the corners. Laugh lines. I remember he was a good teacher, always made things interesting because he was so passionate and excited over everything he talked about. And here he is on top of me, gently wiping my tears from my eyes. “Lily, I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. I won’t hurt you unless you make me.” There it is. Unless you make me
. There’s the threat I’ve been waiting for. The thing that makes him just like the rest of them.
“Let’s see what we have here.” He starts to unbutton my blouse. I appreciate that he isn’t tearing it open, but rather, he’s taking the time to undo each button. He carefully opens my shirt the way one opens a birthday present that they’re savoring. “Mmmmmm,” he utters as he reveals my light pink bra with the lace around the edges. Biting his bottom lip, he slides his hands over my skin... my chest, over the top of my bra - I cringe as he briefly touches my breasts - working his way down to my stomach, slowly lowering until his hands find my jeans. He works on the belt, button and zipper, and pulls it down over my hips as he inches his own way lower on my legs. My own breathing is getting faster as I’m getting increasingly nervous with each item of clothing he strips away. My eyes are fastened on the ceiling, searching for something else to focus on to take me away from here.
I feel his hands on the tops of my feet, slowly dragging up my legs while he moves in between them. His hands are surprisingly soft as they glide over my calves, knees, thighs, hips, then back down again, this time replaced by his lips. This is foreplay! I’m certain of it! He’s doing foreplay on me! I am sickened as I feel his scratchy whiskers on my skin, little kisses up my leg, hesitating when he gets to the top. He kisses my mound over my panties and lingers there. I hear him take in a deep breath through his nose, then exhaling with the words, “Oooohhh... you smell so goood...” I grind my teeth together, and try to swallow a sob, but can’t and it comes out much louder than I ever intended.
“Ssshhhh... Lily, you’re ok,” he says again gently as he brings his face up to mine, supporting my head in his hands.
I’m pleading through my tears. “Please, I don’t want you to do this. I can’t take anymore. I can’t do this again.”
“Yes you can, Lily. You’re strong. And besides, have I hurt you yet?” He waits, as if I answered with a ‘no’. “That’s right. No, I haven’t. And I won’t. You just need to be a good girl and open yourself up to me. I will do my best to make this just as good for you as it is for me.”
He wipes away my tears with his thumbs and begins to kiss me on the lips again. “You need to kiss me back, though, sweetie.” He continues to kiss me and I refuse. “Lily, I paid good money for you. Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.” More kissing. I keep my lips pursed and my jaw clenched. He pulls back, looking at me, and swipes me hard across the face with his palm. “No empty threats around here, young lady. I will be even harder on the next slap if you make me.” I meet his gaze and swallow. His eyes are now very intense and I believe him. He lowers his lips onto mine and I kiss him back. I feel his hard dick rubbing against my hip. We make out for quite some time before he sits back up above me. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I figured it was a rhetorical question, but he asked again in a slightly more irritable tone, “Was it?”
I’m not stupid. I know what I’m suppose to say. I answer in a small voice. “No.”
“That’s right. No. It wasn’t.”
He pulls my blouse down more so that it’s completely off my torso and crumpled behind me by my handcuffs. His hands are back up on my shoulders and he fiddles playfully with my bra straps between his fingers before finally coming down to the front clasp, releasing my breasts to the cold air. I close my eyes as if I’m in pain, which I am. Emotional pain. Humiliated that another set of foreign eyes are on me again.
“Oh, Lily. They’re beautiful.”
He pulls my bra back and down to where the blouse is, gathered in a clump at my wrists. My entire upper body is now naked to him. His hands are instantly all over me. Touching, rubbing, squeezing, tweaking, kneading. Then his mouth. Sucking, kissing, nibbling, his tongue gliding over my nipples. My stomach is getting queazy with Mr. Buckner molesting me this way and I know it’s only going to get worse. He adjusts himself, mouth still on my chest, but now I feel his hand traveling down between my legs where it settles in amid my folds. I gasp loudly because it still always takes me by surprise, even though I know it’s coming. I try to clench my legs together, but he’s in the way.
“Just let go, baby. You like this.”No, I don’t!!
, I want to scream, but I hardly see the point. I only whimper as he buries his fingers uncomfortably deeper.
He’s growling seductively in my ear now. “You’re getting wet. I can feel it. I’m glad you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”But I’m not!!
My body may be producing a lubricant, but that’s only because he’s digging around in there. It’s my body’s natural defense! How stupid can he be??
Suddenly he pulls my panties completely off. Everything had been happening so slowly, drawing out every moment until now, that I’m almost taken my surprise. I feel like it’s my last chance. I quickly blurt out, “Don’t!”, but it’s too late. Without anymore waiting, without any fanfare or announcement, he’s between my legs, pushing himself inside me. I hate that feeling. It always feels so tight. My head goes back and my eyes are closed. My jaw is clenched shut, trying to hold in every sound my vocal cords want to release. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
He’s going at a pretty fast clip. And steady! I’m hoping he doesn’t last too long and this will be over before I know it. His hands move up to hold my head so that we’re looking face to face. He tells me to open my eyes, that he wants me to look at him while we’re making love. Making love
. The tears are flowing steady now and I can’t help, but openly cry before him. He’s getting that look on his face that I’ve come to recognize through experience and I can feel him picking up speed and intensity. With a loud, prolonged moan he releases his hot cum inside me. I feel his spasms as he pushes his last thrusts as deep as he can. He’s not using a condom. I know it.
I’m shaking, literally trembling. It’s happened again, and in my own home, too. After he takes a moment to catch his breath, he gets up and crosses the room to turn out the lights. He crawls back onto the bed and pulls me into him so that we’re both on our sides, face to face. His arms are around me and I’m stuck with my hands secured behind my back with nowhere to go. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, the bastard.
“You did such a good job. I’m proud of you”, he says, kissing me on the forehead and then the cheek, the nose, and finally the lips. “You know, I noticed you even before the crash, before I had you in class last year.” I tense up again. Really? He’s going to mention my parents’ death now?? “You were so sad when your parents died. I could see it on your face everyday for months on end. And then I had you in class, and all I could think about was how I just wanted to cuddle you and kiss you and make it all better.”
I begin to cry harder and he continues, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up your parents after we made love like that.” I can’t believe this is happening. Of course he thinks I’m sad about my parents, and again with the making love! He hugs me tightly so that I’m nestled into his chest.
“Aaaahh...”, he sighs. “I could lay like this forever. My wife never wants to sleep in my arms. Go to sleep little girl. You’re safe with me tonight.”
I hate him. To be continued.
*One of my inspirational photos
for this particular installment.