5. A decision

While Anne did the dishes the others sat down to enjoy the sun on the patio.

"And don't even think of fingering your cunt. That's for our amusement, not yours, understood?" Lukas called back inside. Anne set her face and started the chores. Like a pet animal, like a toy, like a slave, that's how they treated her. Every word, every action meant to be a humiliation. Her face burnt with shame, but her pussy burnt with need. And the knowledge that she wasn't even allowed to masturbate only increased her arousal. When she was done she looked around for the bathroom. She needed a shower and she needed the toilet even more urgently. A small symbol indentified the rigt door, but she found it locked. She waited.

"Not yet finished, housemaid?" someone called from outside. She stepped onto the patio.

"Yes, but �"

Chrissi interrupted her.

"Then why aren't you here waiting for further orders, course whore? Heel!"

Sullenly Anne walked a few paces towards her. When Chrissi pointed to the floor, ahe knelt with a sigh. The others continued their conversation ignoring her completely. She looked around unobtrusively. Everyone was present. When the was a lull in the conversation she whispered to Chrissi.

"I'll just step into the bathroom, ok?"

Chrissi looked her over clearly amused.

"What was that? What do you want in the bathroom?"

They were all watching her now.

"I need shower and � well, I need the toilet, too."

The girl grinned broadly.

"First of all: All you need to do is obey us. Secondly: You don't need a shower. Why shouldn't a whore stink of cum and hot cunt? And finally: You don't seriously think we are going to share our toilet with a stinking cunt like you? What do you want there anyway?"

Anne blushed.

"Well, I � I need to relieve myself."

"If you want to piss, ask for permission, slut."

Anne bit her lips.

"May I please piss?"

"Good slut. Over there beside the path. You can piss outside like a real bitch. But face us and hands behind your back. Now diddling while you piss. Now hop to it."

Blushing furiously Anne walked off the patio.

"Turn and spread, show off your pisscunt," Roland shouted.

Anne turned and felt all the eyes settling on her pussy. It was hard to relax even though she had fantasized of this kind of situation a hundred times. But finally the urge was too strong. A thick stream fell onto the ground.

"Awwww, isn't our teacher cute pissing like a bitch?"

She lowered her face.

"And she's watching her pisscunt carefully," someone else grinned.

Finally the ordeal was over and Frank came up to her. He looked into her eyes quietly for a while, then asked in a low voice.

"Are you horny?"

"Yes, yes," she sputtered.

He smiled and held out his hand. With a CD:

"These are the pictures, Frau Holzkamp. There are no copies."

She stared at him unbelieving.

"You can take the CD, get dressed and drive home now. Or you can take them, get dressed and spend a normal weekend with us. And I promise no word will ever be spoken about what has happened here. On the other hand �."

He left the sentence hanging for a few moments.

"On the other hand you can beg us on your knees to go on treating you like a filthy cunt. In that case I can promise you something, too. I can promise you that you will experience abuse and degradation a lot worse than what you have felt so far. But as I said, you can have the pictures, no blackmail, no 'motivation'. It is your decision: Are you a teacher or a degraded cuntpig?"

Anne hesitated. The nightmare could be over. She could get in her car, drive her to her DVD collection and finger herself to as many orgasms as she wanted and forget what had happened here. And dream for a lifetime what might have been.

"I'm a degraded, filthy, cockhungry cuntpig. Please use me in any way you want." She said in a low voice.

"Open my jeans, cunt!" Frank ordered in a voice suddenly hard.

She fumbled with the zipper and pulled out his cock. Immediately she wrapped her lips around it and started sucking. Frank pulled her back by her hair.

"Have I told you to suck me off, stupid cunt?" he grumbled and slapped her face. Shocked she looked up at him. "There are other tasks you are better suited for."