Bimbo Academy- The Complete Series

by Jen Eastwood

  Anya couldn't help herself. “Yest' der'mo i umeret, vy oba.”

  “Now,” Lara stood, waiting for my next order, “let's make sure she behaves.” I went over and pulled the backless bench next to the walk-in closet, leaving it just feet in front of them. The leather cushion and narrow legs made it perfect for Anya's punishment.

  “Making her strap me to a bench? You are a slave-driver, Alexei.” Anya had at least enough left in her to cross her arms, leaning to one side.

  “No,” I pointed down, “you're going to do it to yourself.”

  Anya knew refusing would send her own bracelet into a fury of what she described as 'a pain to make you envy the dead.' I almost expected it to set off as she walked herself to the toy box. When she pulled a collar with loops in the front and back out and strapped it around her neck, I knew Anya was only fulfilling my orders to the best of her ability.

  “Let me know if you need any help.” I made my way to the chair in the corner pulled it past the bed for a better view. I sat and rested a foot on my knee, thinking this is gonna be one hell of show.

  I watched Anya sit down and clasp a pair of cuffs to each ankle, shutting the other ends of them around the legs on the end of the bench closer to me. Leaning back, she reached behind herself, binding her neck to crossbar on the other end. After she had her right arm under lockdown, she used her left hand to take care of itself.

  With my wife unable to move any part of herself more than mere inches, Lara didn't hesitate to stand over her head. My intern's new purpose in life being the sexual torture of her helpless victim, both hands slapped onto Anya's breasts, squeezing hard enough to leave clear outlines for moments. A final pinch of the nipples between her fingers made the victim gasp.

  Lara stood back up, pulling her cardigan up, her skirt down. The deep pink lace of her bra and panties revealed she probably wasn't as innocent as her creepy father believed. She had herself stripped that far, but hesitated.

  “That's alright, you can keep those on for now.” I had to leave her some measure of dignity, unlike the trained sluts we called students.

  “Thank you, sir.” Lara smiled at the concession. “Any requests?”

  A few thoughts crossed my mind, each one dirtier than the last. “No, I want to see your creativity at work. The only thing you can't do is hurt her,” I paused for a moment, “permanently, anyway.”

  Lara shot me the nastiest grin I'd ever seen. I realized how much all of the sexual repression she had faced had probably turned her into one fucked-up little tramp, if only in her own subconscious. “Can I use any of the toys I saw in there?” She pointed back to the cabinet.

  “Anything you can get hold of is fair game.”

  She jumped and clapped her hands together, squealing like I'd just given her a new car. “I won't let you down!” It was a mad dash, Lara pulling drawers and rifling through Anya's extensive collection.

  I got up to check on my wife, getting on my hands and knees to face her at eye level, upside down as they were. “We could do this every night. You know you'd like it.”

  Her voice rasped because of the collar pulling against her throat. “It is like how I feel about my husband.” Smirking, Anya finally told me the raw truth about our relationship. “I hate it so much, that I can not help but love it more.”

  It almost didn't make sense, but Anya would never admit to even liking anything remotely nice. I gave her a pat on the cheek. “Who knows what will happen? I might even fuck her on top of you,” I stood back up and added, “every fucking night.”

  Anya had brought students to our room for 'night lessons' before, but even she drew a line at literally becoming furniture. “You would not.”

  I back up onto my knees and unzipped my trousers, pulling my shaft out and tapping her in the face with it. Already stiff and rearing to go, I forced it between her lips and thrust forward. “Just shut up, already.”

  Lara was back already, holding just a few toys. “I was gonna use that part of her.”

  “Wait, weren't you raised Evangelical?”

  “Yeah, what about it?” She looked genuinely confused.

  Anya's throat started to twitch, the limits of her gag reflex hitting hard. “I thought this would at least bother you, but you're taking to it like you've done something like this before.”

  Lara blushed. “It is wrong to do, but since I had to stay pure for my future husband above all else,” she looked at me like I had just pantsed her on stage, “well, you know.”

  Oh. “You don't have to worry about getting judged here, but I get it.” I'd always suspected some crazy shit went on in the girl's bunkhouses at Bible camps everywhere. I mean, people are going to find a way to get themselves off, no matter how much you shame them about it.

  “Other girls and fantasizing was all I had.” Lara poked at the tip of Anya's pink, silicon rabbit.

  “You realize your wedding night would have been the most awkward time in your life, right?”

  Now we were getting into unknown territory for her. “I thought it was supposed to be a sacred time.”

  “Everyone thinks that, until it happens.” Goodness knows my first time was hilariously bad. “It's something that takes practice.”

  Lara picked up right where she left off with Anya, teasing her vulnerable slit with care. “But won't that cheapen me to my future husband?”

  “Would you let a toddler do homework for you?” It was a crude comparison, but it made my point. “This academy pumps out perfect wives, and that's a large part of what Anya teaches the students.”

  It let her know the punishment could pick up a bit. Lara plunged the highly abstract imitation of a cock deep into Anya, who was already wet enough to make it not a problem. My new project focused everything into pounding away after that, positioning herself for the full view.

  Anya's mouth vibrated around me, but Lara was still an amateur. “If you hit the button on the bottom, something fun happens.” You could barely hear the thing whirr to life, but I knew Anya felt it. “Now hit it a couple more times.”

  The bedroom filled with the noise of a vibrating motor trying to break out of its case. My wife opened her mouth wide enough to get something like a squeal out. Even then, I knew Lara's technique could use more work.

  “Now really press that top part against her, and don't let up until you think she's had enough.”

  “The poor thing must like it.” Lara tucked her lower lip behind her teeth for a moment. “Do you hear that?”

  “I don't just hear it, I feel it.”

  Anya whimpered as well as she could, being plugged to the back of her throat and all that. The steel rings clattered against the wooden legs. I knew she was near her normal limit already.

  I wasn't able to take much more, myself. Pulling my cock free of that mess of vibrations and attempted screams, the sudden chill almost made me jump. Of course, Anya suddenly belting out an agonizing moan had a little to do with it too.

  “Is she gonna make it?” Lara shouted over what she was causing. “I don't know if I should be jealous or afraid.”

  “Probably both.” Anya would get her revenge at some point, since Lara couldn't just shut her down like I could. And her idea of showing another girl a 'good' time makes me look like I half-ass it.

  I knew even a fraction of a second without that inhumane vibration would send Anya flying right over the edge. Lara started looking concerned, never having forced an orgasm out of someone before. It is one hell of an intimidating sight, when you pull it off that first time.

  “What's about to happen to her?” The poor thing working torturous magic on yet another poor thing had that deer-in-headlights look. “Is she gonna be mad?”

  Holy hell, you don't wanna know. “It's not like she can do anything to you.”

  Before I could add 'right now,' Anya managed to let out, “Fuck! Eto slishkom,” she took two full breaths with her lips pursed up before she could continue, “mnogo, chert voz'mi!”

  Lara asked, “
What did she say?”

  'It's too much, damn it!' But she doesn't need to know that. “She wants you to press as hard as you can.”

  “Ya chertovski,” another round of panting, “ubivayu etu sku!”

  Uh oh, can't have her whipping out death threats. “I think,” even I couldn't deny we were about to push it too far, “it's time to let up on her.”

  The muscles jerking and contracting under Anya's skin got to a dangerous level. I can't imagine how much willpower it took her to beg, “Pochemu ona zhdet? Ostanovi eto!”

  I'd never heard Anya plead for mercy. “I said that's enough!”

  Lara finally got it through her head. The instant the buzzing stopped, Anya's entire body quaked. Cuffs rattled against the posts as she tensed against her collar, her entire face going red. Even Anya herself wouldn't have taken it so far..

  “Are you sure she'll be alright?”

  “Hold up,” I pulled the key out of my pocket, releasing the cuffs holding the collar.

  Anya's head surged forward, her face gradually turning back to its normal complexion as she gasped and sputtered for air. Checking her brow with the back of my hand, even the muscles in her forehead were going berserk.

  “Christ, that's the hardest I've seen anyone come.” And I had forced a lot of orgasms since arriving. “Did you know what you were doing?”

  “No, I didn't know I'd make it that hard on her!” I knew she wasn't lying. “I'm sorry!”

  Not as sorry as you'll be when she gets hold of you. “It's alright, she'll be fine. I just had a little scare is all.” It's not fun seeing your wife panic and then suffocate right in front of you, rough as I am with her.

  Lara got on her knees, cradling Anya's head in her hands. “I never meant to make it that hard on you. I thought just a few more seconds would make it even better for you, honest.”

  Anya exhaled, and still shaking, looked at Lara. “Lean closer.” Anya whispered something in her ear.

  Lara's face turned white as soon as Anya backed her mouth out of her ear. I knew I probably didn't want to know what she'd heard, but I had to find out.

  “What's gotten into you all of a sudden?”

  Still looking like she'd seen a premonition of her own death, Lara refused to look at me. “I can't tell you all of it.”

  “Well,” I knew Lara had at least heard how she might die, assuming she told, “what's the part you can say?”

  She looked like she had a lump in her throat the size of an orange. “She wants me to trade places, or else she'll—” Lara stopped herself before she fucked up, royally.

  “Your first night, and you're already on Anya's shit-list. You'd better be damn glad you're not a regular student.” She was lucky I'd at least be here to keep her out of any serious danger. “If you do what she says, it's your decision.”

  I started unlocking the cuffs from Anya's wrists and ankles. She rolled to the side, landing hard on her ass and hands. All four limbs bore the marks of her body tensing against the restraints.

  At least now, Anya could try speaking. “That girl,” she panted, “is she a demon?”

  “No, just a standard blonde eighteen year old.” But maybe that too. “You know you can't go that far out of revenge, right?”

  Anya's voice got back to close to normal. “She will not be harmed, but I will have my revenge.” She gave one of those calm smiles she only gave when a normal person would have been furious. Coming from my wife, it'd scare a gator into running.

  “Now, when we do this again tomorrow night...” I let the idea die as it came out. The gradual turn of her gaze sent a shiver through my entire core. “Lara?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You heard the lady,” I wasn't getting caught in the cross-fire unless I had to, “take her place.”

  “But you said I didn't have to answer to her.”

  Well, shit. “For now, do what she says.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Anya had slightly different plans as she got to her feet, shaky as a newborn foal. “Remain sitting up and remove your clothes.”

  “These aren't clothes. This is my underwear.”

  Anya put her fists on her hips and bent over, getting right in Lara's face. “Toe-may-toe, tah-mah-toe. Remove them, now.”

  “Alex? Do I have to?”

  “This is between you two. The only way I got involved was getting Anya to shut up for a few minutes.”

  Lara turned her back to us, unhooking her bra from behind her back. As soon as it fell, her panties slid to her knees. Her bare ass looked just as lovely as the rest of her.

  “Now,” Anya was holding a pair of cuffs, “come to me.”

  Lara hesitated for a moment, but she finally turned around with her face dripping shame. Her crossed arms covered her breasts, but not even a single hair covered what she had below. You just knew by looking at that barely-there slit, that even if she had been with a guy already, she hadn't done so very often.

  “I will not tell you again. Come here.”

  Lara could only dart her eyes my way for a second. The rest of the time, she stared at Anya like a mesmerized rabbit would at a snake. Even the sound of her feet on the hardwood floors said, 'I'm terrified.'

  Anya had a set of cuffs on Lara's wrists, right in front of her, before either of us could react. “You will do what I say,” Anya whispered something else in her ear, putting even more fear in Lara's expression, “and do not think that he will help you.”

  I couldn't help going over Anya's head on this. “Are you sure you're alright?”

  Lara only said, “Yes, sir.” She hadn't even taken her eyes away from Anya, and even her obedience sounded different.

  Anya brushed Lara's hands aside, diving right between her legs with eager fingers. “Alexei,” she stated, “this girl was not saving herself for a husband.”

  “Really?” I had banged two girls who were supposed to be saving themselves for marriage, when I was in college, and neither of them were virgins at the time. “Color me shocked. A good, Christian girl would lie about that?”

  Lara couldn't drop her head any lower in shame, or it could have been because Anya was having fun knuckles deep inside her. “Don't tell Daddy.”

  “If I told him what's happened so far tonight, trust me, that'd be the least of your worries.” And to have a connected senator coming down on us? “Don't worry, we don't rat people out.”

  “But we do turn lying whores into upstanding women.” Anya kept her hand between Lara's thighs, walking her backwards toward the bed. “I will teach her what I can, Alexei, but you are responsible for the moral education.”

  The best-laid plans never survive a set of handcuffs. “I'll allow it, but we're the only two who will teach her.” Some of our 'moral guidance' teachers were even more strict than Anya, and nowhere near as pleasant to look at.

  “She was wet when I started,” Anya eased her prey onto the bed, crawling right alongside her, “but she will ruin the sheets like this.”

  “That's your problem, right?” I turned to leave, knowing Anya wouldn't dare actually harm her. Maybe just make Lara think she was going to die. “I have to let my grandparents know the plan, so you do with her what you see fit.”

  Anya smiled at me, “I will take care of her,” keeping it up as she looked back at Lara, “and you should hope that my husband returns soon.”

  By the time I had the door closed behind me, Lara had already started whimpering.

  “Then do as you see fit.” That's all I got out of him, other than a wave to go away. He was still in his office, this time reading yet another travel guide. My grandfather couldn't have cared less if he tried.

  I stopped right before going back into the bedroom. I know it's a damn test, but he could at least let me know if I'm on the right track.

  Suddenly, I heard a blood-freezing, “Please!” A second one rang out, the last half of it devolving into sobs.

  I bolted back in, expecting far worse than what I actually saw. Anya and Lara were s
till in the same position, even after the fifteen minute break I'd taken. I was expecting the two blondes to be deep into the throes of heavy sadism and debauchery when I got back, not a polite fingering.

  “Alexei,” Anya pulled her fingers out, “did you know that she will agree to anything you ask?”

  “What do you mean?”

  She slid two back in, curling them up to hit that magic spot. “I asked her if she will fuck my husband first. She tells me 'no.'”

  Anya got her wrist and elbow into it as panic welled up in Lara's eyes.

  “And then I tell her, 'I will not let you come.' Stubborn girl continues to refuse.”

  “Then that means she doesn't want to. That's fine.” While I have every right to do what I please with any student, no matter how fresh, I still waited for examinations or for Anya to bring one to me. Hell, my wife was plenty to keep me busy by herself.

  “But I am not finished with this story.” Anya's arm was almost a vibrator itself, sending Lara speeding right for a brick wall of an orgasm. “I ask her again, and she still holds back.”

  “Get to your point.”

  “I finally get her to say, 'yes.' That was about twenty almost-orgasms ago.”

  Fuck.

  “Now do you know what she has agreed to since then?”

  “Something new every time, I'm sure.”

  Anya pulled herself out as Lara got so close, I could have sworn she was coming already. “Some of them I will not tell you, but others you will find funny.”

  I wasn't sure I wanted to know them all, anyway. “And what will you share?”

  “Other than her,” Anya dove back in again, “she is afraid of cats, I am the most beautiful woman in the world, and that she secretly does hate her father.”

  Programming some deep daddy-issues into Lara was already part of the plan, but I could always work with a primed canvas much easier. “I'm not ready to take advantage of her, though. I'll let you two keep at it. I can always sleep on the couch in my office.” Hey, when you're used to getting it at least two times a day, skipping a day completely feels as good as breaking a dry spell at that point. Every man would need his rest by then.