1 comments/ 31330 views/ 8 favorites Ann Berrybush and the Elevator By: Cold_Eyes Author's Note Ann Berrybush and the other characters in this story are not original. They originate from the Ann Berrybush stories posted on Yahoo Groups, of which there are now hundreds of stories by numerous authors. In most of the stories, the hapless, repressed schoolmarm Miss Berrybush is stripped in slapstick fashion, usually by her student nemeses, Amber and Brandi. This story references earlier stories in the Berrybush canon, but knowledge of those stories is not necessary for enjoyment. ***** A voice crackled through the walkie-talkie: "Hit it, Amber!" Amber flicked the switch and the sound of machinery whining down filled the room. The doors on the elevator opened no more than an inch before they stopped. "Oh no, looks like it's stuck!" cried Miss Ann Berrybush. Tommy Effenheimer didn't verbalize his surprise. That feeling was soon pushed away by the realization of the opportunity he had just been given. "Allow me, Miss." He stood up to the door and puffed out his chest. His slender fingers curled around the edges of the door. "Hah!" he grunted. His arms gave out, letting his fingers slip over the polished surface. He made a second attempt, which had the same result. After he had failed a few more times, Ann said, "If you said you were feeling ill, you shouldn't exert yourself like that. Why don't you let me give it a try?" He stepped back. She struggled just as he had, which made him smile. If she had managed to get it open, he would have looked weak. On top of that, there was no other person he'd rather be stuck in an elevator with. "I just can't get enough leverage. The doors are too close together. Looks like we're going to need help." She pressed the call button and leaned toward the intercom. "Hello?" No answer. She pressed the alarm button a few times. The bell echoed through the elevator shaft. She sighed. "Everyone's probably gone home by now." - While Amber made her way up to the floor the elevator had stopped on, Brandi took the steps up to the next door. Earlier that day, she had picked the lock on the service door that led into the top of the elevator shaft. She dangled her legs down the shaft and let herself fall onto the top of the elevator car. Meanwhile, Amber was assuaging the group of boys gathered around the elevator doors. "Quiet. You're going to see more of Miss Berrybush than you've ever seen before." "This better be worth staying after school for, Amber," said one of the boys. "Don't worry, it will be." - A strip of paper fluttered from the ceiling and landed in front of Ann. "Where did this come from?" She picked it up and read it aloud. "Dear Miss Berrybush. I am sorry to say that the F you gave me on my last paper is unacceptable. I cannot afford to fail your class. If you agree to change my grade to an A, fold this paper lengthwise and slip it through the door. If you do not, you may not like the consequences. Love, Brandi." Ann crumpled the note. "Those two! I should have known." Tommy went pale. Ann looked over at him. "Oh dear, you look even worse than before. Are you going to be all right?" "Yes, Miss. Perfectly fine." This was a mere half-truth. Tommy's stomach was not, in fact, doing back flips because of illness. "Well, I'm not going to play games with them. You need to get to the nurse." She cupped her hands over her mouth and pressed herself to the door. "Open the door this instant! There's a sick boy in here who needs help!" When no response came after a minute, she banged on the door. "Open up!" She turned to Tommy. "I don't think anyone's out there." "Are we stuck, then?" "Hold on. Let's see what happens if I push the note through the door. I don't have to keep my word, after all." She folded the strip of paper and flicked it through the opening in the door. A moment later, a second note dropped from the ceiling. Ann grabbed it and read., silently this time. Tommy peeked over her shoulder to read along. "Nice try, Miss Berrybush, but we want some kind of guarantee that you're telling the truth. How about you give us your suit - jacket, blouse, and skirt - as collateral. Then, maybe we'll open the door." Ann answered to only one authority - Reason. And that authority required honesty. There was no choice. She simply could not give in to Amber and Brandi. But she couldn't abandon her duty to Tommy. "I just cannot allow this. I will not let those two corrupt the integrity of my classroom. But I can't let you suffer for this, Tommy. You need to get to the nurse, so I'll do what I must. Brandi may get my clothes, but she won't get her A." As Ann hesitantly slipped out of her jacket, Tommy asked, "What do you mean, Miss?" "What I mean is that I'm going to hand over my suit so you can get the medical treatment you need." She reached up to undo the first button on her blouse. Tommy flinched. No, this was not going according to plan at all. It was his fault that they were trapped in the elevator. It was his fault that Ann was about to humiliate herself. The second button came undone. Silk and lace peeked through the opening in Ann's shirt. Her fingers thumbed the third button. A paler shade of white swept over his face. She frowned. "My goodness, Tommy, you look even worse now." When Amber and Brandi had torn apart Miss Berrybush's dress at the dance, he had been there to lend her his jacket. When they had reduced her to a bra and half-slip before her class, he had helped her escape. He couldn't let her down now, especially since he was responsible for this entire predicament in the first place. "Oh, and this is my last good jacket, too," she muttered to herself as she undid the third button. Tommy couldn't bear to see Ann sacrificing her dignity. He worked up the courage to speak at last. "Stop, Miss Berrybush." "What? Stop? You need a nurse." "Look, Miss, I'm not really sick. I lied." "Tommy? What do you mean?" "I'm so sorry, Miss Berrybush. Really, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted a little bit of money." "Start making some sense, Mr. Effenheimer." Ann's tone turned harsher, squeezing the last bits of truth from Tommy. "Amber and Brandi paid me to act sick. But I swear I wasn't gonna play along with their plan. I was gonna take the money and then show them what's what if they tried to pull any funny business on you, ma'am." Ann's eyebrow raised. "That's very sweet of you, Tommy, but look where your dishonesty has gotten us." "I'm sorry, honestly. I didn't think this was gonna happen. I thought they were gonna wait 'til after we got to the nurse's office. Then I was gonna tell you to hide in there in case they showed up. You don't have to give them your suit." "So we stand our ground then." She sighed and leaned against the back wall of the elevator. He mirrored her action. "Yeah." He paused. "I'm just a rotten liar, I guess. Are you mad at me, Miss?" "Lying wasn't the right thing to do, Tommy. But, after what you've done for me, I know you didn't mean any harm. Let this be a lesson to you. But I know you're not rotten. You're a kindhearted young man." A wave of relief ran through him. She had always been forgiving toward him. When he accidentally destroyed the locket he meant to give her, he had told her he was as worthless as that piece of broken glass he had created. But she insisted otherwise, showing him just how beautiful even that little shard was when light shone through it. That feeling, when she had held him in her arms and proved him wrong, returned. "Thanks, Miss. I'm lucky to have you as my teacher." She smiled. "Well, I better button this up now." But when she moved to button her shirt, her hands could move no farther than the sleeve of her jacket allowed. She jerked forward and snapped back, as if trapped against the wall. "What's wrong?" "I'm stuck. I can't get off the wall." Tommy went to move from his leaning position, but found himself no more mobile than Miss Berrybush. "What the...? I'm stuck too!" His palm brushed against the wall. "Huh, it's sticky." "Amber and Brandi must have put glue on the walls." Another note glided from above. Ann looked up. "The hatch on the ceiling, that's it! We need to get up there." She peered down at her clothes. "I guess I'll have to lose the suit after all." She slipped her arms from the jacket, leaving it hanging on the wall. Then she undid the catches on either side of her skirt. The front of the garment flopped forward, allowing her enough freedom to step out of it. Miss Berrybush stood in front of Tommy, her lacy white slip running from under her blouse. It fell to mid-thigh, just covering the tops of her stockings. "Come on, Tommy. You need to get off the wall if you're going to be any help." "Need a hand here." He struggled against his clothes. Her fingers brushed his chest on their way to the buttons on his shirt. She went to work opening them. He knew it wasn't her intent, but his body interpreted it as a prelude to something more intimate. Miss Berrybush was disrobing him, after all. When his shirt was open, he popped his arms out of his sleeves and freed himself from the garment. "Do you need help with the pants as well?" He nodded. Her fingers pulled at his belt buckle, causing a swelling in his pants. When she unzipped the pants, even more blood rushed from his face. The realization that he was now a victim of Brandi and Amber's game of humiliation was overriding his elation from contact with Ann. "I think our only choice is to tear you out of them. Here." She offered her hands to Tommy, who took them. The two pulled until, with a great tearing sound, he fell forward onto the floor. He stood, crossing his hands over the small bulge forming in his briefs. The two stared at their lost clothing, which drooped lazily from the wall. "No time to cry over spilt milk, Tommy. Let's try to get up to that hatch. Now give me a boost." "How?" "Just hold out your hands. I'll climb on your shoulders." Tommy's clasped hands bent under the pressure from the flat sole of Ann's shoe. Her other leg swung up onto his shoulder. Tommy wobbled as the bottom of her slip covered his face and her heel smacked into his back. He felt himself being pulled forward, too fast to keep balance. "Hold on to me, Tommy!" It was too late. He stumbled and fell, throwing Ann against the wall. - One of the boys was holding the cardboard tube from a roll of paper towels to his eye like a telescope, peeking into the gap in the elevator door. "There goes the blouse," he mumbled. Amber cupped her hands around one eye to look in. "Hah, the old cow is doing all the work for us." "Well, she's still got that slip on underneath, right?" a boy standing against the wall asked. "Yeah," replied the cardboard tube lookout. "Tell me when she's showing more skin than Tommy. Otherwise I ain't interested." - The last note, the one they hadn't read, was sitting right in front of the collapsed Tommy. He read as he picked himself up. "You had your chance, but now you'll have to lose every stitch." He looked up to see Ann sitting on the floor. The small of her back had hit the wall after her fall. She had forgotten to redo the top three buttons and the remaining ones strained as she pushed off the floor to stand. A pang of guilt hit Tommy's stomach as Ann's face contorted. Her eyebrows raised in that expression of distress she habitually wore whenever she realized she was just about to lose another article of clothing. She couldn't stop her forward momentum, though, and the buttons gave out. When they popped from her shirt, that expression changed into one she had practiced just as much, the one that always followed the first expression. Her eyes opened as wide as possible while her lips formed an O-shape. "Oh! Oh no, not again!" She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned forward. Tommy found Miss Berrybush's demureness endearing. The loss of her blouse had revealed a scant amount of skin - merely arms, shoulders, and upper chest. Many girls Tommy's age would have considered themselves overdressed if they were forced to wear that slip and nothing else. Yet her cheeks reddened as if her clothes were transparent. Tommy couldn't stand watching Ann in her flustered state. This was his fault as well. He had failed to keep his balance and she suffered for it. His guilt, however, channeled into anger. If one of the girls was still on top of the elevator, he was going to show her a thing or two. "Come on, Miss. No use crying over spilt milk, right? Let's try again." He held out his hands. "Right." She stepped onto his hand. "But this time, remember to hold me in place." Ann hopped onto his shoulders. His hands shot up to grab her before she caused him to fall over again. She let out a tiny "oh" from the force of his hands, which sent a smacking sound echoing through the elevator cab. Tommy didn't realize what he held in his hands until he had regained his balance. He squeezed to confirm that he was, in fact, holding the wonderful curvature of his teacher's rear. The curvature that she had tried so hard to hide for her entire life. Despite the two garments separating his fingers from her, Tommy was struck by how good it felt to hold something that she strove to keep a mystery. However, her slip had once again hooded him. Her stocking-clad thighs clamped around his head. "Uh, Miss Ann, it's kinda hard to breathe in here." "Sorry, Tommy." Part of the hem of her slip was trapped between her legs and his chest. She wriggled closer to him to free the garment. The hem fell back against her hips, revealing her panties as well as Tommy's reddening face stuck between her legs. His grip and her motions had brought the two into even closer contact. Her legs squeezed his mouth open and his lips struck lacy fabric. The pressure she put on him was causing him to breathe hard through his mouth. Hot air passed through the fabric of her panties and washed over her lips. Although Ann worshiped at the altar of reason, she believed that she was plagued by the gods of ancient Greece. Nemesis beleaguered her in the form of Amber and Brandi. Eros filled her with a desire she wished to be rid of. Aidos formed the common ground between the two. Aidos and Eros had become inextricable in Ann's life. She had been inculcated with Victorian mores since her childhood. When she had discovered the desires of an adult body, a parent or teacher was always nearby to shame her. One of her most vivid memories was the day she decided to steal a kiss from the boy next to her. A caning soon followed. Her conditioning had worked both ways, associating sex with shame and vice versa. It was an unfortunate and unintended effect of her upbringing that had only caused her to internalize her repression. But there were still times when that failed. She had dammed up the desires that once flowed so naturally until that conditioned stimulus of shame chipped away at the dam and her arousal burst forth with incredible strength. She felt that dam weakening. The loss of her suit had set that feeling in motion. The quivering of Tommy's lips against her, though slight, was pushing her further. Looking at his head lodged between her legs, she realized that this was the closest a man, or a boy, had ever gotten to touching her most private area. This sent a chill down her spine. She trembled and held onto his shoulders for support. This only drove his face harder against her. Tommy, meanwhile, was having his own problems keeping himself under control. He hadn't imagined he would get so close to Miss Berrybush today. Now that his head was buried in her crotch, the nylon of her stockings was replaced with the feeling of the smooth skin of her inner thighs and the cold metal clips of her garter. Heat emanated from her and mixed with the warmth from his own breath. The lace of her panties was inviting, especially with the way it rubbed against his lips. For a woman who never wants to show it off, he thought, she sure does buy fancy underwear. Tommy's semi-erection became complete, filling his briefs. Ann felt a moistness creeping into her loins. The two found themselves brimming with arousal and distracted from their goal. Tiny involuntary moans coursed through her throat. Her eyelids fluttered, her vision beginning to dim. Tommy, however, was losing his strength. "You almost got it, Miss?" His statement was muffled. He had to drag his lips up and down her own lips in order to speak. When he struck the sibilant sound of the S in "Miss," his tongue rolled forward and pressed into her panties. This had the effect of sending a jolt of pleasure through Ann's body, but it also jolted her back into the reality of the situation. She chastised herself for losing control. The hatch was close by. The ease of reaching out and lifting it up only highlighted how distracted she had gotten, how much her arousal had kept her from trying to escape. While he listened to the hatch opening, Tommy felt felt Ann's panties dampen. However, he wrote it off as his own spit leaking from his open mouth. Then her weight began to shift off his shoulders. - "She's trying to get through the hatch," Amber's voice came from the walkie-talkie. A hand reached from the open hatch and slammed onto the top of the elevator. "I see that," responded Brandi. A second hand followed. Finally, her teacher's head popped into the open elevator shaft. "You! You're in for it, missy!" "Hey there, Miss B." Brandi brandished a pair of scissors. "Snip, snip." In a second, Ann felt cold steel run over her shoulder. The scissors cut through the thin strap of her slip. She tried to prop herself up on one hand to knock Brandi's hand away, but she couldn't support her weight. She stayed still, her legs dangling against Tommy's back. "Get me down, Tommy!" She didn't descend back into the elevator cab fast enough to avoid the second snip that caused her slip to snake down her torso. What Tommy and Ann hadn't noticed during all of this was what Amber had gotten up to. She had maneuvered the hooked pole from Ann's classroom, the one that was used to pull down the window shades, into the elevator. The hook caught on the frilly lace on Ann's hem and tore it as she slipped down Tommy's back. As Amber pulled the hook back, the lace ripped off and brought with it the beginnings of a long nylon thread. - Ann gasped and pulled her loose slip back over her bra. Tommy turned around, worried he had dropped Ann again. She was, however, safe on her feet. He hadn't thought about what he had just revealed, though. "Tommy, y—you're..." Ann trailed off, looking down at his crotch. He squeaked from the realization that she could see the tent in his briefs. His erection had become so strong that it was beginning to lift the waistband off his skin. He blushed and covered himself. He would have loved to be half-naked with Ann in any other situation. Her face darkened. She finally completed her sentence, "You're aroused." "I'm so sorry, Miss Berrybush, I just couldn't help it." Tommy was confused as to why Ann had such a look of great disappointment of her face. For Ann, the sight was even more distressing than being reduced to her slip. She had lost Tommy. Ann wished for a world that followed Platonic ideals, a world that recognized the Manichean difference between the spiritual light and the pale physical dark. Her life ought to be devoted to the practice of reason, for, as Plato argued, the highest and purest objects were not material, but abstract. But she had no choice other than to live in the physical world. She wished that physical world could be reduced to a mere distraction, but her beauty was the curse that prevented that. If only she could give it to someone who desired it more than she. Ann Berrybush and the Elevator When men looked at Ann, they saw only the physical being. But Tommy was different. Not only was he her most attentive and enthusiastic student, he was a friend. He had given her thoughtful gifts. He had tried his best to protect her from Amber and Brandi's pranks and comforted her when he failed, standing by her while she suffered through her deepest throes of shame. Now to see him so aroused told her that all of Tommy's actions had been driven by the physical that she so abhorred. Could he be just like every other man, lusting after her curves rather than her sense of reason? Ann was pulled from her thoughts when Tommy called to her: "Miss B, look out! Your slip!" She peered down to see a string leading from her slip to the gap in the elevator doors. "Don't just stand there. Help me!" Tommy dutifully tried to break the string while Ann clutched the unraveling slip to her body. The string was moving too fast for him - the friction seemed to burn his hand. He raised his foot and stomped on it. This only caused the slip to unravel faster as the tension on the string grew. "Stupid nylon," muttered Ann. "I wear something durable to protect myself against those two and it ends up being my undoing." Tommy gulped as the bottom of Ann's panties came into view. "Hold on, maybe I can get it stuck to the wall." Another large patch of her slip disappeared as he pulled on the string, attempting to stick the thread to the glue on the wall. The slack lasted for only the briefest moment. Then the string pulled taut against his hand and bit into his skin. He lost grip, worried that it might cut through his hand. Whoever was pulling on the other side was just too strong for him. One last resort. He bit the string. All that did was burn his tongue. "Ah!" he cried as he pulled back from the string. "Oh, Tommy. Don't hurt yourself for me." "I'm sorry, Miss Ann. I just can't get it to break." "It's okay," she said, dejected. The slip was vanishing at a steady rate. She sheepishly covered her bottom half with one hand as her bellybutton came into view. The other still clung to the remainder of her slip in desperation, as if Amber would end her assault. Ann had this look of defeat in her eyes that he had never seen before. She was decked in white, as usual. In this strange situation she had fallen into, she looked like a reluctant bride. As if Aidos had kidnapped her and forced her down the aisle in these white unmentionables. Her expression seemed to give away the belief that she had just wed shame itself, and it was about to consummate their relationship. Tommy watched, entranced, as the string reached the bottom of her bust. His member strained even harder against his underwear, a droplet of fluid surged onto its distended surface. He felt a pang of self-loathing. The sight of his love being humiliated should have filled him with panic and rage. But he only got more aroused with each article of clothing Ann lost. He looked toward the gap in the door to distract himself. He noticed squinting eyes on the other side and a cardboard tube poking in between the doors. "Get away," he growled, then spat down the cardboard tube. A muffled "ew" came through the doors. Ann sniffed. "Are they...looking in?" He turned to face Ann. "They were." Tommy's eyes were glued once again to the unintentional burlesque show right in front of him. Full cups of white lace were now revealed, giving way to the pink of Ann's cleavage. The thread continued to run up her chest until only a small patch of slip remained - just the width of the hand that held it up. "Oh, this is useless," she sighed. She let the little hoop of material fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, doing a favor to Amber and the boys watching. The clump flew toward the door and out the elevator. Ann's hand hadn't moved back down to cover her cleavage. While this allowed Tommy a better view, it also let him know something wasn't quite right. Normally, she would have been crouched over, her hands wrapped around herself, to hide as much as she could. He was sure a mist was forming in her eyes as well. "Are you okay, Miss Berrybush?" She stared at the floor. "It's just useless. Those brats are going to humiliate me no matter how hard I try to teach them." Tommy believed Ann to be infected with mere learned helplessness. He didn't know that she was as aroused as he. That the reason her fingers were slipping toward the waistband of her panties was a true desire to give in to shame. Perhaps if she stopped fighting, just stripped down and relieved herself, this whole incident would pass much sooner. "No!" Tommy spoke up. "You can't say that. You can't just..." he searched for the appropriate words. "You can't just give up on reason." A look of realization swept over Ann's face. Tommy's one-line speech was not going to get him onto the inspirational speakers' circuit, but it had reminded her what was most important in any situation. And it had shown her that, despite Amber and Brandi's continuous pranks, she was getting through to at least one student. She furrowed her brow in resolve and placed her hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Goodness. You're right, Tommy! I've got to show them that as long as Ann Berrybush still has a shred of clothing, she has still has a shred of dignity. Now let's think of another way to get out of here." He smiled. Cheering up Ann made him proud and had the added bonus of getting her to apply her intellect to their situation once again. If they could form a solution, they could still escape with their skivvies intact. "Tommy, help!" she yelled as she put her other arm around his waist and pulled him toward her. He was bewildered by the fact that Ann's breasts, encased in that oversized but ornate bra, were now crushed against his face and that his erection pressed against her stomach. Her sudden action was explained by a metal rod flying through the gap in the door, crashing against the wall, and pulling back out. Ann was using Tommy for protection - that was how their relationship had started. She had used him as a shield to protect her modesty. He was happy to serve this role again. She sidestepped the pole again, keeping Tommy in front of her. With each dodge of the pole, his hard-on got a little rub from Ann's motions. It reminded him of how they had danced not so long ago. It also reminded him of how little self-control he had. Dancing with Ann had made him drop a load in his pants. And they were fully clothed when that happened. How could he hold back when their half-naked bodies were pressed together. How could he hold back when she clutched his head to her chest and his waist to hers? His nose was buried in her cleavage, which gave tiny jiggles whenever she moved. Her milky white skin was so warm and smooth. "Oh Miss, oh Miss!" he muttered, muffled by her chest. "What is it, Tommy? I'm a bit busy at the moment," she said, dodging another swipe of the pole. Then he felt it coming. No time left to tell Miss Berrybush to loosen her grip, only to apologize in advance. "Miss, I'm sorry." His hips thrust against her of their own volition. They did so with such force that she was thrown back against the wall. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she had landed against the tatters of her old clothes, still glued to the wall, rather than the wet paste that coated the rest of the elevator. "Tommy, what in the world are you...?" her voice trailed off as he shivered, grunted, and thrust against her. His briefs absorbed the first few spurts, but the thin cloth was soon saturated. That was when Ann felt a dampness on her skin. Since she had never seen a man have an orgasm before, she hadn't deduced what accounted for Tommy's strange behavior until that point. "You're not, are you?" she asked in a low voice. Tommy, however, was lost in his orgasmic frenzy, unaware of anything besides Ann's body surrounding him and what it was coaxing from his loins. Ann, stared down in horror at the writhing, animalistic boy in her arms. The beast that was pleasuring itself against her mostly bare skin was turning back into Tommy. As his thrusting grew weaker, she looked over his shoulder to notice the metal pole pushed against his back. "Tommy!" Too late. His briefs left his body with a loud tear and flew away on the hook of the pole. He gasped, then stumbled backward out of her arms. He looked down as if he was unsure of what had just happened. After a moment, he covered his wilting member with his hands. Aidos had bitten Tommy as well. It was an intimidating thing to be seen nude by a mature woman, especially if she was the teacher that you were crushing on. And if it was the first time someone of the opposite sex who wasn't your mother had seen you nude. Despite that, he felt himself swelling again. He was, after all, trapped naked in an elevator with Miss Berrybush, whose own state of undress became more severe as time passed. The pole charged into the elevator again. Ann grunted as she narrowly dodged the hook that threatened to tear into her last lines of defense. "Help me, Tommy." This time it came as a command rather than a plea. He walked up to her. She spun him around and latched on to him from behind. "You've got nothing left to lose now. But they won't get my underwear." She felt a renewed sense of determination. Amber and Brandi had stripped her down to nothing before, but it had been too sudden to allow them to see the effects shame had on her body. She couldn't let them see how hard her nipples were or how moist her panties had become. Not only would she die of shame, she would lose what control of her class she did have. But even if they managed to rob her of her remaining garments, she still had Tommy to protect her. Meanwhile, the boy was biting his lip as keeping his wits about him became near impossible. On one hand, the feeling of lace and skin and breasts against his back had the effect of forcing his hands out from his hips and making concealment more difficult. On the other, he remembered that they were being watched through the elevator. No doubt Amber, Brandi, and whoever else had witnessed this would never let him live it down. The pole swiped at Tommy's sides, trying to get behind him to reach Ann. Its attempts failed, so it poked him in the stomach. The two moved, but it followed the and continued to poke him. "Ow!" yelled Tommy when it switched to forceful blows. Ann tightened her grip. "I can't keep doing this. That thing is really starting to hurt." "Here, let's get against the far wall. The pole won't be able to reach there if we squeeze against it. Now walk backward fast." She shuffled backward, pulling him along. The remnants of Tommy's clothes provided a non-sticky spot they could lean against on the wall. Lucky that he had stood in a spot that appeared to be safe from the pole. Indeed, the rod just missed them on multiple attempts. They both exhaled. Tommy noticed how hot her breath was. And how irregular it was. She held him so tight that he could feel her heartbeat against his back. It was fast enough to be mistaken for a sprinter's; one who had still had halfway to go in the 400 meter. He didn't know this was because she was still silently battling her arousal. Tommy felt something on his butt. "Ow! Miss, did you just pinch me or something?" "I did no such thing." A moment later, she felt a tug on her bra. When she looked down, she yelped, "Oh no!" A fishing line extended down from the ceiling, leading to a hook lodged in her bra cup. And it was being reeled in. In panic, she pushed Tommy away from her so she could reach her chest. She used one arm to keep her bra from lifting off her chest and her free hand to grab the line and try to get some slack. Maybe she could get enough to work the hook free. In the process, she had failed to notice that she had moved far enough from the wall to put herself back in range of the pole. Tommy watched helplessly as it shot through the doors and latched onto the back of her bra. The hook tore through the straps and the clasp, leaving the bra a limp strip of cloth over her chest. She cried out and hung onto the cups for dear life. Without the help of the straps, though, the fishing line had an easy time snatching her undergarment away. Her bare breasts fell out of the cups, yet she still clung to the bra. It was heading toward the emergency hatch, which was slightly cracked. She clenched her fists around the torn cloth, yet it continued upward, forcing her hands over her head. She put all her weight on it in one last desperate pull, but the fishing line won the contest of strength. Her bra flew from her hands into the abyss beyond the crack in the hatch. Tommy gaped at her topless figure. He had gotten to see her completely naked that one time at the dance, but it was only for a brief moment as he offered his coat to her. There was nothing to cover up with now besides him. She clapped her hands over her breasts. "Oh! Please, don't look. Get in front of me." She executed her own order, hopping over to him, spinning him around, and holding him from behind once again. They shuffled back to their safe spot. "This time, keep an eye on the hatch." "Uh-huh," responded Tommy. He was more concerned about the two points poking his back. Ann seemed to be shaking, as if she were cowering behind his back. There was a near-nude damsel in distress clinging to him. And it was Miss Ann. His member released a drop of fluid at the thought. - "Seriously, that's gross," said the boy crouched on the floor with the cardboard tube. "Oh come on, we're all here for the same reason. I'm just taking advantage of this opportunity while it lasts," said the boy standing above him, his hand in his pants. "Well, take advantage farther away from me." The standing boy removed his hand and stepped away from the elevator. "Nothing to take advantage of anymore. That stupid Tommy Effenheimer is blocking my view. What a teacher's pet, ruining everyone's fun." He turned to Amber, who was still holding the pole. "Hey, I thought we were gonna get a good show here. I got a few seconds of Miss Berrybush and ten minutes of Tommy-weiner. This sucks." Amber set the pole aside and picked up the walkie-talkie. "I think it's time to get them out of the elevator. Come down." "All right," said the boy, licking his chops. "Now the real show begins." Amber grinned. - "Any ideas yet, Miss?" asked Tommy, half out of boredom. "Uh, no. Not yet." Ann's voice was shaky. He didn't mind. Standing like this with her was rather enjoyable, though he really wished she would turn him around so they would be face-to-face. Ann's superior height allowed her to rest her chin on his shoulder. She peered down to see that he was still covering himself, yet having far more trouble than before. "He must be aroused again," she thought. At first, she was hit with a pang of repulsion. Yet once reason took hold, she knew Tommy's erection couldn't be a sign that he was just another lustful man with no appreciation for her intellect. This whole time he had tried his best to keep her body covered and her secrets safe. If he couldn't see past the physical, he would be on Amber and Brandi's side, determined to strip her bare. She stared at his hands, which fiddled trying to keep himself covered. Perhaps she had judged Tommy too quickly. Perhaps he, too, struggled against the sway of Eros. How much she could sympathize with him then. "Tommy?" "Yeah?" "I, uh, I just wanted to say thanks for helping. It means a lot. Because we're not just teacher and student, we're friends, huh?" She felt she owed him at least that much for using him as a protective barrier and allowing himself to be stripped rather than her. He couldn't help but smile. "Of course. No need to thank me, Miss." He didn't mean that. Inside, he was soaring to hear her words of gratitude. Outside, too. His erection was struggling to break free from where he held it against his leg. He fumbled with it again, just keeping it from popping into view. Ann took notice. A strange curiosity arose within her. She had seen his shrinking member after he lost his underwear. But what did it look like in this state? A little more moisture soaked into her panties. She told herself to snap out of it, questioning why she was imagining what Tommy's erection looked like. No, it was reasonable. Just an innocent curiosity. After all, she had never seen an erect penis. If that was the apparatus most men thought with, it made sense to know all about it. Knowledge of biology didn't come from just textbooks, but live specimens as well. A learned woman such as herself should have a good understanding of physiology. Yes, that was it, she told herself. It wasn't a curiosity about Tommy, but about the male sex in general. It was simply her innate thirst for knowledge. "Tommy?" "Yeah?" "Is it, uh, erect?" "What?" "Is it erect? You know, are you, uh, aroused?" Both Tommy and Ann were equally confounded by the fact that she was inquiring about his erection. Was Ann still naïve about how she affected his body even after what happened today, or was she toying with him for some reason? And given the rather obvious answer, he was a bit flustered. He wanted to say, "Just look at it!" Instead, he let out a raspy, "Yeah." The erotically charged circumstances had already dried out both their throats and the new conversation topic made them arid. Ann found her lips kept sticking together. "Does it hurt when you keep it down against your leg like that?" "Uh, yeah, I guess." "It's okay if you want to, uh, let it go, you know?" "Oh, yeah, I just thought it wouldn't be proper and all." "I don't mind." She ran her index finger over his thigh and gave his hand a little push. It wasn't enough to move his hand away, but it made it quite clear to Tommy what she expected him to do. This was something he hadn't expected to happen outside his dreams. But he hesitated in removing his hand. He had kept himself covered in the first place because he believed Ann, in her usual prudery, would have rebuked him and thought less of him if he didn't. She peeled his fingertips back. It couldn't get much clearer. His bashfulness left him and he lifted his hands, allowing his erection to bob up from his thigh. "If we're going to be stuck like this, no sense in being, uh, uncomfortable, you know?" Her voice was even breathier than before. He wondered what was going on. Ann's strange request. Her throaty speech sprinkled with uncharacteristic "uhs" and "you knows." Now he wanted to turn around to face her so that he could be sure she hadn't been replaced by Amber or Brandi playing a trick on him. Tommy couldn't see her staring at his member, so she took the liberty of studying it in detail. She was rather surprised by the shades of red and purple that ran down it and how it seemed to give a little jump in conjunction with the beat of Tommy's heart. It was such a strange little thing. It must have been something of an annoyance. If Eros tugged at her loins all day and gave her a tent in the pants every time she was aroused, life would be even more difficult than it already was. Then again, if she were a man, she wouldn't be the victim of Amber and Brandi's pranks. She recalled Freud's concept of penis envy. Her fingers mindlessly brushed against Tommy's scrotum. He gave a little shiver and his erection jumped higher than ever. Was he overcome by such a tiny movement? She had barely skimmed the side of his testicles. She felt another wave of moisture release from her loins. Wanting to confirm her hypothesis, she intentionally gave him a slight brush and the same action resulted. Had he fallen into Eros's grasp through her hands? She lifted her head from his shoulder and shook it. This was no time to lose her grip on reason. Or use it for self-psychoanalysis. They had to keep trying to get out of the elevator. Ann Berrybush and the Elevator "It's been a while," she said. "Is it possible they forgot about us? That we're just standing in this corner for nothing?" "I dunno." The more accurate answer would have been "I don't care." He had no desire to leave Miss Berrybush's arms. He was getting a little antsy, though. He remembered having an orgasm, but his hard-on told him otherwise. A twinge of need ran through his member. Perhaps Ann might accidentally brush against him some more. "Maybe we can try the hatch again," she suggested. A grinding sound cut off Tommy's answer. "Is that-" "I think the power's coming on." The elevator doors shut and then dinged. "All right, get ready to run back to the classroom." "Uh," Tommy sputtered. He had no time to prepare mentally. The doors pulled open. There was a gaggle of boys standing behind Amber and Brandi. Ann and Tommy recognized a few of the faces from class. Tommy then remembered that he was standing there with a boner but without a stitch in front of the crowd. He clapped his hands over his erection. "Let's go!" Ann tried to push her way out of the elevator. "Not so fast, teach." Amber held the pole up to Tommy's throat, trapping them in the doorway. "Put that down or you'll be in even more trouble than you already are, Amber." "Ooh, you've got me scared now." "Point that somewhere else." Tommy grabbed the hook on the end of the pole and pushed it aside. "I want to point it right this way," she said and pushed the pole back toward him. "You're free to get out of the way, though, since Miss Berrybush is the main attraction and you're just in the way." "No, Tommy, stay!" Ann pleaded. "Don't worry, I'll keep these brats from hurting you." "Brats?" Amber gasped in mock exasperation. "Them's fightin' words!" She tapped his balls with the pole with enough force to stun him but not enough to sterilize him. He groaned as his body went limp in Ann's arms. "Tommy!" Ann was genuinely concerned, but wasn't against keeping him propped up to cover herself. "Let the boy go, teach, or he might not be having any babies in the future," said Amber, motioning with the pole toward his nuts. "Please, Miss Ann," begged Tommy. There was no use in threatening the girls when they were so clearly in charge. Reluctantly, she let Tommy slide from her arms, covering her chest when he fell to the floor. He knelt in front of the elevator door before falling on his face. He held his balls in hopes of easing the pain while cursing under his breath. Meanwhile, cheers erupted from the peanut gallery. They knew Amber and Brandi had Miss Berrybush cornered. For some, though, seeing her with only panties, stockings, a garter-belt, and a pair of arms to hide her most private areas was enough to make them go wild. "I think some people here are really itching to see what you've been hiding for so long, teach. Let's stop playing modest, huh?" Amber pulled at Ann's arms with the hook. The tip was sharper than it looked. Why did she need this weapon to open and close the blinds in her classroom anyway? Even a little girl like Amber felt threatening pointing the thing at her. At this point, Ann realized she had lost all control. She was at the girls' mercy, which meant every last stitch was going to come off. That control she lost was over herself as well as her students. Her loins absolutely flooded at the knowledge that Amber and Brandi would have their way with her in front of these boys. And Tommy. Amber pushed harder against Ann's forearm with the hook. "My patience is wearing thin, dear teacher. Just like the guys behind me." She allowed the hook to push one arm down, leaving her other one to cover the bare minimum. The crowd of boys shouted and jeered. Boobies! Knockers! Tits! Jugs! Melons! Their lewd catcalls rung out and rattled in her ears. She flinched as the hook tapped her remaining arm. She couldn't believe she was wishing for the nice, quick stripping Amber and Brandi usually provided. When everything came off at once, there was no choice in the matter. And the brats' previous pranks always allowed for her to make an escape. Now she was trapped. As her arm lowered, she felt as if she were willingly exposing herself. She knew she was under duress from the metal hook, but she couldn't help but see herself as a willing participant. Another cheer erupted as her breasts were fully revealed. The air was chilly and somehow made her nipples harder than they already were. She hoped they weren't so conspicuous as to tip everyone off to her shameful secret. The tip of the pole pushed against her aureole. "Quite the nipple stand there, teach. I think you might break the hook with those things." Her face burned. "It's just cold in here. Now stop...oh, don't do that." Her sentence derailed as the cold metal poked her nipple. She protested, unwilling to admit she could be enjoying the touch of the hook. Reason now told her that her feeling of willingness was true. Amber might have been spiteful, but she wouldn't do any physical harm to Ann. She would have been in very serious trouble if she hurt Ann with the hook. If Ann had been strong, if Eros had not clouded her judgment, she could have made her stand against the brats right here. Then reason struck her out of nowhere once again, overcoming her intoxicated state in a brief flash. The elevator was fixed. There was no reason to be standing here, getting fondled by Amber. She fell back into the elevator and jabbed a button. She laughed as the doors closed, then nearly cried when they opened again. Amber had kept them from closing with the pole. Brandi rushed in and left a doorstop on the threshold to keep the sensors activated. Such a basic flaw in her escape plan. She wondered if her faculty for reason had deserted her. "Nice try, teach, but the show must go on. And you're the star. Now step on stage." The hook tapped her rear, ushering her into the doorway of the elevator again. "Get her panties off! Let's see everything!" yelled one of the boys. "They're getting restless, teach. I'm afraid these are going to have to come off." The hook pulled at her waistband. Her panties stretched out off her body. "Oh my! Is that a wet spot right there?" "Don't be ridiculous." She could barely muster more than a whisper. "Look, just let me go. Let me go right now and we'll forget this whole thing." "A deal, huh?" Amber let Ann's panties snap back against her skin. "Well, I've already got a deal going on with these guys behind me. And they say they want to see everything. Besides, I can tell you'd much rather stay here with us." The pole pushed her legs open just wide enough to slip between them. Then it worked its way up until it hit her crotch. Just the feeling of that cold rod, even through her panties, forced her to stifle a moan. It sat still for a moment, allowing Ann to fathom what was going to happen to her. Then it spun, inciting another moan that had to be stifled. The pole stopped, then moved back and forth. No matter how hard she bit her bottom lip, it couldn't stop her heavy breath and tiny, high-pitched moans. "Stop it." It was perhaps the least convincing command Miss Berrybush had ever issued. "This is just delicious, teach. You're getting off on this, aren't you? Everything we do turns you on, doesn't it?" Amber knew the answer to her own question, but there was still a bit of surprise in her voice. She hadn't expected Miss Berrybush to succumb this easily. "No, please, don't. Not true." She panted between her words. "Don't deny yourself the pleasure." Amber gave a great heave. Ann couldn't hold back anymore - her mouth opened wide and let out a yowl of pleasure. "Now let's get you undressed all the way." The hook ran up her lower back and snagged on her garter and the waistband of her panties. When Amber pulled, Ann was left completely indecent. Amber tossed the fabric back into the crowd. Two boys fought over the wet, torn panties until they pulled them to shreds. The pole swiftly reclaimed its position between Ann's legs. "Please," Ann begged. "Oh, you want more?" asked Amber. Her interpretation of Ann's statement was not wrong. "You can't get enough, can you?" "No." The cold metal stroked her clit and lips with increasing vigor. "Come on, beg for more." "More." "Sorry, couldn't hear that." "More!" growled Ann. She knew she had given herself fully to Eros, that she had allowed herself to be possessed. "Stop! Don't do this to her!" yelled Tommy, waking from his painful blow. Brandi swung her fishing line at him so that the hook swayed perilously close to his testicles. "I'd settle down if I were you." That he did. Brandi knew dangling sharp objects close to a boy's genitals would scare him into total obedience. Ann grit her teeth, a devilish look on her face. She clutched the pole firmly. "Gimme that pole, Amber." "Are you crazy?" "You're not doing it right," she snarled. She yanked the pole forward and thrust her hips up and down it with impressive rapidity. Ann Berrybush's repressed urges all burst from her at once, revealing the aspect of herself she wanted to keep concealed most. Her lust consumed her, transforming her. She was transported back to the day of her first orgasm. The brats she had been hired to babysit had stripped her down and she somehow found herself up a tree, unable to stop rubbing against the branch between her legs. The pole felt even better, though. Amber had released her grip, allowing Ann to wrench the whole thing from her. Her eyes swept over her audience as her body convulsed in orgasm. Every pair of eyes that bored into her sent a pang of shame and arousal through her body. Amber and Brandi gawked in delighted shock. The boys had stopped cheering long ago, completely focused on Ann's descent into lust. Some began to leave to clean out the mess they had made in their pants. Tommy nearly cried to see his teacher so humiliated, but the erection that he had lost after getting hit in the nuts returned at full force. "Ah, yes!" Ann shouted, falling to her knees. Though she had been wracked by such a powerful climax, she was a bit glad to feel it leave her body for fear that she would have gone completely mad. The pole clanged to the ground. She had just enough strength to keep herself propped upright. She panted in exhaustion, her orgasm requiring her muscles to take a generous recovery period. "Damn, Miss Berrybush is a total exhibitionist, a horny little slut," said Amber, as if she were trying to stir up the crowd again. It was pointless, though, because nothing she said could be as effective as the image of Ann hunched over, on her knees, unable to move. If reason could overcome her body the way lust just had, she would have run from the scene. She lifted one arm and realized that motion was nearly impossible as it slapped back down on her thigh. Yet the fact that Amber, Brandi, Tommy, and the rest of the boys had just witnessed her possession by Eros, and were still staring at her helpless, nude body, sent a bolt of arousal through her. Brandi, mesmerized by the sight, had dropped her fishing rod. This allowed Tommy to run over to Ann. He put his arms around her shoulders. "Miss Ann! Miss Berrybush! Snap out of it! Let's go!" She grunted and looked up at Tommy. The warmth of his body felt so nice against hers when they had been squeezed up against the wall. Yes, Tommy did feel quite nice. "Miss Ann, what are you doing?!" yelled Tommy. In a few seconds, Ann found herself sitting on Tommy, who lay prostrate on the floor. His thigh was lodged between her legs. She started gyrating on his leg. "Miss! No!" The feeling she got from holding Tommy in the elevator, when they were both down to almost nothing, was electric. The pole was nice, but Ann wanted something warm and, well, alive, between her legs. Tommy froze up. He knew he should be preventing Ann from humiliating herself any further, not to mention keeping her from drawing him into the spectacle as well. Ann's warm pussy glided over the skin of his thigh, leaving a wet trail all over it. When her hips thrust all the way forward, they brushed against his now aching erection. "Oh no, Miss! Oh no, Miss!" he repeated weakly. She leaned forward and pinned his shoulders to the floor. This gave her more leverage, not to mention that it sandwiched Tommy's member between the two of them. Now he couldn't help but be sucked into the whirling vortex of lust she had created around herself. Ann's thrusting accelerated until her expression melted into one of supreme pleasure and she let out an orgiastic howl. The feeling of his naked member on her bare skin was too much. There was no use in even attempting to hold back - Tommy erupted without care. White globs streaked his stomach, Ann's skin, and the floor. Everyone in the hall had fallen into a trance. Even Brandi's fingers mindlessly brushed against the crotch of her jeans. Tommy and Ann stared at each other, wide-eyed, until Ann regained control of her body at last. She squealed, stood up, and sprinted down the hallway. Tommy followed suit. - Ann sighed in frustration when she opened the drawer she kept her spare clothes in. Just a pair of bra and panties, and a half-slip that the brats had managed to tear half the way up the sides. It was time to go clothes shopping again. After she took a paper towel and wiped Tommy's spunk from her hips, she shimmied into the spare clothes. A knock came at the door. The top of Tommy's face was in the small window. She had no desire to be seen after what had just happened - or in her current state - but she couldn't let Tommy suffer further humiliation at the hands of Amber and Brandi. Tommy slipped into the classroom, his hands once again his only source of modesty. "I think they're gone, Miss." "Best to keep the door locked in any case," she said, pushing the door closed. He noticed that she had managed to procure some undergarments. It disappointed him a bit that she was no longer nude, but the sight of Ann in a bra and half-slip was far more than was necessary to get him excited. It seemed that he was designed to stiffen at the slightest glimpse of Ann's body and to release at the slightest touch of her skin. "Clothes," he muttered. "Where did you get those?" "I keep spares." "Do you have anything I could wear?" "No, I'm sorry. This is the last of it," she said as she walked over to the supply closet. She got inside and shut the door. Tommy looked at the world map on the closet door. "Mind if I borrow the map?" "Go ahead. Just return it tomorrow." He pulled the pins out and tested it by wrapping it around himself. It would do. "Thanks, Miss." No response, just sniffling noises. "Say, you're not crying in there, are you?" "You may stay here until you are ready to go, but leave me to my thoughts. Imagine that I'm not here." "I couldn't do that. Things just wouldn't be the same without you." "Don't be tautological, Tommy." "What?" "Oh, never mind that." The sniffles returned. "Don't hide in there. It doesn't suit you." "Oh, dear sweet Tommy. I'm sorry for what I've done to you. As Kant would say, I used you as a means to an end. An incredibly perverse end. There is no excuse for humiliating a friend like you." "I don't mind. In fact, I sort of wish we could go back into that elevator. I think any boy would be lucky to be the, uh, target of your perversity." "Is that true, Tommy?" "Of course. Now come out of there." "No. I can't be seen. My most twisted perversion has been revealed, my most secret shame unveiled, my most intimate depths plumbed." Just dwelling on the memories of the elevator caused her so much shame that she couldn't help but caress herself through her panties. "And I thought they were wonderful." Tommy thought there was nothing more beautiful than Ann. That was until today, when he realized there was nothing more beautiful than Ann reaching the apex of her pleasure, especially if he was the means by which that peak was achieved. "If you don't come out, I'm going to open that door myself." "No, please." "If you say so." The door handle twisted. "Ah!" she yelped, wrenching her hand from between her legs and covering herself with her arms. "Come out, Miss Ann." She saw Tommy's figure in the doorway, his member erect once again. "No. Don't look at me like that." "How could I not look at something so beautiful? And don't you always say that there's beauty in truth?" This disarmed her. She let Tommy take her by the hand and pull her into the classroom. He put his hands on her shoulders and said, "Come on, let's dance." "Dance?" "Yeah, dance. Remember the school dance, when you had that gorgeous blue dress? And we danced for so long." He began to perform a few simple steps. "Then Amber and Brandi stripped you and you ran away. But I found you in the bushes, gave you my jacket, and we kept dancing under the Aurora Borealis." "Yes. How could I forget?" "Then you ran away. Don't run away this time." - "They're...dancing?" said Brandi in an astonished tone. "I can't believe she's dancing with that dork. And he's naked! And she almost is too! What the hell is this?" "Hey, if she's into dweebs like that Effenheimer kid, maybe his unpopularity will rub off on her." Amber snarled. "Miss B is never going to be unpopular with curves like those." "Come on, let's go. I think we've got better things to do - like make our next plan." - "It's quite strange, Tommy, but I often feel that you, a simple little boy, are the only one in this school who has some understanding of what I truly want to teach." Others would have found her statement to be arrogant, something of a backhanded compliment. But Tommy knew it was a great compliment coming from Ann. She saw something in him that she saw in no one else. Pride swelled in him - not so long ago he had been nearly too petrified to ask Ann to dance with him. Now he had coaxed her from her hiding place and they danced without trepidation. "Th-thank you, Miss Ann." He had been so indirect, offering her gifts and moral support. Now he wanted her to know what she meant to him as well. "You're my only, too. The only woman I've danced with. My only kiss. My first kiss." Tommy tripped over his feet as he said that. "Careful now!" Ann caught him and held him upright. "You can't dance properly if you keep holding me at arm's length. She pulled him toward her. His hard-on pressed into her belly. "No! Not so close!" He pushed Ann back. Of course, he would have loved nothing more than to dance close to her, but his little problem was preventing that. "What is it? What's wrong?" He moved back toward her desk, putting some of his weight on it. "It's, well, it's so embarrassing. I mean, you saw what happened in the elevator." "What do you mean?" "I can't help myself. I have a little problem with, you know, self-control." He motioned toward his erection. "Self-control?" Again, Tommy was a bit surprised at Ann's innocence. Perhaps they didn't have sex-ed when she went to school. "If we dance close like that, it'll squirt on you. I don't want to ruin the moment by doing that." "Oh, I see." She walked toward him and put her hands on his shoulders. "You're always such a gentleman, Tommy. If we can't finish the dance, though, would you accept a kiss goodbye?" "Of course." He didn't know if anything could top kissing her under the Northern Lights, but that was no reason to turn down her offer. She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. His member went rigid, reminding him of how his loins ached for release. She gave him a few more pecks, getting closer to his mouth each time. Finally, she nibbled on his lip. Tommy shifted, thinking she had finished. Instead, she straddled his knee to keep him in place. Her tongue pushed his lips apart. The deep kiss sent a tingle through Ann's body. It was a rather foreign feeling, warm and gentle, quite unlike the wild and overbearing arousal that came with shame. She couldn't help but explore and give herself a little rub on Tommy's thigh once again. But Aidos seemed to be absent this time.