Blair's Freshman Year
By Volante


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Chapter 5
 
 
 	The next morning I got up early to have plenty of 
time to meet my History professor, Mr. Harrison, for 
the make-up test. My arms and legs were sore at the 
joints from the previous days treatment, but as I 
flexed and stretched during my morning routine the 
stiffness let up.  

 	I met Mr. Harrison in his office at the appointed 
time to retake the test. I breezed through all of the 
questions.  Jana's instruction the night before had 
given me the insight I needed to ace the test. 

	Thinking back on it, I probably could have studied 
on my own without being forced and done just as well. But 
now, due to the threat of Mrs. Carter's "treatments", 
I was determined not to get behind again.  

 	Mr. Harrison graded the paper on the spot and 
gave me an A+.  "Ms. Carter can sure work wonders on 
her girls." He said as I was leaving.  

 	"If you only knew the half of it," I smirked 
back.  

 	I called my mother later in the day and told her 
I got an A on the make up test. She pleased and 
praised me for my hard work. Hardly at all the same 
woman I talked to yesterday.  

 	I spent some time with Carol in the afternoon 
going over our Math homework. We were in different 
classes but had the same instructor for the course. As 
we worked, I wondered how Carol would react to the 
"forced" study treatment.
  
 	At dinner, Ms. Carter warned us that she was 
having a guest over at 8 o'clock. She asked us to 
avoid the living room that evening and gave us 
permission to wear clothes if we needed to be in that 
area tonight.  

 	Around 7:30 Carol and I were watching TV in the 
living room. Ms. Carter came in and asked to speak to 
me. I entered the foyer with her. "Blair, don't panic, 
but I want you to see something in the basement."  

 	My eyes widened. I was afraid I was going to be 
disciplined again. What had I done?  

 	"Calm down," she said reassuring me. "You've done 
nothing wrong. I just want you to watch something. 
Okay?"  

 	I nodded and she opened the door to the basement. 
This time the stairs and room below were lit. I 
followed her down. Jana was already in the treatment 
room. She was busy arranging a large table in the 
middle of the room. The table was so large I wondered 
where it could have come from; I surely would have 
noticed something that large. A closer examination of 
the tables revealed a series of slats and hinges. The 
table apparently folded up for compact storage. Yet 
from the look of it, the table was remarkably sturdy.  

 	Jana saw us and smiled. "Almost ready." She said. 
 
 	"Good, he will be here in a few minutes," said 
Ms. Carter. "Follow me, Blair I want to show you 
something." She led me over to large, sliding door 
made of wood. The door almost blended in with the 
wall. If you were looking at the door it could easily 
be seen, but a quick glance could fail to reveal it. I 
certainly hadn't paid any attention to it the day 
before. 
 
 	The room beyond was dark and full of clutter. 
There were chairs, tables, cabinets and boxes all 
stacked against the wall. One thing stood out in here. 
A medium sized office desk free of clutter. A computer
monitor was the only thing atop the desk.

	I followed as she entered the room and turned right 
stopping at another door. Opening this door revealed a 
final room. This was a smaller room. It was long and 
narrow, kind of like a real wide hallway. As we entered 
I saw the main feature of this room. One wall was 
entirely glass that looked into the main room where 
Jana was.  

 	The giant wall-to-wall mirror in the main room 
was actually a two-way mirror. I watched Jana from the 
backside of the glass as she positioned a small mat on 
top of the table. Mrs. Carter went to the far end our 
"viewing" room and began to set up several video 
cameras.  

 	There was a bookshelf on the narrow wall at the 
end of this room. It held an assortment of cameras and 
tripods. Along the long wall opposite the mirror was a 
sofa. From this sofa someone could comfortably watch 
all the activities in the main room.  

 	Ms. Carter finished adjusting the cameras and 
motioned for me to have a seat on the sofa. As I took 
a seat she said, "Jana is more responsible than I am 
for getting you that shot at a retest in History 
class. Mr. Harrison insisted upon Jana being the girl 
to work out the trade off.  She and I are so glad 
you passed the test that it makes these bargains 
worth while."  

 	"What bargain. I didn't..." I started.  

 	"Shh," Ms. Carter hushed me. "It wasn't your 
decision to make. Jana agreed to Mr. Harrison's 
request to give you another chance. That's why Jana 
was so hard you last night with your study time. She 
wanted to make sure you did well to make her trade off 
worth it."  

 	"Furthermore," She added, "I feel it would be in 
your best interest to watch her tonight earn your new 
grade. Please do not feel in debt to her or sorry for 
her. You have already paid her back by making an A on 
Mr. Harrison's test. She has done this before and 
gladly accepts the opportunity to help out the girls 
she likes. Please remain quite back here and I will 
come get you when it's over." Ms. Carter left the 
room.  

 	Ms. Carter the appeared on the other side of the 
glass. Jana saw her come in and said, "I'm ready."  

 	"Very well," Ms. Carter replied. "Onto the table 
then." Jana climbed onto the table and laid spread 
eagle. The table was large enough so that even with 
her arms and legs spread in four directions no part of 
her dangled over any edge. Once in place, Ms. Carter 
began to wrap padded leather straps around each wrist 
and ankle and buckled them tight. Next she tied off 
each strap to eyebolts at each corner of the table.  

 	Jana tested her bonds gently and nodded to Ms. 
Carter. Seeing Jana secured, Ms. Carter produced a 
blindfold and slipped it over Jana's head. Content her 
vision was now blocked, Ms. Carter then left the 
room, up the stairs.  

 	I waited in silence watching Jana lay still. What 
Ms. Carter had said to me was all a blur. Was Jana 
trading off her body to Mr. Harrison in exchange for 
me re-taking the test this morning? I tried to deal 
with these thoughts in my head. I was feeling awful 
that Jana was having to do this for me.  

 	Soon I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. 
Ms. Carter and Mr. Harrison entered the room. Both 
were dressed. Mr. Harrison immediately saw Jana lying 
naked, spread eagle and strapped down and walked over 
to her. He placed a hand on the ribcage and moved up 
toward her breasts.  

 	"I never get tired of looking at this girl 
naked," he said with a wicked grin.  

 	Had Jana done this before with him?  

 	"Just remember," Ms. Carter said, "do not leave 
any marks of any kind on her."  

 	Mr. Harrison nodded but didn't appear to be 
listening to her as he continued to stare at Jana's 
form. He moved his hand up and kneaded her left 
breast. Jana never winced or grimaced as he moved up 
and tweaked her nipple. 
 
 	Seeing him lost in the girl before him, Ms. 
Carter said, "I'll leave you for now. I'll be back in 
30 minutes." She left the room.  

 	Turning his head to make sure they were alone, 
Mr. Harrison began to remove his clothes.  

 	He was actually a fairly attractive older man. I 
guessed his age to be late forties. Taking off his 
shirt, I was amazed there was no flab. This man must 
work out a lot, I thought.  

 	When he dropped his pants, my jaw dropped at 
seeing his enormous penis. His dick was already erect 
and must have been at least 10 inches long. I hoped 
that he didn't hurt her with that thing.  

 	He got onto the table between Jana's legs and 
bent is head toward her open pussy. From my angle I 
could see exactly what he was doing. Jana wasn't re-
acting to his efforts so that couldn't be used as an 
indicator either. Jana must be blocking him out, I 
thought.  

 	It wasn't long before he finished lapping at her 
and rose up to straddle her. He entered her standard 
missionary style. Jana's face never so much as 
twitched as he began to pound her with his gigantic 
cock. His stamina was impressive; he continued to pump 
into her for at last 10 minutes, never breaking his 
tempo.  

 	Finally, he began to groan as he reached his own 
limit and climaxed into her. Without ever speaking to 
her he got off the table, stood up and got dressed. 
Once clothed, he opened the door and went upstairs, 
leaving Jana alone again. I wondered if I should go 
let her loose?  

 	As I was standing up to go release her, I saw 
Ms. Carter come back down still wearing clothes. 
Knowing I was behind the mirror she waved for me to 
come back into the main room. I aided her in removing 
the buckles form Jana.  

 	"Were you trying to block out what was 
happening?" I asked Jana. "Is that you were so still?" 
 
 	"No." She said, flexing her wrists now that they 
were free. "He likes his girls to lay still and 
motionless. If you move it makes him unhappy. Don't 
ask me how I know this." 
 
 	"Jana, I am so sorry you had to be used like this 
to get another chance at..." I said, still in shock of 
what I had seen.  

 	Jana cut me off. "No apologies, Blair. You had no 
choice in this. I did this for you. You passed your 
make-up test. That was your payment to me for this."  

 	"I just feel, I owe you something." I said. 
 
 	"You owe me nothing." Jana said. "Just keep your 
grades..."  

 	Ms. Carter interrupted. "Blair, I can see that 
this isn't sinking in. You don't owe her anything."  

 	"I want to pay her back." I pleaded. "What she 
went through..."  

 	"Blair," she interrupted again. "If you 
absolutely insist on doing something for her then get 
up on the table and suck Mr. Harrison's cum out of her 
pussy."  

 	Disgusting, I thought. I had given my last 
boyfriend a blowjob once and when he came in my mouth 
I had thought it to be the worst taste in the world. I 
looked at Ms. Carter, hoping she was joking. 
 
 	"Get to it," Mrs. Carter said sternly. "You're 
not going to be happy until you pay her back so lick 
up his sperm."  

 	Jana just looked at me expectantly, raised up on 
her elbows. Resigned to pay off my debt, I climbed 
onto the table. Some of his cum had already leaked out 
and dribbled down her buttocks. I closed my eyes and 
applied my tongue to the gooey substance dripping out 
of her.  

 	I don't know if it was because Jana's pussy 
tasted so sweet or what but I quickly found the taste 
of the semen enjoyable. I savored the combined flavor 
of Jana's pussy and his cum. After licking up all that 
trickled out I turn my focus to her hole.  

 	I dove my tongue deep into her pussy. I pressed 
my mouth tightly around her vagina and sucked. Mr. 
Harrison must have ejaculated a quart into her. As I 
sucked, his cum started flowing into my mouth and 
wouldn't stop. I felt Jana trying help push the goo 
out, adding to the flow. I swallowed as fast as I 
could, attempting to capture it all. Finally the flow 
of semen stopped and I relaxed as I leisurely lapped 
at the inside of her pussy.  

 	Jana rose up and pulled my head from her lap. She 
brought me up and we kissed. She entered mouth with 
her tongue also getting a taste of residual cum. After 
separating, she asked,  "Satisfied? Debt paid?"
  
 	I shrugged.  

 	"Good." Jana said. "I don't want to hear anymore 
about it. This subject is closed." 
 
 	As we got up we noticed Ms. Carter had left us. 
I helped Jana fold up the table and stash it away in 
the adjacent storage room.  

 	While crossing the main room to go back upstairs, 
Jana said, " When we have some time, I'll show a few 
cool things in here. I know so far all you have seen 
is the harsh stuff in this room, but there are some 
wicked fun toys down here." 
 
 	I nodded. If Jana thought it was fun then I was 
up for trying it. We turned off the light and went 
back up.