Dominated 3 Unauthorized Sequel to Hardie痴 Dominated series 
by Alexandra Romanova alexandra_romanova@canada.com
With Fiona痴 help, a male teacher is broken, busted, stripped, spanked and enslaved by 5 schoolgirls


Author's note: I discussed the plot outline of Dominated 3 with Hardie several
years ago. I also am basing this on discussion with the real life Deb and
Fiona who inspire Hardie's Dominated series. I haven't been able to contact
any of them lately.

If you enjoy this story, please email me your comments and check out my
earlier story How to Rape a Man, www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc19/htram.txt

Story so far: Bill gets a job teaching at a girl's school. He and his cousin
David are dominated by his landladies Deb and Fiona, who run a self-defence
school. For more details see: www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/hardie/dominated.htm
www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/hardie/debbie01.txt

After our ordeal with Fiona and Deb, David packed up his things and left,
without saying a word to me or making eye contact. I've thought about calling
him or sending an email, but I don't know what I'd say. I sometimes envy him
that he could so easily take himself out of this situation. He was a visitor;
this is my life. I could quit my job and move, but what would be the prospect
for a rookie teacher that quit his first assignment before finishing his first
semester? I would endure this situation until the summer break, then quit my
job, leave my flat in pristine condition with the next months rent paid and
move to another city in the middle of the night with what's left of my
manhood. I mean that physically as well as psychologically. My cock and balls
are taking a savage beating from Fiona, Deb and the girls at the self-defence
class. Fiona and Deb have both boasted about popping a man's ball with a
stiletto heel and I believe them. They regard men as little better than
animals.

I also wonder how free David actually is. How could what Deb did to him help
but change his behaviour toward women? In the relationship game, men are
amateurs and women are professionals. Men don't have a clue about women's
behaviour, and women always know what men are thinking. Having been dominated
so thoroughly, wherever David goes, women like Deb and Fiona will pick up on
the cues that he is domitable and exploit him.

I had some solace in that I could compartmentalise my life. I had my home life
and my part time job in my apartment and the gym beneath it in which I was the
slave of Deb and Fiona. Then when I left that building to go to work, my life
resembled my expectations before meeting Fiona. As a teacher in an all girls
school, I was an authority figure to a number of young women. I admit, this
felt somewhat unnatural now, but I was determined to separate my personal and
professional life; I felt my sanity depended on it.

One day, one of my students, Victoria Weston, asked to see me after class to
discuss her math midterm. Victory had been set back a year, so she was older
than her classmates. The set back proved an effective wake up call. She
aspired to be a top student and studied hard, but she lacked aptitude and was
often frustrated at her achievement. I gave her 73% on the exam, which I
thought was pretty good for her. Victoria challenged my marking of two of the
questions. She made her case, but I wasn't convinced. I explained to her my
criteria awarding marks and that her answers were clearly deficient.

She listened to my explanations and she said "Bill, you don't remember me do
you?"

A student has no business addressing a teacher by first name. I should have
scolded her for this indiscretion, but I didn't. Instead said, "What are you
talking about, Victoria, I've been teaching you since the beginning of term.
Did we meet before then?"

"No," she said, "It was after term started, but it was somewhere else," and
she gave me a leering grin. I smiled back nervously, and then my face fell
when I made the connection. She was one of girls in Fiona's self defence
class. Fiona ordered me to obey them all unconditionally. It is strange how
one can meet the same person in different settings and not make the
connection. Victoria looked physically different in the self-defence class;
she wore a sports bra and cycling shorts as opposed to a white blouse and
plaid miniskirt, and her red hair was tied in a ponytail instead of flowing
freely over her shoulders. The biggest difference that prevented me from
making the connection was her different role: one of dominance rather than
subordination. I felt the foundation, which kept my life manageable in light
of recent events, crumbling around me. Her expression changed to a knowing
smile. I became flustered. I couldn't talk. I just wanted the interview to
end. I gave her the marks she wanted. "Why, thank you Mister Hardie," she
said. She picked up her exam and walked out, flashing me a smile over her
shoulder as she left.

The next day in class, while I was giving my lectures, Victoria rather
ostentatiously tore half a piece of paper from her pad, wrote a note and
passed it to one of her classmates. Note passing was against the rules, but it
was tolerated provided it was done subtly. Victoria was testing her limits,
but I did nothing. Then Victoria took out her cell phone and placed it on her
desk and composed a text message. The whole class took notice and looked from
Victoria to me and back again. The students passed notes because they didn't
dare risking having their phones confiscated. I pretended I hadn't noticed and
went on with my lecture. Mary Beth Finstad, one of Victoria's rivals,
emboldened by her example discretely wrote and passed a note. This
proliferation of defiance was a threat to my position as a teacher, but I
decided to turn it into an opportunity.

"Mary Beth," I said, "step up to the front of the class and bring that with
you. Yes, I saw you pass the note." Mary Beth complied and Victoria glowered
at me. Then I said, looking at Mary Beth, although I was really addressing (or
pleading with) Victoria. "Mary Beth, you want to enter pre-med at the
University of Sidney in a year and a half, right?" She nodded. "Good. You will
need good marks on your departmentals and I am here to help. But I can't help
you if I can't be an effective teacher and for that, I need order in the
classroom. Do you understand?"

Mary Beth looked down and said, "Yes, sir."

"Now you know that passing notes is against the rules," I said.

Mary Beth looked up. "But Victoria...," she said.

"This isn't about Victoria, it's about you," I interrupted with authority. She
looked down again. "You do realise that I have to enforce rules or I'm not
much good to you."

"Yes, Mr. Hardie," she said without looking up.

"Now, what would be an appropriate punishment," I said.

"I suppose, half an hour detention," she said meekly.

"Good," I said. "Meet me here at 3:30."

Then Victoria came storming up to me with indignant rage in her eyes. "You
have no business talking to a woman that way, you pathetic male," she said.
"Don't forget, I know just how pathetic."

This was well beyond tolerable. I had attempted reason with Victoria and she
had ignored it. All I could do is reassert my authority. I simply had no
choice. I couldn't continue to be a teacher otherwise. I mustered up what
little masculine pride I had left looked at Victoria and said firmly, "Sit
down Victoria!" That stopped her in her tracks. "One hour detention. Be here
at 3:30." Victoria paused, but then returned to her seat, glowering at me over
her shoulder the whole way.

I was so distracted for the rest of the day that I could hardly teach. I just
gave my remaining classes reading assignments and sat at my desk pondering my
position. 詮iona was an adult', I told myself. 全he will understand adult
responsibilities.' When 3:30 finally came, I entered the classroom with
trepidation. Victoria and Mary Beth were there in their usual seats. Victoria
was sitting back relaxed with a smug smile on her face. She got up from her
desk and swaggered confidently over to me holding one hand behind her back.
Then she held up an open cell phone to me.

"Fiona wants to talk to you, Bill!" she said.

My hand was trembling as I took the phone. "Hello," I said nervously.

"Bill," Fiona said firmly, "What did I tell you about the girls from the
self-defence class?"

My heart sank. My knees started to shake. My worst fears were that she would
take this attitude. I had just one chance to persuade her. "Fiona please!" I
said. "I'm yours unconditionally when I'm with you, but we have to keep all
that separate from my professional life. I can't do my job otherwise. These
girls' academic future depends..."

"Bill!" she said angrily. "In the past ten seconds you've committed three act
of defiance." She paused. "List them for me."

After I considered for a moment I said, "I addressed you inappropriately."
Fiona cleared her throat. I looked at Victoria and Mary Beth who were looking
at me intensely. I felt as foolish as King Lear, thinking I could stop the
tide of my other life from coming flooding into this one. "Mistress Fiona." I
added.

"Two," she said.

"I failed to answer your question, Mistress Fiona," I said.

"Three," she said.

I didn't know what she was getting at. I thought about it for a frustrating
moment and then said pathetically, "Please Mistress, I don't know."

"Did I invite you to give me your male logic?" she said.

"No Mistress."

"As I have proven, you are a worthless male," she said. After a pause she
cleared her throat again.

"Yes you have Mistress," I said hastily. "Thank you Mistress."

"That doesn't change when you walk through a door," she said, "and my orders
don't lose their validity either."

"No Mistress."

"Now let's start again," she said. "What did I tell you about the girls from
the self-defence class?"

I turned my back to the girls and said quietly into the phone, "To obey,
Mistress."

She said, "say it loudly so Victoria and the other girl can hear you, and make
it a full sentence so they understand."

I looked at the two girls. I thought of what was in store for me when Fiona
got her hands on me. I saw no alternative but complete surrender. "You told
me, Mistress Fiona, that I was to obey the orders of the girls from the
self-defence class," I said. Victoria smiled knowingly. Mary Beth giggled with
delight.

"Good," said Fiona. "I want you in the gym, naked and on your knees at 6:00
sharp. We will deal with your transgressions then. The only thing that will
save your worthless testicles is if Victoria reports that you're completely
co-operative. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I said, shell-shocked. I lowered the cell phone in my
trembling hand. Victoria leaped forward taking the cell phone from me and
setting it on the desk. Then she went behind me and pulled my right hand
behind my back before I knew what was happening. She slid her right hand under
my forearm, which was now horizontal behind my back, and then over my right
triceps, locking my forearm in the crook of her right elbow. Her firm right
breast filled the open palm of my right hand. She grabbed my windpipe with her
left and was ready to squeeze. This was a hold taught in the self-defence
class. I wouldn't be able to get out even if I had the will to resist. Mary
Beth simply stood there with her jaw dropped at the shock of what was
happening.

"Now, Mary Beth, we're going to show him, and you who's boss," Victoria said.
"I want you to kick him in the balls!"

"What!" Mary Beth gasped. "Are you nuts? He's a teacher!"

"Ask her to kick you in the balls, Bill," said Victoria, "and promise there
will be no consequences."

"Please kick me in the balls," I said immediately. "I assure you there will be
no consequences." Victoria put some pressure on my arm and pain shot through
my shoulder. "Mistress Mary Beth," I hastily added and the pressure was
released. Mary Beth tentatively swung her foot into my crotch with little
effect.

"I want to see you kick as hard as you can," said Victoria angrily. "Look!
This asshole is enjoying this!" She released my windpipe and grabbed my cock
to draw Mary Beth's attention to it. Being psychologically and physically
dominated by women, at some level, felt right! I respond to it every time. I
was fully erect.

Mary Beth's eyes became wide as she looked at my cock. Then she became angry,
yelled "You pervert," took a big step forward and swung her foot with all her
strength in a wide arc ending at my crotch. Most of the impact went to my
thigh and pubic bone and doing little damage to my balls. Mary Beth
over-balanced and stumbled forward.

"That will never do," said Victoria. "You will have to join Fiona's class.
Come back here and look at how I'm holding him. Victoria released my windpipe
and took a firm grip on my balls. "Now I'm going to release your arm," she
said. "If you give us any resistance, I will rip your balls off. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Mistress Victoria," I said. Mary Beth, under Victoria's instruction, held
me in the same manner, with my arm locked behind my back and her pert smaller
breast in my open palm. It was no less effective. Victoria composed a text
message on her cell phone and took a position in front.

"With the front kick," said Victoria to Mary Beth as she kicked off her shoes,
"you lift your knee up first and then snap your foot forward. You get a lot
more power that way." Victoria lifted her knee in slow motion and then
extended her foot making contact with my cock. She fondled my cock with her
toes briefly and then repositioned her foot so that her instep was against my
balls. She moved her leg back and forth lightly to verify that she could hit
the same position each time. Then she brought foot about three feet behind the
other in a low combat stance. She looked graceful and innocent with white
blouse covering her full breasts and red hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her slender waist accentuated her breasts and her round hips. She brought her
knee up until the thigh was horizontal. Then her knee stopped, but her plaid
skirt continued its upward motion giving me a brief glimpse of her slender
thigh and a flash of white panty. Then her shapely calf swung forward until
the instep of her tiny feet made contact with my balls. Squeezed between my
pelvic bone and her instep, my balls initially moved outward until they were
restrained by a combination of my thighs and briefs. Her foot then flattened
my balls down to a fraction of an inch. The full momentum of her foot was
transferred to my pelvis through my balls. I felt a sharp pain in my balls
seemed to be subsiding as her delicate leg retreated back to its original
position, but then an excruciating pain seemed to swell throughout my abdomen.
My legs lost all their strength. I only wanted to fall into the foetal
position. As I started to bend forward and drop, Mary Beth thought I was
trying to break her hold. She panicked, squeezed my windpipe and lifted up on
my elbow with hers. The force couple between her breast and elbow twisted my
arm and dislocated my shoulder sending a searing pain through it. When she
felt my shoulder separate, Mary Beth released me and jumped back pulling her
hand to her shoulders with the palms forward as if she just dropped something
hot. I collapsed onto the floor with agony coming from seemingly everywhere
and wheezing for air.

Victoria waited until I was breathing without rasping, then she put her hands
on my shoulder and pushed it back into its socket. After the initial jolt, the
pain subsided considerably. Then she wrapped her slender arms under mine,
joined them in front of my chest pressing both breasts into my back and pulled
me up to a seating position. She said to Mary Beth, "Help me pull him to his
feet and be careful of the right arm. When they got me up, Victoria applied
the same hold on my left arm with her left breast in my open palm. "Your
turn," she said.

Under Victoria's instruction, Mary Beth got into the combat stance and slowly
lifted her foot to my crotch. Victoria may have realised that Mary Beth came
from a conservative family and that this was her first contact with male
genitals, because she allowed her to linger with her foot before delivering
the blow. At first Mary Beth had difficulty finding my flaccid penis, but then
she fondled it in an exploring manner until it was again erect. Finally she
lined up her instep and delivered her kick. Mary Beth couldn't match the power
of Victoria's kick, but my balls were sensitive from the first blow and the
pain was almost as bad. Victoria let me collapse without injuring my shoulder.

While I was recovering, the door opened and three of Victoria's classmates
walked it in response to Victoria's SMS summons. One of them, Connie, I now
recognised as being Mistress Constance from the self-defence class. Victoria
had them pick me up and bend me over my desk face down. Connie stood beside
the desk and held my good arm with a modified version of the arm hold.
Victoria came up from behind and wrapped her arms around my waist, undid my
belt, took it off with one long pull and turned to the new girls, Nancy and
Veronica, holding the belt up by the buckle triumphantly. "I bet you've always
wanted to give a teacher a good spanking", she said with a grin. She turned
and swung the belt overhand like she was serving in tennis, snapping her elbow
straight at the end of her swing. She aimed it so only the very tip of the
belt hit my ass. As it ripped into my flesh, I felt a welt forming. Nancy and
Veronica were initially reluctant, but after reassurances from me and the
examples set by Victoria, Mary Beth and Connie in turn, they were soon
swinging the belt with equal enthusiasm.

It was Nancy that said, "I want to see his welts."

"Go for it," said Victoria, who was taking her turn at my arm-lock. "Pull his
pants off!" Nancy and Veronica looked at each other giggling, but eventually
Nancy timidly undid my pants and Veronica pulled them off. I could offer no
resistance with my right arm and Victoria sent pain through my left at the
first sign of struggle. I could do nothing. After expressing her impatience
with the other two girls, Connie tore off my briefs. They each took turns
flaying my bare ass with my belt and then fondling it, along with my cock and
balls. The contrast between pleasure and pain that they were inflicting was
exquisite. I was soon rock hard again.

Eventually, Victoria pulled me off the desk, onto the floor on my back, and
sat down on my waist. She undid my shirt and tie, leaving me entirely naked in
front of the five girls. There was no longer any need for the arm-lock; I had
neither the strength nor the will to resist. She said, "Here is the next
game." She ordered me to spread my legs and stood between them. Then she lined
her toes up with my balls and rocked her calf back and fourth for aim as she
had with the first kick. When she kicked with power, her foot went right
through where my balls had been sending the banging back and forth between my
pelvis and thighs. I instinctively closed my legs to try to protect myself,
but Victoria's command put an end to that. Next she crushed my cock and balls
beneath her foot, then delivered another kick. After repeating the cycle a few
times, she said, "Your are now going to very tenderly kiss that which as
caused you so much pain." She stepped onto my stomach and chest and then held
the toes that just smashed through my balls up to my lips. I gently kissed
them one at a time, then licked the sweat off each. As she shifted her leg to
give me access to each toe, she was giving me intermittent views of her whole
pelvis under her skirt. She had a beautifully feminine body. Round hips,
slender waist, full breasts and an angelic face framed by fiery red hair. She
had so completely broken and humiliated me. I felt my status to be miles
beneath hers. I couldn't image refusing her anything, Fiona or no Fiona. She
slid her tiny feet into my mouth and thrust it in and out. Looking into her
eyes, I barely noticed Connie's foot gently fondling my balls. I noticed her
kick though and it took all the will I had left not to bight Victoria's toes.
They rotated through my balls and mouth until they each had several turns.

Finally, Victoria ordered the other girls to pick me up and put me back on the
desk face up. She stood beside me and showed me a slide show of photos she had
taken on her cell phone. When she had been rotated out, she had been busy
taking pictures of me and the other four girls. There were pictures of them
spanking my bare ass, fondling my cock and balls standing on my naked chest
and forcing their feet in my mouth. "I've just emailed them to my home
computer. Mr. Hardie, you are going to be the nicest teacher ever to us until
we graduate, and then I will give you these pictures and delete all copies.
You have my word as a woman on that."

She had me completely by the balls, figuratively as well as literally. A
doctor's report might establish a reasonable doubt in the minds of a jury that
I was a willing participant in this afternoon's activities, but the pictures
would be enough to ensure that I never again worked as a teacher. With a voice
that spoke volumes about my acceptance of defeat I said, "And if I'm not nice
enough, the school board will get the pictures."

"No," said Victoria, "I won't let you off that easily. If you're not nice
enough, Fiona will get the pictures."

This was the most terrifying statement I've ever heard. With a hook like that,
Fiona could demand all of my time and all of my income and I would never be
free. I would be unconditionally Fiona's slave and inevitably Fiona's eunuch.
The though of this... several of the girls started to giggle. I looked at them
and realised that they were giggling at the irony of the full hard-on that had
just manifested itself. The thought of this really turned me on somehow.

Victoria walked to the end of the table and stood between my legs. "Your ass
is mine Bill, any time and in any way I want," she said. "I'll give you an
idea of how it is going to get treated." She pullout out a vibrator that fit
like a thimble over the middle finger of her right hand. She grabbed my cock
with her left hand and then took me into her mouth. Several of the other girls
said "Eww" and then started giggling. Ignoring them she ran her lips down the
ventral side of my shaft to my balls. She sucked both balls into her mouth. I
was terrified. Her teeth felt razor sharp against my scrotum. I started to
hyperventilate. She worked my cock expertly with her left hand while she
gently chewed on my balls. Then she pushed the vibrator on her right middle
finger up my ass, found my prostate and started massaging it. It wasn't long
before I came. When she noticed the convulsions, she bit down on my tender
balls. The sensations were the most intense that I have experienced in my
life. Out of an ocean of terror rose a wave of orgasm, only to be drowned out
by a tidal flood of agony.

I passed out.