Fragment 02: The Cave

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Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!

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*** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***
This is the third of what I'm calling my "Fragment" series--these are incomplete, unfinished stories or scenes that frankly, I probably will never go back and finish. Some of them were written long ago, but they often have some degree of merit, but they can't be judged like a real story.

Anyway, I hope you them. I will be posting them occasionally when my supply of "real" stories runs low. Let me know if it's worth the bother!

This one is loosely based on a scene from a movie. Ten points if you can identify the film!

Frank
(The Flogmaster)
***

The Cave

(*, M/F, Intense, nudity, n/c whipping)

A group of children and their sexy teacher are trapped in a cave and have to use any method they can to escape. (Approximately 1,287 words. Originally published 1996-02.)

"We've got to get out of here." Noelle spoke determinedly, and the boys looked at her expectantly. "Come on," she said, motioning them forward.

She followed the narrow path in front of her, the torch lighting the way. It certainly was dark in this cave, she thought miserably. She hated the darkness.

Worse yet, as the teacher, she was expected to set an example to the boys. They, of course, were trying to be brave and act like heros, each trying to outdo the other, and pretending not to be scared.

She rounded a corner and stopped. It was a dead end. No, wait. There was a small hole near the ground. She bent down and poke the torch through the hole.

The tunnel wided almost immediately, and she could see a glimmer of light far ahead. "There's a light ahead. Let's squeeze through."

She threw one of the torches through the hole and began to climb in after in. It was tight, but she was slender and fit -- in a moment she was on the other side.

One by one the boys crawled through. Noelle listened. She could hear water up ahead. They began to hurry towards the sound.

As they rounded the next bend, the light was stronger, and suddenly they were in a clearing. It was a room with a large ceiling, and the floor was water.

The light was coming from the far end of the room, through the water. Apparently there was an exit just on the other side of the wall, only connected by water. They would have to swim under the wall. Depending upon how far it was, it should be possible. And Noelle didn't think it could be far; the light was too bright.

She turned to the boys. "All right. I'm going to swim out there and see how far it is to the exit. Michael, you're in charge."

Noelle turned and looked at the dark water. It was freezing, and she knew it. A good thirty meters to the wall, and probably twenty beyond that. It would be quite a swim.

Noelle swallowed as she began to unbutton her blouse. "This is an emergency," she told herself. "There is nothing else I can do. With waterlogged clothes I'd never make it."

The boys watched the blouse fall unto the rocks. Noelle slipped off her shoes, then pulled off her skirt. "We're going to want as little on as possible when we get into that water," she told the boys, trying to keep her voice steady. "Set an example," she thought desperately.

She looked at the water again and mentally taking a deep breath, took off her bra and then pulled down her underwear and stepped out of it. She threw the panties unto the pile of the rest of her clothes, and stepped back.

Noelle turned toward the boys, her face as calm as if she was back in the classroom, illustrating a math problem on the blackboard. Michael and Andy were staring at her, astonished. Thomas and Dennis were unsuccessfully trying to look interested in the cave walls.

"O.K. everybody, here I go. No, look at me, all of you." Noelle paused, making sure each of them turned to look at her. "I want you all to listen to Michael while I'm gone -- he's in charge. If I'm not back in a half hour -- then you are to search for another way out. _Do_not_ try to swim if I don't come back. Do you all understand?"

One by one the boys all nodded, looking embarrassed to be looking at her. Noelle smiled to herself. It did feel good to be so admired. To these fifteen-year-olds she was the equivilant of Goddess.

She turned and slipped into the water -- it was freezing. She began swiming toward the wall. The water was all over her body, touching her breasts, her hips, her bottom. It felt sexy, and she resisted. She had a job to do.

When she reached the wall, she took a deep breath and dove, swiming as hard as she could towards the light. Above it was rock ceiling, rock, rock, rock, and then, just when she was beginning to think she would never make it, the surface of the water was clear.

Her head broke free of the water and she gasped for air. And there was a cave entrance, with trees and beauftiful sunlight. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly climbed out of the cold water and ran out into the sunshine.

It felt so good on her cold body, and she wished she could literally wrap herself in it. She closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of the sun.

There was a snap of a stick breaking, and she awoke with a a start. Slowly she turned around. Standing before her were the two kidnappers, one pointing his shotgun directly at her.

"Well, well, well. What do we have her?"

"You would be an escapee, would you?" snarled the man with the gun. "Or rather, an attempted escapee?"

"I think she should be punished, don't you?"

The man with the gun nodded, and motioned toward the trees. "Go get yourself and a good switch and let's teach the teacher a lesson."

The other man laughed. "Yeah, I always hated getting whippin's in schools -- now I get to do some whippin' of my own."

Noelle stared at them men, speechless.

"Hands on your head, girl," the man with the gun jeered. "Come on, do it. Now! Or we'll double your punishment!"

Noelle reluctantly took her hands away from her chest and placed them on her head. The man began to laugh and whistle. "We got a beaut here, all right. Take a look at those!"

Noelle could feel herself blushing, and that embarrassed her even more. She wanted to take anything these men gave her and spit back into their face. But she was shy, and they weren't making it easy.

The second man returned from the woods carrying several stout branches with the stems and leaves stripped off. He set them down by the man with the gun and took the first switch and walked over to Noelle.

"Turn around, honey. I want Tom--, I mean my friend here to get a look at you."

Noelle slowly turned and the men smiled appreciatingly at her gorgeous figure. Her sleek bottom was round and beautiful, full and tight, the smooth, still-wet curves glistening in the sun.

The man with the switch slowly slid his hand around her ass and she didn't move. He put his hand on her back and bent her over slightly, and then, with the switch in his right hand, struck her bare ass a stinging blow that sent shivers up and down Noelle's spine.

Shockwaves shot through Noelle's brain and she wanted to grab her ass and run, but she couldn't move. Another blow came down, stinging her butt to the bone. She shivered and jumped, and the man laughed and struck her again.

The End

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