TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 4 - anticipation of capture
As she went through the humiliating ritual of getting ready for her next
customer, Susie thought back to the way she had been trapped into this life of shame. "What's a
nice girl like you . . .?" as the saying goes.
She had been a virgin when she married Jim. Susie didn't think that this
was such a big deal -- she had been brought up to think it was the normal order of things.
Freshly graduated from Teachers' College, and full of ideals about saving the next generation
through education, Susie had fallen hard for Jim's whirlwind courtship, and had been delighted to come
to live with him in his home town.
Live with him after they were married, that is. She just about drove Jim
crazy during those courting days, holding out until the wedding night.
Marriage did mean compromising a bit on her hopes for saving the world,
though. Jim had pointed out to her that a wife who worked full time would be less able to
help him advance his own career, and Susie had grown up with the belief that a wife's duty to
her husband came before her own ambitions.
Joining the Bridge Club was one of Jim's suggestions. The other members
were all somewhat older than Susie, and were wives of the community's influential citizens,
who were in a position to throw business Jim's way. And the level of their bridge playing was
scarcely anything that Susie couldn't cope with. So she dutifully attended their sessions,
listening to (but not participating in) their gossip, taking a turn at hosting the meetings,
and hoping that her participation (which she dutifully tried not to think of as a sacrifice)
was actually doing Jim some good.
She was too innocent to realize that the other members regarded her with
a mixture of envy and spite, taking a special pleasure in the rare occasions when she had a bad
run of cards, and feeling all the more spiteful when she refused to let the bad luck dampen
her optimism.
She would have been very troubled and perplexed if she had known that the
other members' conversations often dealt with ways in which "that high-nosed bitch could
be taken down a peg".
Unable to follow through with her high ideals about saving the world,
Susie did the next best thing -- she got a job teaching part time in the local high school. But
she soon found that high school pupils were not exactly the soft clay that she had expected. The
"kids", who were actually but a few years younger than she, were for the most part cynical
and worldly-wise, and her exhortations to moral conduct met more often
with snickers than with acceptance.
The worst of the bunch was a girl whose parents had named her Angela --
perhaps with a fine sense of irony. The only thing angelic about Angela was her body. She was
really built -- too well-built according to Susie's standards, and certainly far too
uninhibited in the way she flaunted her assets. Susie was embarrassed just to look at Angie's brazen
display of tits and ass, and Angie was quick to realize this fact -- and to tease Susie all the more, to the
delight of her classmates who were in the know. (Her male classmates were delighted by the display
itself, of course, and to Hell what Teacher thought.) And the situation became even more
embarrassing when Susie discovered that Angela's mother was Sheila, a member of her own bridge club.
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It happened that Angie once heard her mother talking with the other club
members about "taking Susie down a peg", and heartily endorsed the idea. But Angie was a girl
of action. She knew that a lot of the kids at school felt the same way about the snooty young
teacher -- and even those who didn't feel strongly about it would go along with her plan, just for
the sheer hell of it. Shit, with what she had in mind, she could think of half a dozen guys right off
the bat who would jump at the chance to take part.
Everybody loves a gangbang.
And Angie didn't plan on being the bangee. Not this time, thank you. She
didn't have any compunctions about pulling a train now and then, but this was going to be
more than an ordinary orgy. This was going to be the cat's ass.
Well, not the cat's, exactly. More like Susie's.
