TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 12 - morning after, no undies
Angie had been right about one thing -- the night's sleep did make a big
difference. Susie woke with a sense of euphoria that she had not felt
since she was a child.
Later on, as she looked back, Susie assumed that the sense of well-being
was due either to the complete relaxation that had been produced by the
sleeping pill, or the after-effects of the wild orgasm she had given herself at
the end of her ordeal.
But that was later. At the moment, she had forgotten the ugly evening
entirely. She stretched luxuriously, revelling in the present. And then
she realized what had wakened her.
The telephone was still ringing, determined not to be ignored. She lifted
the instrument lazily, murmured into the microphone.
Suddenly, the terror and shame of the night before came flooding back.
"Hi, Teach," Angie's voice taunted her. "Have you been getting any?" As
Susie groped for words, Angie spoke again, her voice hardening. "Just to
make sure you don't call in sick, or something," she grated. "We do so
look forward to your bright smile each day. And I'm sure that you don't want
to miss the Principal's daily proposition," she added with a sneer.
"So answer me, cunt!" she barked. "You'll be there today, won't you?"
Susie swallowed hard. She knew that she was at the mercy of this little
monster."I'll be there," she moaned.
Angie gave a low, sensuous chuckle. "I figured that you wouldn't be able
to stay away from the fellows, after your sentimental interlude with them,"
she taunted. "They are fellows of good taste, you'll have to agree." She
rolled the word "taste" suggestively on her tongue. "So we'll see you as usual.
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"Oh, and one more thing," she added as if in afterthought. "Just as a
gesture of friendship, we don't want you to wear a bra to school from now
on. Or panties, either. Well, so long now. Don't be late." She hung up
before Susie could protest.
Her euphoria destroyed by the phone call, Susie rolled out of bed,
dragged herself to the bathroom. Mechanically, she went through the routine of
shower and her other morning ablutions, then went into the kitchen, where
she poured a bowl of cereal.
But the thought of swallowing brought back the revolting memories of last
night, and she just couldn't choke anything down. Giving it up as a bad
job, she went back to the bedroom (where the memories weren't any more
pleasant) and started dressing.
She put on blouse and skirt, carefully choosing a thick dark material
that would not reveal the absence of underwear, even under the most searching
light. But she couldn't go through with it. She felt naked without her
bra and panties. Naked and sinful, and reminded again of the defilement of
last night. Which was just what that gang of young demons wanted, she realized.
"Fuck them!" she muttered, aghast at her own use of the dirty word. Peeling
off her blouse, she shrugged into a bra, defiantly buttoned the blouse
again; then wiggled her hips into a pair of briefs.
Then off to school, where she knew that the class would be waiting for
her like a pack of wolves.
