TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 13 - back to school, extra date tonight
Angie intercepted Susie in the hall, at the classroom door. "Hi, Teach!"
she said brightly. "You're looking chipper this morning. I guess that
you must have done something fun last night.
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"By the way," she went on, "we've told some of the kids about it. And
showed them the pictures, of course -- they didn't believe us at first.
We won't tell you which kids we told -- we sort of think it would
entertain you to guess about it. But you can just imagine how they all
want to get in on next week's fun." Throwing Susie one last malevolent
smile, the little blonde glided into the room.
They looked just like a wolf pack, Susie told herself. And there was
no way of knowing which ones were in on her guilty secret. If any at
all. It would be just like Angie to lie about something like that,
just to make her squirm. But by the way they were staring at her bosom
and crotch, she was sure that at least some of them knew . . .
Take Jack, for instance. She knew what his hands were doing, inside
his pockets. (editor's note: we used to call this "pocket pool") And
Sylvia. She could see a gleam of envy in Sylvia's eyes. The poor girl
would have done anything to be the center of attention of a bunch of
boys like that, not realizing that it was all just so much pain and
humiliation. And Bill. And Henry. And . . .
Susie found it impossible to keep her mind on her teaching, found her
attention wandering in mid-sentence, found herself blushing furiously
every time she heard one of her rapists asking questions about the
Shakespeare text. Loaded questions, like "Did Shakespeare really mean
it as a pun when he said 'the Trojan's trumpet' just after Cressida
finished speaking?" Or the salacious emphasis they put on innocent
words, like "Trojan", or "come", or "prick".
Damn! she thought. Why did they have to be studying "Troilus and
Cressida" now, anyway, with its broad references to sexual promiscuity,
and its pun on the word "pander"?
She managed somehow to get through the period, although she would have
been hard put to tell anyone what she had said. And then the visit to the Principal's office.
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It was probably her imagination, she told herself, but it almost seemed
as if he too were in on the sadistic joke. His proposition was more
blatant than ever. He even went so far as to rest his hand on her ass,
pinning her up against the wall so that she couldn't squirm away.
"Look", he grated, "we both know that you're going to put out for me
sooner or later. So why prolong the agony? I'll bet that you want it
as much as I do -- or you would, if you didn't have your students to service you."
(Did he know, or was he just trying to bait her?)
"And believe me," he went on, "if I ever get any real proof that you've
been putting out for the kids, it's going to go hard with you. I'll
regard it as a personal insult that you kept giving me the brush-off
while you let them stick their young dicks into you."
She knew that she should slap his face and walk out of his office.
That's what she would have done yesterday. And he knew it, too, and
took her acceptance of her humiliation as proof of his charge. And
she knew that, too.
And then the last disaster of the day. Angie cornered her in the
classroom, asked her to step into the supply closet for a "heart-to-heart talk".
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"Thanks for joining me in this little tete-a-tete", Angie crooned. "Or
maybe I should say tit-a-tit." Her hands went caressingly to Susie's
breasts, while Susie moaned in discomfiture and helpless rage. Plus a
touch of unwanted arousal. And then she realized. Angie was checking
to see whether she was braless as ordered! She knew that the younger
girl could feel the bra, but Angie said nothing of it. She had something
else to say.
"I've got good news and bad news, teacher," she taunted. "The bad news
is that our regular date for tonight can't make it. Woman stuff, you know.
At least we know that the boys haven't knocked her up," she smirked. "Not
yet, anyway. She'll have to work extra hard next time, of course, for
mis-timing things like this. But that doesn't help us out tonight.
"So the good news is that this leaves us free to come over and rape you tonight.
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"Oh, I know that you haven't had time to get started with the Pill and
all. But in the course of rummaging through your medicine cabinet, I
found out that you use a diaphragm, so I don't think we'll have to worry
about getting you into a family way. I do want you to get started on the
Pill, though," she added. "It's so much less trouble that way, and you're
always ready to go at a moment's notice. And who knows when the boys
might get horny? Like during recess, or even between classes. After all,
they have a bed in the Teachers' room, don't they? Or there's always
the parking lot.
"And there's always the other advantage with the Pill," she pointed out,
"that we can fix it so you miss a period now and then, if we need you.
And I'm not talking about school periods, Miss Innocent. If we can do
away with your menstrual period when we need to, that'll just leave you
available for service more of the time."
Angie rode "home" in Susie's car that night. "The guys will follow in
their car, with the equipment," Angie pointed out.
