TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 19 - life is routine
Susie never knew how she survived that weekend. Jim came home on Sunday,
and they went through the motions of making love, but Susie knew that she
was even less satisfying than usual. Her guilt (and the soreness in her
breasts) kept her from making even the most perfunctory responses that
she customarily made out of a sense of duty.
She knew that Jim sensed something wrong, but with his customary
generosity he overlooked it -- asking only if she was coming down with
the flu, or something. Susie made a noncommittal answer, and Jim was satisfied.
With the answer, that is. She didn't see how he could possibly be
satisfied with the sex.
And she dreaded going back to school. Angie's comment about the last
rapist being someone she knew had thoroughly unnerved her. She knew that
every man she saw from now on -- the male students, her butcher, the
police guard at the crossing -- every one of them would raise in her mind the
suspicion that he was the one.
If she had been alone in this, she was sure that she would have committed
suicide. Or at least run away. But then Jim would suffer the same
disgrace that she was feeling. She had to go on, to keep playing the ugly game.
Angie came over before school on Monday morning, to make sure that she
wore those damned Spiders. Taping them on securely, Angie signed her name
with a felt-tip pen, in such a manner that her signature was half on the
tape and half on Susie's young breast. "Just to make sure that you don't
take them off during the day, Susie dear. If you do, then I'll see that
my signature is broken, and we can take the appropriate measures to punish you.
"I don't know exactly what sort of punishment we'd use," she went on,
"but my first thought is to make you wear the Crushers to school the next day."
And then she taped a Spider over Susie's clit "for good measure". Making
sure that Susie didn't put a bra or panties on, Angie rode to school with her.
For the rest of the week, Angie wore those damned Spiders. To school, to
the bridge club, even to church choir rehearsal. And it seemed that
someone was always brushing up against her tits, to send fresh pain through
her sensitive areolas.
She was almost sure that the Principal knew what was going on (but how
could he?), as his propositions were getting even more insistent, and his
leer more insolent. He even cupped Susie's breast in his hand one time,
while he tried to kiss her. (Did he even know about the Spiders, she
wondered? Well, anyway, he knew by now that she wasn't wearing a bra.)
And, except for her mounting suspicions, which she tried to dismiss as
paranoia, the weeks became a routine. A dreadful routine, yes, but a
routine none the less. At least once during the week, Angie and the boys
came over for a gang bang, and Angie often slept over with Susie. Even on
the nights she didn't sleep over, Angie showed up in the morning, to make
sure that Susie wore the three spiders, and that she didn't wear any bra
or panties to school.
The boys were still callous when they raped Susie, but they didn't use
the Crushers again (thank God!!). Except on Saturday mornings, when Susie's
mystery visitor insisted that she wear both the Crushers and the Spiders.
His routine never varied. First a little torture of her tits, then a
warm-up in her cunt, followed by a butt fuck. And always the blindfold,
and the reminder by Angie that he was someone that Susie knew, and had
seen during the week.
