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Heather slept little that night. She was too embarrassed to share with her
husband what had happened. She held it all inside, waiting for a new day. She
feared going back, but needed her job. She kept telling herself that she was a
professional and she would deal with the situation in a professional manner.
The few times she drifted off to sleep she was haunted by nightmares about being
tied up, naked and helpless. She woke quickly. She got an early start that
morning. She dressed herself very modestly in a long dress, hoping to avoid
attention. She arrived at school early that day so that she would not have to
face anyone else. She went straight to her classroom and waited.
Her first class came in at about 7:30. Several of the boys whistled and made
catcalls at her. Some of the students even made ruder comments. Heather was
afraid to address them at all, not wanting to lose control again. She began her
lesson, but it was obvious that no one was going to listen to her. The students
had no regard at all for her now. To make things worse ten minutes after the
lesson started Mr. Allen walked in. He sat down at the back of the room and
began making notes on her performance. It was obvious that she had lost control
of her classroom and she was sure he was noting that. He stayed for the rest of
the day, watching her fail again and again. Her voice was trembling and her
hands shook. She knew that she was doing worse now than ever, but she didn’t
know what else to do, so she kept trying. At the end of the day Mr. Allen came
up to her.
“That was the most horrible display of teaching I have ever seen Mrs. Wiseman.
You will start going to your classroom management classes next week. In the
meantime, I would really like to review your grades and plans so that I can
offer you suggestions on what to do. Please don’t forget to have your lesson
plan and grade book on my desk by the end of the day tomorrow.”
Heather’s heart sank. With everything else yesterday and today she had
forgotten. She was hopelessly behind with both book and it would take her the
rest of the afternoon to get something ready to show him. She quickly saw Mr.
Allen out and rushed back to her desk to begin. To her dismay her grade book
was gone. She began to frantically search for it, pulling out papers and files.
Throwing aside documents on her desk. She didn’t notice her classroom door open
again.
“Is this what you are looking for Mrs. Wiseman?” She looked up to see Donnie,
her main tormenter from yesterday standing in front of her, holding her grade
book in his hands. “Give that to me right now!” she screamed. “I was looking
though this and I noticed that you have not written down any grades since
midterm.”
“Donnie,” she said, “I really need that back.” “You don’t need to cause any
more trouble.”
“I really think that I should show this to the office. You should be keeping
better records. I heard Mr. Allen ask you to turn it in tomorrow. Maybe we
need to go over and show him now.”
Heather’s bottom lip began to tremble. “Please Donnie, I’ve got the tests from
your class in the file cabinet. I just need to transfer the scores into the
grade book. It’s probably going to take all night. Give it back so that I can
get started.”
“If you want the book, you’re going to have to earn it,” he said. “I’ll give it
back to you, but we’ll have some fun first.” He then told her to meet him in an
abandon farmhouse two blocks away from the school. She was to walk from the
school to the farmhouse. She must not take her car. If she didn’t come or she
drove her car then the book would be burned and she would not have anything to
show Mr. Allen. Donnie walked out of the room laughing. Heather put her head
on her desk and began to cry.
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Heather left the school right at three, as soon as the teachers were allowed to.
She began to walk down the street on foot. How could I have let this happen?
What are they going to do to me? Is my job really worth this? Then she thought
about how much trouble her husband was having finding work and how if she lost
her job she would not be able to provide for her beloved child. She also
thought about how horrible and sickening it had been being blindfolded and tied
up, naked in front of the whole school. And how much worse this would be.
As she arrived at the barn she saw that there were at least ten cars parked in
front of it. She recognized them as being student cars. She walked up into the
barn and saw it was dark inside. “Come in and close the door behind you!” a
voice boomed. She did as she was told. It was completely dark. A bright
spotlight came on, blinding her. She could see people sitting behind it but she
could only make out silhouette. There were at least fifteen people. Some boy
and some girls. “Take off your clothes!” the voice boomed again. Heather’s
hands began to tremble, a tear slide down her cheek. “No please!” she said. In
the darkness she saw a lighter ignite and she could see Donnie, holding her
grade book very close to the flame. She reached up and began to unbutton her
shirt. All of a sudden cameras began to flash from behind the spotlight. “No
pictures” she pleaded. “Shut up Bitch!” Donnie’s voice boomed. She pulled her
shirt off, exposing a silky white bra underneath. “Keep going!” She untied the
waistband of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before the
crowd, in her bra and matching panties. Placing her hands over her most private
areas. Trying to maintain some privacy from the group. Cameras continued to
flash despite her earlier plea. “Now, slowly remove your bra.” She unfastened
it, letting her two white supple breast fall out. She was humiliated. “Now
your panties!” She hooked her two fingers into her elastic waistband and pulled
them down. Heather had always been very attractive. Her body was tiny, but
very well shaped. Her skin was white and soft. The hair between her legs was
as blond as the hair on her head. Tiny goose pimples covered her body. She was
cold and her tiny nipples hardened. “Crawl over here!” Heather got down on her
hands and knees and crawled into the light. The floor was dirty and the whole
place smelled. As she got closer she could make out some of the others. They
were all in her class. Donnie was sitting in a chair. His pants were down
around his knees and his penis was sticking straight in the air. Its size was
quite impressive. “Suck this Bitch!” he yelled. Heather paused. She had never
done anything like that before. The idea was revolting. Her husband had begged
her to before but she had refused. She couldn’t even imagine. Now she was
going to kneel and do for this teenage boy what she had refused to do even for
her husband. Donnie saw her look of disgust and motioned toward her grade book
on the floor. “As soon as you make me cum, you can go. You have a lot of work
to do tonight.” Heather crawled up close to him rubbing his legs. His dick was
so hard it was turning purple. She could get it over with quickly she thought.
She rubbed her hands up and down his legs to tease him. She got really close so
her breasts pressed into his legs. Cameras flashed more. At least five of the
others watching had brought cameras with them. One guy was taping her with a
video recorder also. She worried about when these pictures might come up again.
There was nothing she could do about it though. She ran her hands up his legs
and grasp his cock firmly. She rolled her tongue over the head of it. She
thought if she got him really excited he would cum quickly and she could go
home. She slowly put the tip in her mouth and sucked. I little drop of semen
trickled out. She moved her lips up and down harder and faster. Moaning a
little. She tickled his testicals with her long fingernails. She moved her
tongue and her lips, sucking and licking until finally a hot jet of semen shot
down her throat. She swallowed hard, not wanting to displease him. She looked
up at him, hoping to be dismissed. Someone from behind place a cloth bag over
her head. She tried to pull it off but her hands were grabbed. She was forced
to the floor and her legs were spread apart. Hand held her down while others
explored her body. This time it was even more intament. Fingers entered her
vagina and brushed over her clit. She had no way of knowing where they would
touch her next. A penis entered her mouth and a few seconds later one entered
her cunt. Despite everything else she had been through, this was her first time
being raped. She felt like her last bit of dignity was being stripped from her.
She choked on a jet of sperm in her mouth and the penis left it only to be
replaced by another. Soon the guy fucking her cam and another guy took his
place. The bag covered her face. She didn’t even know who was fucking her. It
seemed to go on for hours. One guy after another. Things grew darker and she
began to feel light headed. She fainted.
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When Heather awoke she did not know where she was. It took her several minutes
to remember the viscous assault on her body. She was sore all over and her
insides felt like they were on fire. The boys were gone and so were her clothes
and her grade book. Had all of this been for nothing? Her car was still parked
at the school and to get to it she would have to walk back naked. She had an
extra key taped underneath the bumper for when she locked herself out. She
would be able to drive home. But then what? Surly her husband would notice if
she walked in naked and covered in cum. What could she tell him? That she was
raped. Should she call the police? What about the pictures they took? She
could imagine pictures of herself sucking a teenagers dick being posted on the
web, sent in to adult magazines or god knows what else. If they got out she
would never work again. All of the boys were under age also. She could be
tried for raping them. What if she was pregnant? What if she had AIDS?
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