Right from the very beginning, twenty-three year old Maggie Fields knew she was going to have trouble with her students. She had hoped that, for her first teaching assignment she would at least be given a bright class ready and eager to learn all she had to teach them about English literature. Before the class came into the room, her mind had been reeling with thoughts of Byron, Shelly, Blake ... all the great English writers. She wanted to share those thoughts with her class, and she had hoped that they would be receptive.
She should have known better, she thought to herself as she gazed around the room, looking at her new students talking with one another, completely oblivious to her efforts to bring them to order.
Right then and there, she knew there was going to be trouble, and she knew that if her students were going to give it to her, she was going to give it right back to them.
"If you young men and women don't come to order," she said, raising her voice above the general noise of laughter and renewed friendships after the summer, "I'm going to keep the whole lot of you after school."
While the students seemed to be making too much noise to hear what she was saying, they did start quieting down, taking their seats and facing front.
"That's better," Maggie said, glowering across the room, trying to single out the students who would be giving her the most trouble in the months to come. Know thy enemy, she believed, and at the moment, it seemed to her that all thirty two students were her enemy.
She brushed several lose strands of her dark brown hair away from her face and raised her head in a haughty expression, determined that she would teach the rabble assigned to her, come hell or high water.
There was a short, rather uncomfortable moment of silence, punctuated by her hard deep breathing of excitement and gathering strength. Her rounded blouse-covered breasts heaved against the sheer fabric, pressing her usually large and sensitive nipples against the cloth. She smiled in a false-sweetly way as the students took serious expressions on their faces. I'll show them, she thought. They don't think I can handle them. They've got another thing coming.
"Now, my name is Miss Fields," she began. "I'm going to teach you English literature whether you like it or not. I hope that by the end of the first marking quarter, you will like it. There's a lot of good reading in what we'll be doing. And believe me, we are going to be doing it."
She saw right away that she was getting her point across. There was going to be no funny business in her class, and as long as everyone knew it, everything was going to be just fine.
She turned around to write the names of some authors on the blackboard, heaving a sigh as she remembered her college days of not too long ago. She had gone to a private, all-girl's college, and had grown to love English literature with a passion rarely found in the field. She found it so filled with freedom and romance and excitement that she poured her whole being into its study, sacrificing a social life, friendship and excitement that other, lesser students had. She had received her reward though. She had graduated at the top of her class, a perfect straight "A" average for her four years.
She remembered her moment of triumph as she received her diploma and turned to face the crowd of graduating seniors. Her first thought was to spit into the audience, hoping to hit at least a few of the people who had laughed at her behind her back, but she instead smiled at each and every one of them, as if to say with her sneer "See? I told you so!"
A poorly stifled giggle brought her out of her trance, and she spun around to see that two students, a boy and a girl, were engaged in a rather intimate conversation. He was sitting in her desk, bending his face close enough to her to just about be able to press his lips against hers.
Apparently, he didn't seem to care about his new teacher's feelings of class behavior.
Maggie watched them for a moment, and the rest of the class seemed to sense that there was going to be some excitement. They sat in silence as Maggie walked over to the leaning student, finally standing over him as she cleared her throat.
"I thought I told everyone to take a seat," she said, placing her hand on the young boy's shoulder and spinning him around.
The boy turned around, at first a little startled, but almost instantly regaining his courage.
"Ooooooohhh no, Miss Fields," he said, a smile creasing his face. "You just told us to come to order. When I'm not with Susan here, believe me, I'm all out of order."
"Get up off that desk," Maggie seethed, staring the boy in the face. "What's your name?"
"My name? Sure Miss Fields. I'm Tom Morgan."
"How would you like to stay after school, Mr. Morgan?" Maggie snapped, feeling her anger rising faster than she could hope to control it.
"Stay after with you?" Tom said, taking a step back and running his eyes up and down the length of Maggie's skirt clad form. He dropped his lips in a thoughtful expression, and then looked back at her light brown eyes. "Yeah ... I think the two of us could really have a good time," he said, the smile on his face stretching from ear to ear.
"Hey, lover boy," the girl he had been talking to wailed. "What about me?"
"Ooohhh... if Teach here is going to keep me after, I'm afraid you'll just have to wait your turn," Tom said, taking his eyes away from Maggie and looking at Susan.
The whole class began to laugh, and Maggie could feel her face redden at the insolence of this student. She didn't even have to think about what she was going to do. Her left hand crossed over her right shoulder and swept outward, catching Tom's left cheek in a resounding slap that nearly sent him spinning over a desk.
There was instant silence in the room, except for the few gasps of total shock. As soon as Maggie slapped Tom, she felt better. She could tell that the students were just testing her. .. seeing how far they could push her. She was glad she had shown them they couldn't push her very far.
Tom's cheek was a brilliant crimson, and for a moment, he was too embarrassed to look at the woman, somewhat smaller than he was, who had slapped him. Then he brought his eyes right to hers and looked her straight in the face.
"I'm going to remember this," he said in a whisper that was so low Susan almost didn't hear it. His words were dripping with a hatred that nearly frightened Maggie. She took a deep breath and looked right back at him.
"I dare you to do anything about it," she said, her voice loud enough for the rest of the class to hear it.
To her surprise, Tom seemed to settle back on his feet, a smile of total satisfaction on his face. Maggie obviously didn't know that she had just challenged him in front of all his friends, and if there was anything Tom Morgan liked, it was a challenge. "I just might take that dare," he said, his voice calm and even, and loud enough for the rest of the class to hear him accepting her dare. "If I were you, I'd start developing that lovely body of yours."
Maggie almost slapped him again, but the truth was that her hand still hurt from the first time. "I think I'll keep you after school," she said, pressing her lips tightly against each other and breathing so hard her nostrils were flaring open.
Tom's face broke into a huge grin, the stinging in his left cheek momentarily forgotten. "Like I said, lovely lady, the two of us could have a real good time after school."
"What about our date?" Susan said in her wailing tone.
Maggie turned her glance in the direction of the gum chewing blonde, and instantly hated her as much as she hated her boy-friend. Susan was smiling at her with the same insolent expression Tom had used, and Maggie could see that the two of them were going to be more trouble than she had at first thought.
"Get back to your seat," the teacher said, tilting her head in the direction of Tom's desk. Tom, knowing he had to do as she said, at least for the moment, obeyed, receiving pats on the back from several friends sitting in his area.
Believing that she had handled the little situation rather well, returned to the front of the room and began her first lesson, lecturing to the now deathly silent class on the beauty of the authors they would be reading. She was met with blank stares where ever she looked, which didn't bother her in the slightest. She was convinced that, as long as they were just sitting there, they would absorb most of what she had to say.
She knew that she didn't have enough material at the moment to conduct a full class, especially since the students hadn't done any reading. After assigning several poems, she let her class go home.
She watched as Tom, in a flippant manner, started to get up from his seat, not even looking at her as he slipped his frat coat over his shoulders and began to file out with the rest of the students.
"Just where do you think you're going, Mr. Morgan?" Maggie asked, folding her arms across her breasts and tapping her foot.
"Me? I'm going to take a shit," Tom answered, continuing on his way.
"You get back here," Maggie snapped, smiling as he did as she told him. Tom had known all along that he would be staying behind, but needling his teacher like this was giving him a deep satisfaction. At least he was letting her know that he wasn't going to take any of her shit without a fight. He might lose in the end, but he was going to let her know that she was up against someone who was not afraid of her.
As Tom took his seat, whistling a happy tune to himself in the hopes of further disturbing his teacher, Maggie was suddenly faced with a real decision. She didn't know what she should do while the smiling disciplined young man was sitting in her room. For a short while, she busied herself by erasing the blackboard and arranging her desk.
Then, to at least pretend she was getting some work done, she opened her notebook and began a letter to her old college roommate, believing that she would be able to at least get something going.
"Seems a shame to waist the privacy of this room by having you at your desk and me at mine," Tom said. He smiled as she ignored his comment. Damn, he thought, she's really a good looker. He could almost imagine what it would be like to get his cock into her cunt, and with a little bit of luck, and not too much work, Tom knew that he would be getting between her legs before too long. He loved the way she tried to hide her full, sensuous breasts by slouching over, as though she thought he wouldn't be able to see them. Tom placed his hands behind his head and leaned back, dwelling on what it would be like to fuck Miss Fields.
For her part, Maggie was unable to concentrate her attention on the letter she wanted to write. The boy who she had slapped reminded her so much of David Orin that, for a brief moment, as she felt the young man's eyes looking at her, she dwelt on that event of her senior year ... the only thing which had marred a distinguished career in college.
She tried to put the visual image of David Orin out of her mind by concentrating on the letter she was writing, but the more she tried not to think of him, the more clear his image became. ...
And the more she felt as though she was reliving that horrible moment all over again. She pretended to be working, as much to save face with Tom in the room as to further try to direct her thoughts to more pleasant memories in her life, but it was useless. Like the flowing of water through a stream, the events which had scared her life came back to her, first in hazy generalities, and then with increasing clarity, until she was no longer sitting in her classroom, babysitting with an insolent student, but sitting in her college dorm room, waiting for her roommate to return from a date, trying to finish a paper she was writing on the differences between Blake and Lord Byron.
She had been working rather hard all afternoon and evening, and the tension to which she subjected herself had finally taken its toll. Things had not been coming together in her mind at all, and she decided that she would take a shower to relieve the stiffness in her neck and the throbbing pain in her head.
She didn't know how long she stayed under the running hot water, delighting in the relaxation it brought her, but when the water started to turn a little cold, letting her know that she had drained the dorm hot water tank, she felt sufficiently relaxed to continue her work. She walked nakedly from the shower stall to her closet, feeling rather wicked at being unclothed. She never liked the feeling all that much, but somehow, in the privacy of her empty room, it gave her a sensation of doing something wrong and getting away with it.
She stood in front of her vanity mirror, gazing at the loveliness of her naked young form, seeing herself as though for the first time, letting her eyes roam over her cream-white flesh, firm and soft, and shimmering with droplets of water. Her breasts seemed to glow with a radiance she found alarmingly sensual, and as she moved her thick, fluffy towel over the rounded globes, she sensed an increasing excitement flooding her body, causing her nipples to become hard and sensitive. The more she patted them, the more sensitive they became, and the more she wanted to pat them.
Moving the terry cloth down along the flat expanse of her belly, pressing her middle finger in the indentation of her navel, she continued the cloth in a downward direction, finally coming into contact with the wet, kinked jungle of her auburn cuntal mound. She smiled to herself for a moment as her hand accidentally left the towel and came into direct contact with the sensitive flesh at the base of her slightly trembling belly, and she gasped aloud as she moved the towel still further, patting dry and rubbing against the quivering flesh of her inner thighs. She could feel the excitement flowing through her body ... an excitement she knew would get out of hand if she did not stop, but an excitement which was so captivating that she did not want to stop. Lower her hand went, carrying the towel, until she was rubbing the cloth along the backs of her thighs, between her knees and hips, bringing it up slowly toward her clenching buttocks. . . and then around between her legs, dragging the stiff hem of the towel lightly along her ever moistening vaginal crevice.
Again she gasped as the hem of the towel sliced through her pussy opening and along her ever hardening clitoral bud. Feeling her strength leaving her thighs, she nearly sank to the floor, her mind torn between despair and the utter pleasure she could feel searing through her traitorous body with each passing moment.
And then she was suddenly shocked out of her lascivious trance by a hard rapping on her dorm door.
She gasped, feeling as though she might have been caught playing with herself, and it took several moments for her to collect her thoughts. She looked at her shocked face in the mirror, seeing as well as feeling it redden as the person at the door knocked again, this time with more determination.
Maggie?" she heard a male voice say, "Maggie, answer me, cause I know you're in there."
It was David Orin, a young sophomore she had met some three weeks before at the public library while she had been there looking through some books her own smaller college library did not have. He, like her, had been interested in English literature, and the two of them passed a rather pleasant evening talking about those things on which Maggie was writing her paper. She, in a fit of rather unusual happiness, had made the mistake of giving him her phone number, and he had made use of it several times, asking her out and listening patiently as she made excuse after excuse.
Finally, he asked her to a film adaptation of one of her favorite books, and she, believing that he had only her mind in his interest, accepted, since she had been wanting to see the film anyway.
Even though she tried to concentrate her attention on the movie, though, David had other ideas. As soon as the lights dimmed and the film started, he placed his arm around her, and before the credits had finished, she could feel his right hand creeping down along the front of her body, inching closer and closer to her passionately swelling breasts.
Finally he opened his hand and cupped the globe, squeezing it through the layers of her blouse and bra, kneading the pliant mound as he leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear, lashing out with his tongue against the sensitive flesh there.
Maggie had never had anything like that happen to her before, and even though she did not like what he was doing to her, she allowed his hand to remain in her breast, squeezing and kneading her mound all through the movie.
After the film, when he suggested that they go back to his off-campus apartment, she told him that she had a head ache and wanted to go home. He brought her back to her dorm, thus finding out where she lived, and even though he called her several times after that, she made excuse after excuse, not wanting to encourage him any further.
And now, he was here, banging on her door, and she didn't have a stitch of clothing on.
"Just a moment," she said, hurriedly fishing through her wardrobe for her bathrobe, slipping into it as she walked to the door. She managed to finish tying her belt around her waist and adjusting the shoulders so as not to reveal too much of her already swollen breasts.
When she opened the door, she found David slightly slumped over, as though he were having a little trouble standing, and the smell of whiskey blasted at her nostrils.
David had obviously been drinking, though she didn't know how drunk he was, and what he would do in this condition.
"Well.. . long time no see," he said as he walked past her into her room. "I hope that your roomie is out. I have ... uh ... some literature I want to talk about."
"David, I'm really busy, and I have to get the paper done by the end of the week."
"Aw, hell, Maggie, the end of the week is four days away," he said, looking for a moment at the scattering of books on her desk, and then turning his attention to her.
In his drunken condition, he hadn't noticed how she was dressed, but he noticed now, and he liked what he saw. Despite her efforts, part of her robe had slipped down her shoulders and opened enough for him to see her deep-fleshed cleavage. It looked to him as though she were really excited, and he reasoned that if he could get her hot enough, he ram his swollen cock between her legs so hard she'd never want to read another book again. He couldn't believe that with a body like hers, she would be all work and no play. Christ, the way things were these days, he would have been utterly shocked if he knew she was a virgin.
In spite of her determination to get her work done, Maggie couldn't deny the arousal her drying had brought to her voluptuous body, and while she wished that David would leave, she also wanted him to stay.
She closed the door, believing, as he had told her, that he wanted to get some work done. Two heads are better than one, she reasoned, and David had struck her as a rather intelligent student.
"Well... I... uh ... I'm not all that used to working with another person," she said, standing with her back against the door and flushing slightly at the thoughts that were running through her mind. "What should we do first?"
"Look," David said, putting his plan into action. "Suppose we start out as friends, huh? I think that would be a good beginning. Just a little kiss to make things on the up and up."
Maggie had been kissed several times in her life, and she knew that there couldn't be anything wrong with that. She smiled in a friendly manner and approached him, "Oh. . . all right," she said, believing that they were going to become just friends. David sounded so convincing that she settled down on her bed next to him and pressed her body up against his, starting to delight in the sensations which were spreading through her already aroused body.
David's kiss, however, was anything but friendly. Instead of the light peck she had expected, she felt his long moist tongue prodding insistently into her own unresisting mouth, increasing the fires her toweling down had kindled moments before. Almost without knowing what she was doing, she found her own mouth meeting his, her tongue stabbing into him, sending rampant thrills of intense desire searing the length of her body. Even though she had been kissed before, it had never been like this, and while the back of her mind told him that things were getting out of hand almost before they were beginning, she couldn't suppress the excitement ripping through her being. Rather than stopping him, she thought to herself that she would let this continue for just a little while longer, since she found that she liked the sensations.
But the "little while" had stretched for a long while, and before she knew what was happening, she was lying below David's body on her bed. He had already pulled open her loose robe and was now kissing her nakedly quivering body, running his lips over her rapidly swelling breasts, taking her nipples into his mouth, his hot, moist tongue spiking them to a tingling erection that sent electric surges running from her head to her toes.
"Uuuuuummmmmm . .. David ... no . .. please ... we . . . I.. ." she protested weakly, her words melting into a groan of ecstasy as his teeth fastened on her left nipple, biting first softly, then harder and harder as his hands began to squeeze at the firm flesh of her ripe young globes.
"Ooooohhhh .. . your breasts are so soft and warm, Maggie. They feel so good!"
The aroused brunette shook her head mutely, not wanting to admit to herself that his sucking of her excitedly tingling breasts felt good. She tried to tell him to stop, but her words lacked conviction, and he could sense her coming around to his way of thinking.
His hands were running down along her rib cage now, caressing the flat silken flesh of her belly . . . and then they were entwining themselves in the wet hair of her pubic mound. Maggie knew she would have to do something fast, but what David was doing, on top of the arousal she had brought to herself made her confused, and when she tried to speak, she emitted little more than a moan of helpless pleasure.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhh . . . aaaaaahhhhhh . . ." she moaned in mindless bliss as his finger stroked along the sensitive moist slit of her virginal little pussy and rubbed in teasing circles around the quivering bud of her erect clitoris. God! She had started to do this to herself many times, but she had always managed to stop herself before it was too late. But those times had never felt as good as this did now.
A twinge of conscience cleared her mind for a brief moment, and she gasped out. "NO! Please, stop!"
But it was no use. His deeply plunging finger merely swirled across the clitoris even more eagerly as it pushed through the ever moistening lips of her vagina. Even though her mind told her that she wanted him to leave, her body was following commands of its own and began to twitch and writhe in helpless abandon. Her long legs spread wider to give him freer access to her wetly throbbing pussy.
"Yeah . . . that's it baby," David slurred, jerking his finger roughly from her heated vaginal flesh and quickly unzipped his pants. "I'm gonna fuck you now. No way I can hold back any longer."
His sudden withdrawal from her hotly pulsating cunt allowed the faint glimmer of control to return to the young, virginal college girl, and she realized exactly what was happening as she felt the urgently pulsating head of his iron-hard penis pressing against her naked thigh. Then she shuddered, relieved at last from her unwanted erotic arousal.
"NO! NO! NO!" she cried out as she stiffened her body and tried to move away from him, clamping her thighs together in a motion of protection.
"Spread those legs!" David demanded, clawing cruelly at the tender flesh of her inner thighs with his finger nails. "I said, spread them. I can't fuck you with those legs like that!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Maggie was in near hysteria now, determined that she would do anything she had to do protect herself now. The nearly naked woman's thighs had trapped his invading penis between them, but her fear-tensed muscles squeezing his blood-inflated head only served to en flame his already uncontrolled lust for her.
Maggie felt his body buck and jerk above her nakedly cringing loins, felt his long hard penis fucking back and forth between her tightly clamped thighs, heard his obscenities flow from his mouth in incoherent gasps.
Then, to her horror, his wildly throbbing penis began spurting out hot gushes of thick white sperm all over the satiny white flesh of her thighs and belly.
Maggie lay utterly still, trying with all her might to suppress the sensations that were ripping through her, all the while thanking God that she had stopped him before it was too late and there was no turning back.
"You cock-teasing little bitch," David spat at her, kneeling up and gazing down at her with all his fury. "See what you made me do? Do you see what happened? You fuckless little cunt!"
In his heated anger, he slapped at her hips, coating his hand with a thin film of his own semen.
Maggie, now afraid that he was going to beat her, tried to slither away from him, and turned over onto her stomach in the process.
"You're nothing more than a little girl in a woman's body, you know that?" David seethed, slapping her hard on her nakedly exposed buttocks as though he were her father spanking his daughter.
And the stinging sensation that his spanking sent through Maggie's body stopped her movements.
She couldn't believe what happened as she received the open palmed spanks of David on her firm-fleshed buttocks. The sensations which she had fought ever since he had come began to increase well beyond her control.
David, his anger knowing no bounds, rained blow after blow on her ass cheeks, turning them red and sensitive, repeating over and over again that she was little more than a girl and should be treated as such... .
But Maggie never heard a word he was saying. All she knew was the strange combination of pain in her ass and pleasure searing through her pussy with each slap she received.
She was no longer struggling to get away. She was laying on her belly, her eyes closed, her face streaked with tears, not of the pain she was feeling, but of guilt that she actually liked being spanked by this drunken man. Again and again, as though there was no end to the anger she had caused him, David rained his hand down on her buttocks, attacking first one cheek and then the other, and all the while, Maggie could feel the seething cauldron of her belly threatening to explode at any moment.
Finally, she yelled out, sensing a heated wetness washing through her body and flowing out of her cuntal lips, coating her thighs and mattress, taking her completely by surprise.
David, thinking that she had yelled in pain, continued spanking her, determined that he would get some satisfaction out of her before he left. His continued slapping of her asscheeks further increased the heated flow of viscous fluid from her constricting vaginal walls.
At last David felt that she had been sufficiently punished, and he ceased his spanking, looking down on the quivering young woman with a pleased scowl on his face.
"I hope this teaches you a lesson," he said, zipping up his pants as he came to a standing position next to the bed. "Next time you have a man in the room, you better treat him right."
Maggie hardly heard what he said, and she was even less aware of his leaving, the slamming of the door the only sound loud enough to break through the cloud of utter despair which settled around her. Clearly, David had been unaware of the pleasure he had brought her by slapping her ass like he had, and even though Maggie felt better now than she could ever remember feeling, she would be damned if she told him.
She had no idea how long she lay there, savoring the soft fluttering that rippled through her satiated loins, but finally, the after shocks subsided enough for her to pull herself together and get back to work.
* * *
Maggie blinked her eyes several times, suddenly remembering where she was. .. and why. She glanced at the wall clock in the class room, seeing that her trance, as deep as it had been, had lasted but a few moments. It took her a few more moments to gather herself together, and she noticed that Tom apparently had not noticed that for a while, she was off in another world.
Seeing Tom further deepened her resolve that she had to keep him and all like him in line. She was certain that if she didn't take a hard line approach with the grinning young man in her room, he would become just like David ... a drunken lecher capable of the most obscene things. She wasn't sure but that it was too late already. Tom had a strangely contented smile on his face as he occasionally looked at her, winking every now and then in an obvious flaunting of her authority.
Finally, just having him in the room with her was more than she could take, and she stood up, her hands on her desk, and glowered at him.
"Get out of here," she said in an icy tone. "But remember that I'm watching you."
"Can't take your eyes off a good body, right?" Tom winked as he walked out of the room.
Maggie stiffened as she debated with the idea of having him come back for that insolent remark.
She decided against it. She had shown him that she wasn't going to take anything from him, and by using him as an example to the rest of the class, she believed that she wouldn't be having any more trouble.
If nothing else, she had stood up to him in front of her students, and she believed that by doing that, she had proven herself to her class.
But Maggie had a lot to learn about the world in which Tom really lived, a world which played by different rules than the books Maggie had read in her English classes!
CHAPTER TWO
"Shit, lover... I thought you would never get here."
Susan McCoy butted her cigarette and ran to Tom as he approached their "secret" fucking place, in a nice, soft grassy area under the bleachers of the high school football stadium. Tom knew that Susan would be waiting for him for as long as he was being held by that cunt Miss Fields. Christ, if he had been kept there until hell froze over, Susan would have waited for him, and he knew it. If there was anything in this world Tom was sure of, it was that Susan loved his cock more than she loved life itself. He also knew why. He had the biggest penis in the whole school... probably the whole fucking town, if he could believe what half the women he fucked told him. And while Susan had made it a point to check that one out herself, she always came back to him, further entrenching this belief about himself.
"Just hold your fucking horses, will ya," Tom snarled as he pushed Susan away and grabbed for one of her cigarettes.
"That cute teacher really put you in your place," Susan said in a teasing manner, knowing that she would be able to get away with it. .. that she was the only one who would be able to get away with it.
Tom snapped his head in her direction as he lit his cigarette, but said nothing.
"Everyone heard what you said to her, and what she said back," Susan said as she traced her forefinger up along his jaw. Tom brushed it away.
"Yeah. I know that," he said thoughtfully. Then his face broke out in a huge grin. "Yeah. Isn't that the truth. I wonder what she's gonna do when I take her up on that challenge she made to me."
"I don't think she expects you to do anything," Susan told her boy-friend as she took a seat next to him, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him tightly against her. "I think she thinks you're afraid of her."
She felt Tom stiffen when she said that, and for a moment, she was afraid for what he might do to her for even thinking that. She relaxed when she saw that he was still smiling thoughtfully.
"You got some real brains in that head of yours," he said. "I hadn't thought of that, but I'll bet that's exactly what she thinks. I'll bet she thinks she's got me by the balls."
As Tom mentioned his balls, Susan began slipping her hand along his leg to his stiffening penis, massaging it through the thick cloth of his jeans. She knew that Tom would want to finish his smoke before he did anything, but she had been waiting for what seemed like forever, and she was already hot to feel his throbbing penis reaming through her belly.
"What are ya gonna do?" she asked, pressing her lips up against his ear. She moved her head just in time to avoid being hit by Tom's hand to let him calm down some.
"I don't know," he said. "I mean ... some of the guys, they don't like what she did to me . . . hitting me like that in front of the class. But they ain't as brave as I am. I think most of the class is afraid of her still. Unless she changes real fast, she's gonna make a lot of enemies in that room, and when that happens ..."
He ended his statement by bringing one fist soundly against his other palm, making a loud slapping noise that startled Susan. She smiled when she saw that he was going to get back at the teacher who had slapped him in front of everyone. She hadn't liked what Miss Fields did to her boy-friend any more than he had. Everyone in the class knew that she was his girl, and it looked bad for her to have her man hit like that.
"Can I get in on it?" she asked hopefully. "Can I have a piece of her ass?"
At first, Tom gave no indication that he heard what she said, but then his smile, already sadistic and hate-filled, became even more so. "Yeah. Yeah ... I think that might really bring her down a peg or two. But let's wait a while, huh? Let's see what the lovely Miss Fields does tomorrow. I'll go spreading the word that I'm holding off until she hasn't got a friend in that room ... what the fuck, by the end of the week, she should have everyone in the whole fucking school out for her cunt."
He flicked his cigarette away, letting Susan know that it was time for them to start fucking. The massaging she had been doing on his cock through his jeans had finally gotten through to him, and as he glanced at her own jean covered loins, he could see that her mounting excitement had produced a dark stain of her freely flowing vaginal fluids.
Susan squealed with happiness as she stared teasingly at him, at the fabric of his jeans tented with the bulky pole of flesh that was pulsing with stiffness beneath her finger. She sensed that he was looking at her body, not a curve hidden by the tight clothing she liked to wear. Her blue, lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on his loins as he stood up and pulled down the zipper of his trousers and dropped his pants without further ceremony, jerking his hardened penis free from its confinement. The long, thick, purple-veined member jutted out above his heavily dangling balls and rose stiffly up along his muscle-hard body. Susan arched her body slightly as she eyed every inch of Tom's hard penis spearing up into the air. She sighed with her mounting excitement, almost afraid to move for fear of breaking the spell the sight of the great fucking slab of flesh instilled.
Then she began to teasingly strip off her own clothing. She smiled invitingly at her boy-friend as she crossed her arms and pulled her cotton blouse up over her head. As the sheer garment lifted, her creamy, apple-hard breasts appeared, luscious and round. The small firm globes moved sensuously as she tossed away the flimsy garment, then curved down to slither out of her jeans. With a sweeping movement," she peeled out of her pants as easily as her blouse, removing it as though it were a pliant second skin she were shedding, carrying with them the silken panties, already soaked with her vaginal juices. A teasing female smile played over her lips as she lowered her body to the grass, her golden blonde hair fanning out around her head like a cloud on which she rested.
Tom looked at her without visible expression on his face for a moment, drinking in the pure sensual beauty which dripped from her every pore. It was obvious that she was excited. The tiny dewdrops of moisture rising in the soft, hair-fringed crevice between her legs were clearly apparent and glistened, even in the shadows of their fucking place as she shamelessly exposed her nakedly waiting vagina to his hotly piercing eyes.
Tom's breathing began to grow harsh as he reached down to her and pulled her tight against him while he lowered his own body beside her, sliding one hand down to the taut softness of her buttocks and cupping them roughly. Her slim, sinewy body was warm and soft against his and she raised her face to his mouth, locking her lips hungrily to his as her wanton hand searched down between them for his heavily throbbing penis. He moaned softly as her slender fingers closed hotly around the pulsating length, barely able to encircle the thick shaft. Breathing more urgently, she crushed the full length of her naked body against his rangy frame and ground her hungrily moving pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her torso and pulling him over on top of her. Her long graceful legs were open wide, ready and eager to receive him.
Beads of sweat began to glimmer lightly on the exposed flesh of their entwined forms. Susan pulled her boy-friend even more tightly to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his hard buttocks, exploring them eagerly. His huge hard cock was resting against her sensitive inner thighs, pressed tightly into the narrow pink slit of her moistly spread pussy. She curved up for a moment, levering them both off the grass with the strength of her back. Then, reaching down under her nakedly upthrust buttocks with both hands, he parted her desire-swollen cuntal flanges, giving his penis better contact with the wet tingling flesh.
She relaxed after this and fell back to the soft growth of grass, his cock trapped tightly in the hot, softly yielding crevice between her slippery inner thighs.
Inflamed by the movement, Tom wormed his hands between her shoulders and the softness of the grass, pulling his palms down over the soft curves of her back and hips. His fingers felt the raised edges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her aroused young body up against him in a slow, teasing motion, a rhythm that made the sinews of her female muscles ripple lightly like a small fish just under the surface of her skin. The lustful strength of her body was evident as the tenderness of the cords in her thighs twined like silk ropes around the outsides of his loins.
"Shit, woman.... you feel better than anything I can think of," Tom hissed through passion clenched teeth as he smashed his lips against hers. He felt her writhing the flat surface of her belly up against him, and she left small trails of red across his back where she raked her long fingernails.
Then, losing all control, the aroused male student pushed his hands farther down beneath her, squeezing the roundness of her buttocks in the palms of his hands, pulling her ready loins up tighter against his own. He moved up and down slowly, teasing her as she had teased him, running the full length of his rigid cock up and down in her wide-spread vaginal slit, sensing it become more saturated by the second with the heated wetness of her passion. Her smooth, satin-like ass cheeks began a more frantic rotation up against him until, suddenly, without warning, her legs snaked out on either side of him, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs and trapping him tightly to her.
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmm . . . now, lover. .. now. Put your cock in me now," she moaned against his tightly clenched teeth, her eyes shut as her pelvis ground away at him like a pelt of softly curling down with a mind of its own.
As soon as she relaxed a little, Tom started to move, but Susan moved faster. Her hands came down between them and circled greedily around his stiff throbbing cock, guiding it desperately between the lips of her hot, desire-drenched pussy. He groaned above her as he felt her slide it up and down between her legs, parting the soft moistened hair of her cunt with the pulsing blood-gorged head. The fleshy lips nibbled hungrily at it, causing it to spring to greater hardness until he felt certain that the aching pressure of the blood would burst it along its vein-thickened length. He could hold back no longer and crashed his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust.
He drove himself with a flesh-rending mercilessness into the gaping hot mouth of her cunt.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Susan groaned beneath him in pained surprise. He felt the warm elastic inner tissue slip smoothly over his sensitive male flesh as he entered her brutally.
He knew that this was the way she loved him to enter. No pussy-footing around with Susan McCoy. No way!
Tom's long heavy cock slammed up into her hot wet cunt to the full depths of her heaving belly, warm and tight, squeezing the hard length of the shaft and then easing as the wetness surrounded him, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slamming hard against the rounded buttocks of her tightly clenched ass. Susan moaned like an animal beneath him, twisting away momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain, but he lunged harder, ramming his loins more solidly into her cringing loins so that there was no escape. He was not only venting his lust on his woman, but the frustrated anger caused by that asshole of a teacher.
Susan was being fucked the way she loved it. .. hard and deep, his long, scalding penis impaling her completely. He lay still for a moment to allow the pain to subside, filled with the masculine pride that he could have such a total control over Susan like this. What the fuck? He could control any woman with his cock! He was on top, had the commanding position, and he knew that she loved every second of it. God, she loved it when he fucked her. She'd probably do anything he asked just to get his cock this deep into her cunt. He had her flat little belly skewered now, and just for the hell of it, he flicked the head of his cock deep up inside her again to bring another long, low moan from deep in her throat.
Tom squirmed and ground his loins heavily down onto the writhing velvety flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching up inches off the ground with the strength of her hungry upward thrusts. She groaned ceaselessly beneath him, receiving his pounding thrusts, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in the primitive rhythm of mating, her moist lips open wide and her head flailing wildly from side to side on the earth in crazed wantonness.
"You like this eh?" Tom asked tauntingly, his words spaced between breathless grunts as he labored over her. He got satisfaction from tormenting her, using her as a scapegoat to revenge himself for the way he had been treated by that fucking little cunt of a teacher who had slapped him in front of the whole class.
"Yessssss ... I lovwwwe it. . . ! Now . . . put a finger up my ass! Please . . . pleeeeease. .. !" she implored him, her blue eyes flashing, unseeing, looking up at him and through him.
He was aroused as she was now, and nothing she could have said would have surprised him. He quickly reached under her, between her hotly clenching buttocks as he hammered rhythmically into the eagerly working wetness of her cunt. She lifted her quivering ass a little to help him as he stretched wide the crevice between the softly yielding cheeks, probing with the tip of his middle finger for the tight puckered opening.
Then he found it. There was a small rivulet of warm moisture running down the widespread cleft from where he could feel his hard rod of flesh sawing through her. It wetted the tiny elastic hole, lubricating it slightly as he nudged experimentally for a moment with the end of his finger. Feeling it give a little, he pushed harder and then suddenly the tight hairless nether ring gave way completely and his finger popped in up to the second knuckle. She leapt upwards, the pain of the intrusion registering on her face.
"More . . . MORE!" Susan pled. "OH GOD, STICK IT IN DEEPER!"
He pushed in farther, worming his finger in until it was buried all the way up to the palm of his hand. She winced again, but despite the pain, he felt her suddenly begin to screw her ass hard down on his invading finger. Grinning triumphantly, he moved it around inside, rotating it deeper and deeper up into the fleshy depths of her rectum, until at last, through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages, he could feel the underside of his heavily swollen penis sliding rhythmically in and out of her. He began to skewer her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she moaned and twisted ceaselessly beneath him. His fingernail caught slightly on the tender inner flesh of her rectal walls, scraping them and she jerked but then caught up the cadence again, splaying wide her legs to allow him full access to the ravishment of her wide-stretched anal passage.
Tom could feel his huge penis throbbing, seething inside her, growing and expanding in her spread-open vagina from the exquisite pressure damming up in his sperm-laden testicles as they slapped with heavy dull thuds against her desperately straining buttocks. He began to ream his finger into her tiny anus with long hard strokes in time to the deep plunging of his cock in her pussy, trying to bring her over the crest to her climax. He could tell that she was almost there as she gripped his pounding body tightly between her upthrust thighs, contracting them around him to the savage tempo of his merciless thrusts into her. He could hear her gasping beneath him, the sounds coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over them. He fucked into her relentlessly, without mercy, exerting all his strength to bring the luscious blonde sixteen year old to orgasm as well as himself.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh . .. yessssss. . . fuck mmmmeeeee hhhhhaaarrrrddddd!" she chanted, yelling anything and everything she could think of to excite him more. She drove her slender ankles and heels into his driving buttocks, spurring him on, jack-knifing her legs back and up tightly against her firm white breasts, flattening them hard against her chest. Her eyes rolled like shiny dice in her passion-contorted face.
Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandon as she repeated the almost incoherent statement over and over to herself until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled syllables. She stretched her thighs tighter against her writhing upper body until the entirety of her pink, wide-stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him to fuck and use at will. Her ankles were wedged under his shoulders, locked behind his neck, her loins squirming beneath him in an insane dance of wild raw ecstasy. Her mouth still hung agape and she looked completely through his twisted face as though he were not there, fucking her like there were no tomorrow.
She screamed then, a low gurgling kind of banshee scream that seemed to go on and on, and their two panting bodies slapped together. Susan's nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up higher on his rigid thrusting penis, fastening herself to him with all her strength while her loins jerked crazily in the throes of female orgasm.
She caught her breath and held it for a long, seemingly endless moment, and then exhaled it as though he had been hit in the stomach by an angry fist, her body finally collapsing down on the ground beneath them. She lay motionless except for the uncontrollable quivering of her painfully stretched cunt still tightly clenched around his thick, deeply embedded cock.
Tom pushed into her and lay quiet, allowing her a moment of rest as he throbbed the muscles of his penis deep in her hot, moist vaginal tunnel. It was all he could do to keep from starting up the humping into her again, and he wished impatiently that she would come to life again.
"Ooooohhhhh ... lover .. . lover.. . that was ... that was wonderful," she gasped, taking lungfuls of air as she spoke. "You gotta be ... the best fuck ... in the whole world."
"Yeah ... I know that, but you're not done yet," Tom said grinning as he felt the pressure in his aching balls reaching nearly to the bursting point.
"I know. I... I want to do something special for you," she said softly as she regained control over her voice. "Suppose you lay down beside me, lover, and let me do the work for a change."
Tom was grinning from ear to ear now. He knew what she had in mind, and he was all for it. He eased his cock out of her vagina, sliding it wetly from the deliciously clasping warmth. He had toyed with the idea of leaving it inside the moist hot channel and fucking her again until the boiling liquid overflowed his aching balls and erupted deep inside her, but he knew that he would be just as satisfied with what he had in mind.
With a little sigh of delight, he rolled off the softness of her belly and onto his back beside her, thin sticky trails of her cum fluids following his long stiff penis across her thigh.
He lay flat on his back, his erectly throbbing cock pointing upward. She then turned over on her side toward him and reached out with her hands to stroke, his hardness, sliding the loose flesh of his foreskin up and down. Her long fingernails scraped lightly over the heavily veined surface of the rock-hard penis, causing it to jerk convulsively up into the air. She leaned over him and the hot warmth of her breath blew softly over it. The ache in his own loins increased to the point of agony as she moved her slender, teasing fingers down lower to his cum-swollen balls, cradling their softness in her palm. He groaned and gritted his teeth at the enticing ministrations of his heavily laden cock and large, sperm-bloated balls.
"You like that, love?" she asked coquettishly, gazing up at his face to see the effect that her warm fingertips were having on him. "You want me to put my mouth around it and suck it for you?"
"Shit yes. Do it now. Suck my cock now!" Tom moaned and jerked his anxious loins forward as she rose to her hands and knees and hovered over him. Her face was a scant few inches from the moistly throbbing tip of his cock. The blonde girl grasped it firmly with both her hands and dropped her head slowly toward his hardness, her pink wet tongue suddenly flicking forward, its tip boring tantalizingly into the semen-oozing hole at the end of the head. His breath caught in his throat as her warm parted lips closed over the sensitive blood-swollen knob in moist exciting pressure. Her lips tightened like another cunt around it, enclosing the smooth rubbery head completely up inside the warm, velvety cavern of her mouth.
Tom grunted in pleasure as he hoisted his loins into her face, lifting his head to watch the lovely girl's cock-stretched mouth. Just the sight of the hard rod of flesh sinking between her widely ovalled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. His penis was still wet and slippery from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like a wet log along the part she had not yet taken between her soft lips. She manipulated the sensitive skin of his testicles gently with her one hand and stroked the broad base of his cock between the thumb and second knuckle on the forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on the stiff rigid pole.
Susan sensed his increasing excitement and began to suck harder, twirling her smooth pointed tongue titillating around the moistly seeping stickiness of the bulbous head. He felt the sharp tips of her teeth digging into the turgid skin, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the surface. Then, without removing her mouth from his jerking cock, she quickly shifted position over his thigh and knelt down on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, jerking his loins tighter up into her face. Her tongue darted out, swiping around and around the pulsing blood-filled head furiously until Tom felt it nearing the bursting point. She took almost the whole of his throbbing penis deep into her throat, beginning to suck steadily and swallowing more and more of his fiery hardness as though she were trying to choke herself.
Tom stared down at her face as his long rigid shaft of flesh began to fuck faster and faster in and out of Susan's widely stretched mouth. The sight alone was almost enough to drive him insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up into her laboring face until it looked as though she would completely consume the rampaging cock that was ramming even further into her throat. All of his huge penis seemed to disappear into her mouth with each new powerful thrust" he made until finally only the thick white base of it showed glistening and wet and white, protruding from her distended lips. She was gorged with the pulsing blood-filled flesh but she kept on and on with her sucking.
"Suck it, girl ... keep sucking my cock," he hissed breathlessly through tightly clenched teeth as he felt pressure building up deep in his bloated, aching balls, and he knew that they would soon spill out their contents into her warm wet mouth.
Tom could see rivulets of sweat running in thin glistening trails down the sides of Susan's naked body as she bucked wildly over him, sucking voraciously, her entire being focused on the labor of giving him this pleasure. Her firm rounded breasts danced and swayed under her rocking body and the spectacle incited him to increasing heights of brain-reeling passion. The muscles of his stomach glistened even more until it seemed that they would snap from the tension as he arched his back up off the ground, pushing ever farther into the pliant moistness of her warm wet mouth. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her lips as she sucked up on it. He groaned again and again, his mouth growling like crazy as he uttered incoherent mutterings that spouted like a lunatic's ravings from between his teeth.
Suddenly his moment arrived.
He gasped and a slow deep sound started from somewhere down in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin to make its nerve-shattering dash from the end of his pulsating jerking penis. Susan's mouth was flooded with burst after burst of the scalding, creamy-thick fluid, ballooning her smooth cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that she had to swallow to keep from choking, yet still mewling and crooning over his loins, driving hard into her face.
"I'm cumming, woman . . . cumming . . . suck my cock . . . suck it hard!" He rasped as his fingers tangled viciously in her hair and held her head impaled on his pulsating penis as he pushed its swollen squirting head brutally all the way down into her throat. At last, he gave a shuddering sigh and pulled himself back and out of her lips for one more final thrust.
But he missed her still-sucking mouth by a fraction of an inch when he lunged forward again. The heavy blunt head rammed brutally against the side of her face by mistake, leaving a long sticky trail of hot white cum smeared along her upper lip and right cheek.
Susan was not the least bit fazed and merely twisted her head to lock her lips greedily again over the base of his hard-throbbing shaft of flesh. She grasped the bottom of it with her fingers as she lifted her face to guide the tip back into her warm wet mouth and squeezed up on the deflating cock with her fingertips to milk out and devour every last precious drop of the white fluid.
Inch by inch, his sated cock deflated in her used and willing mouth, even though she continued the gentle sucking. A long sigh of relief escaped his lips as his head fell back onto the ground. She nibbled gently at him for a moment, her head resting softly on his thigh, and then crawled up over his body to cradle his head on her still-heaving breasts. He was too exhausted to return the gentle kiss she bent down to place on his panting lips.
"Been thinking about what you're going to do to that teacher?" Susan asked finally, as though she wanted to know what he was going to do so she could be a part of it.
"Uuuuummmmm .. ." Tom moaned. "I haven't been thinking about anything but fucking the shit out of you. I don't have to do much thinking about that tight little cunt of a teacher."
"You mean you're going to just let her get away with what she did to you?" Susan couldn't believe that, and she lifted herself up to gaze questioningly at her lover.
The scowl that came over his face frightened her, but not nearly as much as his hands gripping her long blonde hair tightly and holding her face still.
"Don't you even think that," he said in a cold tone. "Don't you even think that she's going to get away with what she did. I just said that I don't have to do much thinking, that's all. Not that I was going to let her get away with it."
The blood drained from Susan's face as she opened her eyes wide in fear. She had seen some of the things Tom did to people who made him angry, and she had no intention of having him do any of them to her.
"I. .. I'm sorry, love," she said, forcing a smile and hoping that she could calm him down. "I didn't mean that. You know I didn't mean anything like that!"
Her pleading seemed to cut through some of the ice in Tom's angry mind, and he released her hair after giving her head one violent shake. "Yeah," he said finally. "Sure, baby, I know you didn't mean it. What the fuck? That little Miss Proper had me by the balls for a moment. She's gonna wish she never come to this school. And after that, she's gonna wish she never hit me."
He ended his sentence with a smile so cruel looking that it sent shivers up and down the length of Susan's naked spine . . . and she was used to some of the smiles Tom made.
And then she smiled herself, in the same cruel way. If Tom was going to get back at Miss Fields, he would have to let her help him, and she was looking forward to taking that cunt of a teacher down a peg or two as much as Tom was. . ..
CHAPTER THREE
Maggie felt very good the next morning as she waited behind her desk for her class to begin. She was certain that her little show of strength the day before had proved to everyone that she was not going to take any lip from her students. She was here to teach them, and they were here to learn. There were no two ways about it, and to have her authority as a teacher questioned even jokingly was not going to be tolerated.
She smiled as she remembered the little talk she had had with the school administrator. She had dropped a hint or two that she might be having some problems, and he had said in a rather casually, off-handed manner that how ever she dealt with her students was all right. He seemed to recognize that she had the hardest class to teach, and he was going to back her all the way.
Hearing him say that only served to make her feel more secure in her position. No one would dare try and challenge her now . .. not with the whole of the school behind her.
She smiled, half sweetly, half haughtily as the bell rang and her class filed in. She watched as Tom Morgan took his seat, a little puzzled by his smug expression, but thinking nothing of as the rest of the people filled the class room.
Tom seemed to be watching her, waiting for her to try anything like what she had done before, as though he knew that she would really hang herself, given enough time and rope.
The rest of the class was somewhat quiet, as though they, too, were waiting for Miss Fields to make the first move. All of them had been shocked, not so much by what their teacher had done, but by who she had done it to, and everyone seemed to sense that she was going to try something like that again.
They didn't have to wait long. As Maggie began the class by asking who had done the reading, her sweetly innocent smile vanished as only a few students raised their hands. She looked around the room, seeing everyone looking back at her, as though they were wondering what she was going to do about no one having done the homework.
One girl, Diane Simpson, had raised her hand, and Maggie decided that she would begin the lesson by asking the dark-haired girl what she thought of the assignment.
"Diane," Maggie began, taking a seat on the edge of her desk and ignoring the sourly glances of the other class members. "What did you think of Lord Byron's view of life?"
Diane brushed several loose strands of her carefully combed dark hair away from her face as she looked at Maggie for a long moment, as though she were trying to think of an answer.
"I think he sucks," she said finally, her face creasing in a smile that seemed to be daring the teacher to make an issue out of what she had said.
Maggie was taken back by Diane's language, but she reasoned that it was merely a girl expressing her opinion in her own language.
"Well... I ... uh ... All right, suppose you tell me why you think that,"
"Why I think what, Miss Fields."
"Why you ... uh . . . didn't appreciate Lord Byron."
"I didn't say I didn't appreciate him," Diane answered, looking around the class and seeing that some of her classmates were smiling. "I said I thought he sucked. I can appreciate someone who sucks all right."
Maggie furrowed her brow, as though she were trying to make sense out of what Diane was saying, but it didn't make sense to her at all.
"I'm afraid ... I don't know what you mean," she said, believing that she was actually becoming engaged in a worthwhile conversation with the student on the student's level.
"Well . . . Mark over there," she said, pointing to the blonde haired boy sitting next to her, "he's quite a cunt sucker, and you can believe I appreciate that."
The whole class broke up into peels of laughter, and Maggie could feel her face reddening as she looked around and realized that she was being made fun of. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, but the blank expression on Diane's face told her that she would have to do something... and do it fast.
Slowly, she dropped from her desk to the floor and walked across the room to Diane's place, the laughter in the class finally dying down and finally stopping all together, as though the students could sense that something was going to happen.
"Are you trying to get smart with me, young lady?" Maggie asked as she towered over the sitting student.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... nnnnnooooo, Miss Fields," Diane said. "I'm just a poor dumb student who doesn't know ..."
She never got a chance to finish, for at that moment, Maggie stretched out her hand and wound her fingers tightly in the girl's dark hair, pulling her to a standing position.
"If you think I'm going to stand for insolence like that," Maggie said, bringing her face close to Diane's, "you're badly mistaken."
Diane winced in pain as Maggie shook her head several times as she spoke, and as Maggie finished, Diane saw her opening.
"So go back to your desk and sit for it," she said, keeping her eyes unblinking as she stared back at her teacher.
Maggie could feel herself losing control once again, and with one hand tightly wrapped in Diane's hair, the teacher let loose with a back hand slap that smacked across Diane's left cheek so hard that some of the students thought she might have broken Diane's jaw. Diane would have been sent reeling with the force of the blow but for the fact that Maggie's hand was still holding onto her hair. She started to slump down as her strength left her, but Maggie held her up, shaking her head violently, as though she were trying to pull it from her body.
"I want an apology," Maggie seethed, totally oblivious to everything happening around her as her face reddened again, this time with a mounting anger that threatened to spill over completely. "I want to hear you tell me you're sorry for what you said."
Whether Diane heard the teacher or not no one in the class could tell. Mark Simpson, sitting next to the girl being slapped, started to get up, ready to defend his girl-friend from the wrath of the teacher, but Tom, sitting next to Mark, placed his hands on the angry boy's shoulders. Miss Fields had made her move sooner than Tom had thought she would, and he didn't want anything spoiled by a rash action on Mark's part. Tom was beginning to see who he was going to deal with this cunt of a teacher, and Mark's actions could only spoil his plan.
Diane noticed the movement of the two boys next to her, and she saw Tom give her a little nod, indicating that she should do what the teacher said. While she didn't know what was running through Tom's head, she sensed that he was forming a plan that would vindicate her. Trusting her classmate completely, she relaxed her struggle and looked at Maggie's face.
"I'm sorry," she said, making sure that she said it loud enough so that the teacher would be satisfied.
Maggie lifted her head and smiled at the glowering female student, satisfied that she had once again made her point, that she would take no funny stuff from her class. She released her grip from Diane's hair, literally tossing the young girl back in her seat. As Maggie began walking back to her own desk, Tom stood and cleared his throat to get the attention of the class.
"Everyone," he said, speaking quickly so Maggie would not be able to interrupt him. "Nine thirty ... tonight," he said casually, calmly.
Maggie regarded him as he took his seat and folded his hands on his desk, his face creased with a boyish smile of utter innocence.
"Just what was that supposed to mean," Maggie asked, feeling, for the first time in her short career, threatened.
"That, Miss Fields, is none of your business," Tom said as politely as he could.
Maggie looked around the class, seeing the blank expressions on all her students. They were all looking at her calmly, casually, as though she were a part of the blackboard behind her.
The silence in the room was deathly. Maggie had expected that there would be a calm in the classroom after her show of strength, and she had hoped that the students would be at least a little afraid of her after what she had done.
But having them looking at her like they were now was not what she expected. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest, and her breathing became ragged through her teeth.
"I hope we can all settle down now and get to work," she told them. "I believe we were talking about Lord Byron."
Her words were met with blank stares. Maggie could feel her palms sweating as she clenched and unclenched her hands.
"I noticed that there were several other hands . . . people who had done the work. Who wants to begin talking?"
No one moved. Maggie stared at her students for a full five minutes, and she finally decided that if they were going to give her the silent treatment like this, she could be just as bad.
"All right," she said, closing her book and taking a seat behind her desk. "Suppose we all just sit here until the bell rings. I have things that I can get done. It's no skin off my nose if you ignorant people don't want to learn."
She noticed that several students stiffened at that, but for the most part, they remained a quiet, strictly disciplined group. What ever it was that Tom had said seemed to galvanize them into one unit.
Time passed slowly for Maggie as she opened up her notebook and continued the letter she had started the day before, when she had kept Tom after school. She really didn't have all that much to say, and she realized that it was little more than a face saving gesture on her part, but she would be damned if she let this bunch of hoodlums know that.
Silently, she breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang, ending her first period. Her next class, some twenty fifth graders, were more frightened of her, and would do what ever she said.
Silently, in amazing order, her class of sixteen year olds filed out, no one so much as looking at her as they passed.
* * *
Everyone in the class knew what Tom had meant by what he said. It meant that a meeting of the class was going to be held in an old abandoned warehouse on the far side of town ... a huge building that had once served as a storage area when the trains came through, but had since been unused when the trains re-routed several years ago. The town had talked about tearing the building down, but since that cost money, and no one seemed to have any ideas as to what to do with the empty land, the building was left standing.
It served perfectly as a meeting place. No one ever came to this part of town, and the kids were pretty much left on their own when they were inside. The building was so huge that even if they were intruded upon, they could fall back to another section of the building.
They were not worried about being kicked out of the building, though. While they had not had very many run-ins with the local police, the kids had made it clear that that would change, should they be deprived of their meeting place. Local officials all agreed that it would be to everyone benefit if the "no trespassing" signs were ignored, and that might have had something to do with the fact that the building itself was not torn down.
Generally, the warehouse was used for little more than a gathering place where the kids would talk over what had happened during the day, agree that something would be done and then have a party. Beer was paid for out of the dues collected from all the members, and sometimes, after several kegs had been consumed and most of the women who belonged to the group had been fucked, they would go out and mug some of the winos that hung out around the skid row area.
People complained from time to time, but not much was done about it. The police were more than happy to have a little help with the winos in that area, and the group had actually increased the sobriety of the area. No one wanted to be caught drunk by a bunch of kids, then beaten and mugged. In their own strange way, the kids had actually cleaned up the area.
But they were not concerned with their neighborhood at the moment. There was an air of solemnity in the abandoned warehouse now as Tom lit several candles. They were the only light in the huge building, and the shimmering shadows they cast on the distant walls added to the eerie setting. Most of the class had come to the meeting called by Tom during the class, and as they sipped on their beers, they waited in silence as their accepted leader looked at them, Susan sitting on his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Look," he said, "we were all willing to give the Fields woman a chance, right?"
"Right, Tom."
"And she blew it. Twice. I say we show her a lesson."
"Yeah," agreed Diane. "Shit, man, she acted like she wanted to pull my fuckin' head off, for Christ's sake."
"No one does that to my woman and gets away with it," Mark volunteered. "I wanna personally get my hands on her." He banged one fist into his open palm, and the resounding echo cracked through the whole building, startling Susan slightly.
"Getting scared, cunty love?" Tom smiled at her.
"Me? You kiddin' or something? I wanna get my hands on her too. She hit my man, lover, or did you forget that?"
A low throaty chuckle came from deep within Tom's throat. "No way, cunty. I'll never forget that she hit me. I plan to see that she gets everything she's got coming to her."
"What are we gonna do?" asked Bill Merrile, a generally quiet boy, a good head taller than Tom, and probably as strong. Tom wasn't fooled by Bill's general silence. When the time came, Bill could be there as much as anyone. He just didn't make a point of telling everyone what he thought.
"First of all," Tom said, "I gotta know that we're all in this together."
"We're with ya, Tom," several people said at once. They all knew that their time for getting hit by that new teacher could come at any moment. As brave as they thought they were, they didn't like the thought of a smart-ass teacher telling them what to think, and then hitting them in front of the class when they didn't think like she wanted.
"All right then," Tom said, standing and pushing Susan off his lap. "This is what we're gonna do."
He spoke softly, quietly and calmly. No one dared interrupt him, especially when they saw just how serious he really was. Occasionally, his words punctuated by gasps and nervous giggles.
When he was finished, he asked for questions.
Even the more hard-boiled members of the group never dreamed that Tom could be pushed so far as to act in the way he outlined to them. Those who had not yet fallen under Maggie Field's heavy hand were a little frightened at actually going through with what Tom wanted to do. They had never even considered going this far before, and should they be caught. ..
But after what Tom had told them, they were more afraid of him than they were of the parents and police. There were no questions.
Tom leaned back on his heels, a smile of satisfaction on his face. "I guess that takes care of everything then," he said, looking around the room, trying to judge if any of the people there would back down when things got tough. He decided that everyone would come through all right. That was the motto of the gathering... their reason for banding together. Hurt one of them and you hurt them all.
"All right," Tom said, suddenly enthusiastic. "Now . . . suppose we get the party going."
There was a cheer as everyone began ripping off their clothes, each running to their mates. Someone blew out the candles, and the warehouse was instantly cast into a laugh-filled darkness.
* * *
They hate me, Maggie thought as she stood under the shower. They hate me, they hate me, they hate me, and I'm going to show every one of them.
She hardly noticed the hot water running off her softly rounded shoulders, splashing against her breasts and belly.
All she could think about was the way her English class had stared at her, almost as though they were all daring her to try something.
Well, if they think I'm going to be afraid of them, she thought as she absent mindedly soaped her lush, vibrant body, they have another thing coming. I'm going to make them like me. I'll beat them within an inch of their life ...
She became vaguely aware that she was no longer in her classroom, but was instead in her shower, washing off the grime and sweat of the muggy day. She felt strangely calm as she pictured the smiling face of Tom Morgan . . . pictured it changing from a smile to a look of shock as her hand streaked through the air and slapped against his cheek. In her mind, she towered over the young boy, her hands gripping his hair so hard that she pulled out strands as she struck him again and again and again, turning his face into a bleeding mass of flesh.
And in her mind, that bleeding mass of flesh was changed from Tom Morgan to David Orin . . . the man who had tried to fuck her.
She smiled to herself as she closed her eyes, oblivious to the running water, and pictured herself standing over David, his long, thick cock jutting out from his muscled, hairy loins, drops of his semen still glistening at the end as he came toward her, holding his penis like a weapon. She saw him raising his hand in her mind, then saw him stop as she lashed out with her own, catching him completely by surprise.
Then she saw her own naked body running after him as he fell backward across the bed in her dorm room. He raised his hand to defend himself, but she surprised him even further by turning her back to him and bending over, presenting him a full view of her firmly fleshed buttocks.
"I've been a bad girl," she said in her thoughts. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Now you have to punish me."
David's face turned from fear to happiness as he approached her, his cock seeming to grow larger and larger with every step he took. Maggie braced herself as he raised his hand .. .
And nothing happened.
She opened her eyes and felt, with a bitter disappointment, only the water of her scalding shower beating against her ripe body.
She looked down over her water-slicked nakedness, noting that her breasts were sensitive and swollen with passion, that her nipples were large and distended ...
She could feel her cunt starting to tingle, the way it had been tingling that night so long ago.
She tried to make the tingling go away by turning off the water and stepping out of her stall, but her motions only caused her passion-flushed vaginal lips to rub against each other, increasing the sensations of arousal. She reached for her towel, wanting to dry down and get into bed before the feelings got so out of hand that she would never be able to control herself.
Once again, as it had that night in her dorm room, the contact of the towel against her sensitized flesh brought about a lascivious feeling that she did not want. She hurriedly patted herself dry and raced nakedly toward her bed, trying to think of her students instead of what she was doing to herself.
As she slipped her naked slightly wet body between the sheets of her single bed, though, she found that dwelling on her students only intensified the sensations slashing through her too-long empty loins. She thought of the power she had exerted over Tom Morgan, and the domination of David over her, both memories increasing the fire in her vagina. She could almost feel David's penis resting against her thigh again, as it had the last time they had seen each other. She could almost feel the heated wetness of his scalding semen spewing against her ere am-white flesh, covering her twitching thighs.
She would show them. She would show them all!
"So I'm a prude, am I," she said out loud in her nearly dark room. She gave out a throaty chuckle, and whipped the blankets back from her relentlessly hungry body in a gesture of defiance, smiling as she looked down at herself in the subdued light. Yes, she knew she was lovely. Many men had told her so, but she wanted to have nothing to do with them. They only wanted her for one reason ... the venting of their lust! And she would have none of it!
She could almost see it now, her mind projecting Tom Morgan as a cowering little boy completely under her control, begging her not to hit him again.
Maggie trembled on her bed now, troubled by the sexual arousal such a thought brought her. As she continued to lie in her bed, her stomach involuntarily churning with a series of fluttery sensations as the image of David's penis flashed again and again through her mind, she smiled to herself. She was getting back at David by hitting Tom, and she liked that idea. All men were the same, she was certain.
She hated herself for thinking that she could actually want David's cock touching her. As she closed her eyes, David was on top of her, his breath, and tongue hot in her ear, his rock-hard cock just inside the warm trembling lips of her heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. She could see herself straining up toward him, the muscles on her inner thighs and buttocks tensing as she gratefully worked more of his lust-swollen penis inside her voracious cunt, her womb wantonly accepting the great, long, wonderful length . ..
A tender aching now had begun in the heated depths of her pulsing vagina as Maggie could almost feel David's imagined penetration. Without knowing what she was doing, she raised her hand and touched her painfully heaving breasts, rubbing her hard nipples with her thumb and forefinger and finding that they were still rigid. Her moving fingers intensified further the throbbing ache in her loins and the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly puckering pussy lips.
Maggie was too aroused to deny it any longer. If only someone would come to her door, like David had that night so long ago ...
But no one came. Silently, as though she did not want to disturb anyone who might be watching, she continued to caress her own aching breasts, giving in to her physical urgency, her hot need growing like a cancer in her heaving loins and belly. The waves of her remembered encounter with David came back stronger than ever. ..
He was kneeling over her, his hand repeatedly slapping against her buttocks, his penis occasionally making contact with her body here and there, her own helplessly quivering form riding higher and higher to that point of orgasm . ..
Maggie's hand increased its frantic caressing of her rapidly rising and falling breast, while the other hand dropped to between her now widely splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly quivering vaginal lips until she was merely overwhelmed with the wildly erotic sensations.
Her slippery middle finger came into heated contact with the trembling erection of her clitoris, and she gasped in total abandonment, thrashing nakedly on the bed with shameless desires ruling her body. Faster and faster her hand rubbed her hotly seething vagina, her mind a torrent of David's hand slapping her soundly across her ass while she reacted by slapping Tom.
Her hand massaged her breast in teasing circles, her legs scissoring open and closing slowly, exposing the moistly glistening slit of her vagina nestled teasingly in the sparse brown hair softly curling between her thighs. Sheer wanton desire reflecting in her eyes.
She let her quivering legs fall apart, exposing to the cool air of her room the shadowy cleft between her thighs. Her fingers crawled to the half-parted vaginal lips to spread them slowly and then inserted her middle finger into the wetly glistening mouth of her pussy, stroking her clitoris at the same time. Her heated movements on the bed increased as she plunged yet another finger into her steaming cuntal hole without even thinking about it. .. and then a third finger, all three disappearing in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from her lust-tightened lips.
Maggie had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched now as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove animal grunts of forbidden pleasure from deep in her throat as the madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making soft sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was red, straining for a climax . . . the same climax she had had when David was spanking her, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped faster and faster, harder and deeper in and out of her hungry, needing loins.
Her eyes snapped open suddenly, but she did not know they were open. She was caught up in the vision of David spanking her again and again. In her mind, she thought she screamed . . . cried out her orgasm . ..
But in her bedroom, her mouth merely opened, and no sound came out as she felt her hand and deeply plunged fingers at last flooded with a heated, sticky fluid. She groaned silently as she arched her ravenous young cunt even harder up to her frantic fingers. Her breath went out of her as she felt a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across her lust-filled body.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh .. ." she softly exhaled as she imagined it was David's spanking bringing on the orgasm.
As her climax began to ebb, Maggie's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and wetly bursting pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut, as sanity returned to her deviled mind, erasing the image she had formed. In its place came shame and guilt... the knowledge that she had brought this on herself.
She could feel tears coming to her eyes. After she had so long fought the urges of her body, she had finally succumbed to demands that were beyond her.
Instantly, she knew what was wrong with her. She had allowed those students to get the better of her. She had let them get the upper hand. Oh, sure, she realized that she had punished a few of them, but the rest of them .. .
She knew, she just knew that the rest of them were laughing behind her back. They all thought that they were so smart.. . making fun of her and all she was trying to do for them. They hadn't even given her a chance. They just thought right away that they wouldn't like the things she had to teach them.
Well. . . she would show them. They had made her masturbate ... caused her to defile herself. She would get back at them all, and nothing was going to stand in her way.
As these thoughts rippled through her mind, she found a peaceful relaxation setting in, and little by little, her twitching muscles calmed. Her body began to drift and a drowsiness came over her. She felt herself floating into a deep lingering sleep, then a warm claret of slumber .. .
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, Friday, passed quickly for Maggie, and she had a pretty good idea why. Her first period English class never showed up.
In a way, it made her a little unhappy that she was sitting in front of some thirty three empty seats for nearly an hour. She had made up her mind that she was going to show the whole lot of them who the boss was in the class, and their absence made that impossible. Still, she had been on edge right up to the time class was supposed to start. When the bell rang and no one came into the room, she smiled in a sadistic manner, knowing the kids had really stepped out of line this time.
She spent the entire class period filling out slips for each and every one of the students, going through her class book and marking their names as she recommended school punishment for each and every one of them. "Absent without excuse" . . . Absent without excuse" .. . Absent without excuse" .. . She took a great delight in filling out one for Tom, when she got to his name in her book, feeling a slight tingling in her loins when she recommended him for the strictest possible punishment, and another delight when she filled in Diane Simpson's name.
She would get them ... she would get them all. This time they had really gone too far. If they thought they were making her angry by not showing up, they had another thing coming.
Without the disruptive influence of her first period class, she found the rest of the day more relaxing, and she was better able to handle the younger grades. Since most of her energies had usually been spent on keeping her other classes in line. By the end of the-day, the word spread through the school grape-vine that Miss Fields was really in a bad mood, and that the kids had better watch out.
The truth was, though, that Maggie had never felt better. Without Tom and his class on her mind all day, she could really devote her time and concepts of discipline to the other students who seemed to be trying at every turn to get the better of her.
By the end of the day, she was looking forward to the weekend and a well-deserved rest. She hoped that she did not do over the week-end what she had done the night before this .. . dwell on either David or Tom and allow her hands to wander down between her legs. . . making her lose control as she slipped finger after finger into her demanding vagina. .. bringing her those lascivious sensations she had tried her entire life to avoid.
She was whistling a little tune to herself as she wandered through the halls of the school at the end of the day. She felt so good that she was certain she would not succumb to the perversion of masturbation. Tom should stay out of school more often, she thought to herself as she smiled good-bye to the cleaning lady.
Walking through the parking lot, she ignored the passing cars full of either students or teachers. She was feeling so good that she didn't care about anything. She decided that she would make plans for the week-end as soon as she got home . . . maybe take a little trip and get away for a couple of days.
She started her engine and began to drive off, when she noticed that her car was not responding at all. It moved as though she were not driving on smooth, flat concrete, but through syrup.
Turning off her motor, she got out and looked, frowning when she saw that the left front tire was flat. For a moment, she didn't know what she was going to do, and in that moment, she happened to look at the left rear tire.
It, too, was flat.
Bending down to get a closer look at it, she noticed that it was not only flat, it had been slashed, as had her front tire.
She narrowed her eyes in thought as she walked around to the other side of the car, noticing that all her tires had been slashed.
This was going too far. She knew, even before she thought about it, that Tom and his friends had done it. No wonder they hadn't shown up for class! They had been too busy destroying her property!
After her first sensation of despair passed, she formed a tight little smile, knowing that she was really going to get them for this. She might not be able to prove at the moment that Tom had anything to do with this, but she was certain that who ever had must have left fingerprints on her car, and she was going to press for everything she could get from whoever those fingerprints belonged to.
She looked around the parking lot, seeing that it was nearly empty as teachers and students hurried home for the week-end. She began to seethe with hatred. Her own week-end was already being spoiled, and she wasn't going to stand for it. She knew that there was a phone in the school, but she reasoned the school building would probably be locked. Getting someone to let her in would be no problem, but she decided that she wanted to keep an eye on her car. .. just in case there were some members of Tom's little group watching her. If they would slash her tires, there was no telling how much farther they would go.
Then she remembered that there was an outside phone booth-one that she could use and still keep an eye on her car.
She started walking toward it, feeling a little nervous at being the only one left in the parking lot as the last car left, the people inside waving automatically to her as they sped past.
Fishing through her purse, she looked for a dime as she tried to remember the number of the AAA, of which she was a member.
While her mind was on other things, she hardly noticed a movement just outside the phone booth . . .
UNTIL THE DOOR WAS FORCED OPEN AND A STRONG, SWEATY HAND WAS CLAPPED OVER HER MOUTH!!!
She dropped her purse and tried to struggle against the man who had now entered the booth and was trying to pull her out.
"You just keep quiet, cunt," she heard a hissing voice whisper in her ear. "You ain't going anywhere unless I say so."
She recognized the voice as belonging to Mark Hendricks, and she stiffened with her mounting fear, believing that if she struggled hard enough she might be able to break away from the tightly clasping over her mouth.
She was dragged from the phone booth despite her struggles, and the hand over her mouth was so large that it covered her nose as well, making breathing difficult. Her eyes were wide open in fear as she twisted this way and that, trying with all her strength to break free. It was useless, however, Mark towered over her, and she could feel his arm tensing as all his strength was transferred to his sweaty hand. She kicked at his chins, and was slightly relieved when she landed a well placed kick just below his knee-cap.
Mark was not going to be daunted, though. Either he didn't notice pain or was ignoring it in his own determination to drag her to .. .
To where? His pulling on her caused her legs to fall out from under her, and she started to fall, being held up by Mark as he pulled her farther and farther away from the phone booth.
Both his hands were on her now as he tried to hold her steady. Her thrashing in fear seemed useless against his powerful strength, but she could feel his hand starting to slip from her face. For a moment, she thought there might be a little hope, until Mark managed to spin her around so she was facing him.
"God damn it, cunt, I told you to keep quiet," he said casually as he brought his hand far behind him and swung out, nearly breaking her jaw with the force of his blow.
Maggie felt her consciousness slipping away as all her strength left her. She barely heard the squealing of tires right next to her, and her last memory was of being stuffed into a smoke-filled, cigarette smelly car...
* * *
Cold water was poured over her head, reviving her. Her face was still stinging and her head was spinning as she slowly opened her eyes and looked around.
The first thing she noticed was that she was tied to a chair. Her feet were free, but her hands had been wrenched behind her back and tied tightly with thin rope. Her fingers were numb, letting her know that the ropes were so tight that blood was being prevented from reaching her fingers.
She breathed deeply, her full breasts heaving as she fought to regain consciousness. Her shoulder-length brown hair was wet as it rested against her water-soaked blouse, and there was a trickle of water running down her forehead into her left eye, making seeing a little difficult.
As her eyes managed to focus, she could see that she was in a large, seemingly deserted room in front of a table. There was a candle on the table, offering little light. She shook her head, feeling as though she were just waking up from a dream as slowly, she saw more and more in the room.
On the other side of the table was her entire English class, some looking at her with grim expressions on their faces, some smiling with expressions that sent chills of fear running up and down the length of her spine.
Tom Morgan was smiling as he watched her, his elbows resting on the table, the tips of his fingers pressing lightly against each other in front of his cruelly smiling lips.
When she saw him, Maggie began to realize that she was in danger. She struggled against her bonds, only increasing the chaffing they were causing her wrists.
"Good afternoon, Miss Fields," Tom said in a sarcastic voice. "Nice to have you with us. .. especially since we missed you this morning."
"You swine . . . you filth!" Maggie spat at him, still struggling against her bonds.
"I don't think that's nice," Tom said, rising from his seat and leaning over the table, looking directly into her widening brown eyes. "I don't think that's nice at all. And it's not very smart either."
Maggie pursed her lips and said nothing. Somehow, she began to think that there might be a reason for all this ... that being kidnapped like this was in some way related to what she had done to herself the night before... a punishment dealt out by some authority that rules the universe. Tom and his friends were merely agents of that authority. That thought offered her a little consolation, but not very much.
"This might come as a shock to you, Miss Fields, but we believe in justice. You are going to be tried by us, and should you be found innocent, we'll be more than happy to let you go and forget about this whole thing."
Maggie barely heard him. In addition to the fear running rampant through her body and mind, she was thinking more and more about how she had fingered her vagina the night before in a fit of utter weakness. She had been powerless to stop herself then. How could she possible be found innocent? She knew, even if these students did not, that she was guilty. She might be able to fool them, but she would never be able to fool herself.
Tom knew nothing of what was running through Maggie's mind, and he couldn't have cared less. As Maggie sat at one end of the table, watching the class members gathering around Tom, she sneered at them. To think that these.. . people were going to try her threatened to turn her stomach. They had no right. They were as guilty as she was. She had no real proof, of course, but she was pretty sure that some of the boys had been having sexual relations with some of the women. Tom and his kind always did.
"I'll go first," Tom said, addressing the gathering. "Miss Fields, did you hit me?"
Maggie said nothing.
Tom shook his head and smiled. "Silence won't get you anywhere," he told her. "I have witnesses. People, did anyone see this cunt of a teacher hit me?"
Everyone said that they had.
"And did anyone see me hit her first?"
Again the answer was unanimous that he hadn't.
"Diane, did the Fields woman hit you?"
"You bet your cock she did," Diane said, smiling as she chewed on her gum.
"And did you hit her first?"
"No, sir," she said, talking to Tom, but smiling at the teacher still trying to break free from her bonds. Everything was happening so fast that she couldn't think of anything to say.
"Anybody think she's innocent?"
No one said anything.
"Anyone think she's guilty?"
Everyone did.
Tom looked at Maggie and shrugged his shoulders, as though the whole matter was out of his hands.
"Sorry, Miss Fields," he said, fishing a smoke from his pack on the table. "I tried the best I could, but you saw what happened. You can't say you didn't get a fair trial."
There were a few giggles and chuckles that echoed in the large empty room, but most of the faces were grim and frightening as they looked at the tied woman in the chair.
"We happen to think that justice should be swiftly carried out," Tom said, turning away from Maggie and walking from the table. "As it happens, we have the necessary equipment to do that."
Maggie tried to follow him with her eyes. Her head was still spinning a little, and she really couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She noticed that four of the boys in her class were coming toward her, two on each side. As they stood next to her, a fifth bent down behind her and began untying the ropes which held her to the chair. Then the four boys gripped her arms tightly and pulled her to a standing position, their fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of her shoulders and arms.
Again she tried to struggle, but this time she sensed that nothing she did would get her out of the room.
"Wha .. . what are you . . . going to ... do . . ." she asked in a faltering voice as she looked rapidly from one side to the other, seeing the sadistic smiles on the faces of the boys holding her.
They were silent though as one of them began running his hand along her shoulder, down her chest, inching closer and closer to her heaving breast. He seemed lost in a trance of his own as his hand finally made contact with the swelling mound, and he kneaded it through the layers of cloth of Maggie's blouse and bra.
"Get your hands off me," she hissed to him, as though she actually expected him to obey.
With his palm cupping her breast, the boy merely looked at her, smiling slightly as his fingers tightened on her quivering mound . .. getting tighter and tighter all the while until Maggie began to wince in pain. She could feel her nipple starting to swell, becoming more and more sensitive with this debasement.
"I wonder what it looks like without her blouse, John," a boy on her other side said.
"Well, now, suppose we just find out," John answered as his hand left her breast and ran through the valley of her mounds to the top of the blouse. He slipped a finger just above the top button and with a heave, ran his powerful hand straight down, popping all the buttons and tearing the garment open, revealing the white lacy bra which still covered her rounded breasts.
"Awwww . . . look at that," John said. "The lady wears a bra. I can't think of anyone who still does that."
For the first time since she had been revived, Maggie began to sense a real and chilling fear. Was she going to be raped? Was this going to be a repeat of what had happened with David?
It began to look that way to Maggie, and the thought of having a man's penis entering her body there, between her legs, filled her with such terror that she began to writhe and squirm with all her strength, desperately seeking escape.
The four people holding her made that impossible, and she ceased her thrashing instantly as one of the boys holding her wrapped his hand around her face to hold her steady, again covering her mouth and nose and making breathing next to impossible.
"Will you dig this," John said to no one in particular. "The lady doesn't like to have a hand on her titties. Maybe if I show her how nice it feels she'll change her mind."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out something Maggie did not at first recognize. There was the swish and click of metal, her eyes opened in glazed fear as she saw the shimmering of a razor-sharp blade slowly turning in front of her face. She froze in terror as she stared at the blade, coming closer and closer to her quivering belly.
"I don't like bras," John said softly. "One reason I don't like them is because they're too hard to get off."
Maggie stiffened as she felt the tip of the knife pressing lightly against her lower chest, the icy steel touching her making her heart skip a beat. She couldn't lower her head enough to see what he was doing, but she felt the point moving up along her goose-pimply flesh just light enough so as not to cut her, but hard enough to leave a trail of white.
She felt the tip of the switch blade slipping in under the bottom of her bra and continue upward as though the bra were made of butter. The finely honed blade sliced through the cloth of the bra through the deeply fleshed cleft of the twin mounds until it had cut all the way to the top, the two cups spreading apart as he breasts fell to either side. The shoulder straps slipped off her softly rounded shoulders, and her breasts slipped out of their protective cups, finally exposed to the cool air of the nearly dark room.
"Say," one of the boys holding her said. "I like her tits. I think she has really nice tits, don't you?"
While several hands were busy removing the now useless garment from her body, other hands were roaming over her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her swollen, distended nipples as hard as they could, causing Maggie to moan in increasing pain against the hand covering her mouth. She closed her eyes and felt several tears of pain and fear oozing from the corners of her eyes. Everything seemed like a bad dream to her. This couldn't be happening!
"I'll bet she has a real nice cunt to go with those tits," a hoarse voice whispered in her ear. "What do ya say, Teach? You think you got a real nice cunt?"
The switch-blade moved lightly down her exposed belly toward the top of her skirt hem, slicing through that as easily as it had sliced through her bra, and Maggie felt cool air suddenly wafting against her nearly exposed loins as her skirt fell open and down around her ankles.
"Awww . .. will you look at this," John said as he pulled his knife away from her and bent down so that his face was opposite her panty-covered vagina. "A bra and panties. How nice. You sure make it hard for a man to get at you, don't you?"
Maggie stiffened again and fought with all her might against the arms holding her as she felt John's fingers slipping through the top of her panties and pulling them down over the smooth roundness of her well-fleshed thighs.
A blast of cold air against her quivering vaginal lips caused her to gasp through the hand covering her mouth and nose, and she tried to clench her thighs protectively together as John extended his middle finger and ran it lightly along the hair-rimmed flanges of her exposed pussy.
"Can you believe this woman?" he said, looking up to the boys still holding her. "She's all wet and ready for fucking."
The low, throaty chuckles of the people holding her let Maggie know that there was no escape for her.
"Come on, will ya?" Tom said in an impatient voice. "There'll be plenty of time for that. We got all week-end to get into her. Right now, we got work to do."
The sensation of the unwanted finger leaving her vagina caused Maggie to open her eyes. She vaguely heard what Tom had said, and she wondered what he meant by it.
THE SHARP CRACK OF A BULLWHIP ECHOING THROUGH THE ROOM DRAINED ALL THE BLOOD FROM MAGGIE'S FACE!
"Get her over here," Tom said, his cigarette still dangling from his lips.
This had to be it, Maggie thought. She was being punished for what she had done to herself. She should have known better. The only other time she had considered fingering her vagina, she had been punished by David. This time, she had actually done that thing which she knew in her heart was wrong. She had brought herself pleasure . . . something she had been taught was totally wrong, and now she would have to pay the consequences of her actions.
She deserved to be whipped like this. .. like the common animal she was. She could stand it. She had to stand it. It was her payment for what she had done. As long as she didn't have to take a cock up into her seething vagina, she could stand anything.
Even though she believed she deserved what was happening to her, she instinctively resisted. As her naked body was dragged across the room, she thrashed and twisted against the four men holding her hands tightly behind her back.
It was useless. Almost as though she were meekly going along with them, the much stronger boys pressed her face first against a wall, then pulled her hands out on either side of her, stretching them as far as they could.
"Make sure she's tied up good and tight," Tom said, his voice betraying the pleasure he was feeling at the moment. He watched with a calm coolness with the twenty foot whip dangling lightly from his right hand as Maggie's hands were nearly wrenched from her shoulders. First her right, and then her left wrist were fastened securely to eye-screws in the wall. She was allowed just a little movement, and even though she knew she was tied securely, she still tried to get away, not wanting to accept the punishment she felt she deserved.
Tom moved close to her and placed his hand on her buttocks, inserting his middle finger through the hairless crevice as he patted her soft, quivering buttocks lightly.
"Say," Tom said as he pressed his face close to Maggie's ear. "They weren't kidding when they said you had a nice ass."
Maggie hardly heard what he was telling her. As soon as his hand came into contact with her ass, she could feel a recurrence of the feelings she had brought upon herself the night before. She hoped that he would spank her right then and there . . . that he would punish her for enjoying those things she knew she shouldn't have. She could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment as Tom's hand patted her again and again .. . not enough to cause her the pain she wanted, but just enough to let her know that he could.
God, she thought, hit me. Hurt me. Punish me for what I did to myself last night.. . punish me for fingering my vagina!
As though he heard her thoughts, Tom chuckled and stepped back, still dangling the whip from his right hand.
She felt the desired tip of the whip running lightly along her quiveringly exposed ass cheeks, and she braced herself for the pain she so richly deserved.
With the speed of a thought, the tip of the whip was no longer touching her, and she heard the smooth, sharp leather slicing through the air . . .
AND FELT IT LANDING SOUNDLY ACROSS HER THIGHS, JUST BELOW THE HALF-MOONS OF HER FLESHY BUTTOCKS!!
The sharp stinging pain was a blessing to her as she sensed the leather slicing through her smooth, cream-white flesh, cutting deeply into her tender, sensitive flesh and causing a thin trail of her heated blood to begin trickling down the backs of her legs.
She shuddered against the wall, her face wracked with the pain of her punishment, and her lips smiling as she reveled in the pain it brought her.
She slumped down, still held up by the tight ropes wrapped around her wrists as she hung her head in her shame, delighting in the sensation of the blood pouring from her wound and mentally begging Tom to whip her again.
He did, this time lashing the razor-sharp point of his whip skillfully between her thighs and causing it to slice through her vaginal slit, where she had wickedly fucked herself with her fingers the night before. The hardened, expanded bud of her excited little clitoris seemed to take the full brunt of the point of the whip, and the pain which slashed through her seething, rapidly moistening loins brought her to her senses with a pain-conscious clarity. She remembered what she had done to herself... remembered the sensations she had engendered in her very loins as she plunged her fingers deeper and deeper into her near-exploding cunt. The force of the second whipping caused her to bang her face against the wall, and she twisted her head so that she could better breath. The last thing she wanted to do was become unconscious. She wanted to experience every moment of pain being inflicted on her.
Tom brought his hand back again, lashing his brutal whip straight across Maggie's back this time, noting that with every lash, he was slicing through her tender, smooth flesh, drawing small rivulets of blood, which ran down her body like a sheet of warm, sticky crimson.
The rest of the class watched in utter silence, as though they were waiting their turn to get their hands on the woman who had publicly embarrassed them.
Again and again, Tom lashed out with his whip, as though he had been practicing all his life for just this moment. The empty warehouse was filled with the hissing of the whip searing through the air and the resounding "crack" as it made painful, torturing contact with Maggie's reddening flesh. Tom started whipping her upper thighs, just above the knees of the helplessly tied woman, inching his way up toward her buttocks. With each lashing, he sliced off another chunk of flesh, until the entire back of his teacher was a glistening mass of bloody flesh. He had to look carefully to find where had cut through her skin and where lie hadn't.
Time seemed to stand still for Maggie as she silently received each and every one of Tom's blows on her naked back and ass. Each time he whipped her, she prayed that he would do it again . . . and do it harder. She couldn't get out of her mind what she had done to herself. As pain seared through her thighs and buttocks, the mental image of what she had done to herself in her bedroom became more and more clear, and with that clarity came the realization that she had to be punished for her actions. She couldn't have done it herself. She had to rely on other people to discipline her for what she had done.
The front of her body was covered with sweat now, and her hair was a tangled mass of blood and sweat coated-brown. She could no longer stand under her own power, and she bent her legs at her blood-covered knees, her out-stretched arms pulled painfully at her shoulders, constricting her lungs and making breathing difficult. Even this was an added blessing, since she could take air into her lungs only with body-wracking pain.
Tom was merciless with his blows. Each time his whip blasted against her blood-soaked back, it caused splashing, which sent drops of her blood reaching around to her belly and face.
How many times Tom whipped her Maggie was at a loss to know, but each skin-tearing blow she received brought her that much closer to the cleansing she knew she had to have.
Finally, disappointingly, Tom stopped. His blows had had a rhythmic pattern to them, and when he broke that pattern, Maggie knew that he was finished.
"Hey, Tom," one of the students said. "Whatcha stoppin' for?"
Tom walked away from the battered woman and lit a cigarette before he spoke.
"I stopped 'cause my arm's getting a little tired," he said. "John . . . suppose you splash a little water on the lady's back and ass. I'd like to see if I did all right by her."
John's chuckle was both a balm and a further torture in Maggie's mind. There was a short moment during which Maggie savored the constant searing, boiling pain in her skin. It seemed to her that there wasn't a square inch of her flesh left between her knees and her ass, and could she have found the strength to speak, she would have begged Tom to continue with his beating. She wanted him to remove all the flesh from her back . .. wanted him to strip her of all her skin, right down to the naked bone of her spine. She knew he would never be able to bring her enough punishment for what she had done, but she wanted him to try as hard as he could.
As John splashed water on her body, removing the caked, dried blood from her freely-flowing lacerations, she heard everyone whistle with appreciation at the chaotic crisscrossing of deeply cut red lines contrasting with what was left of her cream-white flesh. The cold water poured on her sensitive skin was like another thirty lashings in the pain it brought to her uncountable exposed nerve endings ... an icy bath of wanted affliction that served as a further reminder that she had been deservedly punished.
The frigid bath that washed away her wounds caused her to gasp aloud with the strange combination of pleasure and pain keeping her conscious as she hung limply by her wrists. Her head was turned to one side as she fought for breath, her once lovely body now a tattered mass of aching, harshly stinging flesh that quivered and begged for more punishment.
As pain throbbed through her system with the beating of her heart, she was vaguely aware of people talking behind her. She could almost feel their eyes focusing on her nakedness, and their voices seemed far and distant, as though she were only dreaming that this was happening to her.
"When are we gonna get a chance at her?" she heard a male voice ask.
"After Diane is through with her," Tom said with determined authority. "Diane and me, we got a score to settle with the teacher-cunt. The rest of you are just gonna help me teach her a lesson."
Maggie felt her heart sink as she heard Tom's words. She wanted to be whipped by each and every one of her students. . . wanted them to rain heavy, flesh-slashing blows on her body. She was certain that two people whipping her would never be enough punishment for what she had done.
Her thinking was a little difficult because of the constant pain searing like hot, burning coals in her thighs, ass and back. She didn't know what they were all waiting for. She had never been so helpless in her life, and she wanted all of them to take advantage of her like this. She could still feel their eyes resting on her, and she wanted them to continue with their whipping. They couldn't be finished. PLEASE GOD... DON'T HAVE THEM BE FINISHED!! her mind screamed.
She wanted to cry tears of sorrow when she suddenly felt strong, brutal hands pulling at the ends of the ropes which held her to the wall. Other hands slipped around behind her and under her arms, supporting her from the back as she started to fall to the floor.
Her nearly limp body was turned around so that she was facing the class. She could see that they were all smiling at her, laughing as though they didn't know she wanted them to continue beating her until she passed out... at the very least! Could it be that they were all through with her?
Through glazed eyes, she saw that Tom was handing Diane his whip, and that the dark haired girl was looking with a sadistic grin on her face at the drawn-out face of her teacher. John emptied another bucket of water over Maggie's head, bringing the teacher to instant life and awareness. Diane moved in close to the nakedly shivering woman and sneered as she spoke.
"Tom says I'm next, Miss Fields, but I like to have a clean slate when I do my work. I don't want there to be any doubt in your mind as to who did what to you."
Diane was dangling the whip lightly, threateningly from her hand as she spoke, letting Maggie see the once-pure brown leather strap, now stained a sickening red with her blood. She could feel her body fluids dripping to the floor along the backs of her legs as she was supported by one of the boys in her class as Diane spoke.
"What you did to me was pretty bad, Miss Fields, and I'm planning to do something pretty bad to you in return."
Maggie opened her mouth to try and tell Diane to do it . . . whip her . . . whip her bad . .. but there was hardly enough air in her lungs to exhale. Diane smiled as she reached out with the hand that was not holding the blood-stained whip, extending her thumb and forefinger to grasp tightly Maggie's distended left nipple. Then the young girl pinched and twisted the cherry-red bud as hard as she could, as though she were trying to pull it off of Maggie's heaving breast.
The beaten teacher had never experienced pain like that in her life. Not even the recent whipping she had just received compared to the concentrated pain of Diane's vice-like fingers tearing and pulling at her nipple.
Maggie gasped in her torture and threw herself back in a reflexive gesture, but she was too weak from her whipping to do anything about it. Her eyes were blinded by tears which flowed from them as waves of unending pain blasted through her chest. Diane smiled from one comer of her mouth and emitted a low chuckle as she continued to apply pressure and twisting to Maggie's nipple bud, feeling it grow larger and even more distended as she increased her pinching.
"Something the matter?" she asked in a voice that Maggie, consumed as she was by the slashing of torture, could barely hear.
"What's that? Did I hear you tell me you want me to do this to the other nipple?"
Maggie slumped with relaxation as Diane's thumb and forefinger left her nipple, but she stiffened immediately as Diane gripped the other breast, pinching the hardening bud with all her strength and twisting it as she had the first.
Maggie was beyond all reason now. All she could think about was how she herself had massaged her breasts in her headlong rush toward masturbation. There was no part of her body that she hadn't touched with her filthy hands, and she reveled in Diane's torture even more than she had in Tom's. Diane could be the ultimate cleansing of her body and soul . . . the avenging angel to rid her of the evil pleasure she had caused herself with her own hands.
"How about both at the same time?" Diane asked as she carefully lowered the handle of the whip to the floor and reached out with both her hands, taking a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and twisting them as hard as she could, pulling at them and bending her fingers so that the edges of her nails drew blood from the incredibly sensitive buds.
Maggie opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She had her eyes opened, but she could see nothing but a blinding sheet of shimmering red between her and her torturing student.
The teacher could feel her clitoris becoming erect again, almost as though this agony ripping through her body were actually sensually exciting. She could feel herself losing consciousness as wave after wave of blinding pain slashed through her breasts, her last thought being that since she was becoming aroused, this was not enough pain. The last thing she wanted was a recurring of those sensations which had come to her the night before. She had to be punished for those feelings. She didn't want any more of them.
She was in a half-dizzy state when once again she felt her head being doused with ice cold water, reviving her.
This time she noticed that she had once again been tied to the wall, though with her back against the wall, rather than her front. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw Diane standing some ten feet from her, the blood-stained whip dangling treacherously in her right hand. All the rest of the students were behind Diane, watching with eager eyes as Maggie shook her head to clear her thoughts. She looked down the naked front of her body, seeing only the smooth flawlessness of her flat little belly and auburn cuntal down. Her nipples were tingling slightly from the squeezing Diane had given them, and she could see that they were still distended . . .
And she felt that they were very, very sensitive, the way they had been the night before, when she massaged them.
Her back and thighs in back were still stinging from the whipping Tom had given them, but she was getting used to that pain ... so much so, in fact, that she hardly noticed it any longer.
She had to have more . . . she had to be punished more. She had to be taught her lesson, and as long as the slashes in her back no longer bothered her as much as they once had, she begged Diane with her face to administer more of the whip to her.
She tried to stand up, her weakened thighs quivering as she felt ashamed that everyone was looking at her precious pussy. Some of the boys in her class, she could see even in the darkened room, had erections ... their expanded penises tenting the cloth of their pants as they gazed with increasing anticipation at her fluffy cuntal mound.
Maggie clenched her thighs, trying to cover as much of her loins from their penetrating glances as she could.
No, she thought, weeping. Anything but that. .. anything but having their penises in my vagina. That would be the crudest punishment of all. . . I would never be able to stand that. . . !
"Like I said, Miss Fields," Diane said with her lips twitching in wild, uncontrollable excitement, "I like to do things on a clean slate."
While Maggie was wondering what was taking Diane so long, the dark-haired high-school student drew her hand back and cocked her wrist as she had been taught by Tom.
Then she lashed forward with her arm, the long leather strap whistling through the air and landing right across both Maggie's breast nipples at the same time with a loud cracking sound.
Maggie's mind was suddenly enveloped in a pure white flash of pain and burning heat that blotted out all thought but the one that told her she deserved what Diane was doing to her. . . and more.
Her body reacted by collapsing completely, her knees doubling under her, the full weight of her body resting on her bonds. In this position, breathing was next to impossible, and she fought for air every time she opened her mouth. Her shoulders were stretched painfully as they absorbed her weight, and even though she tried to straighten her legs, allowing her to breath, another resounding crack landed the whip searingly across her belly, again draining all the strength from her body.
Maggie fell forward as much as her bonds would allow, bouncing with the slight play in her ropes, first forward, and then back against the wall, opening up the slightly healed wounds Tom's whipping had caused. Her head was resting against her chest, and when she opened her eyes, she could see two streaks of trickling red, one across both breasts, punctuated by her nipples, which were oozing droplets of blood on their own, and the other wrapped around her waist like a thin, sticky belt, her navel filling up like a reservoir with her blood. Her labored breathing caused her belly to stretch outward, pulling open the thin wound and increasing its bleeding, until she would feel the warm trickle running down her front thighs.
"You like that?" Diane said. "You like what I'm doing to you? I hope so, cause I got a lot more of the same."
Maggie couldn't tell Diane just how much she did like it, and she was glad when she heard that the student had more of the same. She couldn't receive enough punishment for what she had done to herself, but she sensed that this would be more of a cleansing than anything Tom had done.
Another vicious, brutal blow of the whip on her body broke her chain of thought. This time, Diane lashed out right below the gently rounded tip of Maggie's cuntal mound, leaving a streak of red across both thighs.
Without thinking, Maggie clenched her thighs together, even though she knew this would protect her somewhat. She didn't want any protection. She wanted to be completely open and totally vulnerable to the lashing she was receiving. She wanted no part of her lovely, naked body spared.
Maggie couldn't find the strength to say the words to thank Diane for want she was doing to her. As the young girl landed yet another blow across her breasts, further deepening the first slash in her cream-white flesh, Maggie could feel that she was at last being cleansed ... set free from the pleasure she had brought upon herself in a fit of weakness. If only she could have done this to herself. . . whipped her own body . . . brought about her own punishment. . .
But she couldn't, and she knew it. She needed Tom and Diane to do this for her. She needed them more than she could have possibly though. What would she have done if she didn't have them?
She couldn't even begin to think about that. She knew that she would have lived her whole life without being cleansed ... punished . .. made to see the error of her lascivious ways.
Again her thoughts were shattered and her body sent reeling back against the wall as Diane landed a flesh-splitting blow across her upper thighs again, the tip of the whip piercing through Maggie's tightly clenched legs and wrapping around her leg, the edge of the whip actually cutting through Maggie's pussy lips slightly, touching her quivering clitoris bud . . .
AND BRINGING IT TO A SURPRISING ERECTION!
Once again, Maggie could sense those feelings she had tried her entire life to avoid . . . those very sensations which had caused her to finger herself. . . those sensations which made this punishment necessary!
She tried to fight them, but fighting was useless. The blows Tom had given her left her in a weakened state, and Diane was further increasing her weakness. All she could do was hope that as Diane continued whipping her, the pleasure she was starting to experience would leave her, and she would become as pure and cleansed as she had been on the day she was born.
It wasn't happening. If anything, those feelings were increasing with every blow Diane's whipping landed on her breasts, her belly and her thighs.
Again and again the dark haired girl lashed out, creasing through the tender, sensitive flesh of the teacher's breasts, slicing through her skin and increasing the river of blood pouring down her front. And with each blow Maggie willingly,, gratefully received, she could feel her clitoris expanding all the more. The seething cauldron of lust her whipping was bringing her made the pain something more than a punishment she felt she deserved. Each throbbing lash, each stinging, vicious, cruel blow to her weakened body brought about another step that Maggie could recognize as a mounting orgasm.
It wasn't fair, her mind screamed, the sound of her mental voice muffled by the blinding waves of searing, burning pain washing through her breasts and thighs. It wasn't fair that she should be receiving punishment, and beginning to feel those sensations for which she wanted to be punished.
While Diane's blows were more carefully placed, they were a little slower. As had happened with Maggie's back before, the front of her body was now so coated with red streaks of her blood that it became impossible to tell where she still had flesh and where she had been whipped clean.
Pain no longer meant anything to Maggie. Like the spanking David had given her so long ago, the whipping Diane administered merely increased the threatened bubbling-over in her loins.
And as she had been powerless to resist it the night before, she could not resist her impending orgasm now. Again and again Diane slashed through Maggie's breast flesh and upper thighs with the razor-sharp edge of Tom's blood-stained whip, and like the pounding of a cock tight against her cervix, Maggie could feel it increasing the pressure in her seething belly and loins.
"Ooohhh . .. aaahhh . .." she gasped as though the strength of her mounting climax made it possible for her to speak, despite the weakening effects of her brutal whipping.
Diane barely heard her victim moaning over the loud, repeated sounds of the whip landing on her breasts and thighs, but even if she had heard Maggie's passionate sounds, the young girl would never have dreamed that it was because Maggie loved what was happening to her.
Again and again, taking out her revenge for the way her teacher had treated her in front of the class, Diane whipped and lashed against Maggie's body, reducing the auburn teacher to a bloody, sweaty mass of trembling, throbbing flesh.
The teacher's face and arms were covered with dots of her blood, which splashed up from her open wounds like so much boiling water, each vicious lash received by her body increasing the seething, bubbling of unwanted lust in her slashed belly.
Suddenly, the force and strength of her orgasm took over, obliterating any sense of pain she had been feeling, as though nature somehow had brought her an anesthetic against the angina of her whipping. Maggie tried with what was left of her strength to stave off her climax, but it was no use. Only the ceasing of her whipping could have done that, and she was not about to ask Diane to ease the blows for a moment.
"AAA AAA AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Maggie cried out as she felt nothing, save the internal explosion of her cumming, her vaginal juices spilling out from her passion-flushed, blood-spotted pussy lips and trickling down her thighs, to mingle there with the blood pouring profusely from the slashing of her flesh brought about by Diane's skillful use of Tom's whip on her thighs.
Maggie lost all track of time and space as she orgasmed under the brutal whip of her student. Each vicious slashing of the leather strap seemed to increase the quivering of her clitoris, as though she would never stop cumming. Her body stiffened and began vibrating like the plucked string of a banjo, despite the restricting bonds wrapped tightly around her wrists, holding her against the wall. Her dazed mind whirled in a dizzied sensuality as she felt her hot, clear sticky fluids rushing from her cunt as the slippery walls of her vagina contracted again and again, as though they could not believe that such an orgasm could be achieved without the thick, hard length of a man's penis filling them.
Brilliant flashes of light like exploding fireworks filled Maggie's lust-dazed mind as she continued to groan and pant out her cumming, her body quivering with the combined lashing Diane was giving her and her own nerve endings twitching and dancing with passion.
Finally, her orgasm was over, and it left her completely drained of strength. That, plus the weakening she had already been subjected to by the two brutal whipping sessions caused her to pass out. .
Her head slumped forward, her chin resting on a deep gash in her upper breasts her mouth slightly open, her hair dangling down to touch lightly in the sheet of her blood which covered her like a second skin.
"I think she's had enough," Tom said as he took his whip away from Diane. "No point in killing her. She won't be any fun tomorrow if we do that."
Diane, being a woman, noticed something strange about the way Maggie had yelled just before she passed out. As she handed Tom his whip, she narrowed her eyes at the blood-covered, unconscious teacher.
"Something the matter, love?" Tom asked, thinking that Diane might have a twinge of guilt.
"I don't know," Diane said as she continued staring at the woman tied to the wall. "I don't know, but I would swear she was really getting off on my whipping her. I'd almost bet that she was cumming just before she passed out."
"Really?" Tom said, raising his eye brows as he looked first at Diane and then at the slumped Maggie. If what Diane thought was true, then he could have a lot of fun with her in the coming days.
CHAPTER FIVE
Waking came hard for Maggie. Bit by bit, as her reason returned, she began to sense several things about herself and her surroundings.
She was no longer tied to the wall. She was laying down ... on her back ... tied to a cot of some sort.
She lifted her head, at first knowing only that she was not covered with either a nightgown or a blanket. When she saw that the front of her body was crisscrossed with thin, brilliant red streaks, she remembered that she had been tied to a wall and whipped until. ..
Oh God! She had once again felt those lascivious sensations again... those same feelings she had brought on herself in the quiet darkness of her bedroom.
THE CLEANSING HADN'T HELPED! IF ANYTHING, THE WHIPPING HAD MADE MATTERS WORSE THAN EVER!!!
Then, as she found that she could turn her head a little, she saw that she was still in the empty room where she had been brought by the members of her class. Sunlight was streaming in through a far window, and she could see that the room was much larger than she had first thought, when all she could see was what was being lit by the few candles placed on the table next to where her cot was.
The silence in the room told her that the members of her class either not here with her, or were still asleep.
She saw that part of the wall where she had been tied and brutally whipped by both Tom and Diane. She could see a large red spot where she had been standing, reminding her that she had bled freely from the deep slashing the razor-sharp edge of the whip had caused. She could see that the wall was stained with a reddish-brown from where she had been pressed against it while Diane had whipped her front. . As she became more and more awake, she became more and more aware of the stinging pain which uniformly covered her body.
Another glance down her front told her why. Diane had whipped her so many times that there was scarcely a part of her body from her breasts to her thighs which was not a tangled sheet of thin red lines, indicating that Diane, even though she had not whipped her as many as Maggie would have liked, had nevertheless been thorough. The lovely sleepy teacher could only begin to imagine what her back looked like. Tom had whipped her many more times over a longer period that Diane had.
No wonder just moving on the cot was painful for her.
She noticed something else as well . . . something that she thought strange. She had been cleaned. She remembered that she had been covered with a thin sheet of sticky blood, and if she had just been tied to this cot after she passed out, she should still be covered with it.
But she wasn't, and the thought of what had happened to her... what must have happened to her, filled her with a dread the likes of which she had never known before.
They must have washed her. .. they must have had their hands on her body... their fingers touching her breasts and.. . .
And her vagina as well!
God! After all she had been through, the very people who had cleansed her had once again defiled her.
She would have to be whipped again. There were no two ways about it. Her first cleansing had been incomplete. She would have to have another one, and this time she would make sure that she was punished for what she had done.
She tried to get up from the cot, forgetting at the moment that she was tied at both wrists and ankles. At least that left her with some hope. As long as she was with her students, there was a good chance that they were not through with her ... that they would continue punishing her.
She began to think for a moment. Never once had she told them that she had to be punished. It was as though they had been acting on their own to bring her that very thing she had to have.
Well, that would come to an end as soon as she saw them again. She would talk to them . . . beg with them to whip her again and again and again until there was no thought of what she had done to herself in her bedroom. She had to make them understand that they were helping her. As much as she hated them, as much as she thought that they were the lowest scum on the face of the earth, she knew that she depended on them for her very existence. Anyone else would merely think she was crazy. But Tom would actually take a delight in punishing her, and in taking that delight, he would be merciless . . . relentless. He would lay on her with a heavy hand, slashing through her flesh with his whip. And when he grew tired, Diane could take over. .. and then Susan . . . and Mark . . . and John.. . .
All of them. She would never be without someone whipping her, beating her, punishing her. No amount of pain was too little for what she had done to herself, and she had to make the class understand that.
She lay awake, tied to the bed, for what seemed like an hour. In a way, she was glad that she was tied to the bed, unable to escape. Even though she wanted to be punished for what had happened, she was afraid, and if she weren't tied up, she knew she would try to escape ... try to avoid her punishment. She wondered where the members of the class were, and why they had left her all alone. She could sense that she was in some sort of deserted building, a place where no one would come to look for her. That, too, gave her an added hope. She knew there were a lot of people who would try and stop her class from doing to her what she wanted them to do.
During that hour, she noticed that the pain from the whipping she had received had diminished somewhat . . . enough for her to think clearly again. There was no doubt that she had loved being slashed by the whip ... that her clitoris had become hard and quiveringly excited ... that she had orgasmed. There was only one reason for that, she thought. They hadn't whipped her hard enough or long enough. They hadn't punished her enough. They had to come back and finish with her. She was certain she couldn't go through life with the thought that she had not been totally disciplined for her actions in her bedroom.
A tear came to her cheek as she began to think that she would never be punished enough. She would never be able to look at herself in the mirror unless she felt totally cleansed and purged, and at the moment, that feeling was so far away as to be unobtainable.
Finally, she heard the sound of voices and laughter, and her heart soared in her chest. They were coming back to finish the job! There was still hope for her!!
One by one, the members of the class filed into the empty warehouse, scarcely noticing her as she lay quietly on the bed. It seemed that the entire class had come, boys and girls, and even though it seemed just a little too early in the morning for her, she noticed that they were all gathered around the table, drinking beer and laughing at some crude jokes they were telling.
Finally, after Tom had finished his drink, they all turned to her, and she stared at them as their eyes raked over her naked, red-streaked body. There was something in the way they were all looking at her that instilled a sense of apprehension and fear in her. She hoped that they were thinking about whipping her some more, but it didn't look like they were.
Tom approached her, lighting a cigarette as he walked, until he was standing over her, his young boyish face creased with a sardonic smile, his dark eyes twinkling in the light streaking in through the far windows of the warehouse.
"Good morning, Miss Fields," he said as he took a thick white cloud of smoke into his lungs and blew it out in Maggie's face. "You're looking good ... sort of."
Maggie's eyes watered as the smoke hit them, and she squinted at Tom's face. Then she turned away as she recognized a strange hunger in his face.
"Diane and I were talking last night," Tom began, matter-of-factly. "Being a woman as she is, she noticed things that I didn't... things that really got our little group to talking."
Maggie listened patiently, wondering if he was expecting her to say anything. It didn't seem like he was, and she couldn't think of anything to say. She could only hope that they had come back to finish the job they had started last night.
"We don't meet someone like you very often," Tom said, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and looking at it for a long moment. "Diane tells me that you looked like you really liked what we were doing to you." He spun his head sharply to her, looking at her naked body, his eyes taking their time as they roamed along her exposed flesh, lovely despite the uncountable lash-marks covering her from her breasts to her knees. "Diane tells me you were really getting off on being whipped. Could that be true?"
He raised his eye-brows as though he were teasing her, and Maggie began to see a glimmer of hope.
"God ... yes . . . whip me . . . whip me more," she said in a pleading voice. She had to make them understand that last night was only the beginning. . . that there could be no end to the punishment in store for her.
"I think she's serious," John said as he took a position next to Tom. "I think she really wants us to do it."
"Yes . . . please . . . please," Maggie said, turning her head away and closing her eyes. She couldn't stand to have, them looking at her naked body like this ... not unless they were going to punish her for her evil thoughts and wicked deeds.
"Well, then," she heard Tom say. "I guess that settles it."
With her head turned away from him, she opened her eyes. They understood, she thought. They know now, and they're going to help me.
She turned to look at the two boys standing next to her cot, and noticed that they were smiling. She smiled back at them, and already she could feel herself becoming excited.
"Well if that settles it, I say we get on with it," said a rough voice, hidden by Maggie's view by the two boys standing at her side.
"My thoughts exactly," Tom said as he stepped aside.
And suddenly, Maggie's growing confidence was shattered as she saw the boy who had been behind Tom and John. He was puffing on his own cigarette. Maggie's eyes went first to his face. She recognized him as Mark Hendricks, the boy-friend of the girl who had whipped her... helped punish her... .
AND THEN HER HEART SANK AS SHE NOTICED THAT HE WAS NAKED, HIS LONG, FLACCID COCK HANGING HALFWAY DOWN TO HIS KNEES!!
They weren't going to punish her at all! They looked like they were going to do something far, far worse!
"You like this cock?" Mark asked. "Pretty big, huh? Well, believe you me, you're gonna get the whole fucking thing rammed into that nice body of yours, though exactly where I'm not sure yet. How'd you like it all the way up your cunt?"
Maggie's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe what was going to happen to her. They weren't going to whip her at all.
"No ... No . . . she said in a whispering, frightened voice. "Please . . . whip me ... whip me until I pass out, then whip me more. I want to feel that whip."
Mark laughed a throaty chuckle. "Love to, cunty love, but to be quite honest, I don't get my rocks off like that. Tom and the rest of us agreed that there's no reason why you should have all the fun. You had your jollies last night. Now it's our turn!"
Oh God, she moaned to herself. How could she let these people touch her. She looked to the other members of the class, and saw that everyone, boys and girls, was already starting to strip. Despite the age of the boys, she saw that their penises were large, many already erect and throbbing with lustful anticipation. She could see a smoldering lust in all their eyes, and the thought of what they had in mind made her stomach turn. Frantically, she wracked her brain, trying to think of a way to make them do to her what she wanted them to. She could see that they were getting impatient and she had no idea how she could get them to whip her again. God! If they carried through with what they had in mind, then she would be even less cleansed then she already was, and all of last night would have been for naught.
"Come on, Miss Fields," John said as he finished removing his clothes so that he was as naked as everyone else. "You look a little uncomfortable. There are better places to be than that cot."
Maggie felt her heart rise to her throat as John cut through the ropes holding her to the cot with his switch-blade. In four fast slashes, he had cut through all the ropes, and Maggie sat up, hoping that there was still a chance the class would whip her, instead of.. . of. .. .
But before she could say anything, Tom and John hoisted her up off the cot and pushed her toward the center of the room. Already, Maggie could see that she was but one small part of the strangest party she could imagine. As she looked around, she noticed that most of the members of the class were ignoring her, having settled down to their own sexual desires. After raking the room with her eyes, she noticed that both Diane and Susan were down on their hands and knees, each taking turns licking the hard, extended penis of Bill Merrile. As she watched with her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, the two young naked girls licking and sucking on his cock, a third naked girl, Sally Partridge, lowered herself and began concentrating on Bill's dangling testicles, her fingers lightly brushing through the whisps of his pubic hair.
Maggie's stomach was churning with disgust when a rough tug on her arm drew her attention away from the scene.
"Come on, cunty, no point in just looking when you're gonna be able to get the real thing."
She had no choice but to let herself be hurled to the floor, thinking over what she had seen and becoming more frightened by the moment.
As she cowered in mounting fear on the floor of the warehouse, she twisted her head this way and that, seeing herself becoming surrounded by Tom, John, Frank Pope and Rick Getz, all of them naked, their long, visibly throbbing cocks jutting out from their muscular loins like weapons of vengeance.
The three boys looked at each other, slow grins of excited interest spreading across their faces. Maggie raised one naked shoulder in a weak defense against their penetrating glances, her eyes welling with tears in her mounting fear. She felt another pang of apprehension as she saw them nod and exchange smiling glances. She realized that they might force her to do anything . . . even take their . . . their cocks into her mouth as the two girls on the other side of the room were doing to Bill.
God. If they forced her to do that, there would be no hope for her at all. She would never be able to be punished enough to cleanse her for that!
Her red-streaked body began sweating with her mounting, uncontrollable fear, and she could feel herself breaking out in a cold sweat, the salt-water running into her recent lashes and bringing about a painful stinging which covered her body like an itchy sheet.
"Shit, man . . . look at that ass of hers," Mark rasped in a hoarse voice. "You really did a number on her ass with that whip," he complimented Tom.
"Please . .. please," Maggie whispered, her fear draining all her strength. "Why won't you whip me? I want you to. You have to. . . .
Her voice trailed off as she saw that she was being completely ignored.
Tom turned his glance away from the gathering on the other side of the room and looked with cruel, cold eyes at his teacher. "Well, cunty Fields, I'd say it's about time we started having fun, wouldn't you?"
Maggie was aware of a fear the likes of which she had never known. She had been able to defend herself against David to the point where he hadn't fucked her, but there was no way she would be able to stand off the four men who had encircled her as she cowered in a trembling, helpless ball on the floor. They were closing in now. She stiffened with her mounting fear as though she had been touched with a live wire as Tom reached down and lovingly stroked her supple ass cheek, running his fingers over her slashed flesh as though he were feeling her to determine his handiwork of the night before.
"I'll bet she'd like a cock in her ass," Frank suggested as he saw Tom's extended middle finger running the length of the lacerated hairless crevice. Maggie jumped and all four students laughed insolently at her.
Frank stood right in front of her. His eyes moved up and down her body like rifle sights homing in on a target. He spoke slowly, in a husky voice. "Teach, you look like you were made for fucking, and the four of us are gonna show you that. You're gonna be fucked like you never been fucked before."
Maggie had never felt so helpless and humiliated in her life, and she bit her lips in her shame. She lowered her head, completely dominated by the four boys as Mark stepped forward and used his thumb and forefinger to part the soft curling strands of her vaginal hair and open her cunt lips. She turned a beet red as she heard her whistle of appreciation.
"Shit, man, she's got some pussy," he gasped. "I'm gonna eat a little piece of that before we fuck her."
Rick nodded his head slowly. "Sounds like a good idea. Maybe we should all have a little to eat." He grabbed Maggie's shoulder and tossed her down on her back as though she were little more than a rag doll. "It's time we showed her what fun really is," he hissed as he forced her from her cowering position to a prone position.
Maggie tried to resist, but they were too strong for her, and they forced her to lie on the cold, hard floor. She watched wide-eyed as they bent over her to drink in her naked loveliness, beautiful in spite of, or because of, the crisscrosses of red covering her body, their lust-twisted faces unbelievable masks of desire. She knew there was nothing she could do against their numbers and strength, and in the back of her mind, she momentarily relived that moment of glory when she had forced Tom to her will, and that moment of passion when she had been punished for her fingering her vagina.
Now she was completely alone and at their mercy to do with her as they wished. She felt two of them grab her shoulders and arms, pinning her to the floor. At the end of her feet was Tom, who stood looking above her, hands on his hips, his enormous cock hovering rigidly, menacingly, his hairy sperm-swollen sac hanging like a water-filled balloon at its base.
Maggie thought she was going to faint, and she began to pray that she would.
"Uuuummmmm ... I can hardly wait until that little pussy of hers gets all heated up," she heard Rick say. "This ought to show her a thing or two. You think you can learn something from scum like us, Teach? You think you're the only one that has something to show?"
Maggie froze in sudden shame as Mark forced her thighs open and dropped to his knees on the floor between them, his eyes feasting on the vision of her exposed, down-covered cuntal zone. As his head moved closer to her vagina, muffled groan escaped through her tightly clenched teeth.
"Give it to her, Mark. Shit, she don't know what fun is. Show her. Lick that cunt of hers!" she heard Tom laugh.
A convulsive spasm jerked at her thigh and stomach muscles as she felt the young boy's lips pressing into the soft, naked flesh of her lacerated belly. She cringed from the touch as a chill was sent racing along the length of her spine. Then she felt her student's wet tongue racing downward to the "V" of her loins and spreading her soft, brown pubic hair as his tongue lashed snake-like into the moist tight slit of her vagina.
Her body reacted automatically, convulsively jerking, and a loud moan escaped from her lips.
Roughly, she felt him clamp his sweating palms against the soft insides of her whipped thighs, opening the slashes there slightly and bringing her fresh pain as the salt from his sweat poured into her broken skin. One of the boys forced her head up and used his thumbs to hold her eyes open so she was made to watch this cruel debasement of her loins. She watched in abject horror to see Mark hunched on all fours down between her wide-spread thighs, grinning up at her like a beast of prey about to pounce on its defenseless victim. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face like a sacrifice. Her eyes darted to the boys standing around her, hoping for some sort of mercy . . . punishment rather than this, but she saw only lewdly grinning faces and throbbing angry cocks surrounding her.
The sounds of harsh sucking-in of breath rained down on her ears as the teenager again slowly drew apart the ragged pink lips of her helplessly spread vagina. They stared greedily down between her legs until suddenly, with an animal-like groan, the youth's head dipped down with a maddening suck of his lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Maggie's throbbing clitoris into his hot moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp edges if his teeth, feeling it jerk to life.
Maggie clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were shooting wildly through her captive loins. She fought with all her strength against the betrayal of her body. She began to thrash wildly in a vain effort to escape the sparks of forbidden pleasure beginning to tingle deep down in her belly. GOD! this was what had happened that night in her bedroom when she had fingered her vagina. She had lost all control over herself, and she could feel the same thing happening again. Her firm round, red-streaked breasts jiggled from the cruel buffeting her lower body was undergoing.
Suddenly the student's tongue slipped forward, burrowing up her straining cunt like a racing lizard, and she knew it was impossible to ignore what was happening to her body. She struggled against the debasing pleasure rippling slowly but surely through her fire-filled loins. Even though she was certain her students could force her to do anything they desired, she couldn't allow herself to enjoy what was happening to her. She wished she had slapped Tom and Diane harder than she had in her classroom. Maybe then they would want to continue with revenge and whip her.
Even as she thought that, though, she felt all rational thought slipping from her mind as her body continued to betray her mind and responded with a will of its own more and more frantically to the oral manipulations of her quivering cunt. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, burying the flicking tongue to its roots.
She had never felt so helpless and debased in her life. She thrashed as frantically as she could, trying her best to escape the vise-like grip of the students who were holding her down, but it was no use. The crawling tongue reaming in and out of her steaming cuntal furrow was the dictator of her body. Her stinging ass cheeks ground desperately on the floor, frantically trying to quell the searing hot lashes of flame that burst maddeningly through her naked quivering body. Her mind and her body were completely at odds with each other, and she sobbed a loud wail of total frustration as she felt her body winning out beneath the insistent probing of the student's tongue fucking in and out of her vagina.
Straining wildly against restraining arms, she thrust her pelvis upward, frantically grinding her cunt tight into Mark's face. She writhed her buttocks in tight frenzied circles, fighting against her will for the release which she could sense was so close now.
Suddenly, Mark stopped his licking and sucking and raised his head with difficulty from the vice-like grip of her thighs.
"Oooohhhhh ... God!" she moaned, glad that he had stopped, and at the same time ashamed of herself because she wished that he would have brought her to completion.
Now that Mark had ceased licking at her pussy, she could feel some control returning to her. Her wildly tingling clitoris would soon become calm again, she knew, but she also knew that her students were far from done with her.
"Please ... haven't you had enough?" she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
"Is she kidding?" Frank asked as he took his turn beside her. In a flash, his face was pressed against hers, kissing her lips, her nose, her eyes, his tongue lashing out and slavering all over her face.
Her trembling clitoris once again sprang to life, and her hands, as though they were ignoring the commands of her mind, reached out and grabbed for the thick length of her student's erect penis. As though she didn't know what her hand was doing, she guided the blood-filled shaft straight to the hungering gorge of her cunt, his body smashing down on her, bringing a deep groan from her chest. His balls smacked heavily on her now upturned ass, his stomach scraping against the softness of her crisscrossed belly.
Maggie strained against him, not wanting his cock in her cunt, but powerless to stop herself.
"Oooohhhhh .. . fuck me . . . fuck me hard," she said in a voice that was not her own. She heard her words, and hated herself for saying them, but she was totally beyond control now.
Frank clutched brutally at the cheeks of her ass, more than willing to comply with what she said. He heard her groan out in conscious frustration and felt her splay her legs out wide to give him greater access. His jerking cock pistoned into her without mercy, bringing gasps of pain as his pelvis smacked against her loins, a brutal thud sounding with each pile-driving thrust. She moaned again. He was bringing her to an unwanted climax with the powerful pounding of his body.
She sucked beneath him, again straining for her release, wishing that something would happen . . . that she would once again be freed from the orgasm she could feel coming. ..coming. ..
Then, abruptly, she felt his pummeling rod stiffen without warning, spewing a white-hot juice far up into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
In spite of her wish that she not climax in this fashion, she could not hold back tears of disappointment and frustration. This was a worse torture than she could have dreamed up herself. To be brought so close to a release, no matter how unwanted that release was, and twice to have the fulfillment denied her. It was too much for her to take, and she could not hold back her tears, which streaked down her face.
Then, through the haze of her passion and frustration, she saw Tom standing between her legs, having replaced Frank. Her gaze fell to his cock. It couldn't be true, the sight of his penis sobering her instantly.
His giant, blue-veined cock reared out from under his stomach like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled between his legs. She couldn't begin to estimate its length, and the two sperm-bloated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing appearance of a machine gun ready to shoot into her pussy.
She gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping open in astonished horror and disbelief.
"No . . . no .. . please . . . no .. ."
"Aw . . . will you listen to her," Tom said as he grinned at her. "She doesn't want the best cock in the whole town. Let me tell you something, Teach. There isn't a cunt in this town who wouldn't kill to get what you're gonna get."
Maggie was wide-eyed with horror as she watched Tom stroke up and down the length of his mammoth penis, drawing back the heavy foreskin to expose the purplish head with a sinister drop of semen glistening on the tip like a single eye. The faces came closer to her, leering and gaping as if to get a better view of the spectacle about to take place. Strong hands grasped her ankles, raising then and bending them over her writhing body until her toes touched the floor on either side of her head, and she gasped as she felt some of her lacerations opening with the stretching of her skin. The flat plane of her hair-covered pussy was presented up to the keening student in defenseless offering, his to plunder at will.
The lust-incited group around the cowering teacher gasped as the bulging head found her pulsating opening. It nestled there for a moment against the pink ragged edges of cuntal flesh, insinuating itself gently between them.
"Give it to her, Tom," she heard Mark exclaim, seeing him grip his own cock with one hand as he held one of her ankles with his other.
With a flick of hips, the grinning student plunged the blood-engorged head of his cock to penetrate a portion of an inch inside the quivering lips of her hair-lined cunt, brutally expanding the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
Maggie threw back her head to scream, but suddenly a hand clamped roughly over her mouth. From somewhere through the haze of combined pain and pleasure she felt at having her cunt attacked with this larger than life penis, she heard a harsh, coarse whisper. "You better not use up all your strength, Teach. We got big plans for you."
"Uuuummppp!!" Tom grunted as his cock sank a cruel inch into her stretched pussy. She struggled, desperately trying to kick free and escape the impalement, but powerful restraining hands held her tight to the floor. She was certain her cuntal lips were splitting between her wide-held legs. The pain was unbelievable, racking her body like bolts of flesh-searing lightning.
Tom levered up on his hands in a push-up position and flicked forward again, his grin widening as his relentless penis slipped in another inch. And then another, making Maggie think that she was being ripped asunder at her loins by its thick girth.
Hot breath coursed over her naked sweating body as the students crowded closer, gazing as if hypnotized at the skewering of the woman who had tried to dominate over them. Dimly, she was aware of clutching hands, squeezing and massaging at her lacerated breasts and fingers clawing over every inch of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling things, feverishly working to enter every opening of her helpless, pain-wracked body.
Beneath the sweating palm that covered her mouth, she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing like fountains from her open but almost unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests only seemed to incite the students more. They could sense that she wanted to be whipped, and there was no point in giving her what she wanted as a punishment. But fucking her like this. .. giving her something she didn't want was altogether different.
Maggie jerked convulsively as she felt Tom's huge penis race into her belly like a runaway train, smashing all resistance, tearing through the thin skin of her hymen, filling her and pushing her inner organs into tight balls that could not breath or move. She thought it would burst into her throat if it didn't stop. It was ripping her soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of sensuality.
Finally, it stopped. With an earthquake-like thud, his balls crashed resoundingly against the wide-split crevice of her ass. The semen inflated sac danced on her buttocks and his monstrous cock lay imbedded to the hilt inside her trembling cunt.
Tom held still for a moment, waiting for her to adjust to the presence of his penis in her belly. He smiled knowingly as her pain-contorted face began to relax. He was completely dominating her now with the power of his cock, and she seemed now to have finally accepted the fact.
He flexed the great head inside her and she groaned, her teeth clenching. Tom flexed again, waited, then flexed again. Her muffled groans were becoming quieter as her streaming passage became accustomed to the unwanted violation. Then he slowly revolved his pelvis, grinding his cudgel into her naked loins, expanding the tight-stretched vagina until it fit him like a well-tailored glove.
From either side, she felt fingers teasing at the fleshy hair-covered lips suckling his mammoth cock. She felt a fingertip probing beneath the dangling balls at her tiny anus, flicking at it like another tongue. She winced as it paused and probed, suddenly popping inside the tight nether ring, worming deeply into the velvety flesh. It rolled around, enlarging the tiny opening until the very palm of the hand lay flat against her rounded, beaten ass-cheeks, the entire finger sunk inside the dry throbbing hole.
Without warning, Tom began an agonizing fucking motion in and out of Maggie's stretched pussy, ramming forward pitilessly from the peak of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body without mercy down against the floor. The finger buried deep in her asshole began to piston in and out in rhythm with the massive drubbing cock in a tempoed fucking team that brought groans of unwanted pleasure to the lips of her tortured mouth in time to their duel rhythm.
As long as there was at least a little pain, Maggie was grateful that she could not fully enjoy what was happening to her, but she could feel the pain slipping away all too rapidly. The outrageous debasement and subjugation aroused the strange masochistic delights surging through her bloodstream. Without her knowledge or will, her hips began gyrating in an abandoned tempo to match the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her. Hands from all around groped to drive her on as leering faces peered down on her.
She gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. Hardened male cocks were everywhere. Her students had all begun stroking their swollen members in time to the huge monster fucking into her cunt and the finger worming around in her tightly clenched rectum like another cock. She was surrounded by them, and all the time, the largest of them fucked into her, expanding with each stroke. For a moment, she could feel herself slipping into the maelstrom of unwanted sensuality, and she fought against it. She couldn't allow herself to enjoy what was happening to her. She couldn't!
Her brain was reeling as she rotated her up-thrust ass faster and faster to keep pace with the huge poles pummeling into her like tireless fucking machines. She felt someone seize her hand and place a penis into it, pressing her fingers snugly around it. She could no longer care what happened to her. She had been so totally dominated that nothing made any difference to her any longer, and she began to stroke on the cock in her hand in time to the mutual tempo as she felt the shaft of flesh in her cunt expanding almost to a bursting point.
She raised her head to see Tom's eyeballs rolling in his head and his great balls began forcing gush after gush of his hot, thick sperm deep into her constricting belly. She ground her naked crotch tightly against his pelvis, sensing the nibbling clasp of her cunt milking his penis dry, until the final dregs of his hot semen gurgled deep in her womb.
Tom collapsed drained and useless on her still squirming form, the head of his penis slipping from her sucking cunt with a sudden pop.
Again she had been deprived of her climax, a torture too cruel for her to imagine. She was certain that nothing happening to her was the least bit fair. Before she had a chance to get used to the idea that her vagina was now empty, she felt hands gripping her by her hips and turning her over, so that she was resting on her belly. Then she felt strong fingers digging into the fleshy cheeks of her recently whipped ass, pulling at them until she was resting on all fours, kneeling on the floor.
It was this position that made everything seem just a little better. She was being dominated, subjected to suffer the crudest possible debasement, like the animal she was, and that helped her to accept what was happening next.
Her cunt was empty, dangling hungrily, unwillingly yearning to be filled by whoever it was that was digging his fingers into her ass. She felt the student's fingers slowly moving inside her from behind, beginning a slow rhythmic thrust, and against all her will, she found herself squirming back against them, trying to swallow his hand in her hot, twitching cunt. Tiny moans of undesired pleasure rippled from her lips in helpless cadence to the pummeling, feverish manipulations within her warm pulsating depths. She could feel her will-power being drained from her as her sensual excitement built, and she found herself actually starting to wish that he would ram his hard cock into her impatient cuntal passage.
Then she felt his fingers move up from her drenched pussy and begin probing at the tiny inlet a few inches above. Before she had a chance to protest, she heard Rick's voice command, "Come on, Teach . .. Spread those legs."
With no thought at all, she began to move her knees apart. His finger continued to prod at the deep little hole. She winced, jumping forward slightly as his finger entered. It did not hurt her, as she wished it would, but sent a sensation of unwanted pleasure through her as he insinuated it slowly and methodically into her rectum. He wormed his finger deeper and deeper into the tight expanding hole, fucking it in and out, widening the tiny anus more and more. She cried out a little, frustrated that she could not help but enjoy what was happening to her.
She shivered as she felt him slip another finger, and this time she smiled as the pleasure was replaced by a powerful stab of searing pain. Could this be the beginning of the punishment she wanted? Rick screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching the tiny anus until she grunted in blissful punishing pain each time he twisted his hand.
The other students watched in fascination at the subjugation of their teacher, and their faces registered disbelief when her flushed face began to show joy. This was the pain of punishment she had wanted them to give her. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the cruel fingers worked around in her wide-stretched rectum. Rick grinned triumphantly as he prodded at the defenseless asshole and Maggie squirmed beneath his probe in total surrender to the pain he was bringing her.
"Come on. Rick. I wanna see ya fuck her in the ass!"
Maggie hardly heard the words. They were so alien to her that she couldn't believe anyone would even think of such a thing. She felt Rick's fingers pulling out of her, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them and making a sucking hissing noise. Then she felt him push her ass cheeks apart again, and she cringed against the floor, waiting and hoping for a rush of pain that would make this all worthwhile for her. She felt the smooth spongy head of his cock resting in her split crevice.
"Help him, Teach," she heard someone say. "Help him put his cock in your ass!"
Maggie didn't know what she was doing as she reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around the thick hardness of his searing penis. A sudden expression of hope flashed through her eyes as she perceived the enormity of the throbbing instrument. It was so large that it would have to hurt!
"Come on, cunt. I wanna see you put it in your ass," she heard a voice commanding her harshly.
Submitting to the cold demands, she held her breath and placed the tip against the tight hairless opening. She felt Rick begin to prod and knew right away that it would bring her the pain she wanted so desperately... the punishment she had been begging them for. She felt him prodding and working at her anus, like a giant battering ram trying to break through a mousetrap. The pressure against the tiny opening was so great that something would have to give.
Something did. He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus and then a spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted wildly, opening her mouth to emit a scream of joy at the torture. Her buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about, and her jerks helped drive the fiery rod deeper and deeper into her thrashing, shaking behind.
"Shove back," she heard him hiss through the waves of blissful pain he was bringing her. "Shove that ass back!"
She could hardly think. Everywhere was pain . .. wonderful, punishing pain. She could hardly think about what was happening. It felt as though someone were driving a red hot poker into the very depths of her being.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" she yelled as the teenager's body pressed down on her with pulverizing strength, the monstrous shaft ripping far up into her quivering little belly. Bucking crazily against him, she squirmed with all her might, feeling him ram down, imbedding his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the tunnel of her ass. The sensation of pain drove her on.
Gasping with his own arousal at the spectacle of his teacher's whipped body skewered on the end of his stiff fleshy rod, the youth began fucking rhythmically deep into the rubbery passage way, burying his rampaging cock to the balls in her nearly split anus with each brutal thrust.
Maggie began to move backwards to meet each forward movement of the boy's body. He was reveling in the sodomizing of her backside as he slammed into her with pitiless thrusts, watching with sadistic delight as the stretched pink flesh of her anus followed the thick shaft out on each backstroke as though it were fighting the withdrawal of his huge member.
Maggie bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her brown hair a wild tangle flying around her face as he rammed again and again. The teacher was overcome with her masochistic joy, the pain seeming wonderfully pleasant to her . .. almost as wonderful as being whipped had felt.
She wallowed passionately, raising and lowering her hips to the tip of his lust-hardened cudgel, then back down to drive it deep within her burning channel. She mewled in pleasure as she felt his balls smacking rhythmically against her cunt below. Behind her, she heard the impassioned and elated teenager groaning each time he surged up into her and she was moaning beneath him, twisting and waving the whipped whiteness of her ass back at him in invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper, bringing her more pain.
"Ooooooohhhhhh... oooooohhhhhhh . . ." she groaned and gasped as he pressed forward as hard as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper. Maggie was so overcome with joy that she reached back with her hands and gently cradled his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening teasing motion that she hoped would show him how grateful she was for the pain he was giving her.
Suddenly, she felt another movement around her head. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth and then she felt a spongy wet sensation pressing against her lips. She jerked her eyes open and gazed with horror at a long thick cock right in front of her face. Frank had come back and could no longer stand the lust-inciting scene of the lovely teacher being fucked in the ass.
"Get up on your hands," he gasped hoarsely, brutally lifting her shoulders from the floor. When she resisted, he twined his fingers in her tousled hair and brutally yanked her head upward, "Lift that face, Teach. You're gonna suck my cock!"
Moaning with pain and humiliation, she followed his command, raising her torso until she was balanced on her hands and knees. Frank climbed to his knees in front of her and grasped both sides of her head vice-like between his palms, poising the head of his cock against her lips. She mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away. They would not even let her enjoy the painful torture she was receiving by being fucked in the ass.
Frank held her tight though so that she could not move. She could only clench her teeth tightly and try to keep it away, but he was not to be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth.
She struggled in horror against this final debasement, her mind racing to think of some escape, but even as she tried to think, Frank's hands pinched her nose, forcing her to breath through her mouth. She held her breath for as long as she could, but nature took its course, and when she opened her mouth to breath, the young boy suddenly shoved forward, burying his monstrous shaft through her soft moist lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
He fucked into her face viciously, like it was a second cunt. Maggie gagged as it rammed half-way down her throat, the full length of it disappearing into her ovalled lips all the way to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the downy fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled for breath, catching small gasps of air on each outstroke. She fought mentally against the rape of her mouth, trying to concentrate all her thoughts on the cock bringing her the pain in her asshole, but it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those reaming in and out of her ass, never pulling it out all the way, leaving a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth.
Maggie closed her eyes in utter humiliation as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them. She no longer felt human. She felt like an animal... a lump of flesh unable to think.
Oh God, she thought, if only they would whip me ... if only they would whip me.
Behind her, the boy was building toward his end. He began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her ass with his hard driving hips. His hands gripped tensely around her tiny waist, squeezing the soft flesh and opening up some of her slashing until she began to bleed again. She moaned incessantly beneath the attack as both boys began fondling her breasts, opening up several wounds on them as well. She could feel the rivers of her blood once again starting to flow like water from her battered body.
The young boy behind her reached down and pulled her ass cheeks even wider apart, beginning to drive his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks that resounded in the large empty room. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowing back and his breath came in short blasts as he stared with glassy eyes at her sweat and blood-shiny body that slipped over his cock like a tight fitting glove.
Maggie worked in a daze of pain and unwanted passion. No matter how hard she tried, she could not deny the fact that her body began to like what was happening to her. Tears of frustration rolled from her eyes down her cheeks, and the saliva in her mouth began to grow sticky as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the cock in her mouth. She could feel his hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head, his fingers curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth up and over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument as though her mouth were just another cunt into which he could spew his animal lust.
Maggie could feel her own rising passion . . . an orgasm that came over her in the same way it had when David had spanked her. She could feel the cock in her mouth stretching and expanding until there was no room left, and she moaned as it thrust forward hard down her tonsils as though it were trying the other hard cruel penis skewering deep into her belly from behind.
She couldn't help herself. She sucked wildly to bring the boy fucking into her mouth to a climax. She knew she was the most wicked, most perverted woman who ever walked the face of the earth. Even though she didn't want to, she was starting to enjoy what was happening to her. She knew she would have to be punished for that enjoyment. . . that there was no amount of punishment for her too great.
Then, the boy in front of her stiffened suddenly as if shocked by an electric current and jerked his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep in her constricting mouth and throat. She fought to breath as it suddenly erupted into the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth, his hot thick liquid flooding her throat like a rush of raging water. Her cheeks expanded like a balloon trying to keep from choking on the great rushes of sperm that spurted from the ejaculating penis. She sucked and swallowed in crazy gulps as small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as his deflated cock oozed from between her lips, thin strings of his cum hanging from her chin, connecting her with the limp organ.
Her shoulders again dropped to the floor so that her firm, white buttocks were sticking up high in the air and the great plunging cock behind her could fuck her at will. There was nothing now but the great fleshy mass that was fucking her, filling her more than she would have thought possible. She ground back against it, sobbing as she noticed that there was no longer any pain.
She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last crushing lunge as the boy fucking into her mercilessly shoved his cock's full expanded length into her rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her soft flesh like talons, opening up more of her slightly festering cuts and gashes. Maggie screamed, muttering strange sounds that blended with the student's gasping grunts as she felt the first hot waves of the hot white liquid spewing into the depths of her ass.
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!" she shrieked out her own release as the young boy's jerking orgasm shook her body like a volcanic eruption. She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the squirting penis and felt her body explode into a thousand tiny sparks as the heated fluid of male sperm flooded her intestines until she thought she would burst. His cum overflowed, running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and mingling with her own unwanted cum in a single stream of thick viscous cream that streamed down the backs of her quaking thighs. There were several more convulsive jerks of her pelvis against his loins and then she fell forward onto the floor, his weight toppling over on top of her, pushing her face down hard.
She could hear the members of her class laughing and cheering at her as they all gathered around, looking at her nakedness and pointing as they spoke.
"You better believe that!" Tom said between his laughter.
She heard a few more comments, and then she heard them getting dressed. Their orgy over, they merely put on their clothes and left the empty warehouse.
In no time, Maggie was all alone, wondering how she would ever be able to face herself again. She could tell that her older class was no longer afraid of her, but also that they would not do to her that thing she really wanted them to do. They would not punish her for the pleasure she had had. They would take a great delight in reminding her that she had acted as though she loved every moment of it, and she knew that their taunting would only remind her that they were right. No matter how hard she would try and convince herself otherwise, she knew that she had experienced a pleasure at having a cock in her ass, in her mouth, and in her cunt. Tears of unhappiness washed down her cheeks, and despite the pain she felt as the fresh opening of her whip-slashes, she knew it was not enough. She had to have more punishment. .. more . . . but she didn't know how she could get it.
And then in a flash, all her despair vanished as she saw a solution to her problem. It was so simple that she could have kicked herself for not having seen it before. Her sadness passed away like smoke in the wind as she saw the solution to her problems, and she was actually smiling as she gathered up her tattered clothes.
Even though they had been cut from her body, she managed to hold them together enough to cover herself as she walked the mile and a half from the warehouse to her own home.
EPILOGUE
Since it would be worth it, she was willing to wait until school the next day. The taunting of her older students hardly made a dent on her as she ran through her lesson, not caring that the older class was talking while she was, passing notes in class and making comments about the party everyone had been to over the week-end. When the bell rang and the class filed out, she could feel her heart quicken as the sixth class filed in.
The younger children were silent as they took their seats, their faces eager and bright with anticipation of learning. Maggie cleared her throat as she stood at the front of the room.
"Attention everyone," she said. "Today we're not going to bother learning about English. I guess I don't have to tell you that sometimes, we adults make mistakes."
The class looked at her, bewilderment covering each and every one of their faces.
"Now, when children make mistakes, they're punished, but no one punishes adults. If we wanted to, we could get away with murder. How many of you think that's right?"
No one thought it was right, and they answered unanimously, even though they could not see where their teacher was going.
"Since adults punish children when they make mistakes, I think it's fair that the children punish the adults when the adults make mistakes. How many agree with that?"
The whole class raised their hands, and Maggie's face brightened with hope.
"Good . . . good," she said in a sing-song voice. "Now, I've made a mistake, and I don't have anyone to give me my punishment. I'm not afraid to get what's coming to me. I won't be happy unless I do get it. I'm going to ask you wonderful children to give it to me."
She reached into the bag she had brought with her and pulled out a long leather belt she had bought on her way to school. She dangled it from one hand as she looked over the class, trying to decide who should be the first to give her the whipping she knew she deserved. She found her salvation in one of the larger, stronger boys in the class.
"Sam," she said, motioning that he should come to the head of the class. "I want you to take this belt and spank me as hard as you can. I should tell you that the harder you spank me, the better your grade will be at the end of the year."
Sam took the belt from her, not really knowing if she were serious or not. He watched in mounting amazement as she bent over her desk and hoisted her skirt up to her hips, exposing her panty-covered buttocks.
She sensed his hesitation, and impatiently she urged him to whip her with the belt. "Go ahead," she said. "There's nothing wrong with it as long as it's what I want."
She didn't see him shrug his shoulders as he gazed at her rounded half-moons, nor did she see him raise his hand . . .
But she felt the first stinging blow of the belt slapping across both her ass cheeks, her thin panties hardly offering her protection. She smiled with relief as she felt a second stinging blow against her sensitive ass, and she knew that this was only the beginning... that no matter what she did that was wrong, she would be able to rely on her younger students to give her the punishment she richly deserved. Tears of happiness filled her eyes as she felt a third stinging blow . . . and a fourth.
"Harder... whip me harder..." she moaned, feeling herself lose control with her joy.
