Attitude Adjustment
  By LCDRJMC
  LCDRJMC@aol.com

  Book VIII

  *****

  Carefully brought to climax almost to the point of 
  unconsciousness, an exhausted Laura Papadakis looked 
  timorously up with clouded eyes at the short absurd 
  figure of Bertha Wolf, now standing confidently between 
  her splayed legs.  Yet Laura saw that the stout Bertha 
  was ignoring her completely, as if the terrible woman 
  knew the dazed teacher was now totally at her disposal to 
  do with as she pleased.

  "She'll be fine now," Bertha said to the clearly 
  embarrassed student counselor, who was quickly getting 
  dressed again behind her desk.  "You have a short fuse, 
  don't you?"

  "I-I don't know what you mean," protested Marion Stratton 
  as she turned away to buttoned her blouse.

  "Doesn't matter.  I've got some clothes for her from Mrs. 
  Manchester in the bag by the door."

  "Yes, I'll see that she gets them."

  "You have my card?"

  "Yes" the counselor, now fully dressed, said as she 
  briskly brushed out her hair.  "I'll be sure to call you 
  if anything else happens with her."

  "OK, then."

  Bertha gave one last patronizing look at the prostrate 
  teacher sprawled out on the floor, then turned and 
  marched out of the room.

  "Brrrr.  That woman gives me the willies," muttered 
  Marion. 

  Laura rolled over onto her front and attempted to slowly 
  push herself off of the floor.  She only had the strength 
  to make it to her hands and knees, where she rested on 
  all fours.  She looked to the counselor for help, but the 
  woman did nothing but watch the proud teacher in her 
  humiliating condition with an open look of cruel 
  satisfaction.

  "Could you...help me up, please?" Laura said weakly through 
  her thick curtain of hair, ready to collapse on the floor 
  again at any moment.  She wondered what this woman, a 
  colleague, had against her.

  Marion walked over and, reaching around Laura's supple 
  back, placed a hand on either side of the teacher's 
  prominent rib cage. 

  "Up we go!" Marion said cheerfully.  She cupped each of 
  Laura's dangling size-36 breasts in a massaging hand, and 
  began to pretend to lift her up.

  "Hey," gasped a surprised Laura as she became aware of 
  the impudent hands on her naked globes.  "Don't do that."

  "You want to get up, don't you?" asked Marion, working 
  the sensitive breasts in her eager hands while not really 
  helping the vulnerable teacher up at all!

  "Oh!  Of course I do," Laura protested breathlessly as 
  the hands continued to ceaselessly work on her 
  defenseless flesh.

  Her head was spinning more then ever as her breasts 
  swelled from the expert touch.  She could hardly think 
  any more.  When did the act of standing become so 
  complicated?

  "Why...why are you doing this?" Laura panted as the 
  delightful sensations from her breasts traveled down to 
  her simmering crotch. 

  "You wanted my help didn't you?  Well?"  Marion had 
  stopped pretending to pull the vulnerable teacher up for 
  some time now, but left her kneading hands full of their 
  glorious load.  She knew that this was her true love's 
  rival.  Susan Jennings would be here today if it hadn't 
  been for this beautiful bitch taking her rightful place 
  at school, so anything Marion could do to make this 
  teacher's life just a little more difficult was fine with 
  her.  Besides, she was still feeling the delirious 
  effects of watching that strange Bertha Wolf so calmly 
  taking this delightful piece right in front of her. That 
  was so hot!  It had affected her so much she couldn't 
  wait until she was alone, she had to get herself off 
  right there in front of them. 

  "So what's the problem?" Marion asked as she licked the 
  back of Laura's neck.

  Oh, God!  Laura was so confused.  Things kept happening 
  to her, keeping her off-balance.  She had no idea what 
  time or even what day it was any more.  She had given up 
  sex, yet she remained in this weird erotic cloud, her 
  body alive to the slightest sensations!  She was feeling 
  terribly weak from hunger, her body was exhausted from 
  all the strange events of the morning, yet all she could 
  think about was how this woman was touching her, and how 
  wonderful it was!

  "Must you hold me...there?  I...aha!" Laura gasped as each of 
  her erect nipples were tightly squeezed and rolled by a 
  thumb and forefinger.  "Please don't.  I'm...I'm really 
  sensitive there."

  "You mean here?" chuckled Marion as she gave the 
  tormented nipples full play, furiously twisting and 
  pulling them so much so that Laura's full breasts began 
  to be drawn away from her chest.

  "OH!" exclaimed a suddenly gasping Laura.  "Oh, yes! 
  Very sensitive!"

  "But how can I get you up off of the floor?" Marion asked 
  reasonably as she continued her heated assault on Laura's 
  diamond-hard nipples.  "You're so sensitive, honey.  I 
  have to hold you somewhere."

  "Oh God!  Oh God!  Can't think.  Waist.  That's it! 
  That's it!"

  "Yes?" inquired the counselor as she gave each of the 
  defenseless nubs an extra hard twist. 

  "AH!" Laura gasped helplessly.  "Hold me by my...by my 
  waist!"

  "Ooh.  What an idea," purred a delighted Marion in 
  Laura's right ear. 

  She slid her hands slowly down the trembling sides of the 
  distraught teacher until she came to the deeply indented 
  waist above the flaring hips.

  As she felt her helper's hands move over the sides of her 
  quivering buttocks, Laura could stand it no longer.  She 
  tried to push herself off of the floor and managed to get 
  only to her knees, where she precariously stayed upright 
  and reeling.  The blood rushed from her head because of 
  the sudden move and Laura felt darkness closing in.

  "P-please help me.  I really feel faint...," moaned Laura 
  and she collapsed face down to the carpeted floor, her 
  buttocks still high in the air behind the unconscious 
  teacher. 

  "What an opportunity," chuckled Marion.

  *****

  Laura awoke, surprised to find herself fully dressed on 
  the couch in the well-lighted counselor's office.  It 
  took her a few minutes to remember hearing that the 
  dreaded Bertha Wolf had indeed brought clothes for her. 
  She sat up and checked herself out as she tried to 
  disregard Marion Stratton, who was watching her with keen 
  interest while seated behind her desk across the room 
  from her. 

  Everything was very form-fitting of course, but at least 
  she was dressed for once, in tight black leather hip-
  huggers which sat very low on her hips (but brand new and 
  in the correct length!) and a New Berlin sweatshirt (in 
  red and black, school colors).  The leather pants were so 
  tight in fact that Laura wondered how she could properly 
  walk in them, but at least she was covered.  But the 
  white athletic socks and walking shoes she was now 
  wearing did fit properly, thank God!  After a discrete 
  check, she discovered she actually had on matching neon 
  pink panties and a bra as well!  What luxury!  She had 
  not been this fully covered in weeks!

  Marion must have dressed her, of course, thought Laura. 
  That's probably why she's sitting behind her desk with 
  that weirdly superior, pussy-cat smile of hers.

  Laura's entire body felt very tingly.  Everything was 
  incredibly sensitive, but especially her pussy.  The poor 
  thing was really twanging, but she believed that was 
  probably just from the after-effects of such a strange 
  day.  It was a good thing she had decided to give up sex 
  when she did and take charge of her life once again, 
  otherwise she might have gotten herself into some real 
  trouble.

  "Feeling better?" Marion asked.

  "Oh, yes. Much," replied a still-woozy Laura.  "Sorry for 
  passing out like that.  I haven't been eating very well 
  lately.  Thank you for helping me."

  "It's nothing.  Ready for class?"

  "Oh, my.  I know the office wants me to, but I really 
  don't feel up to it at all."

  "Since you managed to sleep most of the day away, I 
  really don't see what you are complaining about."

  "My gosh!" Laura cried as she quickly sat up.  "What time 
  is it?"

  "According to your schedule, all you have remaining is 
  an early Human Relations-F class, and today's assembly."

  "An assembly, for what?"

  "Well, seeing as how we are in the middle of football 
  season, I would suspect it to be a pep-rally."

  "But I haven't prepared for any of this!"

  "Your assistant has been acting in your absence this 
  week.  Everything is all set-up and ready to go."

  "My...my assistant?"

  "You are still out of it, aren't you?  Little Missy 
  Manchester has been a remarkable bundle of activity this 
  week.  Truly amazing.  She did everything but write your 
  lesson plans and teach your classes for you since you 
  were out.  The girl was in here today while you were 
  resting and we had a nice long chat about you.  That 
  young lady may not say very much, but she can be very 
  expressive when she wants to be."

  "Yes, I know.  Thank God for Missy!"

  "Yes.  By the way, you had better get that tight ass of 
  yours to your next class, otherwise I do believe the 
  office has plans to fire you."

  "What!" squeaked a stunned Laura. 

  No one had said anything to her about being fired!  Laura 
  suddenly had a terrible vision of her life's dreams lying 
  broken at her feet.  She jumped off of the couch and was 
  about to run for the door when she suddenly stopped.  She 
  felt the oddest sensation in her twitching crotch.  It 
  wasn't just the way the tight clothes were pressing so 
  deliciously against her tender sex and highly sensitive 
  skin.  It was as if there was something there, something 
  foreign buried deep inside her! 

  Laura turned her back to the counselor and moved to 
  unfasten her pants (it wasn't as if the woman had never 
  seen her undressed) when Marion spoke.

  "You have about 5 minutes to get to your class before it 
  starts, otherwise you can probably start looking for a 
  new job!"

  "Oh, God!" Laura gasped and, hobbling madly in her new 
  tight leather, flew out of the room and headed for the 
  school's basement and the special Human Resources-F 
  classroom.

  *****

  As Laura ran down the stairway and into the school's vast 
  basement, she found herself oddly missing her fuck-me 
  pumps.  Those shoes gave her such a sexy walk! 

  As she continued on her journey, Laura kept finding more 
  and more of those terrible fliers taped to the walls, 
  just like the one she had found outside Marion Stratton's 
  office.  By the time she reached the HR-F classroom, she 
  had quite a collection of them.  She just could not 
  understand how anyone in their right mind would allow 
  themselves to be displayed and then photographed like 
  that.  Just how foolish were these girls of today, 
  anyway?

  Yet the more she looked at the poorly reproduced photo, 
  the more it intrigued her dazed mind.  What would it be 
  like, she wondered.  To have a girl at her mercy like 
  that, squirming helplessly while she took freely the 
  girl's precious secrets...!  It was obscene of course, and 
  terribly wrong, yet the very thought of doing it made her 
  heart pound!  How wonderful that would be!  How simply 
  wonderful!  And to be that poor girl...!

  "My God," Laura gasped and stopped as she tightly pressed 
  her thighs together.  "My God."

  She almost came then!  She didn't have time for this! 
  She must think about something else!  Laura shook her 
  head and continued her run.

  In her dash to class and possible unemployment, the 
  frantic teacher ran past the school's empty cafeteria. 
  "Damn," she growled as her very empty stomach did the 
  same.  She had slept right through lunch!

  Panting badly, a very dizzy Laura made it into the door 
  of the classroom just as the bell rang, so she supposed 
  she still had a job after all.  She dumped all the fliers 
  she had collected but one into the trash can by the door, 
  then proceeded down the sloping floor of the ex-cinema to 
  where her golden students had already gathered in their 
  seats.  Young Missy was seated at Laura's desk, looking 
  as if she belonged there.  When the class was over, she 
  planned to ask Missy if she knew the identity of this 
  idiot in the picture, so that the proper steps could be 
  taken against her.  Perhaps some personal counseling 
  would be in order?

  Mr. Playfair had once told her she had some of the most 
  beautiful girls in the school, and Laura knew this to be 
  very true.  They had all turned in their seats at Missy's 
  wave to her and were looking coolly at Laura as she 
  approached them.  In spite of her terrible hunger and 
  still simmering body (she was very aware that the run 
  down here had done nothing to calm her), Laura tried to 
  collect herself together and walk as erect and as 
  steadily as possible as she went down to the front of the 
  class.  These girls, except for Joan and Missy, were the 
  elite of the school, and didn't they know it, though?

  Jill Pender, The Ice Queen, was the champion swimmer with 
  the fair Scandinavian features who never stopped looking 
  at Fawn for approval.  Next to her was the golden Fawn 
  Jackson, the school's head cheerleader, with her fabulous 
  hard-body and year-around tan.  By her side was Christina 
  Lee Stuart, Student Council President.  Slender, 
  aristocratic, she was the best friend and hated rival of 
  Fawn.  Finally there was Ellen Garnett, editor of the 
  school paper, a haughty intellectual whose lovely, firm 
  flesh Laura had deliberately tasted right there on the 
  classroom floor, after she herself had been abused by 
  her. 

  Finally, there was Joan, the beautiful and incredibly 
  pristine St. Joan, sitting by Missy's empty chair off to 
  the side and away from the others in a row by themselves, 
  and looking nervous as usual from being in such high-
  powered company without the close presence of her self-
  appointed guardian, Missy. 

  Laura gave a quick glance around the familiar room and 
  felt some of her old confidence returning.  Finally she 
  was in the one place where she truly belonged, where she 
  was in control of what happened.  In a classroom, 
  especially this one, there was simply no way she could be 
  carried away by events.  No way at all! 

  As Laura proceeded to the front of the class, she noticed 
  a faint tingling sensation deep in her vagina.  Amazing! 
  She knew she was attracted to these sublime young 
  goddesses, but still!  It was truly astonishing how she 
  was starting to react.  Her pussy felt positively alive, 
  almost as if were being stimulated from within, but she 
  knew that to be impossible.

  That's what happens when you think of these girls as 
  possible sex partners instead of students entrusted into 
  your care, she told herself.  She had to regain control 
  of her run-a-way life, and if that required the painful 
  necessity of giving up sex, then so be it. 

  Laura remembered what Missy had done to her when she was 
  with her here before.  My God!  Laura had been almost out 
  of her mind with excitement by the time the other 
  students had arrived!  Missy had gotten her so worked up 
  all she wanted to do then was have her students all naked 
  and sweaty.  Right then!  Well!  She was the one in 
  control now.  There was certainly no way that Missy could 
  get her so turned on this time, the little imp!  These 
  hip-huggers she was wearing might be ridiculously low on 
  her waist, but they were so tight Laura felt like she was 
  in a suit of armor.  Talk about protection!  There was 
  not a chance for even Missy to get to her in these, 
  especially in a classroom with students right next to 
  them!

  But the faint yet insistent tingle coming from her loins 
  continued to remind the dazed teacher just how she 
  actually felt, in spite of her new resolve to the 
  contrary.  Her nipples grew erect and Laura prayed that 
  they wouldn't show through her thin bra and sweatshirt. 
  Her strangely itching sex grew heavy with her secretions, 
  and Laura prayed again, this time that that her new 
  panties would not betray her in front of her precious 
  students.

  As she approached the front of the room, Laura watched 
  Missy stand up and press a button on the wall behind the 
  desk.  The bottom of a vast movie screen which almost 
  covered the entire wall began to slowly descend. 

  "Thank God!" Laura whispered as the teen walked towards 
  her.  Missy must have scheduled a movie for today.  Now 
  all Laura had to do was just hide in the dark until it 
  was over.  "I love that girl!"

  Missy met the teacher in front of the desk, silently 
  handed her a 3x5 card, then went to her seat.  Laura 
  noticed that the girl was carrying two small remote 
  control devices and wondered about their purpose.

  Laura looked down at the card and stiffened in surprise.

  AV PRESENTATION:  HISTORY OF FASHION
  SEE ME AFTER START FOR SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS.
  M

  'Special instructions?'  Now what on earth was that all 
  about?

  "Good afternoon, everyone!"  Laura said as cheerfully as 
  she could.  Of course, only St. Joan gave her an 
  answering smile. 

  "I understand that Missy Manchester has a special treat 
  for us today, a audio-visual presentation about the 
  history of women's fashion."

  "Jesus!" snapped an outraged Fawn.  "What could that 
  little twerp know about fashion?  She dresses like a bag-
  lady!"

  "Yes!  Like a bag-lady!" echoed Jill Pender as she kept 
  her love-starved eyes on Fawn.

  "How would you know, Fawn?" said Christina Lee.  "You've 
  been wearing that same stupid cheerleader thing to school 
  ever since you made the squad, and that was four years 
  ago!"

  As the girls continued their obviously long running 
  argument, the weird sensations in Laura's vagina suddenly 
  grew to overwhelming proportions.  Stunned, she slumped 
  back with her rump pressed against her desk.  She bit her 
  lower lip in a frantic attempt to keep from crying out. 
  She pressed her thighs together tightly as her need for a 
  climax grew and grew.  Thankfully, the sensations faded 
  back to their former levels as quickly as they had grown, 
  but, devastated, it was some time before she was able to 
  focus on what was happening in the class. 

  "My God!" she breathed when she had recovered enough to 
  be able to think again.  "What the hell was that?"

  The argument between Fawn and Christina Lee as usual was 
  still going strong and Laura knew that only her 
  intervention would silence these two incredible self-
  absorbed young women.

  Fawn snapped, "I've told you before to lay off about 
  that.  It's required."

  "No, it's not," laughed Christina Lee.

  "Well, it should be!"

  "Ha!"

  "O-OK, girls," wearily said Laura as she prayed for her 
  agitated sex to calm down.  "Enough.  You can see that 
  what we wear is important.  It is not just a question of 
  who dresses the best, or has the most expensive clothes."

  Christina Lee simpered at that and started to primp her 
  already perfect hair.  It was obvious they were now 
  talking about her, Christina Lee was sure of that.  Her 
  wardrobe was second to none.

  "Down, girl," cautioned Ellen to her super-egoed friend. 

  "It can even define us as human beings," continued Laura. 
  "Who we are, or possibly who we hope to be.  All right, 
  Missy.  You may begin."

  Missy clicked one of her remotes and the lights 
  immediately died.  A second click and a light came on in 
  the old projection room, while the screen behind Laura 
  became filled with a pattern of dazzling colors. 
  Realizing she was in the way, Laura walked to side of the 
  room and went to stand by Missy who was still seated with 
  Joan in their own private row.

  *****

  To the quiet beginnings of Ravel's Bolero, the 
  presentation began.  A blur of colors on the screen 
  focused to become: THE HISTORY OF FASHION, A D-M 
  PRODUCTION.

  The first image was that of a very statuesque brunette 
  wearing an animal-skin bikini which had been taken from a 
  movie made in the 1960's.  The caption underneath read 
  "In the beginning..." and everyone laughed.

  Like her students, Laura soon found her attention being 
  drawn to the slides like a moth to a candle's flame. 
  Using images of paintings, photographs, magazine ads, 
  statues, mannequins, and from various films both old and 
  new, Missy had put together a rather nicely-done 
  collection of what women had been wearing since the dawn 
  of time.  What Laura found truly amazing was how erotic 
  the presentation was proving to be.  The women on the 
  screen were frequently portrayed in various states of 
  undress, either alone or only in the company of other 
  women.  As the presentation moved to more contemporary 
  times, the women on the screen appeared ever younger, 
  until finally they could not have been much older then 
  the students who were watching them so intently. 

  The images become increasingly erotic, and Laura was 
  surprised to find herself reacting more and more to them. 
  She was becoming quite warm in the ex-cinema and longed 
  for the opportunity to get out of her tight leather and 
  now confining underwear.  The strange faint humming 
  sensation in her over-heated sex which kept returning was 
  really starting to get to her.  She wondered, perplexed 
  about what could be causing it, but she did not have a 
  clue.  Missy's roving hand on her buttocks as she stood 
  beside the freshman's desk didn't help her thinking 
  either!  The teacher could only pray that Joan, sitting 
  on Missy's left, would not notice in the darkness what 
  was going on.  She knew that she should really leave for 
  a few moments, to find some peace in the nearest lavatory 
  and cool off a little, but the presentation was proving 
  to be remarkably hypnotic, and Laura was unable to stop 
  watching, even with all of her other distractions. 

  While the pictures were becoming sexier, the display time 
  of the slides showing on-screen became more and more 
  unpredictable.  Because of this, Laura was forced even 
  more to examine each image much faster and in greater 
  detail then she would have otherwise, in case the slide 
  was suddenly changed to another.  Some images allowed 
  themselves to be lingered over in loving detail, while 
  the more erotic, some even sexually explicit, would just 
  flash upon the screen for an instant, then disappear. 
  Laura was amazed to see that, during those times, the 
  faces on the girls in the images had been cunningly 
  replaced by the faces of her students.  Unknowingly, her 
  girls were watching themselves performing in highly 
  erotic lesbian situations!  Laura found her pulse 
  starting to race as the procession of stunning erotic 
  images continued to flash across the screen.

  Everything about the presentation was compelling her to 
  watch, until she felt totally swallowed up in it. 
  Eventually, she started to imagined it was actually her 
  up there and not just some anonymous model, nude for all 
  the world to see and participating in all of those 
  wonderful acts!  She was the one being helplessly 
  stripped and abused in every possible location, inside 
  and out, in places public or private.  How delicious!

  "Phew!" Laura gasped.  The idea of her on the screen had 
  become so powerful that she had almost climaxed just 
  thinking about it.  She clamped her knees together and 
  bit her lower lip as she waited anxiously for the 
  sensation to pass.

  Finally able to tear her eyes from the screen, Laura 
  looked over her class.  She had not heard a single word 
  from anyone in quite some time now, and keenly wondered 
  how her princesses were handling it.  The students in the 
  front row were squirming more and more as the show 
  progressed.  Laura watched hungrily as the beautiful 
  teenagers repeatedly shifted in their seats, or crossed 
  and re-crossed their legs.  The most affected of them 
  appeared to be Fawn.  Normally a very cool and collected 
  individual, the blonde was sweating profusely as she kept 
  moving her long legs so much they were practically 
  dancing under her seat.

  A very agitated St. Joan had lasted until the 1970's. 
  When the Sexual Revolution came to full flower on the 
  screen, she whispered with Missy, then quietly rose and 
  dashed up to the far side of the room.  Laura watched 
  with regret as the girl in pink entered the projection 
  booth, then quietly shut the door behind her.

  Of all the girls in the class, only Missy seemed to be 
  unaffected by what was happening.  Laura noticed that the 
  14-year-old was not even watching the screen, but was 
  instead observing with glittering eyes the four 
  helplessly squirming members of the upper-class. 

  Unable to keep from watching any longer, Laura returned 
  to the presentation and was quickly caught up in it once 
  again.  The over-stimulated teacher felt Missy's hand 
  fiddling with the front of her black leather hip-huggers, 
  but she did not care anymore.  Between the constantly 
  growing sensations building within her and the erotic 
  images being blasted into her overheated brain, all Laura 
  could think about was getting her hands on a girl, any 
  girl, and finding some relief from the terrible pressures 
  building relentlessly within her.  She wondered hungrily 
  if it would be all right with Missy for her to leave the 
  class for a short time, to follow St. Joan and see if the 
  poor thing might need any 'help.'

  She felt a tugging on her top and looked down.  Missy was 
  signaling her to come down.  Laura bent over at the waist 
  and placed her ear close to Missy's mouth.

  "Take Fawn.  She's ready," Missy whispered.

  "T-take her?  Take her where?  Oh, my!  You mean...?  I...I 
  don't know...Oh!" gasped Laura as the heightened vibration 
  in her crotch suddenly threatened to overwhelm her.

  "Don't you want her?"

  "I...I...Oh!" sputtered Laura as she almost climaxed.  The 
  sensations were almost too much to endure.  She had to 
  find some relief from all of this, she just had to!

  "Well?" Missy asked as her right hand moved up Laura's 
  supple back under her sweatshirt and deftly opened the 
  distracted teacher's bra strap.

  "Y-yes!" cried Laura, scarcely aware that her breasts 
  were no longer being contained by her opened bra.  "Oh, 
  God help me!  Yes!  Yes, I want her!"

  "Good.  Christina Lee helped me switch Fawn's body powder 
  with something that has a little more kick to it. 
  Jealous over some college guy they're both seeing.  How 
  stupid!  Now go!" Missy said, and smartly smacked Laura 
  on her leather-clad left buttock.

  "Ow!" the dazed teacher cried.  She jumped and 
  practically ran down to the front of the classroom, 
  nursing her wounded behind with both hands.  When she 
  reached her desk, the teacher took a moment to compose 
  herself as much as possible. 

  "F-Fawn!" Laura called hesitantly over the presentation's 
  now rock-based throbbing soundtrack.  "Come here to me."

  "I...I don't want to," gasped the clearly troubled 
  cheerleader.  "I really don't feel well.  I...I think I 
  need to see the nurse."

  "Oh, stop," Laura told her as she wondered how her bra 
  had gotten so loose.  "You're the healthiest-looking girl 
  here.  Now stop this childish behavior and come to me.  I 
  need you for a...a little demonstration."

  "I really need to..." Fawn began.

  "Go on, you big baby," a flushed Christina Lee told her,
  her eyes sparkling with thoughts of revenge.

  Her ego stung, Fawn Jackson rose slowly and walked 
  carefully over to where Laura was standing.  Laura was 
  shocked at how the girl was moving.  Normally full of the 
  languid grace of the true high-school beauty, Fawn now 
  moved in a series of stiff jerks.  A deep cleft of 
  concentration appeared between her eyebrows and her full 
  soft lips were so tightly compressed they were nothing 
  more than a series of bloodless lines.  Sweat ran 
  unheeded down the sides of the girl's beautiful face.  It 
  was soon obvious to Laura that the teenager was doing 
  everything in her power to hide what was happening to 
  her.

  Forewarned by Missy, Laura watched as the girl came 
  closer.  She could clearly see how the sweating 
  cheerleader was trembling with desire, desire which had 
  been carefully manipulated and enhanced by the "twerp" 
  Missy.  Don't worry, my precious golden Fawn, you'll be 
  fine very soon.  My Missy has plans for you.

  Laura turned the tantalizing teen around until the girl 
  had her back to the class and was facing the screen. 

  "Keep watching," Laura whispered to the trembling girl as 
  she slipped her hands around the girl's narrow waist.

  "I...I don't really like this kind of kinky stuff.  It's 
  dirty," Fawn whined as images of beautiful naked young 
  women, women she felt very much a part of for some 
  reason, kept flashing hypnotically on the screen, filling 
  her mind as her out-of-control body continued to burn 
  under her clothes.

  "Keep watching," Laura whispered again, and turned to 
  face the class while still holding the trembling blonde 
  teenager by the waist.

  "Now, class.  Notice how this uniform closely resembles 
  that of the historic Greek evsone, the palace guards, we 
  saw a woman wear earlier.  See how the tapered top 
  follows Fawn's body exactly."

  As she talked, Laura kept running her hands up and down 
  the trembling girl's waist and rib cage, being careful to 
  press against the sides Fawn's firm, prominent breasts at 
  every opportunity.  Finally, as she continued her running 
  commentary, Laura could contain herself no longer and 
  cupped each full breast.  She was so nervous her hands 
  were shaking as they hefted the flawless breasts.  Fawn 
  stiffened and groaned at this fresh outrage to her 
  magnificent body, but continued to stare helplessly at 
  the mind-filling images on the screen as silent tears ran 
  down the front of her face. 

  Laura was amazed!  She was actually caressing the proud 
  Fawn Jackson's breasts secretly in front of the entire 
  class!  Thankfully, no one could see what delightful 
  things she was doing to the chest of the tormented 
  cheerleader.  Laura continued to talk about fashion as 
  she ran her open hands over the prominent points of each 
  breast.  She was astonished at how rapidly the nipples 
  leaped into her palms.  They were so hard she could 
  clearly feel them through Fawn's bra and top. 

  As she continued to caress Fawn, Laura was elated to hear 
  the cheerleader's now heavy breathing.  She worked the 
  firm breast-flesh with her hands, stopping periodically 
  only to tweak the stiff nipples, as she kept a running if 
  slightly breathless commentary about the different 
  slides.  Finally Fawn gave another quiet, desperate moan 
  and slightly jerked her shoulders back, thrusting her 
  swelling breasts more fully into Laura's willing hands.

  "Got you," Laura whispered happily as Fawn stiffly shook 
  her head in denial.

  Laura ran her hands down the front of the shaking girl's 
  body, and pressed down fully through the short pleated 
  skirt onto the distressed teen's crotch.  Fawn gasped as 
  Laura followed the contours of the teen's sex over her 
  clothes.  She then removed her hands and turned back to 
  the class. 

  "See how the skirt does a flaring out below the waist," 
  Laura explained as she traced the skirt's contours with 
  her hands.  "Short as it is, the skirt is still covering 
  her, and allowing her limbs full freedom of movement as 
  well."

  Laura ran her hands repeatedly over Fawn's trembling 
  buttocks, occasionally lifting the back of the skirt so 
  that everyone could see the firm buttocks nervously 
  clenching and unclenching underneath the tight panties. 
  Laura noticed that Jill Pender's eyes would especially 
  light up during those times, while Christina Lee would 
  lick her lips in delight as she watched so public a 
  humiliation of her chief rival.  This was excellent! 
  Fawn's two main supporters were now firmly, if passively, 
  involved in watching her humiliation.

  She turned the dazed cheerleader so that now her right 
  side was toward the class.

  "Look at how her natural figure is enhanced by what she 
  is wearing."

  Fawn kept her eyes helplessly on the screen as Laura 
  moved her hands freely over the teen's delightful 
  breasts, lifting and squeezing them to her heart's 
  content.  Yet this was not enough for her, not any more! 
  Primed by Missy, Laura could not deny herself any longer. 
  She had to experience more!

  "Yet this is only part of the story.  To understand 
  everything, we must see everything." Laura had already 
  unfastened the clasp behind the girl's neck.  Her heart 
  pounding, she now began to slowly lower the zipper 
  running down the back of the uniform.  "N-next we shall 
  talk about...f-foundation garments!" 

  A gasp came from the class as Laura swiftly pulled the 
  top of the befuddled Fawn's outfit down to her waist, 
  trapping the teen's arms in the fallen sleeves.  Laura 
  was not surprised that the low-cut bra was the same red-
  and-black pattern as the girl's uniform.

  As the semi-stripped cheerleader looked stupidly at her 
  fallen top, Laura noticed that Jill Pender's burning eyes 
  were fixed upon Fawn's rapidly rising and falling chest.

  Head spinning with images of a nude and helpless Fawn, 
  Laura decided that now was the time to get the others 
  actively involved.  She motioned at Jill, and the swimmer 
  slowly rose to her feet and came towards them.

  "Now.  With the assistance from Jill, we shall now see 
  how modern foundation garments work.  Jill, please show 
  the class how Fawn's bra not only protects her breasts 
  with its fine construction and design, but enhances them 
  as well."

  Fawn looked at her shadow with pleading eyes, but Jill 
  saw only that magnificent chest.  She halted directly in 
  front of the moaning teen, and reached out towards the 
  magnificent orbs.  She looked pleadingly at Laura with 
  her hands almost touching them.  "I...I...don't know...!" she 
  gasped as Laura took the hesitant swimmer's hands and 
  placed them firmly on the pointed tips of the 
  cheerleader's heaving breasts. 

  "OH!" they cried as both girls jerked at the unexpected 
  contact, acting as if they had been connected to a strong 
  electrical current.  After a moment of savoring her first 
  touch of the firm forbidden flesh, Jill began to 
  enthusiastically work the swollen breasts through the 
  cups of the thin bra.  The cheerleader's firm breasts 
  were first being thoroughly molded, then were soon 
  dancing from Jill's eager manipulations of Fawn's bra. 

  Laura observed as Fawn continued to passively stand 
  wearing a completely dazed expression, as her proud chest 
  was continuously violated.  With yet another low moan, 
  Fawn finally responded to this latest assault on her 
  heated body by throwing her shoulders even further back 
  then before while she surrendered to the fondling of her 
  private flesh by leaning forward and pressing her aching 
  breasts harder into the swimmer's willing hands.

  Laura watched fascinated at the unfolding drama as Jill 
  continued to enthusiastically maul the cheerleader's 
  breasts until Laura felt someone pressing her from 
  behind.  She turned and saw that it was Christina Lee. 

  The school's society queen was intently watching the two 
  girls, her beautiful sculptured face a mask.  But her 
  normally perfect hair was in disarray and her hands were 
  closed into tight white fists.

  "I...I want to help, too," Christina Lee whispered hoarsely 
  as her burning eyes remained fixed on Jill's caressing of 
  Fawn's proud breasts.

  "W-well.  We...we haven't looked at her...her panties yet," 
  gulped Laura, her mouth suddenly very dry at what was to 
  come.

  Christina Lee nodded stiffly and like a machine went 
  behind the distracted Fawn and gently tugged on the 
  uniform bunched around the girl's hips.  Fawn gave out a 
  helpless groan as she was slowly undressed.  Christina 
  Lee continued tugging until the cheerleader's uniform was 
  laying in a forgotten heap on the floor.  She reached 
  around the heavily sweating well-shaped torso and held 
  the front and back edges of the teen's low-cut, red-and-
  black bikini panties.

  Laura almost died as she watched Christina Lee 
  deliberately saw the slick material of the soaked crotch 
  band deep into her best friend's defenseless labia. 

  It was only the sound of grunting behind her that made 
  Laura turn away from the captivating sight of the haughty 
  Fawn Jackson being so openly violated by her fellow 
  classmates. 

  Laura turned and was astonished to see Ellen Garnett 
  squirming madly in her seat.  Her body bucked and jumped 
  as her mouth and legs opened and closed repeatedly 
  together.  In the shadows Laura noticed that something 
  was happening under the editor's usual denim shift.  With 
  a sudden cry, Ellen stiffened once, then once again 
  before her head fell limply over the seat-back and her 
  body collapsed in the chair.

  Out of the shadows from behind the unconscious editor 
  arose Missy, who came around the chair and swiftly 
  undressed the girl.  When Missy pulled the shift over the 
  teen's head, Laura saw that Ellen's clothes were in 
  complete disarray.  Her top and bra were both bunched up 
  around her neck, while her panties were at mid-thigh. 
  Not that it mattered, because Missy's busy hands soon 
  removed everything, leaving the haughty editor of the 
  school paper sprawled naked in her chair.

  When she had finished carelessly stuffing Ellen Garnett's 
  clothes in one of the storage lockers, Missy walked over 
  to the stunned Laura.

  "She was going to get the principle, tell the school 
  board, the police, the local papers, everyone," Missy 
  told her matter-of-factly.  "I convinced her to stay."

  "My God!"

  "Now for the main course," Missy said gleefully and began 
  to undress.  "Oh, Joan started to freak, so I sent her to 
  the projection booth to sort of take care of things.  As 
  your reward for today, you can take care of her, if you 
  dare."

  "Joan?  For me?  Thank you, Missy.  Thank you!"

  "Don't thank me.  You've really earned it this time.  If 
  you're smart and strong enough."

  "What?  What do you mean?"

  The nude Missy reached into her clothes and pulled out a 
  small remote control.  Smiling wickedly, the 14-year-old 
  pressed a button.  Laura just had time to notice that 
  Missy was wearing some sort of weird harness around her 
  waist when the low humming in her pulsating crotch 
  promptly grew to epic proportions.  The 22-year-old 
  teacher fell helpless to the floor.  She lay on her right 
  side with her hands between her legs, and watched 
  horrified as Missy threw the control off into the 
  darkness as wave after wave of mind-shattering sensations 
  seemed to radiate from her madly fluttering sex. 

  "Missy!" Laura hissed desperately as the freshman quietly 
  left her alone on the dirty thin carpet, her buzzing 
  vagina ready to explode.  "No!  You can't!  You can't 
  leave me like this!"

  Knowing that her only hope was to remove the thing from 
  inside her before it drove her mad, Laura sought 
  desperately to jam her hands down the front of her hip-
  huggers.  She was dismayed to discover that the front of 
  her jeans was already unfastened and fully opened, which 
  meant that she had been showing the class the front of 
  her neon-pink panties whenever her top rose.  Missy! 
  Missy had done this to her!  The jeans clung so tightly 
  to her body she had never noticed.  Even now, they were 
  still too tight in the crotch for the frantic Laura to 
  reach her dripping, palpitating sex.

  She was still trying to pull the tightly fitting jeans 
  off her hips when the first orgasm struck. 

  "AH!" Laura cried helplessly as her body rocked to the 
  unbelievable buzzing in her ready pussy!  She flailed 
  helplessly on the floor, unable to do anything except to 
  ride out the overpowering sensations which had been 
  building in her all afternoon.

  By the time she was well into her second climax, Laura 
  had managed to work the hip-huggers down enough for her 
  to be able to finally reach her wildly pulsating cunt. 
  She thrust two fingers deep inside of her embarrassingly 
  well-lubricated channel and caused herself to climax yet 
  again!

  "OH GOD!  OH GOD!" she screamed in ecstasy.  Her hips 
  bucked joyously while she worked her slender fingers in 
  and out of her hungry vagina, all thoughts of removing 
  the wonderful device temporarily forgotten.

  Before losing all control, in the brief time between 
  climaxes, Laura was able to locate the alien intruder 
  placed there by Marion Stratton.  As it buzzed merrily 
  away in her poor sex, she finally found the will to reach 
  deep inside of her throbbing vagina and pull the 
  offending device out of her body.  Suppressing a sudden, 
  sick desire to keep it for herself, she weakly threw the 
  remote-controlled stimulator as far away from her as she 
  could.

  Totally exhausted, the teacher could not move.  She lay 
  gasping for air on the floor, bathed in the weird 
  reflected light of the still-running presentation.  Only 
  the thought that Joan, the sweet and innocent St. Joan, 
  was waiting for her in the dark projection booth kept her 
  conscious.

  Unable to wait any longer, Laura rolled over and, on 
  hands and knees, began the long crawl up to the opposite 
  end of the room, her forgotten jeans still halfway down 
  her hips.

  *****

  Missy surveyed the sublime tableau before her with 
  satisfaction.  Fawn was still sandwiched helplessly 
  between her two eager 'friends.'  Her mouth was hanging 
  open and a trickle of saliva was running from the left 
  corner of her mouth down her jaw.  Her wide blue eyes 
  were open, but clearly the girl saw nothing.  She was 
  jerking helplessly to the constant efforts of her good 
  friends on her near-naked body. 

  Jill had played with the sexy bra so much that it had 
  worked itself up over the prominent breasts.  The lower 
  part of the bra-cups were now cutting directly across the 
  sensitive nipples (Missy knew that Fawn wouldn't change 
  to a more-functional sports bra until the actual game). 

  The cheerleader's hips were moving frantically as 
  Christina Lee, who had bent over and was now nibbling on 
  Fawn's quivering buttocks, kept working the soaked 
  panties ever deeper into Fawn's dripping sex and between 
  her delectable ass cheeks. 

  Jill and Christina Lee, for their own reasons, were 
  totally lost in their defilement of Fawn, while the 
  cheerleader herself had gone long past any capacity for 
  rational thought, all because of this unexpected dual 
  assault on her perfectly toned and deeply tanned body. 

  Missy looked at the back of the swimmer's tight, white 
  shorts with interest.  Fawn had once told Jill Pender 
  that her legs were 'nice,' and Jill had only worn shorts 
  to school ever since.  Missy had watched for years as 
  Fawn deliberately used her magnificent body to tease and 
  torment the sexually confused athlete.  The cool Jill's 
  unwitting infatuation with the cheerleader was used by 
  Fawn to turn the girl into her own personal sycophant, 
  someone to jump at her every beck and call.  Until now. 
  Now that Jill finally got her hands on the helpless 
  cheerleader's high-set breasts, Missy could tell that she 
  was totally oblivious to everything else. 

  Missy now turned her attention to the last of her 
  targets.  Christina Lee, along with Fawn, came from the 
  town's wealthiest families.  Missy knew that the two 
  girls had hated each other since birth.  Terribly 
  envious, they were in heated competition about 
  everything, and each would not hesitate to cause the 
  other any sort of trouble, provided of course it could 
  not be traced back to them.  Yet, they were practically 
  inseparable and did everything together.  They had to, 
  really, because who else was there in New Berlin that was 
  worthy of such elite company as themselves? 

  Christina Lee's betrayal of Fawn did not surprise Missy 
  in the least. Missy had told her it was just 'itching 
  powder,' and the High School Queen had jumped at the 
  chance to publicly humiliate her friend at today's pep 
  rally.  It was an action very typical of this group. 
  Yet, by helping Missy to switch Fawn's expensive body 
  powder with Doris' Sleep-Over Special, Christina Lee had 
  contributed to her own undoing as well.  Missy was then 
  able to replace Christina Lee's own expensive scented 
  powder, since the lockers of the two friends were 
  (naturally) right next to each other!  It also helped 
  that Christina Lee could not conceive of the possibility 
  of others doing to her what she loved doing to others.

  Now Missy knew they both have the itch, and very badly 
  too from the looks of it.  Missy watched with 
  satisfaction as the society queen's right hand went up 
  underneath her own short, tight skirt.  Christina Lee was 
  so out of control she had no idea what she was really 
  doing!

  Missy could do anything she wanted with them now, 
  anything!  Things had worked out exactly as she and her 
  mother had planned a year ago, when she had first told 
  her of the idea for this class.  Even the slide show, 
  which they had spent the summer putting together, proved 
  to be absolutely devastating in its effect on the 
  unsuspecting students.

  It was now time for glorious pay-back.  This was the 
  group who had tormented her from as early as she could 
  remember, tormented her for her quietness, her 
  intelligence, her carefully mended clothes, her 
  independence, her difference.  They had even made fun of 
  her mother, as if deafness was something that could 
  affect only the less-worthy.  Missy was more then ready 
  to melt the Ice Queen, a victim herself really, because 
  of the way she joined in Fawn and Christina's cruelty of 
  her and her mother, just to be a part of the group.

  It was Fawn and Christina Lee who were the worst, though. 
  Missy was not safe anywhere from them and their snide 
  comments and cruel acts.  Even when they were in the 
  occasional class together, they would start on her, and 
  everyone, including the teacher, would join them.  After 
  all, they were the richest girls in town and were truly 
  beautiful besides.  They could do no wrong.

  Afterwards, when she went to complain to the counselor 
  about how badly she had been treated, even the popular 
  and usually understanding Susan Jennings had smirked a 
  bit at her.  That was when she got the idea for The Plan. 
  She would get them, the cunts, she would get them all.

  Missy started in earnest on her bra collection.  What was 
  once an idle hobby became an obsession.  The girls she 
  took were usually too embarrassed afterwards to say 
  anything to anyone.  Those who did complain were never 
  believed.  It was always assumed they were out on a heavy 
  date and only wanted to cover their tracks afterwards. 
  But sometimes to their own surprise, they secretly came 
  back for more, and Missy and her mother Doris were always 
  very happy to oblige.  It was her way of training for the 
  main event, when she would finally go up against Fawn and 
  Christina Lee.

  By the time of her 14th birthday, Missy's skills were such 
  that she was collecting bras faster then she could 
  catalogue them.  Not just concerned with the girls in her 
  grade level any more, she was now going after their older 
  sisters and even occasionally a mother or two, when she 
  wasn't doing sales girls and such.  The only ones she 
  specifically left alone were the set of girls perpetually 
  surrounding the two school queens, Fawn Jackson and
  Christina Lee Stuart.  For them she had something very 
  special in mind.

  Her seductions were always carefully planned (her mother 
  was very helpful in this) and exactingly executed. 
  Bertha Wolf was also very helpful.  She was a devoted and 
  life-long friend of her mother's since Bertha became her 
  mother's self-appointed protector when they were children 
  growing up in the same rough neighborhood.  Bertha was 
  now always on hand to handle any neighborhood 
  complications, such as the occasional undressed stray, 
  that is a girl who would become 'lost' in the course of a 
  conquest.  She also proved very effective with her mini-
  interrogations, and could easily find out what was 
  happening in a girl's very soul, even before the girl 
  herself did.

  Sometimes the seductions Missy conducted were very quick. 
  Within an hour an unsuspecting young woman might find 
  herself naked or helplessly climaxing in the most unusual 
  of circumstances.  Other seductions were very slow 
  indeed, such as her deliberate wooing of Susan Jennings. 

  Susan was special in that she was to become a permanent 
  addition to the Manchester household (her mother did so 
  want a pet), but in the end she did not work out and 
  Missy had to discard the student counselor and look for 
  something better.

  But everything worked out for the best, because the 
  surprisingly naive yet highly sensual Miss Laura 
  Papadakis arrived to literally take her place. 

  Missy turned to look at the devastated teacher slowly 
  crawling on her hands and knees, the light from the 
  screen reflecting off of her partially exposed buttocks 
  and glowing-pink panties.  Yes, Laura was doing quite 
  well, and should prove to be an excellent beginning to 
  what could become a very fascinating family collection.

  Missy turned back to her real goal and her face went 
  hard.  She finally had them, the stupid cunts!  Fawn, her 
  toady, Jill Pender, and Fawn's best friend and hated 
  rival, Christina Lee, were finally right where she wanted 
  them to be, at their most vulnerable, attacking one of 
  their own.

  They were their own worst enemies of course. 

  She checked the harness draped around her hips one last 
  time, then looked down at the large phallus resting on 
  her pussy.  Her mother called the dildo The Persuader, 
  and it had never failed.  It could quickly get the 
  attention of the most indifferent of women.  The very 
  pliant material was intricately ribbed and knobbed to 
  provide the maximum of pleasure.  Its effects were truly 
  devastating and Missy loved to use it when ever she 
  could.  She removed the sealed plastic bag Doris had so 
  thoughtfully fitted around it and dropped it to the 
  floor.  That way Missy's clothes would not be stained by 
  the heavy coating of lubricant she had placed there 
  before they left for school this morning.

  It was time.  Missy began to move purposefully towards 
  the small group.  She would now give these "ladies" an 
  afternoon they will long remember.

   *****

  Laura was crawling past Ellen Garnett's chair when she 
  felt something pull on the back waistband of her jeans. 
  She looked behind her and saw that a crying Ellen Garnett 
  was on her knees behind her, trying to pull her jeans 
  off! 

  "What have you done to us?" Ellen shouted above the music 
  as she pulled insanely on the super-tight material. 
  "What have you done?"

  "Get away from me!" Laura cried as she tried to crawl 
  away from her attacker, but the maddened Ellen was 
  shaking her so much with her iron grip it was all the 
  befuddled teacher could do to keep from falling to the 
  floor.  Laura didn't have time for this.  St. Joan was 
  waiting for her, right now!

  There was a quiet "rip" when some seams parted and, with 
  a wild cry of victory from Ellen, Laura's black leather 
  hip-huggers were soon half-way down her thighs, while her 
  electric-pink panties, glowing brightly in the reflected 
  light, were still covering the lower portion of her 
  buttocks.

  Ellen Garnett clapped her hands in delight at the 
  degrading sight.  Ever since the new teacher had dared to 
  take her against her will (supposedly just because she 
  had engaged in a little harmless fun with her earlier), 
  Ellen had been able to think of nothing else.  It was the 
  first time she had never been in absolute control of a 
  sexual situation, lesbian or otherwise.  She had never 
  been so humiliated and helpless, and to her horror Ellen 
  realized that she had also never been so excited.  It was 
  a new concept for the editor and, although she hated 
  everything about it, the idea mesmerized her.  To prevent 
  it from happening again, she even wrote an anonymous 
  letter to the school board denouncing Miss Papadakis and 
  the HR-F class to them.  Yet, each day she fantasized 
  about being taken in ever more elaborate circumstances. 
  It was her terrible dark secret and it consumed her 
  totally. 

  And now it was happening again!  She had just been taken 
  by a lowly freshman, a strange pathetic nothing of a girl 
  she would never have thought twice about, except perhaps 
  to have a little fun with.  Ellen had recognized the 
  purpose of the sly presentation almost from the very 
  start, and was incredibly indignant that someone 
  (certainly Miss Papadakis, who else was there?) would 
  resort to pull so obvious and shabby a trick on them. 
  What an insult to their (but especially her) 
  intelligence!  Yet, while armed with the knowledge that 
  it was some sort of silly intrigue against them, it still 
  did not save her from becoming as excited as the other 
  members of her small, elite group of friends.

  As the presentation continued, Ellen became more and more 
  agitated at being so manipulated, even if her idiot 
  friends did not appear to mind the stimulation in the 
  least.  When a strangely-acting Fawn of all people had 
  been chosen for that humiliating "demonstration," that 
  had been enough for her.  She knew that whatever was 
  going on here had to be stopped, and quickly, before it 
  was too late, even if watching the snooty Fawn in the 
  hands of Miss Papadakis did thrill her in ways she could 
  never understand.

  It was then that Missy, the teacher's chief pawn in this 
  insidious plot, had magically appeared behind her. 
  Before she knew it, the little minx had gotten inside of 
  her clothes from behind and Ellen soon lost all control! 
  If she had not been so excited herself, she would have 
  been better able to resist the young girl's surprisingly 
  educated hands.  However, any thoughts she might have 
  possessed about leaving quickly faded in the delicious 
  sensations Missy had caused her to have so unbelievably 
  quickly.  After an amazing series of climaxes, Ellen, a 
  melted puddle of contented butter, was helpless to
  prevent herself from being stripped by the girl.

  In her naked misery afterwards, Ellen wanted to die.  Now 
  she could never tell anyone what was happening here.  She 
  had been taken and stripped once again, this time by 
  someone who was practically a child!  So, when she saw 
  the main reason for her current unbearable predicament 
  crawling past her, Ellen knew she had to act against this 
  monstrosity in the shape of a beautiful teacher.  She 
  would prove to her once and for all that she, Ellen 
  Garnett, was truly the superior woman.

  When she saw Laura stop to twist around and pull up her 
  panties, the maddened editor leapt bodily onto the 
  confused teacher.  Ellen reached under the back of the 
  sweatshirt and cruelly yanked the already unfastened bra 
  from Laura's shoulders, breaking the straps in the 
  process.  After waving the pink bra above her head with a 
  loud "Whoop!  Whoop!" of triumph, Ellen sent it flinging 
  into the darkness. 

  "Two can play at this undressing game!" she cackled.

  She easily knocked Laura over onto her back, then spun 
  around on top of her, the more better to humiliate and 
  undress the helpless teacher, as she herself had just 
  been humiliated!

  Ellen started fighting with the ridiculously tight 
  leather hip-huggers once again, trying desperately to get 
  them down Laura's thighs.  After a short while, Ellen 
  discovered she could work better if she rose up on her 
  knees, which were firmly planted on either side of 
  Laura's chest.

  "Yes!" she cried happily.  Her victory was assured now 
  that she was finally able to start working the ruined 
  leather down the teacher's weakly flailing legs.  "I've 
  got you, you bitch.  I've finally got you!"

  *****

  Laura had no idea what was happening any more.  Starved 
  and sexually overwrought, it had all become too much for 
  her.  All she knew for sure was that a very heavy weight 
  on her chest was keeping her from breathing properly, she 
  was incredibly hungry, and that a vision in pink was 
  waiting for her and her palpitating sex, somewhere.

  Suddenly the heavy weight lifted from her chest and the 
  strong scent of fresh strawberries filled her quivering 
  nostrils.  Laura loved strawberries and her mouth 
  watered!  Following her nose, Laura raised her head and, 
  after fastening her mouth firmly on the source of the 
  delightful scent as she held tightly onto some convenient 
  pillars, began to lick and suck heavily on the heavenly 
  nectar she found there inside the tight, hot chamber.

  *****

  "AAAhhh!" Ellen screamed in outrage when she felt that 
  someone had attached a vacuum cleaner to her precious 
  sex.  She looked underneath her nude body and was stunned 
  to see the teacher's head fixed firmly between her 
  thighs.  How dare she!  The bitch was trying to do it to 
  her again! 

  She tried frantically to escape as she felt her strength 
  draining rapidly through her electrified cunt, but the 
  teacher had too firm a grip on her thighs and she could 
  not get away!  Ellen realized with despair that she was 
  succumbing once again to feelings totally beyond her will 
  to control, and to her horror loved it!  With a groan of 
  resignation, she let the insatiable mouth at her sex 
  capture her totally!

  After the second orgasm, a very limp Ellen could only lay 
  across the teacher and spasm helplessly as Laura 
  continued her joyous feeding upon the once-proud editor's 
  twitching sex.

  *****

  Laura fed voraciously on the squishy pocket of delicious 
  liquid.  She loved it especially when the sides of the 
  pocket would twitch tightly together, forcing the 
  strawberry-flavored food directly into her mouth. 
  Happily, she was able to cause this to happen many, many 
  times.

  *****

  "No more," a defeated Ellen kept mumbling between 
  climaxes as a totally oblivious Laura still feasted on 
  the vulnerable, gushing cunt.  "No more.  You win.  Oh my 
  God, you win."

  Ellen knew what was required of her.  She pulled down 
  Laura's soaked panties as far as she could and lowered 
  her head in complete subjection between the partially 
  denuded thighs.  She began to show her devotion to the 
  pulsating pussy, by lovingly thrusting her tongue deep 
  into the tight, quivering wetness as she rubbed her lips 
  deliberately across Laura's swollen labia.

  A shattered Ellen Garnett paused as she felt her 
  conqueror's vagina clench mightily, the hot free-flowing 
  juices splashing across her smiling face.  She knew she 
  could stop now, and finally allowed herself to embrace 
  the darkness approaching her blasted mind.  She passed 
  out, carrying the knowledge that her perfectly controlled 
  life would truly never be the same again.

  *****

  "AHH!" Laura gasped.  My God!  What was happening here? 
  She was shocked to find herself between the thighs of 
  another woman as her own body stiffened in the midst of a 
  monstrous orgasm! 

  She pushed off the limp nude body, and immediately 
  recognized the wonderfully shaved pussy in front of her 
  as belonging to Ellen Garnett. 

  "Oh, no!" she cried.  She had done it to the poor girl 
  again!

  She tried to stand, but her legs and feet were caught in 
  something.  Laura struggled out of the constricting 
  material and stood on bare shaking legs.  Her jeans, 
  panties, shoes and socks were now laying discarded on the 
  floor, but the terribly shaken Laura never noticed them, 
  or their absence.  She badly needed help and looked for 
  Missy in the darkness.  She had to end this, it had 
  gotten way out of control! 

  As the bedazzled teacher made her way hesitantly in 
  search of Missy, she noticed vaguely that the music 
  accompanying the presentation had changed once again, 
  this time to Britney Spears dripping teen desire with her 
  Baby One More Time:

  Show me
  How you want it to be
  Tell me baby
  'cause I need to know now
  oh because

  My loneliness
  is killing me (and I)
  I must confess
  I still believe (still believe)
  when I'm not with you I lose my mind
  give me a sign--
  hit me baby one more time

  Oh baby baby
  a reason I breath is you
  boy you've got me blinded
  Oh baby baby
  there's nothin' that I wouldn't do
  that's not the way I planned it


  The images on the screen were flashing fast enough now 
  that Laura was able to see what was going on only in a 
  series of very brief glimpses.  Dazzled by the lights, 
  she wandered down to the front of the class and almost 
  walked into the screen.  She turned away and went towards 
  her desk, trying to adjust her eyes to the ever-changing 
  lights.  Almost at her desk, the stunned teacher stopped, 
  her mouth open in disbelief.  Her desk was not as she had 
  left it.  Something had been added.  Three somethings, to 
  be exact!

  Jill Pender, Fawn Jackson, and Christina Lee Stuart, 
  facing the screen, were bent over, laying side-by-side 
  and face-down across her desk.  Their legs were very 
  wide-spread behind them, their feet still on the floor. 
  All three were nude, their perfect bodies gleaming in the 
  bright strobe flashes of light. 

  Christina Lee began a strange violent shaking, as if 
  someone were bumping her from behind.  Then Laura saw 
  why.  It was Missy, ramming her hips fiercely into the 
  quaking socialite.  There was a strange smile on 
  Christina Lee's dazed face Laura had never seen before as 
  she watched the high school queen raise her hips in 
  response to the rhythmic attack.

  "She must like getting bumped," the befuddled Laura 
  muttered.

  Jill Pender tried to rise herself up off the desk, but 
  Missy quickly went behind her and gripped Jill's slim 
  waist as she began to bump the swimmer from behind as 
  well.  She leaned forward and cupped her hands over 
  Jill's small, jerking breasts.  She kneaded the firm 
  breast-flesh, then scissored each of the long, erect 
  nipples between her middle and forefingers.  As she 
  clamped her fingers tightly together, Missy pulled and 
  twisted the vulnerable nipples until each sensitive 
  breast was dancing to a rhythm of its own. 

  Jill supported herself on her arms for a moment, then 
  with a moan of, "My tits!  My tits!," fell limply back 
  over the desk. 

  As Missy now used her hands to slap the athlete's 
  quivering buttocks in time with her deep thrusts, the 
  buffeted Jill noticed the semi-dressed teacher standing 
  by the desk and once again that afternoon gave her a look 
  full of pleading, her trembling arms outstretched as if 
  asking for help.  Before Laura could understand what was 
  happening, Jill cried out, "Oh God!  I'm cumming again!" 

  Her body convulsed as her face betrayed the intensity of 
  the conflicting emotions raging through her.  Finally it 
  became too much for her.  The swimmer stiffened, her eyes 
  rolled up and she fainted.

  Missy continued to buffet the now quiet athlete a few 
  more times, then went back behind the smiling Christina 
  Lee.  The smile vanished for a brief second as Missy 
  entered her once again, then returned even wider then 
  before as the high school queen quietly purred, "Oh! 
  Yes!"  Missy soon had Christina Lee shaking even more 
  than before from her rear assault.

  Laura looked for any activity from Fawn, but the 
  cheerleader was clearly unconscious upon the desk, her 
  beautiful face laying in a pool of her own saliva, which 
  was running down from her open mouth. 

  "W-what's going on h-here?" she asked Missy in a 
  quivering, hesitant voice.  She was terrified of spoiling 
  whatever game Missy was playing with these girls, and by 
  doing so have the 14-year old angry at her, yet there was 
  something rather wrong about all of this.

  Laura walked around the desk and finally saw what Missy 
  was really doing to her students.

  "Oh my God!" Laura gasped in shock.  She could see the 
  sweat-covered 14-year-old's long blonde hair flying in 
  all directions from her efforts as her slim hips 
  continued to pound the buttocks of the helpless girl on 
  the desk.  Laura could not believe it.  She was fucking 
  them.  Her beloved Missy was fucking them all out of 
  their minds!  Each of the beautiful students remained 
  draped over her desk.  Fawn and Jill were quiescent, 
  already having been fucked into insensibility, but 
  Christina Lee's hips were still moving, actively 
  countering Missy's firm thrusting.

  Laura knew she had to stop this insanity before it was 
  too late.  She started to hesitantly walk towards the 
  group, but it was difficult.  She could hardly stand now 
  the room was spinning so much.  She only went a few 
  wavering paces, when Missy saw her and, without breaking 
  her rhythm, pointed towards the wall.  Laura obediently 
  stopped and turned towards the large screen.  She saw 
  that a new image now flashed repeatedly on the screen. 
  It was the same picture of that unfortunate nude girl 
  Laura had been finding all over school.  She tried to 
  ignore it, but there was something hauntingly familiar 
  about the figure on such humiliating display.

  In fast glimpses, the narrow image on the screen slowly 
  expanded to include an increasing view of the surrounding 
  area.  Laura felt sick to her stomach as she finally 
  recognized the utility closet where those nice girls who 
  were helping her in the shower had taken her to get her 
  hair done. 

  "Noo!" she groaned.  "They couldn't.  They wouldn't.  It 
  must be someone else.  It must be!"

  The bent-over figure at the center of the image could 
  still be clearly seen as an endless procession of female 
  students now flashed upon the screen, abusing the unknown 
  figure, swatting the defenseless buttocks, openly 
  fondling her vulnerable sex with an astonishing variety 
  of objects.  To the distressed Laura it seemed that the 
  figure's only reaction to this obscene molestation of her 
  person was to spread her legs wider, and stand on her 
  toes so that her hips were even higher over the edge of 
  the deep metal sink than before! 

  But this couldn't be real!  No one would allow that to 
  happen to her.  It must be something staged for one of 
  those horrible men's magazines!

  The camera angle abruptly changed.  Laura, now watching 
  the sink's interior, saw how the nude figure's head was 
  covered in lather and at least two pairs of hands were 
  washing it.  The camera moved back and a stunned Laura 
  saw that one of the girls washing the head was a softly 
  grinning Missy.

  "No," Laura groaned again as she collapsed onto the 
  floor.  "Oh God, please.  Not that.  Please.  Anything 
  but that."

  At last the beautiful figure on the screen was 
  straightened by those around her, but Laura still could 
  not see the face as the head was wrapped in a towel, just 
  as hers had been that morning.  It did not matter, 
  really.  Laura knew who it was now.

  "Sweet Christ!" the devastated Laura cried.  "It's me, 
  it's me!"

  The next image showed the nude towel-headed figure being 
  led by Missy into the crowded hallway just outside the 
  entrance to the girl's gym, but Laura was no longer 
  paying any attention.  The realization of how easily, 
  even eagerly, she had been led into such a humiliating 
  situation, was devastating! 

  Laura Papadakis screamed in terror as she realized what 
  had been done to her!  Of what she had done to herself!
  She had to get away!  She had to escape from this...this 
  awful living nightmare! 

  Still screaming, she leapt to her feet and, clad only in 
  her sweatshirt, began running wildly in a blind panic 
  into the flashing semi-darkness.  She suddenly felt 
  terribly constricted by her top.  She stopped briefly to 
  fight her way out of it, then threw the sweatshirt away 
  and started to run again.  She knew only that she was 
  running up a gentle hill.  Soon breathless, her terrible 
  screams stopped, but only to be replaced by a deep, 
  continuous sobbing.

  The flashing light behind her abruptly stopped and the 
  room was plunged into total darkness.  The only sounds 
  the running Laura heard were her own uncontrolled 
  sobbings and the soft grunts and wet slaps of flesh 
  striking flesh from the obscene fucking which was 
  happening on the other, lower side of the room.

  Laura stopped abruptly when her out-stretched hands 
  rammed against the far wall.  She had run out of room! 
  She turned to her right and felt along the wall until she 
  came across something cold and smooth.  It was a metal 
  door.  Without thinking, her shaking hands found the 
  latch and she went into the comforting quiet.  She 
  quickly shut the door behind her and fell to the floor 
  right in front of it.  She pressed her back hard against 
  the cold metal door, the concrete cool on her bare 
  bottom.  Laura was cutting off in her tortured mind the 
  obscene images of that sick woman on the wall who used to 
  be her, but was now a complete stranger.

  But it was her!  It was her! 

  She could not bear the thought of it any longer and the 
  darkness truly did overtake her.  She fell sideways and 
  lay inert along the base of the door.

  *****

  Laura dreamt of hearing two feminine voices in the very 
  dark room. 

  "What's happening now?" said the much more nervous, 
  clearly younger voice.

  "I don't know.  It's very dark.  Probably more of the 
  same.  Nothing of importance, really.  Sure you don't 
  want to look?"

  "Oh, no!  First those terrible pictures, and then those 
  awful sounds.  That grunting, and those shouts!  I 
  couldn't!  Just keep that window closed, please!  If you 
  hadn't been here, I would have died for sure!"

  "It's just part of the show.  Missy told me all about it 
  yesterday."

  "Really?  Wow.  It sure sounded real.  Where is Missy?  I 
  do miss her right now."

  "She's still a little busy, taking care of some tight 
  ends.  Gathering momentos, you know?  Photos for the 
  family scrapbook, a few video's, that sort of thing.  I 
  suppose she'll be along when she is done."

  "In the dark?"

  "Yes, Joan.  You can do all sorts of things, even in the 
  dark."

  "What happened to Miss P?"

  "Like I told you, she's still there, sleeping peacefully 
  right were I found her just before my last match gave 
  out, in front of the door there."

  "But you said she was n-naked!  What could have happened 
  to her...to her clothes?"

  "She probably took them off.  I bet she was simply warm 
  and needed a little cooling off.  You saw how Missy was 
  helping those other girls with their clothes, didn't 
  you?"

  "Y-yes.  I was wondering about that."

  "I'm sure they were warm as well.  I mean, haven't you 
  ever taken off your clothes and run through a lawn 
  sprinkler or something in the summer?"

  "No, never.  Mama hates it when we even wear bathing 
  suits."

  "So how do you go swimming?"

  "We don't."

  "Come on.  Don't you ever take your clothes off when it's 
  hot out?"

  "Oh, no.  That wouldn't be decent, especially in the day-
  time!"

  "Are you warm now?"

  "My goodness, yes.  Missy said I should dress really warm 
  today, but it's not cool at all down here like it usually 
  is.  They must have turned on the heat finally."

  "Well then?"

  "W-well what?"

  "Don't you want to be nice and cool?  It's certainly 
  night down here now, don't you think?"

  "Oh, no.  I couldn't.  W-what are you doing?"

  "Seeing how your top buttons.  I haven't seen any that 
  fasten in the back like that in a long time.  It's such a 
  lovely sweater, so thick and soft."

  "Thank you.  Mama made it for me."

  "Your mother has wonderful taste.  She must love you very 
  much to make you something so beautiful."

  "Thank you."

  "Oh, my.  Now I've done it.  Your sweater is almost half 
  unbuttoned!  I'm so sorry."

  "It's all right.  That seems to happen all the time with 
  Missy.  I'll just..."

  "No, let me do it.  It's all my fault, anyway."

  "O-OK.  Thank you."

  "Oh, darn.  Now I've gone the wrong way.  I'm so silly 
  sometimes."

  "My goodness!  I'm all undone!  Maybe I should just..."

  "Oh, fudge!  My finger is caught in one of your cute 
  little button holes."

  "That's all right, just don't p-pull on the...!"

  "Oops!  There goes the sleeve!  Now it's all tangled up."

  "Oh My!"

  "Drat!  Now there goes the other one!  Well, since it's 
  off, just let me take this lovely sweater and straighten 
  it out, OK?  We certainly don't want to get it wrinkled."

  "Oh, my!  I don't know..."

  "Here, now.  Just let me have it.  Such a good girl. 
  That's it, just let go.  OK, then.  That wasn't so hard 
  now, was it?"

  "No.  But I'm just in my...!"

  "Not to worry!  You are quite decent, honest!  It's so 
  dark in here, no one can see a thing.  I just want to 
  straighten out this lovely sweater of yours, but first 
  I'm going to put it over here for a moment.  You know, 
  I'm a teacher, too.  In fact, I'll be working with Miss 
  Papadakis for the remainder of the year."

  "That's very nice.  She's such a good teacher.  I really 
  like her.  I'm sorry, but what did you say your name was, 
  again?"

  "Miss Jennings.  But you can call me Sue, honey."

  "I couldn't do that.  It wouldn't be proper at all."

  "Why don't you let me worry about that?"

  "Ah!  What are you doing, S-Sue?"

  "Just helping you relax, that's all.  You seem very 
  tense.  Look at how stiff your neck and back muscles are! 
  That's not good, you really could get a bad sprain.  Now 
  put your arms down, like this.  Really!  Isn't it much 
  more comfortable with your arms at your sides, instead of 
  holding them crossed over your front like that?  We are 
  both girls after all and very much alone, so it shouldn't 
  matter how we are dressed, should it?  Look at Miss 
  Papadakis down there, your favorite teacher.  It 
  certainly doesn't bother her.  She isn't wearing a thing 
  and is sleeping so peacefully.  How do you sleep, Joan?"

  "Uh?"

  "What do you wear when you go to bed?"

  "Oh, just the usual long flannels."

  "That's all?"

  "Well, and my...my underthings, of course."

  "Of course."

  "Mama believes we should be completely covered at all 
  times, even in bed."

  "I see."

  "It helps prevent sin, and no one can see you in case 
  there's a fire or something."

  "Very true.  Lucky thing it is so dark in here, isn't it? 
  Being in the dark where no one can see you always made 
  feel very safe, especially when I was with a friend.  I 
  always knew then that nothing bad could happen.  How 
  about you?"

  "Oh, yes.  I would be really scared now if you weren't 
  here."

  "Thank you.  How's your neck?"

  "That feels really nice.  Missy likes to do that for me 
  sometimes."

  "Really?"

  "Oh, yes. I'm so glad I meet her when we moved here. 
  She's such a good friend."

  "Yes, she certainly is that."

  "What are you doing now?"

  "Just getting these silly shoulder straps out of the 
  way."

  "Oh."

  "What do you think of Miss Papadakis?"

  "She's only the first real teacher I've ever know, but I 
  think that she's very nice."

  "Pretty, isn't she?"

  "What?"

  "I said she is a very beautiful woman.  Don't you think 
  so?"

  "I guess."

  "How's your neck feeling?"

  "Oh.  Your hands!  I feel very relaxed now.  It's kind of 
  weird, though."

  "What is?"

  "What you are doing.  It makes me feel...funny."

  "How?"

  "Kind of flustered.  You are so close, and I don't even 
  have on my sweater!"

  "Look.  I'll take my top off too, just so you'll feel 
  better about it.  It's OK.  You can look at me if you 
  want."

  "Oh, my!" Joan giggled a moment later.

  "Yes?"

  "It's nothing."

  "Is it about me?"

  "It's too embarrassing.  I really shouldn't have said 
  anything."

  "Go on."

  "I think I'm..."

  "Yes?"

  "It's...well, er...  It's not very polite."

  "Go on.  Don't be afraid.  We are both big girls here."

  "That's it!  Bigger!" Joan blurted out, a hint of pride 
  in her voice.  "I'm bigger than you."

  "How?"

  "My...my front.  It's bigger than yours."

  "How do you know that, Joan?  It's so dark in here, I 
  can't see anything."

  "One of your little chests is pressed up against my arm. 
  See, right there."

  "Yes, but how can you say you're bigger than I am when we 
  both can't see anything in here?  How can we possibly 
  know that you're not mistaken?"

  "I know.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said anything."

  "Look here.  Why don't you just turn around on the bench? 
  That's the girl.  Now, press one of your breasts, they're 
  called breasts by the way, not chests, onto my arm."

  "Oh, I couldn't!"

  "Why not?  Are you afraid?  Or is it that your bust is 
  really the result of stuffing your bra full of tissues 
  and toilet paper?"

  "Why, I never!"

  "Well, then?"

  "OK, OK.  Here!  Happy now?"

  "Mmmm.  Still, I just don't know."

  "What are you doing that for?"

  "Trying to guess your size, silly."

  "Do you have to rub my...my front with your arm like that?"

  "Do you want me to use my hands?"

  "Oh, no!"

  "OK, then.  How else am I suppose to find out?"

  "Oh.  I guess you're right.  But it tickles!"

  "Of course it tickles.  Now be still like a good girl."

  A long silence ensued.  Laura thought that her dream had 
  ended, until the two voices began once again.

  "You've been doing that an awfully long time," Joan said 
  a little breathlessly.  "Aren't you finished yet?  I need 
  to get dressed now."

  "No.  It's just no good with an arm.  Maybe if I turned 
  on some lights we could..."

  "No!"

  "OK.  I know another way.  Just be quiet a moment."

  "OH!  Do you have to...to do that?"

  "Well, you're the one who wants to keep the lights off."

  "Yes, but you're...you're touching my... My Goodness!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing, nothing at all.  You just brushed against 
  my...my... OH MY!"

  "How can I know what I'm doing unless you tell me?"

  "But you keep touching me!  You keep t-touching my...my 
  tips."

  "Your what?"

  "Ohhh!  You just did it again!  You keep touching me 
  there!"

  "Where?  Where is it that I keep touching you?  In this 
  darkness, I can't tell a thing."

  "OOOoohhh!!  Now you're pulling them!"

  "Pulling what?  Tell me."

  "My tips. You keep doing things to my tips!  OH!  They're 
  so hard!  They never been this hard before."

  "Your tips?  What tips?  I don't understand."

  "My tips!  My tips!  Why do you keep pulling and twisting 
  them like that?  It's driving me crazy!"

  *****

  Laura licked her lips at the thought of getting her hands 
  of St. Joan's lovely tips.  This dream is getting better 
  by the minute, she thought.  She rolled over onto her 
  back and put her hands between her legs.  Laura placed 
  her feet flat upon the floor, and slid them close to her 
  bottom as she spread her knees far apart.  That way she 
  could enjoy her dream better.

  *****

  "Tell me!  What tips?  What are tips?"

  "Sue!  My tips!  Aaahhh!  You know, my...my...my n-n-n-n-
  nipples."

  "Your what?  You need to speak up, Joan.  You kind of 
  mumbled that last word."

  "Oh God!  My tips!  My nipples, OK?  You are doing things 
  to my...aaaahhh!"

  "Your nipples?  Is that what they were?  Oh, my.  I'm so 
  sorry.  It's so dark in here, you know?  How can you ever 
  forgive me?"

  "That's all right (sniff).  I know it was just an 
  accident."

  "Are you all right?  Did I hurt you?"

  "I'm OK, I guess.  It hurt a little, but not a regular 
  hurt.  Not like a sprain or something.  But I'm really 
  sensitive there right now, and my chests, I mean my 
  breasts, feel very strange.  They feel, well, kind of 
  swollen.  My bra's really tight."

  "Oh, my.  I feel so responsible, I had better check you 
  myself.  Now, how does that feel?"

  "Oooh.  That feels...well, nice.  I like the way you hold 
  me like that, with both of your hands.  But why must you 
  keep squeezing them?  That really takes my breath away!"

  "Hmm.  It's very good that you're not hurt, but we had 
  better make sure."

  "Hey!  My bra!"

  "It's all right, Joan.  Now calm down and tell me how it 
  feels without the bra."

  "But I don't have anything on at all!"

  "Certainly you do.  You are perfectly dressed."

  "I am?  But what about my sweater and bra?"

  "What about them?   Oh, all right.  Here, have it your 
  way.  I'll take off mine as well.  There.  Satisfied? 
  Now here we are, each of us without a bra.  Is this so 
  bad?"

  "My goodness!  But we're both so exposed!  It's just not 
  right!"

  "Now, look.  Two close friends, and I like to think of 
  you, Joan, as a close friend, sitting together in the 
  safety of the dark.  Well?"

  "Yes, I know it's safe here with you, but...!"

  "It is easy to see that you are a very proper young woman 
  of high moral fiber who is the product of an excellent 
  Christian upbringing.  A person like you would never 
  allow herself to be taken advantage of by anyone.  Am I 
  right?"

  "Yes, that's true, and thank you for noticing.  Not 
  everyone appreciates that like you do.  But even so...!"

  "So, what could possibly happen when two good friends, 
  girlfriends at that, are sitting together?"

  "I don't know.  Probably nothing at all, but I still feel 
  really nervous!"

  "'Probably nothing?'  Come on!  Let's think about this."

  "Oops.  I forgot about that.  Ha.  I'm sorry.  You're 
  right, I just wasn't thinking at all.  I am acting a 
  little immature about this, aren't I?"

  "Of course you are, honey.  Now, back to business.  This 
  doesn't hurt at all, now does it?"

  "Oh, no.  In fact it feels better the more you do it. 
  But it makes me so breathless, I just don't understand 
  it.  Oooh!  But I wish you wouldn't pull on my...my nipples 
  like that!"

  "Why not?"

  "It makes me feel real funny, all over!  Nervous, kind 
  of."

  "That's very interesting.  Let's try something else.  So 
  how does this feel?"

  "OH MY!  B-but you're s-sucking it now with your mouth! 
  You're not supposed to do that!"

  "I'm not?  What do you think these hard little nubs of 
  yours are for, anyway?" 

  "OHH!  I...I don't know!  Babies?  MY GOODNESS!!  It's 
  really hard to think right now, Sue."

  "Mmm.  You don't say?  Now for something a little 
  different." 

  "AAAHH!  What's that?  What's that?  What's going on?  W-
  what are you doing?"

  "Making sure I didn't hurt your beautiful breasts."

  "But there's something else, something p-
  pressing...pressing and...and rubbing against me."

  "Where?"

  "D-down there!  OH!"

  "Down where?"

  "Down there!  Ohh!  Right there!"

  "Where?  I can't feel anything?"

  "There!  Against my jeans!"

  "Ouch!"

  "What...what happened?"

  "Your darn belt-buckle just cut me."

  "I'm sorry!"

  "It's all right.  But I had to take it off.  It was 
  hurting me."

  "Aaahh!  It's pressing again!  Right against the front!"

  "Let me feel.  My, these are tight, aren't they?"

  "No, no!  You're under the waistband.  And it's not in 
  back!  It's pressing, ooh, against the front.  It's...it's 
  your hand!  I can feel it!  It's your hand!"

  "No it isn't.  You mean here?"

  "Oh, you've taken my shoes and socks off!  Why did you do 
  that?  It's...it's not down there anyway.  I...I keep telling 
  you.  It's not down, oh my, there at all."

  "How about here?"

  "No!  Not there!  Oohh!  Please, not my tips again!  It's 
  rubbing...it's still rubbing me!  Your hand!  OH NO!  It 
  just got faster!  Please...make it stop, or...or somethings 
  going to happen!"

  "What?  What's going to happen?  Tell me!"

  "I-I don't know!  Oh, God!  My tips!  It's so...aaahhh...so 
  strange.  I feel...I feel like I'm...I'm going to explode!"

  "Explode?  Well!  We had better loosen your jeans, then."

  "Ohhh, do you have to?"

  "Just opening the waist a bit, that's all.  There now."

  "B-b-but they're so...low!  Oh no!  Your hand!  It's doing
  it again!  It's on me!  It's on me!"

  "Quick, lie down on the bench!"

  "What?"

  "Lie down, so I can find out what you are talking about."

  "Ohhh.  Are you sure?  All right.  Oh my goodness!  Your 
  hand!  Please hurry!  I feel so nervous!  Oh, no!  I 
  think my jeans are slipping off!"

  "Ah, that's much better."

  "Oh...oh...oh...oh!  Y-you're inside my...!  Aaaaaahh! 
  What...are...you...doing...to...me?"

  "Just checking something."

  "Ooooohhhh, nooooo!  My jeans!  My jeans!"

  "What now?"

  "My jeans are coming off!  They are!"

  "Are you sure?"

  "Can't you...aaah...tell?"

  "Well, no wonder.  You are squirming so much, you worked 
  yourself right out of them."

  "But I...I can't help it!  I feel so strange!  W-where are 
  they?  I can't feel them any more."

  "Lost in the dark somewhere."

  "Oh, no!  My jeans!  I can't be without my jeans!"

  "Don't worry.  You're still perfectly dressed, see?"

  "UUUHHHH!"

  "Completely covered, like I said."

  "W-why did you...p-pull them up l-like that?"

  "Pull what?"

  "Oooohhh!  My...my panties.  Like that!  My...my gosh!  Now 
  they're too tight!  They're much too tight!"

  "You're the boss!"

  "Nnnnnnnooooooooo!"

  "Don't get up.  It's OK.  They had to come off.  They 
  were all wet and icky anyway."

  "My clothes!  My clothes!  What happened to them?  Where 
  are they?"

  "Just lay back down.  That's a good girl."

  "But...but...!  Wait!  W-what are you doing t-there? 
  Aaaaahhhhhhh!"

  "Mmmmmmm.  Nice and tasty."

  "UH!  You're...you're...!  Oh, no!  It's happening!  IT'S 
  HAPPENING!!"

  "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

  *****

  Laura's hips were pounding the concrete floor as the 
  fingers of her right hand were thrust deep within her. 
  Her left hand had a firm grip on her right breast.  Sweat 
  covered her quivering body.  Her open, unseeing eyes had 
  pinwheels in them.

  She never noticed when the door to the projection booth 
  burst open and the lights came on.

  *****

  "What's going on here?" a cool voiced asked.

  Caught unknowing in the throes of her first climax, 
  Joan's body buckled insanely for several moments before 
  finally quieting down.

  "EEEEEKK!!" a panting Joan cried at the sudden flood of 
  light. Pushing herself weakly on her slim arms up from 
  the wooden bench where she was laying, the horrified girl 
  looked at the bobbing head in her lap!  The face of Susan 
  Jennings was wedged deep between her naked thighs as the 
  older woman continued to send toe-curling sensations 
  radiating from her surprisingly sensitive womanhood! 
  Completely stunned, Joan automatically glanced towards 
  the door to the projection room.  She took one look at 
  the nude Missy who was still wearing her dildo, and 
  promptly fainted.

  Wondering what happened, Susan looked up guiltily from 
  her place between Joan's delightful thighs.  "Missy!" she 
  cried in anguish.

  Missy casually stepped over the prostrate teacher who was 
  deep into her masturbation fantasy, and walked towards 
  the cowering Susan Jennings, the glistening dildo 
  swinging hypnotically in front of the 14-year-old's 
  gently swaying hips.

  "Yes, it's Missy.  So what are you doing with my Joan, 
  you stupid cunt?"

  "Now, Missy," pleaded Susan as she started to get 
  dressed.  "She just came running in here and I thought 
  that I would...that I would just get her ready for you."

  "You expect me to believe that?  I told you what was 
  going to happen to her."

  "But, sweetheart.  You know how much I care for you!  I 
  love you!  I wanted her for you, darling, not to waste on 
  that stupid Greek slut."

  "Sweet Jesus.  What have you done to Joan?"

  "I told you, I was just getting her ready for you!"

  "And I told you yesterday, not to interfere.  You wanted 
  out, so you're out."

  "But Missy, I love you!  I know that now.  All those 
  weeks getting therapy, planning my escape, and during all 
  that time the only thing I could think about was us, 
  about you, about how exciting it was being always 
  together like that.  I missed you so much, even after you 
  treated me so badly!  I missed our life together.  I was 
  wrong!  I deserved what you did to me.  But now I want it 
  to be the way it was before.  I'll do whatever you say 
  from now on, I promise!  Please give me another chance, 
  please!"

  "No."

  "But I've come into some money!  I could really give us a 
  great life!"

  "No."

  "But Missy!  How could you want that stupid Greek bitch 
  over me?"

  "That's none of your concern.  You had your chance.  I 
  give you fair warning.  Stay out of my life.  Stay out of 
  my school."

  "But I've come back!  I've got my job back and 
  everything.  Just for you, my love."

  "Don't bother.  Otherwise..."

  "What?  What could you do to me that you haven't done 
  already?"

  "Bertha."

  "Oh, God!  Please!  No, not her!  She almost killed me 
  that time!  A person can take only so much!  Anything but 
  that again!"

  "Then stay away."

  "But, Missy...!"

  "You still don't get it, do you?"

  Missy reached out with both hands and pulled at the 
  waistband of Susan's smart skirt.  It came away with a 
  satisfying rip and puddled at the shocked woman's feet!

  "Oh, my skirt!" Susan gasped as she automatically covered 
  herself.  She stepped out of the skirt as she began to 
  back away from the slowly advancing Missy.  "Missy! 
  Missy, no!  I know how you get.  Come near me and...and I 
  swear I'll tell!  I'll tell all about you, about us. 
  Everything!"

  Missy stopped and picked up the tailored skirt.  She felt 
  the expensive material.  She watched the worried-looking 
  woman a moment as she protected her sex.  Missy suddenly 
  threw the skirt high over Susan's head.  Susan tried to 
  catch it, uncovering herself in the process, but the 
  skirt went by much too fast for her and it landed on the 
  floor behind her. 

  Missy smiled warmly.  She now knew why Susan Jennings was 
  protecting her crotch from her.  The teen said, "I see 
  you're finally wearing the crotchless panties I got you."

  "Yes.  I wear them all the time now, along with the 
  garters and stockings that you liked.  I think they're 
  wonderful.  Just for you, of course, my love, for those 
  special times when we are alone."

  "Well.  That makes a difference, doesn't it?  Why didn't 
  you say so in the first place?"

  "I was kind of nervous.  But I always knew you'd forgive 
  me in the end.  I just knew it!  I'm so happy!"

  "Right.  Susan, why don't you pick up your skirt before 
  it gets dirty?  We should be able to fix it without too 
  much trouble."

  "Yes, thank you, my love, for thinking of it."

  The woman turned and bent over to pick up her skirt. 
  Missy quietly ran forward on her bare feet and calmly 
  slammed the dildo into the unsuspecting woman, right 
  where the opening was located in the crotchband of the 
  tiny frilly panties.

  "AAAHHHHH!" screamed the elegant Susan Jennings as Missy 
  drove the dildo deep inside of her. 

  "STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID COW!" Missy shouted as she 
  repeatedly pounded her hips against the quivering 
  buttocks of the helpless woman.

  "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

  *****

  Laura was coming out of her dream.  "Wow," she breathed. 
  "That was a good one, even if it was a little noisy."

  She was laying naked in the projection booth, but her 
  destroyed mind no longer really cared about anything 
  other than food and sex.  She was incredibly hungry for 
  both!

  Laura looked with interest at the old-fashioned light-
  fixture attached to the ceiling over her head.  Something 
  fabulous was happening to her sex, and her body would 
  occasionally wildly erupt, but her mind was no longer 
  connected to what was happening between her legs and what 
  it was doing to her.  Laura was floating happily far 
  above the floor of the old projection booth.  That's what 
  made the fixture so fascinating.  She was getting closer 
  to it all the time and she knew that she would soon be 
  able to examine the light in much greater detail.

  Laura idly looked down the sweat-filled valley of her 
  breasts and saw the ridiculous, stout figure of Bertha 
  Wolf seated once again between her wide-spread legs. 
  Faint feelings of panic filled her as Laura wondered if 
  her nemesis was real or if this was just the start of the 
  nightmare portion of her dream.

  Bertha looked into the teacher's clouded eyes and nodded. 

  "Good.  You are finally awake.  Now we can go," she said 
  and stood briskly.  "It's time to get up, slut."

  "Oh, but I'm so tired," whined Laura as she wiggled her 
  raised hips expectantly.  She was far from being 
  finished.  Besides, she hadn't even gotten close to the 
  light-fixture yet.  "Can't I just stay a little longer?"

  "Come on.  We don't have all day.  The police will be 
  here soon."

  Hearing the word "police" jolted Laura a little towards 
  reality.

  "The police?  Coming here?  Why?"

  Laura held out her arms to be helped up.  A sighing 
  Bertha reached down between them and tightly grasped the 
  teacher's extremely stiff nipples, then pulled! 

  "Get your ass up!"

  "Oooh!" cried Laura as she quickly if a little shakily 
  got to her feet.

  "Because I just alerted the police, that's why."

  Laura looked around the spinning room, but Missy and Joan 
  were no longer there.  Well, the dream was over, wasn't 
  it?  Still, something wasn't right.  Laura then noticed a 
  stranger in the room.  A nude woman was laying on top of 
  a bench along the far wall, with a rather formidable-
  looking dildo strapped to her waist.  The pretty woman 
  groaned occasionally, but otherwise did not move.

  "My God!  Who's that?"

  "Someone we shall not be seeing again for a very long 
  time," said Bertha as she went around the room collecting 
  stray bits of clothing.  "That is, just as soon as my 
  friends on the force find her, and the full extent of her 
  relapse is made public."

  "What...what did she do?"

  "Drugged and practically raped an entire class.  Your 
  class."

  "My...my class?  I thought it was Missy who...  Why, that 
  bitch!  So, it was her all the time.  They should lock 
  her away for that!"

  "I think that's very likely.  Now, come on."

  "But...but, my clothes.  I don't seem to have any."

  "You will not need them.  We're going out the back way."

  "Oh, Bertha.  Mrs. Wolf, please!  I can't!  Someone will 
  see me!"

  "It's all arranged.  Missy should be in the principle's 
  office at this very moment telling everyone who will 
  listen how this mad-woman, her old counselor, tried to 
  attack her and her fellow students.  But we must leave. 
  Now!"

  "Oh, my head!  You mean it...it really happened?"

  "Of course it happened.  Let's go!"

  "And...and St. Joan?"

  "Who?  Oh, the cupcake.  She's a little shaken, but OK. 
  She is with your own counselor, Marion Stratton, and a 
  few hundred teachers who came in to find out what all the 
  fuss was about."

  "What about...me?"

  "You?  Why, you've been home for over an hour now, after 
  following your collapse during class, probably from over-
  dieting.  Stratton called me to take you home just as 
  soon as Missy had informed her of your condition.  Aren't 
  cell phones wonderful?  Now move!  Your mother's waiting 
  for you."

  "Mommy?  Wants me?"

  Bertha slapped Laura smartly on the buttocks and said, 
  "Yes.  Now move."

  "Ow!  Yes, ma'am."

  *****

  Inside Bertha's monstrous SUV, Laura sat dazed and naked 
  in the passenger seat.  She had been without clothes for 
  so long now it seemed perfectly natural to be like this.

  She was so weak and exhausted, she could not keep her 
  eyes open.  Her head kept dropping forward.  Finally, 
  Bertha reached over and pulled Laura's seat adjust, and 
  her seat-back dropped abruptly.  Laura flew back and was 
  suddenly staring in weak surprise at the ceiling of the 
  vehicle.

  "Rest now, slut.  You've had a busy day."

  "Thank you," murmured Laura gratefully, and immediately 
  closed her eyes. 

  She felt Bertha's hand slide up her left thigh, and the 
  befuddled teacher automatically spread her legs.  When 
  Bertha began gently rubbing the exposed vulva, Laura 
  murmured, "Oooh.  That's nice.  She said, "Thank you," 
  once again, and drifted off into a feverish semi-sleep.

  The hand continued to work Laura's cunt until the 
  slightest touch sent her dizzy head spinning even more. 
  She could feel her labia throb with each beat of her 
  heart.  But Bertha would never let her cum, and Laura was 
  soon desperate with need!

  "Please, please," she mewed piteously, as she raised her 
  hips and spread her legs, half-dreaming of the orgasm to 
  come. 

  Bertha never said a word as the devilish hand continued 
  its work on Laura's white-hot crotch, yet the hand never 
  took her all the way.  It was driving Laura mad!  Why 
  wouldn't the woman say something?  Wasn't she human? 
  Couldn't she see how much in need she was?

  The SUV finally stopped but Laura continued to squirm in 
  her seat, desperate for relief.  When she could bear it 
  no longer and reached for her own aching breasts, she was 
  shocked when Bertha Wolf barked a loud, "NO!" and slapped 
  her hands away.

  "You're a good little slut, aren't you?"

  In her incredible frustration, Laura could only sob, 
  "Yes."

  "Say it."

  Mentally stripped by her overpowering need, Laura found 
  herself willing to do anything to find relief.

  "I-I'm a good little slut."

  "Good little sluts don't touch themselves, do they?"

  Bertha noticed the hands edging towards Laura's dripping 
  crotch and she slapped them once again.

  "Ow!  But I just wanted to..."

  "Never!  Never touch yourself like that again!  Not 
  without permission!"

  "Yes, ma'am," Laura said meekly.

  "Now sit up, slut."

  As a very flushed and weak Laura slowly leaned forward, 
  she saw that a familiar battered-looking van was parked 
  to the left of the SUV.  My God!  She looked around. 
  They were in the  Manchester driveway!  Laura started to 
  cry.  She was home at last!

  Bertha was still unbuckling her seat belt when an eager 
  Laura stumbled out of the SUV.  In her impatience to be 
  home, she forgot just how high the SUV really was and 
  fell heavily onto the lawn after opening the heavy door.

  "Oof!" she gasped after falling full length onto the 
  thick grass.

  Her unfettered breasts swaying, she got up and began 
  staggering towards the front door, then remembered 
  something and turned around.  She threw herself into the 
  arms of an amused Bertha Wolf who was standing in front 
  of her monstrous vehicle.  Laura started raining kisses 
  on the woman's face.

  "Thank you!" a near-delirious Laura cried, not noticing 
  the openly lecherous look on Bertha's face.  "Thank you 
  for bringing me home!"

  Bertha worked her denim-covered right leg between Laura's 
  sculptured thighs and pressed it snugly against her 
  dripping crotch while she held the dazed teacher firmly 
  against her by Laura's shapely buttocks.  Bertha 
  carefully slid her leg up and down over the vulnerable 
  crotch until a shocked Laura jerked suddenly clung for 
  dear life onto Bertha Wolf!

  "Uh!" she grunted as her body convulsed in a mighty 
  climax!

  It was only then that Laura realized that she was 
  standing nude in her driveway, the cool fall air making 
  goosebumps of her naked flesh, the concrete of the 
  driveway warm under her bare feet.  Groggily, she tried 
  to push herself away from Bertha, but the woman held her 
  far too tightly.

  "You are more than welcome, slut," Bertha Wolf said, and 
  squeezed both buttocks before letting them go.  She spun 
  Laura around and slapped her on the buttocks, propelling 
  her towards the house.  "Now get yourself home.  Your 
  mother is waiting."

  Laura almost fell again and had to stop with her hands on 
  her knees a moment to gather her remaining strength for 
  the long walk ahead.

  Totally exhausted and feeling very light-headed from 
  hunger (she hadn't eaten in so long she was starting to 
  get severe stomach cramps) and a morning of almost 
  continuous sex, Laura rose and staggered stiff-legged up 
  the walk to the front door, her breasts bouncing gaily. 
  It was too much of an effort for her to even think about 
  covering herself.

  Mercifully, the door was unlocked for a change and a 
  panting Laura quickly entered.  The first thing she 
  noticed was the smell of heavy cooking!

  "Yes!!" she shouted, and staggered rapidly through the 
  house and into the kitchen.

  The first thing Laura saw was the kitchen table, so 
  loaded with breakfast foods that she was surprised it 
  didn't collapse from the weight.  That will do nicely for 
  a start, she thought.

  It was only after she quickly reached the table that she 
  noticed the angry red flashing of the laptop's monitor on 
  the table.  The message said only, STOP, but that was 
  enough.  Laura froze in her tracks.  She looked around 
  and saw that all of the house monitors were showing the 
  same message.  It was not a good sign.

  Doris was behind the kitchen counter, looking very calm. 
  Too calm.  Laura started sobbing.  She didn't know what 
  to do!  She felt like a child who had just been 
  discovered after having been accused of some horrible 
  crime!

  Doris tossed something at the distressed teacher and it 
  landed on the floor directly in front of her. 

  PICK IT UP, SLUT

  Obediently, the crying Laura picked up the object and 
  looked at it numbly.  It looked like a large mitten, but 
  it was covered in a very soft fur.  She looked a question 
  at her new mother.

  PUT IT ON YOUR LEFT HAND AND COVER YOURSELF, STUPID

  Laura did as she was told, and placed it over her sex. 
  She melted on the spot!  "Oh God!" she gasped in 
  surprise.

  The fur was so soft and she was so hyper-sensitive right 
  now she almost climaxed!  She lifted the glove away from 
  her out-of-control pussy.

  KEEP IT THERE.  I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU

  Laura replaced the glove but couldn't help bending 
  forward, the sensations coming from her agitated cunt 
  were so intense.

  SIT AT THE TABLE.  TOUCH NOTHING

  Laura staggered over to her usual chair, fighting 
  desperately the incredibly erotic sensations coming from 
  between her legs.  She gingerly sat on the forward edge 
  of the chair, not trusting herself on the seat.

  She looked up and, instead of a place-setting, was 
  surprised to see on the table before her a single type-
  written sheet of legal-sized paper.  A pen was laying on 
  top of it.

  YOU'VE REALLY OUTDONE YOURSELF THIS TIME

  "What?" gasped a completely distracted Laura, who could 
  only think about what that damn glove was doing to her 
  sex, not to mention the smell of all of that wonderful 
  food!

  YOUR CREDIT COMPANY CALLED BECAUSE YOU ARE SERIOUSLY OVER 
  YOUR LIMIT.  THE SPARTA POLICE DEPARTMENT CALLED.  THEY 
  WANT TO SEND SOME REPRESENTATIVES TO TALK ABOUT POSSIBLE 
  CHARGES AGAINST YOU: FAILURE TO REPORT AN ACCIDENT, BEING 
  DRUNK AND DISORDERLY IN A LOCAL NIGHT CLUB, HAVING CARNAL 
  KNOWLEDGE WITH MINORS (ALL OF IT ON TAPE), PUBLIC 
  INDECENCY, AND THE THEFT OF SOME CLOTHES FROM A SORORITY. 
  THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE CALLED ABOUT TOWING AND CLEAN-UP 
  CHARGES YOU OWN THE SCHOOL, AS WELL AS SOME POSTERS THAT 
  THEY WANT TO ASK YOU ABOUT.  NOT TO MENTION THE FACT YOU 
  KEEP BEING FOUND NAKED ALL OVER THE SCHOOL.

  WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?

  "Ah...ah...ah!" Laura grunted as her left hand moved the 
  magic glove very slowly over her electrified vulva.  She 
  couldn't help herself any longer!  Overcome by the glove, 
  she was understanding less and less what Doris was 
  telling her.  All she could think about was that 
  wonderful glove between her legs!  It was so delicious!

  I HAD TO LEAVE WORK BECAUSE OF YOU, AND ASK POOR MRS. 
  WOLF TO TAKE TIME OUT OF HER BUSY SCHEDULE TO PICK YOU 
  UP.  WELL?  WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY, YOU IRRESPONSIBLE 
  SLUT?

  "Ah...ah...ah!"  Laura sat back in her chair, moving the 
  glove faster and faster between her opened legs.

  STOP THAT!!

  Laura's hand froze between her legs, the soft fur driving 
  her insane!

  THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.  YOU ARE NO LONGER RESPONSIBLE FOR 
  YOUR OWN BEHAVIOR.  SIGN THE PAPER

  "W-what?" she gasped, helpless in the throes of 
  insatiable desire.

  THE POWER OF ATTORNEY FORM.  THERE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF 
  YOU.  I'VE WORKED OUT A SCHEDULE ON HOW YOU ARE TO PAY 
  EVERYTHING BACK, AFTER YOUR RENT AND OTHER EXPENSES ARE 
  ACCOUNTED FOR, OF COURSE.

  "Rent?"

  OF COURSE.  YOU DIDN'T EXPECT TO LIVE HERE FOR FREE, DID 
  YOU?  BY THE WAY, YOU ARE BEHIND IN YOUR RENT ALREADY. 
  NO MATTER.  MISSY AND I WILL HANDLE ALL OF YOUR FINANCES 
  FROM NOW ON, AND YOU WILL PAY EVERYTHING BACK.  ALONG 
  WITH YOUR TEACHER'S SALARY, WHICH WILL BE SENT DIRECTLY 
  TO ME FROM NOW ON, I'M RENTING YOU OUT TO THE 
  NEIGHBORHOOD.  $1500 A NIGHT, OR $2500 FOR THE ENTIRE 
  WEEKEND.  OF COURSE, THAT'S JUST DURING SCHOOL MONTHS. 
  DURING THE SUMMER, WE CAN EXTEND THAT.  BERTHA HAS 
  ALREADY REQUESTED YOU FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH OF JULY. 
  ISN'T THAT WONDERFUL?

  "Wonderful," repeated a thoroughly perplexed Laura.  She 
  had no idea what her mother was talking about!  All she 
  could think of was how nice it felt when she secretly 
  rubbed her thighs together on the fur glove.   She only 
  hoped all of the food covering the glass-topped table 
  would hid her actions from the sharp-eyed Doris.

  "Neighborhood.  Doing...doing what?"

  HELPING OUT AT PARTIES, CLEANING, THAT SORT OF THING. 
  JUST LIKE YOU'VE BEEN DOING.  THEY'LL EVEN SUPPLY YOUR 
  CLOTHES FOR YOU.  SINCE YOU WILL BE STAYING HERE FOR A 
  WHILE, BERTHA BELIEVES YOU WOULD BE A WELCOME ASSET IN 
  HER NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH PROGRAM.  AFTER THE RIGHT 
  TRAINING, OF COURSE.

  "Parties?  You mean like help...helping with the 
  housework?"

  OF COURSE.  YOU MADE QUITE AN IMPRESSION THIS WEEK, AND 
  EVERYONE WANTS YOU VERY BADLY.

  "Wants...me?"

  YES, OF COURSE THEY WANT YOU.  THE CHILDREN ESPECIALLY. 
  THEY LOVE BEING WITH YOU.  YOU ARE FAR TOO GOOD TO BE 
  TRUE.  THEY ALL WANT YOU TO BE A PART OF THEIR FUN AND 
  GAMES.  BUT THIS WILL ONLY BE UNTIL YOU PAY OFF ALL OF 
  YOUR DEBTS.  AFTER THAT, YOU MAY DO AS YOU LIKE.

  "But how long?  How long before...?"

  BEFORE YOU PAY EVERYTHING BACK?  I'VE WORKED IT ALL OUT 
  ON THIS SPREAD SHEET I'VE PUT ON THE SCREEN.  IT'S ONLY 
  FOR ONE YEAR, WHICH COINCIDENTALLY, IS PRECISELY HOW LONG 
  THE POWER OF ATTORNEY IS SET FOR.  IT WILL NOT BE 
  NECESSARY AFTER THAT.  THINGS WILL TAKE CARE OF 
  THEMSELVES THEN.

  "Ohhh!  That glove!  Doris, please!  I...I don't 
  understand!"

  DON'T WORRY, LAURA.  JUST SIGN THE PAPER, AND ALL WILL BE 
  WELL.

  With shaking hand Laura signed her name at the places 
  where Doris indicated.

  Doris removed the paper and pen, then placed several 
  large platters of food in front of the shaking teacher.

  THANK YOU, MY PET.  YOU MAY BEGIN.

  Laura gave the extraordinary table of food a fevered look 
  as the fur glove blurred over her sex.  It was not long 
  before she gave a strangled groan, half stood, then fell 
  forward across the table, her face buried in a platter 
  full of scrambled eggs, her breasts covered in jelly and 
  butter.

  Doris looked at the fallen, nude teacher and, for the 
  first time in Laura's presence, smiled.  It was a smile 
  full of guile and cunning and lust. 

  It was not a very nice smile at all.

  *****

  End of Book VIII

  End of Story


  Epilogue:

   From the pages of the New Berlin Journal, dated September 
  31 of this year:

  "The unusual attack, or 'incident' as the local school 
  officials maintain, on several students at the New Berlin 
  High School last week remains a closely-held mystery. 
  Because of the ages involved, and to spare the victims 
  and their prominent families needless grief and unwanted 
  publicity, no names have been released, nor have any 
  details of the event been made public. 

  However, some facts about the case have since come to 
  light.  The girls involved were all members of an elite 
  education project being conducted at the school, although 
  it has been maintained by school officials that the 
  project was not directly related to the cause of the 
  incident.  The teacher assigned to administer the 
  project, Miss Lori Papaduckette, a recent acquisition of 
  the school, is not believed to be a subject of the 
  investigation.  According to police sources, Miss 
  Papaduckette was not even present at the time of the 
  incident, having been sent home earlier by school 
  officials for an undisclosed illness.  However, it is 
  said that the police have at least two eyewitnesses to 
  the incident, younger members of the class who 
  fortunately were able to take shelter in a small 
  adjoining equipment room.

  At the strong urging of local school officials, the girls 
  involved have been withdrawn for their own protection 
  from the public school system, and have been placed in 
  the recently established and very exclusive Manchester 
  School for Gifted Young Women (D. Manchester, owner) to 
  finish out their remaining education requirements.  The 
  only non-student involved was a former counselor who had 
  once been associated with the New Berlin school system, 
  Miss Susan Jennings.  A recent inmate of the Happy Dale 
  Sanitarium, she has been quietly re-admitted there after 
  being found in a state of undress at the site of the 
  incident.  It has yet to be made clear if the counselor 
  was yet another victim or, as has been suggested by 
  certain school officials high within the New Berlin 
  school administration, was in fact the perpetrator of 
  this bizarre act.  She was the original developer of the 
  education project, and had felt despondent at her removal 
  from it following her mental breakdown last summer. 

  In an unrelated note, another counselor at the school, 
  Miss Marion Stratton, has recently been placed on 
  indefinite leave, without pay.  This occurred after 
  police received an anonymous tip concerning the presence 
  of contraband in her office at the school.  A search 
  subsequently revealed the presence of several "marital 
  aids" and other items not permitted on school grounds. 
  Miss Stratton, a close personal friend of Miss Jennings, 
  has stated to reporters of her intention to resign, in 
  order to find a job closer to the Happy Dale Sanitarium. 
  Her position as Women's Counselor has been assigned to 
  Miss Papaduckette, until a permanent replacement can be 
  found and she can return to her original duties, 
  including that of administering the special education 
  project with a new group of specially selected students 
  next semester."


  A Final Word:  A work such as Attitude Adjustment is 
  never the sole product of some feverish mind typing madly 
  away in the dark of night, with an occasional cackle at 
  an extremely well done phrase or description.  It is very 
  much a group effort.  The group supplies suggestions, 
  helpful criticisms, inspiration, and sometimes just plain 
  moral support, without any of which a writer can be very 
  lost at sea.  So a tip of the hat is very much in order 
  to the following: 
  -my long-suffering editor, 
  -Doug (a person with the most solid understanding of the 
  English language I've come across in a long time), 
  -Dr. Wu (an author who writes about sex the way most of 
  us only dream about),
  -and you, the reader, without whom all of this would be 
  for nothing. 

  Not forgetting of course, my favorite muse: Greatness.

  Until next year.

  Very Respectfully,
  LCDRJMC