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TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 4
by Joy Paine
Index words:     plans p#

NOTE: with one exception, the characters in this story have no 
resemblance to any person living
or dead.  The exception is that I like to picture myself in the story, 
from time to time.


As she went through the humiliating ritual of getting ready for her next 
customer, Susie thought
back to the way she had been trapped into this life of shame. "What's a 
nice girl like you . . .?" as
the saying goes.

She had been a virgin when she married Jim. Susie didn't think that this 
was such a big deal --
she had been brought up to think it was the normal order of things. 
Freshly graduated from
Teachers' College, and full of ideals about saving the next generation 
through education, Susie
had
fallen hard for Jim's whirlwind courtship, and had been delighted to come 
to live with him in his
home town.

Live with him after they were married, that is. She just about drove Jim 
crazy during those
courting days, holding out until the wedding night.

Marriage did mean compromising a bit on her hopes for saving the world, 
though. Jim had
pointed out to her that a wife who worked full time would be less able to 
help him advance his
own career, and Susie had grown up with the belief that a wife's duty to 
her husband came
before her own ambitions.

Joining the Bridge Club was one of Jim's suggestions. The other members 
were all somewhat
older than Susie, and were wives of the community's influential citizens, 
who were in a position
to throw business Jim's way. And the level of their bridge playing was 
scarcely anything that
Susie couldn't cope with. So she dutifully attended their sessions, 
listening to (but not
participating in) their gossip, taking a turn at hosting the meetings, 
and hoping that her
participation (which she dutifully tried not to think of as a sacrifice) 
was actually doing Jim some
good.

She was too innocent to realize that the other members regarded her with 
a mixture of envy and
spite, taking a special pleasure in the rare occasions when she had a bad 
run of cards, and
feeling all the more spiteful when she refused to let the bad luck dampen 
her optimism.

She would have been very troubled and perplexed if she had known that the 
other members'
conversations often dealt with ways in which "that high-nosed bitch could 
be taken down a peg".

Unable to follow through with her high ideals about saving the world, 
Susie did the next best
thing -- she got a job teaching part time in the local high school. But 
she soon found that high
school pupils were not exactly the soft clay that she had expected. The 
"kids", who were actually
but a few years younger than she, were for the most part cynical
and worldly-wise, and her exhortations to moral conduct met more often 
with snickers than with
acceptance.

The worst of the bunch was a girl whose parents had named her Angela -- 
perhaps with a fine
sense of irony. The only thing angelic about Angela was her body. She was 
really built -- too
well-built according to Susie's standards, and certainly far too 
uninhibited in the way she flaunted
her
assets. Susie was embarrassed just to look at Angie's brazen display of 
tits and ass, and Angie
was quick to realize this fact -- and to tease Susie all the more, to the 
delight of her classmates
who were in the know. (Her male classmates were delighted by the display 
itself, of course, and
to Hell what Teacher thought.) And the situation became even more 
embarrassing when Susie
discovered that Angela's mother was
Sheila, a member of her own bridge club.
                                                         p#
It happened that Angie once heard her mother talking with the other club 
members about "taking
Susie down a peg", and heartily endorsed the idea. But Angie was a girl 
of action. She knew that
a lot of the kids at school felt the same way about the snooty young 
teacher -- and even those
who didn't feel strongly about it would go along with her plan, just for 
the sheer hell of it. Shit,
with what she had in mind, she could think of half a dozen guys right off 
the bat who would jump
at the chance to take part.

Everybody loves a gangbang.

And Angie didn't plan on being the bangee. Not this time, thank you. She 
didn't have any
compunctions about pulling a train now and then, but this was going to be 
more than an ordinary
orgy. This was going to be the cat's ass.

Well, not the cat's, exactly. More like Susie's.

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