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The Teachers a Pet
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young woman accepts her first teaching job at a rough 
inner-city school and finds herself at the mercy of her 
students. (m+/F, nc, exh, intr)

***

I was so scared I could hardly breathe. It wasn't that 
I had just graduated from college and was on my way to 
my first day of work as a teacher, although that was 
certainly a large part of it. I hate to admit this 
about myself, but I am from a well off, well, very 
upper middle class background and until I came to 
interview for this position at the absolute last school 
I would have chosen to teach in I had probably never 
seen more than two or three black people together in 
one place. It was embarrassing. I know it's wrong. I 
can't help it. I am very intimidated by large, surly, 
young, black males. 

If it were up to me I would have been teaching third or 
fourth grade in a nice, upper middle class school. That 
is how I had always seen myself. Completely in charge 
in a classroom full of respectful, well dressed, well 
behaved eight or nine year olds. 

There were several reasons why I was about to start 
teaching in this loud, dirty, overcrowded school and 
they were all on me. I had the education that I needed, 
though I had let my grades slip and in the end I had 
just squeaked by. One reason that my options were so 
limited was that I had been engaged and when we broke 
up at the start of my last year of college I was 
devastated for a long time and it was hard for me to 
concentrate on my studies. 

Another reason was that I had counted on help finding a 
good position from my influential father, but we 
weren't talking now. We had not spoken to each other in 
more than six months. That was my fault too, but I 
don't want to go into that right now. He had continued 
to pay for my education and my living expenses at the 
end, but as soon as I got my diploma I was on my own. 
He had not even attended my graduation!

My grades had been poor, and I had waited until the 
last moment to apply for a position. Now I was paying 
the price for being spoiled rotten all of my life. I 
was broke and I had no choice. This was the job that I 
had been offered. I was about to start teaching ninth 
and tenth grade English to a classroom full of rowdy 
teenagers that for the most part sneered at education 
and couldn't care less about English. After all, they 
hardly spoke it!

It didn't help that I was a very attractive blonde with 
a very sexy body and that I was only a few years older 
than they were. I hadn't even been in the classroom 
with them yet, but I knew that they were going to sense 
my fear. 

I just kept telling myself that it was time for me to 
grow up and face my fears. It was time and past time 
for me to take responsibility for myself. But god! If 
only I could breathe! I just had to keep telling myself 
that it would be a good experience for me.

I made my way through the throng of young black 
students outside of the school and tried to ignore the 
crude remarks that followed me all the way into the 
building. I knew that my face was bright red and that 
every one of those kids knew that I was scared of them. 

More than once as I struggled through the crowd, making 
my way to the front door of the school, I felt a hand 
slide down over my butt. I had no idea how to react. I 
only knew that if I stopped and said anything that they 
would laugh in my face. I had to reach the door and get 
out of this mob.

I was so scared, and so upset that I had to fight 
desperately to hold back the tears. I knew that it 
would be all over if I broke down in front of them and 
cried. I finally arrived at the door and the big black 
security guard at the door saw right away that I was 
not one of the students and he let me in. I tried not 
to see the leer on his face, the smirk as his eyes 
wandered over my body. I didn't need ESP to know what 
he was thinking. 

I ignored him, just like I had ignored the throng 
outside. I brushed past him and rushed to the office 
and checked in. I picked up my schedule and my 
attendance forms and tried not to see the looks on 
their faces. I knew what they were thinking. They knew 
I was out of place here and they didn't think I'd last 
a whole day. 

I was beginning to think that they were right. Except 
for one thing, I had no choice. I had to make it 
through the day. I had to make it through the year. If 
I could just survive one year in this prison-like 
school then I could apply for something else, anything 
else, anywhere else. I had to do this.

I left the office without even speaking to anyone. I 
had not seen another white face since I had gotten out 
of my car and I wondered if I was the only white person 
in this entire school. I had already met the principal 
and his assistant and they were both very nice 
gentlemen. They were black. Everyone in the office was 
black. All of the students that I had seen were black. 

When he had interviewed me the principal had been very 
skeptical. He really didn't think that I could handle 
working here. But he was having as much trouble getting 
qualified teachers as I was having finding a position 
to accept me. So he was giving me a chance and I had no 
choice but to take it. 

I walked quickly through the empty hallway to my 
classroom. I had been coming in for a week now, getting 
it ready. I had my lesson plans made out. I had my 
teaching aids ready. I was just terrified of what was 
going to come out of my mouth the first time I tried to 
speak in front of the class.

I wrote my name in flowing script on the blackboard and 
prepared for my first class. I had my lesson plan ready 
and the attendance sheet on my desk and now I was just 
trying very hard to regulate my breathing and not pass 
out from fear.

I jumped when the bell rang and in seconds the hallways 
were filled with noise. I stood in back of my desk and 
watched as the students in my first class came filing 
in. They were loud and rowdy and they were using 
horrible language, when I could understand them at all. 
They stared at me as if I was food and they hadn't 
eaten in a week. I tried to ignore their behavior, 
hoping that when the bell rang they would all suddenly 
settle down and pay attention. I knew that wouldn't 
happen, but I could hope.

When the bell rang only half of them were seated. The 
others were standing around talking loudly to their 
friends and totally ignoring me. I went over and closed 
the door and asked everyone to take their seats. I 
heard myself talking to them and even I thought that I 
sounded like a terrified little girl.

I tried again, louder this time and slowly, a few at a 
time they started sitting down. One of the last ones 
standing was one of the rowdier boys and he stopped 
talking finally and turned to face me with a sneer on 
his face. I tried to stare him down but he won that 
battle before it even started. 

He smirked at me and then he walked to the front of the 
room. I didn't know what he had in mind but I was so 
scared that I almost ran from the room. He walked up to 
a boy that was seated in the first row and said, "Get 
up dude. I want to sit up front so I can be teacher's 
pet."

Everyone seemed to find that amusing. Even the boy who 
was forced to give up his seat chuckled and got up. 
This was apparently someone who was used to getting 
what he wanted. He was big and he was scary and he was 
much more in control than I was.

I introduced myself and then I took attendance. I had 
to keep asking for quiet but by the time I had finished 
with the attendance my voice had almost stopped quaking 
in fear.

All in all it was a horrible experience. I constantly 
had to ask them to quiet down and sit down. Every 
statement, every answer, every question out of those 
boy's mouths, and most of the girls too, was some sort 
of double entendre, dripping with sexual innuendo. 

I struggled through that first class and the next and 
the next until finally it was lunch hour and I closed 
my door and got out my lunch. I sat at my desk and put 
my head in my hands and cried for the longest time. I 
had no idea how I could continue to do this. I only 
knew that I had no choice. I had nothing to fall back 
on. 

I finally pulled myself together and straightened out 
my make-up. I stared at my lunch for a few minutes but 
I couldn't eat. I put it away and sat waiting for the 
terror to begin again. I told myself that it would get 
better. A week from now I would be used to it and I 
would know the kids and it would just be a job. I 
didn't believe me, but that was what I kept telling 
myself.

It wasn't any better in the afternoon. I gathered from 
the remarks I kept overhearing that I was a major topic 
of discussion in the school. The boys were all checking 
me out, leering, making off color remarks. I wanted 
nothing more than to rush home after my final class and 
hide in my closet, curl up in the dark on the floor and 
cry.

As the last class of the day was filing out of the room 
the principal came in to my classroom and asked how bad 
my first day had been. 

I shrugged and pointed out that I had survived. It had 
been rough, but I guess it would have been rough 
anywhere. It was my first day in my first class out of 
college. I had expected it to be difficult. Maybe not 
this difficult, I was not as strong willed a person as 
I thought I was. I had made it all the way through the 
first day though. I just had to try not to think of how 
many more days there were. 

The principal, Mr. Wigfall, gave me a little pep talk 
and then he left. I dropped my attendance records off 
in the office and headed out to my car. I noticed that 
the teachers were in just as big a hurry to leave as 
the students. My talk with Mr. Wigfall had held me up 
long enough that mine was one of the few cars left in 
the employee parking area.

As I walked across the nearly empty lot I was suddenly 
surrounded by a pack of large boys. They walked with me 
towards my car and I didn't know what to do. They 
weren't touching me or threatening me. They were not 
even talking among themselves but the silence was 
ominous. I glanced around nervously. Some of them 
looked familiar from my classes, but I can't really say 
that I recognized them.

When we got to my car I waited to see what they were 
going to do. One of them, one of the largest of them, 
stood in front of me and smiled down at me. At first he 
was just one of the sea of black faces I had been 
swimming in since I arrived here this morning. He 
didn't say anything for a minute and then he said, "I 
bet you've never kissed a black man, have you?"

As soon as he spoke I recognized him. He was the boy in 
my first class that had made another student move so 
that he could be teacher's pet.

I felt myself blush and I said, "Please get out of my 
way."

Several of them laughed and the boy in front of me 
mocked me. He reached out and his hand caressed my long 
blonde hair and then his finger tips traced my neck 
gently.

I shivered in terror and looked back up at his sneering 
face just as he said, "I asked you a question. Have you 
ever been kissed by a black man?"

I said, "Let me go! Get out of my way!"

His hand moved to my shoulder and suddenly he pulled me 
against him and one of his hands went behind my head 
and he kissed me savagely. 

I struggled to get away but he ignored me and I 
realized just how helpless I was. I finally stopped 
struggling and let him kiss me. As soon as I quit 
fighting him his tongue forced its way between my lips 
and I felt his hand slide down my back and grip my ass.

I screamed into his mouth, but he ignored that too. He 
kissed me for a long time and as we kissed he held me 
in place with his hand on my ass while his other hand 
began to explore my body. I started to use my hands 
then. I tried to hit him but it was like I was hitting 
a rock. I tried to push him away but when I did my arms 
were grabbed and held at my sides by another boy who 
was standing behind me.

Some of them were making crude comments, but most of 
them were just watching silently as I was kissed and 
groped by the large boy who was obviously the leader of 
this pack.

His suspicions had been correct of course. I had never 
kissed a black boy or man. Actually, I had hardly 
kissed anyone. I was not a virgin, but I didn't miss it 
by much. I had been a virgin when I started college. I 
had fallen deeply in love with someone in college and 
finally given up my virginity. I had done it gladly and 
enjoyed it immensely. We had dated all the way through 
the first three years of college. Just after the start 
of my junior year we had gotten engaged. I was head 
over heels in love and that is why I had been so 
devastated when I got back to my room late one night 
and caught him having sex with my roommate. He had 
tried to apologize, but I just could not forgive him. I 
had the memory of them naked in my bed seared into my 
brain and I would never be able to forget it.

Later though, as I was looking back on it, after the 
anger died away I always had a nagging doubt in the 
back of my mind. I had gotten over it pretty fast. I 
sometimes wondered if I was just a little bit happy 
that I had been given an excuse to break it off. Could 
it be that I had not been as deeply in love as I had 
thought that I was?

The boy finally broke the kiss and backed away, still 
smirking at me. The look on his face just emphasized 
how helpless I was. I thought it was over when he took 
his hands off of me and stepped back. Before I could 
take a deep breath though, another of the group took 
his place and I had yet another boy sticking his tongue 
in my mouth and squeezing my ass and groping my breast. 

I tried to pull away again, but again someone grabbed 
my arms and I was helpless. At first I had been afraid 
that I was going to be raped right here in the parking 
lot. Now I didn't know what was going on. Was this some 
sort of initiation?! I was being groped and kissed 
passionately by each of the half dozen boys in the gang 
that had surrounded me. 

What I found most disturbing though, was that the deep, 
passionate kisses had started to affect me! Don't get 
me wrong. I was not about to start panting and cry out, 
"Take me, I'm yours!" But I found myself reacting. 

As unbelievable as it sounds I was actually starting to 
feel….I don't know. I wouldn't say that I was aroused. 
I was feeling something though. I had never felt so 
helpless. It disturbed me when I realized that a large 
part of what I was reacting to was that feeling of 
helplessness. More than the kissing, more than the 
groping, I was dismayed to realize that the feeling of 
helplessness was exciting!

When the last of the boys, I finally counted, there 
were seven of them. When the last of them had had a 
turn kissing and feeling me up he let me go. The one 
who had been first, the largest of them, turned me to 
face him again and said, "Wasn't that fun? See you 
tomorrow Miss Wilson."

They all just turned and walked away then! I took a 
couple of steps and collapsed against the fender of my 
car and tried to calm myself down. I took a few deep 
breaths and leaned on my car and waited until I stopped 
shaking. 

When I finally stopped shaking I turned around and saw 
my purse and my brief case on the ground where I had 
been standing. I picked them up and unlocked my car and 
got in and just sat there with my eyes closed for a 
very long time and tried to calm down. 

My eyes snapped open when I heard a tapping on my 
window. I saw the principal looking in with a concerned 
look on his face. When he saw me open my eyes he asked, 
"Are you alright Miss Wilson?"

I nodded my head rapidly and then pulled myself 
together. I fastened my seatbelt and started my car. I 
looked at the clock on my dashboard and saw that it was 
after four o'clock. Between the assault and the time I 
had spent sitting in my car recuperating I had been out 
here in the parking lot for nearly an hour!

As I put my car in drive and slowly pulled away I asked 
myself why I had not reported what had happened to Mr. 
Wigfall. I had been assaulted, nearly raped! Not only 
that, but they had left me with the impression that it 
was going to happen again! I looked in my mirror, 
wondering if I should go back and tell the principal 
what had happened. 

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I could just 
hear myself saying to him, "Mr. Wigfall, I was kissed!"

Somehow it didn't sound all that traumatic. Not even to 
me!

I was still pretty shaky. I had to force myself to 
concentrate on my driving as I made my way out of town 
to my small apartment about five miles away. I made it 
to my apartment in an almost trance like state. I went 
into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the 
shower and while it was warming up I undressed quickly. 

I took a long, hot shower and finally got out and dried 
myself off. I stood in front of the mirror and looked 
at my body. I stared at my lips and thought of the 
seven boys that had kissed me this afternoon. I looked 
at my breasts and thought of all the hands that had 
groped me over my modest blouse and bra. I was sure 
that some of those boys, if not all of them, were in my 
classes. I knew that the leader was. I didn't know 
about the others. I was in shock by the time the first 
one had finished assaulting me. 

Oh god! What would I do? How could I face them in my 
classes? What would I do tomorrow afternoon? Would they 
do that again? Would they go further? Had this been a 
prelude to rape?

I needed a drink! I dressed quickly in shorts and a top 
and walked to the end of the street where there was a 
small strip mall with a liquor store in it. I bought a 
bottle of whiskey, an extravagance that I could not 
really afford, and I walked home. 

I realized that I had my head down as I walked. I 
couldn't face anyone. It was like I was afraid that if 
I met their gaze then strangers on the street would 
know what had happened to me. For some reason I felt 
guilty! 

I hurried home and poured a large glass of whiskey over 
ice and topped it off with a little bit of ginger ale. 
I sat alone in my small living area and gulped it down 
quickly as I wracked my brain for some way to get out 
of going back to that school tomorrow. It seemed that I 
was even more trapped in my situation than I had been 
before I was hired. I couldn't quit now. I couldn't say 
to people that I had to quit, I had been kissed!

I knew that I had to somehow become more assertive 
overnight. I could not quit that job. I could not go to 
my parents for help. Not only could I not bring myself 
to grovel before my father, I was reasonably sure he 
would insist that I stand on my own two feet and face 
my problems like an adult. 

I struggled to my feet and went to look in the 
refrigerator. I wasn't really hungry though. So I 
poured myself another drink instead, a little smaller 
this time, and when I finished it I went in and threw 
myself on my bed and lay on my back and stared at the 
ceiling until I fell into a nightmare filled sleep.

I woke up at about four the next morning with a 
terrible headache. I took some Tylenol and lay back 
down. By six my headache was just about gone and I took 
a quick shower and got dressed. I hadn't eaten at all 
yesterday but I wasn't hungry. At the last minute 
though, I forced myself to eat a small bowl of cold 
cereal and then I grabbed my purse and my brief case 
and drove back to that horrible school.

I stopped by the office and checked my box at the 
office. I picked up the attendance sheets for the day 
and went to my classroom and sat down at my desk. The 
principal stopped by before the bell to see if I was 
alright. I tried to smile and assure him that I was 
doing fine. He looked at me funny, but he didn't say 
anything. 

Too soon the bell rang and it started all over again. I 
caught myself examining every young male that entered 
my class that day, trying to decide if he was one of 
the attackers that I had not recognized. I saw several 
that I was sure had been among them. I also saw knowing 
looks on the faces of almost all of the rest of them. 
They all seemed to know!

The main one though, the boy that had seemed to be in 
charge, the large boy that had first assaulted me and 
who was in my first class, I recognized him 
immediately. He was the young bully that had forced 
another student to move yesterday so that he could sit 
in the front row and stare at me all during the class. 

He smirked at me from the moment that he walked in the 
room. I could see that others were watching me closely, 
waiting to see what I would do. I did the only thing 
that I could. I taught my class. Well, I tried to teach 
my class. There were only a couple of the girls that 
were even listening to me. I might as well have been 
speaking Latin. 

The entire hour passed just like yesterday, with the 
boys asking suggestive questions and everyone laughing 
at my discomfort. I was wasting my time and we all knew 
it. 

The bell finally rang and Jamal, my attacker, waited 
until the others had all left and sat in his seat 
smirking at me as they filed out of the room. Then he 
stood up and winked at me and left without a word.

Several times throughout the rest of the day I spotted 
students in my classes that I was pretty sure had been 
among that group of boys that attacked me yesterday 
afternoon and they all smirked at me as I struggled to 
maintain my composure and say the things that were 
required of me.

I sat at my desk with my door closed during my lunch 
hour and ate the sandwich that I had not been able to 
eat yesterday. I sat and stared at the bank of windows 
mindlessly after I ate. I took comfort in the only 
thing I could. I seemed to have gotten past the need to 
cry.

I heard a noise at the door just before the bell rang 
but I didn't see anyone. Before next bell rang I went 
over to open my door and saw a piece of paper that 
someone had slid under the door. I picked it up and saw 
that it was a piece of notebook paper with my name and 
address and phone number on it. That was all. No 
threats. They were just letting me know that they knew 
where I lived. I knew for sure that it wasn't over now.

I went through the motions for my afternoon classes and 
today I was resolved that I would not be one of the 
last ones to leave. I would leave with the other 
teachers and then the kids would have to leave me 
alone.

I watched impatiently as the kids filed out after my 
last class and then I grabbed my purse and headed for 
the door. Before I got to it though it was blocked by 
the large, ominous student that seemed bent on making a 
victim of me.

He stood in the door and asked if I were leaving. As he 
spoke he was almost daring me to try getting past him. 
He was toying with me. His confidence was incredibly 
unnerving. 

I stared at him for a moment and then I said as 
forcefully as I could, "Get out of my way Jamal. I 
didn't turn you in yesterday, but if you touch me again 
I will have you arrested."

He smiled and came into the room. His friends came in 
after him and the last one in closed and locked the 
door. I noticed that their number had swollen by one 
today. There were eight of them. I recognized more of 
them now. I had been scanning their faces throughout 
the day and I knew that at least some of them were in 
my classes.

I tried again. "If you don't unlock that door and let 
me go I will scream. Now get out of my way!"

Jamal just smirked down at me and walked slowly over to 
where I was standing on shaking legs. He came to a stop 
in front of me and in a quiet, taunting voice said, "I 
don't think so Alice. I don't think you will scream. I 
don't think you will report me. I think you need me."

I shook my head violently and my voice broke as I tried 
once more to demand that they let me go. 

Instead, Jamal's hand came up and caressed my hair and 
my neck again. Then his finger traced a path over my 
face, ending at my lips. He stood watching me as his 
finger moved over me and then he said, "You have a very 
pretty face Alice. You have a very pretty face and a 
very sexy body. You're a natural blonde aren't you? I 
like blondes. I like the contrast when I move my hands 
over their bodies. I love to look down and watch my 
black cock going in and out of their mouths, or their 
pussies. That always turns me on. You are going to love 
it too. You just don't realize it yet."

I shook my head but I didn't move as he gently but 
firmly inserted his large finger into my mouth like a 
cock. He moved it in and out slowly, all the while 
staring at my face.

I wanted desperately to scream, to run. I have no idea 
why I did nothing as he stood there molesting me at his 
leisure. 

He watched me accept his finger in my mouth for a 
moment and then he said, "I bet it has been a long time 
since you sucked a cock, hasn't it Alice?"

I shuddered in revulsion at the very idea of it. It 
wasn't that I objected to sucking cocks on principal. 
In fact, I rather enjoyed it. I even swallowed! It 
maybe wasn't the tastiest stuff in the world, but I 
enjoyed being responsible for that much pleasure, and 
swallowing kind of excited me. It was such a nasty 
thing to do! But I had only been with one man in my 
life, my fiancé. The idea of taking this hoodlum's big, 
black cock in my mouth was simply unimaginable!

Well, it was for me. He seemed to be able to imagine 
it. He finally pulled his finger out of my mouth and 
started lightly moving it around my face again. It 
moved down my chin and moved gently down my neck and 
traced a path between my breasts.

I shuddered again and brought my hands up to stop him 
but he said firmly, "Put your arms down Alice." 

I don't know why, but I obeyed! I let my hands fall to 
my sides and groaned in fear as his finger moved around 
one of my breasts and then up over the nipple, teasing 
me through my clothing. 

He never once took his eyes from mine though, and for 
some reason I was held helpless by his eyes, by the 
smug look on his face. I couldn't move, I couldn't 
scream. Instead I felt a few tears run down over my 
cheeks. Before they could fall from my face though, he 
leaned forward and licked them from my cheek without 
ever taking his eyes from my own.

He straightened up and as I quietly began begging him 
to let me go his finger moved to my other breast and he 
said, "Alice, you wear too many clothes. We are going 
to have to work on your wardrobe. This bra feels like 
something my mother would wear. A young girl like you 
doesn't need a big, thick bra like this. Hell, with 
your little tits you don't need a bra at all! And those 
skirt that go down past your knees. What are you, the 
anti-sex?! Before you leave here this afternoon I am 
going to give you some suggestions on how to dress. A 
girl with a body like yours needs to show it off more."

He took me in his arms again and this time I didn't 
bother to struggle. I knew I would lose. I surrendered 
immediately as his tongue entered my mouth and his 
hands moved over my body at will. I groaned in terror. 
I was sure that I would be raped this afternoon. Right 
here in the classroom where I would have to spend the 
entire year looking at him and his friends. Oh god! His 
friends! They had been silent all of this time. I had 
forgotten all about them. They had watched me surrender 
to him. I had let him stick his finger in my mouth like 
a little cock. I had let him caress me and move his 
finger over my breasts. I had made no move to defend 
myself or resist his advances.

Jamal broke the kiss for a moment and whispered in my 
ear. "Put your arms around my neck Alice."

I did! Oh god! I don't know why but I obeyed! I reached 
up and wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed 
again, and again his hands moved over my body freely. 
It went on and on. It was probably the longest kiss of 
my life! He never went beyond that and touching me over 
my clothing though. He didn't pull my skirt up or 
attempt to unbutton my blouse. He just kissed me.

When at last he broke the kiss he held me in his arms 
for a moment and whispered in my ear, "You give me a 
hardon Alice. I bet you have one tight pussy don't you? 
I have been watching you in class. You have an ass like 
a sixteen year old, high and tight and firm. Has anyone 
ever fucked you in the ass Alice?

I gasped in horror at the very idea and he said, "I 
didn't think so. Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you 
the first few times. I'm not really an ass man anyway. 
I like a nice tight pussy. I bet your pussy is as tight 
as a virgin's ain't it Alice?"

I was not responding to his filthy questions. I still 
wasn't fighting him though. It was embarrassing when he 
finally turned me loose. I almost fell to the floor. 

He stood back and I didn't want to, but I couldn't help 
noticing that large bulge in his pants. It seemed like, 
at least in his case, the stereotype held true. He saw 
where my eyes were looking and he said, "Not yet Alice, 
but soon."

He stepped out of the way then and just like yesterday 
afternoon his friends each took a turn kissing me and 
moving their hands over my body freely. I was made to 
wrap my arms around the necks of each of them and I 
found myself returning their passionate kisses and even 
worse I found myself becoming aroused. 

I didn't understand. I knew that I was terrified and 
wanted desperately for someone to come to the door and 
save me. These large young men scared me so much that I 
could hardly breathe. Still, I recognized that feeling 
building up. It had been a long time, but I had not 
forgotten what it was like to be excited by the touch 
of a man.

It went on and on until they had all had a turn kissing 
and touching me. Then they all simply turned around and 
left, all of them except Jamal. He was leaning against 
the wall near the door. He was staring at me and 
smirking and after a moment he said, "It bothers the 
fuck out of you that this turns you on, doesn't it 
Alice? Look at you, sweet, prim and proper young Alice. 
Here you are, getting all hot and bothered by a gang of 
kids that you would not even stop to piss on if they 
were on fire. I bet the only black people that you have 
spoken to in your entire life were waiters in 
restaurants. You can't stand being in this building 
with all of these black people, all these black kids. 
You are terrified of us because of the color of our 
skin."

"Well, don't worry Alice. I am going to do you a favor. 
I am going to help you get over your fear. In exchange, 
here is what you have to do for me. When you come to 
school tomorrow you had best not be wearing a bra. Do 
you understand me?"

I stared at him for moment and then I surrendered 
again. I nodded. He smiled and said, "Good girl Alice. 
Then he pushed away from the wall and moved over in 
front of me and reached down and started lifting my 
skirt. 

I squeaked in fear, but I made no move as my skirt 
moved slowly up to mid thigh. He looked down and said, 
"This is how long I want your skirts from now on. This 
is important Alice. If you don't come to school dressed 
the way that I tell you then I am going to have to 
alter your clothing. You don't want me to have to do 
that Alice."

He kept addressing me by my first name, as if to put me 
in my place. It was unnecessary. I was already 
terrified. I already knew my place. I nodded again as I 
noted how much of my thighs were exposed. I had not 
worn a mini skirt since high school. I was a modest 
person and I had never really been comfortable in them. 
It would be so much worse here, now, in front of my 
students and the people in the office. I had yet to 
meet another teacher. I hadn't the nerve to go to the 
teacher's lounge at lunch time. What was it going to be 
like now, when they saw me in a short skirt and no bra?

Jamal smiled again and said, "I have to go now Alice. 
Before I leave, let me have another kiss."

I groaned, but I didn't protest. I reached my arms 
around his neck again and tipped my head back and as we 
kissed his hand gripped my thigh just below my crotch. 
I gasped, but didn't pull away. I never pulled away! I 
never fought him! What the hell was wrong with me?!

The kiss was brief this time. I felt his tongue at my 
lips and I parted them and after our tongues did that 
little dance that they do he let me go and said, "See 
you tomorrow Alice." Then he was gone.

I glanced at the clock and saw that the entire episode 
with Jamal and his gang had lasted forty-five minutes! 
I had been kissed and touched for nearly an hour. 
Kissed and touched? No, I had been assaulted for nearly 
an hour. I grabbed my purse and started to run out to 
the parking lot when I remembered the attendance 
sheets. I wanted desperately to rush home and consume 
mass quantities of alcohol. I was a wreck!

I had to turn in those attendance sheets first though. 
I picked them up and raced down to the office and 
dropped them off. There were only two people left in 
the office and they looked at me funny, as if they knew 
what had happened to me. I was sure that was just my 
imagination though. Everyone couldn't know the torment 
that I was being put through.

I went to my car and started home. Half way to my 
apartment I passed the Goodwill thrift shop and I 
remembered the alterations that Jamal had required in 
my dresses. I pulled into the parking lot and parked. I 
sat in my car for a long time, trying to think. Was I 
really going to do this for that boy? Was I going to 
let him determine what I wore? I knew that if I did, if 
I dressed the way he demanded, he would soon be having 
sex with me. I will have surrendered. 

Then I realized that I had already surrendered. I had 
said nothing about the assaults of the last two days. I 
dreaded going to school tomorrow dressed as he had 
demanded. If I didn't though, I knew that he would 
certainly make good on his promise to alter my clothing 
to embarrass me even more. 

I knew that I was sinking deeper and deeper into a 
situation that was spiraling out of control. I knew 
that I had alternatives. I could go to the principal 
and demand that he do something about Jamal. I was 
afraid though. I didn't have to be a Rhodes Scholar to 
know that Jamal would make me regret it if I reported 
him. 

I could call the police and report him and his gang for 
assault. I could just see the headlines now! I would 
have to leave the school if I did that. I would have to 
move. 

I imagined the questions that I would have to answer. 
Why had I not said anything the first time? Why had I 
not struggled? Why had I not screamed? There was a 
security guard at the front door. He would have heard 
me from my classroom if I had put up any kind of a 
struggle. Somehow though, even worse than that, was the 
idea of my friends finding out that I had allowed 
myself to be kissed and groped by an entire gang of 
black hoodlums. I could never face my friends again.

With my mind screaming, "NO! Don't do this!" I got out 
of my car and went into the store. There was hardly 
anyone inside. I had never bought second hand clothing 
before and it was embarrassing. Still, I had no choice. 
I could not sew. Altering my skirts and dresses was out 
of the question. And I was still poor, last I checked. 
I could not really afford even these second hand 
clothes. I had not yet had my fist paycheck.

The alternative was unthinkable though. Besides, the 
last few days I had been saving a lot of money on food. 
As I looked through the racks of skirts I saw that it 
wouldn't be that bad. Nearly everything I saw was 
priced from a couple of dollars down to as low as a 
quarter.

I picked out a dozen short skirts easily. There was a 
wide variety of them. I held them up to my waist and 
looked down and they were all approximately the length 
that Jamal had demanded. I looked around and spotted 
the changing room and tried them on. Most of them fit 
like they had been made for me. A few were too large or 
too small but I selected a half a dozen and put the 
others back.

I paid for my new skirts, a grand total of twelve 
dollars and change, and then I rushed home and took a 
shower. I felt dirty just from trying them on. After my 
shower I dressed and went down to the apartment's 
laundry room and washed my purchases. When they were 
done I went back to my apartment and made myself 
another large drink. I resolved that I would have just 
one this time. I didn't want another of those terrible 
headaches in the morning.

I stood in front of the refrigerator for a long time, 
staring at the meager contents. I saw nothing that I 
wanted to eat though. I really wasn't hungry. I was 
much too upset to eat.

I sat down and tried to read my book but after reading 
the same paragraph over and over for a few minutes I 
gave up and went to bed. I sat up in bed and sipped at 
my drink and stared at the wall. No matter how much I 
tried not to think about it I kept thinking about what 
had happened to me today. My mind kept trying to go 
farther. I was not so naďve as to think that this was 
all about kissing. I knew where this was going. I knew 
that I had to stop it. I didn't know how though. I 
seemed to have already rejected the only ways out.

I thought then of the excitement I had begun to feel 
while they kissed and touched me. Even now, as I 
thought about it, as I contemplated what was yet to 
come, I felt myself getting excited. I was shocked at 
myself. What on earth was I turning into?!

I fought the urge for a long time, but finally I 
reached into my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator 
and stared at it. I had bought it over the internet. I 
had been much too embarrassed to go anywhere that would 
sell something like this. It wasn't one of those that 
looked like a real penis. It was a bullet shaped, hard 
plastic vibrator that did an excellent job of 
stimulating me to orgasm. It wasn't as much fun as sex. 
It lacked the warmth of a real penis. It lacked the 
excitement of touching and being touched. 

There was not a lot of touching in my life lately 
though, not since I broke it off with my fiancé. Not 
until yesterday that is. There had certainly been a lot 
of touching yesterday and today. I told myself that 
that was why the kissing and the touching had had an 
effect on me. I just wasn't sure if I believed me.

I got comfortable and turned the vibrator on and began 
to put it to the use for which it was intended. I moved 
it over and around my breasts and down over my stomach. 
I guided it gently around my pubic area, touching 
myself lightly and enjoying the stimulation. As I did I 
tried to guide my mind through one of my normal 
fantasies. Unfortunately, my mind had a mind of its 
own! My thoughts kept drifting back to today, after the 
last bell. I relived what had happened when Jamal and 
his friends came into my class after the last bell and 
locked my door.

I was shocked to discover that I remembered every 
touch, and every word. It was like I was standing ten 
feet away, watching first Jamal and then each of his 
gang molest me while I surrendered completely. I had 
several orgasms and when I came for the final time I 
was imagining Jamal's hand on my upper thigh, mere 
inches from my pussy, and that nasty smirk on his face.

Once I had put my vibrator aside though, I couldn't 
believe what I had just done, and why I had done it. I 
had actually had a series of orgasms as I relived my 
assault by a gang of black hoodlums! I sat up on the 
side of my bed and thought about what I had just done. 
What the hell was I thinking!

I got up and rinsed off my vibrator and quickly put it 
away. Just looking at it reminded me of what I had just 
done. I sat back on the edge of my bed wondering what 
was wrong with me. Surely I was not excited by being 
sexually assaulted by a gang of young men!

It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. I 
lay in the dark and my mind drifted back and forth 
between dreading tomorrow and trying to figure out why 
I had just masturbated to thoughts of the abuse I was 
suffering. Both of those chains of thought were 
disturbing.

I finally got a little sleep, but not much. I took a 
shower in the morning and then went to my underwear 
drawer. I pulled out a pair of panties and started to 
reach for a bra. I remembered what Jamal had said and I 
stood there for a long moment holding my bra and trying 
to decide what to do. It wasn't like my B cup breasts 
really needed the support, and my blouses weren't 
sheer. Still, the idea of going to school without a bra 
was disturbing. Especially when I would be doing it 
under orders from one of my students!

I thought too of the boys that had been kissing me and 
touching for the last two days. Now there would be one 
less garment between their fingers and my flesh. 

I stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed and tried 
to think. I am an intelligent young woman. There must 
be some simple solution to this. Women just don't let 
things like this happen to them. There are laws! I 
should be able to go the principal or the police and 
put a stop to this. 

But what do I tell them? That some boys kissed me? What 
do I say when they ask me what I did to stop them? I 
didn't fight them. I didn't scream or cry out for help. 
I just stood there and let them do what they wanted. 
And here I am, just about to dress in a manner required 
of me by one of my students.

I glanced at my clock and it was time to make a 
decision. I could dress in my normal fashion and call 
Jamal's bluff. If he wasn't bluffing he would surely 
make me regret it. I didn't get the impression that he 
was the type of boy that bluffed. Or I could dress as 
he had ordered me to and he will know as soon as he 
sees me that he can do whatever he wants with me. I 
will be surrendering to him. 

For a smart girl I don't seem to be handling my life 
too well. If only there was someone that I could turn 
to for advice. Someone, even a girlfriend, a fellow 
teacher, but I had no one. I had just moved here. I had 
built a wall between me and my parents that even now I 
couldn't bring myself to knock down. It seemed like my 
best option was to dress as Jamal had ordered to avoid 
a scene, but this time, when he began his assault I 
would fight. I would scream and punch. I would do 
whatever was required to let him know that I would not 
stand for this anymore. I know, not very logical. I was 
totally out of my depth here.

I put on my underwear and a pair of pantyhose. I 
stepped into the little skirt that I had bought last 
night. I put on a heavy blouse and I was instantly 
aware of the friction against my nipples. Even though I 
knew that no one could see anything, I was incredibly 
conscious of the fact that I was not wearing a bra. 

I looked in the mirror and it wasn't too bad. The skirt 
was too short for me. It was definitely not my style. 
But it was not so short as to be unacceptable. I don't 
think the other staff would look at me and think that 
my dress was inappropriate.

I had taken much too much time getting dressed, or 
thinking about getting dressed. I was going to be late 
if I didn't hurry. I grabbed my purse and rushed out to 
my car and drove the short distance to the school. The 
lot was already full as I pulled in and I had to park 
all the way at the end.

I got out and locked my car and when I turned around 
Jamal was standing right in front of me. I gasped, 
startled. I had not seen him when I pulled up and I 
thought that I was alone. He smiled at me and said, "I 
was afraid you wouldn't make it today Alice. It looks 
like you are dressed the way that I told you."

He suddenly held a straight razor in front of my face 
and I squeaked in fear. As screams go it was not going 
to be very effective. I watched in horror as the razor 
moved towards my face. I couldn't move. I couldn't make 
a sound. My mind could already imagine what it was 
going to feel like when he started slashing me with 
that razor. 

I was almost relieved when he started slowly and 
deliberately cutting buttons off of my blouse. The top 
three went one right after another. He hardly looked at 
what he was doing. As he worked on my buttons he stared 
right into my eyes. He had that smug expression on his 
face, daring me to object.

I didn't object. I didn't move or make a sound. I 
didn't even watch the razor. I stared into his eyes, 
unable to look away. 

After he had cut off the top three buttons he stopped 
and looked at the results. He wasn't satisfied yet. He 
cut off another button. The top button on my blouse was 
now below the level of my breasts!

He reached out with both hands and pulled my blouse 
open and smiled. He said, "I'm so glad you didn't wear 
a bra. With your little titties you don't need one. Do 
you Alice?"

I was unable to respond. I stood petrified as he pulled 
my blouse open a little further and looked at my 
exposed breasts. He looked me in the eyes again and 
said, "I like those little pink nipples. I'm going to 
have fun with those."

He seemed satisfied now and I thought it was over but 
he said, "Oh, one more thing Alice. Give me your 
pantyhose."

I shook my head and whispered, "No please. I can't do 
that!"

He didn't say anything, but he suddenly looked furious 
and in a very cold voice he said, "Don't you ever tell 
me no, Alice. Now either you take them off or will. 
Don't wear them anymore. I don't like them."

I put my purse down on the hood of my car and looked 
around before reaching under my skirt and quickly 
sliding my pantyhose down. I slid my shoes off and 
removed my hose and put my shoes back on. Then I handed 
them to him. He sniffed at them and then he smiled 
again and said, "You better get going Alice. You don't 
want to be late for school."

He turned and walked away. No, he didn't walk, he 
strutted. Even his gate as he walked away from me was 
calculated to put me in my place!

I took a deep breath and hurried into the school. I 
picked up my attendance sheets in the office. There 
were some surprised looks from the people in there, but 
no one said anything. What could they say?

I hurried down the hall to my classroom and got inside 
just as the bell rang and they started letting students 
in the building. As soon as the kids came into the 
classroom and spotted me in my miniskirt and my blouse 
open half way to my waist the conversations stopped. 
They restarted quickly and I knew what they were 
talking about. 

I was as nervous and as self-conscious as I had been 
the first day. In fact, it never seemed to get better. 
Because of Jamal and his gang I couldn't get any 
confidence. I was a nervous wreck. 

I waited until everyone was seated and after the bell 
rang I closed the door and took attendance. When I 
called out Jamal's name he said, "Right here Alice." 

Everyone in the room giggled and I turned red as I felt 
them all watch me, waiting to see what I would do. I 
stared at Jamal, slouched in his chair and daring me to 
say anything to him. 

I knew that I was beaten before I even started to 
fight. I finished calling the roll and began my lesson. 
I realized that nearly everyone was ignoring me, but I 
had no idea what to do about it. I was half way through 
the class when one of the girls sitting beside Jamal 
asked me to explain something that was incorrect on her 
paper. I walked over to her and bent down carefully, 
very much aware of how much of my breasts were exposed 
when I bent over. 

As I tried to explain to the girl why something that 
she had written down was incorrect I felt Jamal's hand 
on my calf, moving slowly up towards my knee. I shot 
straight up and moved back. I wheeled around to face 
Jamal and found myself totally unable to speak at 
first. Finally I started to yell at him to keep his 
hands to himself. I got out no more than a couple of 
stuttering, almost unintelligible words when he reached 
up and grabbed one side of my blouse and pulled me down 
so that my face was right in his.

I gasped in fear and embarrassment. It was horrible 
enough that I was being manhandled by a student in my 
classroom, but what was even worse was that because of 
the way he was holding my blouse it was pulled open and 
one of my breasts was exposed to half the class!

I fought to remove his hand but he hissed right in my 
face, "Don't you fight me bitch! Put your fucking hands 
down, now!"

To my incredible and everlasting shame I obeyed. There 
was no more pretending now. I belonged to this teenaged 
hoodlum and the entire class knew it. I leaned over 
with our noses almost touching and my breast exposed 
and he lectured me as if I were a child. 

He didn't raise his voice, but there was no mistaking 
the authority in his voice. "You don't ever pull away 
from me bitch! You don't ever say no to me. If I order 
you to teach this fucking class in the fucking nude you 
will fucking do it! If I feel like putting my hand on 
your tit or your ass or your god damned pussy then you 
stand right there and you just fucking enjoy it. You 
are nothing but a fucking cunt and you do as you are 
fucking told! Do you have any questions Alice?"

I shook my head and he reached up with his free hand 
and lightly caressed my exposed breast. As his hand 
moved over my sensitive flesh he continued to stare in 
my eyes and he asked, "What are you Alice?"

I was unable to think at first. After a few seconds 
though I remembered what he had said that I was. "I'm a 
cunt," I whispered.

"I didn't hear you Alice," he said.

I tried to speak a little louder and said, "I'm a 
cunt."

He smiled and said, "That's right Alice. You're a cunt. 
You're my cunt. I've always wanted my own teacher. Your 
ass belongs to me now."

He let go of my breast and my blouse and I stood up 
quickly and pulled my blouse back together. His hand 
returned to my leg and I stood there shaking my head 
and pleading silently for this to be over as his hand 
moved slowly up my leg, sliding my skirt up as he 
firmly caressed the inside of my thigh. 

I could not believe that this was happening to me. I 
was standing in front of my class and I could feel the 
eyes of every student watching Jamal molest me right 
here in the classroom for their amusement. I didn't 
know where to look. I couldn't look at my students. I 
couldn't bring myself to look at that smug look on 
Jamal's face any longer. 

I felt his hand nearing my crotch and I didn't want to, 
but I had to see how exposed I was. I glanced down and 
I could see that my legs were almost totally exposed. I 
was shivering in fear as his hand came into contact 
with the blue nylon panel that covered my pussy and now 
I could actually see that my underwear was exposed.

I finally had the full attention of my students. But 
all that I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and cover 
myself up and stay there forever.

Before things got any worse, if that was possible, the 
bell rang and the students filed slowly past us as 
Jamal continued to sit in his seat and hold my upper 
thigh in his warm grip.

The tears were running down my cheeks now and he stood 
up finally and pulled me close and said, "Don't cry 
Alice. You'll get used to it."

Then he licked the tears off of my cheeks and kissed my 
lips and left the room.

I am not even sure what happened in the rest of my 
classes that day. I managed to pull myself together 
enough to stand in the front of the class and I am 
pretty sure that I said the things that I was supposed 
to say. I hardly remember any of it though. It was a 
good thing that the kids didn't seem to pay any 
attention to me. My mind was totally blown. 

I had been dreading the next time that Jamal would 
catch me alone. It turned out that he didn't care if we 
were alone or not. Quite the opposite, he had seemed to 
get extra satisfaction from humiliating and degrading 
me in front of my class. It had been obvious that the 
rest of the kids had really enjoyed the show too. Even 
the girls had been amused.

As humiliating as it was though, I was left with that 
same sick excitement I had gotten the first two times 
that he and his friends had assaulted me. I had rushed 
to the ladies room at the beginning of my lunch period 
and the first thing that I noticed as I was sitting on 
the toilet was how wet my panties were. Not damp, they 
were wet! When I realized it I covered my face in my 
hands and cried, as quietly as possible.

I finally pulled myself together and washed my face and 
hands and tried to make myself presentable. I rushed 
back to my classroom and shut the door. I was terrified 
of being caught in the hallway by Jamal. I don't know 
why. The hallway was the only place that he had not yet 
assaulted me.

I was all ready to rush out when the last bell rang. I 
planned to move as quickly as possible through the 
crowded hallway and drop off my attendance sheets and 
then dash to my car and get the hell out of here.

It didn't work out that way. I watched impatiently, 
purse and papers in hand, as the students filed out. I 
wasn't paying any attention to the kids leaving the 
class. I was watching the door fearfully for any sign 
of Jamal. 

I was looking for trouble in the wrong place. The last 
student in the line let everyone else leave and then he 
stood in the door and turned around. He grinned and 
said, "You aren't leaving are you cunt? Jamal will be 
right here. He'd really hate it if he missed you."

My legs nearly gave out. I shook my head and pleaded in 
a whisper, "Please let me go. I have to get out of 
here."

I knew it was a waste of breath. Now that he was 
standing there blocking my way I recognized him as 
being one of the boys in Jamal's group of thugs. His 
name was Tyrell and he was one of Jamal's larger 
friends.

He just smiled and said, "You don't really want to go, 
do you cunt? I heard about this morning. Jamal said you 
were hotter than hell. He told me that when he pulled 
his hand out from under your skirt his fingers were all 
wet. He's been going around school all day letting 
everyone sniff his fingers. They smell just like your 
cunt. How about it teach, is your cunt wet now?"

I shook my head and backed up a step. He took two steps 
and he was standing right in front of me. I had nowhere 
to run and all of my resolve about screaming for help 
and fighting back against these boys was forgotten now. 
For some reason I just couldn't do it.

Tyrell reached out, confident that I wouldn't resist, 
and spread my blouse open, revealing my breasts. He 
stared for a moment and then he took one of my nipples 
in each hand and squeezed. I gasped in pain and my 
hands went to his wrists reflexively. 

He quietly but firmly said, "Put your arms down cunt. 
You know better than that."

I sobbed and shook my head, but I lowered my arms to my 
side. He had never stopped squeezing my nipples. The 
problem was, it hurt, but it felt so damned good! I 
felt shocks of pleasure travel from my nipples to my 
crotch each time he squeezed and pulled. My body was 
betraying me again. 

I heard noises and I opened my eyes to see Jamal 
standing beside us and grinning. I heard the door close 
and I saw that the rest of his gang was here too. 

Jamal moved behind me and pressed his body against mine 
and spoke quietly in my ear. "Are you cheating on me 
with my best friend, cunt? Damn! I thought you were a 
good girl. I don't know what to do Alice. I am really 
hurt. I leave you alone for a few hours and the next 
thing I know you are showing your tits to my friends 
and just acting like a slut. Is your pussy all wet 
again? Did you get all turned on showing Tyrell your 
tits?"

I managed to choke out a reply. "No. Please, leave me 
alone. I'm not turned on. I just want to go home."

Jamal leaned down and kissed my neck and said, "I'll 
make you a deal Alice. I'm a fair man. If your pussy 
isn't wet then we'll all walk out of here and leave you 
alone. But if your pussy is wet then I'm going to have 
to do something about this slutty behavior of yours."

I was so scared that I thought I was going to faint. I 
knew for a fact that my pussy was betraying me. I don't 
know why my body was reacting this way. I am not the 
kind of girl that has kinky fantasies of having sex 
with black people or being molested in public or gang 
banged. I am a conservative, rather uptight person. I 
have only been with one man, my fiancé. I didn't intend 
to be intimate with another until I fell in love and 
was in a committed relationship. Now, here I was being 
assaulted for the third time and I knew that my pussy 
was leaking. What the hell was wrong with me?!

I felt his hands at the waistband of my skirt and in 
seconds it was lying at my feet. Tyrell released my 
nipples and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my 
blouse and Jamal pulled it down and dropped it, leaving 
me in only my blue panties and my shoes.

After he removed my blouse, Jamal pressed his body 
against me again. I could feel his hard cock through 
his pants as it rubbed against my lower back. His big, 
rough hands reached around me and slid down over my 
belly to the crotch of my underwear. I felt his hand 
cup my sex and I gasped in pleasure. It was pleasure 
that I wanted desperately not to experience. These two 
young men were undressing me in front of their friends 
and toying with my body and my mind and all I could do 
was stand here and permit it.

Jamal whispered in my ear, a stage whisper, meant for 
his friends to hear, "Alice, I think your panties are 
soaked. I'm going to be fair though and make sure. I 
wouldn't want to misjudge you."

I closed my eyes again. I shook my head and under my 
breath I kept whispering, "No, no, no. Oh god, please 
stop."

He didn't stop though. I felt his fingers in the 
waistband of my underwear and then he squatted down and 
slowly pulled my panties off. I didn't struggle when he 
lifted my legs one at a time and pulled my underwear 
free. He stood back up and reached around and held them 
in front of my face and said, "Look at that Alice! They 
are drenched! Hell, I could wring these fucking things 
out! I'm shocked Alice. I didn't think that you were 
that kind of girl."

I felt his hands move back to my pussy and this time 
first one and then two long, thick fingers entered me. 
I shivered again, but I wasn't entirely certain why 
this time. 

He played with my pussy for several minutes and Tyrell 
returned to teasing my breasts. Jamal began talking 
quietly in my ear again. He told me how much fun we 
were all going to have this year. He told me that I was 
going to be his special girlfriend. While he talked his 
hard cock was pressed against my back again and I could 
feel it throbbing. He asked me if I felt it and I 
nodded. He kissed my ear and then he asked, "Are you 
any good at sucking cock Alice?" 

I didn't answer and he said, "Don't be modest Alice. 
You can tell me if you are. I don't imagine you are, 
you being such an uptight prissy bitch and all. Say, I 
have an idea! We're in school. Let's have a little pop 
quiz! It isn't a hard test Alice. There is only one 
question. I want you to get down on your knees and show 
me how good you are at sucking cock. After you suck me 
off and swallow my cum I will give you a grade. That 
sounds fair doesn't it Alice?"

His hands had moved to my shoulders and he turned me 
around and pushed me to the floor. I let it happen, 
just like I let him do everything else he did to me. I 
was unable to resist.

I came to rest on my knees with his hard cock pressing 
against his pants only inches from my face. He 
unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants and let 
them fall open. Then he said, "You can take it from 
there, can't you Alice?"

I moaned in despair. Yet I couldn't take my eyes from 
the large bulge in his white jockey shorts. I just 
stared for a minute, not even really thinking. Until he 
said, "Alice….." in a voice that told me that he was 
becoming impatient. 

I reached up and pulled his pants down. Then I pinched 
the waistband of his underwear and pulled them out and 
down, still mesmerized by the large black sex organ 
that I was uncovering. Jamal was dark skinned, but his 
cock was much darker. It was almost coal black! It was 
about seven inches long, maybe a little longer and not 
much fatter than my fiancé's cock had been. I was 
surprised. It had felt so much larger when it was 
pressing against my back a few minutes ago. 

I reached up and grasped it around the base and pulled 
it down to my mouth. I didn't make love to it. I didn't 
kiss it or lick it or play with it. I took it in my 
mouth and started sucking and moving my mouth up and 
down while my hand began to massage what I couldn't 
comfortably fit into my mouth.

Jamal groaned loudly and his hands caressed my hair. 
After a few minutes he said in a strained voice, "I'm 
really surprised Alice. You are a pretty good 
cocksucker! I think we are going to get along just 
great! I think you're going to earn a solid B Plus 
here!"

I ignored his degrading encouragement and sucked him 
off, working to get this over with as quickly as 
possible. He was highly aroused. I could tell from his 
breathing and the way that his body was quivering as I 
worked. He had pretty good stamina though, especially 
for a teenager. He lasted long enough that I was 
exhausted when he finally held my head and filled my 
mouth with a large load of cum. 

I was a little surprised. I had only done this for my 
one previous lover. So I didn't have a lot to compare 
with. His cum had a very mild taste. Not pleasant 
maybe, but not nearly as bitter as what I was used to.

Once I had swallowed he held my head still and his cock 
drained onto my tongue as it went soft in my mouth. 
When he finally stepped back I thought, "Thank god, 
it's over!"

Maybe what they say about blondes is true!

As soon as Jamal moved out of the way Tyrell took his 
place. I looked up at Jamal, as if to ask him not to 
make me do this. I realized my mistake as soon as I did 
it. As much as anything else that I had done in the 
last three days, that look was an acknowledgement that 
he was in charge of me.

He just smiled and said, "Make me proud of you Alice. 
Don't embarrass me in front of my friends. Show him 
what a good cocksucker you are."

As I took Tyrell's cock into my mouth I noticed for the 
first time that one of the boys had a digital movie 
camera pointed at me. All this time I had been too 
ashamed to look around at them. I didn't want to see 
the lust in their eyes. I had no idea how long he had 
been recording. 

I tried to pull my face away, to take my mouth off of 
Tyrell's cock, but he held me tight and said, "Uh uh, 
teach. Suck that cock for me. I been looking forward to 
this since I saw your pretty white ass on Monday. I 
been kissing them lips and thinking how good they were 
going to feel when they were wrapped around my cock. 
Don't worry though. This won't take long. I can't wait 
to coat your tonsils with my cum. Now get to work. 
Don't worry about that camera. We'll make sure you get 
one of the copies of that disk."

I gave in then. I couldn't fight them. I didn't know 
how much they had on that disk, but I knew that at the 
very least they had pictures of me naked and on my 
knees sucking the cock of at least one of my students, 
probably two. 

I turned my attention to sucking Tyrell's somewhat 
larger cock and he had been right. I doubt if he lasted 
five minutes. When he stepped away the rest of them 
stepped forward one at a time and I sucked all eight of 
them off while they took turns holding the camera and 
recording it all. 

After Jamal and Tyrell they made me open my mouth wide 
when they came and they all finished off by shooting 
into my wide open mouth with the camera coming in for 
an extreme close-up. 

I was aghast at the idea of the very existence of these 
pictures. I had refused when my fiancé had tried to get 
me to pose for him in lingerie. I knew that if I didn't 
pose for sexy pictures then I didn't have to worry 
about them ever showing up on the internet. There was 
no telling where these pictures would end up, but I 
would be surprised if they didn't get posted by someone 
before very long. I remembered what Tyrell had said, 
"One of the copies". At the very least, I suppose that 
each of these boys would have a copy of this degrading 
little movie I was starring in.

When I was finished sucking off Jamal and his gang, 
Jamal pulled me to my feet and his hand moved to my 
pussy. I gasped at his touch and he grinned as his 
fingers entered me once more. He smiled that smug smile 
and said, "Your mind has some pretty mixed emotions 
Alice, but your body seems to love what is happening to 
you. Do you feel how wet your cunt is sweetheart?"

I just stood there. I couldn't fight him. He handed me 
my miniskirt. I put it on quickly and he handed me my 
blouse. He placed my soiled panties on my desk and 
ordered me to leave them there until he decided what to 
do with them. He ordered me not to wear panties 
tomorrow, no underwear at all. He said that he had 
decided that he had made a mistake when he told me how 
long my skirts could be. Tomorrow he wanted my skirt to 
be two inches shorter. He also ordered me to cut the 
same number of buttons off of all of my blouses to save 
him the trouble. 

I just nodded. I didn't know what I was going to do 
tomorrow. I had already had this argument with myself 
everyday for three days and I just seemed to keep 
letting these things happen to me. It was getting worse 
though. I had just provided oral sex to eight teenage 
boys. On camera! I was letting one of them make me 
dress in slutty clothing and molest me in front of my 
class. How had my life gone so wrong in such a short 
amount of time?!

The boys all left me alone finally and I sat back down 
at my desk and tried to pull myself together. I didn't 
even look at the clock for several minutes. When I did 
I saw that I only had five minutes to get the 
attendance sheets in. I stood up and walked unsteadily 
to the door and then realized that I still had not put 
my shoes back on. 

I tried to get my mind working again. I slipped my 
shoes on, grabbed my purse this time, and got to the 
office with only minutes to spare. I got a lot of 
strange looks from the staff, but no one spoke. It 
occurred to me that I had been working here for three 
full days now and the only one that I had spoken to was 
the principal, Mr. Wigfall! I had not met any other 
teachers and the office staff never spoke to me when I 
went in there every morning and every afternoon.

I dropped off the attendance sheets and I turned around 
and ran right into Mr. Wigfall. I said excuse me and he 
stepped back and smiled and said, "Miss Wilson! How are 
you? I never see you in the teacher's lounge. Are you 
doing alright?"

I explained that I ate my lunch at my desk and made up 
some excuse about studying my lesson plans and being 
available for my students. I realized that I sounded 
much more like a silly school girl than one of the 
teachers, but I had just been gang raped and I wasn't 
thinking too clearly.

I excused myself and rushed to my car. The parking lot 
was nearly empty, as it usually was by the time Jamal 
allowed me to leave in the afternoon. I got in and 
drove off quickly, terrified of something else 
happening before I could get out of there.

I drove home and headed straight for the liquor bottle. 
I poured myself a strong drink and gulped it down on an 
empty stomach. That took care of supper and I went into 
my bedroom and undressed with the intention of taking a 
long, hot shower. Instead, I reached into my nightstand 
and pulled out my vibrator and masturbated like crazy 
for nearly an hour. I gave myself one huge orgasm after 
another until I was exhausted. When I was finished I 
fell asleep lying there on my back with my vibrator 
resting on my stomach.

I woke up a couple of hours later and was shocked at 
what I had done. I sat up too quickly and felt faint 
for a moment. When I got my equilibrium back I stood 
and went into the bathroom. 

I rinsed off my vibrator and then I brushed my teeth. 
As I worked the toothbrush around my mouth I thought of 
all the cocks and all the cum that had been in my mouth 
this afternoon. I didn't want to. I just couldn't help 
it. Instead of the horror that I should have felt, I 
realized that I was getting excited all over again. I 
knew it was wrong. It made me mad to think that I would 
react that way. I just didn't know how to stop it.

I took a hot shower and dried off. I put my robe on and 
went out to the kitchen. I wasn't hungry, but I had not 
eaten a single thing today and I knew that I had to eat 
something, something besides the ejaculate of eight 
black teenagers.

I had food, but nothing that I saw appealed to me. I 
finally got out some cold cuts and made a sandwich and 
sat at my kitchen table and ate listlessly, staring off 
into space as I thought once more of the horrible 
things that had happened today.

Being forced to suck all of those boys off had been 
awful. For some reason though, I had been much more 
humiliated by the things that had happened during my 
first class when Jamal had exposed my breast and rubbed 
my crotch in front of my entire class. It was obvious, 
even to me, that this was getting way out of hand. 
Unfortunately, that knowledge contributed nothing to 
the dilemma I was in. If I just said the hell with it 
and told them that I couldn't take this anymore then I 
would soon be homeless and my chances of getting 
another teaching position, ever, were slim and none. 

The trouble is that it was obvious even to me where 
this was going. Well, I thought that it was. I was soon 
to learn that my devious tormenter had much more 
imagination than I did. I just didn't realize how 
clueless I really was.

After I ate my sandwich I tried to read my book again. 
I just couldn't concentrate. I gave up and tried 
watching a little television. I don't watch television 
often. Sometimes though, I will have it on just so that 
it won't be so quiet. Tonight the noise was annoying. 

I thought about getting dressed and going for a walk 
but this wasn't a good area to go for a walk in the 
evening. It was more commercial than residential and 
there were not a lot of sidewalks. If you wanted to go 
somewhere around here you pretty much had to drive. 

I finally gave up and went into my bedroom. I took off 
my robe and sat on the edge of my bed for a minute or 
two before I gave up and pulled my vibrator out and 
stretched back out on my back. I was so ashamed of 
myself, but at least while I was using my vibrator the 
fear was gone.

I turned on my little bullet shaped friend and 
distracted myself from the terror in my life. Well, 
that was the intent. Somehow though, I found myself 
thinking about his morning. I imagined what I must have 
looked like with my breast hanging free for all of that 
time and then I imagined what it must have looked like 
as he touched me in front of that crowded classroom. I 
could almost see his dark skin contrasting with the 
stark white skin of my breast and then my thigh. 

What must my students have thought of me! They must 
have talked about that all day among their friends. 
Half the kids in the school must know by now that I let 
Jamal manhandle me in class. I had stood at his side 
and allowed him reach up under my skirt and rub my 
crotch.

I remembered my soiled panties sitting in the middle of 
my desk. The janitor would surely see them tonight. I 
had been ordered to leave them where they were. The 
students filing into my class tomorrow would see them 
if they glanced at my desk.

I began to have an orgasm as I imagined the students 
filing into my classroom tomorrow and seeing my 
underwear and being reminded of the events that took 
place yesterday. As if they would need to be reminded. 

Today was over though. I should be worried about 
tomorrow. Every day got worse. What did Jamal have in 
mind for me tomorrow? Everyday had been worse than the 
day before. Today I had given eight teenagers oral sex. 
What would be demanded of me tomorrow? Would I be 
having intercourse? 

I thought about how long it had been since I had 
enjoyed the feel of a cock inside of me. It had been 
more than a year. It had been almost two years. While I 
would admit that I missed it, I realized that, if not 
tomorrow, I would be having sex with my students soon. 
My black students!

I knew that I desperately did not want to do that, not 
with the young, black teenagers in my class. But as I 
realized it was going to happen I was having another 
orgasm. What on earth was wrong with me!

I didn't stop though. I continued to work at my pussy 
with that vibrator and my mind wandered back to the 
afternoon after my last class. I relived it as I had 
orgasm after orgasm until I couldn't take it anymore 
and finally turned off my vibrator and collapsed onto 
my bed, out of breath and exhausted.

I wanted to just drift off to sleep, but I couldn't. I 
was a mess. I waited until I was more or less recovered 
and I got up and rinsed off my vibrator. I used a damp 
cloth on my thighs and my matted pussy and then I 
stared at myself in the mirror.

I couldn't believe what I was becoming. I looked at my 
long blonde hair and my face. My fiancé used to say 
that I had elfin features. I suppose that I was not 
pretty in the classic model sense. I was pretty though. 
I wasn't snobbish about it. I knew that it was an 
accident of nature.

I looked at my figure. The figure that so many people 
have seen exposed in public recently. My breasts were 
perfect for my small frame. They were B cup and I 
suppose that they might be described as perky. They 
didn't sag at all. My nipples were not much larger than 
a dime. They were pink and lately they were erect a 
great deal of the time.

I had a slender body, a narrow waist and small hips. I 
had a butt like a sixteen year old according to my 
fiancé. He had been, by his own admission, a "butt 
man", so I am taking his word on that. 

I have long, slender, shapely legs. I am only five 
foot, two inches tall, but a lot of that is in my legs. 
Men found me attractive and I had always had mixed 
emotions about that. On the one hand I liked being sexy 
and pretty. At the same time I was self-conscious and 
it bothered me when they watched me walk or stared at 
me in public. I was shy and never dressed to show off, 
especially not in public.

I finally went back to my bedroom. I put my vibrator 
away and dug out a clean t-shirt to sleep in. I pulled 
my covers back and stretched out on my back and turned 
off the lights. I thought that it would be difficult to 
sleep. I had already taken a nap, and I had three days 
of torment that I could not get out of my mind. It 
didn't take as long as I thought though and soon I was 
sound asleep. 

I woke up the next morning before the alarm went off 
and I got up and took another quick shower. I dried off 
and then I pulled out one of my new miniskirts and put 
it on the bed. I went into my small closet and selected 
a blouse. I started to pull out some clean underwear 
when I remembered that I had been ordered not to wear 
any. 

I shivered in fear as I wondered what humiliating 
things I would be forced to endure today. I dug out a 
single edged razor blade and removed the top four 
buttons from my blouse. As I worked, the image of being 
bent over Jamal with my breast exposed in class 
yesterday flashed though my mind and I shivered. I am 
sure that it was fear that I felt.

I put the blouse on and buttoned it up as far as I 
could. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. I 
tucked in my blouse and fastened the skirt and then 
rolled the waistband over twice. I went back into the 
bathroom to brush my hair and I hated what I saw in the 
mirror. 

I looked like a prostitute. My skirt was only a couple 
of inches below my crotch now. I had never been so 
exposed in my life. The blouse was even worse than 
yesterday. It must have been cut lower. The remaining 
top button seemed lower, exposing more cleavage. I 
wanted desperately to put some decent clothes on. No, 
what I really wanted was to never go back to that 
school again. 

I realized that I had not yet completed the first week 
of the school year and the fear that I felt gripped my 
heart and made it hard to breathe. How was I ever going 
to get through this?!

I went out to the kitchen but I still had no appetite. 
I made myself a sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water 
and my purse and headed for school. It only took about 
fifteen minutes to get there and I pulled up and parked 
and steeled my nerves for another day of torment.

I got out and locked my car and when I turned around I 
saw Jamal approaching with that smug grin on his face. 
I have never been a violent person, but the idea of 
slamming a baseball bat into that supercilious face and 
taking away that arrogant look forever really appealed 
to me at that moment.

He stopped in front of me and reached out and pulled 
the sides of my blouse apart. He looked down at my 
exposed breasts and said, "Looking good Alice, real 
good. You just needed to lighten up a bit. You are 
going to thank me for this later."

He pulled me close and kissed me. It was a very 
physical, very passionate kiss and as he kissed me his 
hands reached under the back of my skirt and gripped 
the cheeks of my ass and pulled my body tight against 
his own.

I surrendered instantly. I knew I couldn't fight him. 
He finally broke the kiss and just squeezed the cheeks 
of my ass for a moment and then he said, "That's what I 
like to feel. For a skinny white bitch you got a fine 
ass Alice."

He finally let me go and as he walked away he looked 
back and said, "See you in class cunt."

I shuddered and this time I knew without a doubt that 
it was fear. I walked across the parking lot and went 
to the office. Once more I got the disbelieving stares 
from the women in the office. I thought that they must 
know what was happening to me. Surely it was obvious to 
everyone!

No one spoke though. I picked up my attendance sheets 
and went to my classroom. I stood in front of my desk 
and stared at the blue panties that I had worn 
yesterday. They were prominently displayed in the 
middle of my desk. I put my purse away and set my 
attendance sheets down and went over my lesson plan. I 
don't know why. I wasn't teaching anyone anything. 

The first bell rang and the guard let the kids in 
through the front door. I heard the noise build in the 
hallway as they swarmed in like locusts. They started 
filing into the room almost immediately. The looks on 
their faces as they came in and headed for their seats 
was really disturbing. The girls looked at me and it 
was obvious that they thought that I was some kind of 
slut and lower than dirt.

The boys leered and they too thought that I was some 
kind of slut, but they thought that was a good thing. 
Their eyes explored my body and I could almost feel 
them. I wanted to pull my skirt down and hold my blouse 
together and cover myself but I knew that I couldn't. I 
knew that they could not tell, at least not yet, but I 
was extremely self-conscious about not wearing 
underwear. I felt nearly naked and that wasn't far from 
wrong. 

No one spoke to me directly, but I heard many 
disparaging comments as they filed past me. I heard the 
word cunt several times. One of the students finally 
noticed my panties on my desk and reached down and 
picked them up. He held them open and displayed them to 
the class and yelled out, "Hey! Look at this! Anyone 
recognize these?!"

I must have been as red as a can of paint. I was just 
about to grab them from him but he sniffed at them 
obscenely and then tossed them back onto my desk and 
headed for his seat. Everyone was aware of them now, 
and everyone was aware that I left them right where 
they landed in the middle of my desk. I didn't have to 
be a mind reader to know what they were all thinking.

It was almost time for the final bell and Jamal had not 
come in yet. I was starting to hope that he had decided 
to skip school today or something when I saw him 
standing out in the hall talking with one of the male 
teachers. The bell rang and they stood there talking in 
the empty hallway for a moment longer before they 
separated and Jamal came in. 

I got to my feet and went over and shut the door and 
returned to my usual place in the front of the class. I 
forced myself to think about my lesson plan and not the 
underwear on my desk or the events of yesterday.

Jamal just watched me with that smirk on his face until 
the class was about half over. I was starting to think 
that he was going to leave me alone, at least until the 
school day was over. God I'm stupid!

I had paused in my lecture to look down at my book when 
I heard Jamal's voice. He sounded so polite, so 
respectful, when he asked, "Excuse me Alice. I just 
wanted to say how lovely you look today."

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I knew 
that it was starting again. It was now just a question 
of how humiliating it was going to be.

Jamal had paused to give everyone a chance to turn 
their attention to the front of the classroom. He was 
smiling so innocently, I wanted to kill him. No, I just 
wanted to run out of the room. Well, maybe a little of 
both.

The room had gotten quiet as the other students 
realized that the show was starting again. Jamal 
continued, "Aren't you a lot more comfortable now that 
I've taken you under my wing and helped you dress a lot 
sexier? It's pretty warm in here too, so you must be a 
lot cooler with no underwear on. Aren't you Alice?"

I heard the class laughing at me and I saw the look on 
their faces. They were enjoying the hell out of this. 
The girls even looked like they were enjoying watching 
Jamal humiliate and degrade me. 

I just stood there like a small animal in a trap, 
totally helpless to defend myself. 

Jamal waited a second and then said, "Come over here 
Alice. I'm curious about something."

I shook my head and whispered, "Please Jamal, please 
not again."

He just stared at me and after a moment I took a deep 
breath and walked slowly towards him. I heard the buzz 
of conversation around the room as I obeyed him.

When I was standing in front of his desk he looked up 
at me and asked, "Alice, I was just wondering. You 
remember yesterday don't you? You remember when I put 
my hand on your pussy and it was all wet? I was 
wondering, since you don't have any panties on today 
and you are getting lots of fresh air on your pussy, if 
you were managing to keep dry."

He leaned forward and reached out and pulled me around 
to stand at his side and I didn't resist. I stood there 
with my eyes closed so that I wouldn't have to see the 
faces of my students as Jamal's hand came to rest on my 
calf and slowly worked its way up over my knee and up 
my thigh. When his hand was half way up my thigh he 
said, "Spread your legs Alice. I need more room here."

I sobbed and shook my head, but I obeyed. 

His hand continued working its way up to my crotch, but 
just before he touched my pussy he stopped and said, 
"This is in my way."

He reached out with both hands and pushed my skirt all 
the way up to my waist in front of the entire class. I 
heard the obscene comments and I felt the boy that was 
sitting behind me place his hand on my ass. I could 
hear the girls sitting nearby laughing loudly at my 
total humiliation.

Jamal put his hand back on my thigh and moved it slowly 
back up until his finger touched my pussy. His finger 
sawed back and forth along my slit and he said, "This 
is a good look for you Alice. I think that you have a 
little too much hair for a blonde though. I want you to 
do me a favor tonight, okay? I'd like you to go ahead 
and shave all of this hair off down here. Will you do 
that for me? I'm sure you'll be a lot cooler if you do 
that."

Several of the boys nearby got a hearty laugh out of 
that.

Jamal didn't wait for me to answer. He turned his 
attention back to his fingers and my pussy. I felt his 
finger enter me and several of the girls nearby 
squealed in excitement as they watched me being 
assaulted in front of my entire class. 

Jamal's finger sawed in and out of my pussy and 
everyone nearby could tell how wet I was. He looked up 
at me and said, "Damn Alice, still pretty juicy down 
here. I guess it didn't help much to leave your 
underwear at home. Still, I'm sure you are much more 
comfortable this way. Maybe there is something else we 
can try to cool you down a little. I know, how about 
this?"

His finger on his right hand continued to saw into me 
and he raised his left hand and unbuttoned several more 
buttons on my already dangerously open blouse. When it 
was unbuttoned to my waist he reached up and pushed it 
down off of my shoulders and down until it caught at my 
elbows.

I was crying quietly now. The tears were running down 
my cheeks and dripping down onto my exposed breasts. I 
heard chairs scraping against the floor around the room 
and the other students were gathering around for a 
better look at my exposed body. 

Just when I thought that things were as bad as they 
could get, Jamal began to tease my clit with his thumb 
and though I fought against it with all of my might I 
was soon shivering and sobbing and cumming all at the 
same time.

I cried out and would have fallen to the floor if I had 
not reached out to support myself on Jamal's shoulder. 
He kept it up until I came twice. There was no 
mistaking it either. I was whining and crying out and 
my body was twitching out of control at the hands of 
this teenage thug.

When he finally pulled his fingers free he reached up 
and pulled my head down closer and stuck them into my 
mouth and ordered me to suck them clean. I obeyed 
without thinking and leaned over him unsteadily, 
sucking his fingers like they were cocks while the 
class looked on in amusement.

He let me humiliate myself like that for a minute or so 
and then he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and said 
quietly, "I think that you should thank me Alice. Most 
of us don't get to have that much fun in school. You 
are pretty lucky you know. Not many teachers have 
students that are as concerned with their comfort as I 
am with yours."

I was still sobbing quietly, but I managed to say thank 
you. It wasn't loud enough though and I had to say it 
twice more before it was loud enough to please him.

At last he said, "You're welcome Alice. Now you better 
pull yourself together, the bell is just about to ring. 
You wouldn't want to have the kids in your next class 
think you were a slut would you?"

Everyone in the class laughed at that. I hurriedly 
pulled my blouse back up over my breasts and buttoned 
it. I straightened out my skirt and wiped my eyes. I 
finished just as the bell rang. 

The kids filed out around us, Jamal was still sitting 
in his seat and staring at me. As the boys filed out 
behind me most of them grabbed my ass and gave it a 
quick squeeze. I just stood there waiting for the earth 
to open up and swallow me.

When everyone else had left the room and the kids from 
my next class were beginning to enter the room, Jamal 
finally got to his feet. He walked past me to my desk, 
spread my panties out in the center of my desk blotter 
and said, "Leave them just like that. They need airing 
out."

Jamal finally left and I turned to look at my panties 
in the center of my desk. Not everyone coming into the 
room noticed them, but many did and with each person 
that saw my underwear spread out on my desk on display 
I was diminished a little more. 

I don't know that I ever had any hope of reaching any 
of these kids when I came here to teach. To be honest, 
I had been more concerned for myself when I found out I 
would be teaching in this school than I was for any of 
the students. There was no hope of getting through to 
any of these kids now though. I was nothing more than a 
sex toy now. I no longer came here to teach. I came 
here to be humiliated, degraded, abused, assaulted, 
raped, anything but teach.

Several times during the day, as classes filed in and 
out of my room I was groped by male students. I had 
begun to recognize the members of Jamal's little gang 
and most of the boys that molested me were a part of 
the gang. Not all of them, but most. Others probably 
saw that I permitted it or had heard what was happening 
in my class and just took advantage of the situation.

Nothing like what happened in my first class at the 
hands of Jamal was repeated though. 

At lunch time I closed my door after everyone left and 
got out my sandwich and water. I sat staring at my 
lunch, sitting right in front of my panties on my 
blotter, and I realized that if I were to try to eat 
anything now I would probably throw up. My nerves were 
shot and I was not at all sure that I was not on the 
verge of having a nervous breakdown.

Things were about to get worse. The door to my 
classroom suddenly opened and Jamal came in, followed 
closely by the teacher that he had been talking with in 
the hallway before first period this morning.

Jamal closed the door and locked it and they walked 
over to my desk. I stood up and faced them and waited 
to see what this was all about.

I didn't have long to wait. Jamal said, "Alice, this is 
Mr. Cord. He is my history teacher. You haven't met 
have you?"

I shook my head. I hadn't met any of the other 
teachers. Mr. Cord was a short, middle aged black man. 
He was balding and he was very out of shape. He was 
only about five foot, eight inches tall but he must 
have weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. 

Jamal said, "I don't expect that I'll have any trouble 
getting a passing grade in English this year, will I 
Alice?"

There was only one answer of course. I shook my head. I 
was too nervous to speak.

Jamal continued, "That's good Alice. The problem is I'm 
not very good at history either. So I had a heart to 
heart talk with Mr. Cord and we worked out a little 
deal. You are going to take your clothes off and bend 
over your desk and let Mr. Cord fuck you and he is 
going to give me a passing grade in history. It's 
really nice of you to help me out like this Alice. Now 
take your clothes off."

I was frozen. I stared at them in disbelief. How could 
a teacher be going along with this hoodlum?! 

Jamal waited a minute and then he said, "Alice, if I 
have to take your clothes off you will probably end up 
losing another button or two."

I looked at the determined look on Jamal's face, and 
the look of lust on Mr. Cord's face and I knew that it 
was hopeless. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and 
unbuttoned it and took it off and laid it on my desk. I 
unrolled the waistband on my skirt and unfastened it. I 
let it slide down over my hips and I stepped out of it. 
I kept my eyes down now and stared at the floor as I 
dropped my skirt on my desk. I couldn't stand to look 
at Mr. Cord's face.

Jamal waited until I was naked and he said, "You should 
get down on your knees Alice. Get down there and get 
his cock ready so he can fuck you. That's a good girl."

I dropped to my knees and struggled with Mr. Cord's 
clothing. It was difficult because of the way his big 
belly hung over his belt. I pulled his pants and his 
shorts down and took his already hard cock into my 
mouth. I sucked him for less than a minute before he 
pushed me away and said, "Not so fast bitch. I want to 
cum in your cunt. Get up on the desk and lay on your 
back. I want to watch your tits jiggle while I fuck 
you."

I stood up and stepped over to my desk. I moved my 
lunch out of the way and leaned back on my desk. Mr. 
Cord moved into position and lined up his cock and 
forced it into me quickly. 

I closed my eyes as he pushed his cock inside of me. He 
reached out and twisted my nipple and said, "Open your 
eyes bitch. I want you to see how much fun I'm having."

I opened my eyes and watched his average sized cock 
slide into my body. I took note of the fact that I was 
wet again. His cock entered me and when he pulled it 
out again it was glistening with my juices. As 
disgusting as he was, as humiliating as this situation 
was, I couldn't deny that his cock felt very good. It 
had been a long time since I had enjoyed that feeling 
of fullness that you get when your pussy is full of 
cock.

His strokes became more and more violent and he was 
getting his wish. My tits were swaying and bouncing 
violently. He didn't last very long. He was swearing 
and calling me names and then he grabbed my thighs and 
held me tight as he grunted loudly and filled me with 
cum.

Although it felt nice to have a cock in me again after 
so long, I was nowhere near the point of having an 
orgasm. I was just relieved that it was over. Mr. Cord 
pulled free after a minute or so and pulled his pants 
back on. Without another word Jamal and Mr. Cord left 
the room.

I rushed over and locked the door and then used a 
handful of tissue to clean myself. I had a plastic 
sandwich bag in my purse with a supply of moist 
towelettes. I used a few of them to clean myself off 
and then I dressed quickly. I put my uneaten lunch away 
and stared down at my panties, still spread out on the 
desk. Finally I snapped out of it and rushed over and 
unlocked the door just as the bell rang.

My first class in the afternoon was pretty bad. The 
word must be spreading about me. More than a few of my 
students stopped on the way to their seats to pull my 
blouse out and look down at my breasts before moving 
on. Everyone saw what was happening and I had the 
impression that they all knew about the things that 
Jamal was making me do. Several of the boys also 
stopped to pick up my panties and show them around 
before putting them back down carefully and spreading 
them out neatly.

More than a few of them did more than look. I felt 
hands on my bare thighs and hands on my ass. One boy 
even reached inside my blouse and held my breast for a 
moment as he smiled at me, daring me to object.

The second class of the afternoon was worse though. 
Tyrell came in and stood behind me as the other 
students filed in. He put his arms around my waist and 
pressed up against my back and said, "Jamal told us all 
about what happened to you in first period. You must be 
pretty turned on right now. I heard you didn't cum when 
Cord fucked you either. You must really need some cock. 
Are you feeling horny Alice?"

As he spoke quietly in my ear his hands came up and 
cupped my breasts, right there in front of my class. 
Except for a few obscene remarks the entire class had 
gone quiet and they were staring in awe as I allowed 
Tyrell to molest me.

It was starting again. I didn't know what to do. I 
whispered, "No! I'm not horny! Now please, go sit down. 
Please Tyrell, I don't deserve this!"

To my astonishment, he actually dropped his arms and 
moved back to his seat, half way up the center aisle.

When the bell rang I closed the door and moved to the 
front of the class to start my lecture. Unlike every 
other class that I had taught up until now, the kids 
were all staring at me and sitting absolutely still. 
There wasn't a sound except my shaky voice.

I had only just started though when Tyrell stood up and 
moved to the door at the front of the room. I heard the 
loud click as he turned the lock and then he went over 
and sat on my desk.

I turned to look at him and he smiled. He didn't have 
that smug look that was Jamal's constant expression. He 
actually had a nice smile. There was something in his 
eyes though that scared the hell out of me. 

He let me stand there and shake in fear for a moment 
and then he said, "I hear that you get overheated in 
here Alice. I guess you aren't used to being in a 
school on the poor side of town where we can't get air 
conditioning. You must have spent all of your school 
years in schools for rich white kids with swimming 
pools and football fields and air conditioning. I bet 
you even got to use school books that were from this 
century. Don't worry Alice. We don't hold that against 
you. In fact we feel sorry for you. So we are going to 
help you stay cool while you are teaching our class. 
Get your ass over here!"

I stood ten feet away and whispered, "Please Tyrell, 
please don't do this to me."

He smiled and responded quietly, "It's for your own 
good Alice. Now don't make me say it again."

I took a step and stumbled as my legs almost gave out. 
I was terrified of what I already knew was to come. I 
caught myself and regained my balance and moved over to 
stand in front of Tyrell.

He smiled at me and if I didn't know what was coming I 
would have been comforted by that smile. But I knew 
that the smile was just a mask.

He sat there on the front of my desk and said, "Hand me 
your blouse Alice."

For the third time this day my breasts were about to be 
bared in my classroom! I pulled the blouse out of my 
skirt and unbuttoned the few remaining buttons and 
after taking a deep breath to steady myself I slid my 
blouse off and handed it to Tyrell.

I heard the murmuring behind me as I stood topless in 
my classroom. 

Tyrell set my blouse down and said, "The skirt Alice."

I slowly removed it as well. He took it from my hands 
and I felt the entire class staring at my ass now. 
Tyrell reached down and his fingers moved over my slit 
and he said, "As soon as class is over we are going to 
make up for that lousy fuck that Cord threw you. Jamal 
will be coming back with the rest of the guys and we 
are all going to fuck you. I'd fuck you right now, but 
I promised Jamal that he could go first. I guess that's 
only fair. You are his cunt. He broke you. I'm going to 
be second though. I bet that is one tight little pussy 
you have there."

He slid off of my desk and turned me around to face the 
class and said, "Okay Alice, go ahead and teach us all 
about English."

I stood in that spot without moving for the rest of the 
class and recited the lesson, all the while staring 
over the heads of the students in their seats. I 
couldn't look them in the eyes, I couldn't face them. I 
tried with all of my might to ignore the crude, 
insulting remarks and the jokes. 

I realized that no one was listening to my lecture. On 
the other hand, they hadn't listened when I was wearing 
clothes either. At least they weren't asking questions. 
I could try to make believe that they weren't there. I 
didn't have to look at them.

Tyrell had made me undress shortly after class started. 
I spent nearly an hour standing naked in front of my 
class. I didn't know whether to be relieved or not when 
the bell rang. Because I knew what was coming next.

I started to turn and reach for my clothes but Tyrell 
was standing behind me and he said, "Don't bother 
Alice. You won't be needing them." Several of the boys 
stopped on the way out to feel me up roughly. Tyrell 
watched and smiled.

Tyrell called out to one of the girls, Shanaya, as she 
was leaving and told her to come over. She walked over 
to us, smirking as bad as Jamal. As she approached she 
looked me right in the eye and said, "You are such a 
fucking slut. I have never seen a bigger slut than you, 
and I've seen some sluts!"

Tyrell handed her my attendance records and told her to 
drop them off at the office. He told her that I was 
going to be busy. 

She grinned and said, "I wish I could stay and watch. I 
never seen a pretty little blonde get gang banged 
before."

Tyrell said, "You can if you want. We don't mind."

She sighed and said, "I can't tonight. I gotta go to 
family court with my dumb brother."

Tyrell smiled and said, "Well don't worry. I imagine 
we'll be doing it again tomorrow."

Shanaya grinned and said, "I'll be here." Then she got 
a serious look on her face and said, "But just to 
watch. I ain't gonna fuck you guys."

Tyrell shrugged and said, "I don't give a shit, it 
ain't up to me."

All this time the classroom door was open and the 
hallway was crowded with students glancing in as they 
passed by and I was standing here naked.

It was only a few minutes before Jamal and his gang 
came in and at last the door was closed. Jamal came 
over and stood in front of me and one hand came up and 
began caressing my breast. It actually felt pretty 
damned good! As Jamal was exploring my breasts Tyrell 
was standing beside him telling him how I spent the 
entire period teaching in the nude. Jamal got a big 
kick out of that.

He turned his attention back to me and said, "Cord 
wasn't much of a fuck was he? Well don't worry Alice. 
We are going to make it up to you. I've been thinking 
of fucking you since I saw you on Monday. I knew the 
minute I saw you that you didn't have a spine. You have 
needed someone to tell you what to do all your life. 
You think you are having a terrible time. You think you 
are a victim of a rowdy gang of black teenagers. But 
your pussy is leaking like a sieve isn't it Alice? You 
love this. You love being humiliated like this. You 
have never been so turned on in your life have you?"

I shook my head violently and almost screamed, "NO!! I 
hate this! I hate you! I hate all of you!"

Jamal just smiled and said, "No Alice. You are saying 
that because that is what you are supposed to think. 
That was what they taught you to think when you were 
growing up. That isn't how you really feel though. 
Reach down and stick your finger in your cunt and show 
it to me."

I didn't move right away and he yelled, "Do it!"

I reluctantly obeyed him. I knew what I was going to 
find. I slid my finger into my hot, wet pussy and then 
pulled it out, sopping wet. I held it up to show him 
and I could not have been more embarrassed. 

He guided my finger to my lips and I sucked it clean as 
he stared into my face. Then he said, "Poor Alice. You 
have been a slut all of these years and didn't even 
know it. We're doing you a favor here."

Jamal put his hands on my waist and lifted me up and 
set me down on my desk as if I were weightless. I 
groaned as he began to remove his pants and underwear. 
His hard cock was pointed nearly straight up and 
throbbing. The lube was covering the fat head and 
dripping down the shaft. 

He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and 
said, "This is what you need. You are going to have to 
fuck Cord and a few others from time to time, but you 
don't have to enjoy it. You just do that because you 
have to."

"Me and my friends here though, you are going to love 
fucking us. All these cocks are going to feel so good 
in your sweet pussy you're going to want to marry all 
eight of us. By the end of this hour you are going to 
be the happiest teacher in this school." 

He leaned forward and put his hand behind my head. He 
placed his lips on mine and we started kissing. While 
we kissed he edged closer and his cock was rubbing 
against my belly. He grabbed my legs and pulled me 
closer to the edge of the desk and then he spread my 
legs and broke the kiss long enough to say, "Put it in, 
Alice. I'm going to fuck you now."

He put his lips back on mine and as his tongue forced 
its way between my lips I guided the head of his cock 
to my pussy. As soon as he felt the head slip into me 
he started sliding it in slowly. I groaned. I couldn't 
help it. As much as I hated him, as much as I hated 
being raped, gang raped, in front of all these boys, 
god that felt good! 

His cock was long and hard and virile and he was 
athletic and in shape and I hated to admit it but being 
taken against my will like this was really turning me 
on. I'm sorry. I know that I will probably have my 
women's lib ID card taken away. There is just something 
that appeals to something deep down inside of me when I 
am being ordered around and raped by a man like this 
and I was coming to realize it for the first time in my 
life.

I didn't have to worry about him finding out. He 
already seemed to realize it. The shock was mine as I 
came to realize it. I refused to show it though. 

Jamal kept his hand behind my head and held me upright 
with our faces inches apart when he wasn't actually 
kissing me. He stroked his cock into me, long, slow, 
demanding strokes as his eyes stared into mine. I had 
surrendered to him on Monday and he knew it. He could 
have fucked me then. He had purposely drawn it out 
until this afternoon. He and his friends were enjoying 
degrading me as much as they had enjoyed making me suck 
them off yesterday, and as much as they were all going 
to enjoy fucking me this afternoon. 

Life as I knew it was over now. My body no longer 
belonged to me. It hadn't since Monday, but this is the 
first time that I had acknowledged it to myself. I had 
read about women who enjoyed being treated like this, 
fantasized about it, got off on it. I was never one of 
them. I couldn't deny what I was feeling though. I may 
hate Jamal and his friends and what they are doing to 
me, but Christ, that cock moving in and out of me felt 
good right now! He knew it too. They all knew it.

Jamal started speeding up and one of his hands started 
manipulating my breast. He wasn't caressing me. He was 
squeezing, pulling, mauling, it hurt and it sent 
shockwaves of pleasure directly to my clit. I came 
before he did. There was no hiding it either. I threw 
my head back and though I bit my lip to keep from 
crying out I still came loudly, moaning and groaning 
and fighting to keep from screaming out loud.

Jamal cried out too, and after several violent strokes 
he tensed up and I knew that he was filling me with his 
cum. I shuddered in forced pleasure and then we stayed 
like that for a long moment with his cock still buried 
in me. 

He straightened up and even though I had my eyes closed 
I knew that he was staring at my face. I wanted to cry, 
I wanted to run and hide, but the aftershocks of my 
orgasm were still coursing through my body and I felt 
my body shiver uncontrollably several times before he 
finally pulled free. 

As soon as he was out of the way Tyrell took his place. 
Tyrell didn't support my upper torso the way Jamal had 
when he fucked me and I was soon lying on my back on my 
desk. I could feel my blue panties under my back. He 
reached down and lifted my legs and draped them over 
his shoulders and began to fuck me brutally.

My breasts began to move violently as we fucked and I 
saw one of the boys coming in close with the movie 
camera and recording the action. My heart jumped into 
my throat for a second, but then I realized that it 
didn't matter anymore. 

I reached up and supported my breasts with my hands, 
but I didn't just hold them. I caressed them. I pinched 
and pulled at my nipples and I was cumming again long 
before Tyrell did.

Jamal and Tyrell were the only two boys whose names I 
knew. The others were just a part of the background to 
me. They all blended together as they took their turns 
fucking me on my desk, one right after the other. Some 
of them were larger, some smaller, some rough, some 
slow and gentle, but it was basically just one long 
hour of fucking for me. I didn't cum with all of them, 
but with most of them I did. I no longer tried to hide 
it, not that I had ever been successful at it anyway.

I didn't even bother to keep track of who was fucking 
me and how many were left. I was surprised though when 
I heard a noise when it seemed to be just about over 
and I looked up to see Jamal coming back into the 
classroom followed closely by the security guard.

I panicked for a second. Then I thought maybe I was 
being saved. What can I say, I'm blonde. It turned out 
that Jamal was using me as a bribe to make sure that he 
and his friends had no trouble with security.

The guard came close and watched as the last of the 
teenagers finished fucking me. He stared down at my 
naked body after the last boy finished using me. He and 
the boys commented on my various assets and joked about 
me while I just lay there waiting.

Jamal used my blouse to clean my crotch of the cum that 
was draining out of me and then he stepped back and 
said, "She's all yours man."

He smiled and said, "Can I fuck her ass?"

Jamal replied, "No, not yet. She hasn't been broking in 
yet. Next time."

I wasn't really paying attention. What they were saying 
bothered me, but it was just another indignity. It 
didn't really matter now.

The guard dropped his pants and shorts and came closer. 
He rested his surprisingly large cock on my well fucked 
but still very sensitive pussy and sawed it gently back 
and forth several times before he nestled the head of 
it at my opening and began pushing it in. His cock was 
large enough that I might have had trouble taking it in 
a week ago. Not now though. It was large, but not 
abnormally large. It still felt good. Even after the 
eight boys that had just fucked me. I didn't think that 
I would be able to have another orgasm. It turns out 
that I underestimated my capabilities. I came several 
more times as the security guard fucked me violently.

He leaned over me staring down at me and calling me 
nasty names. He fucked me hard, a punishing, brutal 
stroke that almost hurt as his pelvis slammed into me. 
He had to keep pulling me back to his side of the desk. 
I was sliding all over the place. Just before he came 
he reached out with both hands and grabbed my breasts 
and squeezed violently. He was using my breasts like 
handles to hold me in place and as horrible as it was I 
came one last time.

He left his cock in me until it was soft. It made an 
embarrassing noise when he finally pulled out of me. 
Not that I could be any more embarrassed than I was 
already. The guard stepped back and looked down at his 
messy cock and then he pulled me off the desk roughly 
and pushed me to my knees. It didn't take much. My 
knees were so weak that I would have had trouble 
standing. 

He ordered me to clean up the mess that I had made and 
I started to turn to my desk to reach for my already 
soiled blouse when he slapped my head with a glancing 
blow and repeated his command.

I looked up at him, not realizing at first what he 
meant. 

He grinned down at me and said, "What the hell do you 
think you got a tongue for, you stupid cunt!"

I just stared at him in shock for a second. He started 
to draw his hand back to slap my head again and I 
quickly leaned forward and started licking his messy, 
smelly crotch. I gagged a few times at first, but after 
a moment or two I guess I got used to it. 

As I worked at his crotch with my tongue the boy with 
the camera came closer and filmed it all in detail. I 
just ignored him, anxious to get this over with and go 
home.

When he was satisfied that his crotch was clean enough 
he stood back and pulled his pants back up and put his 
clothing back in order. Jamal ordered me to get dressed 
and he and the security guard stepped out of the room 
for a moment.

I picked up my filthy, smelly blouse and before I could 
put it on Tyrell told me to use it to clean my cunt one 
last time. I looked down at the small trail of cum 
leaking out of me and carefully wiped it up. I put my 
sticky blouse on and reached for my skirt. I was still 
pretty shaky and I almost fell over when I was trying 
to step into it. I finally managed to pull it up and 
tuck my blouse in and button the skirt. I rolled the 
waistband over again, raising the hem to satisfy my 
audience. 

I stood there, waiting for someone to tell me what to 
do. The smell of cum was nearly overpowering and my 
blouse stuck to me uncomfortably in several places. A 
couple of the boys were talking among themselves about 
something. I have trouble understanding these kids when 
they talk among themselves. It's like they almost speak 
English, but not quite.

Jamal finally came back in and walked over to me. He 
grinned and said, "Damn girl! You stink!"

I wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment, but I 
still thought of a couple of appropriate responses to 
that stupid remark. I knew better though. I just waited 
for permission to leave. 

He looked me over one last time and said, "Okay, get 
your ass out of here. You had to fuck the security 
guard so he wouldn't say anything about our little 
after school parties, or about your car being left late 
in the parking lot. I guess you will probably have to 
fuck him once a week or so. But what the hell, it's 
just pussy, right?"

I nodded. What else could I do?

He grinned and said, "Don't forget to shave tonight 
bitch. I want to see that snatch as bald as a baby's 
when you come in tomorrow. Now get out of here."

I went around my desk and pulled out the drawer where I 
kept my purse and left quickly, before someone came up 
with some other way to degrade me.

The guard unlocked the front door and leered at me as I 
brushed past him. I shuddered as I stepped out of the 
building and was finally free for another evening. I 
walked around the building to the parking lot and saw 
that mine was the only car remaining the lot. I 
wondered what Mr. Wigfall would think of that. 

I drove home quickly and then I sat in my car and 
waited while a couple of men stood nearby and discussed 
football. I was dying to take a shower, but I could not 
bring myself to get out and walk by them smelling like 
I did, or looking this way. I just couldn't do it.

They finally moved away and I got out and hurried 
inside and went right to the bathroom. I dropped my two 
small articles of clothing on the floor and as soon as 
the water was hot I climbed into the shower and stood 
under the spray, as hot as I could stand it. 

I had started crying as soon as I entered my small 
apartment. Now, as I shampooed my hair I was crying 
harder and louder and as I started soaping my abused 
body with bodywash I was nearly hysterical. I leaned 
back against the shower wall and slid down and sat on 
the floor, holding my face in my hands and sobbing like 
a little girl. 

I finally got myself under control and I was just about 
to shut the water off and step out when I remembered 
what I had to do. I lathered up my pubic hair and using 
the razor that I normally use for my underarms I tried 
shaving my hair off. I realized right away that it 
wasn't that simple. I stepped out of the shower and 
grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting my pubic 
hair as close as I dared. 

I had to hurry. I had already been in the shower too 
long and the water was starting to get cool. I dropped 
the scissors on the floor outside of the shower and 
soaped my pubic area up again and this time I managed 
to shave it clean without too much trouble. By the time 
I finished and rinsed off the water was cold and I 
hurriedly dried off and put my robe on to warm up.

Despite everything that had happened to me this week, 
and especially today, I was hungry for the first time 
since I started working at that school. I had finally 
stopped crying and my mind seemed to be functioning 
normally. I went out to my small kitchen and took a 
frozen dinner out of the freezer and stuck it in the 
microwave. 

As I waited for it to heat up I tried to remember the 
last time I had eaten in a restaurant. It had been a 
long time. I didn't like going out alone. I know. 
Nobody enjoys going out to a restaurant alone. But I 
think it's even harder for a woman. It didn't matter 
though. It would be several weeks before I got my first 
paycheck, if I survived that long. It didn't help that 
I had never really learned to cook much beyond hot 
dogs, hamburgers and macaroni and cheese, your basic 
dorm food. So cold cuts and frozen dinners were pretty 
much what I ate. 

I had to really watch my money until that first 
paycheck arrived. But god, I would have loved to have 
been able to call up and order a pizza!

I sat there, picking at my meal which smelled a lot 
better than it tasted and I couldn't help thinking 
about the horrible, unimaginable things that had 
happened to me today. I also couldn't help thinking 
about how I had reacted, how many orgasms I had had. 

It isn't the after school gangbang that I couldn't get 
out of my mind though. Instead, I kept thinking about 
being undressed, totally exposed to my entire class. I 
could close my eyes and see myself naked during my 
first and last periods of the day. I could see the 
looks on the faces of the students who, although they 
were still not listening to me, they were certainly 
watching! 

I can remember as a girl, seeing a movie with strippers 
in it. I had tried to imagine what it must be like to 
take off my clothes in front of a room full of dirty 
old men. What I was doing now was worse, much worse. 
The trouble that I could get into was worse too. I 
couldn't even imagine what would happen to me if it 
became known that I had undressed in front of two 
classrooms full of students today and allowed students 
to run their hands over my body at will. 

I thought about how much trouble I could get into, and 
I thought about the odds of two entire class rooms full 
of teenagers keeping that to themselves. I realized 
that there was no way that this wasn't going to get 
out. Kids talk! I was dead. I might as well start 
looking for a job as a real stripper.

I finished my dinner and washed the knife and fork and 
put them away. I poured myself another mixed drink and 
went in and sat down in front of the TV. I turned it on 
and looked down. My robe had come open and my bald 
pussy was exposed. It looked so strange without hair on 
it. I leaned forward and took a closer look. I was 
surprised. It had only been a little more than two 
hours since it happened, but I could see no sign that I 
had just been gang raped in my classroom. 

My pussy wasn't red or swollen. It didn't hurt. It 
looked just like it had this morning, except for the 
hair of course. I gingerly stuck a finger inside and it 
felt entirely normal. I realized that I had a new 
problem though. I wasn't too worried about getting 
pregnant from all of that fucking this afternoon. My 
period was due in less than a week. I was going to have 
to get back on the pill though. 

I wondered what would happen when my period started. 
Would they leave me alone for a week? I somehow doubted 
that was a possibility. They were having too much fun 
humiliating me to stop now. 

I kept trying to focus on the television and take my 
mind off of the horrible things that were happening to 
me, but it just didn't work. I didn't even know what 
was on. I just kept thinking about standing in front of 
that sea of young black faces. As far as I knew I was 
the only white person in that building. I could not get 
their expressions out of my mind, the looks of 
amusement, the cruel pleasure that they were taking 
from my torment. For some reason it was the looks on 
the faces of the girls that disturbed me most.

The boys were predictable. They were teenage boys and I 
was a naked woman, a sex toy now. Of course the boys 
were excited about that. The girls though, I would have 
expected them to be upset, shocked, embarrassed to be 
in the room. I would have been if I had seen something 
like that when I was their age. Hell, I would have run 
out of a class when I was senior in college if I had 
seen a woman undressing in the room!

Not these girls though. They seemed to enjoy my 
suffering just as much as the boys did. I didn't 
understand that reaction. 

I gave up and turned off the TV and I was just about to 
go to my bedroom when the phone rang. I was almost 
afraid to pick it up. I was pretty sure that it was my 
mother though. She sometimes called me when my father 
wasn't around and we talked for a few minutes. She 
didn't like the rift that had developed and seemed to 
keep growing between my father and me. Well, neither 
did I for that matter. I hated it now more than ever. 
If it were not for that deep chasm that existed between 
my father and me, I might have been able to quit this 
horrible teaching job on Monday when Jamal and his 
friends had first accosted me. 

I was trapped now though. I was digging the hole deeper 
every day too. I thought about that movie camera that 
had recorded the degrading things that I had done. I 
thought about standing in front of my class and 
removing my clothes, apparently voluntarily, and I knew 
that I couldn't do anything but what I had done, 
surrender.

There had been several stories in the news lately about 
teachers having sex with their students. What I had 
done was so much worse. They would put me under the 
jail if it came out that I had stripped in two of my 
classes and then fucked eight of my students after 
school on my desk!

I spoke briefly with my mother. Our relationship was 
strained too, but we stayed in touch. I assured her 
that I was doing fine and didn't need anything. I was 
lying my ass off, but it was what she wanted to hear.

We only talked for a few minutes and then I went to my 
bedroom and got out my clothes for tomorrow. I set out 
one of my new miniskirts and then looked through my 
tops. I selected a blouse and this time I tried it on 
before I cut the buttons off. Even though I realized 
that for me, modesty was a thing of the past, I still 
found it difficult to contemplate leaving the house 
with my skirt almost up to my ass and my breasts nearly 
exposed.

I left unbuttoned the buttons I would be forced to 
remove to get an idea of how it would look. You would 
think that I would be getting used to it by now. I 
wasn't. I leaned forward and rested my hands on my 
dresser and saw how much of my cleavage was exposed. 
Until forced by Jamal I had never gone out in public 
like this. My bathing suit didn't even expose this much 
flesh!

I took the blouse off and carefully removed the buttons 
as required. I hung it up on the door frame and pulled 
my covers back and sat down on my bed. I had the t-
shirt that I was going to wear to bed sitting beside 
me, but I just sat there for a few minutes, naked, and 
stared down at my pussy. It looked so naked now, so 
totally exposed. I wondered how many people would see 
me naked tomorrow. I was feeling humiliated already, 
just thinking about it.

Instead of pulling my t-shirt on and getting 
comfortable and trying to read I somehow, without 
really thinking about it, found myself laying back and 
running my vibrator slowly over my breasts and down my 
stomach. I had probably cum more than two dozen times 
this afternoon while those eight boys and the security 
guard fucked me on my desk. Now it was all that I could 
think about, that and undressing in front of thirty-
five teenagers. Yet instead of being horrified, or 
maybe despite being horrified, here I was, masturbating 
as I thought about it! I really didn't want to do this. 
My conscious mind didn't anyway. I knew I couldn't stop 
it though.

I closed my eyes and pictured myself undressing and 
standing naked, lecturing my class straight out of my 
lesson plan, just as if I were fully dressed. I felt 
the lust in their faces wash over me. Every boy in 
those two classes wanted to fuck me. They looked at my 
naked breasts and my exposed pussy and my ass and 
wanted to touch me and they wanted to get on top of me 
and put their cocks in me and fill me with cum. Later, 
after the last class of the day, eight of them did just 
that. I didn't run, I didn't scream, I didn't fight, I 
surrendered.

Now I was surrendering again. I was teasing my body 
with my vibrator and giving myself one incredible 
orgasm after another as I pictured the unimaginable 
things that I had done, or had done to me today. I knew 
that when I was finished I would be shocked by what I 
was doing. My conscience would be very upset with me. 
For the moment though, I was seeing what those kids saw 
today and imagining what they thought as they looked at 
me, naked in front of my own classroom, and I was 
getting off on it. 

I have no idea how many times I reached orgasm before I 
finally shut off my vibrator and lay there on my bed, 
sweating and panting like a bitch in heat. It was still 
early, but I fell asleep right away. I didn't rinse off 
my vibrator, I didn't put on my t-shirt, I didn't lay 
there feeling guilty and worrying about tomorrow. I 
just went to sleep.

I must have been sleep deprived for quite a while. The 
alarm had been going off for quite a few minutes when I 
finally heard it and reached over and shut it off. I 
had a terrible time waking up. I felt like I had been 
drugged. I sat up finally and just sat on the edge of 
my bed, waiting for my brain to wake up and fully 
engage.

I finally decided that the only way to wake up would be 
to take a shower. I took a quick shower and that helped 
a lot. I dried off and went back into the bedroom and 
put on my altered blouse and buttoned the few remaining 
buttons. I stepped into my skirt and fastened it and 
rolled the waistband up a couple of times. This one 
seemed a little shorter that the two I had worn 
already, but it may have just been my impression. I 
looked in the mirror and it looked about the same, too 
short, but the length required by Jamal.

I had my coffee pot on a timer, but coffee was a luxury 
right now so I had not been setting it up before I went 
to bed. I had a little left and I could really use some 
today, but I didn't really have time to mess with it. 

I was really dragging this morning. But I just had to 
get through one more day and then I could spend most of 
the weekend resting and recuperating from the trials of 
my new job as teacher/stripper/prostitute.

I drove to school and parked my car. For a change, 
Jamal wasn't waiting for me when I got out. I threaded 
my way through the crowd of students waiting for the 
doors to open. Several times as I worked my way through 
the crowd I felt hands cup the cheeks of my ass, but I 
just ignored them and kept walking. 

The security guard let me in, but not without a leer 
and a nasty remark. I just ignored him too and went to 
the office for my attendance sheets. As usual there 
were several other teachers in the office when I went 
in. I had yet to see another white person in the 
building. Not a student, not a teacher. I was 
apparently the only one.

I nodded at the other teachers but they just stared at 
me. Not one person in this school, except for the 
principal, had made any effort to make me feel welcome. 
Well, unless you count Jamal, and I don't think you can 
really count being molested and raped as being 
welcomed.

I went back to my classroom and put my purse away and 
got ready for my first class. It is a little more 
difficult to get ready when you aren't in charge. I 
kept staring at my blue panties, still spread out on my 
desk from Wednesday. I was tempted to put them in a 
drawer, but I was afraid of what Jamal might say, or 
do, if they were not there when he came in.

It was time for the bell and I stood waiting for the 
kids to come in and take their seats. I didn't even 
hope that Jamal would leave me alone to teach the 
class. I knew it wouldn't happen. It was just a matter 
of what he had come up with to torment me today. 

I started blushing as soon as the kids started coming 
in. They were smiling and making rude remarks as they 
came past. Many of the boys groped me openly as they 
filed into the room. Jamal was the last one to enter. 
There was nothing unusual about that, but when I saw 
him I felt myself turn even darker red. 

Jamal didn't take his seat immediately. He stood behind 
me, and pressed his body to mine. He reached around and 
held my breasts as the entire class looked on. He 
rubbed his cock against me for a moment and then he 
asked, "Are you ready for another exciting day Alice?"

I shook my head and in a pleading voice I said, "Please 
stop this. Please leave me alone."

He leaned forward and stuck his tongue in my ear and 
then he asked, "Did you do what I told you to do last 
night?"

I nodded.

He kissed my neck a couple of time and then he said, "I 
can't wait to see it. I bet you are going to be much 
cooler today without all of that nasty old hair on your 
pussy."

I heard the kids in the front rows, the ones that were 
close enough to hear him, laughing at me. 

Jamal turned and nodded to the boy sitting on the end 
of the row of seats closest to the door and he got up 
and closed the door and locked it. 

As soon as the boy sat back down Jamal said, "Okay 
Alice. We might as well get this over with. Then you 
can get on with your lesson for today. I'm going to 
take my seat now. I don't want to miss anything. As 
soon as I sit down I want you to go ahead and undress 
and then you can go to work."

He took his hands from my breasts and after patting my 
ass he walked casually to his seat and sat down and 
slouched down in his chair and waited.

It didn't get any easier. I had already been naked in 
front of these kids, more than once. It was just as 
hard to undress this time.

I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it 
and slipped it off. The catcalls were getting pretty 
loud and Jamal had to tell the kids to shut up. I 
unrolled the waistband of the skirt and unbuttoned it. 
I struggled with the zipper for a moment and then I 
slid it down my legs and stepped out of it. 

The kids got loud again when they saw my shaved pussy 
and Jamal had to shut them up again.

I tossed my skirt on my desk and was trying to remember 
what I was supposed to be teaching this morning, not 
that it mattered. Before I could start though, Jamal 
said, "Alice, the kids are pretty curious and can't 
really concentrate. Maybe you should start over there 
on the end and go up and down the aisles and let them 
all get a good look at your shaved pussy. They don't 
get to see something like that every day."

I stared at him for a few seconds. I was sure that I 
couldn't do that. I hardly had the strength to stand 
here! I saw his expression begin to change when I 
didn't move immediately and I moaned, "Oh god, I can't 
stand this!" But I somehow found the strength to walk 
over to the first desk in the first row and let the boy 
sitting there have a close look at my shaved pussy.

I started to walk slowly down the aisle but the boy 
stopped me and said, "Hold on Alice! I want to see that 
thing!"

I came to a stop and he reached out and forced my legs 
a little further apart and moved his hands lightly over 
my pubic area. I shivered at his touch and the boy in 
the next seat laughed and said, "Look at that! The 
bitch is getting off on it!"

The first boy finally took his hand away and I moved to 
the second boy. I came to a stop and spread my legs 
slightly and he immediately jabbed two fingers up into 
my pussy. With his fingers buried deep in my pussy he 
held me and moved his thumb over my clit and I gasped 
and started to have an orgasm. I had to reach out and 
hold onto his desk to keep from falling to the floor. 

The class thought that was hilarious. I wanted to die. 

He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on my hip and 
I went down the aisle stopping beside every boy. A 
couple of the girls even made me stop so that they 
could look at my pussy. They didn't touch me, but they 
looked closely. Every one of the boys touched me 
though. They all inserted their fingers inside of me 
and even though I fought it with all of the will power 
I had, I still had several more orgasms. I was certain 
now that my life could not get any worse. Nothing could 
be more humiliating than this.

When I had circled the class room this way I moved back 
to the front of the room. I glanced at the clock and I 
was dismayed to see that I still had fifteen minutes of 
class time left. 

As it turned out I didn't have to worry about what to 
do next. Jamal had plans for that time. He stood up and 
pulled me around behind my desk and bent me down and 
told me to start teaching my class. 

I struggled to remember what I was supposed to be 
teaching and as I started my lecture in a quiet, 
listless voice, I heard Jamal unfastening his pants and 
I realized that he was going to fuck me right there in 
front of the class!

I wanted to scream at him. But I guess it didn't matter 
now. Every boy in the class had probed my vagina with 
their fingers. Most of the girls had taken a close 
look. A sex toy was all that I was now. They didn't 
want to hear anything that I had to say. 

I started to rest my head on my arms as Jamal began 
pushing his cock into me but he slapped my ass and 
said, "I didn't say you could stop talking. These kids 
need to get an education!"

I struggled to recite my lesson as he fucked me hard. I 
grunted and groaned and my words were not even 
intelligible to me! The worst part though was when I 
started cumming. My voice rose and fell with each 
orgasm and my body was wracked with one right after the 
other as he fucked me violently. 

He finally came just before the bell rang and I was 
allowed to struggle back into my slutty clothes. He 
stood up and put his pants back in order and ordered me 
to put my arms around his neck and kiss him and thank 
him for the great fuck. 

What the hell, it didn't really matter at this point. I 
obeyed as the kids stood up and started filing slowly 
out of the class. Just before he left Jamal said, 
"Don't wipe that up. I'm curious just how far down your 
thighs that shit will get before it stops on its own."

I obeyed him of course. I don't know why. Now that I 
think about it, I can't remember him every threatening 
me. He just started doing things to me and I let him, 
and telling me what to do, and I obeyed! I couldn't 
think of a single threat that he had made that was any 
more serious than losing more buttons.

The next two classes were embarrassing, but 
unremarkable. I wasn't raped, I kept my clothes on. I 
was ignored by my students for the most part. I stayed 
near my desk. I didn't dare move around the room. It 
wasn't just that I reeked of cum, although that was one 
of two main reasons. It was also that I knew that if I 
started walking among the students I would be groped 
freely. Mainly though it was because there was cum 
running down my thigh and the smell was obvious. It 
actually wasn't that much. I doubt if it was visible. 
It was only a tablespoon or two. It was enough that I 
smelled it all morning.

I took a deep breath and relaxed when my lunch period 
started. I hadn't brought a lunch, but I was finally 
able to sit at my desk and just relax for an hour. 
Well, most of an hour. Mr. Wigfall came in to see how I 
was doing and to ask if I had had car trouble last 
night. He had seen my car in the parking lot when he 
had gone home but when he checked my door was locked.

I had just managed to sweep my blue panties off of the 
middle of my desk as he came in. I told him that I had 
gone for a walk before I went home to familiarize 
myself with the area.

I saw him sniffing, as if he could smell a familiar 
odor, but he wasn't sure. I saw him shrug mentally and 
he said, "You need to be careful around here Miss 
Wilson. Don't take this the wrong way, but surviving in 
a part of town like this requires a bit of street 
smarts and I don't think that you are ready for that 
yet. You would be well advised to take your car from 
now on and avoid this part of town. God knows I do!"

I smiled at him and thanked him for his advice. He 
paused to sniff the air again, and then he left. As 
soon as he shut the door I spread the panties back out 
in the middle of my desk.

Shortly after he left Jamal came in. He left the door 
wide open and ordered me to stand up. He looked to see 
if his cum was visible and seemed disappointed that it 
wasn't. He shrugged and said, "Okay, you can clean up 
now. You stink again. You need to start taking better 
care of yourself Alice!"

Smart ass!

I had just enough time to lock my door and use some 
moist towelettes to clean my thighs and my smooth, 
hairless crotch before the next class.

I sat at my desk and watched the kids entering the room 
and going to their seats. I took attendance. It was 
getting easier. I was starting to recognize many of 
them. I guess the novelty of my underwear being 
prominently displayed on my desk was wearing off. I 
didn't even hear any comments about it. 

I stood up and taught my class. No, that isn't right. I 
stood up and said the things that I was supposed to 
say. No one was listening, as usual. I wondered what 
Mr. Wigfall was going to say when the results of the 
tests started coming back and no one in my class could 
do much more than write their own name. The sad thing 
is I really think that if they would give me a chance I 
could teach them. I was never going to get that chance 
in this school though.

And then it was time for my last class. It was Tyrell's 
turn to play with me. He came in and looked around and 
saw that everyone was here so he closed and locked the 
door. I didn't need any more warning than that.

Tyrell went to his seat and he called out to me over 
the normal bedlam.

"Alice!"

As soon as he spoke the entire class got quiet and 
began to pay attention.

I took a breath and in a quivering voice I asked, 
"What?"

Tyrell smiled and said, "Jamal told me about your 
morning class. I think they learned a lot more in that 
class then we have learned in this one. I don't think 
that's fair. So why don't you give us the same lesson 
that you gave his class."

Everyone was staring at me. I wondered for just a 
second what would happen if I refused. I should have. I 
will never be able to explain why I didn't.

Instead I stood in front of the class and removed my 
blouse and skirt again and moved to the first student 
in the first desk to my right. There was a brief flurry 
of whispered conversation. It died down quickly and 
everyone was silent as I stood in front of the first 
boy and he began to explore my body. 

It took me a little longer to get around the class this 
time. I guess that word was spreading about me. They 
took their time and explored my body in depth. It 
wasn't just my pussy this time. My breasts were 
squeezed and pulled as if they were trying to milk me. 
My nipples were twisted and on occasion it seemed like 
one of them was trying to pick me right up off the 
floor by my nipples!

This time no one brought me to orgasm. Not until I got 
to the center of the room. Not until I came to Tyrell. 
He probed my pussy and then he used his thumb to tease 
my clit and after all of the abuse that had been heaped 
on me in the last twenty minutes or so I was surprised 
at how quickly I reached orgasm. 

My loud orgasm brought an even louder response from the 
kids. As I circulated around the room it happened twice 
more at the hands of two different boys. Each time the 
audience found it just as amusing.

When I had given everyone an opportunity to examine and 
grope my body Tyrell called me over and ordered me to 
my knees and forced me to suck his cock right there in 
the middle of the class with everyone watching and 
laughing and joking. I hated it, but I wasn't even 
surprised when he demanded it of me.

Tyrell finished up and ordered me to get dressed. I was 
still getting my clothes on when the bell rang and 
everyone left. It was Friday afternoon and they all 
seemed to be in a bigger hurry than usual to get out.

Everyone was finally gone, even Tyrell. I grabbed my 
purse and my attendance records and rushed out before 
Jamal or anyone else could trap me in my room. I 
dropped off the records and rushed out to the parking 
lot. I didn't see anyone standing around my car and 
really thought that I was going to make it. I guess 
it's that blonde thing again!

I got to my car undisturbed and dug my keys out of my 
purse. I bent down to put my key in the lock and before 
I could my door was pushed open. I screamed, startled, 
and then I saw Jamal waiting for me in the passenger 
seat.

He smiled and said, "Get in bitch."

I took a couple of deep breaths and waited for my heart 
beat to return to normal, or as near to normal as it 
was going to get when I was around that monster, Jamal. 
When I could breathe again I got in the car and waited 
for him to tell me what he wanted. 

It was even worse than I thought. He ordered me to 
start the car and he started giving me directions. We 
didn't go far. It was only about half a mile. He 
directed me to a neat, well maintained house on a 
residential street and ordered me to park against the 
curb. 

I pulled over and parked and looked at him, hoping for 
an explanation but he just said, "Get out."

I got out and locked my car and followed him inside. As 
soon as the door had closed behind us he said, "I don't 
think you need those clothes any more for a while. Take 
them off."

Jamal sat down in the living room as I was getting my 
clothes off and soon I was kneeling between his legs 
sucking his cock.

I spent the next fifteen minutes or so sucking his 
cock. Not long after I had finished his friends started 
showing up and I was kept busy answering the door. Once 
everyone had arrived I was pushed to my knees and for 
the next hour or so I was kept busy taking them two at 
a time until none of them could get it up any more. 

I was only half way finished satisfying the boys when 
the door opened and Shanaya came in with a couple of 
girls I hadn't seen before. They sat down and watched 
as I satisfied the boys. I was humiliated enough to be 
a sex slave for eight black boys. To be used like this 
in front of three girls made it so much worse. 
Especially since one of them was a student of mine.

I ignored their cruel comments and concentrated on 
sucking the cocks that were presented to my lips. The 
cocks that were violating my pussy took care of 
themselves, pretty much. At least they didn't require 
any effort on my part.

After all of the boys had been satisfied Jamal turned 
to Shanaya and said, "Okay, we're done for now."

Shanaya said, "I ain't going to touch her skanky ass 
like that. Shit! Clean the bitch up Jamal!"

There was a lot of laughter as Jamal pulled me to my 
feet and led me to a bathroom and ordered me to take a 
shower. He handed me a clean towel and left the room.

I took a long, hot shower. It took longer than usual 
because I spent so long leaning against the shower wall 
and crying. I couldn't believe what my life had become. 
I tried desperately not to think of what they had 
planned for me when I went back out there. I had been 
given to Shanaya. What for? Did those girls want me to 
satisfy them too? Oh god, I hoped not. That was even 
more disgusting that what I was doing now!

I was still standing under the hot water when the 
bathroom door opened and Tyrell came in. He opened the 
shower curtain far enough to look inside and in a very 
pleasant voice, with a deceptively friendly smile on 
his face he said, "If you don't get your ass back out 
there in the next couple of minutes you just might be 
sorry."

I shut the water off and dried myself and went back out 
to the living room. Shanaya stood up when I came in and 
met me in the middle of the room. She looked at my tits 
for a second and then turned to Jamal and said, "Yeah, 
I'm pretty sure I can do it."

Shanaya moved away and four of Jamal's friends got up 
and walked over to me. They picked me up and placed me 
on my back on the coffee table. They held me down, 
their hands firmly gripping my arms and legs. 

Shanaya came over and dropped to her knees beside me 
and started teasing my nipples. She smiled at me and 
said, "Guess what Miss Wilson? We are both going to 
have a new experience here. I'm going to pierce your 
nipples. Jamal wants rings in them."

I screamed, "No! No, please! I don't want that. Oh god! 
Let me go." I was thrashing about, trying to pull my 
arms and legs free. The boys holding me down hardly 
seemed to notice. The two boys holding my legs had 
started holding me with one hand and they were both 
playing with my pussy with the other. I was much too 
terrified to be in any danger of becoming aroused.

Shanaya said, "It's okay Miss Wilson. I've pierced ears 
before. I'm not a total idiot! I got the stuff from my 
cousin. He works at a tattoo place and he told me what 
to do. It sounds pretty easy."

I turned my head until I could see Jamal and I begged 
him to stop this. I promised that I would do anything 
if he would just not do this.

He laughed and said, "Stupid cunt! You'll do anything I 
tell you to now!"

I started crying again and I pleaded again with Shanaya 
not to do this. Everyone seemed to be enjoying my 
response. I noticed that this time there were two 
cameras recording my suffering. I didn't even care 
about that. I was terrified. I had seen pictures of 
women with pierced nipples and I had thought that they 
looked positively disgusting. Not to mention how 
painful it must be. The whole concept turned my 
stomach. I would never have had it done voluntarily.

Shanaya ignored me as she opened up a large paper bag 
and reached in and started pulling things out and 
sitting them on a small hassock that she had pulled 
over. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves and swabbed 
my nipples with alcohol. I couldn't look any more. I 
was hyperventilating and I was sure that I was going to 
pass out.

I leaned my head back down on the table and closed my 
eyes while she pinched and pulled at my nipples. The 
boys were joking with her, lesbian jokes. They were 
kidding with her about playing around with my tits. She 
just ignored them and continued until my nipples were 
finally erect. She took her hands away for a moment and 
I felt something clamp down on my right nipple and then 
a horrible pain as she stabbed my nipple with a needle. 

I screamed and tried again to get free. It did no good. 
The boys holding my arms didn't waver, the boys holding 
my legs were forced to stop playing with my pussy and 
get a better grip, but I was never in any danger of 
getting free.

Shanaya inserted the ring in my nipple and swabbed it 
down with alcohol again. When the alcohol entered the 
wound I screamed again. This was all pretty amusing to 
everyone but me.

Shanaya moved around to the other side and I felt the 
process start again. I didn't struggle any more. I had 
quit begging and pleading. Now I just cried quietly and 
waited for it to be over. Shanaya patted my cheek and 
said sarcastically, "Oh, poor baby." Other than that 
she ignored my suffering and continued to amuse her 
audience by piercing my left nipple.

I screamed again when the needle pierced me, and I 
groaned in pain while she inserted the ring. I hadn't 
seen them yet. I didn't have the nerve to open my eyes. 
They felt like very large rings.

I heard her picking up her things and moving and I 
thought that she was done torturing me. Much to my 
dismay, however, she was just changing her position. I 
felt her hands as she began to stimulate my clitoris 
and I just cried harder when I realized what was yet to 
come.

She ignored the jokes from the guys as she toyed with 
my clit. Her only comment was, "I have never seen one 
of these things up close before. I don't know what you 
guys see in them. It looks pretty ugly to me!"

Then there was a pause and it started again. The 
alcohol, the clamp, the ring, I screamed again, but I 
was exhausted by this time and there wasn't any fight 
left in me. 

When she was finished and she had put her things away I 
was pulled to my feet and I finally looked down at my 
new jewelry. My impression had been right. The rings 
were not even close to being discreet. They were thick 
and as big around as half dollars. They were heavy too 
and I was very much aware of them as I moved. 

As soon as I saw them I collapsed to the floor and 
covered my face in my hands and cried hysterically. I 
didn't expect sympathy and I didn't get it. Instead I 
got more close-ups from the two boys with cameras and a 
lot of laughter.

They ignored me for a while and finally the tears began 
to fade. Jamal got up and walked over to me and nudged 
me with his foot. I looked up and he ordered me to my 
feet. He looked at my new rings and it was obvious what 
he thought. 

He said, "Those rings are just what you needed Alice. I 
think they look beautiful. They are much too sexy to 
keep hidden so Shanaya and her friends bought you 
something to go with them."

The girls who had come in with Shanaya got up and came 
over and handed me a couple of large paper bags. They 
were full of clothes!

Jamal said, "They went to Goodwill and did a little 
shopping last night. Go ahead and try everything on. We 
want to make sure it all fits."

I started pulling clothes out of the bags. They were 
all variations of the same two items of clothing. There 
were a half a dozen sheer blouses and a half a dozen 
micro miniskirts. I was going to look even more like a 
prostitute than I already did!

I put on one of the skirts and even pushed low on my 
hips it just barely covered my ass. They all fit the 
same way.

I was reluctant to try on the blouses over my very 
tender nipples but the cameras were rolling and Jamal 
was waiting. I put them on, one after the other. They 
were different colors, but they all looked the same, 
nearly invisible. My breasts and my oversized nipple 
rings were obvious. 

I was sure that it was their intention that I wear 
these things to school. I just didn't think it possible 
that Mr. Wigfall would permit it. I even saw a glimmer 
of hope here. Once he saw me in one of these outfits 
something would have to give. This could actually work 
to my advantage.

The girls finally left and the boys started leaving one 
or two at a time. As each boy left I was tasked with 
sucking them off one last time. It took me about an 
hour to get them all out the door.

When it was just me and Jamal I told him that I had to 
go to the clinic and get on the pill. I also told him 
that my period was due to start in the next day or two. 
He just shrugged. Those things were my problems. He 
didn't care. 

I asked him for some Tylenol and a glass of water and 
he told me where to find them. I went to the medicine 
cabinet and got three Tylenol capsules and went to the 
kitchen for some water. 

After I took the pills Jamal ordered me to make supper. 
I asked him what he wanted me to make. We went into the 
kitchen and he looked through the refrigerator. I ended 
up making a meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I was pretty 
sure that Jamal didn't live alone here. He was, after 
all, just a freshman in high school. I was wondering 
where his parents were, but I was afraid to ask him any 
questions.

I got my answer soon enough though. Just before the 
meatloaf was ready a man came in and Jamal greeted him 
and introduced me. He said, "Dad, this is Alice Wilson, 
my new English teacher. Is she as hot as I told you or 
what?"

So this was Jamal's father! I could tell by the look on 
his face that he was not upset about his son having sex 
with a teacher and he was not going to come to my 
rescue. Nor was he surprised to find me naked in his 
house.

I served dinner and I was even made to set a place for 
myself at the table. I was too upset to eat though. I 
just picked at my food while they ate and discussed my 
new life as a sex slave, my body and its new 
decorations, and finally, how exciting it was going to 
be when Jamal's father fucked me in the ass for the 
first time. Just normal dinner conversation.

After they ate I cleaned up the table and did the 
dishes while they sat and watched and became aroused at 
the sight of my naked body moving around the kitchen. 
Once I was finished with the dishes Jamal's father, 
stood up and took my arm and led me into the living 
room. He ordered me to stand still and he left the room 
and came back with a tube of lubricant. He pushed me to 
my knees and stood in front of me and undressed and 
then he touched his cock to my lips and said, "How 
about a little foreplay Miss Wilson?"

I opened my mouth and sucked his already hard cock for 
a few minutes. I was relieved that it was a normal 
sized penis. You hear all these stories about how black 
guys all have these monster cocks, but so far all the 
ones that I had seen were pretty normal. A couple were 
large, but not scary large. 

After I had been sucking for a few minutes he stopped 
me and said, "We can do some more of that later Miss 
Wilson." I hated the way these people could make "Miss 
Wilson" sound like an insult.

He pulled me to my feet and positioned me with my knees 
on the couch. My knees were on the front edge of the 
cushion and I was leaning over with my arms on the back 
of the couch. He stood behind me and I felt his finger, 
covered with cold, greasy lubricant, as he slowly 
worked it into my ass. 

He was fairly gentle and it wasn't so bad. He worked it 
in and out of me for a minute or so and then pulled it 
out. I thought that was it but instead I felt his 
fingers, two of them this time, entering and stretching 
me even more. 

I was still scared, but I had to admit that so far it 
wasn't so bad. He repeated the process with three 
fingers and it was kind of uncomfortable, but I was 
starting to think that I would be able to handle it 
when he finally put his cock in me. I was about to find 
out.

He pulled his fingers free and there was a pause while 
he greased his cock with the lubricant. Then I felt the 
head of it pressing against my ass. I got scared again 
and I started hyperventilating. He slapped my ass and 
said, "Relax you stupid cunt! If you tense up it will 
hurt worse. Just breathe normally and when I start 
pushing you try pushing out with your muscles and it 
won't be so bad. Or, you can keep doing what you are 
doing and it will hurt. I don't give a shit either 
way."

I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to do what he 
said. I felt the head of his cock push into me and I 
groaned in pain. It wasn't so bad though. It wasn't 
pleasant, but it was bearable. 

He took his time and slowly pushed his seven inch cock 
inside of me and then he held me with the cheeks of my 
ass tight against his stomach and just stood still and 
enjoyed the moment. He made a few complimentary 
comments to Jamal about how hot and tight my ass was 
and then he started slowly fucking me. 

I was getting used to that large cock in my ass and I 
guess the stretching with his fingers had really helped 
because it really wasn't so bad. I wasn't going to cum 
from this. But most of the time I didn't cum from being 
fucked in the pussy either. 

As he started speeding up I became aware of the large, 
heavy rings in my nipples and the fold of skin over my 
clit as they started moving in time to his thrusts. 
They still hurt, but it was actually starting to feel 
pretty damned good! If he had lasted much longer I was 
afraid that I was going to have an orgasm.

He didn't though. He grabbed my hips even harder, so 
hard that it hurt, and he began to thrust violently 
into my ass and in another minute he pressed his hips 
against me and swore loudly and his cock began spewing 
it's slimy cum inside of me. His orgasm seemed to last 
for a long time, longer than I was used to. But finally 
it was over and he pulled his soft cock free and after 
covering the seat cushion with his t-shirt he sat in 
his easy chair, breathing hard.

He smiled at Jamal and said, "Jesus kid! You sure can 
pick 'em! That's about the best fuck I've ever had. You 
sure are a lucky bastard. How did you know she would 
just go along with all this shit?"

Jamal smiled that evil smile and said, "Shit pop, you 
should have seen her face that first day. She was 
scared shitless! She went all the way through college 
and got an education, but she's too fucking stupid to 
say no! Besides, I think she likes it. You ought to see 
how wet her pussy gets when I make her strip in class. 
That shit just runs right down her legs. All this time 
the bitch was a slut and she didn't even know it."

They were talking about me like I wasn't even here. I 
thought about what Jamal said about me. Could I have 
just said no? There was never a threat. Well, no, that 
isn't right. The first two times I did resist. The 
first two times when they just surrounded me and felt 
me up and kissed me I had struggled weakly. I had asked 
them to leave me alone. I had never actually fought 
them though. I never screamed. I never reported them. 
Now it was too late.

They were talking about me and watching me as I stood 
between them with my ass cheeks pressed together to 
keep from leaking. I told Jamal that I needed to clean 
up but he told me to wait. He wanted to try out my ass 
first.

He ordered me back onto the couch and I positioned 
myself the way his father had placed me earlier. There 
was no stretching or anything this time. Jamal walked 
up behind me and started forcing his cock into my ass. 

As soon as it was in me he started fucking me hard. It 
hurt a little at first, but no more than it had with 
his father. It started feeling better quicker too. I 
had much more trouble resisting the pleasant sensations 
that I was getting from the rings as they swung in time 
to his forceful thrusts and their motion began to 
stimulate me.

By the time Jamal came in my ass I was gritting my 
teeth to keep from moaning in pleasure. I couldn't have 
stood it if he had realized how turned on I was 
getting. He stayed there with his cock buried in my ass 
until it went soft and then he pulled out and ordered 
me to go clean up again.

I rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and let 
their cum drain out of me. It took a while. There was a 
lot of it. Then I cleaned myself with a damp cloth and 
returned to the living room.

Jamal's father ordered me to kneel between his legs and 
suck his cock. I almost gagged just from looking at his 
cock. It was covered with grease, the residue of the 
lubricant that he had used. It also had traces of his 
cum on it and god knows what else. 

I asked him if I could clean his cock first and he 
laughed and said, "Sure Miss Wilson. You can clean my 
cock first. Use your mouth."

I could see where Jamal got his charm from. 

I leaned down and took the old man's cock into my mouth 
and I guess it wasn't as bad as it looked. I didn't 
taste the thing I was afraid that I was going to taste. 
I sucked him clean and then I started sucking him off. 

He got hard again quickly and as I sucked him off he 
started talking to me. He said, "My wife died three 
years ago bitch. You are the first woman that I have 
had sex with since then. Of course she never let me 
fuck her ass. I've always wanted to try that. To be 
honest, I don't think it was worth all the effort. I 
guess from now on I'll probably fuck your cunt. When 
you aren't sucking me off that is. I do love a good 
blowjob."

He was done humiliating me then and he sat back and 
closed his eyes and soon his hips came up off of the 
cushion and he filled my mouth with hot cum. I 
swallowed quickly and he sent me to the kitchen to get 
him a beer while he and Jamal returned to talking about 
me as if I weren't there. They seemed to enjoy talking 
about the way that Jamal and his friends humiliated me 
in front of my classes. I learned that Jamal and Tyrell 
planned the things that they did to me when they got 
together at lunch time. It didn't come as a surprise.

There was one subject that they talked around the edges 
of. It seemed that they had one more surprise in store 
for me still. I gathered that it was going to be 
tonight because they kept checking their watches.

There were several stacks of DVDs near the television. 
Jamal informed me that they were the movies I had been 
making since I started working at the school. He told 
me that one of the stacks was for me and one for the 
guest that they were expecting any minute. He told me 
to go in and clean up again and rinse out my mouth so 
that I would be fresh for their guest.

I could tell by the way they seemed to anticipate what 
they knew my reaction would be when our guest arrived 
that it was going to be something bad. I went to the 
bathroom again and cleaned myself up a little more and 
rinsed out my mouth. 

I went back out to the living room and I just stood in 
the middle of the room until someone told me what to 
do. They ignored me for a few minutes, until the 
doorbell rang. They both looked at me and I didn't need 
to be told to go answer the door. 

I walked over to the front door and pulled it open and 
screamed. Standing at the door and smiling widely was 
Mr. Wigfall. 

He stared at me and said, "If I had not seen it myself 
I would never have believed it!"

I stepped back and he pushed me ahead of him as he 
stepped in and walked into the living room.

This was horrible. Not just because it was another man 
seeing me naked and about to have sex with me. Until 
this very second, in the back of my mind there had been 
the vague hope that Mr. Wigfall would somehow come to 
my rescue. He would find out what was happening and put 
a stop to it. Now I had no hope at all.

He came in and said hello to Jamal and his father, whom 
he called Steve. I soon learned from listening to the 
conversation that Steve was Mr. Wigfall's stepbrother. 
Jamal's father and Mr. Wigfall were stepbrothers! Fuck 
me!

Mr. Wigfall stood in front of me and toyed idly with my 
new piercings and said, "Miss Wilson, you are just as 
lovely as I knew that you would be. I must say that I 
had my reservations about these ugly rings, but now 
that I see them on you I kind of like them."

He knew! He knew everything! He knew that Jamal and his 
friends were raping me and undressing me in class! He 
had known that they were going to pierce me before they 
did it!

I was really screwed now. Jamal could do anything that 
he wanted to me and no one would say a thing about it.

The principal started undressing as he stared at me. He 
took his time. As he undressed he told me how much he 
had enjoyed hearing about my English classes from Jamal 
and Tyrell. By the end of the week he had been tempted 
to have me in his office. He was glad that he had 
waited though. Now he could take his time and really 
enjoy using me.

He was in pretty good shape for a man his age. His 
stomach was flat and he wasn't flabby at all. His cock 
was already hard and it was quite large. It was 
probably the biggest one yet.

Great! My whole body hurts and the guy with the biggest 
cock decides that it's his turn to rape me!

He pushed me to my knees and stood in front of me. That 
was all the direction that I needed at this point in my 
teaching career. I leaned forward and took his cock 
into my mouth and started sucking. 

I guess he had not been exaggerating. I had only been 
sucking for a few minutes when he grabbed my head and 
held on and filled my mouth with cum. I had learned 
that it was easier to swallow it if I waited until the 
guy was finished, but I couldn't do that with Mr. 
Wigfall. I had to swallow halfway through. There was 
just too much.

After I swallowed he pushed me away and sat down on the 
couch near Jamal's father. He called me over and 
ordered me to take him back into my mouth and make him 
hard again so that he could fuck me.

I wasn't looking forward to that. Even with the Tylenol 
my nipples and my clit were very sore. These bastards 
had me for an entire school year. You would have 
thought that they could wait a week or two after they 
jammed needles in all of my most sensitive body parts!

Before very long Mr. Wigfall was hard again and he bent 
me over the couch and fucked me from behind. I was at 
least grateful that he wasn't using the missionary 
position. 

As soon as he started my heavy new piercings started 
moving in time with his strokes and I couldn't help it, 
I started getting turned on. I tried to control it, but 
to my ultimate shame I came before he did. I didn't do 
it quietly either. Those damned piercings, even as 
painful as they were, were incredibly erotic.

Once I had satisfied Mr. Wigfall I was ordered back 
between Jamal's father's legs and I sucked him off 
again. As soon as I had swallowed his father's cum, 
Jamal tossed my blouse to me and ordered me to wipe my 
cunt. I obeyed, of course.

Then he told me to get dressed in one of my new 
outfits. As I pulled on one of new micro miniskirts and 
sheer blouses Mr. Wigfall said, "That is a very 
attractive outfit Miss Wilson. I think that you should 
wear nothing else from now on. However, I hear that you 
have been having trouble getting your students to pay 
attention to you in class. So I think we will try a 
little experiment. From now on I think you should teach 
all of your classes in the nude. Let's see if that 
doesn't get the attention of your class."

I felt a wave of fear wash over me as he said that. I 
was already teaching two of my classes in the nude. I 
pretty much had been for three days now and it wasn't 
getting any easier. Now it would be all five of them!

I looked at Mr. Wigfall in shock and he said, "Don't 
worry Miss Wilson. If there are any complaints I will 
handle them."

I stood for a moment longer and then I managed to 
stutter, "B-b-but…..all of those teenage boys! Mr. 
Wigfall! I won't be able to control them!"

He smiled and said, "I'm sure you'll work something out 
Miss Wilson. I tell you what. After classes are over on 
Monday you come and see me in my office. I can fuck you 
while you tell me all about it and we'll decide then if 
we should continue the experiment."

Jamal handed me the paper bags with my new outfits in 
them and said, "That's all for now. If we want you to 
come back this weekend we'll call you. Go home."

I looked around for my purse and found it in a chair 
near the door and I rushed out to my car. I had assumed 
that it was late so I was shocked when I went outside 
to see that it was just getting dark. I put the paper 
bags in the passenger seat and got in my car and 
quickly started it up and drove towards home. 

I didn't get all the way home though. I pulled over in 
the parking lot of a strip mall and cried for a long 
time. I felt very sorry for myself, but I had good 
reason to. It took me a while to pull myself together. 
When I was finally able to stop the flow of tears so 
that I could see to drive I drove the last couple of 
miles to my ugly little apartment. I parked and took my 
new clothes upstairs.

As soon as I dropped the bags I headed right for the 
whiskey. I poured myself a stiff drink and then I 
undressed. I am not the kind of person that sits around 
in the nude. Or at least I didn't used to be. But the 
touch of the clothing on my piercings was painful.

I undressed and went into the bathroom and stared at my 
disfigured body in the mirror for a long time. I went 
back out to the living room and sat down and sipped on 
my drink and stared at the blank screen on the TV.

I tried desperately not to think about anything. I 
couldn't help it though. I kept thinking about next 
week. I thought about how horrible it was going to be, 
undressing in front of my students and spending the day 
that way. They were really going to love these huge and 
incredibly unflattering rings. It isn't like they were 
discreet, feminine, sexy rings, if there is such a 
thing. These were large and gaudy and intended to 
humiliate me further.

I couldn't sit there any longer. I put my empty glass 
in the kitchen sink and went in and collapsed on my 
bed. I lay there in the dark for a while. I thought 
about all of the humiliating things that had happened 
to me today. I thought about all of the men and boys 
that had raped me today. Finally I was able to cry 
myself to sleep.

I slept late on Saturday morning and when I woke up and 
felt the sharp pains in my breasts and my vagina I 
didn't remember for the first few seconds what the 
problem was. Then it hit me and I felt that sinking 
feeling in my stomach return. 

I got up and took a shower and then I went to my lap 
top and looked up the proper care of fresh piercings on 
the internet. I wasn't hungry so I skipped breakfast 
and put on a loose top and a pair of shorts and walked 
up to the drugstore on the corner. It hurt to walk, but 
I figured that it would hurt worse to get in and out of 
my car.

I bought an antiseptic cream and some more Tylenol and 
the newspaper. I walked slowly back to my apartment and 
as soon as I got inside I undressed again and put the 
cream on the new holes in my body.

I took some Tylenol and sat down in my only comfortable 
chair and read the paper. I managed to finish the 
paper, but I couldn't concentrate when I tried to read 
my book. I turned the television on and just kept it on 
for background noise so that I wouldn't feel so alone. 

I sat in my chair staring at the nearest wall and 
wondering how I was going to get through an entire day 
of being nude in class. I knew that it wasn't just 
going to be a lot of standing around nude either. A lot 
of those boys were thugs. They were not going to sit at 
their desks and stare at a naked young white woman for 
an hour and then get up and leave when the bell rang. I 
was going to get raped. I was going to get raped a lot. 
I may be blonde. I may be dumb enough to have gotten 
into this mess. I am not so dumb that I didn't know 
what was going to happen in my classes on Monday.

The inane noise coming from the TV was starting to 
really irritate me. I stood up and looked at the time. 
It wasn't even one in the afternoon yet. I was bored to 
death. I had nowhere to go though, and even if I did I 
wouldn't feel like going there.

I shut the television off and went into my bedroom and 
curled up on my bed and cried some more. I ended up 
crying myself back to sleep. 

I woke up an hour later and went out and took some more 
Tylenol, and then I poured a drink. I was alarmed at 
how little whiskey was left in the bottle. On top of 
everything else those fucking juvenile delinquents were 
turning me into a drunk!

I sat in the living room and sipped my drink and stared 
at nothing for another hour or two.

Later that afternoon I nearly jumped out of my skin 
when the doorbell rang. No one ever came to visit me. I 
didn't have any friends around here and this was a poor 
neighborhood. People didn't do door to door sales in 
this area.

I thought about just ignoring it. I was pretty sure 
that I knew who it was though. I was sure that it was 
Jamal or some of his friends. I stood up and went to 
the door in the nude. I figured why bother to dress? 
Whoever it was would just make me take off whatever I 
put on as soon as I let them in. So I opened the door 
and as soon as I saw who it was I screamed and slammed 
the door. I stood there with my back to the door and 
just kept whispering, "Oh my god!" over and over. 

It was my father!

For a long time there was silence from the other side 
of the door. Finally I heard a knock. It was a very 
timid knock, and I heard my father's voice saying, 
"Sweetheart?"

He was speaking so softly I could hardly hear him. I 
was panicky. I couldn't think at first. Finally I said, 
"Just a minute daddy."

I went into the bedroom and got my robe and then I let 
him in. My mother was there too. I hadn't seen her when 
I opened the door. They both looked like they had seen 
a ghost.

I invited them in and I wondered just how much they had 
seen. I wondered if they had seen those god awful rings 
dangling from me.

We sat down at the kitchen table. My parents were 
looked around at my tiny, crappy apartment. They were 
shocked at the way I looked and the way I was living. 

For a long time no one said a word. At last my mother 
said, "We came to see what was wrong Alice. It looks 
like we should have come sooner. What the hell has 
happened to you?!"

I almost laughed out loud. I had never heard my prim 
and proper mother swear in my entire life.

I didn't know what to do. My first thought was that 
there was no way that I could tell them the things that 
had happened to me. Then I realized that this was my 
only chance to get out of this fucking mess!

So I talked. I told them everything. Well, nearly 
everything. I left out the dirty details. Long before I 
finished all three of us were crying. Once I got to the 
end of my horror tale my father said, "You should have 
called me. I'm sorry. If I had been a better father you 
would have been able to." He was quiet for a moment and 
then he said, "I need some details."

I sat at the table with my dad and told him names and 
dates and he wrote it all down. Then he went into my 
bedroom and started making phone calls on his cell 
phone. By the end of the day my father, the state's 
Attorney General, had managed to have Jamal, Tyrell and 
the other six boys arrested. They also picked up 
Jamal's father, Mr. Wigfall, the security guard and Mr. 
Cord, the History teacher. They are still looking for 
Shanaya but they expect to pick her up soon.

With my parent's help I packed up all my stuff in less 
than two hours and they drove me home. My dad is 
sending someone back to pick up my car. 

I can't wait until Monday morning. It is going to be 
embarrassing, but mom is taking me to see our family 
doctor and I am getting those rings taken out and he 
will inspect the wounds. 

I don't know what will happen next. I have been 
thinking about it pretty seriously and I don't think I 
want to be a teacher anymore.

The End

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To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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