TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 11 - frustrating lesbianism, female masturbation
Finally the last boy finished raping Susie's face, and rolled, exhausted,
to the side of the bed. Angie smiled her malevolent smirk once more.
"OK, Susie darling," she grinned. "It's your turn now."
Susie cringed. What on earth was left? Was there any other humiliation that
she had not already suffered?
And then Angie was kneeling beside her, caressing Susie's nipples with
her fingers and tongue, once more rousing in Susie the swelling of unbidden
passion that had been so frustratingly cut short each time. But this time,
Angie was more generous. She kept the gentle manipulations going far
longer than she had before, until Susie knew that she would go crazy if she
didn't come soon.
Caught up in the rising tide of passion, Susie made no objection when she
felt Angie's fingers at the waistband of her panties, felt the younger
girlstart to take off that one remaining garment. She eagerly raised her
hips, impatiently helping Angie to strip her.
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And then Angie's tongue was on her. Susie writhed in ecstasy, fully aware
that she was but seconds away from orgasm . . .
Suddenly, Angie was gone again. With a little cry of dismay, Susie opened
her eyes, saw that Angie was starting to put her clothes back on. "It's
just like you told us about T.S. Eliot, Teacher," she taunted. "Not with
a bang, but with a whimper. Only this time, the T.S. is for you. But you're
a big girl now -- I'm sure that you can figure out how to finish by yourself."
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They all walked out of the room, leaving Susie in the depths of frustration.
Without conscious volition, as if she were a passive spectator, Susie felt
her hands creeping under their own power to the tops of her thighs, her
fingers spreading the dripping lips of her cunt, thrusting deep inside.
One of her fingers found her clitoris, and started massaging gently.
She knew that what she was doing was sinful, against all the teachings of
her parents and her church, but there was no way she could possibly stop
now. Eyes clenched shut, she continued the blissful rubbing and probing
until everything exploded into an eruption of passion. She lay through
the aftershocks, trying to ignore the wave of guilt that was already spoiling
the experience for her. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.
And gave a small scream of dismay. They hadn't left the room at all, she
saw with sinking heart. As soon as she had closed her eyes, the whole
group had tiptoed back into the room, and witnessed her final degradation,
taking pictures of her in the throes of self-abuse.
They gave her a round of ironic applause.
"That schtick alone was worth the price of admission," Angie crooned.
"The kids at school are going to go ape when they see these pictures of
Teacher finger-fucking herself. We should make a tidy bit of change peddling
these pictures locally, even before we get around to releasing them for
national distribution."
"No!" Susie protested. She forgot about her nakedness and the ordeal of
humiliation she had gone through. "You can't show those pictures to
anybody! Please -- you promised that they were only for your own protection!"
"Sure," Angie chuckled. "And the best possible way to protect ourselves
would be to discredit you ahead of time. And you'll have to admit there
isn't any better way to discredit you than to circulate these pictures of
you masturbating. Right in your own bedroom -- with black sating sheets,
yet! And with cameras looking on.
"I guess the kids -- and the parents too -- never guessed how kinky their
sweet little teacher is. And you can just imagine what effect these
pictures will have on your hubby's business," she went on.
Susie's heart sank further. She had been too concerned about her own
reputation, she felt guiltily. She hadn't even stopped to realize
that she was betraying Jim at the same time.
Dimly, she realized that Angie was still speaking. "Of course, there is
one thing you could do . . ."
"Please . . ." Susie begged.
"That's the magic word, Susie-Floozie," Angie taunted. "If you do please
us enough, maybe we'll let you off the hook. For a while, at least."
Susie knew what was next, but she didn't have any choice. "I'll do what
you want," she mumbled, hanging her head in shame.
"OK, Sweetie, then it's a date. One week from today. And we'll expect you
to be real nice to us in school in the meantime. We'd like to make it
earlier," she added, "but we've got to choose a time when Jimmy boy is
sure to be away. And after all, we do have other girl friends to attend
to in the meantime.
"Oh, and one other thing." Angie opened her purse, took out a little
packet. "I don't know whether you're on the Pill or not, but we don't
want to take any chances. Here's a month's supply. I want you to start taking
them right away. Next week, there's going to be some real fucking."
While they put their clothes on, the youngsters made Susie stand there,
naked, with her hands clasped behind her, completely exposed to their
lecherous stares and their ribald remarks. And the caresses of their
rough hands. When they were finally ready to leave, Angie delivered her
parting shot.
"An old-fashioned girl like you might persuade herself that a little
promiscuous fucking is a fate worse than death, as they used to call it.
Well, maybe it is, and maybe it isn't. It's all in the way you look at
it.But remember, Honey, if you decide to commit suicide, or run away, or
something, there'll be absolutely nothing left to keep us from circulating
these pictures, regardless of what they might do to your precious husband's life.
"So I guess that's about it, Honeybunch. No -- wait a minute -- there is
one other little thing." She reached into her handbag, took out a bottle
of pills. "I can understand the excitement and the ecstasy of all this
Forbidden Passion might have left you a bit overwrought. And we don't
want you taking any hasty action in this condition. So you're going to
take this sleeping pill. You'll be amazed at the difference in your
outlook a good night's sleep will make."
Angie's hand went to Susie's breast, squeezing menacingly, cutting off
the older girl's protest before she could voice it. Reluctantly, Susie
swallowed the pill, washing it down with water that one of the boys had
brought from the bathroom. She sat dumbly as the feeling of drowsiness
started to overcome her, watching the group strip the black sheets from
the bed and replace them with Susie's own linen, saw them pack up the
camera and video equipment. Unprotesting, she let Angie and the boys
dress her in her own nightgown, dimly aware of the last-moment liberties that
they were taking with her body.
She was almost completely out as they headed for the door, barely hearing
Angie's parting shot: "So long, Teach, see you tomorrow. Don't do
anything I wouldn't do!"
