Teacher bound for torture

CHAPTER FIVE

The next two days were ones of trial for Susan. Both Jack and Clint attended her class religiously, taking notes, even pretending to study during the latter part of the class.

Susan stood there, tapping her pencil nervously against her green desk pad. She felt as if they would stand up suddenly and point an accusing finger at her. She could just imagine how they would tell their stories – the amused stares on the faces of her other students, the shocked looks of her honor girls when they viewed those pictures of her roped and raped.

But nothing happened. Neither teen ever came up to her in class but more then once, however, Jack stared first at Jenny Mape, then at Susan. The message was clear. Neither Jack nor Clint had forgotten what they wanted from her.

On the third day Jack strolled up to her desk shortly after the bell had rung. The other students had all scrambled from behind their desks, rushing through the narrow doorway to the tiled corridor. Clint stood by the door while his buddy leaned against her desk. Susan trembled.

"You talk to Jenny?"

In fact she had, as much as she hated dragging the girl into this. Telling the pretty redhead that she had some early editions of several colonial historians in her house, Susan had managed to get the girl to agree to visit her. She felt awful but the thought of facing outraged school officials and parents had made her tremble at the alternative.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I spoke with her earlier. But please, don't make me do this," she whispered, looking nervously about.

"Clint and me was talkin'. We wanna be over there tomorrow night. We got lots planned for you and that little cunt. She ain't gonna be lookin' down her nose at us any more – not after we get through with her."

"Jenny isn't that type. Oh, you don't understand. She's just highly intelligent and acts…"

"Don't gimme that crap. She's a little Miss Shit-don't-stink. And we're gonna show her it does. Now just make sure the cunt's at your place by seven, okay, teach?"

To emphasize his point Jack gripped Susan by the hair, pulling the tightly wound bun back until she nearly screamed in pain.

"Yes, yes!"

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Susan watched her two students disappear through the door. How innocent they would look sitting there among the other students. If only the others would realize just what animals they were!

The day dragged by, becoming night, leaving Susan restless. She tossed and turned that evening, dreaming of the two teens and how they had fucked her so cruelty days before. Even in her sleep she could feel them pressing against her, beating her, fucking her.

The next day neither teen was in class. Susan trembled, wondering if they had had second thoughts about fucking her and the girl. But she doubted it.

School was madness for Susan. When three thirty roll around, she waved cheerily at Jenny, inviting her over.

"Oh, I'll be there, Miss Evans. I promise."

Susan drove home quickly, feeling oddly excited. It was as if she were getting ready for her first date. And yet she was getting ready to admit her sadistic students, offering up another pupil as a kind of sacrifice. The hours ticked by slowly. At six forty-five Jenny arrived, all bright-eyed and excited.

"We'll have some soft drinks. Then we'll get talking about that special project I told you of," Susan said, closing the door behind the perky redhead.

Susan eyed the clock nervously, glancing out the front window as she opened the refrigerator door. They moved to the living room, Jenny perched anxiously on the edge of the couch looking around with wide, interested eyes. Susan smiled wanly. She remembered the first time she had visited one of her teachers. It was like being admitted into some secret world.

"Here you are, Jenny."

"Oh, this is so exciting, Miss Evans. I mean, it's not every day a student gets some insight into what our teachers are doing!"

"That's true, Jenny."

They talked for a bit longer. Then Susan heard a car pulling up in front of her house. It was just a little past seven. Her heart skipped a beat. She looked at Jenny, then looked away.

"Is something wrong, Miss Evans?"

"No, nothing at all, Jenny. It's just that I haven't told you everything about me bringing you here," Susan began confessing until three sharp raps at the door cut her off.

"Who's that?" Jenny asked.

Susan refused to answer, putting down her tall glass and rising from the chair. Moving to the door, she saw two broad silhouettes through the lace curtains. Hesitating only for a moment, she gripped the brass knob and turned it, opening the door.

"She here?" Jack whispered to Susan, looking over her shoulder.

"Yes. But please, don't go through with this. Just go and come back. I'll send Jenny home, then you can come back and do what you want with me."

Jack leered. "Greedy, ain't cha? Get a little touch of cockmeat and you want it all to yourself. That's flattering. But we're here to give you both some fun."

"Miss Evans? Something wrong?"

"No, nothing."

"Get outta the way. It's about time I come in and introduce myself to the little slut."

Jack pushed Susan to one side, striding into the house with Clint following. Susan closed the door, one hand to her throat. There was a moment's pause. Then she heard Jenny cry out in horrified surprise.

"What… what are you doing here?"

Susan rushed into the room, stepping under the doorway. Jenny was still on the edge of the couch but her former light-hearted speech was gone. In its place was a horrified stare as she looked from Jack to Clint to Susan.

"Gonna fuck your brains out," Jack said simply, dropping one hand to his groin.

"What?" Jenny stared with horror at her teacher.

Susan could only lower her eyes.

"We're gonna fuck you till you can't walk. Then we're gonna fuck you again. It's gonna be lots of fun. But we ain't gonna do it here. We're gonna take you both somewhere where we can really enjoy ourselves."

"Miss Evans… what's going on?" Jenny cried out, close to tears.

"I'm sorry, Jenny, they made me do it," Susan confessed.

"Made? That's a laugh. We been fuckin' her for a while and man, she can't get enough cockmeat in her. Got a feelin' you're gonna be the same way – once you get down from that pedestal you been on all your fuckin' life."

"Oh no, no, this can't be happening! It just can't!" Jenny said, clutching the back of the sofa nervously. She stared wildly up at Susan once more, then drew back into the soft pillows. She still shook her head from side to side, her pretty face clearly revealing the disgust and revulsion she felt.

"Maybe we oughtta make 'er suck cock. That calms 'em down real fast, suckin' cock."

"No, no, stop it!" Jenny clapped her hands over her ears, kicking both legs out in front of her when Jack moved to her. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"

"Shaddup!"

"Don't hurt her, for God's sake!" Susan wailed. "Uhhhhhh!"

Clint pushed out one foot as Susan tried running for her student. Susan tripped, falling flat on her face. Her forehead grazed against the coffee table, the blow temporarily stunning her. She lay on the floor, half-hearing Jenny's wild cries as Jack pulled her from the couch and spun her around until she was standing against the fireplace. Turning, Susan saw through her curtaining blonde hair the red, frightened face of Jenny Mape.

"Now you're gonna get fucked real good. You ever been fucked, baby?"

"No, no, oh God, you're disgusting!" the girl shrieked.

Jenny clenched her fists, pounding them wildly against Jack. The big stud only laughed, pushing her hands down, then drawing back his right fist.

"Don't!" Susan screamed.

It was too late. She watched in horror as Jack crashed his fist into Jenny's face. The girl's screams quickly turned to a cry of agony. Another blow across the back of the head brought Jenny to the floor. She slumped onto the carpeting, her hands stretching protectively in front of her. Jack kneed her chin, knocking her head against the front edge of the fireplace.

"Uhhh, no, no."

With that Jenny slumped unconscious to the floor.

"Rope 'em up. Then we'll take 'em down to the garage," Jack said.

"Garage?" Susan whimpered.

"Just a place we fixed up. My old man rented it before he kicked over. My mom let us keep it, figurin' we were fixin' up our cars and all that shit. She don't know half of it!"

"But…"

"Get some more line. She's got plenty down in the basement," Jack said.

Susan continued to writhe on the floor, looking now and then at Jenny. The girl had begun to stir, moving her fingers against the carpeting. Jack noticed this and moved over to her. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her curly red hair, jerking her head up from the floor. Jenny grimaced, snapping into consciousness quickly from the pain. Jack lowered his face to hers, nearly spitting into it as he spoke.

"Take it, baby, take it all 'cause we ain't gonna be lettin' you go till we knock some of that high-and-mighty crap outta you."

"Owwwww… lemme go, lemme… uhhhhhh!"

Jack twisted his fingers around more, tearing strands of hair from her scalp. Jenny shouted, her body jerking up while her fingers curled and clawed at the offending hand. Jack let her fight for a moment, then drew one hand back arid slapped the girl hard across the jaw. The blow knocked Jenny back against the fireplace.

Taking advantage of her temporarily stunned condition, he jerked her skirt up to her waist, curling his fingers around her pink cotton panties and pulling, them down to her knees. Jenny weakly put her hands down to protest but Jack was far too strong and determined. He pushed her away from the wall, shoving her skirt up a little more while knocking her legs apart. In a second he had buried his face in her red cuntal thicket, growling like a dog that had just found a delicious bone.

Jenny's face slackened, her eyes rounding as her month opened. Jack was eating out the girl's cunt, burrowing his tongue into her virgin pussy, ticking deep into her cunt. Jenny screamed, scooting her naked ass over the fireplace bricks while flailing her fists against the stud.

"No, no, filthy… filthy, dirty thing! Stop it, stop!"

Her cries only excited Jack more. He licked down deep, scouring her slick, virgin cunt walls. At times he nibbled at the small cunt lips, his square front teeth producing sensations the teen had never dreamed of.

"No, no, oh God!"

Clint returned from the basement with plenty of line in one hand. He stopped at the doorway, grinning at Jack.

"Couldn't wait, eh?"

"Owwwwwwwww!"

Jenny screamed again. Jack had torn out several cunthairs with his teeth. The girl rolled her head from left to right, strands of her red hair clinging to her dampened cheeks. Susan could see Jenny still couldn't believe this was happening to her. Again she looked pleadingly at her teacher, searching for an answer.

"Rope 'em up and let's take 'em away through the back. Looks like nobody's home at the house next door. We're just gonna make sure you don't get any ideas."

Jack fished out what appeared to be a red latex ball from his leather jacket pocket. Susan stared at it, wrinkling her forehead in curiosity.

"Open up."

"What?"

"I said, open up! Gonna make sure you and the bitch over there don't talk or scream or nothin' when we haul you outta here."

Swearing under his breath, Jack reached down, pressing the fingers of both hands on either side of her jaw. Susan screamed with pain, her head feeling as if it were going to split apart. The woman felt something slipping between her teeth. That ball, that horrid ball! Jack jammed the thing into her mouth and when she tried pushing it out with her tongue, he slapped her across the face.

"Keep 'er there."

Taking a small piece of line Clint had brought from the cellar, Jack wrapped it around her head, affixing the ball in her mouth. Jenny was less fortunate. She had begun fighting Clint wildly, one of her legs kicking out. Slapping her twice, the stud finally tried to put a rubber ball in her mouth.

"Just jam somethin' in the bitch's mouth. We'll knock 'er around before she leaves so she won't cause too much trouble."

Fishing out a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket, Clint tried pushing it into the girl's mouth. Jenny screamed more loudly, growing wild at the prospect of being gagged. Clint swore, grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head around. He jerked her face forward, knocking it against his knees. Again and again he pounded the teen's nose and chin against his knee until Susan thought he would permanently disfigure Jenny.

"Uhfhfhfhhfhfffff!"

"Now lick them boots, bitch! Lick 'em!" Clint growled.

He still held her by the hair, pushing her head down, rubbing her lips against the tops of his black boots.

Jenny gagged, her hands braced to either side at her body. She tried moving away but Clint only kicked her against the skull, threatening to smash her head it she did anything crazy like try to escape.

"Uhhhhh!"

In the end he won, forcing her lips against the tops of his boots. Susan turned away, sickened by the sight. Jenny was gagging, coughing and sobbing, being forced to lick up and down around the tops of Clint's boots. Jack laughed, taking another segment of line and twisting it around Susan's wrists.

"She's learnin' fast," Jack commented wryly, cinching the rope more tightly around the woman's hands.

Susan grunted, the rough hemp slicing into her flesh. It was no worse, thank God, than the other night when they had strung her up from the rafters and beaten her.

"Come on, slut! Slick down them boots get that tongue workin' in the gutters."

Jenny coughed, turning her head and spitting out the vile mixture of spit and dirt. Clint ripped more strands from her scalp, drawing out more cries of pain and agony from the teen. He dragged her lips down the gutters, then turned his boot up so she would be forced to tongue his heels and soles.

"Ughghghhhhhh!"

Jenny had had enough. They had defeated her. Jack and Clint saw this and smiled, getting up and moving td the girl.

"The handkerchief oughtta be good enough for this one till we get 'em back to our place," Jack said, taking the teen by the shoulders and pushing her back.

Jenny had closed her eyes, tears oozing from under her long red lashes. Her cheeks were reddened by his blows. He brushed the foul smelling handkerchief against her dirt-smeared lips.

"Now open up and take it. We're gonna make sure you don't scream or nothin'."

Jenny opened her eyes, staring with raw hatred at her tormentors. Bur there was nothing, she could do. Her teacher had betrayed her and there would be no hope in escaping from these animals just yet. Obediently, Jenny did as she was told.

Jack grinned, balling up the handkerchief and shoving it past her front teeth. The girl gagged and swallowed, once more closing her eyes in shame and defeat.

"Get the tape."

Clint taped the rag in the girl's mouth while Jack cinched her wrists behind her in a double slipknot. No one said another word as the two teens hauled the bound women up to a standing position and forced them to march into the kitchen.