Message-ID: <8106eli$9802041402@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jaypee Subject: Tortured Teacher 7 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34D811E6.F22@KIVA.NET> TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 7 by Joy Paine Index words: trapped t# NOTE: with one exception, the characters in this story have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The exception is that I like to picture myself in the story, from time to time. The car hummed happily as Susie drove home, and she hummed right along with it. So a few minutes of help on both sides wasn't such a big deal, but at least it was a start. Now if she could only find some way through Angie's barrier of cynicism and resentment . . . She took the usual precautions as she drove out of town, making sure that no car was following her. Jim had often teased her about her timidity, but she still couldn't ever feel completely safe about living in that little house that Jim had built, way out there in the woods. He had humored her, though, and had made a veritable fortress of the house, fitting the doors with pick-proof locks, putting stout shutters in the windows. And best of all, he had installed a garage door opener, so she could drive in and close the doors behind her without getting out of the car. And, since the garage had a connecting door to the house, she felt completely safe, once the massive garage door fell shut behind her. And she loved the house itself -- a romantic hideaway, out of sight and sound of the neighbors, so that they could romp and cavort all they wanted, without disturbing a soul. Too bad, Susie thought wistfully, that she had grown up with the stern conviction that romping and cavorting were sinful. As a matter of habit, Susie made the rounds as soon as she walked into the house, making sure that the bolts were in place on the doors, and that the shutters were securely locked. Everything was in order, just as she had left it in the morning. But wait! There was a light on in the master bedroom. Susie gave a little cry of annoyance -- she must have forgotten to turn the light off when she had left that morning. As she climbed the stairs, Susie smiled as she recalled again the afternoon's "adventure". She walked into the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse on the way. What the deuce? Susie stopped short at the spectacle -- there was no other word for it -- that greeted her. The covers had been stripped from her bed, and the bed had been remade with black satin sheets, giving the room the appearance of sinful luxury. And a naked blonde woman was lying in the middle of the bed, while a man focused a video recorder on her. Surely, Susie thought, Jim wouldn't be so brazen as to bring a woman here, into their own bedroom! The blonde looked up and winked lasciviously as Susie stormed into the room. t# It was Angie! And she recognized the man who was operating the camera as one of her students. She whirled at a noise behind her, saw two more of her male students standing in the doorway. "What is this? How did you get in?" Susie sputtered. The cameraman laughed easily. "Simple as pie, Susie baby. When you gave Chuck the keys to your car at lunch time, he slipped your garage door opener to Angie, and she just set her own opener to the same code. Then Chuck delayed you after school so we could pop out and get things ready. Pretty sexy, hey?" He gestured proudly at the bed, and at its occupant. "We parked our car out of sight behind the garage, so it wouldn't scare you off." "Well, you can just take that car and get out of here right now!" Susie shouted. "Sorry, honey, but we just couldn't do that." The familiar tone of his address wad not lost on Susie. "After Chuck went to all that trouble to set things up for us, I guess the least we could do is wait for him to get here. I think that's his car now," he added. Susie strode over to the phone, picked up the instrument. Dead. Her "guests" laughed. "Don't worry, sweetie," one of the boys chuckled. "We didn't want you doing anything rash, like calling the police, so we disconnected your phone at the main terminal block. Nothing serious, just two screws. We'll fix it up again before we leave. After all, a couple of screws will take no time at all," he leered. This can't be happening, Susie told herself. It's a nightmare. Any minute now, I'll wake up and find that Jim is here in bed beside me. But in the meantime . . . "And what sort of childish games do you plan to play in my house?" she snarled. Again that irritating chuckle. "Well, actually, we thought of playing some rather adult games, darling. We think that you've been pretty rough on Angie over the past few weeks, and figured that it would only be fair for you to apologize. Not only in words, but with some actions," he snickered. "We figured it would be real nice of you to give Angie a blow job. For openers . . ." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |