Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2000 07:31:12 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Attitude Adjustment Book 8

Attitude Adjustment Book VIII (Ff+/F, reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

Standard Disclaimer:  This is a work of erotic fiction.
It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go
away.  It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to
pass it around, feel free.  Just keep the header and text
as is and all will be well.  Enjoy the story.
Lcdrjmc


Attitude Adjustment Book VIII

*****

Carefully brought to climax almost to the point of
unconsciousness, an exhausted Laura Papadakis looked
timorously up with clouded eyes at the short absurd
figure of Bertha Wolf, now standing confidently between
her splayed legs.  Yet Laura saw that the stout Bertha
was ignoring her completely, as if the terrible woman
knew the dazed teacher was now totally at her disposal to
do with as she pleased.

"She'll be fine now," Bertha said to the clearly
embarrassed student counselor, who was quickly getting
dressed again behind her desk.  "You have a short fuse,
don't you?"

"I-I don't know what you mean," protested Marion Stratton
as she turned away to buttoned her blouse.

"Doesn't matter.  I've got some clothes for her from Mrs.
Manchester in the bag by the door."

"Yes, I'll see that she gets them."

"You have my card?"

"Yes" the counselor, now fully dressed, said as she
briskly brushed out her hair.  "I'll be sure to call you
if anything else happens with her."

"OK, then."

Bertha gave one last patronizing look at the prostrate
teacher sprawled out on the floor, then turned and
marched out of the room.

"Brrrr.  That woman gives me the willies," muttered
Marion.

Laura rolled over onto her front and attempted to slowly
push herself off of the floor.  She only had the strength
to make it to her hands and knees, where she rested on
all fours.  She looked to the counselor for help, but the
woman did nothing but watch the proud teacher in her
humiliating condition with an open look of cruel
satisfaction.

"Could you...help me up, please?" Laura said weakly through
her thick curtain of hair, ready to collapse on the floor
again at any moment.  She wondered what this woman, a
colleague, had against her.

Marion walked over and, reaching around Laura's supple
back, placed a hand on either side of the teacher's
prominent rib cage.

"Up we go!" Marion said cheerfully.  She cupped each of
Laura's dangling size-36 breasts in a massaging hand, and
began to pretend to lift her up.

"Hey," gasped a surprised Laura as she became aware of
the impudent hands on her naked globes.  "Don't do that."

"You want to get up, don't you?" asked Marion, working
the sensitive breasts in her eager hands while not really
helping the vulnerable teacher up at all!

"Oh!  Of course I do," Laura protested breathlessly as
the hands continued to ceaselessly work on her
defenseless flesh.

Her head was spinning more then ever as her breasts
swelled from the expert touch.  She could hardly think
any more.  When did the act of standing become so
complicated?

"Why...why are you doing this?" Laura panted as the
delightful sensations from her breasts traveled down to
her simmering crotch.

"You wanted my help didn't you?  Well?"  Marion had
stopped pretending to pull the vulnerable teacher up for
some time now, but left her kneading hands full of their
glorious load.  She knew that this was her true love's
rival.  Susan Jennings would be here today if it hadn't
been for this beautiful bitch taking her rightful place
at school, so anything Marion could do to make this
teacher's life just a little more difficult was fine with
her.  Besides, she was still feeling the delirious
effects of watching that strange Bertha Wolf so calmly
taking this delightful piece right in front of her. That
was so hot!  It had affected her so much she couldn't
wait until she was alone, she had to get herself off
right there in front of them.

"So what's the problem?" Marion asked as she licked the
back of Laura's neck.

Oh, God!  Laura was so confused.  Things kept happening
to her, keeping her off-balance.  She had no idea what
time or even what day it was any more.  She had given up
sex, yet she remained in this weird erotic cloud, her
body alive to the slightest sensations!  She was feeling
terribly weak from hunger, her body was exhausted from
all the strange events of the morning, yet all she could
think about was how this woman was touching her, and how
wonderful it was!

"Must you hold me...there?  I...aha!" Laura gasped as each of
her erect nipples were tightly squeezed and rolled by a
thumb and forefinger.  "Please don't.  I'm...I'm really
sensitive there."

"You mean here?" chuckled Marion as she gave the
tormented nipples full play, furiously twisting and
pulling them so much so that Laura's full breasts began
to be drawn away from her chest.

"OH!" exclaimed a suddenly gasping Laura.  "Oh, yes!
Very sensitive!"

"But how can I get you up off of the floor?" Marion asked
reasonably as she continued her heated assault on Laura's
diamond-hard nipples.  "You're so sensitive, honey.  I
have to hold you somewhere."

"Oh God!  Oh God!  Can't think.  Waist.  That's it!
That's it!"

"Yes?" inquired the counselor as she gave each of the
defenseless nubs an extra hard twist.

"AH!" Laura gasped helplessly.  "Hold me by my...by my
waist!"

"Ooh.  What an idea," purred a delighted Marion in
Laura's right ear.

She slid her hands slowly down the trembling sides of the
distraught teacher until she came to the deeply indented
waist above the flaring hips.

As she felt her helper's hands move over the sides of her
quivering buttocks, Laura could stand it no longer.  She
tried to push herself off of the floor and managed to get
only to her knees, where she precariously stayed upright
and reeling.  The blood rushed from her head because of
the sudden move and Laura felt darkness closing in.

"P-please help me.  I really feel faint...," moaned Laura
and she collapsed face down to the carpeted floor, her
buttocks still high in the air behind the unconscious
teacher.

"What an opportunity," chuckled Marion.

*****

Laura awoke, surprised to find herself fully dressed on
the couch in the well-lighted counselor's office.  It
took her a few minutes to remember hearing that the
dreaded Bertha Wolf had indeed brought clothes for her.
She sat up and checked herself out as she tried to
disregard Marion Stratton, who was watching her with keen
interest while seated behind her desk across the room
from her.

Everything was very form-fitting of course, but at least
she was dressed for once, in tight black leather hip-
huggers which sat very low on her hips (but brand new and
in the correct length!) and a New Berlin sweatshirt (in
red and black, school colors).  The leather pants were so
tight in fact that Laura wondered how she could properly
walk in them, but at least she was covered.  But the
white athletic socks and walking shoes she was now
wearing did fit properly, thank God!  After a discrete
check, she discovered she actually had on matching neon
pink panties and a bra as well!  What luxury!  She had
not been this fully covered in weeks!

Marion must have dressed her, of course, thought Laura.
That's probably why she's sitting behind her desk with
that weirdly superior, pussy-cat smile of hers.

Laura's entire body felt very tingly.  Everything was
incredibly sensitive, but especially her pussy.  The poor
thing was really twanging, but she believed that was
probably just from the after-effects of such a strange
day.  It was a good thing she had decided to give up sex
when she did and take charge of her life once again,
otherwise she might have gotten herself into some real
trouble.

"Feeling better?" Marion asked.

"Oh, yes. Much," replied a still-woozy Laura.  "Sorry for
passing out like that.  I haven't been eating very well
lately.  Thank you for helping me."

"It's nothing.  Ready for class?"

"Oh, my.  I know the office wants me to, but I really
don't feel up to it at all."

"Since you managed to sleep most of the day away, I
really don't see what you are complaining about."

"My gosh!" Laura cried as she quickly sat up.  "What time
is it?"

"According to your schedule, all you have remaining is
an early Human Relations-F class, and today's assembly."

"An assembly, for what?"

"Well, seeing as how we are in the middle of football
season, I would suspect it to be a pep-rally."

"But I haven't prepared for any of this!"

"Your assistant has been acting in your absence this
week.  Everything is all set-up and ready to go."

"My...my assistant?"

"You are still out of it, aren't you?  Little Missy
Manchester has been a remarkable bundle of activity this
week.  Truly amazing.  She did everything but write your
lesson plans and teach your classes for you since you
were out.  The girl was in here today while you were
resting and we had a nice long chat about you.  That
young lady may not say very much, but she can be very
expressive when she wants to be."

"Yes, I know.  Thank God for Missy!"

"Yes.  By the way, you had better get that tight ass of
yours to your next class, otherwise I do believe the
office has plans to fire you."

"What!" squeaked a stunned Laura.

No one had said anything to her about being fired!  Laura
suddenly had a terrible vision of her life's dreams lying
broken at her feet.  She jumped off of the couch and was
about to run for the door when she suddenly stopped.  She
felt the oddest sensation in her twitching crotch.  It
wasn't just the way the tight clothes were pressing so
deliciously against her tender sex and highly sensitive
skin.  It was as if there was something there, something
foreign buried deep inside her!

Laura turned her back to the counselor and moved to
unfasten her pants (it wasn't as if the woman had never
seen her undressed) when Marion spoke.

"You have about 5 minutes to get to your class before it
starts, otherwise you can probably start looking for a
new job!"

"Oh, God!" Laura gasped and, hobbling madly in her new
tight leather, flew out of the room and headed for the
school's basement and the special Human Resources-F
classroom.

*****

As Laura ran down the stairway and into the school's vast
basement, she found herself oddly missing her fuck-me
pumps.  Those shoes gave her such a sexy walk!

As she continued on her journey, Laura kept finding more
and more of those terrible fliers taped to the walls,
just like the one she had found outside Marion Stratton's
office.  By the time she reached the HR-F classroom, she
had quite a collection of them.  She just could not
understand how anyone in their right mind would allow
themselves to be displayed and then photographed like
that.  Just how foolish were these girls of today,
anyway?

Yet the more she looked at the poorly reproduced photo,
the more it intrigued her dazed mind.  What would it be
like, she wondered.  To have a girl at her mercy like
that, squirming helplessly while she took freely the
girl's precious secrets...!  It was obscene of course, and
terribly wrong, yet the very thought of doing it made her
heart pound!  How wonderful that would be!  How simply
wonderful!  And to be that poor girl...!

"My God," Laura gasped and stopped as she tightly pressed
her thighs together.  "My God."

She almost came then!  She didn't have time for this!
She must think about something else!  Laura shook her
head and continued her run.

In her dash to class and possible unemployment, the
frantic teacher ran past the school's empty cafeteria.
"Damn," she growled as her very empty stomach did the
same.  She had slept right through lunch!

Panting badly, a very dizzy Laura made it into the door
of the classroom just as the bell rang, so she supposed
she still had a job after all.  She dumped all the fliers
she had collected but one into the trash can by the door,
then proceeded down the sloping floor of the ex-cinema to
where her golden students had already gathered in their
seats.  Young Missy was seated at Laura's desk, looking
as if she belonged there.  When the class was over, she
planned to ask Missy if she knew the identity of this
idiot in the picture, so that the proper steps could be
taken against her.  Perhaps some personal counseling
would be in order?

Mr. Playfair had once told her she had some of the most
beautiful girls in the school, and Laura knew this to be
very true.  They had all turned in their seats at Missy's
wave to her and were looking coolly at Laura as she
approached them.  In spite of her terrible hunger and
still simmering body (she was very aware that the run
down here had done nothing to calm her), Laura tried to
collect herself together and walk as erect and as
steadily as possible as she went down to the front of the
class.  These girls, except for Joan and Missy, were the
elite of the school, and didn't they know it, though?

Jill Pender, The Ice Queen, was the champion swimmer with
the fair Scandinavian features who never stopped looking
at Fawn for approval.  Next to her was the golden Fawn
Jackson, the school's head cheerleader, with her fabulous
hard-body and year-around tan.  By her side was Christina
Lee Stuart, Student Council President.  Slender,
aristocratic, she was the best friend and hated rival of
Fawn.  Finally there was Ellen Garnett, editor of the
school paper, a haughty intellectual whose lovely, firm
flesh Laura had deliberately tasted right there on the
classroom floor, after she herself had been abused by
her.

Finally, there was Joan, the beautiful and incredibly
pristine St. Joan, sitting by Missy's empty chair off to
the side and away from the others in a row by themselves,
and looking nervous as usual from being in such high-
powered company without the close presence of her self-
appointed guardian, Missy.

Laura gave a quick glance around the familiar room and
felt some of her old confidence returning.  Finally she
was in the one place where she truly belonged, where she
was in control of what happened.  In a classroom,
especially this one, there was simply no way she could be
carried away by events.  No way at all!

As Laura proceeded to the front of the class, she noticed
a faint tingling sensation deep in her vagina.  Amazing!
She knew she was attracted to these sublime young
goddesses, but still!  It was truly astonishing how she
was starting to react.  Her pussy felt positively alive,
almost as if were being stimulated from within, but she
knew that to be impossible.

That's what happens when you think of these girls as
possible sex partners instead of students entrusted into
your care, she told herself.  She had to regain control
of her run-a-way life, and if that required the painful
necessity of giving up sex, then so be it.

Laura remembered what Missy had done to her when she was
with her here before.  My God!  Laura had been almost out
of her mind with excitement by the time the other
students had arrived!  Missy had gotten her so worked up
all she wanted to do then was have her students all naked
and sweaty.  Right then!  Well!  She was the one in
control now.  There was certainly no way that Missy could
get her so turned on this time, the little imp!  These
hip-huggers she was wearing might be ridiculously low on
her waist, but they were so tight Laura felt like she was
in a suit of armor.  Talk about protection!  There was
not a chance for even Missy to get to her in these,
especially in a classroom with students right next to
them!

But the faint yet insistent tingle coming from her loins
continued to remind the dazed teacher just how she
actually felt, in spite of her new resolve to the
contrary.  Her nipples grew erect and Laura prayed that
they wouldn't show through her thin bra and sweatshirt.
Her strangely itching sex grew heavy with her secretions,
and Laura prayed again, this time that that her new
panties would not betray her in front of her precious
students.

As she approached the front of the room, Laura watched
Missy stand up and press a button on the wall behind the
desk.  The bottom of a vast movie screen which almost
covered the entire wall began to slowly descend.

"Thank God!" Laura whispered as the teen walked towards
her.  Missy must have scheduled a movie for today.  Now
all Laura had to do was just hide in the dark until it
was over.  "I love that girl!"

Missy met the teacher in front of the desk, silently
handed her a 3x5 card, then went to her seat.  Laura
noticed that the girl was carrying two small remote
control devices and wondered about their purpose.

Laura looked down at the card and stiffened in surprise.

AV PRESENTATION:  HISTORY OF FASHION
SEE ME AFTER START FOR SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS.
M

'Special instructions?'  Now what on earth was that all
about?

"Good afternoon, everyone!"  Laura said as cheerfully as
she could.  Of course, only St. Joan gave her an
answering smile.

"I understand that Missy Manchester has a special treat
for us today, a audio-visual presentation about the
history of women's fashion."

"Jesus!" snapped an outraged Fawn.  "What could that
little twerp know about fashion?  She dresses like a bag-
lady!"

"Yes!  Like a bag-lady!" echoed Jill Pender as she kept
her love-starved eyes on Fawn.

"How would you know, Fawn?" said Christina Lee.  "You've
been wearing that same stupid cheerleader thing to school
ever since you made the squad, and that was four years
ago!"

As the girls continued their obviously long running
argument, the weird sensations in Laura's vagina suddenly
grew to overwhelming proportions.  Stunned, she slumped
back with her rump pressed against her desk.  She bit her
lower lip in a frantic attempt to keep from crying out.
She pressed her thighs together tightly as her need for a
climax grew and grew.  Thankfully, the sensations faded
back to their former levels as quickly as they had grown,
but, devastated, it was some time before she was able to
focus on what was happening in the class.

"My God!" she breathed when she had recovered enough to
be able to think again.  "What the hell was that?"

The argument between Fawn and Christina Lee as usual was
still going strong and Laura knew that only her
intervention would silence these two incredible self-
absorbed young women.

Fawn snapped, "I've told you before to lay off about
that.  It's required."

"No, it's not," laughed Christina Lee.

"Well, it should be!"

"Ha!"

"O-OK, girls," wearily said Laura as she prayed for her
agitated sex to calm down.  "Enough.  You can see that
what we wear is important.  It is not just a question of
who dresses the best, or has the most expensive clothes."

Christina Lee simpered at that and started to primp her
already perfect hair.  It was obvious they were now
talking about her, Christina Lee was sure of that.  Her
wardrobe was second to none.

"Down, girl," cautioned Ellen to her super-egoed friend.

"It can even define us as human beings," continued Laura.
"Who we are, or possibly who we hope to be.  All right,
Missy.  You may begin."

Missy clicked one of her remotes and the lights
immediately died.  A second click and a light came on in
the old projection room, while the screen behind Laura
became filled with a pattern of dazzling colors.
Realizing she was in the way, Laura walked to side of the
room and went to stand by Missy who was still seated with
Joan in their own private row.

*****

To the quiet beginnings of Ravel's Bolero, the
presentation began.  A blur of colors on the screen
focused to become: THE HISTORY OF FASHION, A D-M
PRODUCTION.

The first image was that of a very statuesque brunette
wearing an animal-skin bikini which had been taken from a
movie made in the 1960's.  The caption underneath read
"In the beginning..." and everyone laughed.

Like her students, Laura soon found her attention being
drawn to the slides like a moth to a candle's flame.
Using images of paintings, photographs, magazine ads,
statues, mannequins, and from various films both old and
new, Missy had put together a rather nicely-done
collection of what women had been wearing since the dawn
of time.  What Laura found truly amazing was how erotic
the presentation was proving to be.  The women on the
screen were frequently portrayed in various states of
undress, either alone or only in the company of other
women.  As the presentation moved to more contemporary
times, the women on the screen appeared ever younger,
until finally they could not have been much older then
the students who were watching them so intently.

The images become increasingly erotic, and Laura was
surprised to find herself reacting more and more to them.
She was becoming quite warm in the ex-cinema and longed
for the opportunity to get out of her tight leather and
now confining underwear.  The strange faint humming
sensation in her over-heated sex which kept returning was
really starting to get to her.  She wondered, perplexed
about what could be causing it, but she did not have a
clue.  Missy's roving hand on her buttocks as she stood
beside the freshman's desk didn't help her thinking
either!  The teacher could only pray that Joan, sitting
on Missy's left, would not notice in the darkness what
was going on.  She knew that she should really leave for
a few moments, to find some peace in the nearest lavatory
and cool off a little, but the presentation was proving
to be remarkably hypnotic, and Laura was unable to stop
watching, even with all of her other distractions.

While the pictures were becoming sexier, the display time
of the slides showing on-screen became more and more
unpredictable.  Because of this, Laura was forced even
more to examine each image much faster and in greater
detail then she would have otherwise, in case the slide
was suddenly changed to another.  Some images allowed
themselves to be lingered over in loving detail, while
the more erotic, some even sexually explicit, would just
flash upon the screen for an instant, then disappear.
Laura was amazed to see that, during those times, the
faces on the girls in the images had been cunningly
replaced by the faces of her students.  Unknowingly, her
girls were watching themselves performing in highly
erotic lesbian situations!  Laura found her pulse
starting to race as the procession of stunning erotic
images continued to flash across the screen.

Everything about the presentation was compelling her to
watch, until she felt totally swallowed up in it.
Eventually, she started to imagined it was actually her
up there and not just some anonymous model, nude for all
the world to see and participating in all of those
wonderful acts!  She was the one being helplessly
stripped and abused in every possible location, inside
and out, in places public or private.  How delicious!

"Phew!" Laura gasped.  The idea of her on the screen had
become so powerful that she had almost climaxed just
thinking about it.  She clamped her knees together and
bit her lower lip as she waited anxiously for the
sensation to pass.

Finally able to tear her eyes from the screen, Laura
looked over her class.  She had not heard a single word
from anyone in quite some time now, and keenly wondered
how her princesses were handling it.  The students in the
front row were squirming more and more as the show
progressed.  Laura watched hungrily as the beautiful
teenagers repeatedly shifted in their seats, or crossed
and re-crossed their legs.  The most affected of them
appeared to be Fawn.  Normally a very cool and collected
individual, the blonde was sweating profusely as she kept
moving her long legs so much they were practically
dancing under her seat.

A very agitated St. Joan had lasted until the 1970's.
When the Sexual Revolution came to full flower on the
screen, she whispered with Missy, then quietly rose and
dashed up to the far side of the room.  Laura watched
with regret as the girl in pink entered the projection
booth, then quietly shut the door behind her.

Of all the girls in the class, only Missy seemed to be
unaffected by what was happening.  Laura noticed that the
14-year-old was not even watching the screen, but was
instead observing with glittering eyes the four
helplessly squirming members of the upper-class.

Unable to keep from watching any longer, Laura returned
to the presentation and was quickly caught up in it once
again.  The over-stimulated teacher felt Missy's hand
fiddling with the front of her black leather hip-huggers,
but she did not care anymore.  Between the constantly
growing sensations building within her and the erotic
images being blasted into her overheated brain, all Laura
could think about was getting her hands on a girl, any
girl, and finding some relief from the terrible pressures
building relentlessly within her.  She wondered hungrily
if it would be all right with Missy for her to leave the
class for a short time, to follow St. Joan and see if the
poor thing might need any 'help.'

She felt a tugging on her top and looked down.  Missy was
signaling her to come down.  Laura bent over at the waist
and placed her ear close to Missy's mouth.

"Take Fawn.  She's ready," Missy whispered.

"T-take her?  Take her where?  Oh, my!  You mean...?  I...I
don't know...Oh!" gasped Laura as the heightened vibration
in her crotch suddenly threatened to overwhelm her.

"Don't you want her?"

"I...I...Oh!" sputtered Laura as she almost climaxed.  The
sensations were almost too much to endure.  She had to
find some relief from all of this, she just had to!

"Well?" Missy asked as her right hand moved up Laura's
supple back under her sweatshirt and deftly opened the
distracted teacher's bra strap.

"Y-yes!" cried Laura, scarcely aware that her breasts
were no longer being contained by her opened bra.  "Oh,
God help me!  Yes!  Yes, I want her!"

"Good.  Christina Lee helped me switch Fawn's body powder
with something that has a little more kick to it.
Jealous over some college guy they're both seeing.  How
stupid!  Now go!" Missy said, and smartly smacked Laura
on her leather-clad left buttock.

"Ow!" the dazed teacher cried.  She jumped and
practically ran down to the front of the classroom,
nursing her wounded behind with both hands.  When she
reached her desk, the teacher took a moment to compose
herself as much as possible.

"F-Fawn!" Laura called hesitantly over the presentation's
now rock-based throbbing soundtrack.  "Come here to me."

"I...I don't want to," gasped the clearly troubled
cheerleader.  "I really don't feel well.  I...I think I
need to see the nurse."

"Oh, stop," Laura told her as she wondered how her bra
had gotten so loose.  "You're the healthiest-looking girl
here.  Now stop this childish behavior and come to me.  I
need you for a...a little demonstration."

"I really need to..." Fawn began.

"Go on, you big baby," a flushed Christina Lee told her,
her eyes sparkling with thoughts of revenge.

Her ego stung, Fawn Jackson rose slowly and walked
carefully over to where Laura was standing.  Laura was
shocked at how the girl was moving.  Normally full of the
languid grace of the true high-school beauty, Fawn now
moved in a series of stiff jerks.  A deep cleft of
concentration appeared between her eyebrows and her full
soft lips were so tightly compressed they were nothing
more than a series of bloodless lines.  Sweat ran
unheeded down the sides of the girl's beautiful face.  It
was soon obvious to Laura that the teenager was doing
everything in her power to hide what was happening to
her.

Forewarned by Missy, Laura watched as the girl came
closer.  She could clearly see how the sweating
cheerleader was trembling with desire, desire which had
been carefully manipulated and enhanced by the "twerp"
Missy.  Don't worry, my precious golden Fawn, you'll be
fine very soon.  My Missy has plans for you.

Laura turned the tantalizing teen around until the girl
had her back to the class and was facing the screen.

"Keep watching," Laura whispered to the trembling girl as
she slipped her hands around the girl's narrow waist.

"I...I don't really like this kind of kinky stuff.  It's
dirty," Fawn whined as images of beautiful naked young
women, women she felt very much a part of for some
reason, kept flashing hypnotically on the screen, filling
her mind as her out-of-control body continued to burn
under her clothes.

"Keep watching," Laura whispered again, and turned to
face the class while still holding the trembling blonde
teenager by the waist.

"Now, class.  Notice how this uniform closely resembles
that of the historic Greek evsone, the palace guards, we
saw a woman wear earlier.  See how the tapered top
follows Fawn's body exactly."

As she talked, Laura kept running her hands up and down
the trembling girl's waist and rib cage, being careful to
press against the sides Fawn's firm, prominent breasts at
every opportunity.  Finally, as she continued her running
commentary, Laura could contain herself no longer and
cupped each full breast.  She was so nervous her hands
were shaking as they hefted the flawless breasts.  Fawn
stiffened and groaned at this fresh outrage to her
magnificent body, but continued to stare helplessly at
the mind-filling images on the screen as silent tears ran
down the front of her face.

Laura was amazed!  She was actually caressing the proud
Fawn Jackson's breasts secretly in front of the entire
class!  Thankfully, no one could see what delightful
things she was doing to the chest of the tormented
cheerleader.  Laura continued to talk about fashion as
she ran her open hands over the prominent points of each
breast.  She was astonished at how rapidly the nipples
leaped into her palms.  They were so hard she could
clearly feel them through Fawn's bra and top.

As she continued to caress Fawn, Laura was elated to hear
the cheerleader's now heavy breathing.  She worked the
firm breast-flesh with her hands, stopping periodically
only to tweak the stiff nipples, as she kept a running if
slightly breathless commentary about the different
slides.  Finally Fawn gave another quiet, desperate moan
and slightly jerked her shoulders back, thrusting her
swelling breasts more fully into Laura's willing hands.

"Got you," Laura whispered happily as Fawn stiffly shook
her head in denial.

Laura ran her hands down the front of the shaking girl's
body, and pressed down fully through the short pleated
skirt onto the distressed teen's crotch.  Fawn gasped as
Laura followed the contours of the teen's sex over her
clothes.  She then removed her hands and turned back to
the class.

"See how the skirt does a flaring out below the waist,"
Laura explained as she traced the skirt's contours with
her hands.  "Short as it is, the skirt is still covering
her, and allowing her limbs full freedom of movement as
well."

Laura ran her hands repeatedly over Fawn's trembling
buttocks, occasionally lifting the back of the skirt so
that everyone could see the firm buttocks nervously
clenching and unclenching underneath the tight panties.
Laura noticed that Jill Pender's eyes would especially
light up during those times, while Christina Lee would
lick her lips in delight as she watched so public a
humiliation of her chief rival.  This was excellent!
Fawn's two main supporters were now firmly, if passively,
involved in watching her humiliation.

She turned the dazed cheerleader so that now her right
side was toward the class.

"Look at how her natural figure is enhanced by what she
is wearing."

Fawn kept her eyes helplessly on the screen as Laura
moved her hands freely over the teen's delightful
breasts, lifting and squeezing them to her heart's
content.  Yet this was not enough for her, not any more!
Primed by Missy, Laura could not deny herself any longer.
She had to experience more!

"Yet this is only part of the story.  To understand
everything, we must see everything." Laura had already
unfastened the clasp behind the girl's neck.  Her heart
pounding, she now began to slowly lower the zipper
running down the back of the uniform.  "N-next we shall
talk about...f-foundation garments!"

A gasp came from the class as Laura swiftly pulled the
top of the befuddled Fawn's outfit down to her waist,
trapping the teen's arms in the fallen sleeves.  Laura
was not surprised that the low-cut bra was the same red-
and-black pattern as the girl's uniform.

As the semi-stripped cheerleader looked stupidly at her
fallen top, Laura noticed that Jill Pender's burning eyes
were fixed upon Fawn's rapidly rising and falling chest.

Head spinning with images of a nude and helpless Fawn,
Laura decided that now was the time to get the others
actively involved.  She motioned at Jill, and the swimmer
slowly rose to her feet and came towards them.

"Now.  With the assistance from Jill, we shall now see
how modern foundation garments work.  Jill, please show
the class how Fawn's bra not only protects her breasts
with its fine construction and design, but enhances them
as well."

Fawn looked at her shadow with pleading eyes, but Jill
saw only that magnificent chest.  She halted directly in
front of the moaning teen, and reached out towards the
magnificent orbs.  She looked pleadingly at Laura with
her hands almost touching them.  "I...I...don't know...!" she
gasped as Laura took the hesitant swimmer's hands and
placed them firmly on the pointed tips of the
cheerleader's heaving breasts.

"OH!" they cried as both girls jerked at the unexpected
contact, acting as if they had been connected to a strong
electrical current.  After a moment of savoring her first
touch of the firm forbidden flesh, Jill began to
enthusiastically work the swollen breasts through the
cups of the thin bra.  The cheerleader's firm breasts
were first being thoroughly molded, then were soon
dancing from Jill's eager manipulations of Fawn's bra.

Laura observed as Fawn continued to passively stand
wearing a completely dazed expression, as her proud chest
was continuously violated.  With yet another low moan,
Fawn finally responded to this latest assault on her
heated body by throwing her shoulders even further back
then before while she surrendered to the fondling of her
private flesh by leaning forward and pressing her aching
breasts harder into the swimmer's willing hands.

Laura watched fascinated at the unfolding drama as Jill
continued to enthusiastically maul the cheerleader's
breasts until Laura felt someone pressing her from
behind.  She turned and saw that it was Christina Lee.

The school's society queen was intently watching the two
girls, her beautiful sculptured face a mask.  But her
normally perfect hair was in disarray and her hands were
closed into tight white fists.

"I...I want to help, too," Christina Lee whispered hoarsely
as her burning eyes remained fixed on Jill's caressing of
Fawn's proud breasts.

"W-well.  We...we haven't looked at her...her panties yet,"
gulped Laura, her mouth suddenly very dry at what was to
come.

Christina Lee nodded stiffly and like a machine went
behind the distracted Fawn and gently tugged on the
uniform bunched around the girl's hips.  Fawn gave out a
helpless groan as she was slowly undressed.  Christina
Lee continued tugging until the cheerleader's uniform was
laying in a forgotten heap on the floor.  She reached
around the heavily sweating well-shaped torso and held
the front and back edges of the teen's low-cut, red-and-
black bikini panties.

Laura almost died as she watched Christina Lee
deliberately saw the slick material of the soaked crotch
band deep into her best friend's defenseless labia.

It was only the sound of grunting behind her that made
Laura turn away from the captivating sight of the haughty
Fawn Jackson being so openly violated by her fellow
classmates.

Laura turned and was astonished to see Ellen Garnett
squirming madly in her seat.  Her body bucked and jumped
as her mouth and legs opened and closed repeatedly
together.  In the shadows Laura noticed that something
was happening under the editor's usual denim shift.  With
a sudden cry, Ellen stiffened once, then once again
before her head fell limply over the seat-back and her
body collapsed in the chair.

Out of the shadows from behind the unconscious editor
arose Missy, who came around the chair and swiftly
undressed the girl.  When Missy pulled the shift over the
teen's head, Laura saw that Ellen's clothes were in
complete disarray.  Her top and bra were both bunched up
around her neck, while her panties were at mid-thigh.
Not that it mattered, because Missy's busy hands soon
removed everything, leaving the haughty editor of the
school paper sprawled naked in her chair.

When she had finished carelessly stuffing Ellen Garnett's
clothes in one of the storage lockers, Missy walked over
to the stunned Laura.

"She was going to get the principle, tell the school
board, the police, the local papers, everyone," Missy
told her matter-of-factly.  "I convinced her to stay."

"My God!"

"Now for the main course," Missy said gleefully and began
to undress.  "Oh, Joan started to freak, so I sent her to
the projection booth to sort of take care of things.  As
your reward for today, you can take care of her, if you
dare."

"Joan?  For me?  Thank you, Missy.  Thank you!"

"Don't thank me.  You've really earned it this time.  If
you're smart and strong enough."

"What?  What do you mean?"

The nude Missy reached into her clothes and pulled out a
small remote control.  Smiling wickedly, the 14-year-old
pressed a button.  Laura just had time to notice that
Missy was wearing some sort of weird harness around her
waist when the low humming in her pulsating crotch
promptly grew to epic proportions.  The 22-year-old
teacher fell helpless to the floor.  She lay on her right
side with her hands between her legs, and watched
horrified as Missy threw the control off into the
darkness as wave after wave of mind-shattering sensations
seemed to radiate from her madly fluttering sex.

"Missy!" Laura hissed desperately as the freshman quietly
left her alone on the dirty thin carpet, her buzzing
vagina ready to explode.  "No!  You can't!  You can't
leave me like this!"

Knowing that her only hope was to remove the thing from
inside her before it drove her mad, Laura sought
desperately to jam her hands down the front of her hip-
huggers.  She was dismayed to discover that the front of
her jeans was already unfastened and fully opened, which
meant that she had been showing the class the front of
her neon-pink panties whenever her top rose.  Missy!
Missy had done this to her!  The jeans clung so tightly
to her body she had never noticed.  Even now, they were
still too tight in the crotch for the frantic Laura to
reach her dripping, palpitating sex.

She was still trying to pull the tightly fitting jeans
off her hips when the first orgasm struck.

"AH!" Laura cried helplessly as her body rocked to the
unbelievable buzzing in her ready pussy!  She flailed
helplessly on the floor, unable to do anything except to
ride out the overpowering sensations which had been
building in her all afternoon.

By the time she was well into her second climax, Laura
had managed to work the hip-huggers down enough for her
to be able to finally reach her wildly pulsating cunt.
She thrust two fingers deep inside of her embarrassingly
well-lubricated channel and caused herself to climax yet
again!

"OH GOD!  OH GOD!" she screamed in ecstasy.  Her hips
bucked joyously while she worked her slender fingers in
and out of her hungry vagina, all thoughts of removing
the wonderful device temporarily forgotten.

Before losing all control, in the brief time between
climaxes, Laura was able to locate the alien intruder
placed there by Marion Stratton.  As it buzzed merrily
away in her poor sex, she finally found the will to reach
deep inside of her throbbing vagina and pull the
offending device out of her body.  Suppressing a sudden,
sick desire to keep it for herself, she weakly threw the
remote-controlled stimulator as far away from her as she
could.

Totally exhausted, the teacher could not move.  She lay
gasping for air on the floor, bathed in the weird
reflected light of the still-running presentation.  Only
the thought that Joan, the sweet and innocent St. Joan,
was waiting for her in the dark projection booth kept her
conscious.

Unable to wait any longer, Laura rolled over and, on
hands and knees, began the long crawl up to the opposite
end of the room, her forgotten jeans still halfway down
her hips.

*****

Missy surveyed the sublime tableau before her with
satisfaction.  Fawn was still sandwiched helplessly
between her two eager 'friends.'  Her mouth was hanging
open and a trickle of saliva was running from the left
corner of her mouth down her jaw.  Her wide blue eyes
were open, but clearly the girl saw nothing.  She was
jerking helplessly to the constant efforts of her good
friends on her near-naked body.

Jill had played with the sexy bra so much that it had
worked itself up over the prominent breasts.  The lower
part of the bra-cups were now cutting directly across the
sensitive nipples (Missy knew that Fawn wouldn't change
to a more-functional sports bra until the actual game).

The cheerleader's hips were moving frantically as
Christina Lee, who had bent over and was now nibbling on
Fawn's quivering buttocks, kept working the soaked
panties ever deeper into Fawn's dripping sex and between
her delectable ass cheeks.

Jill and Christina Lee, for their own reasons, were
totally lost in their defilement of Fawn, while the
cheerleader herself had gone long past any capacity for
rational thought, all because of this unexpected dual
assault on her perfectly toned and deeply tanned body.

Missy looked at the back of the swimmer's tight, white
shorts with interest.  Fawn had once told Jill Pender
that her legs were 'nice,' and Jill had only worn shorts
to school ever since.  Missy had watched for years as
Fawn deliberately used her magnificent body to tease and
torment the sexually confused athlete.  The cool Jill's
unwitting infatuation with the cheerleader was used by
Fawn to turn the girl into her own personal sycophant,
someone to jump at her every beck and call.  Until now.
Now that Jill finally got her hands on the helpless
cheerleader's high-set breasts, Missy could tell that she
was totally oblivious to everything else.

Missy now turned her attention to the last of her
targets.  Christina Lee, along with Fawn, came from the
town's wealthiest families.  Missy knew that the two
girls had hated each other since birth.  Terribly
envious, they were in heated competition about
everything, and each would not hesitate to cause the
other any sort of trouble, provided of course it could
not be traced back to them.  Yet, they were practically
inseparable and did everything together.  They had to,
really, because who else was there in New Berlin that was
worthy of such elite company as themselves?

Christina Lee's betrayal of Fawn did not surprise Missy
in the least. Missy had told her it was just 'itching
powder,' and the High School Queen had jumped at the
chance to publicly humiliate her friend at today's pep
rally.  It was an action very typical of this group.
Yet, by helping Missy to switch Fawn's expensive body
powder with Doris' Sleep-Over Special, Christina Lee had
contributed to her own undoing as well.  Missy was then
able to replace Christina Lee's own expensive scented
powder, since the lockers of the two friends were
(naturally) right next to each other!  It also helped
that Christina Lee could not conceive of the possibility
of others doing to her what she loved doing to others.

Now Missy knew they both have the itch, and very badly
too from the looks of it.  Missy watched with
satisfaction as the society queen's right hand went up
underneath her own short, tight skirt.  Christina Lee was
so out of control she had no idea what she was really
doing!

Missy could do anything she wanted with them now,
anything!  Things had worked out exactly as she and her
mother had planned a year ago, when she had first told
her of the idea for this class.  Even the slide show,
which they had spent the summer putting together, proved
to be absolutely devastating in its effect on the
unsuspecting students.

It was now time for glorious pay-back.  This was the
group who had tormented her from as early as she could
remember, tormented her for her quietness, her
intelligence, her carefully mended clothes, her
independence, her difference.  They had even made fun of
her mother, as if deafness was something that could
affect only the less-worthy.  Missy was more then ready
to melt the Ice Queen, a victim herself really, because
of the way she joined in Fawn and Christina's cruelty of
her and her mother, just to be a part of the group.

It was Fawn and Christina Lee who were the worst, though.
Missy was not safe anywhere from them and their snide
comments and cruel acts.  Even when they were in the
occasional class together, they would start on her, and
everyone, including the teacher, would join them.  After
all, they were the richest girls in town and were truly
beautiful besides.  They could do no wrong.

Afterwards, when she went to complain to the counselor
about how badly she had been treated, even the popular
and usually understanding Susan Jennings had smirked a
bit at her.  That was when she got the idea for The Plan.
She would get them, the cunts, she would get them all.

Missy started in earnest on her bra collection.  What was
once an idle hobby became an obsession.  The girls she
took were usually too embarrassed afterwards to say
anything to anyone.  Those who did complain were never
believed.  It was always assumed they were out on a heavy
date and only wanted to cover their tracks afterwards.
But sometimes to their own surprise, they secretly came
back for more, and Missy and her mother Doris were always
very happy to oblige.  It was her way of training for the
main event, when she would finally go up against Fawn and
Christina Lee.

By the time of her 14th birthday, Missy's skills were such
that she was collecting bras faster then she could
catalogue them.  Not just concerned with the girls in her
grade level any more, she was now going after their older
sisters and even occasionally a mother or two, when she
wasn't doing sales girls and such.  The only ones she
specifically left alone were the set of girls perpetually
surrounding the two school queens, Fawn Jackson and
Christina Lee Stuart.  For them she had something very
special in mind.

Her seductions were always carefully planned (her mother
was very helpful in this) and exactingly executed.
Bertha Wolf was also very helpful.  She was a devoted and
life-long friend of her mother's since Bertha became her
mother's self-appointed protector when they were children
growing up in the same rough neighborhood.  Bertha was
now always on hand to handle any neighborhood
complications, such as the occasional undressed stray,
that is a girl who would become 'lost' in the course of a
conquest.  She also proved very effective with her mini-
interrogations, and could easily find out what was
happening in a girl's very soul, even before the girl
herself did.

Sometimes the seductions Missy conducted were very quick.
Within an hour an unsuspecting young woman might find
herself naked or helplessly climaxing in the most unusual
of circumstances.  Other seductions were very slow
indeed, such as her deliberate wooing of Susan Jennings.

Susan was special in that she was to become a permanent
addition to the Manchester household (her mother did so
want a pet), but in the end she did not work out and
Missy had to discard the student counselor and look for
something better.

But everything worked out for the best, because the
surprisingly naive yet highly sensual Miss Laura
Papadakis arrived to literally take her place.

Missy turned to look at the devastated teacher slowly
crawling on her hands and knees, the light from the
screen reflecting off of her partially exposed buttocks
and glowing-pink panties.  Yes, Laura was doing quite
well, and should prove to be an excellent beginning to
what could become a very fascinating family collection.

Missy turned back to her real goal and her face went
hard.  She finally had them, the stupid cunts!  Fawn, her
toady, Jill Pender, and Fawn's best friend and hated
rival, Christina Lee, were finally right where she wanted
them to be, at their most vulnerable, attacking one of
their own.

They were their own worst enemies of course.

She checked the harness draped around her hips one last
time, then looked down at the large phallus resting on
her pussy.  Her mother called the dildo The Persuader,
and it had never failed.  It could quickly get the
attention of the most indifferent of women.  The very
pliant material was intricately ribbed and knobbed to
provide the maximum of pleasure.  Its effects were truly
devastating and Missy loved to use it when ever she
could.  She removed the sealed plastic bag Doris had so
thoughtfully fitted around it and dropped it to the
floor.  That way Missy's clothes would not be stained by
the heavy coating of lubricant she had placed there
before they left for school this morning.

It was time.  Missy began to move purposefully towards
the small group.  She would now give these "ladies" an
afternoon they will long remember.

 *****

Laura was crawling past Ellen Garnett's chair when she
felt something pull on the back waistband of her jeans.
She looked behind her and saw that a crying Ellen Garnett
was on her knees behind her, trying to pull her jeans
off!

"What have you done to us?" Ellen shouted above the music
as she pulled insanely on the super-tight material.
"What have you done?"

"Get away from me!" Laura cried as she tried to crawl
away from her attacker, but the maddened Ellen was
shaking her so much with her iron grip it was all the
befuddled teacher could do to keep from falling to the
floor.  Laura didn't have time for this.  St. Joan was
waiting for her, right now!

There was a quiet "rip" when some seams parted and, with
a wild cry of victory from Ellen, Laura's black leather
hip-huggers were soon half-way down her thighs, while her
electric-pink panties, glowing brightly in the reflected
light, were still covering the lower portion of her
buttocks.

Ellen Garnett clapped her hands in delight at the
degrading sight.  Ever since the new teacher had dared to
take her against her will (supposedly just because she
had engaged in a little harmless fun with her earlier),
Ellen had been able to think of nothing else.  It was the
first time she had never been in absolute control of a
sexual situation, lesbian or otherwise.  She had never
been so humiliated and helpless, and to her horror Ellen
realized that she had also never been so excited.  It was
a new concept for the editor and, although she hated
everything about it, the idea mesmerized her.  To prevent
it from happening again, she even wrote an anonymous
letter to the school board denouncing Miss Papadakis and
the HR-F class to them.  Yet, each day she fantasized
about being taken in ever more elaborate circumstances.
It was her terrible dark secret and it consumed her
totally.

And now it was happening again!  She had just been taken
by a lowly freshman, a strange pathetic nothing of a girl
she would never have thought twice about, except perhaps
to have a little fun with.  Ellen had recognized the
purpose of the sly presentation almost from the very
start, and was incredibly indignant that someone
(certainly Miss Papadakis, who else was there?) would
resort to pull so obvious and shabby a trick on them.
What an insult to their (but especially her)
intelligence!  Yet, while armed with the knowledge that
it was some sort of silly intrigue against them, it still
did not save her from becoming as excited as the other
members of her small, elite group of friends.

As the presentation continued, Ellen became more and more
agitated at being so manipulated, even if her idiot
friends did not appear to mind the stimulation in the
least.  When a strangely-acting Fawn of all people had
been chosen for that humiliating "demonstration," that
had been enough for her.  She knew that whatever was
going on here had to be stopped, and quickly, before it
was too late, even if watching the snooty Fawn in the
hands of Miss Papadakis did thrill her in ways she could
never understand.

It was then that Missy, the teacher's chief pawn in this
insidious plot, had magically appeared behind her.
Before she knew it, the little minx had gotten inside of
her clothes from behind and Ellen soon lost all control!
If she had not been so excited herself, she would have
been better able to resist the young girl's surprisingly
educated hands.  However, any thoughts she might have
possessed about leaving quickly faded in the delicious
sensations Missy had caused her to have so unbelievably
quickly.  After an amazing series of climaxes, Ellen, a
melted puddle of contented butter, was helpless to
prevent herself from being stripped by the girl.

In her naked misery afterwards, Ellen wanted to die.  Now
she could never tell anyone what was happening here.  She
had been taken and stripped once again, this time by
someone who was practically a child!  So, when she saw
the main reason for her current unbearable predicament
crawling past her, Ellen knew she had to act against this
monstrosity in the shape of a beautiful teacher.  She
would prove to her once and for all that she, Ellen
Garnett, was truly the superior woman.

When she saw Laura stop to twist around and pull up her
panties, the maddened editor leapt bodily onto the
confused teacher.  Ellen reached under the back of the
sweatshirt and cruelly yanked the already unfastened bra
from Laura's shoulders, breaking the straps in the
process.  After waving the pink bra above her head with a
loud "Whoop!  Whoop!" of triumph, Ellen sent it flinging
into the darkness.

"Two can play at this undressing game!" she cackled.

She easily knocked Laura over onto her back, then spun
around on top of her, the more better to humiliate and
undress the helpless teacher, as she herself had just
been humiliated!

Ellen started fighting with the ridiculously tight
leather hip-huggers once again, trying desperately to get
them down Laura's thighs.  After a short while, Ellen
discovered she could work better if she rose up on her
knees, which were firmly planted on either side of
Laura's chest.

"Yes!" she cried happily.  Her victory was assured now
that she was finally able to start working the ruined
leather down the teacher's weakly flailing legs.  "I've
got you, you bitch.  I've finally got you!"

*****

Laura had no idea what was happening any more.  Starved
and sexually overwrought, it had all become too much for
her.  All she knew for sure was that a very heavy weight
on her chest was keeping her from breathing properly, she
was incredibly hungry, and that a vision in pink was
waiting for her and her palpitating sex, somewhere.

Suddenly the heavy weight lifted from her chest and the
strong scent of fresh strawberries filled her quivering
nostrils.  Laura loved strawberries and her mouth
watered!  Following her nose, Laura raised her head and,
after fastening her mouth firmly on the source of the
delightful scent as she held tightly onto some convenient
pillars, began to lick and suck heavily on the heavenly
nectar she found there inside the tight, hot chamber.

*****

"AAAhhh!" Ellen screamed in outrage when she felt that
someone had attached a vacuum cleaner to her precious
sex.  She looked underneath her nude body and was stunned
to see the teacher's head fixed firmly between her
thighs.  How dare she!  The bitch was trying to do it to
her again!

She tried frantically to escape as she felt her strength
draining rapidly through her electrified cunt, but the
teacher had too firm a grip on her thighs and she could
not get away!  Ellen realized with despair that she was
succumbing once again to feelings totally beyond her will
to control, and to her horror loved it!  With a groan of
resignation, she let the insatiable mouth at her sex
capture her totally!

After the second orgasm, a very limp Ellen could only lay
across the teacher and spasm helplessly as Laura
continued her joyous feeding upon the once-proud editor's
twitching sex.

*****

Laura fed voraciously on the squishy pocket of delicious
liquid.  She loved it especially when the sides of the
pocket would twitch tightly together, forcing the
strawberry-flavored food directly into her mouth.
Happily, she was able to cause this to happen many, many
times.

*****

"No more," a defeated Ellen kept mumbling between
climaxes as a totally oblivious Laura still feasted on
the vulnerable, gushing cunt.  "No more.  You win.  Oh my
God, you win."

Ellen knew what was required of her.  She pulled down
Laura's soaked panties as far as she could and lowered
her head in complete subjection between the partially
denuded thighs.  She began to show her devotion to the
pulsating pussy, by lovingly thrusting her tongue deep
into the tight, quivering wetness as she rubbed her lips
deliberately across Laura's swollen labia.

A shattered Ellen Garnett paused as she felt her
conqueror's vagina clench mightily, the hot free-flowing
juices splashing across her smiling face.  She knew she
could stop now, and finally allowed herself to embrace
the darkness approaching her blasted mind.  She passed
out, carrying the knowledge that her perfectly controlled
life would truly never be the same again.

*****

"AHH!" Laura gasped.  My God!  What was happening here?
She was shocked to find herself between the thighs of
another woman as her own body stiffened in the midst of a
monstrous orgasm!

She pushed off the limp nude body, and immediately
recognized the wonderfully shaved pussy in front of her
as belonging to Ellen Garnett.

"Oh, no!" she cried.  She had done it to the poor girl
again!

She tried to stand, but her legs and feet were caught in
something.  Laura struggled out of the constricting
material and stood on bare shaking legs.  Her jeans,
panties, shoes and socks were now laying discarded on the
floor, but the terribly shaken Laura never noticed them,
or their absence.  She badly needed help and looked for
Missy in the darkness.  She had to end this, it had
gotten way out of control!

As the bedazzled teacher made her way hesitantly in
search of Missy, she noticed vaguely that the music
accompanying the presentation had changed once again,
this time to Britney Spears dripping teen desire with her
Baby One More Time:

Show me
How you want it to be
Tell me baby
'cause I need to know now
oh because

My loneliness
is killing me (and I)
I must confess
I still believe (still believe)
when I'm not with you I lose my mind
give me a sign--
hit me baby one more time

Oh baby baby
a reason I breath is you
boy you've got me blinded
Oh baby baby
there's nothin' that I wouldn't do
that's not the way I planned it


The images on the screen were flashing fast enough now
that Laura was able to see what was going on only in a
series of very brief glimpses.  Dazzled by the lights,
she wandered down to the front of the class and almost
walked into the screen.  She turned away and went towards
her desk, trying to adjust her eyes to the ever-changing
lights.  Almost at her desk, the stunned teacher stopped,
her mouth open in disbelief.  Her desk was not as she had
left it.  Something had been added.  Three somethings, to
be exact!

Jill Pender, Fawn Jackson, and Christina Lee Stuart,
facing the screen, were bent over, laying side-by-side
and face-down across her desk.  Their legs were very
wide-spread behind them, their feet still on the floor.
All three were nude, their perfect bodies gleaming in the
bright strobe flashes of light.

Christina Lee began a strange violent shaking, as if
someone were bumping her from behind.  Then Laura saw
why.  It was Missy, ramming her hips fiercely into the
quaking socialite.  There was a strange smile on
Christina Lee's dazed face Laura had never seen before as
she watched the high school queen raise her hips in
response to the rhythmic attack.

"She must like getting bumped," the befuddled Laura
muttered.

Jill Pender tried to rise herself up off the desk, but
Missy quickly went behind her and gripped Jill's slim
waist as she began to bump the swimmer from behind as
well.  She leaned forward and cupped her hands over
Jill's small, jerking breasts.  She kneaded the firm
breast-flesh, then scissored each of the long, erect
nipples between her middle and forefingers.  As she
clamped her fingers tightly together, Missy pulled and
twisted the vulnerable nipples until each sensitive
breast was dancing to a rhythm of its own.

Jill supported herself on her arms for a moment, then
with a moan of, "My tits!  My tits!," fell limply back
over the desk.

As Missy now used her hands to slap the athlete's
quivering buttocks in time with her deep thrusts, the
buffeted Jill noticed the semi-dressed teacher standing
by the desk and once again that afternoon gave her a look
full of pleading, her trembling arms outstretched as if
asking for help.  Before Laura could understand what was
happening, Jill cried out, "Oh God!  I'm cumming again!"

Her body convulsed as her face betrayed the intensity of
the conflicting emotions raging through her.  Finally it
became too much for her.  The swimmer stiffened, her eyes
rolled up and she fainted.

Missy continued to buffet the now quiet athlete a few
more times, then went back behind the smiling Christina
Lee.  The smile vanished for a brief second as Missy
entered her once again, then returned even wider then
before as the high school queen quietly purred, "Oh!
Yes!"  Missy soon had Christina Lee shaking even more
than before from her rear assault.

Laura looked for any activity from Fawn, but the
cheerleader was clearly unconscious upon the desk, her
beautiful face laying in a pool of her own saliva, which
was running down from her open mouth.

"W-what's going on h-here?" she asked Missy in a
quivering, hesitant voice.  She was terrified of spoiling
whatever game Missy was playing with these girls, and by
doing so have the 14-year old angry at her, yet there was
something rather wrong about all of this.

Laura walked around the desk and finally saw what Missy
was really doing to her students.

"Oh my God!" Laura gasped in shock.  She could see the
sweat-covered 14-year-old's long blonde hair flying in
all directions from her efforts as her slim hips
continued to pound the buttocks of the helpless girl on
the desk.  Laura could not believe it.  She was fucking
them.  Her beloved Missy was fucking them all out of
their minds!  Each of the beautiful students remained
draped over her desk.  Fawn and Jill were quiescent,
already having been fucked into insensibility, but
Christina Lee's hips were still moving, actively
countering Missy's firm thrusting.

Laura knew she had to stop this insanity before it was
too late.  She started to hesitantly walk towards the
group, but it was difficult.  She could hardly stand now
the room was spinning so much.  She only went a few
wavering paces, when Missy saw her and, without breaking
her rhythm, pointed towards the wall.  Laura obediently
stopped and turned towards the large screen.  She saw
that a new image now flashed repeatedly on the screen.
It was the same picture of that unfortunate nude girl
Laura had been finding all over school.  She tried to
ignore it, but there was something hauntingly familiar
about the figure on such humiliating display.

In fast glimpses, the narrow image on the screen slowly
expanded to include an increasing view of the surrounding
area.  Laura felt sick to her stomach as she finally
recognized the utility closet where those nice girls who
were helping her in the shower had taken her to get her
hair done.

"Noo!" she groaned.  "They couldn't.  They wouldn't.  It
must be someone else.  It must be!"

The bent-over figure at the center of the image could
still be clearly seen as an endless procession of female
students now flashed upon the screen, abusing the unknown
figure, swatting the defenseless buttocks, openly
fondling her vulnerable sex with an astonishing variety
of objects.  To the distressed Laura it seemed that the
figure's only reaction to this obscene molestation of her
person was to spread her legs wider, and stand on her
toes so that her hips were even higher over the edge of
the deep metal sink than before!

But this couldn't be real!  No one would allow that to
happen to her.  It must be something staged for one of
those horrible men's magazines!

The camera angle abruptly changed.  Laura, now watching
the sink's interior, saw how the nude figure's head was
covered in lather and at least two pairs of hands were
washing it.  The camera moved back and a stunned Laura
saw that one of the girls washing the head was a softly
grinning Missy.

"No," Laura groaned again as she collapsed onto the
floor.  "Oh God, please.  Not that.  Please.  Anything
but that."

At last the beautiful figure on the screen was
straightened by those around her, but Laura still could
not see the face as the head was wrapped in a towel, just
as hers had been that morning.  It did not matter,
really.  Laura knew who it was now.

"Sweet Christ!" the devastated Laura cried.  "It's me,
it's me!"

The next image showed the nude towel-headed figure being
led by Missy into the crowded hallway just outside the
entrance to the girl's gym, but Laura was no longer
paying any attention.  The realization of how easily,
even eagerly, she had been led into such a humiliating
situation, was devastating!

Laura Papadakis screamed in terror as she realized what
had been done to her!  Of what she had done to herself!
She had to get away!  She had to escape from this...this
awful living nightmare!

Still screaming, she leapt to her feet and, clad only in
her sweatshirt, began running wildly in a blind panic
into the flashing semi-darkness.  She suddenly felt
terribly constricted by her top.  She stopped briefly to
fight her way out of it, then threw the sweatshirt away
and started to run again.  She knew only that she was
running up a gentle hill.  Soon breathless, her terrible
screams stopped, but only to be replaced by a deep,
continuous sobbing.

The flashing light behind her abruptly stopped and the
room was plunged into total darkness.  The only sounds
the running Laura heard were her own uncontrolled
sobbings and the soft grunts and wet slaps of flesh
striking flesh from the obscene fucking which was
happening on the other, lower side of the room.

Laura stopped abruptly when her out-stretched hands
rammed against the far wall.  She had run out of room!
She turned to her right and felt along the wall until she
came across something cold and smooth.  It was a metal
door.  Without thinking, her shaking hands found the
latch and she went into the comforting quiet.  She
quickly shut the door behind her and fell to the floor
right in front of it.  She pressed her back hard against
the cold metal door, the concrete cool on her bare
bottom.  Laura was cutting off in her tortured mind the
obscene images of that sick woman on the wall who used to
be her, but was now a complete stranger.

But it was her!  It was her!

She could not bear the thought of it any longer and the
darkness truly did overtake her.  She fell sideways and
lay inert along the base of the door.

*****

Laura dreamt of hearing two feminine voices in the very
dark room.

"What's happening now?" said the much more nervous,
clearly younger voice.

"I don't know.  It's very dark.  Probably more of the
same.  Nothing of importance, really.  Sure you don't
want to look?"

"Oh, no!  First those terrible pictures, and then those
awful sounds.  That grunting, and those shouts!  I
couldn't!  Just keep that window closed, please!  If you
hadn't been here, I would have died for sure!"

"It's just part of the show.  Missy told me all about it
yesterday."

"Really?  Wow.  It sure sounded real.  Where is Missy?  I
do miss her right now."

"She's still a little busy, taking care of some tight
ends.  Gathering momentos, you know?  Photos for the
family scrapbook, a few video's, that sort of thing.  I
suppose she'll be along when she is done."

"In the dark?"

"Yes, Joan.  You can do all sorts of things, even in the
dark."

"What happened to Miss P?"

"Like I told you, she's still there, sleeping peacefully
right were I found her just before my last match gave
out, in front of the door there."

"But you said she was n-naked!  What could have happened
to her...to her clothes?"

"She probably took them off.  I bet she was simply warm
and needed a little cooling off.  You saw how Missy was
helping those other girls with their clothes, didn't
you?"

"Y-yes.  I was wondering about that."

"I'm sure they were warm as well.  I mean, haven't you
ever taken off your clothes and run through a lawn
sprinkler or something in the summer?"

"No, never.  Mama hates it when we even wear bathing
suits."

"So how do you go swimming?"

"We don't."

"Come on.  Don't you ever take your clothes off when it's
hot out?"

"Oh, no.  That wouldn't be decent, especially in the day-
time!"

"Are you warm now?"

"My goodness, yes.  Missy said I should dress really warm
today, but it's not cool at all down here like it usually
is.  They must have turned on the heat finally."

"Well then?"

"W-well what?"

"Don't you want to be nice and cool?  It's certainly
night down here now, don't you think?"

"Oh, no.  I couldn't.  W-what are you doing?"

"Seeing how your top buttons.  I haven't seen any that
fasten in the back like that in a long time.  It's such a
lovely sweater, so thick and soft."

"Thank you.  Mama made it for me."

"Your mother has wonderful taste.  She must love you very
much to make you something so beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Oh, my.  Now I've done it.  Your sweater is almost half
unbuttoned!  I'm so sorry."

"It's all right.  That seems to happen all the time with
Missy.  I'll just..."

"No, let me do it.  It's all my fault, anyway."

"O-OK.  Thank you."

"Oh, darn.  Now I've gone the wrong way.  I'm so silly
sometimes."

"My goodness!  I'm all undone!  Maybe I should just..."

"Oh, fudge!  My finger is caught in one of your cute
little button holes."

"That's all right, just don't p-pull on the...!"

"Oops!  There goes the sleeve!  Now it's all tangled up."

"Oh My!"

"Drat!  Now there goes the other one!  Well, since it's
off, just let me take this lovely sweater and straighten
it out, OK?  We certainly don't want to get it wrinkled."

"Oh, my!  I don't know..."

"Here, now.  Just let me have it.  Such a good girl.
That's it, just let go.  OK, then.  That wasn't so hard
now, was it?"

"No.  But I'm just in my...!"

"Not to worry!  You are quite decent, honest!  It's so
dark in here, no one can see a thing.  I just want to
straighten out this lovely sweater of yours, but first
I'm going to put it over here for a moment.  You know,
I'm a teacher, too.  In fact, I'll be working with Miss
Papadakis for the remainder of the year."

"That's very nice.  She's such a good teacher.  I really
like her.  I'm sorry, but what did you say your name was,
again?"

"Miss Jennings.  But you can call me Sue, honey."

"I couldn't do that.  It wouldn't be proper at all."

"Why don't you let me worry about that?"

"Ah!  What are you doing, S-Sue?"

"Just helping you relax, that's all.  You seem very
tense.  Look at how stiff your neck and back muscles are!
That's not good, you really could get a bad sprain.  Now
put your arms down, like this.  Really!  Isn't it much
more comfortable with your arms at your sides, instead of
holding them crossed over your front like that?  We are
both girls after all and very much alone, so it shouldn't
matter how we are dressed, should it?  Look at Miss
Papadakis down there, your favorite teacher.  It
certainly doesn't bother her.  She isn't wearing a thing
and is sleeping so peacefully.  How do you sleep, Joan?"

"Uh?"

"What do you wear when you go to bed?"

"Oh, just the usual long flannels."

"That's all?"

"Well, and my...my underthings, of course."

"Of course."

"Mama believes we should be completely covered at all
times, even in bed."

"I see."

"It helps prevent sin, and no one can see you in case
there's a fire or something."

"Very true.  Lucky thing it is so dark in here, isn't it?
Being in the dark where no one can see you always made
feel very safe, especially when I was with a friend.  I
always knew then that nothing bad could happen.  How
about you?"

"Oh, yes.  I would be really scared now if you weren't
here."

"Thank you.  How's your neck?"

"That feels really nice.  Missy likes to do that for me
sometimes."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. I'm so glad I meet her when we moved here.
She's such a good friend."

"Yes, she certainly is that."

"What are you doing now?"

"Just getting these silly shoulder straps out of the
way."

"Oh."

"What do you think of Miss Papadakis?"

"She's only the first real teacher I've ever know, but I
think that she's very nice."

"Pretty, isn't she?"

"What?"

"I said she is a very beautiful woman.  Don't you think
so?"

"I guess."

"How's your neck feeling?"

"Oh.  Your hands!  I feel very relaxed now.  It's kind of
weird, though."

"What is?"

"What you are doing.  It makes me feel...funny."

"How?"

"Kind of flustered.  You are so close, and I don't even
have on my sweater!"

"Look.  I'll take my top off too, just so you'll feel
better about it.  It's OK.  You can look at me if you
want."

"Oh, my!" Joan giggled a moment later.

"Yes?"

"It's nothing."

"Is it about me?"

"It's too embarrassing.  I really shouldn't have said
anything."

"Go on."

"I think I'm..."

"Yes?"

"It's...well, er...  It's not very polite."

"Go on.  Don't be afraid.  We are both big girls here."

"That's it!  Bigger!" Joan blurted out, a hint of pride
in her voice.  "I'm bigger than you."

"How?"

"My...my front.  It's bigger than yours."

"How do you know that, Joan?  It's so dark in here, I
can't see anything."

"One of your little chests is pressed up against my arm.
See, right there."

"Yes, but how can you say you're bigger than I am when we
both can't see anything in here?  How can we possibly
know that you're not mistaken?"

"I know.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said anything."

"Look here.  Why don't you just turn around on the bench?
That's the girl.  Now, press one of your breasts, they're
called breasts by the way, not chests, onto my arm."

"Oh, I couldn't!"

"Why not?  Are you afraid?  Or is it that your bust is
really the result of stuffing your bra full of tissues
and toilet paper?"

"Why, I never!"

"Well, then?"

"OK, OK.  Here!  Happy now?"

"Mmmm.  Still, I just don't know."

"What are you doing that for?"

"Trying to guess your size, silly."

"Do you have to rub my...my front with your arm like that?"

"Do you want me to use my hands?"

"Oh, no!"

"OK, then.  How else am I suppose to find out?"

"Oh.  I guess you're right.  But it tickles!"

"Of course it tickles.  Now be still like a good girl."

A long silence ensued.  Laura thought that her dream had
ended, until the two voices began once again.

"You've been doing that an awfully long time," Joan said
a little breathlessly.  "Aren't you finished yet?  I need
to get dressed now."

"No.  It's just no good with an arm.  Maybe if I turned
on some lights we could..."

"No!"

"OK.  I know another way.  Just be quiet a moment."

"OH!  Do you have to...to do that?"

"Well, you're the one who wants to keep the lights off."

"Yes, but you're...you're touching my... My Goodness!"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all.  You just brushed against
my...my... OH MY!"

"How can I know what I'm doing unless you tell me?"

"But you keep touching me!  You keep t-touching my...my
tips."

"Your what?"

"Ohhh!  You just did it again!  You keep touching me
there!"

"Where?  Where is it that I keep touching you?  In this
darkness, I can't tell a thing."

"OOOoohhh!!  Now you're pulling them!"

"Pulling what?  Tell me."

"My tips. You keep doing things to my tips!  OH!  They're
so hard!  They never been this hard before."

"Your tips?  What tips?  I don't understand."

"My tips!  My tips!  Why do you keep pulling and twisting
them like that?  It's driving me crazy!"

*****

Laura licked her lips at the thought of getting her hands
of St. Joan's lovely tips.  This dream is getting better
by the minute, she thought.  She rolled over onto her
back and put her hands between her legs.  Laura placed
her feet flat upon the floor, and slid them close to her
bottom as she spread her knees far apart.  That way she
could enjoy her dream better.

*****

"Tell me!  What tips?  What are tips?"

"Sue!  My tips!  Aaahhh!  You know, my...my...my n-n-n-n-
nipples."

"Your what?  You need to speak up, Joan.  You kind of
mumbled that last word."

"Oh God!  My tips!  My nipples, OK?  You are doing things
to my...aaaahhh!"

"Your nipples?  Is that what they were?  Oh, my.  I'm so
sorry.  It's so dark in here, you know?  How can you ever
forgive me?"

"That's all right (sniff).  I know it was just an
accident."

"Are you all right?  Did I hurt you?"

"I'm OK, I guess.  It hurt a little, but not a regular
hurt.  Not like a sprain or something.  But I'm really
sensitive there right now, and my chests, I mean my
breasts, feel very strange.  They feel, well, kind of
swollen.  My bra's really tight."

"Oh, my.  I feel so responsible, I had better check you
myself.  Now, how does that feel?"

"Oooh.  That feels...well, nice.  I like the way you hold
me like that, with both of your hands.  But why must you
keep squeezing them?  That really takes my breath away!"

"Hmm.  It's very good that you're not hurt, but we had
better make sure."

"Hey!  My bra!"

"It's all right, Joan.  Now calm down and tell me how it
feels without the bra."

"But I don't have anything on at all!"

"Certainly you do.  You are perfectly dressed."

"I am?  But what about my sweater and bra?"

"What about them?   Oh, all right.  Here, have it your
way.  I'll take off mine as well.  There.  Satisfied?
Now here we are, each of us without a bra.  Is this so
bad?"

"My goodness!  But we're both so exposed!  It's just not
right!"

"Now, look.  Two close friends, and I like to think of
you, Joan, as a close friend, sitting together in the
safety of the dark.  Well?"

"Yes, I know it's safe here with you, but...!"

"It is easy to see that you are a very proper young woman
of high moral fiber who is the product of an excellent
Christian upbringing.  A person like you would never
allow herself to be taken advantage of by anyone.  Am I
right?"

"Yes, that's true, and thank you for noticing.  Not
everyone appreciates that like you do.  But even so...!"

"So, what could possibly happen when two good friends,
girlfriends at that, are sitting together?"

"I don't know.  Probably nothing at all, but I still feel
really nervous!"

"'Probably nothing?'  Come on!  Let's think about this."

"Oops.  I forgot about that.  Ha.  I'm sorry.  You're
right, I just wasn't thinking at all.  I am acting a
little immature about this, aren't I?"

"Of course you are, honey.  Now, back to business.  This
doesn't hurt at all, now does it?"

"Oh, no.  In fact it feels better the more you do it.
But it makes me so breathless, I just don't understand
it.  Oooh!  But I wish you wouldn't pull on my...my nipples
like that!"

"Why not?"

"It makes me feel real funny, all over!  Nervous, kind
of."

"That's very interesting.  Let's try something else.  So
how does this feel?"

"OH MY!  B-but you're s-sucking it now with your mouth!
You're not supposed to do that!"

"I'm not?  What do you think these hard little nubs of
yours are for, anyway?"

"OHH!  I...I don't know!  Babies?  MY GOODNESS!!  It's
really hard to think right now, Sue."

"Mmm.  You don't say?  Now for something a little
different."

"AAAHH!  What's that?  What's that?  What's going on?  W-
what are you doing?"

"Making sure I didn't hurt your beautiful breasts."

"But there's something else, something p-
pressing...pressing and...and rubbing against me."

"Where?"

"D-down there!  OH!"

"Down where?"

"Down there!  Ohh!  Right there!"

"Where?  I can't feel anything?"

"There!  Against my jeans!"

"Ouch!"

"What...what happened?"

"Your darn belt-buckle just cut me."

"I'm sorry!"

"It's all right.  But I had to take it off.  It was
hurting me."

"Aaahh!  It's pressing again!  Right against the front!"

"Let me feel.  My, these are tight, aren't they?"

"No, no!  You're under the waistband.  And it's not in
back!  It's pressing, ooh, against the front.  It's...it's
your hand!  I can feel it!  It's your hand!"

"No it isn't.  You mean here?"

"Oh, you've taken my shoes and socks off!  Why did you do
that?  It's...it's not down there anyway.  I...I keep telling
you.  It's not down, oh my, there at all."

"How about here?"

"No!  Not there!  Oohh!  Please, not my tips again!  It's
rubbing...it's still rubbing me!  Your hand!  OH NO!  It
just got faster!  Please...make it stop, or...or somethings
going to happen!"

"What?  What's going to happen?  Tell me!"

"I-I don't know!  Oh, God!  My tips!  It's so...aaahhh...so
strange.  I feel...I feel like I'm...I'm going to explode!"

"Explode?  Well!  We had better loosen your jeans, then."

"Ohhh, do you have to?"

"Just opening the waist a bit, that's all.  There now."

"B-b-but they're so...low!  Oh no!  Your hand!  It's doing
it again!  It's on me!  It's on me!"

"Quick, lie down on the bench!"

"What?"

"Lie down, so I can find out what you are talking about."

"Ohhh.  Are you sure?  All right.  Oh my goodness!  Your
hand!  Please hurry!  I feel so nervous!  Oh, no!  I
think my jeans are slipping off!"

"Ah, that's much better."

"Oh...oh...oh...oh!  Y-you're inside my...!  Aaaaaahh!
What...are...you...doing...to...me?"

"Just checking something."

"Ooooohhhh, nooooo!  My jeans!  My jeans!"

"What now?"

"My jeans are coming off!  They are!"

"Are you sure?"

"Can't you...aaah...tell?"

"Well, no wonder.  You are squirming so much, you worked
yourself right out of them."

"But I...I can't help it!  I feel so strange!  W-where are
they?  I can't feel them any more."

"Lost in the dark somewhere."

"Oh, no!  My jeans!  I can't be without my jeans!"

"Don't worry.  You're still perfectly dressed, see?"

"UUUHHHH!"

"Completely covered, like I said."

"W-why did you...p-pull them up l-like that?"

"Pull what?"

"Oooohhh!  My...my panties.  Like that!  My...my gosh!  Now
they're too tight!  They're much too tight!"

"You're the boss!"

"Nnnnnnnooooooooo!"

"Don't get up.  It's OK.  They had to come off.  They
were all wet and icky anyway."

"My clothes!  My clothes!  What happened to them?  Where
are they?"

"Just lay back down.  That's a good girl."

"But...but...!  Wait!  W-what are you doing t-there?
Aaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Mmmmmmm.  Nice and tasty."

"UH!  You're...you're...!  Oh, no!  It's happening!  IT'S
HAPPENING!!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

*****

Laura's hips were pounding the concrete floor as the
fingers of her right hand were thrust deep within her.
Her left hand had a firm grip on her right breast.  Sweat
covered her quivering body.  Her open, unseeing eyes had
pinwheels in them.

She never noticed when the door to the projection booth
burst open and the lights came on.

*****

"What's going on here?" a cool voiced asked.

Caught unknowing in the throes of her first climax,
Joan's body buckled insanely for several moments before
finally quieting down.

"EEEEEKK!!" a panting Joan cried at the sudden flood of
light. Pushing herself weakly on her slim arms up from
the wooden bench where she was laying, the horrified girl
looked at the bobbing head in her lap!  The face of Susan
Jennings was wedged deep between her naked thighs as the
older woman continued to send toe-curling sensations
radiating from her surprisingly sensitive womanhood!
Completely stunned, Joan automatically glanced towards
the door to the projection room.  She took one look at
the nude Missy who was still wearing her dildo, and
promptly fainted.

Wondering what happened, Susan looked up guiltily from
her place between Joan's delightful thighs.  "Missy!" she
cried in anguish.

Missy casually stepped over the prostrate teacher who was
deep into her masturbation fantasy, and walked towards
the cowering Susan Jennings, the glistening dildo
swinging hypnotically in front of the 14-year-old's
gently swaying hips.

"Yes, it's Missy.  So what are you doing with my Joan,
you stupid cunt?"

"Now, Missy," pleaded Susan as she started to get
dressed.  "She just came running in here and I thought
that I would...that I would just get her ready for you."

"You expect me to believe that?  I told you what was
going to happen to her."

"But, sweetheart.  You know how much I care for you!  I
love you!  I wanted her for you, darling, not to waste on
that stupid Greek slut."

"Sweet Jesus.  What have you done to Joan?"

"I told you, I was just getting her ready for you!"

"And I told you yesterday, not to interfere.  You wanted
out, so you're out."

"But Missy, I love you!  I know that now.  All those
weeks getting therapy, planning my escape, and during all
that time the only thing I could think about was us,
about you, about how exciting it was being always
together like that.  I missed you so much, even after you
treated me so badly!  I missed our life together.  I was
wrong!  I deserved what you did to me.  But now I want it
to be the way it was before.  I'll do whatever you say
from now on, I promise!  Please give me another chance,
please!"

"No."

"But I've come into some money!  I could really give us a
great life!"

"No."

"But Missy!  How could you want that stupid Greek bitch
over me?"

"That's none of your concern.  You had your chance.  I
give you fair warning.  Stay out of my life.  Stay out of
my school."

"But I've come back!  I've got my job back and
everything.  Just for you, my love."

"Don't bother.  Otherwise..."

"What?  What could you do to me that you haven't done
already?"

"Bertha."

"Oh, God!  Please!  No, not her!  She almost killed me
that time!  A person can take only so much!  Anything but
that again!"

"Then stay away."

"But, Missy...!"

"You still don't get it, do you?"

Missy reached out with both hands and pulled at the
waistband of Susan's smart skirt.  It came away with a
satisfying rip and puddled at the shocked woman's feet!

"Oh, my skirt!" Susan gasped as she automatically covered
herself.  She stepped out of the skirt as she began to
back away from the slowly advancing Missy.  "Missy!
Missy, no!  I know how you get.  Come near me and...and I
swear I'll tell!  I'll tell all about you, about us.
Everything!"

Missy stopped and picked up the tailored skirt.  She felt
the expensive material.  She watched the worried-looking
woman a moment as she protected her sex.  Missy suddenly
threw the skirt high over Susan's head.  Susan tried to
catch it, uncovering herself in the process, but the
skirt went by much too fast for her and it landed on the
floor behind her.

Missy smiled warmly.  She now knew why Susan Jennings was
protecting her crotch from her.  The teen said, "I see
you're finally wearing the crotchless panties I got you."

"Yes.  I wear them all the time now, along with the
garters and stockings that you liked.  I think they're
wonderful.  Just for you, of course, my love, for those
special times when we are alone."

"Well.  That makes a difference, doesn't it?  Why didn't
you say so in the first place?"

"I was kind of nervous.  But I always knew you'd forgive
me in the end.  I just knew it!  I'm so happy!"

"Right.  Susan, why don't you pick up your skirt before
it gets dirty?  We should be able to fix it without too
much trouble."

"Yes, thank you, my love, for thinking of it."

The woman turned and bent over to pick up her skirt.
Missy quietly ran forward on her bare feet and calmly
slammed the dildo into the unsuspecting woman, right
where the opening was located in the crotchband of the
tiny frilly panties.

"AAAHHHHH!" screamed the elegant Susan Jennings as Missy
drove the dildo deep inside of her.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID COW!" Missy shouted as she
repeatedly pounded her hips against the quivering
buttocks of the helpless woman.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

*****

Laura was coming out of her dream.  "Wow," she breathed.
"That was a good one, even if it was a little noisy."

She was laying naked in the projection booth, but her
destroyed mind no longer really cared about anything
other than food and sex.  She was incredibly hungry for
both!

Laura looked with interest at the old-fashioned light-
fixture attached to the ceiling over her head.  Something
fabulous was happening to her sex, and her body would
occasionally wildly erupt, but her mind was no longer
connected to what was happening between her legs and what
it was doing to her.  Laura was floating happily far
above the floor of the old projection booth.  That's what
made the fixture so fascinating.  She was getting closer
to it all the time and she knew that she would soon be
able to examine the light in much greater detail.

Laura idly looked down the sweat-filled valley of her
breasts and saw the ridiculous, stout figure of Bertha
Wolf seated once again between her wide-spread legs.
Faint feelings of panic filled her as Laura wondered if
her nemesis was real or if this was just the start of the
nightmare portion of her dream.

Bertha looked into the teacher's clouded eyes and nodded.

"Good.  You are finally awake.  Now we can go," she said
and stood briskly.  "It's time to get up, slut."

"Oh, but I'm so tired," whined Laura as she wiggled her
raised hips expectantly.  She was far from being
finished.  Besides, she hadn't even gotten close to the
light-fixture yet.  "Can't I just stay a little longer?"

"Come on.  We don't have all day.  The police will be
here soon."

Hearing the word "police" jolted Laura a little towards
reality.

"The police?  Coming here?  Why?"

Laura held out her arms to be helped up.  A sighing
Bertha reached down between them and tightly grasped the
teacher's extremely stiff nipples, then pulled!

"Get your ass up!"

"Oooh!" cried Laura as she quickly if a little shakily
got to her feet.

"Because I just alerted the police, that's why."

Laura looked around the spinning room, but Missy and Joan
were no longer there.  Well, the dream was over, wasn't
it?  Still, something wasn't right.  Laura then noticed a
stranger in the room.  A nude woman was laying on top of
a bench along the far wall, with a rather formidable-
looking dildo strapped to her waist.  The pretty woman
groaned occasionally, but otherwise did not move.

"My God!  Who's that?"

"Someone we shall not be seeing again for a very long
time," said Bertha as she went around the room collecting
stray bits of clothing.  "That is, just as soon as my
friends on the force find her, and the full extent of her
relapse is made public."

"What...what did she do?"

"Drugged and practically raped an entire class.  Your
class."

"My...my class?  I thought it was Missy who...  Why, that
bitch!  So, it was her all the time.  They should lock
her away for that!"

"I think that's very likely.  Now, come on."

"But...but, my clothes.  I don't seem to have any."

"You will not need them.  We're going out the back way."

"Oh, Bertha.  Mrs. Wolf, please!  I can't!  Someone will
see me!"

"It's all arranged.  Missy should be in the principle's
office at this very moment telling everyone who will
listen how this mad-woman, her old counselor, tried to
attack her and her fellow students.  But we must leave.
Now!"

"Oh, my head!  You mean it...it really happened?"

"Of course it happened.  Let's go!"

"And...and St. Joan?"

"Who?  Oh, the cupcake.  She's a little shaken, but OK.
She is with your own counselor, Marion Stratton, and a
few hundred teachers who came in to find out what all the
fuss was about."

"What about...me?"

"You?  Why, you've been home for over an hour now, after
following your collapse during class, probably from over-
dieting.  Stratton called me to take you home just as
soon as Missy had informed her of your condition.  Aren't
cell phones wonderful?  Now move!  Your mother's waiting
for you."

"Mommy?  Wants me?"

Bertha slapped Laura smartly on the buttocks and said,
"Yes.  Now move."

"Ow!  Yes, ma'am."

*****

Inside Bertha's monstrous SUV, Laura sat dazed and naked
in the passenger seat.  She had been without clothes for
so long now it seemed perfectly natural to be like this.

She was so weak and exhausted, she could not keep her
eyes open.  Her head kept dropping forward.  Finally,
Bertha reached over and pulled Laura's seat adjust, and
her seat-back dropped abruptly.  Laura flew back and was
suddenly staring in weak surprise at the ceiling of the
vehicle.

"Rest now, slut.  You've had a busy day."

"Thank you," murmured Laura gratefully, and immediately
closed her eyes.

She felt Bertha's hand slide up her left thigh, and the
befuddled teacher automatically spread her legs.  When
Bertha began gently rubbing the exposed vulva, Laura
murmured, "Oooh.  That's nice.  She said, "Thank you,"
once again, and drifted off into a feverish semi-sleep.

The hand continued to work Laura's cunt until the
slightest touch sent her dizzy head spinning even more.
She could feel her labia throb with each beat of her
heart.  But Bertha would never let her cum, and Laura was
soon desperate with need!

"Please, please," she mewed piteously, as she raised her
hips and spread her legs, half-dreaming of the orgasm to
come.

Bertha never said a word as the devilish hand continued
its work on Laura's white-hot crotch, yet the hand never
took her all the way.  It was driving Laura mad!  Why
wouldn't the woman say something?  Wasn't she human?
Couldn't she see how much in need she was?

The SUV finally stopped but Laura continued to squirm in
her seat, desperate for relief.  When she could bear it
no longer and reached for her own aching breasts, she was
shocked when Bertha Wolf barked a loud, "NO!" and slapped
her hands away.

"You're a good little slut, aren't you?"

In her incredible frustration, Laura could only sob,
"Yes."

"Say it."

Mentally stripped by her overpowering need, Laura found
herself willing to do anything to find relief.

"I-I'm a good little slut."

"Good little sluts don't touch themselves, do they?"

Bertha noticed the hands edging towards Laura's dripping
crotch and she slapped them once again.

"Ow!  But I just wanted to..."

"Never!  Never touch yourself like that again!  Not
without permission!"

"Yes, ma'am," Laura said meekly.

"Now sit up, slut."

As a very flushed and weak Laura slowly leaned forward,
she saw that a familiar battered-looking van was parked
to the left of the SUV.  My God!  She looked around.
They were in the  Manchester driveway!  Laura started to
cry.  She was home at last!

Bertha was still unbuckling her seat belt when an eager
Laura stumbled out of the SUV.  In her impatience to be
home, she forgot just how high the SUV really was and
fell heavily onto the lawn after opening the heavy door.

"Oof!" she gasped after falling full length onto the
thick grass.

Her unfettered breasts swaying, she got up and began
staggering towards the front door, then remembered
something and turned around.  She threw herself into the
arms of an amused Bertha Wolf who was standing in front
of her monstrous vehicle.  Laura started raining kisses
on the woman's face.

"Thank you!" a near-delirious Laura cried, not noticing
the openly lecherous look on Bertha's face.  "Thank you
for bringing me home!"

Bertha worked her denim-covered right leg between Laura's
sculptured thighs and pressed it snugly against her
dripping crotch while she held the dazed teacher firmly
against her by Laura's shapely buttocks.  Bertha
carefully slid her leg up and down over the vulnerable
crotch until a shocked Laura jerked suddenly clung for
dear life onto Bertha Wolf!

"Uh!" she grunted as her body convulsed in a mighty
climax!

It was only then that Laura realized that she was
standing nude in her driveway, the cool fall air making
goosebumps of her naked flesh, the concrete of the
driveway warm under her bare feet.  Groggily, she tried
to push herself away from Bertha, but the woman held her
far too tightly.

"You are more than welcome, slut," Bertha Wolf said, and
squeezed both buttocks before letting them go.  She spun
Laura around and slapped her on the buttocks, propelling
her towards the house.  "Now get yourself home.  Your
mother is waiting."

Laura almost fell again and had to stop with her hands on
her knees a moment to gather her remaining strength for
the long walk ahead.

Totally exhausted and feeling very light-headed from
hunger (she hadn't eaten in so long she was starting to
get severe stomach cramps) and a morning of almost
continuous sex, Laura rose and staggered stiff-legged up
the walk to the front door, her breasts bouncing gaily.
It was too much of an effort for her to even think about
covering herself.

Mercifully, the door was unlocked for a change and a
panting Laura quickly entered.  The first thing she
noticed was the smell of heavy cooking!

"Yes!!" she shouted, and staggered rapidly through the
house and into the kitchen.

The first thing Laura saw was the kitchen table, so
loaded with breakfast foods that she was surprised it
didn't collapse from the weight.  That will do nicely for
a start, she thought.

It was only after she quickly reached the table that she
noticed the angry red flashing of the laptop's monitor on
the table.  The message said only, STOP, but that was
enough.  Laura froze in her tracks.  She looked around
and saw that all of the house monitors were showing the
same message.  It was not a good sign.

Doris was behind the kitchen counter, looking very calm.
Too calm.  Laura started sobbing.  She didn't know what
to do!  She felt like a child who had just been
discovered after having been accused of some horrible
crime!

Doris tossed something at the distressed teacher and it
landed on the floor directly in front of her.

PICK IT UP, SLUT

Obediently, the crying Laura picked up the object and
looked at it numbly.  It looked like a large mitten, but
it was covered in a very soft fur.  She looked a question
at her new mother.

PUT IT ON YOUR LEFT HAND AND COVER YOURSELF, STUPID

Laura did as she was told, and placed it over her sex.
She melted on the spot!  "Oh God!" she gasped in
surprise.

The fur was so soft and she was so hyper-sensitive right
now she almost climaxed!  She lifted the glove away from
her out-of-control pussy.

KEEP IT THERE.  I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU

Laura replaced the glove but couldn't help bending
forward, the sensations coming from her agitated cunt
were so intense.

SIT AT THE TABLE.  TOUCH NOTHING

Laura staggered over to her usual chair, fighting
desperately the incredibly erotic sensations coming from
between her legs.  She gingerly sat on the forward edge
of the chair, not trusting herself on the seat.

She looked up and, instead of a place-setting, was
surprised to see on the table before her a single type-
written sheet of legal-sized paper.  A pen was laying on
top of it.

YOU'VE REALLY OUTDONE YOURSELF THIS TIME

"What?" gasped a completely distracted Laura, who could
only think about what that damn glove was doing to her
sex, not to mention the smell of all of that wonderful
food!

YOUR CREDIT COMPANY CALLED BECAUSE YOU ARE SERIOUSLY OVER
YOUR LIMIT.  THE SPARTA POLICE DEPARTMENT CALLED.  THEY
WANT TO SEND SOME REPRESENTATIVES TO TALK ABOUT POSSIBLE
CHARGES AGAINST YOU: FAILURE TO REPORT AN ACCIDENT, BEING
DRUNK AND DISORDERLY IN A LOCAL NIGHT CLUB, HAVING CARNAL
KNOWLEDGE WITH MINORS (ALL OF IT ON TAPE), PUBLIC
INDECENCY, AND THE THEFT OF SOME CLOTHES FROM A SORORITY.
THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE CALLED ABOUT TOWING AND CLEAN-UP
CHARGES YOU OWN THE SCHOOL, AS WELL AS SOME POSTERS THAT
THEY WANT TO ASK YOU ABOUT.  NOT TO MENTION THE FACT YOU
KEEP BEING FOUND NAKED ALL OVER THE SCHOOL.

WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?

"Ah...ah...ah!" Laura grunted as her left hand moved the
magic glove very slowly over her electrified vulva.  She
couldn't help herself any longer!  Overcome by the glove,
she was understanding less and less what Doris was
telling her.  All she could think about was that
wonderful glove between her legs!  It was so delicious!

I HAD TO LEAVE WORK BECAUSE OF YOU, AND ASK POOR MRS.
WOLF TO TAKE TIME OUT OF HER BUSY SCHEDULE TO PICK YOU
UP.  WELL?  WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY, YOU IRRESPONSIBLE
SLUT?

"Ah...ah...ah!"  Laura sat back in her chair, moving the
glove faster and faster between her opened legs.

STOP THAT!!

Laura's hand froze between her legs, the soft fur driving
her insane!

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.  YOU ARE NO LONGER RESPONSIBLE FOR
YOUR OWN BEHAVIOR.  SIGN THE PAPER

"W-what?" she gasped, helpless in the throes of
insatiable desire.

THE POWER OF ATTORNEY FORM.  THERE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF
YOU.  I'VE WORKED OUT A SCHEDULE ON HOW YOU ARE TO PAY
EVERYTHING BACK, AFTER YOUR RENT AND OTHER EXPENSES ARE
ACCOUNTED FOR, OF COURSE.

"Rent?"

OF COURSE.  YOU DIDN'T EXPECT TO LIVE HERE FOR FREE, DID
YOU?  BY THE WAY, YOU ARE BEHIND IN YOUR RENT ALREADY.
NO MATTER.  MISSY AND I WILL HANDLE ALL OF YOUR FINANCES
FROM NOW ON, AND YOU WILL PAY EVERYTHING BACK.  ALONG
WITH YOUR TEACHER'S SALARY, WHICH WILL BE SENT DIRECTLY
TO ME FROM NOW ON, I'M RENTING YOU OUT TO THE
NEIGHBORHOOD.  $1500 A NIGHT, OR $2500 FOR THE ENTIRE
WEEKEND.  OF COURSE, THAT'S JUST DURING SCHOOL MONTHS.
DURING THE SUMMER, WE CAN EXTEND THAT.  BERTHA HAS
ALREADY REQUESTED YOU FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH OF JULY.
ISN'T THAT WONDERFUL?

"Wonderful," repeated a thoroughly perplexed Laura.  She
had no idea what her mother was talking about!  All she
could think of was how nice it felt when she secretly
rubbed her thighs together on the fur glove.   She only
hoped all of the food covering the glass-topped table
would hid her actions from the sharp-eyed Doris.

"Neighborhood.  Doing...doing what?"

HELPING OUT AT PARTIES, CLEANING, THAT SORT OF THING.
JUST LIKE YOU'VE BEEN DOING.  THEY'LL EVEN SUPPLY YOUR
CLOTHES FOR YOU.  SINCE YOU WILL BE STAYING HERE FOR A
WHILE, BERTHA BELIEVES YOU WOULD BE A WELCOME ASSET IN
HER NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH PROGRAM.  AFTER THE RIGHT
TRAINING, OF COURSE.

"Parties?  You mean like help...helping with the
housework?"

OF COURSE.  YOU MADE QUITE AN IMPRESSION THIS WEEK, AND
EVERYONE WANTS YOU VERY BADLY.

"Wants...me?"

YES, OF COURSE THEY WANT YOU.  THE CHILDREN ESPECIALLY.
THEY LOVE BEING WITH YOU.  YOU ARE FAR TOO GOOD TO BE
TRUE.  THEY ALL WANT YOU TO BE A PART OF THEIR FUN AND
GAMES.  BUT THIS WILL ONLY BE UNTIL YOU PAY OFF ALL OF
YOUR DEBTS.  AFTER THAT, YOU MAY DO AS YOU LIKE.

"But how long?  How long before...?"

BEFORE YOU PAY EVERYTHING BACK?  I'VE WORKED IT ALL OUT
ON THIS SPREAD SHEET I'VE PUT ON THE SCREEN.  IT'S ONLY
FOR ONE YEAR, WHICH COINCIDENTALLY, IS PRECISELY HOW LONG
THE POWER OF ATTORNEY IS SET FOR.  IT WILL NOT BE
NECESSARY AFTER THAT.  THINGS WILL TAKE CARE OF
THEMSELVES THEN.

"Ohhh!  That glove!  Doris, please!  I...I don't
understand!"

DON'T WORRY, LAURA.  JUST SIGN THE PAPER, AND ALL WILL BE
WELL.

With shaking hand Laura signed her name at the places
where Doris indicated.

Doris removed the paper and pen, then placed several
large platters of food in front of the shaking teacher.

THANK YOU, MY PET.  YOU MAY BEGIN.

Laura gave the extraordinary table of food a fevered look
as the fur glove blurred over her sex.  It was not long
before she gave a strangled groan, half stood, then fell
forward across the table, her face buried in a platter
full of scrambled eggs, her breasts covered in jelly and
butter.

Doris looked at the fallen, nude teacher and, for the
first time in Laura's presence, smiled.  It was a smile
full of guile and cunning and lust.

It was not a very nice smile at all.

*****

End of Book VIII

End of Story


Epilogue:

>From the pages of the New Berlin Journal, dated September
31 of this year:

"The unusual attack, or 'incident' as the local school
officials maintain, on several students at the New Berlin
High School last week remains a closely-held mystery.
Because of the ages involved, and to spare the victims
and their prominent families needless grief and unwanted
publicity, no names have been released, nor have any
details of the event been made public.

However, some facts about the case have since come to
light.  The girls involved were all members of an elite
education project being conducted at the school, although
it has been maintained by school officials that the
project was not directly related to the cause of the
incident.  The teacher assigned to administer the
project, Miss Lori Papaduckette, a recent acquisition of
the school, is not believed to be a subject of the
investigation.  According to police sources, Miss
Papaduckette was not even present at the time of the
incident, having been sent home earlier by school
officials for an undisclosed illness.  However, it is
said that the police have at least two eyewitnesses to
the incident, younger members of the class who
fortunately were able to take shelter in a small
adjoining equipment room.

At the strong urging of local school officials, the girls
involved have been withdrawn for their own protection
from the public school system, and have been placed in
the recently established and very exclusive Manchester
School for Gifted Young Women (D. Manchester, owner) to
finish out their remaining education requirements.  The
only non-student involved was a former counselor who had
once been associated with the New Berlin school system,
Miss Susan Jennings.  A recent inmate of the Happy Dale
Sanitarium, she has been quietly re-admitted there after
being found in a state of undress at the site of the
incident.  It has yet to be made clear if the counselor
was yet another victim or, as has been suggested by
certain school officials high within the New Berlin
school administration, was in fact the perpetrator of
this bizarre act.  She was the original developer of the
education project, and had felt despondent at her removal
from it following her mental breakdown last summer.

In an unrelated note, another counselor at the school,
Miss Marion Stratton, has recently been placed on
indefinite leave, without pay.  This occurred after
police received an anonymous tip concerning the presence
of contraband in her office at the school.  A search
subsequently revealed the presence of several "marital
aids" and other items not permitted on school grounds.
Miss Stratton, a close personal friend of Miss Jennings,
has stated to reporters of her intention to resign, in
order to find a job closer to the Happy Dale Sanitarium.
Her position as Women's Counselor has been assigned to
Miss Papaduckette, until a permanent replacement can be
found and she can return to her original duties,
including that of administering the special education
project with a new group of specially selected students
next semester."