Chapter 2
"Are you telling me that you don't have a cunt, Miss Jenkins?" Abner Owens asked, canting his head slightly to one side and peering at Sharon through his one good eye.
"Certainly not!" the young woman exclaimed. "I mean I'm not telling you that. Of course, I have one of those-well, you know."
"A cunt?" Abner laughed. "A fucking cunthole? Then why the hell do you try to tell me that you're not that kind of woman?" Sharon felt the heat burning in her face and knew that it was scarlet. She would have given anything in the world to avoid this conversation altogether, and now the principal was turning it right back on her. She had never been comfortable when men and boys talked dirty in front of her, particularly when their comments pertained to her. But she felt she had had no option but to report the rape that had happened in one of the classrooms right here at school.
"Mr. Owens, I am not one of those teachers that fools around with the boys at school," Sharon insisted for the fourth time since she had come into the room. "We may all be built the same, but we don't all do that!"
Abner Owens leaned back in his swivel chair and folded his hands over the vest that was buttoned tightly across his chest. He was not a big man, but he carried himself with a sternness and severity that marked him immediately as an official who would tolerate no interference with either his word or his work. His hair was parted on one side and the features of his face were coarse and ruddy.
A frown crossed his face, but was slowly replaced by a crooked smile. "You say it was this older boy named Carl?"
The substitute teacher nodded.
"You leave him to me," the principal said firmly. "I'll see he gets what he deserves for doing this."
Sharon was far from pleased by the arrangement, but felt she had to go along in the situation. She knew nothing about the structure of the school or the boy's background. Still, she would like to know what type of punishment would be given, and was about to ask when the principal changed the subject.
"You met the class this afternoon?" he asked.
"Yes, but I don't think I understand much about them. It seems so odd to have students of all ages in one science class together."
"It's a special class for our . . . uh, better students, regardless of grade. They're leaving on a field trip for a few days, later this afternoon, so that's why we had to get you here as soon as possible."
"But what am I supposed to take?" Sharon asked. "Who else is going along to chaperone?"
"I'll drive the bus," Abner replied. "Don't worry about anything except having yourself there at three o'clock."
"I don't know," Sharon said dubiously. "Science isn't one of my strongest subjects. What happened to the regular teacher? Was she the Miss Snyder I heard about?"
A glint grew in Abner's eyes, which Sharon found impossible to read. She knew it was silly, but there was something evil about the man. "It doesn't matter," he said. "Not about the subject or the other teacher. The kids are just going to try out some of their science projects, so there won't be anything to really teach. The other instructor became rather indisposed after something that happened here at school."
"An accident?" Sharon asked.
"An accident," Abner said flatly, his voice indicating that the subject was closed.
He reached under his desk and threw a hid-den switch. A loud metallic noise sounded from the door at Sharon's back. She glanced around from her chair; fear growing inside her as she realized an automatic lock had slammed into place.
"My contact at the agency said you were single and new in the area, so nobody would be expecting you back." Abner looked her over, then continued. "'He also told me you were a good-looking cunt, and he certainly didn't exaggerate about that."
Sharon felt the color return to her face. He glared at her so hard that she wanted to cross an arm across her tits.
"Now," Abner said, pushing her file to the side, "we've got all the general questions answered in your job application except whether you like hard cock best in your cunt or your mouth."
Sharon was aghast. Never had anyone talked to her like this. Even the boys back in her schooldays hadn't been as crude. She suddenly knew that she had to get away from this awful man. Even if the people at the agency who placed substitute teachers were disappointed in her for walking off the job, surely they would understand when she told them what the man had said.
She was across the room with her hand on the knob of the door before she remembered the automatic lock had already snapped into place. She tried the door anyway, confirming that it was latched. Gulping down a lump in her throat, Sharon turned and demanded that she be freed.
Abner laughed, slowly lifting himself from his seat. At five-four, Sharon was more than six inches shorter than the principal and at least fifty pounds lighter. The only advantage that she might have would be in exercising the wiles of a woman.
"Mr. Owens," she said, "would you please open the door. I know this is all some silly mistake and that you're really a fine gentleman."
"One thing you're going to learn, cunt," he sneered "is that none of that feminine shit is going to work here! By the time we're through, the only thing gentle is going to be how you beg for us to beat your naked ass with a whip!"
Sharon was shocked. Never in her two years of teaching had she heard anything like this. At one school, a math teacher had tried to put the hard make on her, even slipping a hand up to her tits under her blouse. But when he had tried to slide a finger into her cunt, Sharon had slapped his face.
The few times she had fucked in her life had been at her own choice, and she had controlled those encounters with a vengeance. A mail, with permission, might stick his cock gently into her cunt, but she wasn't about to touch his hard throbbing prick. Now the principal was talking about shoving cock into her mouth and whipping her on the ass. She felt as though she was caught up in a nightmare-one from which she couldn't wake up.
The principal walked casually over to a tall, upright cabinet and opened it as if he didn't have a care in the world. For the moment he was ignoring Sharon, and she glanced around quickly for somewhere to run. But the door was the only one in the room and the windows were three stories from the ground. Abner was nonchalant because he knew he had the young woman trapped like a frightened rabbit in a cage.
"One of the things we stress here at Wynott is discipline, Miss Jenkins," he said, pulling a long cane out of the cabinet. "Perhaps it's time for your first lesson in learning to do what you're told."
As he closed the cabinet, Sharon stared at the device in his right hand. It was three feet long in total: a long, slender shaft, with a small box at one end, and near that, a handle for his hand. When the cabinet was firmly shut, he pointed the wand toward her, his thumb pushing a small switch. A hum, almost too low to be heard, came from the strange contraption.
"What are you doing?" She gasped as he slowly began moving toward her. The shaft of the device was pointed threateningly at her as she stood next to the locked door.
"I want you to go over next to my desk and strip yourself naked," he said in a calm voice, as if it were the most innocent request in the world.
Sharon was horrified that a principal would say such a thing to one of his teachers, but there was nowhere for her to run. Instead, she slowly circled the room, trying to keep as much distance as possible between her and the demented man. By hurrying, she was able to put the large desk between her and Abner, using it as a barrier to keep him from coming close. Each time he started around one end she would circle the other way, always keeping the desk in between them.
He finally stopped in front of the desk with Sharon on the other side. "It would make it a lot easier on you if you would get over here and strip your ass naked. But I don't like a woman to give up so easily the first time because breaking her in is so much fun."
Using the front of his legs and his free hand, he began to shove the desk, pushing the heavy piece of furniture at Sharon. She was trapped behind it; afraid if she ran to either side he would quickly catch her. Slowly, the chair on its roller came back followed by the heavy desk. Finally, her legs were pinned painfully to the wall and the young teacher couldn't move.
"No!" the frightened woman pleaded as the principal leaned on the desk and grinned.
His right hand held up the long, humming rod and brushed it a few inches past her face. Her nose tingled and the hair on that side of her head stood on end. She knew then that the shaft was charged with electricity and she could feel the static in the air next to her face.
"Now you're going to learn to do what you're told," he said in a voice that was beginning to show his lust. His hand swept down and touched the tip of the cattle prod to her bare arm.
"Ouch!" Sharon yelled as sudden pain ran from her shoulder to her hand.
Immediately her fingers began going numb from the shock they had received. Her arm ached from the brief touch of the electrified shaft, and she had bruised her thighs against the desk in trying to twist away.
Like a conductor before an orchestra, Abner waved the rod in the air. Its tip brushed against her other arm as it swept across in front of her body. Now both arms hurt and hung heavily from her shoulders.
"Take off that fucking dress!" he hissed, easing back the desk an inch to unpin her legs. The tip of the prod waved up next to her face, and there was no doubt in Sharon's mind about what would happen next. If she didn't strip the dress from her body, the awful man would touch the prod to her cheek. She couldn't even imagine the pain that it would cause.
Whimpering, she reached down, took the hem of her dress in her fingers, and slowly lifted it over her head. She dropped the dress into the center of the desk, and Abner whipped the cloth to the side with the end of the cattle prod. Sharon stood there shivering. When she tried to cover her naked tits with her hands, Abner threatened her with the electrified cane. She dropped her arms down by her sides and sobbed as he looked at her naked flesh.
She had worn almost nothing beneath the dress. When she had finally collected herself from being raped in the classroom by Carl, she hadn't even waited to put on her panties. She had wanted to be covered and the dress had done it, leaving her bare underneath except for the garter belt and hose. Now she stood, still pinned to the wall, showing naked tits and cunt to the principal.
Abner sucked noisily through his clenched teeth.
"No wonder Carl couldn't wait," he said, his eyes darting from her tits to her cunt.
Full tit mounds stood proudly out from her chest, crowned by hard full nipples. Her cunt hump was complete1y covered by a soft pelt of brown cunt fur. The lips of her pussy gash sliced vertically up through the hair like a mouth waiting to be kissed.
"Please, Mr. Owens, let me go!" Sharon begged. "I don't think I like this place at all."
His answer was a loud, sadistic laugh. He pulled the desk slightly from the wall, and then he leaned over and snarled the fingers of his free hand tightly into her hair. He jerked his arm, dragging her face down onto the desk. The force yanked her feet from the floor and she was pulled up onto the desk.
The pain in her scalp didn't stop until she tumbled face-forward to the floor on the other side. Her forehead struck the floor, knocking her momentarily senseless as she curled up in a fetal position at his feet.
Wicked pain ripped her from the comfort of lingering unconsciousness as the cattle prod brushed against her naked ass. Sharon's body uncurled, and then she whipped onto her back to protect her pained ass. As soon as her tits were exposed, the long, humming wand touched her on the nipple of her right tit.
"Aaaeeeiii!" Sharon screamed, writhing on the floor.
Her tortured right tit was aching and she held it with both of her hands. Then the cattle prod slapped her on her hairy pussy mound, sending excruciating pain shooting up into her cunt. Her whole body stiffened as she trembled there on the floor.
"Now, bitch, you have a choice," the principal snarled. "You can take a shaft of my cattle prod up your cunthole, or you can have the shaft of my prick in your mouth."
His words terrified Sharon. It was the choice between humiliation and pain. But the cattle prod would fry the insides of her little cunt, and the cock would only fuck out her face. There was really no choice and she knew it; it was only offered as a taunt from the brutal man. Slowly she pushed herself to her knees and stared at Abner's crotch.
She hadn't noticed the bulge in the black suit trousers earlier when he had been sitting down, or during the chase. But now, with her face only a couple of feet from his crotch, she could see the outline of a heavy cock and balls. She gulped, fearful of having his cock sliding in over her tongue, an experience she had never had in her life. When she hesitated too long1 Abner brushed the cattle prod down and touched it to her naked side.
"Ouch!" Sharon screamed.
The electricity shooting through her body made her large tits leap. Her hands lifted from the floor and sought out his belt buckle, and she whined as she released the clasp. Then her fingers slowly opened each of the buttons of his fly until the bulging head of a large, hard cock jutted out.
Sharon moaned, collapsing back onto her heels. His trousers dropped to his knees, leaving a mighty cockshaft jerking in the air. Below his cock hung heavy balls covered with a wild snarl of hair.
His cock was so large, bigger than any she ever seen! It was at least three inches longer than Carl's and looked twice as thick. Almost eleven inches of that raging fuck monster stared her right in the face.
The flesh of his bulging cockhead glistened atop the throbbing muscle of prick shaft marked heavily by thick, branching veins. On the underside of the shaft, a ridge of hard flesh bulged from the beginning of his balls to the base of his cockshaft. The whole thing looked more like a brutal club to beat her with than something to fuck out her cunt and face. The sight of such a huge cock scared the young teacher almost to death.
"Time for some cock sucking," Abner hissed, waving the cattle prod threateningly.
Sharon winced from fear of the electrical device, and one of her hands reached up and wrapped partially around the base of his massive cockshaft. Her fingers couldn't quite reach all the way around the hefty fuck pole. Tentatively, she reached out with the tip of her tongue and touched the cockhead, unable to bring herself to suck it into her mouth.
"Lick it' bitch?" Owens snarled.
He laughed triumphantly when her tongue traced a wet line from his cockhead down to his balls. There was nothing the sadistic principal liked more than humiliating his teacher-unless it was fucking schoolgirl cunt.
Sharon's tongue licked the entire length of his eleven-inch cock, from the tip of the cockhead down to the base of his hairy balls. She was amazed at the lack of taste; there was only the hint of sweat. Before, when she had imagined sucking cock, her mouth had puckered at the awful flavor she expected. But reality was nothing like that; it was simply like licking on a large, stiff thumb.
"Get it in your mouth now1 bitch teacher!" Abner snapped, thrusting forward with his hips. "I want to feel your cock-sucking lips!" Sharon grimaced, but when she hesitated, the cattle prod waved by her side. The small hairs in the pores of her skin stood on end and she knew that the electrical current was about to bite. She braced herself, realizing that she had no choice, then lifted her mouth to the end of his cock. Her lips parted, forming a large circle, and then she stuffed his swollen cockhead in over her tongue. Sharon groaned. Her mouth was full of cock flesh and so far only the prick head was inside!
"That's right'." the principal exclaimed, wrapping the fingers of his free hand into her hair. He jerked her head toward him, cramming more inches of his cock into her mouth.
Sharon almost gagged as his swollen cock-head rammed clear to the back of her mouth. It felt as if she were trying to swallow a fleshy fence post clear down into her throat. Her tongue was pinned uncomfortably to the bottom of her mouth as her jaws were stretched wide. Her eyes watered from the mouth-stuffing pressure and tears streaked down the sides of her nose.
His mouth-fucking cock retreated, the edge of the cockhead scraping along her tongue. The friction stirred up her spit and made his cock glide more easily in her mouth. By the time his cock had fucked into her mouth several more times, her jaws had begun to adjust. The pain of being mouth-fucked had eased up although she still hated what she was doing.
"Clamp down on it, you stupid slut!" Abner snarled at the young, frightened teacher on her knees with his cock in her mouth. "Suck down hard on it like it is a thick fucking straw!"
Sharon didn't know what else to do so she followed his directions. Her lips tightened, until they were pressing hard against the shaft of his pumping cock. She was careful to keep her teeth from the shaft, knowing that if she bit him, the cattle prod would torture her flesh.
"That's better!" the principal said. "It feels like a cunt I'm fucking. Your mouth is all hot and wet just waiting for cum from my prick!"
Sharon gasped. She hadn't thought about that. Cockhead hammered clear to her tonsils, bruising the tender flesh in the back of her mouth. Her mind revolted at the thought of sticky jism being shot in over her teeth. Her mouth closed down even farther, trying to spit the awful fuck shaft from her lips.
"Yeah!" Abner shouted, tugging at her hair with his fingers. "Make that face-pussy even tighter now that I'm about to blast!"
Sharon panicked. Her eyes bulged. The cockhead was swelling even farther inside her mouth getting ready to spit out its load. A desperate whine rose from her chest as a wave of pressure rode up his prick. Then a thick wad of spunk blasted into the back of her mouth from the end of his cock.
She gagged, wanting to scream. In desperation, she gulped the sticky mess down her throat to keep herself from choking. Male cum greased her gullet clear down to her stomach as more spunk splashed into her mouth. Again and again she swallowed. It seemed like the horny principal was emptying his whole baits, rocketing cupfuls of cum into her mouth
The whole time, he held her face pinned to his spearing cock by the pressure of his hand in her hair. Only when his cock had finally dumped its whole load and had begun to soften just a bit, did he release the tormented teacher and let her slump to the floor.