Chapter 7
Sharon's encounter with Wayne on Tuesday had repercussions on Wednesday. It wasn't an open type of polarization! It was a quiet type of rebellion, like an unusual amount of students with unprepared lessons, or a lack of response to her questions. There was also more conversation in her classes.
Wayne obviously lifted the restrictions. Fortunately, it didn't reach the proportions Sharon experienced her first day. She wondered whether he did it out of spite. He had been put down the other night in front of a newly initiated member of his fraternity. She had also scarred his ego when they were alone.
She looked up at him several times during the class. His eyes mocked her. A sardonic smirk twisted his lips. There was no doubt in her mind that he was behind this minor insurrection.
Fortunately, it wasn't too much out of hand. It was still at the mischievous stage. She couldn't give Wayne the satisfaction that he was getting to her. Sharon tried to keep her poise. Fuck them! she thought! Her vulgar thought surprised her. Aside from her wanton obscene exclamations and thoughts during sexual encounters, she never resorted to such vulgar euphuisms.
The situation continued in her other classes. She didn't think she could endure it for the rest of the term. Especially if it worsened. In the midst of her problem, she thought of Duke Duncan.
He had already tendered his resignation. The word was out around the school. Colden Academy's football success was also due to a clever coach. If he offered her to come along with him, she was ready to accept. The hell with the kids and school! Except for a few boys and girls, these kids were insufferable and spoiled.
She was walking out of her classroom at two when Wayne stopped her. "I have to get to football practice early today," he said. "We're going to meet the new coach. Tonight, I want you over at the frat house!"
He didn't wait for an answer. There was no mistaking the implication of his demand. Sharon knew that if she didn't show up that evening, she would lose complete control of her classes.
That day's demonstration in her classes had been used as a gentle hint. Wayne's demand was his ultimatum! Either show up or else! She toyed with the idea of not showing up. Maybe, she would look up Duncan! Ask him if his offer was still open! Sharon rejected that thought. No! That wasn't the right thing to do.
It was the first of October. She couldn't believe that she had been teaching for almost three weeks. Her days were full and the time had passed quickly.
The weather was cool. Not raw like the wintry New England weather. Somewhere between a choice between a winter coat or light topcoat. Sharon wore a light sweater suit under her top coat. She shivered but not from the weather. Her plan to seduce Wayne and keep him under control had backfired. The brief date with Duncan and her sexual alliance with Owen were the only redeeming facets of her association with the school.
There was something in the attitudes of the other instructors at the school. They weren't overly friendly. Oh, they exchanged social amenities! They also smiled once in a while. In the main, the faculty appeared more like reform school guards. Their time seemed to be more occupied with keeping the classes under control than teaching them.
This was the first time, Sharon really examined her presence at Colden objectively. She was skating dangerously on thin ice. Her sexual exploits left her subject to criminal charges. The relationship with Wayne was a lost cause. So what the hell am I doing here, she asked herself!
What the hell was that part from Shakespeare? It was from Hamlet. Polinius' advice to Laertes! "Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear it that the opposed may beware of thee."
That's what she would do! She resolved to stick things out. Sharon wouldn't let Wayne get the better of her! Her objective thinking shifted. It was now a matter of ego! Hers against her antagonist, Wayne! Her pride wouldn't allow her to be beaten by this conceited little bastard!
As she walked to her car, she met Duncan. "How's about a date tonight?" he offered. "I only have a few more days. I'll be leaving Saturday morning."
"I'd love to Duke," she answered sincerely. "I'm sorry but I have something else doing tonight." She smiled. "But I'd love to take a rain-check on that offer for Thursday or Friday night. Okay?"
She saw his look of disappointment. "I've got some loose ends to tie up those nights. If I can break away, will you accept a date on short notice?"
"Sure!" she said. "Just in case, I don't get a chance, lots of luck!"
Driving back to her house, Sharon mentally kicked herself for turning down his offer. It was a golden opportunity to lend impetus to her own resignation from Colden. She was certain Duke would ask her to leave with him. She sighed resignedly. There was no point in crying over spilt milk!
Her determination to see this matter through was a suicide mission. She seemed bent on self-destruction. Somewhere down the line, she would collide with Wayne. It could possibly ruin her career. In doing so, she would take Wayne with her. Her vindictive thoughts bothered her.
She wasn't normally like this. Her association with Wayne was driving her to this state of mind. Sharon suddenly realized that she wasn't going to destroy Wayne. Rather, he was doing it to her. She was more determined to see him that night. Once and for all, this matter had to come to a head!
When she was ushered into the living room of the frat house, Sharon didn't expect to see the group waiting for her. From the looks of the boys, it appeared that half the football team was present. She counted eight boys including Wayne.
She could feel the growing panic within her. Their lewd lustful glances warned her of what was in store for her.
"Well, I'm here!" she said. Her voice had an inflection of annoyance in it. Inwardly, she was quaking, fearful of Wayne's intentions.
"I was telling the boys what a good piece of ass you were," he answered. "I told them that you loved to fuck around with us kids. And a couple of us figured that the least we could do for you is to let you fuck us. After all, you're our favorite teacher! We oughta do something to show our appreciation. Right, fellers?"
There was a murmur of approval. Her face swung in a slow semi-circle, studying their grinning faces.
She drew herself up proudly. "I wouldn't lend respectability to such a disgusting suggestion. I don't know what kind of lies you have been telling these boys. I demand an apology for your vulgar and filthy accusations.
After that, I am going out to report your conduct to the dean." Sharon tried to create the impression of being extremely irate.
"Go ahead!" Wayne told her. "When the dean gets us down to the office, we'll all swear that you seduced us. That ought to be a lot of fun!"
Her face flushed with anger! "Why you little bastard! Do you think you could get away with a lie like that?"
His grin taunted her. "Try us and see! By the way, we could swear that you used dirty language. That wouldn't be a lie! You just called me a bastard!"
The group laughed derisively. There were comments of "Yen, yeh! Right on! Miss Brookes uses dirty words!"
No woman in her right mind would allow such a situation to happen. Sharon was not an ordinary woman. For years, she craved young cocks. There were eight young eager boys here! Suddenly, she was seized with the desire to fuck them all. She couldn't appear too anxious to take them on. It had to appear as though she was coerced into degrading herself.
Sharon continued her pretense of being forced into a compromising position. She felt the old lascivious churnings fermenting within her. The carnal shivers flashed along her spine.
"Just suppose...." she began, "just suppose I agree to entertain the boys. How do I know you all can be trusted to keep the incident secret! After all, you promised to keep the matter secret, Wayne. You broke your word.
"I don't think anyone of us wants the notoriety of this matter becoming known."
They all nodded in agreement. "Well!" she said in mild impatience. "What guarantee do I have that what happens here tonight will go no further."
Wayne grinned malevolently. "The reason no one is going to talk is 'cause we're going to initiate you into our fraternity. Once you're a member, no one talks. Right, fellers?"
They all nodded in animated agreement, grinning at the idea.
Sharon contemplated the invitation. She wondered how severe the initiation would be. "What will I have to do?" she asked.
"We'll tell you what to do," Wayne answered. "Are you going to be initiated or not?"
She paused, giving the matter much deliberation. With a determined nod of her head, she replied, "All right!"
The group cheered, whistled, and clapped their hands in approval.
Their noisy demonstration excited her. Her conscience was warning her not to indulge in this orgy. Sharon's licentious inclination pushed back the keeper of her moral integrity.
She watched the boys quickly strip down. One of them went to lock the door. The sight of the different sized cocks aroused her sensual desires. A few of the boys started to play with their dicks in anticipation of the treat in store for them.
"Let's make this like a real stag!" Wayne announced. "Take your clothes off and make it sexy!" he ordered.
His demand increased the exhilaration coursing through her. She could see the boys' rapt attention as she begun to slowly disrobe. She removed her skirt first slowly. Underneath, she wore a half slip which she took off by gradually pulling it down. Her trunk was covered with a pantyhose.
Sharon had a blouse on. With intentional deliberation, she unbuttoned each fastening. The boys watched her disrobing with lustful shining eyes. Her hands reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Leaning slightly forward, she removed the bra, letting her full bowl-shaped breasts dangle before their eyes.
Her shoulders shrugged slightly. The twin pink-tipped mounds swung back and forth. Their intense attention centered on her striptease filled the room with silence. A silence that was broken by their heavy breathing.
She reached into the waistband of her pantyhose. The panty portion of the apparel slipped partially over the hips. There was a pause as Sharon exposed the hairy bush between her thighs. She held this pose briefly, then continued with the complete removal.
Standing before them in her nakedness, she was undecided as to her next move. With wanton purpose, Sharon moved her hands up to her tits. She cupped the full breasts, caressing them provocatively. Proffering their succulent shapes to them.
Her hands moved down along her tapered body, down to her flared hips. As though guided by some magnetic pull, her hands slid towards the hairy pudenda. Her legs were slightly parted and bent at the knees. She reached for the thick outer cunt lips and drew them aside. The boys stared fascinated at the reddened flesh of her quim. The glistening flesh of a cunt as eager to taste their cocks as they were anxious to savor her erogenous pussy.
She stuck a finger into her twat, slowly rubbing it in and out. Her mouth issued little murmurs to increase their libidinous eagerness. "Mmmmmmm!" she murmured.
by now, all the cocks in the room were standing in silent salute to her erotic encouragement. Any minute, Sharon expected one of them to come. Even without the benefit of actual contact!
"Who's first?" she queried in a husky sexy voice.
"We gotta hurry up this initiation," Wayne said. "We're gonna do this in pairs. Two at a time!" he declared. He pointed to one of the boys. "You and me first! I want to fuck her in the ass. That leaves a blow-job for you or you can fuck her in the cunt."
His method of disposing of her sexual favors excited her. It was going to be a gang-bang! Two at a time! Sharon felt the lubricating juices moistening her anxious cunt. If this episode resulted in her dismissal from the Academy, at least, it would be a moment to remember. Two at a time! The thought increased the lascivious passions that now possessed her.
"I'll take the blow-job!" the other boy requested.
Wayne suddenly became a master of ceremonies. He directed the boy to stretch out on the couch. Sharon was to bend over his eager cock. Wayne would attack her from the rear.
"You better get some lubricant for my backside," Sharon advised Wayne, "or you'll never get in."
"Don't worry!" he snapped back. "I know what to do."
She looked at the boy whose prick was waiting for its oral embrace. His eyes shone with sensual luster. Wayne had disappeared briefly. Sharon's mouth absorbed the thick stubby prong. The sooner she disposed of the group, the faster this ugly matter would be finished. Not that she wasn't enjoying the role she was playing! She was certain that Wayne had other plans for her after she serviced the group.
Impatient hands grasped the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and parted them. She felt the tip of his prick pass by the flesh on its way to her bung-hole. His cock crown struck the sphincter of her ass. He grasped her hip with one hand for purchase while his other hand attempted to stuff his rod up her hole.
He was grunting a little from the effort. The ass muscles resisted briefly. Gradually, the puckered flesh gave way to the insistent battering ram. Wayne's dick gained entrance to her ass. Both of his hands gripped Sharon's hips now.
"Huhnrr!" he grunted as he exerted more effort. She felt his thick cock forcing itself fully into her anal sheath. His pubic hairs rested against her buttocks that sandwiched his fevered prick.
This was Sharon's first encounter with two boys at the same time. Her body quivered with ecstatic excitement as Wayne ravished her asshole. She clasped the root of the cock imbedded in her mouth. Quickly, she jerked him off while her tongue made half-hearted licks on the orally enveloped shaft.
It didn't take her long to attain the desired effect. The boy started to fuck her mouth. His hips pumped quickly. A deep groan rumbled in his throat. "Ohhhhrrrrr!" His anguished cry seemed to trigger the erogenous mechanism that sent his hot come into her mouth.
Sharon's fist pumped rapidly. She held his erupting cock with her fingers pressed firmly against the shaft. Her mouth was still fastened over the cockhead. The fingers milked out the remaining drops of orgasmic tribute.
Her concentration on the cock-sucking didn't detract from her awareness of the prick that shuttled in and out of her ass. She could feel Wayne's impacted dick fucking away. He fucked her ass violently. His hips rocked back and forth in a frantic velocity that propelled his balls against her thighs. The force of his movements kept his balls swinging, striking her thighs.
The combination of flailing balls and his thrusting cock sent lustful shivers up and down her spine. Sharon wanted someone to work on her cunt. It tingled at this sensual stimulation, leaving her cunt unsatisfied. If only someone would fuck her snatch or rub her clitoris. She could enjoy the ecstatic orgasms her libidinous inclinations craved.
Wayne was making animal-like grunts as his fucking tempo increased. She felt his cock digging deep into her anal canal. He made one final thrust, pulling her hips towards his burrowing prick. "AWWwrrr!" he growled as he held her buttocks firmly welded to his groin. Sharon's ass was filled with Wayne's viscous discharge. The sticky fluid temporarily kept his cock from leaving its sanctuary.
The tight muscles of her rectum reluctantly relinquished its hold on Wayne's shriveling prong.
The two boys that Sharon serviced were very vocal in their admiration of her sexual attributes. Wayne designated a second team to take her on. She was surprised that they also chose the same method of sexual contact. A little argument ensued over which boy would fuck her ass. Wayne settled the discussion by flipping a coin. The winner had the pleasure of enjoying her ass.
It became mechanical with Sharon. Their sexual congress with her wore off some of the luster she felt. There was no variation to the act. It was a repetition of the previous episode.
She sucked off the second boy with less effort. He was so hot that he came at the first caress of her tongue. The kid up her hole shot his load a few seconds later.
When the third team expressed a desire to continue this same type of attack, she protested in exasperation.
"Don't you kids have any imagination? I'm getting tired of leaning over." She clasped her cunt and proffered it to them. "Honest, there are no teeth in my cunt. I won't bite your peters off," she told them.
"Look! We're giving the initiation!" Wayne told her. "If the guys want to screw you any way they want to, then you have to do it!"
"Okay!" she sighed in tired resignation. "Send in the third team!" The two boys and Sharon repeated the same boring routine. At the rate this evening was turning out, Sharon had the feeling that her lust for young boys would dissipate! These stupid studs had a poor concept of originality, she thought. Or maybe their choice was influenced by the reactions of the first duo!
In any event, the third crew finished satisfying their sexual appetites. Sharon turned to the last two boys. "Which one of you wants to be blowed? Or are you going to toss a coin?"
She glanced at her watch. She was surprised that she had dispatched the three groups in a little over a half an hour. Sharon wondered whether a prostitute could equal that many contacts in the same time span. Perhaps her sexual record might make Guinness' Record Book. By this time, the last two should pop their nuts by just looking at her!
Sharon was surprised that one of the boys desired her cunt while the other wanted a blow job! She was grateful for the respite. At least she would have the opportunity to stretch out. Even the floor would be welcomed!
The boy who chose her cunt was taller and heavier than Wayne. From the looks of his prick, he seemed more developed than the others. Considerately, he threw two couch cushions onto the floor. One for her head, the other, to place under her hips.
She began to tingle with the return of a voluptuous sensuality. A feeling that was induced by the impending change in the sex pattern she had experienced. Soon, a gorgeous prick would snuggle between her pussy's hungry lips! The anticipation of such a contact renewed the ecstatic delirium that permeated her body whenever her cunt was ravaged.
Sharon positioned herself comfortably on the cushions. A small sigh of welcomed rest was exhaled. This part of the so-called initiation had some redeeming features.
Above her head, the boy who wanted his cock sucked crouched with his balls resting on her chin. She shifted him a little. Her hands moved him back a little so that there would be little effort on her part to eat him. Otherwise, she would have to raise her head. This would be uncomfortable for her. At this stage, Sharon wanted to enjoy herself as much comfort as possible.
Her cunt vibrated to the touch of the boy who chose to fuck her twat. He had style! More than she could say for the others! His hand explored the erotic snatch. Sharon trembled at his tactile search. He jammed a finger into her moist hole and frigged her, quim.
The finger was deep in the throat of her cuntal mouth. Slowly, he brought the finger out, maintaining contact with the flesh. He moved upwards towards the eagerly awaiting clitoris. She felt a delicious prickling sensation as his thumb and forefinger rubbed the small turgid piece of her clitty.
Silently, she cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me! Stick that lovely cock into my cunt!" Sharon was hoping that her mental urgings would be heard. She wanted to have his phallus impaled within her anxious cunt.
Instead, she received a demand from the boy crouched above her to start sucking his prick. Sharon tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth. The faster she got rid of him, the better she could enjoy the teasing of her pussy.
It was difficult to pay attention to sucking the kid off. The hand on her cunt was making her snatch ache with passionate longings. Sharon managed to induce the orgasmic ejaculation of the orally imbedded prick. The boy stood up. She was now free to devote her concentration to the rapturous emanations that flowed from her tantalized quim.
The sturdy stud shoved his cock into her pussy. She groaned in ecstatic bliss at the carnal contact.
"Ohhhmmm!" She rolled her tongue over her lips to heighten the voluptuous taste of the cock that quivered in her twat.
The rhythmic pistoning began. His cock moved in and out. His penile mobility was unhurried as it probed salaciously in her throbbing hole.
This kid knew what that thing was between his legs and how to use it! Sharon knew that he wasn't going to come quickly. She was glad that he was the last one to fuck her. It was a wonderful way to finish the evening.
He had style! For a seventeen year old kid, or close to it, he was quite a cocksman! As his plummeting rod descended into her cuntal shaft, he grounded his hips. This created a twisting motion that stirred up intense sensual vibrations. In response to his slowly writhing crotch, Sharon answered him with sensuous gyrations of her pelvis.
She looked up at him to see his grinning face peering down at her. His eyes appeared to be taunting her. "You're good!" she told him, hoping her compliment would inspire him further.
"You like it, huh?" he answered. "Beg for more, honey! Let me hear you beg!" He taunted with his cruel jibe.
Sharon realized that he was humiliating her. She didn't care. She was in the throes of erotic delight. A ripple of tantalizing pleasure rolled along the walls of her vagina. The ripples widened spreading upward through her stomach.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she pleaded. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, urgent, as she implored him.
"Louder!" he demanded.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Her voice rose. "Let me have that lovely prick."
His cadence increased. She felt his pelvis striking her hips as he moved his cock faster and harder into her fermenting snatch. Inside her venereal labyrinth, Sharon felt the incandescent glow increasing.
Her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated her respiration. "Uhhrrrr, Uhhrrrr!" her grunts quivered from her lips. "Oooooo! That's good, that's good!" her voice excitedly announced.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Faster, faster! Mmmmmmmm! That's it, that's it! Uh! Uh! Ahhrrgg!" The last sound was a growl of ecstatic bliss.
A forceful spray of male come mixed with the deluge foaming in Sharon's cunt. The hard short bursts of jism struck the sensitive walls of her snatch. She felt the staccato throbbing in her cunt as convulsions of sexual pleasure shook her body.
He lay on top of her in triumphant exhaustion. His body was heavy. She didn't mind the weight. Every nerve in her tingled and she savored the exquisite thrills of her multiple orgasms.
"Okay, okay!" Wayne announced in irritated impatience. "We still have more of the initiation. Let's stop wasting time."
Sharon suspected his annoyance was due to his inability to sexually satisfy her as well as the boy who had just serviced her. She wondered whether the rest of the initiation would be sexual or physical. The boy on top of her stood up.
"That's a real piece of ass!" he announced admiringly.
"That's right!" Wayne agreed. "And we're all going to get a whack at it. Get up!" he ordered her.
She stood up. "Get over to that table!" he told her.
There was a large mahogany table on the other side of the room. As she walked towards it, Wayne and three other boys escorted her.
Apprehension became a tight little ball that rolled, around in her stomach. At that moment, she decided to call a halt to their entertainment. As she started to turn and protest, the boys grabbed her.
Forcefully, they dragged her to the table. Sharon was bodily lifted and tossed onto the table.
"No, no!" she protested loudly. "Stop, stop!"
They ignored her cries. Her body was fastened spread-eagled on the table. The boys used heavy cord to tie her limbs. As she struggled, the bonds cut into her wrists and ankles.
"Get the paddles!" Wayne ordered.
Gleeful shouts answered his call. Seven bare-assed boys scattered merrily to bring back their weapons. Sharon realized that they were going to assault her ass physically. She had already seen their handiwork on Owen's ass.
"Please, please!" she pleaded. "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me! I'll do anything you want!" Her offer was made in desperation. "Only, don't hurt me!"
She was on the verge of hysteria. The boys stood around her, swinging their paddles. Their faces were split with malevolent leers. Tears tumbled down her cheeks as she begged them to let her go.
Wayne rested the flat blade of wood against her buttocks. Her body trembled at the contact. He was cruelly teasing her. Deep sobs shook her frame while she continued to beg for release.
"Yell, all you want, bitch!" Wayne snarled. "No one will hear you. You've been putting me down all the time. Now, it's my turn. Say your prayers, Miss Brookes. We're going to beat your ass off!"
She felt the paddle leave her ass. Her body tensed in anticipation of the blow. "Whack!"
The sound of the paddle striking her fleshy buttocks filled the room. Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She cried out in pain. "YOWCH!"
The excruciating pain of that first blow tore that anguished cry from her throat. It seemed that her ass was on fire. The second blow ripped another cry of suffering from her. Her entire body was twisted from the agonizing conflagration that consumed her buttocks.
"WHACK! WHACK!" The paddle struck two more times. Her body writhed in pain. She was hysterical. Disoriented phrases poured from her lips.
"No, NO! Stop! You mustn't! It's no good! I'm dying! You're killing me! The pain, the pain! Save me, save me! I won't do it anymore! I'm leaving! Fuck me, fuck me! Let me suck you off! You're crazy, you're crazy! I'm crazy! No more, no more!"
Wayne struck her a half a dozen times. Each blow viciously delivered was a branding iron applied to her ass. Sharon thought she could feel the violent heat from her battered ass radiating over her shoulders.
A second boy took his place to deliver his punishing paddle against her ass. Through the cacophony of her cries, the noise of the paddle, and the group's raucous comments, came another sound. Someone was banging on the door!
There were shouts with the banging! In Sharon's tortured condition, she couldn't distinguish the words.
Someone was demanding entrance! There was an angry urgency in the demand! The paddling stopped.
"That's the Duke!" one of the boys said. There was panic in his voice. "What are we going to do?"
"Shut up!" Wayne snapped. "Let me think!" The pounding at the door stopped. It sounded as though the door was being broken down.
"Cut her loose, grab her clothes, and dump her out of here!" Wayne ordered. Too late! The door tore open with a loud splintering of wood.
Duncan and Owen charged into the room. Fury twisted the coach's face. He handed a pocketknife to Owen. "Cut Miss Brookes loose!"
Duncan grabbed the paddle out of the hands of the youth standing in back of Sharon. He swung it sharply against the buttocks of the boy. The boy cried out in pain.
Duncan turned to Wayne. "You dirty little bastard!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to break your fuckin' head!" Duncan threatened.
He swung the paddle at Wayne's head. The boy reacted with the trained reflexes of an athlete. Wayne moved his paddle in the path of the flailing wood in Duncan's hand. The force of Duke's ferocious swing knocked the paddle free from Wayne's hand.
Wayne backed away from the avenging Duncan. "Don't ... don't touch me! You can get into big trouble!" he warned Duncan. The threat was a desperate attempt to prevent Duncan from injuring him. Duncan followed him, menacing him with the paddle.
"You dirty little bastard!" Duncan uttered the words with venom. "You're pretty fuckin' tough when you have your victim all tied up. Or you're bullying some little kid! Let's show everybody that you have no balls when the odds are a little even."
Wayne continued to back up, shaking his hand at Duncan. Fear reflected in his voice. "Shit, man! The odds ain't even! You're older and bigger than me! Do you think I'm out of my skull to take you on?"
by this time, Owen had freed Sharon. Tenderly, he helped her off the table. "Don't worry, Miss Brookes," he assured her, "everything is all right now."
She stood by the table, her legs shaking. She felt thoroughly degraded by this episode. Her imprudent involvement in this episode had brought disgrace and humiliation to her.
Her legs trembled from the pain and trussed up position she had been in. While she held onto the table for support, Owen picked up her clothes. Painfully and with effort, she dressed as best as she could. , She watched the tableau of Duncan stalking Wayne in an attempt to lay his hands on the boy. "Let him go!" she said weakly. Sharon didn't want Duncan to get into trouble. Duncan's violent wrath would only destroy his new career. It was bad enough that her career was at an end. Why have others unnecessarily involved!
Duncan's opportune rescue had earned her grateful thanks. All she wanted was to get out of this nightmare! Sharon was hoping it was really a hellish nightmare! That the incident never happened! Unfortunately, it did! The severe pain that wracked her body attested to the fact it was real.
Leaning on Owen for support, Sharon shuffled towards the door. "Please, Duke, I want to get out of here. Leave him alone and take me home," she said tiredly.
"We're not finished yet!" Duncan said, waving the paddle at Wayne. "When I get back here later, your ass better be out of here." He flung the paddle viciously at Wayne.
Wayne ducked and fled away. Duncan hurried to Sharon. "You're either the stupidest broad I ever met or the sexiest! I haven't made up my mind yet. How do you feel?" he asked concernedly. She nodded weakly.
"What the hell ever possessed you to get involved like this?" he asked. "This was the big date you had tonight!" his sarcastic comment reflected his annoyance. "If you had gone out with me, you wouldn't be in this mess now!"
"Please, Duke, no sermons! I'm tired, hurt, humiliated, and who knows what else! Just get me home and forget about me!" Sharon said.
"I can't! Do you know that in some cultures when you are rescued, you owe your life to that person! I should have been more persistent with you," he chided himself. "If I had, you wouldn't be in this mess now."
"What's going to happen to me?" Sharon asked. "Do you think they'll add criminal charges in addition to throwing me out? You know, corrupting the morals of minors!"
"Don't worry, Sharon! I still have a lot of clout around here. I don't think you'll have too much flak," he told her.
"Thanks, Duke!" she told him. "I appreciate all that you have done for me."
They reached the car. Sharon found it difficult to sit down, Duke suggested that she kneel on the seat. She turned around, her knees resting on the seat cushion. Her hands were on the back rest of the car. Her eyes met Owen's concerned look as he sat in the back.
"Don't thank me," Duke said. "The hero of this little episode is Owen. He heard about Wayne's plan. We would have been there sooner. Unfortunately, Owen couldn't find me in time for us to arrive earlier."
She nodded towards the boy. "That was a wonderful thing you did, Owen. You're going to be in some trouble now with the boys. I'm grateful to you also."
Duncan drove the car slowly to insure a comfortable ride for Sharon. "Don't worry about Owen! When this is all over, there's going to be a lot of changes around here. There won't be any kind of retaliation against him for his intervention."
They drove up to the doctor's cottage. Sharon was helped into the office. Duncan explained the situation to the doctor. The medico listened to their story.
"Seems to be an epidemic around here," he dryly commented. "We don't need a G.P. here. At the rate we're going, we may have to hire a proctologist." He ushered Sharon towards his examination room. "I know, I know!" he said in anticipation. "I'm not to report this to anyone. It's a damn good thing these aren't gunshot wounds. I'd be in a helluva fix. "All right, Sharon, let's see what we can do for you! If you'll pardon the vulgarity, let's see if we can fix your ass after someone fixed it for you!"