Chapter 2 - Lunch
Mr. Harper, the school's principal, stepped quietly into the isolated, mobile
classroom occupied by Mrs. Jenny Mitchell, and locked the door. The faint
clicking of the dead bolt being latched was enough to garner her attention and
bring her mind back into her naked, exposed body.
Unable to speak through the make-shift gag, Jenny squirmed at the edge of the
desk, trying to convey all that had happened to her through animated gestures.
Mr. Harper, a 50 plus, balding, single man sporting an impressive pot belly,
watched in fascination as her full tits jiggled, and shook back and forth.
"Well, Mrs. Mitchell, how was your morning? Were the students well behaved?" he
asked mockingly. "You have to know what a treat it is for them to meet a woman
of your ... shall we say ... stature. My, you are quite extraordinary."
As the implication of his words sunk in, Jenny's body went limp. He was not
here to save her.
"We go to great lengths here, Mrs. Mitchell, to reward our students' good work."
he continued as he brushed the backs of his right hand fingers against the
underside of her full bosom.
SMACK! His hand circled around and slapped against the side of her left tit.
Reaching out, he squeezed her right breast between the fingers and thumb of his
left hand, applying enough pressure to cause her to wince.
"Our students are tested periodically against a state exam to determine if our
teaching methods are effective. Unfortunately, our funds, including those for
your quote - unquote gifted students, are tied to those test results. Equally
unfortunate, we discovered years ago that these, so called second chance
students, couldn't give a rat's ass."
He squeezed and pressed his thumbs into both tits to emphasize his frustration.
"We have found that these hoodlums are motivated only by instant, physical
gratification, which in this case, happens to be you. They performed especially
well, for second 'chancers' anyway, and were thus rewarded with you for the
day."
Jenny's heart sank as he continued.
"If you are to ever make it in this school district, you have to realize who's
in charge, and that, of course, are the students. It's always for the students.
Should you complain about the arrangements here, we can make things exceedingly
more difficult than getting laid and slapped around a bit by some high school
punks. You are in the middle of gang-land here, and that opens you up to some
fairly nasty alternatives. Make no mistake, we will get you, and you'll never
complain to anyone again."
Jenny listened intently.
"On the other hand, if you prove yourself a team player, we can get you into a
gifted classroom in say, 5 or 6 months. You just have to make yourself, uh-hum,
available as a substitute. There are only 4, second chance classrooms, and
they're only tested every other week. Being new, you would be awarded to the
highest scoring class. As the novelty wears off, we will have to recruit fresh
talent, and you would go to the second highest score. So you can see how you
might move through the ranks fairly quickly, like your peers are doing. The
gifted classrooms are truly gems, and well worth working for. So, what do you
say? Are you in?"
Jenny's husband had wanted to make the move to California for years, and would
be so disappointed to lose that. Besides, she knew there would be no way she
could bear the shame and humiliation of recounting what had happened to her, and
it would definitely make the news. What would her husband say? Would he look
at her differently? And then the real threat Mr. Harper had made couldn't be
ignored. Already deprived of her decency and ashamed of what she knew she had
to do, Jenny nodded her head ever so slightly.
"Good. Good." Mr. Harper acknowledged as he slowly removed the tape covering her
mouth.
He gingerly gripped the sopping panties from her mouth and dropped them to the
floor. Reaching his arm around her waist he helped her stand on her spread,
unsteady legs, still securely attached to the desk, and pulled her forward and
down to her knees.
Jenny's arms were still painfully bound behind her back, and at the angle her
legs were spread, the pressure on her knees added greatly to her discomfort.
Mr. Harper bent down on one knee in front of her and forcefully inserted his
middle finger deep into her, and stroked the inside of her vagina.
With his other hand maintaining a firm grip on her shoulder, he looked deep into
her eyes and said, "I just want to make sure we have an understanding. Are you
on board?"
Jenny again nodded her head ever so slightly.
With that, Mr. Harper withdrew his finger, held it under his nose and took in
the musky smell. He then pressed his fingertip to her lips and she obediently
responded by opening her mouth and sucked it in. Mr. Harper then flicked his
wet finger over her nipple and massaged her full breasts. As he stood up, he
unbuckled his belt, and pushed his pants down to his knees. Fishing his
semi-rigid cock through the fly of his boxers, he placed his hand on the back of
her head and pushed her face toward his crotch.
So far that morning, Jenny had not been forced to suck a dick. She had tasted
all the girls' pussies, and had swallowed plenty of cum, but the position they
had kept her in on the desk had not lent itself for her to suck cock. In fact,
she had never even imagined having a dick in her mouth. It was wrong, and did
not belong there. It's not what God had intended.
"Mrs. Mitchell. I am waiting." Mr. Harper stated coldly as though he were
waiting for his morning reports.
Defeated and beyond resistance, Jenny opened her mouth and took in the nearly
flaccid member. The rubbery texture of the head felt strange to her as it slid
across her tongue. Instinctively, she covered her teeth with her lips and
gently sucked on Mr. Harper's dick. Having learned how to use her tongue from
servicing the girls, she let it flit and swirl around, causing a low moan to
escape from the principal.
"That's nice, Mrs. Mitchell. That's real nice." he muttered as his cock
expanded in her mouth.
Though not as big or rigid as most of the boys that fucked her earlier, his
growing cock was filling her mouth as he pressed on back of her head. She tried
to pull away, but Mr. Harper just held her in place. Shifting his position
directly in front of her, he held her by the shoulders and began to work his 5
inch prick in and out of her mouth, and part way into her throat. As she
gagged, he leaned up and pushed his way all the way down, until his balls
touched her chin. She gasped for air as he withdrew a bit, only to have his
dick fed back down her throat.
It didn't take too long for Mr. Harper to reach his climax, and as he began to
cum, he held his dick between his thumb and index finger while stilling holding
the back of Jenny's head with his other hand, letting his hot jizz spray onto
her tongue and down her throat. She continued to swallow the sticky substance
in her mouth as he withdrew himself, pulled his pants up and tucked in his
shirt.
"Very good, Mrs. Mitchell." he stated matter-of-factly as though reviewing her
daily planner. "The kids will be back from lunch momentarily, and they tend to
get just a bit boisterous in the afternoon."
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a small bottle of what looked like
aspirin. Refilling the glass with water, he pressed a tablet into her mouth and
lifted the glass to her lips. Jenny could see remnants of cum floating in the
water as she drank and washed the tablet of Ecstasy down. She was grateful to
be able to rinse her mouth, and was appreciative for what she thought was
aspirin.
"Have a pleasant day, Mrs. Mitchell. I'll go ahead and sign you out this
afternoon, but you'll need to do that yourself in the future. We'll call you
next week to schedule your next assignment. You're going to do just fine, Mrs.
Mitchell, just fine."
Brushing the front of his pants as he walked out the door, Mr. Harper headed
back to his office with a renewed bounce in his step.
"Good afternoon, students." he greeted the class as they passed him in the lot.
