Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

…"But at my back I always hear

Time's winged chariot hurrying near:

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity."

She read woodenly, wrapped in her frozen shell of muscle and bone though her heart was beating wildly at the words of the poet who lived so long ago and showed by his words that he too felt all the terror and pain and joy of ordinary mortals.

A commotion at the back of the room caused Valerie to look up, holding her place on the printed page with one finger as her voice died away. Three large boys were swaggering in followed by Taylor Crane. Oh God! Couldn't she even have been spared him today!

He raised one hand as though commanding her to come closer. Obediently, Valerie walked the length of the room as though walking the plank, as though all expectations would end forever when she reached him.

"Miss Fenton. You have three new students," Crane smiled maliciously. "Augie Norberg here, Ralph Campbell and Dick Lingert. The boys didn't much like continuation school and thought they'd like it better here. I felt you could handle it," he mocked sarcastically.

The boys did not look like boys to Valerie. Their beards were fully developed and grew in untidy stubble on their hard faces. My God, they must be at least 19 to 20. Continuation school was for drop outs and was taught by a tough male teacher. If he couldn't handle these students how could she be expected to? But, of course, Taylor Crane did not expect her to. It was simply another piece of strategy to prove her incompetence and the school's inefficiency.

But there was no fight left in her… not today. She nodded dumbly, not meeting Crane's eyes. There seemed no one's eyes that she could ever meet again… not after last night. "I will leave them to you," he gloated as he went out the door, his cruel lips smiling triumphantly.

The day was a nightmare and by the end of it, Valerie felt so bruised and battered emotionally that she was in a state of shock. As she had expected the "boys" Crane had brought to her had completely interrupted anything she tried to do. They had made a mockery of teaching and had left the whole class a shambles. Even Mike could not handle them and didn't even try very hard. In desperation, Valerie dismissed school early and it was a relief to everybody.

She knew she could not get through another day. When they'd gone, she automatically began cleaning out her desk. Her tired brain seized on resignation. That's what she'd do. Resign today this very afternoon… and never have to face this place again. Rio Sur had become her chamber of horrors. She didn't even try to plan what she'd do beyond that. In fanatic frenzy she pulled books and papers out of the drawers.

There was a sudden banging on the door which set her heart pumping frantically. Oh God! She couldn't stand any more today. Valerie rose, leaving her papers piled haphazardly, and went, reluctantly, to the door.

She opened the door. Bobby Landers stood there, a twisted grimace of a smile on his face.

"Hello there, Teach," he began.

Swinging the door, hard, she tried to slam it in his face. Bobby was too quick for her; he swung his foot forward, wedging it between the door and the jamb. He pushed the door open against her puny, woman-strength and walked boldly into the schoolroom. He was followed by the three new boys, grinning lasciviously. The last boy in closed the door.

Instant terror struck her; she shrank back away from them, looking with horrified eyes from one to the other of the four hard faced young boys.

Bobby stepped toward her while the other three lounged easily near the door. Valerie stepped backward a step, keeping her distance.

"W-what do… y-you want…?" she managed, trying not to show her terror.

Smoothly, seductively, Bobby began, "I've been telling the boys here what a great teacher you are… how much you taught me last night." He grinned suggestively.

Valerie knew, then, what his angle was. She stepped back another step and said, "I don't want t-to hear it!"

Bobby moved smoothly toward her.

She shouted, her voice terror-stricken, "Don't you dare touch me! G-Get out! All of you!"

Running forward, she dodged the boy's advance and made for the door; the larger of the three boys grabbed her, easily, clamping a hand over her mouth.

"Got you, teacher baby!" he gloated.

Bobby Landers stepped up in front. of her, his ferret-eyes glinting with anger.

He grated out at her, "Now, listen, you little bitch…! We're going to have a nice quiet afternoon together… here in your snug little school… And, you're going to cooperate!"

Valerie struggled in the big brute's bear-hug, attempting, desperately, to free herself. He laughed deep in his huge barrel chest.

"Don't waste your strength, Baby! You're not getting away from me!" he warned.

"Take her into the library, Augie," Bobby ordered.

Valerie felt herself deposited on the huge world map one of them jerked from the wall to throw on the floor. Augie, now bending down over her, his big hand still clasped over her mouth, grinned lewdly into her face.

"This'll be fun for you, too… if you want it to be!" he suggested.

Producing a wide roll of adhesive tape from his pocket, Bobby tore off a generous strip, wadded his handkerchief into a ball, and reaching down forced her jaws open with thumb and forefinger.

"O.K., Augie… Take your hand away! he said.

Augie removed his hand from her mouth, and Bobby stuffed the handkerchief between her teeth, quickly applying the adhesive across her lips to make an effective gag.

"This doesn't have to stay on," Bobby Landers said. "Whether it stays… or comes off… is up to you…!"

The girl's fear-glazed eyes, wide open, pleading with them looked up to see the four boys looking down at her, salaciously, lewdly, lasciviously, their lustful eyes devouring her voluptuous figure.

"When do we undress her… Bobby?" Augie asked.

"Anytime… Right now… if you want to…" Bobby croaked, sitting down on the floor and reaching for one of her feet, he quickly removed one, then the other of her shoes, dropping them carelessly. God! They're actually g-going to r-rape me All four… of them! What can I do…?" Oh, God!… hear me…! Hear my prayer! I'm so alone… and so helpless! Please…? Help me! Oh, HELP ME!

Augie reached down to the neck opening of her blouse, his big hand grabbing the thin material, his brown eyes dancing lewdly in his head. He chortled, "Hot damn! I've always wanted to do this to a teacher!" His hand slashed downward, ripping her blouse to shreds; again, and again, he grasped and ripped until he had it all off, the torn pieces of material scattered around the room like confetti.

Meanwhile, Bobby had unhooked and unzipped her skirt, hauling it down over her legs, roughly, exposing the tapering golden columns to their sex crazed gaze. Valerie kept her legs clamped tight together. She knew what the sight of her body was doing to these boys, but she could do nothing to turn them off. She looked up at the one called Ralph. He stood as though he were mesmerized, gazing intently at her loins, the whiteness of her panties, with thin strands of soft blonde pubic hair curling out, somehow holding him entranced.

The other one, Dick leaned over her, a long switchblade knife in his hands. Valerie screamed, the gag making it silent, as he used the knife, the blade chill against her crawling flesh; he slipped the knife expertly under the straps of her brassiere, the keen edge severing them like butter; then a third time, between the cups, his knife snicked, and he plucked the bra from her, exposing the magnificent, full, rounded orbs of her breasts to the four rape-bound boys.

Bobby Landers reached to the waistband of her panties; he started to tear them from her, ripping them to shreds.