X.
After slamming shut the door on my side, Mr Tarver got in the car himself.
"Mr Tarver..." I made one last attempt to explain the situation as he started
the engine. "Shut up! You whore!" He barked and turned to face me. I was
so scared that he was going to hit me again that I immediately shut up and
curled myself up, trying to stay as far away from him as possible. He drove
on without a word, and I just sat that, shaking quietly.
We arrived shortly at what seemed to be his house. He parked inside
the garage and dragged me out of the car and threw me onto the ground, then
he went out as I struggled to get up. He came back holding one end of a
gardener hose. Before I could grasp what was going on, he turned the hose
on and immediately a cold jet of water hit me right on the face. "Urrgh!"
I let out a grunt of dismay, closed my eyes and turned my head away, but
Mr Tarver kept the water aiming at me. "Clean yourself up! Wash all that
scum off you dirty slut or I'll do that for you!" Mr Tarver barked. Defeated,
I began rubbing my face and washed the cum off it. "And the rest too!"
Mr Tarver barked again, and I knew there's nothing I could do but to obey.
My clothes were totally wet by now and, blushing with shame, I took them
off and stood in front of my English teacher totally naked. "C'mon slut!"
Mr Tarver ordered while eyeing my body up and down, "get going!" Reluctantly
I began washing myself, rubbing wherever Mt Tarver was aiming his hose at.
I jumped when the water hit my pussy, which brought me another series of
abuse from him.
"Stand still and wash that dirty cunt of yours clean, you worthless
slut!" Normally I would be shocked to hear a teacher of mine talking like
that, but now all I could think of was to do as he said. I kept washing
and he kept spraying water on my pussy for ages, until he was finally happy.
Then I was ordered to turn around. "Tell me, slut," Mr Tarver said panting,
"is your ass as dirty as that fucking cunt of yours? I bet a slut like
you has been used that way too! Answer me!"
"Y--yes, sir," I whimpered. "I know it! I know it!" Mr Tarver was almost
shouting. It was so humiliating when he told me to spread my asscheeks with
my hand so that he could see more clearly, and he went berserk when he saw
all the cum stains around my asshole. "Tell me slut," Mr Tarver asked panting,
"how many times have you been fucked in the ass last night?" "Er---t--three,
" I answered hesitantly. I was so scared that I couldn't remember for sure,
but that seemed to be the answer that he wanted, as there was now a lewd
grin on his face. "And your cunt, how many times?" He continued as I washed
my ass, "what about your mouth? And have you been fucked by several guys
at once? How many?" It was horrible having to answer all these questions
from this pervert who was my teacher, but he just went on and on. He wanted
every detail of the night before, how it felt to have a cock up my ass,
did the guy enjoy it himself and all that. He did ask me who the boys were,
but seemed to be satisfied already when I told him that they were members
of the football team so that, when I was still hesitating whether I should
mention the name of the guys, he was already asking me another question.
I guess all he wanted was something to fuel his imagination, and the fact
that they were "guys from the football team" was already enough.
It was still early in the morning, and by the time Mr Tarver finally
finished his questioning and turned off the hose I was shivering. I looked
around for something to dry myself with, but Mr Tarver didn't care. Instead,
he told me to take my wet clothes and hang them outside to dry. "C---can
I have something to put on, Mr Tarver, please?" I pleaded timidly. "What?
You don't like showing off your body now? You enjoyed it so much in school!"
He snapped. I let out a sigh and picked up my clothes, but Mr Tarver was
still unhappy. "Listen you cunt!" He hissed as he grabbed my arm and twisted
it, "you'd better show me some respect or you're in big trouble!"
"Ow! Ow!" I cried out of the pain as tears went down my cheeks. "Ah,
Ah! Please, Mr Tarver, I'm, I'm sorry! Please!" When he let go of my arm,
I didn't dare say anything and just hurried outside. I saw several clotheslines
next to the garage and went over there to hang my T-shirt and jeans up,
leaving my sandals on the ground. Although I was between the garage and
the wall and was partly hidden by the garage, someone could still see me
from the front of the house, so I kept my body crouched down. When I was
done, Mr Traver ordered me to get in the house. I headed back towards the
garage but Mr Tarver pushed me away, which meant I would have to cross the
lawn and enter the house from the front door. "I said go you useless whore!"
Mr Tarver barked when he saw me hesitate. Not wanting to be hit again, I
hurried across the lawn, with him following.
Once we're inside, Mr Tarver dragged me to a table in the middle of
the dining room. "Bend over, slut!" He hissed, "it's time you learn your
lesson!"
I resigned myself to fate and complied. I bent down and rested my elbows
on the table. In this position I couldn't see Mr Tarver's face, but I could
hear him panting, and there was some other noises too. I expected him to
fuck me at any moment, but suddenly there was a "swish!" sound and Whack!
I felt like my ass was branded by a hot iron.
"Ooooow!" I howled in pain and turned around to see what was going on.
To my horror, I saw Mr Tarver standing behind me with a long, thick wooden
ruler in his hand. "Get back in your position! Hold still and take your
lesson you slut!" Mr Tarver barked at me. He had a madman's look in his
eyes, and I was really scared. I thought he was going to kill me, and was
just too scared to do anything except to obey him. Biting my lip, I turned
around and waited for the next stroke. Whack! I was hit again and I let
out another cry of pain. Whack! Whack! Mr Tarver went on, and I felt like
my ass was on fire. When he finally stopped, I was no longer crying out.
I was just whimpering, with my body trembling with all that pain and my
face wet with tears. For a long time nothing happened, but I could still
hear Mr Tarver's panting. I turned around to take a peek, and saw that Mr
Tarver already had his trousers undone, and was stroking his erect cock.
When he saw he staring at him, he looked stunned and embarrassed. "What
are you looking at, you slut!" He hissed, "turn around!"
Not wanting to get any more of Mr Tarver's "lesson", I quickly turned
around. Then I felt his hands grabbing my hip and the tip of his cock at
my pussy, and we both let out a grunt as Mr Tarver entered me. Although
I did come when I was forced to have sex with those guys, and although after
even such a painful spanking with the ruler my pussy had still managed to
get a bit wet, this time I didn't feel any pleasure at all when Mr Tarver
was fucking me. I was so scared, and Mr Tarver was so rough. He fucked me
forcefully, pushing my whole body forward every time he thrust forward,
and he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them cruelly. I felt my breasts were
suffering a lot more than they did in the hands of all the guys. What's
worse, Mr Tarver was leaning on me, with his face real close to mine. He
was panting and murmuring something unintelligible, and was also drooling
so that soon my left cheek and the back of my neck were all wet. God this
is horrible, I thought as I grunted under his forceful fucking. Then Mr
Tarver began to increase his tempo, and I knew he was about to come. Soon
he was moaning loudly, and then he held me tightly and I could feel him
shooting hot jets of cum inside me.
Mr Tarver was still holding me tightly after he stopped coming, and
I felt so disgusted. Suddenly he pulled out completely, pushing me away
at the same time, so hard that I bumped onto the table. "Oh no, oh no!"
He whimpered, "You've seduced me! You whore!"
Excuse me? I've seduced you? I thought angrily, but I was both too weak
and too scared of him to retort. But Mr Tarver kept on talking, until his
worked himself into a rage. "It's all your fault! I don't want to see you
again!" He scolded me as he grabbed my arm and forced me to get up. "You're
a slut and you need to be taught a lesson!" He said incoherently as he grabbed
my chin and squeezed it real hard. "A lesson! You understand?" My eyes were
swelling with tears again because of the pain, and I couldn't speak, only
managing to nod a little. "You! You must come here every Saturday morning!
And I'll correct your behavior! Is that clear?" He hissed, and I struggled
to nod again. Finally, he let go of my chin, but while I was still rubbing
my poor chin, he immediately pushed me towards the door. "Go away! Go away
from me you dirty slut!" He said as he opened the door and pushed me out.
I let out a cry of pain as I fell onto the ground, butt-naked. Immediately,
I got up and ran for my clothes. They were still wet but I didn't care.
I just wanted to go home and get away from this psycho. I quickly put on
the wet clothes and almost ran all the way home.
My hands were still shaking when I got home, and I was struggling with
my keys when I heard Stacy's voice. "Callie!" I turned around and saw her
running out of her house, with Pam behind her. Oh, no! "What do you think
you're doing you little sl---" Her words trailed off when she came closer
and saw my face. I didn't have a chance to look at a mirror yet, but I knew
my face must have been bruised. "Ohmigod Callie what happened?" Stacy exclaimed.
It was the first time since the "incident" that there was any concern in
her voice, and I just couldn't hold back any longer and began to cry. "Don't
cry Callie," She said as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. She took
the keys from my hand, opened the door and led me inside, with Pam following
us, "tell us what happened."
Stacy and Pam were certainly angered when they heard what the boys had
done. Pam was going to say something, but Stacy stopped her and told me
to go on. They looked incredulous when I told them how I was caught by Mr
Tarver. "Tom Tarver! That scum!" Stacy exclaimed, "I knew he's a pervert
but I never thought he'd have the guts to do that kind of thing!" Although
she sympathized with me, Stacy was still cruel from time to time. When I
told her how Mr Tarver hosed me clean and made me hang my clothes to dry
naked, she grinned and said to Pam, "now that sounds interesting! Why didn't
we think of that?" But when I told her how hard Mr Tarver had spanked me
wit the ruler, she was concerned again and told me to take off my clothes
to show her. Having to undress in front of Stacy reminded me of my ordeal,
but I was still glad to get out of my wet clothes.
Stacy and Pam gasped wide-eyed when they saw my ass. After the gangbang,
my body was covered with bruises, especially my breasts, with all the constant
pawing they had received, but they were nothing when compared to the welts
on my butt. I didn't have a chance to look at them carefully when I was
with Mr Tarver. But now, turning around, I could see part of the welts,
which had now turned a horrifying dark-red. When Stacy reached out to touch
them, although she was very careful, I still yelped and jumped with the
pain.
"I don't believe it, that bastard!" Stacy whispered, "what do you think?"
she asked, turning to Pam. "That Tom Tarver is a piece of shit!" Pam hissed,
"I'll never forget how he treated me!" "Yeah," Stacy agreed, "I think even
Callie the Slut is too good for a scumbag like him! We have to do something."
I was almost grateful when I heard that they were going to do something
about my situation, but as the two of them went on, I realized that their
plan was not going to be too pleasant for me, but of course my opinion had
no part in this at all. As she went on, Stacy got more and more excited.
Finally, she returned to that menacing tone when she talked to me, threatening
me to cooperate with them completely. As if that wasn't bad enough, she
warned me that, although they would call of this week's photo session, I
would be punished for "collaborating" with their boyfriends. "Take good
care of your sorry ass, slut," Stacy said smirking as they began to leave,
"I want it fresh when I kick it myself!"
