Angela and her Shame
Copyright© 2024 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Angela Candelema is a beautiful, intelligent young woman with a smile for everyone and big dreams for the future. Edward Pembroke is a pathetic pervert who can only dream of having a girl like Angela, but who has the means and desires to humiliate and destroy girls like her.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Humiliation Sadistic Anal Sex Analingus Pegging Squirting Voyeurism Prostitution Revenge
Angela tried to dress up as best she could. She chose the thickest cardigan and least figure hugging jeans she could find. Her stomach was in a knot and she vomited in a side street just before she got into the school.
As she walked in, she could not help but notice other teachers stop and stare at her. “Whore” was shouted out by one of the boys. Some girls giggled and looked at her.
She taught one class, where half the pupils were puzzled as to why she looked so ill and quiet. The other half were much louder and badly behaved than normal. They had all seen the videos and shared them. Some of the pupils had smart phones and showed them to other pupils across the desk. Angela noticed one girl stare at her friends’ phone, open mouthed, then up at Angela, then start to giggle.
Angela went red. She told the class to read the text, and sat at her desk, head down, trying to ignore the whispers and giggles.
After class, a teacher came in, Mr Willets. Normally, he blushed when he saw her, but today he was more formal. “Ms Candelema, Mr Bradley would like to see you immediately in his office. I will be covering your class for now while you see him.”
Angela knew what it was about. She walked to the headmaster’s office, knocked on the door, and upon entering saw the headmaster with four other people, some were governors.
“Ms Candelema, I think from your expression, you know what this meeting is going to be about?” said Mr Bradley, his authoritarian tone rising and different to the ingratiating nature he usually he had, especially when he had recently begged Angela to stay at the school
“Yes” said Angela quietly. She did not meet anyone’s eyes; she sat and stared down at her hands awaiting the inevitable.
“Videos of a pornographic nature of you have been shared widely among pupils, staff and parents. I was getting messages about this as early as Saturday. It seems you made a porn movie and it has now come to everyone’s attention.” Mr Bradley saw no need in beating about the bush.
Angela suddenly perked up. “No! I did not make it! I was secretly recorded, I did not know there were cameras, I was just ... I was just having sex I was doing what adults do ... I did not mean for this movie to be made or for this to get out!!!”
Mr Bradley and the governors found this hard to believe. Secretly he intended to watch the videos later, privately, to masturbate over. But he had already seen them in a professional capacity and they all could see she was enthusiastically speaking to the camera and was being filmed from different angles like a professional. The male had his face blocked out, so probably he had leaked it, but surely she had consented to the filming, and if so she must have known it would come out?”
“We find it hard to believe you did not consent to make this type of movie, from what we have seen of it. You may not have spread it but you must have known when making this kind of movie it would get out eventually.”
“No!” Angela panicked. There was no sympathy and she realised she was going to be fired. “You see ... he was wearing cameras in his glasses but I didn’t know ... and I didn’t see the other cameras ... he never told me!”
“Have you spoken to police?” enquired one middle aged woman who she presumed was a governor. She seemed less than sympathetic and indeed she was. She just saw a pretty young girl who probably loved the attention of men and had been stupid enough to agree to something that was going to tarnish her career. In fact she considered her a silly little slut whom it would be best to make an example of lest the schoolgirls get any ideas.
“I did, but I don’t know why, ... it’s not against the law??” Angela wailed.
“Who did you make this video with?” asked Bradley.
Angela sighed. “It was a man whom I thought I could trust...”
“A man with magic glasses and invisible cameras who gets you to do private things in a hotel room?” interjected the same woman as before.
There was some discomfort in the room. Some governors sympathised with Angela, but they knew she could not teach anymore at the school with the videos and photos being shared, regardless of fault.
“I didn’t know ... I want the videos and photos off the internet; please I can get them off!”
Mr Bradley sighed. “I am afraid, Ms Candelema, that the videos and the photos are on every smartphone and computer of the pupils and teachers of this school, even those who have tried to avoid it! Just googling your name brings up pornography. You have brought the school’s reputation into disrepute with this movie. And I am afraid we cannot advise you on controlling this media online.”
“But I did not make any movie I was recorded without my knowledge!”
“Even if you can prove that, which I doubt, it doesn’t change that the children have all seen you do unspeakable things. Have you spoken to the man in the video?” asked Bradley.
“He ... He did it because he hates me...” said Angela. She did not want to admit that she had no idea who the man was or how to contact him. This mysterious stranger, who had taken it upon himself to ruin her life, for what reason?
“I strongly suggest you speak to him, but if you cannot persuade him to take these down then I cannot see what you or we can do. As I understand you make this type of movie, you are marking yourself for life as a porn start” scoffed the woman.
Angela despaired, they did not believe her! “I would never make a movie like this! I hate pornography! I am the last person who would say I want to be in a porn movie!”
“This is a circular argument” responded Bradley. The fact is, you ARE in a porn movie, several, and I am sorry to say, will be for the rest of your life. And I fail to see how we can argue that you did not mean to be in it, I mean it’s not like he recorded you in the shower or something...”
“The glasses ... there are glasses with cameras!” said Angela
“Why would this man do this to you?” asked the woman governor. Her eyes narrowed. She wondered why a man would do this to a woman he knew who could get back at him. She had heard that Angela had a surgeon for a boyfriend and seemed respectable. From looking at the footage, she strongly suspected that Angela had been working as a prostitute and been filmed by a client, which was why he was so happy to share it. She had shared this with the others before the meeting and they all quietly agreed. The man in the video did not look very appealing even without his face showing. Certainly not in the class of Angela.
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