Chapter 3: Linda Brianne Holloway: Homeroom Teacher of Hasan

Linda Brianne Holloway now watched in horror as Hasan came running towards her and the gorgeous blond teacher knew she had to decide. What should she do? After all, she had never so much raised a hand in anger to anyone in her entire life. She had never had to since, like the rest of the women in the room, she had spent her entire life sheltered in an upper middle class Catholic community. So, the gorgeous blond teacher remained frozen in fear as the fat, disgusting boy waddled right up next to her until he was standing less than an arm’s length away.

“Yo Miff Holloway?”

The horrible lisp that came out from the boy’s misshapen cleft palate made him somehow even more repugnant to the pretty and conservative teacher. Just a moment ago, she had been openly weeping at the savage beating and stripping she had witnessed and now she could hardly utter a response to the disgusting creature who addressed her. A sick terror that the same fate was about to befall her consumed her entire soul.

“Yuh-Yes Hasan. Whuh-What can I duh-do for yuh-you.” Linda was able to stammer.

“I gonna asf yew onfe nifewy. Yew don’t need to get hurt. Now stand up and shuwender your dweff to me. Take it awf and hand it to me and ass you do wook into the camewa and say what a gweat honah it is to give me your dweff.”

It was everything that she had feared and, now, Linda burst into tears and buried her face in her hands.

“Now Huh-huh-Hasan ... trust me ... believe me when I say that you don’t really want to do this!” said Linda as she looked for a way out.

In response, Hasan gave a bit of a shrug. Apparently, the fourteen year old black boy was not interested in negotiating any further. He then lunged forward, grabbed two fistfuls of the pretty mother’s straight blond hair, and yanked her hair with all his might.

“YAHHHHH!”

In response to the savage assault, Linda let out a high pitched shriek as she was now wrenched sideways by Hasan’s vicious attack. She then slammed so hard into the classroom floor that her body bounced before coming to rest. Yet, even despite the ferocity of the attack, Linda was to be given no respite as the moment she hit the floor Hasan was dragging her. In the matter of a few seconds, she had been pulled into the middle of the semicircle while her scalp screamed in pain. In fact, so great was her torture that it was almost a relief to reach the center of the circle, even if she was there so she could be put on display.

“STOP!” now screamed Jennifer, as the athletic, young cheerleader rose out of her chair. Yet, before she could advance, Kasan rushed to block her path and his bulk was so imposing that the fifteen-year-old girl quickly sat back down. Adrenaline was now coursing throughout Linda’s body and, even though she could never have imagined ever being in a fight, she also couldn’t have imagined being in such a nightmare situation. As she now tried to pull herself up into a seated position, Hasan saw what she was doing and kicked her as hard as he could in the one arm she was using to raise her upper body up off the floor.

“GAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!” Linda now screamed as her arm was punted out from under her. She then fell back to the ground as she sobbed and cradled her arm. Wasting no time, Hasan immediately straddled her as he let all his weight land on Linda’s delicate side.

“UHHHHHHHH!!!!” Linda now groaned as Hasan’s full weight dropped onto her side. The pretty and petite blond teacher now struggled feebly to get out from underneath him but she only could use her one undamaged arm. For the other one lay uselessly and in front of her as she lay on her side on the cold concrete floor. Yet, Linda’s right arm still worked and Hasan now grabbed it as his teacher continued with her valiant efforts to dislodge the morbidly obese pig from atop her midsection. As she did so, Hasan was able to use his weight to leverage his teacher’s wrist and elbow so far behind her back that he could pin the fingers of that hand underneath his left knee. Now, with his plaything so easily subdued, Hassan’s stubby fat fingers went to work on the small, plastic zipper that kept closed the back of Linda’s dress.

“NO! NO! PLEASE! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS!” Linda now sobbed as she began to furiously struggle despite the overwhelming pain in her fingers and arm. Yet, even with all of her efforts, Hasan was still able to easily unzip the zipper on the back of her dress down to its lowest position. Hassan started to hum softly to himself as he went about his work of rapidly undressing the gorgeous 35-year-old mom. Still, even with the zipper no longer holding the top half of Linda’s dress together, Hasan couldn’t get enough slack in the material so that he could maneuver the nylon material over his struggling teacher’s shoulder. “No matter,” mumbled Hasan as he reached down behind both Linda and himself. His fingers then sought where that zipper ended its journey and where Linda’s dress covered the small of her back in one intact piece. Then, with one vicious pull, Hasan tore his teacher’s dress open as a great and terrible ripping sound echoed around the room. Whereas before, the two open sides of Linda’s dress had stopped at her lower back, Hasan had now ripped it open past the top edge of her panties and the tear extended to the round arc of her ass that was created by her legs being bent out in front of her. Now, with much more slack in the fabric of Linda’s dress, Hasan was able to easily guide it over her shoulder, only her arm was still twisted painfully behind her back and her fingers were pinned between the floor and Hasan’s bony knee. Before his teacher’s arm could be pulled from her dress, Hasan now realized those fingers would have to be set free and so he first secured her wrist before he lifted his knee. Linda sensed this was her chance and so she struggled with all her might, yet she was no match for Hasan’s weight as he first brought her arm in front of her and then slid her dress down over it. Quickly, it rounded her elbow, went over her forearm, down over her hand and then was finally off. Now, having secured his first objective, Hasan leaned forward as he pushed firmly on Linda’s shoulder turning her onto her back. All this time, Linda still struggled beneath him, at least she did until Hasan grabbed ahold of her flailing arms and then pinned Linda’s right hand beneath his left knee. This prompted another round of loud screaming and sobbing from Linda as Hasan pulled the other side of her dress down her arm, over her wrist and hand until it was off. Only this time it was not nearly as hard since the savage kick he had delivered to the gorgeous beauty’s delicate arm had rendered it numb and barely responsive. Now that both of Linda’s arms had been pulled free from her dress, Hasan also pinned her left hand under his knee before lifting his weight up off his ass. This then allowed the full weight of his obese body to grind the delicate bones in Linda’s hands into the hard tile floor while she screamed in pain and begged for mercy. Even so, no mercy came for Linda and, as her hands were pinned painfully against the floor, Hasan leaned himself forward and grabbed hold of Linda’s forearms as he lifted his knees off her hands. As he stood up, the disgusting pig instead placed his feet on his teacher’s two hands so that it was the soles of his shoes that crushed Linda’s hands instead of his knees. Yet Hasan didn’t stand up straight. Instead he remained in a crouch as he placed both his hands around Linda’s right forearm. His left leg then joined his right in standing on Linda’s left arm while both of his hands held onto her right. Finally, Hasan spun his body 180 degrees by swinging his left leg over her body until it was standing on his teacher’s damaged left arm. Just like Osama had done before him, Hasan now faced down towards his teacher’s feet and charcoal colored pantyhose. He then peered down between his own legs at his whimpering and crying teacher who lay helplessly pinned beneath him.