Chapter 10

During my lunch I was approached by a sweet girl. She asked if she could talk and I knew she had something heavy weighing on her mind. I closed the door and said anything she said would be held in confidence. She lowered her head and asked if she had to do the things her teacher made her do. I said absolutely not and asked who was forcing her and what she was made to do. It was a name I thought I had put an end to.

“Miss Davenport told me it doesn’t matter what I heard I was to continue to service her every day. Mrs. B, I don’t like the things she makes me do and I don’t like what she does to me. If she wasn’t mean to me it wouldn’t be so bad but sometimes I have to be careful how I walk or my parents will know something is wrong. She hurts me sometimes when I don’t do good. I don’t bleed but she makes me hurt down there. Please, everyone says you are not mean like her and can help me get away from her”.

After school I had her meet me in the locker room close to the showers so we wouldn’t be seen or heard. I asked to see what kind of pain Miss Davenport inflicted on her. she wasn’t sure until I gave her a warm hug and said not to worry, I wasn’t like her and I wouldn’t take or expect anything from her. she removed her pants and showed me the swelling and redness that was once a normal little girl’s pussy. O touched her and she jumped back. I assured her I was only trying to comfort her and my hand caressed her damaged area. My soft hand and gentle strokes made her feel a little better and I told her I would deal with Miss Davenport and she was never to answer to her again. I had her redress and said I knew a way to make her feel better but she had to trust me. she left and now I had to find a way to isolate that little bitch and teach her a lesson once and for all. Nobody messes with my kids.

I had a sit down with two of my male faculty members. Both trusted, both has shown an interest through others. It could be possible but I think they needed to prove themselves to me first. I told them in plain English so there were no misunderstandings that if they wanted to enjoy the company of little girls then they had to do something for me first. What I wanted was serious and could not be altered in any way. I could see them biting their lips thinking of how sweet it would be to taste a little girl’s pussy and I told them what they had to do.

“We have a bad apple in the bunch. Someone who thinks she is above the rest and needs to be put into her place. I have tried but she seems to ignore my warnings. Do this and I can promise something special as long as you obey the rules in place. Both of you will, and there can be no room for leniency here, attack, rape, and teach Miss Davenport a lesson. I want her to know her body was abused, to know she was treated like dog shit on the sidewalk. Make her remember what it feels like to have her holes ripped open and her throat traumatized. Don’t treat this as a fun threesome, treat her like that girl in high school that tormented you and humiliated you. Make her pay for striking a child and possibly ruining her sexually for life. I want that mother fucker to feel pain, I want her to reach back and feel her ass bleeding. Make her know she is a fucking useless cunt”.

They looked at me and knew I meant business. One asked if they did as asked, how soon would they be able to have visitors. I knew this was coming and I had prepared for it. waiting for me to call them out were two pretty girls that have told me that they wanted to have fun with someone older. The boys were fun but until now they were not allowed to do anything more than oral. They both wanted to fuck and wanted a man to be their first. I introduced them and told the men they were not allowed to do a damn thing unless the girls asked them to. when I left them the girls had already asked to see them. I got a nod from them both as little mouths covered their big cocks.

That night when the school was empty and a false invitation was sent to Miss Davenport for a private encounter she couldn’t resist. The setting would be a turn of events and it was the boy’s locker room she would visit. Once there she was taken by both male teachers. I was there for the initial abduction but left not wanting to see what a true rape looked like or how it affected a woman. Well I can’t say didn’t want to see because I loved the act of force on her or the willing like Cynthia. Miss Davenport was about to learn what it meant to get fucked and it couldn’t happen to a bigger bitch than her.