Chapter 2: The Following Week

MONDAY

Over the weekend, I had seriously considered packing in my job and looking elsewhere as I recognised my position in school was badly compromised. I looked at my mortgage, my car and put such thoughts onto a back burner. I decided to tough it out but to keep my options open regarding a move.

The Higgins boys were ringleaders in a mixed group of some delinquent and some impressionable, easily led boys. In the short term, I could take action against the Higgins boys following a vicious attack on a fellow pupil the previous week. I had prepared a report for the Headteacher who interviewed a number of boys and confirmed the details in my report. The Higgins boys were suspended from school with a recommendation they be transferred to a Special Unit dealing with such cases.

I also isolated a few of the boys who had taken part and basically put the fear of god in them by hinting at police action.

Without the Higgins boys to lead them, I kept a lid on the situation as I was unwilling to take the matter to the authorities as a side effect of the drug or drugs used on me was an uncertain memory of the events of Friday evening. I was fairly sure of the involvement of one or two boys but not totally certain as faces floated back and fore in a hazy memory.

Those who had taken part seemed to have decided to keep quiet although I heard one or two unattributed whispers during the week. I began to relax, especially when a couple of previously absent teachers returned and a few minor changes in my teaching timetable split the Higgins band of outlaws.

Friday afternoon, I needed to restock my teaching cupboard and decided to use a free period at the end of the day to do so. I had a list of items to get from the cellar storeroom and a trolley to cart the material back to my cupboard.

I took longer than I had anticipated, and I was collecting a second trolley-load when I heard the end of school bell. I carried on working knowing that the caretaking and cleaning staff would be at least another hour or so before locking up. I became conscious of being watched and turning towards the door, I thought I saw Henry, the caretaker’s grandson disappear from view. I believed he had been one of the boys the previous week

I placed a few packs of marker pens in the trolley and checked my list. All complete and I headed for the door.

Sam, the old black caretaker and his son, Al, appeared in front of me with a grinning Henry standing behind them and I stopped short. Sam came a few steps towards me and held a mobile phone up in front of me.

I stared in shock as my nude image engaged with apparently willing abandon in several minutes of depraved cation with several of the younger boys. “If the police get this recording” Sam whispered with a smile;” They will find the film was recorded on your phone and sent to my grandson.” He paused and let his words sink in before continuing.

“Now we don’t want you prosecuted or fired so if you do as you are told, there will be some harmless fun for us all. Do you understand?” He stepped closer and I looked again at the screen which now showed a close up of my face sucking on a penis surrounded by a sprinkling of red hair.

Sam’s son Al stepped around behind me as I struggled for words. None came, even when Al reached around to stroke a breast while his other hand dropped to the zipper on my skirt. Henry also stepped forward and with his mouth close to my ear said “You do understand what’s involved here, don’t you?”

Al released my skirt which fell in a pool around my feet. While Sam’s fingers swiftly opened the buttons on my blouse. The video still played as my bra and panties fell leaving me naked in the hands of the three as Henry had also closed in on my now naked body.

My will had disappeared and to my horror, I felt my body responding to their probing hands and mouths. Al pulled some bales of towels from a rack against the wall and spread them on the floor and they tipped me, quite gently on my back on top of them. There was a wicked chuckle from the two men and young Henry was propelled forward to lie between my thighs. He did not think twice about it but slid up my body his hot stiff baton briefly nudged the entrance and then sank deep into my belly. I briefly saw Al as he moved away and, taking up the mobile phone, began recording his son plunging his black penis into my white, blonde trimmed sex. Henry was stirring my juices and without thinking my feet curled around his thrusting buttocks pulling him into me. Almost immediately, his body stiffened and he made a neighing sound as he bucked and pumped the contents of his sac into my belly.

The two older men took over with one in my mouth and one in my pussy. My pussy was alive and the smell and taste of hot black penis thrusting into my mouth made my mind swirl. Whatever was left of my mind tried to work out what was down to the effects of the drug and what was due to my own sex drive as my vaginal muscles attempted to milk the pumping flesh in my pussy while my lips, tongue and jaw sucked greedily on the hard velvet rod in my mouth.

There was a brief instruction from Grandpa Al and they all changed places. Young Henry returned to the action, his revitalised weapon twitching in my throat while below, a large love truncheon found a home in my ass and another stirred my belly. My body was covered in sweat as we all approached a climax. I was rocked with a sensation so pleasurable, it was almost painful. As came down, Henry exploded his essence into my throat with such force it nearly choked me. To my surprise, twin eruptions into my ass and pussy sparked another orgasm and I writhed between the two men as they drained themselves into me. I was gasping for air, my mouth, ass and pussy leaking semen and I felt the water battle at my lips, and I again drank deeply without thinking.

I was unresisting as the three of them put my clothing back on me (minus underwear) and I tried to make sense of their discussion. Did someone say “Club?” I drank from the water bottle again as I half staggered, half carried out through the exterior cellar entrance to the car park where we were joined by another black guy, another family member, who I believed to be a local criminal and drug dealer.