Episode 362: MANIFEST DEStIny

Chandra Mahkarti was a nervous wreck and her students could tell. She spent her entire first hour class seated behind her desk because of how wet her dress was. Her tormentor Dillon Kirkpatrick had intentionally held the school’s front door to keep her standing out in the rain. Wearing a white dress seemed like the right thing to do once Dillon made his intentions clear but in doing so, she set herself up to be as transparent as Piper Cherry’s leggings.

With her deep skin tone the Indian born immigrant stood out like a sore thumb, her clinging dress shared every inch of her body. Luckily, at the time she arrived for school a majority of students had yet to show up. It was bad enough Dillon recorded her walking from the front of the school all the way to her classroom. The term sexy as fuck was quite verbal on his part. She knew she was beautiful but sexy was still an unknown ability to register at her psyche.

While raised to be proper and refined it was often difficult for Chandra to understand the reality of her body. Never having a true love in her life only kept her at bay. It was not until her fondness for of all people Travis Herbert that stimulated her desires. The problems associated with that however was the fact he was the boyfriend of the daughter of fellow academic tutor Josie McKellen and that was unsettling.

She adored Josie, Sable equally, so hurting either of them secluded her until she and Travis went too far in their perverted ways. She loved sly sneak peeks on occasion, but it was not until Travis that she ever felt secure enough to try her hand at going further. Great fun exposing in small doses. Still, she kicked herself for blowing him. In a way she wanted to know if she was actually any good at it. Not quite a virgin but close enough. She had been with one boy over in Mumbai, India when she was seventeen. Suresh Modiri was not the best first choice, tiny dick and very little energy. Hymen lost she simply pleased herself going forward.

The events of the last two weeks with Josie, Piper, Mimi, and now Jaycya Eccles she was absorbing their antics like a sponge. Hearing just earlier about Josie being bound naked on the basketball court, Piper fucking in the rain as well as the hallway, Mimi yesterday wearing only a cat tail and whiskers, etc. she was taking notes.

Students were not as silent today compared to most days. Word was circulating fast over every dirty little escapade. Even she herself was not really teased but instead praised for letting Mimi eat her out in the lunchroom. Not by choice mind you, she was held against her will even if to be honest it was incredible. The only real terror was her family finding out what she had done. Trembling at her desk she knew it was only a matter of time.

“My dress is finally dry. Thankfully my students have not been unruly. The younger classes are less troublesome. After lunch I will suffer the worst. Once Dillon and his friends arrive, they will make me lose my dress, no matter that I have begged for Dillon to wait until Monday or not. They are so very intent on torturing Poor Mister Herbert, now they will use me to do it. He will come to hate me.”

Dwelling on it another three minutes her cellphone resting on her desk began to buzz. Brow creasing just knowing it was Dillon she looked up at her class. Only one Freshmen student was looking her way. A boy by the name of Eric. “Of course! He is Dillon’s cousin. It had not dawned on me until looking at him. Why is he pointing at me?” The boy lifted his own cell then played charades. “Dillon must be texting him and me both. If only the school would make them all keep their phones in their lockers.” Taking a deep breath, she paid heed to Eric’s encouragement and plucked up her phone.

“You’re too dry. A good whore is ALWAYS WET. Get up and meet me at the back door to the school. You have three minutes, or I call the parents in flight.” Dillon was undoubtedly watching her every move or rather lack thereof. So much for staying dry. Eying the camera in her classroom she wondered if Carl Manley was watching. He had to witness what the other teachers were doing, so why not her.

“Even if he is watching me. He will say nothing if he does not enforce the other teachers to behave. He will simply think I want to join them.” In a way she did, but the fear of her family and their respect confused her. She was never allowed to even live on her own. Bad enough she fought them so hard to become a teacher rather than go to medical school. Even worse she rejected an arranged marriage. Her independence could only go so far before they would cast her out. She liked her home.

Standing up she placed her phone in a desk drawer then stepped out in front of her students. Quietly walking out while they read their assignments, she left her heels at the classroom door and scurried to the back entrance. Her classroom at the back of the school it was only a few feet away. Sure enough, Dillon stood there showing Chandra her father’s phone number just to pressure her obedience.

“Please Dillon, wearing a wet dress is so very cold with the air conditioning on.”

“You must think I give a shit. Shiver and shake and give us a show.”

“You are not even in this class. Why do you torture me.”

“Eric needs to see you at your best. And by best that means that thin ass white dress goes invisible. You have a choice; wear it wet with pride or lose the dress entirely. Invisible either way, right!” He opened the door and pointed at a loose gutter that was spilling water down as if a waterfall. “Gutter minds think alike! Get your sexy ass under Niagara and stay there until I say you can come back inside. Matter of fact, before every class you step out there and shower us all with affection. MOVE! I’m not even playing, Bitch.”

Defeated, Chandra walked out the door and into the torrential downpour. That gutter in disrepair was calling her name. Dillon closed the door but watched her intently, switching his cell to camera mode to record how obedient she was to show off and brag about by days end. Pouting with a tear in her eye Chandra stood directly beneath the cascade. Her white dress went dark tan in under two minutes.

Turning in step so that the backside was equally drenched she glared at Dillon praying he would let her come back inside. The rainwater was cold and giving her some mighty fierce nipple erections to contend with. “You may rescue me, Mister Manley. If you are watching, please be my knight in shining armor.” Not today, Maiden Faire! The man in power was informed to not interfere. Watchtower be damned!

“Get in here!” Dillon finally opened the door and called out. She did not need to be told twice. Running barefoot Chandra returned to the building and covered her soaked chest with folded arms. “Fuck that!” Dillon made certain she wasn’t playing it safe. “Those nipples are for all of us to enjoy. If Eric tells me that you covered up even by accident that dress comes off. Got me?”

“Yes!”

“I’ve made contacts in every single one of your classes. If you don’t go out there and come back sopping wet, I make that call. Never defy me, Chandra.”

“I will not defy you. I deplore you ... please allow me time to adjust.”

“Turn around!” She spun to face away from him. Reaching to her upper shoulders he pinched the zipper to her dress and zipped it all the way down to the small of her back. A mere inch of butt crack revealed he slapped her wet ass. Yelping at the force behind it he stepped aside. “Go teach! Enough hiding! You do NOT sit behind your desk the remainder of the day. I’ll stop by during lunch for my blowjob.” Her face went pale! “MOVE!”

Wet feet on tile she slipped a few times on her way to class, a trail of rainwater left behind to dry. At her classroom door she took a deep breath without looking at her adversary. Walking in with a hint of pride knowing Eric would report in that she had gone shy Chandra proceeded on her mission. Her students all looked up at her return with bulbous eyes. Whoa, to be precise!

“Let us review what you have all read.”

“Uhhh!” Vincent Coppola swallowed as she stood right beside him dripping beside his desk. Equal amounts of drool joined the pool at her toes. She hadn’t even stepped back into her shoes. “Why are you wet, Miss Mahkarti?”

“I was quite hot.” That was all she had.

“You’re always hot.” Eric chimed in! “We can see right through your dress.”

“Can you?” She looked down at her chest as if clueless. “Oh, my!”

“We love it. If Josie can teach nude, you can at least teach wet.” Ray Gillis pointed! “Are we allowed to speak our minds?”

“Yes! You may!” That brought on a flood of praise ranging from You’re Our Goddess to please go nude like Josie. They all loved Chandra for the sweet person she was, always chipper, now obviously open to the hijinks of late. Why must there be so much lust to go along with love? Even Freshmen were horny little creatures.

“What was it like being eaten out by Mimi Alexander?” Courtney Willis had to ask, she had quite the student, teacher crush on both Chandra and Mimi.

“Right! We all want to know.” Eric was jumping at the chance to be like his cousin. “The video looked hot.” That alone prompted others to ask to see it. Many had only heard the story. “Hang on I’ll find it.”

“That will not be necessary, Mister Fitzroy. If you must share it do it after class.”

“Okay cool! Yeah, dudes Mimi had her in a thigh lock, tongue wagging hard. Deep inside her too.” The revelation had everyone smiling. Chandra herself felt queasy over the truth. It did indeed feel wonderful. Mimi Mouse was the cat for a day and shoved the mouse away. Turning her back to them she resorted to leaning forward on her desk. She hadn’t even considered her unzipped dress sharing so much skin until she heard the whistles.

“Butt Crack City!” Donovan Light chuckled! “Even without the zipper down I can see everything. YES! You’re so freaking awesome!” The more encouragement she received the easier her nausea slipped away. It was nice to be idolized. No wonder the school took to Piper Cherry so easily.

“Perhaps, I can do this. I will simply take it slow and hope that Dillon allows me time to fully adjust. Poor Mister Herbert will hate me if I am told to do things to others in front of him. Any video will be used against me. I really should warn Travis but if Dillon finds out I do then ... Oh, Mommah, Poppah, please forgive me.”

Turning back around she realized that in leaning forward her wet skirt had crept up on her ass cheeks. A boy literally had snuck up on from behind to snap pictures of her vagina as it slipped just enough into view. In facing him she nearly plowed him over by taking steps before notice. Her abdomen literally collided with Delbert Rossi, his face right up against her bikini region. Only wet clothe stood in his way of glory. His heated breath exhaled over her labia enough to make her expression share a surprise as much as a delight. “What are you doing? Please take your seat.”

“I have a better idea.” Delbert’s ego rose and he whipped his body around and laid flat on the tile looking up at her cunt. “Why don’t you take a seat.”

“Yeah!” Eric stood up recording the situation. “We want to see if Del is as good as Mimi was.” Oh, did the other students follow his lead. “Ooo! Better yet, Courtney likes girls, you go sample Miss Mahkarti.” Courtney’s eyes could not grow any bigger. Giddy but nervous she took the bait and hurried to the head of the class. Chandra did not even have a say in the matter. Delbert grumbled over being cheated but he was just as happy seeing Courtney. The girl had a short ass skirt of her own so when she went to the ground the entire class saw her gently hairy twat. Woohoo! Good times!

Courtney stared up at Chandra who appeared miserable to even consider this. Suddenly, the girl sat up and turned to sit looking up at her. “You don’t have to. I’m sorry, I just thought maybe you were into girls.”

“You are all so very young.” She trembled and began to cross her arms on impulse until she saw Eric recording her. Her hands quickly lowered. “I worry... “ The boy gave her a dirty look thinking she was backing off. “You are children still. High School or not that is a fact.”

Before Eric could rattle her chain Courtney stood up and threw herself into Chandra, hugging her as tightly as possible. “I’m here for you.” That led to a cluster of other girls unifying and joining her in a surrounding hug. Chandra refused to look at Eric for fear she might break. This unexpected adoration and concern became heartwarming. More and more students abandoned their desks and ventured forth. A few of them even blocked Eric from recording.

Defending her was going to complicate Dillon Kirkpatrick’s scheme. Eric ceased his pushing and stepped back to text his cousin. Dillon was hissing up a storm down the hall at Edna Fromme’s Home Economics class. Motherfuckers!

With the bell about to ring she was eternally grateful for their intervention. At least she could use this as an advantage once she faced Dillon again. This was not her fault for not succeeding. As some students left her others climbed aboard. Not every boy there was as respectful. From behind she felt hands gliding up her skirt to rub her pussy. She said nothing to prevent it just to be able to tell Dillon that she didn’t resist.

With lunch minutes away she realized that Dillon would be there to treat her like a whore. She prayed that Travis didn’t show up like he sometimes did. Catching Dillon would start a fight and that would mean involving Carl Manley. Her future would be all over once that occurred. At least their body heat felt wonderful!

Eric received a message from his cousin Dillon faster than expected. Reading it the text said, “Hang out during lunch I’ll make her suck you off.” That had Eric nervous. He was still a virgin in every sense of the term. Hell, he was battling acne! No girlfriend, no possibilities, he was all in. As the bell sang out along with music on the PA system to Janet Jackson’s Black Cat the kids began dancing. Chandra actually loved the song. Of course, it was not meant for Chandra, instead for Jaycya Eccles facing her own struggles upstairs on the second floor.