Episode 369: UNGER GAMES

Prior to a birthday cake surprise! Shortly after falling on his ass.

“You got the hots for Chandra, Perbert?”

“Say what?” Travis Herbert turned in his seat to deal with Hoyt Rollins aka minion thug in Knox Hardecker’s private little punk army. Okay, gang! Small gang! Enough to create havoc.

“I heard you played with Chandra’s tits during lunch.”

“Marcella Van Camp too. Perbert’s on a roll.” Dillon Kirkpatrick unloaded on him further. “Bad enough he knocked Chandra over in the hallway just to look up her skirt.” Dillon wanted to add more about his blackmailing scheme to bend Chandra to his will, but the less Travis knew the more he would be tortured. So perfect!

“ACCIDENTS ASSHOLES!”

“Surrrrre! We know what you’re capable of.” Neo Pryor scoffed! “What the fuck does Sable McKellen see in you loser?” Even deadlier what didn’t he see in her. His after-lunch rendezvous with Sable went so far over his head that he was nutted on by a guy he thought was his friend. His very own girlfriend wearing the semen of yet another. Boggles the mind!

At the head of her classroom Chandra Mahkarti overheard Travis snapping on the trio of boys that had harassed him a few weeks back. The boys were recently allowed back after being suspended for stripping Travis and tying him up in the gym for all to laugh at. Added to that escapade they then turned around and abused him further at the Marquette football game last week. Nothing ever changed, even though they were guilty as charged the triad simply couldn’t resist making Travis miserable.

“That will enough.”

Chandra approached the disgruntled group. Travis was fuming and clenching his fists ready to strike but knew he’d be slaughtered by these guys. He really needed to find a way to gain their respect, but would that even help?

“I will not tolerate you boys agitating Travis.” She patted Trav on the shoulder to calm him, “You are under my protection.” It was then he noticed how moist her dress was. While the rain had technically stopped outside, her broken gutter showerhead unavailable to a hefty water source she resorted to brushing her body against wet shrubbery after lunch in hopes to satisfy Dillon’s insistence.

“Under him you mean.” A boy across the room coughed into his hand. Chandra simply searched for her verbal assailant while standing between Travis and Hoyt. With her attention distracted Travis received a text on his cell and reached for his book bag right next to Chandra’s legs. While leaning over to dig into the opened bag Dillon grew devious and turned sideways in his chair which was in front of Travis. Pinching Chandra’s flared skirt up, those behind her saw her bare butt in all of its stunningly tight smoky flesh. Trav instinctively brought his cell up just as Chandra reacted.

“DUDE!” Dillon growled! “Stop trying to take pictures of Miss Mahkarti’s underwear.”

He of course knew she wasn’t wearing any, but it made him look innocent. Moving his fingers from her skirt Dillon made it appear as if he were halting Travis by grabbing at his cell. Turning swiftly and smoothing out her once hiked skirt she looked down at Travis. She was aware he shot a glance up her skirt earlier when he got back on his feet from slipping and took his seat in front of her. Even earlier than that when they collided but that was just unfortunate. Even when he turned directly into her, cupping her chest, it was not held against him. To be frank, she loved his sneaky gropes. But now, with Dillon blatantly in charge she needed to look on his side rather than Perbert’s.

“What is this you do, Travis?”

“Not a damn thing!” He rolled his eyes. “You know I didn’t try doing that.” He verified it by showing her a text from his mother Kelly asking if the football game tonight was rained out. Seeing Kelly’s text Chandra looked at Dillon who simply sighed over it. “Believe what you want. Obviously, you dig Perbert’s stealth tactics.”

“You may go sit in that vacant seat by the door.” She made Dillon move across the room. Not happy but not bitter either he relocated which would give him isolation as a command center. With a cake on its way that was diversion enough. “From now on any of you boys involved in harassing Travis will not sit near him, nor beside one another. Is this understood?”

Neo was ordered to relocate with Andrea Beckett, she was not happy about that after watching Trav jerk off in the library and pelting her arm with nut droplets as she put a stop to it. Travis being her friend Sable’s boyfriend had kept it to herself out of respect for her, not wanting to see her hurt.

With musical chairs in motion Travis nodded and mouthed, “Thanks!” to Chandra. She feeling empathy rubbed his shoulder three brushes with her palm then moved on in order to teach. It wasn’t over. With Andrea sitting in Dillon’s old seat that meant worrying what Travis might be doing behind her back. Uneasy she turned and pointed at him. “Don’t! Just don’t!”

“Don’t what?” He swallowed! “Andi? I...” Trav was defeated and resorted to texting mom. “No idea yet! I’ll let you know. Might need a ride home though with Sable and Dakota. I’ll let you know if Mrs. M can’t.” Cell put away he slouched in his seat. It was going to be another long afternoon. At least he could stare at Chandra. That damp dress was pretty darn clingy. Whoa! Sitting back on her desk her skirt went wide. She knew she had no choice. Enjoy!

“There’s my DESIrable kitty cat.”

He could have his cat--er--cake and eat it too.

Mallory Unger, Horton-Dexter’s Sex Education teacher had abandoned Piper Cherry in the cafeteria. Uncertain what the crazy blonde wearing only a bath towel was up to she hurried to return to her free hour home away from home. Quiet in her far end of the hall classroom she shut her door and relaxed. Seated behind her desk she often isolated herself away like this to conceal her free moments of private satisfaction.

Unknown to her a certain Principal was onto her every action but keeping this knowledge close to his vest. Preferring Piper and Josie make rounds in bringing out Mimi Alexander, Mavis Hale, and now Jaycya “JJ” Eccles first. Mallory was a tricky one as far as Carl was concerned, she had a past that only he knew but withheld it for a rainy day. It was raining outside up until a few minutes ago. Today however was chosen by Piper, not Carl. He was busy, too busy to snoop in on Mallory through hidden cameras in her class. Blame it on the Coaches!

Like many at Horton-Dexter Mallory was a second chance victim that Carl brought on from other schools. Her history was dark, almost too dark for even Carl, but she was doing her best to behave and keep the worst parts of her at home. Her career profile purged by Carl as best he could she was grateful to his support the last two years working here.

While on the outside very proper and calm, Mallory had a freak side that got her into hot water a few years back while working in a smaller school district up in the mountains of Tennessee. Born and raised in a town called Grover, population 2,000 with not much to offer besides a school, gas station mini mart, a grocery, hardware hub, and a vet she was at home. In her early days of teaching Mallory also took on a part time job with the local vet Tom Crowder. Tom was a handsome buck with a history of his own.

Dating Tom was not smart, he led her down the path that ruined her former life in the area. A dare one drunken night lured her into something she had never once considered. Tom was into BDSM, and she found it breathtaking at first, however not in the direction Tom led her. While bound tightly in of all places the veterinary clinic, Mallory suffered a humiliation that dictated the remainder of her life. Tom exposed her to and abused her through bestiality. Not by her choice but it happened. A Great Dane even worse. Scooby Dooby DID!

Tom as drunk as he was passed out on her while being anally punished by the canine. Issue upon issue Mallory was found out by Tom’s wife and disgusting dog pictures circulated. She was arrested and the locals being clannish believed Tom’s wife over the girl who her hubby was cheating with. His wife’s father being sheriff didn’t work in her favor. Blemish! Never to be forgotten. She escaped that scene and moved to Nashville but her public record suffered. She swore not to ever go home again. Her parents even had to relocate just because of Mallory’s mistake.

Mistake? Not entirely! Mallory was a freak in many ways, the bestiality not her finest moment. It was one she promised would never happen again to the point of not even owning a pet. She enjoyed men immensely! Yet, she could never resort to a job that would deepen the heartache such as prostitution or even a simple Escort knowing it might lead to that area of expertise. She had the looks definitely! Often being told she resembled actress Shailene Woodley but in hot librarian mode. As she got older, now at 28, she tried for a more distinguished look and achieved her new persona well. Being beautiful came naturally, being normal not so much.

Carl when interviewing her listened to her story and found her solid, but also dug deeper on his own, he being the authoritative figure he was. Watchtower filled Carl in and ordered him to hire her on the spot, but he made it appear his decision. This was at a time where Carl was the rebel and dealing with his wife’s progressive cancer. Watchtower power of course won.

What captured his full attention was after giving her a job she lured his then seventeen-year-old son Jesse into her home and seduced him. At the time Jesse wasn’t even legal, and he being so close to his dad ratted her out after seeing her at a student teacher conference. Carl pulled her aside and asked her to be honest and she was.

An unspoken bond going forward she was still employed and living her life as she chose. No pushing, no blackmailing! Carl treated her with respect, even protected her secrets as much as he could. She owed him her life. Now? Even Mallory knew this world was changing around her. If only she could get the voices out of her head. The barking never stopped!

Kids back in Grover at the beginning mocked her hard with verses of, “Bred Grover! Bred Grover! Bend Mallory right over!” There was even graffiti painted on a schoolyard fence of Scooby Doo fucking Daphne from behind with a caption saying, “ROTSA RUCK-- FUCK, MALLORY!” It would haunt her for life.

With a hefty play toy always locked in her desk Mallory would often fuck herself as if letting her class watch, going so far as to even go dark and play a projector movie like teaching her class but being the model. It got her off every day almost, a nympho but with restraint. Keeping her sexual contact inside her home was in her best interest.

After having admitted to Carl of fucking Jesse but not knowing who he was at the time, Carl told her that was her life. He didn’t care as long as it didn’t reflect on him. She swore she would never let him down; her life was in his hands. He asked nothing of her besides that. Watchtower let her evolve. Videos of her in class antics sold well in Europe. With Carl slow on the evolution of Horton-Dexter until Piper Cherry entered the game, he was now upping the ante. As if he had a choice! Now, Watchtower demanded nothing but the best porn. Mallory was going to have to step up too. Hypnosis helped!

“Mmmmm! You never fail me, Carl.” She told her dildo as she introduced it inside her well-groomed cunt, her G-string pulled aside to effortlessly enjoy a solid seven inch. In his honor she named her dildo after her fearless leader. Mad respect if not for the fact it was a little too pink as in feminine. Not that she envisioned sex with her mentor. Meant simply as if naming her first born after him. She liked fucking Carl. This drill instructor was more her speed.

Left heel up on her desk, right leg over her chair arm Mallory rejoiced in a sloppy well lubed assault, relocating Carl from her vagina to her anus. What she was picturing was what new delivery driver might bring her food. She lived on Door Dash and Grub Hub drivers as her central source of satisfaction, always, ALWAYS, answering her door nude and inviting those willing in. 50/50 at best she did get hammered at least three times a week.

Her freak side loved the unknown of just who might knock next. She had a few regulars but very few because she thrived on variety. Having one lover was just not her style. Tom Crowder had killed her desire to ever wed or be any man’s sole possession. BDSM had even slowed down as much as she adored losing control. Maintaining control had to be in her favor. No more mistakes! Until ... therapy! Biggest mistake of her life. Her shrink Dr. Lawrence Dolberman recommended hypnosis to calm her nerves.

Caving in, the devil himself manipulated her at Watchtower’s orders to amplify her appetite for canine lovers. Not by choice, she often succumbed to vile single word voice commands that made her even become a pooch herself and never remember doing it. Lawrence was a master of his craft. His work embedded her subconscious so surgically that she became his own personal play toy. On call as well by despicable clients. If she only knew!

A loud knock on her classroom door Mallory froze with Carl nearly bringing her to climax. Whining at such bad timing she pouted, lured the toy from her asshole and tossed Carl away wet into her drawer on a hand towel. Standing up she straightened out her panties and skirt then walked over to unlock her door.

It was too soon for her next class, so she presumed it to be Counsellor Cherry doubling back after she bailed on her. Sighing she opened the door for a huge surprise. Eyes flaring, she found the cafeteria’s head chef Nico Perez outside holding up a bagged lunch and playing it off as a delivery driver. Looking at her door as if searching for a address he grinned, “Is this the Wiggle Room?”

“It could be.” She bit her lower lip then peered out the doorway expecting Piper to be hiding. “Did Counsellor Cherry send you?”

“Special delivery!” He winked then patted his jeans over his tented crotch. He looked amazing with no shirt on and a hat atop his head. “Where do you want me to place your ... lunch?” Dragging him in by his belt loops, his muscles rippling Mallory shut the door but slipped up in locking it. Eying the clock she had thirty minutes exactly. Worked up but interrupted she simply couldn’t resist, and this wasn’t any student. He was a grown man, a very handsome if not thuggish in appearance with all of his tattoos. Leading him to her desk she took his food bag and threw it in her chair and lifted her skirt up in behind.