Chapter 1: The Start of Things to Cum

Sarah Brown was in school early to prepare for the biology class she had to teach, being one of the younger teachers she worked harder than most to establish herself with the other teachers. She was a good teacher and she knew it; but being new to the school, she had an impression to make, making a good impression when the class is full of 15 and 16 year olds made it that bit more difficult. Sarah was 26, she had a good body and was proud of it, she wore clothes that showed her figure but didn't display anything a woman in her position shouldn't; a white bra and shirt covered her 38c breasts, and her long legs rode up to a black skirt just above the knee, removing any possibility of viewing her black thong knickers.

There were few children in at this time in the morning, mostly those dropped off by the parents with an early start at work. Sarah had finished setting up her days projects in the lab and was heading back to the staff room and the private rest rooms, the preparation time had taken longer than she wanted and she was desperate to go to the little girls room. The walk along the long school corridors took her past the staircase to the music rooms, and, as she remembered, the girls restroom; "sod it" she said out loud, and climbed the stairs. The girls room was quiet, clinical, and functional; she entered a cubical at the end of the row, pulled down her knickers and sat down hurriedly. The cubical was small, strewn with writing on the walls, bubble gum, toilet paper stuffed into holes to the next cubical, and a single toilet roll holder The room echoed with the sound of her peeing, the water leaving her body and then hitting the water below; she let out a sigh of contentment as her bladder emptied and the relief shuddered through her. For a second she thought she saw a shadow move in the light, a little self consciousness crept over her making her tighten her vaginal muscles and slow down the flow. She listened carefully, but no sound could be herd in the room.

A quick wipe with the toilet paper and she stood to pull her knickers up; they weren't there. "What the...", she bent down looking around the floor, they'd gone. "Okay, control yourself girl", she spoke silently to herself, "Someone's playing pranks, I thought someone else had come in, when I get hold of them they'll be in trouble". She flushed the toilet and went to unlock the door, "damn these stupid locks", the lock stayed fast, she tried harder but it wouldn't move. Sarah knelt down to look under the door and cubical wall to see if anyone was holding it, or in the room; no-one was there. She sat back down to think for a moment. Girls voices could be heard in the distance, "Ah, someone to call the janitor", she called out to them but no sound left her mouth, "what", she tried again, a slight sense of panic in her mind, nothing, no sound, her throat was dry and felt restricted, she tried to stand but her body remained still, it was as if something was holding her down. She started to panic, thrash out, yell, scream, kick, and punch; her body made no attempt to move, she felt the strain in her muscles and a slight sweat on her brow.

"okay, calm down girl, think about this logically", she could hear the girls getting closer down the corridor and prayed they would come in and help her. She felt a movement, she moved her eyes and looked down, the top button of her blouse was moving, slowly at first, undoing itself, then, more quickly, the other buttons, one by one, undid themselves; when the last ones completed, a breeze filled the cubical opening her top and exposing her bra. "Somebody help me, I'm trapped, helppp". The silence of the room was only shattered by the sound of voices approaching, two, maybe three girls. She felt the a hand on her, "who...", it touched her cheek and stroked down her neck to her breasts, she could see nothing, but it was definitely a hand, it started to squeeze her right breast, gently at first, then with more vigor, her nipples reacted to the pressure, becoming erect as if pushing back against the hand; the hand stopped, and in one swift movement grabbed the underside of her bra and lifted it up and over breasts. "Oh my god no, no, not here, please...", she could feel her breasts being mauled, squeezed, she looked down to see them move with the touch, but no hand was present, she could only see the movement of her breasts and feel the pinching, the squeezing, the sucking, "oh god, its sucking my tits, get off you bastard". It stopped, for a second there was nothing, then she felt her skirt begin to undo, "fuck no, oh no", it was pulled down from her quickly to the floor resting in front of her by the door; she remembered her knickers were missing, looking down at herself she saw the sight, sitting on the toilet, her top open and her breasts exposed, her legs starting to spread themselves and her bottom moving forward exposing her pussy more and more.