Chapter 9

"Please come in, Miss Lancaster."

"Thank you, Mr. Henderson," Susan said. She went into the office and took a seat opposite the school's principal.

"Please forgive me for asking to see you while one of your classes is in progress, Miss Lancaster," Mr. Henderson said. "The matter is very urgent, however. As a matter of fact, I would have asked you to see me even earlier, but I had to make a rather lengthy telephone call."

"What is it, Mr. Henderson?" Susan asked.

She was quite puzzled.

"Miss Lancaster, I'll be blunt," Mr. Henderson said. "I am stunned. Certain recent happenings have upset me profoundly. Last night I was paid a visit at my home by a student of this school. Quite naturally, I supposed that the matter must be a very serious one, if he felt the need to consult with me after school hours. And I was right--more than I knew. The student in question is a young man by the name of Stewart Patterson. I believe you know him?"

"Yes, I do," Susan said. "He--he's one of my students."

"Indeed," Mr. Henderson said. "Though it turns out that you've made it your concern that Stewart acquire certain other skills, right, Miss Lancaster?"

"I beg your pardon?" Susan said. She was confused. And getting so scared.

"I have something here," Mr. Henderson said. He opened a drawer and put on top of his desk what he'd taken out of the drawer. "Do you know what this is?"

"Yes, I do," Susan said. She knew what that was. It was a videotape. Seeing the tape horrified Susan. Her heart was pounding.

"We're both agreed, then, that it is a videotape," Mr. Henderson said. "And I think we both know what it contains. To be sure, never in my worst nightmares would I ever have imagined finding a member of my staff engaged in the activities portrayed on this videotape. And to find that teacher engaged in such filthy acts with an innocent young boy--no, Miss Lancaster, you must believe me when I tell you how horrified and disgusted I was. Still, it was best that I saw it, because if young Stewart hadn't brought it along with him and he had urged me to view it, I would never have believed for a moment the shocking tale of depravity and sexual perversion that the poor frightened lad related to me."

"What?"

"Miss Lancaster, you know of sexual abuse, I am sure?" Mr. Henderson asked.

"Certainly," Susan said.

"Of course you do," Mr. Henderson said. "Few people do not. And instances of it never fail to provoke shock and horror on the part of those of us who feel it essential that innocent young children be safeguarded from sexual degenerates. Are you a person, Miss Lancaster, who feels our children must be protected from such abuse?"

"Certainly," Susan said. What was Mr. Henderson getting at?

"Are you indeed?" Mr. Henderson shouted. "Well, to be honest, Miss Lancaster, simply to look at you would be to form an opinion of your character! A pretty young woman such as yourself. Who would ever imagine that you were anything but a dedicated young teacher intent on seeing that your young students become wholesome adults? Who would ever imagine that you are, in fact, a monster? Good God, I still can't believe it! I'm sitting here looking at you and I see a pretty young woman! The monster inside, however, I cannot see!"

"Mr. Henderson, what are you talking about?" Susan asked. The young woman was frightened and confused.

"Do not deny it, Miss Lancaster!" Mr. Henderson exclaimed. "The truth is out! And I'm glad that Stewart found the courage to come to me and tell all! I will not disappoint him! No longer will he have to live in fear! No longer will his sleep be disturbed by horrible nightmares! Oh, how I misjudged that poor boy! I'd thought that his difficulty at school was due simply to his own laziness and inattention! But now I see why he neglects his studies! And what poor, innocent child would not be distracted from his studies if he'd been made the sexual slave of a monster such as you? Yes, you, Miss Lancaster! Stewart told me everything, though it was only with the greatest of difficulty. You lured Stewart and several of his equally innocent friends to your home! You intoxicated these poor young boys with liquor and then you seduced them! Not that that was the last time! Oh, no! Threatening to see to it that they would fail their classes unless they cooperated with you, you obtained for yourself a group of young boys who would satisfy your depraved sexual appetites! A group of terrified young boys who had no choice but to let you abuse their bodies, a group of unfortunate young lads who had no choice but to allow you to commit all of the filthy, vile, unspeakable indignities that have been devised by the sexual perverts of this world! Why, you were not even above having your disgusting orgies filmed, were you? And here is one of those filthy productions, here on this videotape. Stewart told me the great difficulty he had relieving you of it! And I'm proud of that boy for showing such courage, because it is the evidence that proves every word he says! And it is the evidence that will convict you and put an end to this horror!"

"Mr. Henderson, Stewart is lying!" Susan cried. "That's not what happened! I never--"

"Be quiet!" Mr. Henderson shouted. "No more of your lies! And it is you, Miss Lancaster, who is lying, not Stewart! Stewart is a wonderful boy! He would never lie! He is a delightful, charming boy, a credit to this school! When he wept in my arms as he told his tale of horror, I was almost moved to tears myself! Stewart will never have cause to cry again, though, now that his sexual slavery to you has ended!"

"But Mr. Henderson, Stewart is--"

"We have nothing further to discuss, Miss Lancaster," Mr. Henderson said. "Needless to say, you are dismissed from your teaching position. Now get out of my office and get out of this school. Outside in my waiting room you will find two officers who would be pleased if you would accept a ride. They are anxious to have an interview with you in private. I believe such interviews are customarily held in a certain room in the police station. I spent the morning on the phone with them explaining the situation, and they've kindly come over. I believe they also brought along a pair of handcuffs. You needn't worry about your class in progress."

"No, Mr. Henderson, you don't understand!" Susan cried. "It wasn't me, it was Stewart! I haven't done anything wrong! You can't fire me!"

"Can't fire you?" Mr. Henderson asked. "I most certainly can. And that is what I've done, this very moment. Now get out! Your career is over! Not that you'll have a need to make a living. Unless I'm mistaken, room and board will be provided to you free in your new home. And I also understand that inmates are permitted to earn extra pocket money by making license plates. Unfortunately, Miss Lancaster, you will be totally without male companionship. You will just have women like yourself to keep you company. No more poor boys to prey on, just lesbians after your beautiful young body. Now get out of my office! Perhaps we'll meet again one day, though I doubt that will be for several years!"

Mr. Henderson got out of his chair and went over to the door.

"No, Mr. Henderson, please listen to me! Please let me explain! You've got to listen to me!"

Susan was desperate.

She got out of her chair and went over to Mr. Henderson, taking him by the arm. In just a second, though, Susan was on the floor, because as soon as she touched him, Mr. Henderson shoved her away.

"Don't you touch me, you filthy young woman!" Mr. Henderson yelled. "Besides, why would you touch me? Isn't it young boys that you prefer? Isn't it boys' stiff cocks that you like to suck on? Isn't it boys' hard cocks that you like to feel in your pussy?"

"I don't just like boys, Mr. Henderson!" Susan cried. She was still on the floor. "I like men too!"

"Is that so?" Mr. Henderson sneered. "You like men too, do you? You like man-cocks just as much as you like boy-cocks, do you? Well, what about this one? Is this man-cock big and stiff enough for you, you little bitch? Is this big hard prick long and fat enough to get you drooling, honey?"

Mr. Henderson pulled his cock out of his pants. His prick was sticking up hard and stiff. Susan was looking at it. She just couldn't help getting excited at seeing his stiff cock.

"Let me suck on your cock, Mr. Henderson!" Susan moaned as she moved on her hands and knees toward Mr. Henderson. "Let me suck on it and let me make you feel good, baby! I'll suck on it whenever you want me to! You don't have to fire me, I'll come running whenever you want me to, and I'll suck on your big beautiful cock!"