Erica Thomas dropped her keys and cursed loud enough for her neighbors to hear. She didn't usually curse, but this was just one of those days when nothing seems to go right. First, she had been late for class that morning. Then, she had trouble with some students and then the stupid faculty meeting that afternoon. Why did they have to have faculty meetings on Friday afternoons?
She finally got her key in the lock and opened her door. Her tiny apartment smelled musty. She was going to get down and really give it a cleaning one day in the near future. It just seemed like she was always so tired.
She put her books down and flopped down on her couch.
She knew it was not really the faculty meeting or the hard work lately that was bothering her.
What was really bothering her was a student named Tim Douglas.
Tim was one of the worst boys in school, and today she had found out just how bad he could be.
She had come upon Tim and Susan Clark at the back of the building just after school had ended. Tim had Susan backed up against the wall and Erica could see his hand groping underneath her short skirt. Erica was speechless. She knew she should step in and stop them, but somehow all she could do was watch.
Tim was kissing Susan. His lips were on her throat. Susan was moaning.
"Oh, Tim," she said. "Oh Tim, baby! I need you! I need you so!"
Erica turned red as she saw Susan reach for Tim's crotch. Susan had practiced fingers and she quickly had Tim's zipper pulled down.
Erica stepped forward. "Stop that this instant!"
Tim and Susan jumped apart at the sound of Erica's voice. Tim slowly zipped up his trousers. He looked a little sheepish, but he didn't look ashamed.
"What were you doing?"
"Hell," Tim said in a disgusted tone. "You know what we were doing."
Erica turned her most discouraging look on Susan. She could see the young girl visibly flinch under her stare.
"You should be ashamed," Erica said.
"Fuck you," Tim replied.
Erica couldn't believe she'd heard him right. "What!"
"Fuck you," he said savagely. "You were standing there watching us. You're just an old-maid schoolteacher with hot panties. You need some cock."
Erica was amazed and shocked. She had never been talked to so roughly by a student. She knew that other teachers had, but she had always been able to handle the students. Now she wasn't sure how she was going to handle Tim.
"I'm taking you to the office," Erica said weakly.
"Sure," Tim shrugged. "Do your fucking worst. You're still an old-maid schoolteacher."
She had been fuming as she led him to the school office. Mister Saunderson had been very sympathetic when he heard what Tim had to say. Tim's parents were called in. Tim was forced to make an apology, but he made it with a half smile on his face. Susan was taken home crying.
"You realize, Erica," Mister Saunderson said, "that we have to keep this quiet. It could damage Susan's reputation if it got out."
As if Erica was going to talk about it!
Now, as she lay on the couch, she tried to discover just what had upset her so much. It wasn't like she hadn't heard the words before. She had heard those words and lots worse. What, then, had upset her?
She had to admit the truth to herself Tim had called her an old maid and that had hurt. Those words had struck her where she was the most sensitive. She didn't consider herself an old maid. After all, she was only thirty years old and men still considered her attractive.
She was at a good marital age. The problem was that she was scared of men. Petrified. Thirty years old and still a virgin. Only one person had ever looked at her full breasts, besides her doctor, and that had been a boy in high school. He had put his hand on her tits and she had allowed him to take liberties until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Now, she would very seldom even kiss a man and men would only date her a few times before they went on to greener pastures.
What is wrong with me? Erica asked herself. She wanted to be loved. She was excited thinking about men, but she would start getting frightened when a man got too close. She just couldn't understand herself.
Erica picked up her copy of the TV Guide and thumbed through it, looking for something interesting.
She sighed. It looked like another boring evening at home. Nothing on television and no prospects for the entire weekend. She went to her cabinet and fixed herself a drink. It seemed like she was drinking more and more lately. Alcohol was the only thing that would allow her to really relax.
She finished her drink quickly and made herself another. She was already having a slight buzz in her head.
The doorbell rang.
"Damn," Erica said. "Who could that be?"
She brushed her skirt down and tucked her white blouse back in. She took a quick look in the mirror. Her dark black hair was tangled as it usually was.
She opened the door. Any other time she would have kept the chain on the door and only cracked it. But tonight she was feeling impatient and wanted to get rid of her uninvited guest quickly.
The first person she saw was Tim Douglas.
"What do you want?" she asked, and then she noticed the four boys behind him. All of them were seniors and all were wearing the same stupid grins.
"You turned me in," Tim accused, "and you got Susan into trouble. I don't care about me, but you had no business getting Susan into trouble."
"Get out of here!" Erica demanded.
"No," Tim my said. "Not until we talk."
"Then I'm going to call the police," Erica said. "I won't have you here."
She started for the phone, but Tim was quicker. He pushed past her and stood in front of the phone so that she couldn't reach it. Suddenly she was afraid. There was a look in Tim's eyes that she didn't like.
She turned for the door, but the other four boys were blocking her way. One boy turned and shut the door and put the chain back into place.
"Let me out!" Erica commanded.
"Not until we finish what we came here to do," Tim said.
She realized she still had her drink in her hand. She threw it into Tim's face and started screaming. Her scream was cut short by a boy slipping in behind her and pressing his hand over her mouth. Tim hit her in the stomach.
All her breath emptied out with a whoosh. Her knees felt weak. She dropped her glass to the carpeted floor. The boy behind her released her and she almost fell.
"Now shut up!" Tim said. "Shut up or I'll hit you again, and next time it'll really hurt."
She knew he meant what he said. Tim played football and he was very strong. Erica looked for mercy in the faces of the other boys. She knew them all. All of them had a class under her. Danny Jeffries, Bill Hake, Joe Tyler and Carl Fenstein. Carl and Danny played football with Tim, but the other two boys were good students.
"Joe," she said. "Bill. Why are you letting him do this? I've never hurt you."
There was no mercy in their eyes.
"Such a tough teacher," Bill said. "Always pushing us around and fussing at us. Well, now we're here to teach you a few things that school doesn't teach."
"Maybe it should," Carl laughed. "That way we wouldn't have to learn on the streets."
"What do you mean?" Erica asked.
Tim grinned. "Have you ever been fucked, Miss Thomas?"
A cold chill went up Erica's back. She'd been afraid but never petrified. She'd always thought that she could handle any student as far as physical violence was concerned. Now she wasn't so sure. She had felt the strong anus that held her steady and the brutal hand over her mouth. These weren't just little children. These boys were strong.
"No," Erica said. "You can't mean that."
"I mean it," Tim said. "We've come over to fuck you. We're going to give you a thrill."
"No!" Erica screamed.
She went for the door with all her strength. She flailed her arms and cut at the boys with her fingernails. Bill caught her about the waist, but she scratched and drew blood from his arm. He grunted and let her go. She clawed at Carl's eyes and felt him jump away. For a moment she was free of them.
She jerked open the door and forgot about the chain. Fumbling, she tried to jerk the chain off the hook, but then someone grabbed her arm. She turned slightly and kicked out with her foot. She connected with a solid blow. She saw Danny's hands go to his crotch and his face turn a bright red. He keeled over and started moaning in pain.
She got the chain off the door and was almost outside.
"Bitch!" Tim screamed.
He grabbed her hair and she tried to bite him. He slammed a hard fist into the small of her back. She got her teeth into his hand. He screamed as she drew blood. She wouldn't release his hand and he began to hit her with his free hand. Twice he connected to the side of her head. She tasted her own blood. Then someone else was grabbing at her.
"Hold her arms, Goddamn it!"
"I can't! She keeps scratching me!"
"Bitch!"
Again a hand connected against the side of her head. This time it dazed her. She released her hold on Tim's hand a little. Tim jerked his hand out of her mouth and began to strike her with both hands. Again and again he hit the side of her head. She found herself sliding down to the floor.
"Goddamn bitch!" Tim muttered. "Carl, shut the door."
"What if somebody heard all that?"
"Hell, I knew someone must have heard it. We've got to get her out of here if we're going to get any. Get Danny to bring the car around."
"Danny ain't going nowhere. He's hurting."
"Well, you get it then."
Erica's vision was a little blurry. She could taste blood. Someone gave her a rough kick in the side.
"Goddamn bitch!" Tim growled. "Goddamn silly bitch!"
Erica felt herself being lifted up. Someone draped a shawl over her shoulders. She was thinking that it was nice of them to bring her a shawl, but then she remembered that it wasn't cold outside. She was pushed along outside and forced into a car.
She realized then that it wasn't a shawl but a blanket. She was forced into the floorboard and she was covered with a blanket.
"Don't say a word, bitch!" Tim warned. "Don't say a word or I'll kill you!"
She must have passed out because she didn't remember anything about the car ride. The next thing she remembered was waking up and being pushed from the car.
They were in a wooded glen. There was a stream nearby. She could barely hear the babbling, bubbling brook.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter, bitch!" Tim shoved her forward. "You'll like it."
Her vision began to clear. All four boys were standing around her. Tim had walked down to the stream to clean his hand. When he came back, he had a bandage wrapped around it.
"I hope you don't give me blood poison or something," Tim said.
"You?" Danny remarked. "What about me? She may have ruptured me for life."
Erica had put her mark on all the boys. Either scratches or teeth marks.
"Bitch!" Tim roared. He slapped her across the face. "Now you're all alone out here. You can scream if you want to. You can holler and yell, but nobody is going to hear you. If you give me any more trouble, I'm going to beat you black and blue. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Erica mumbled.
"Then you're going to be no more trouble?"
Erica knew she could run. She might outdistance them for a few minutes, but then she would be caught. And she was tired, and it seemed like every bone ached.
"No," she said. "I'll give you no trouble."
Tim smiled a soft smile. Before she realized what he was going to do, he bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She found his lips surprisingly gentle. He kissed her softly on the mouth and then her cheek and then his lips brushed against her neck.
"You are a beautiful woman, Miss Thomas," Tim said softly. "We wouldn't have hurt you if you hadn't made us. We didn't come here to hurt you. Just to give you a little fun."
His hand was suddenly on her right breast. He began to stroke it gently through the blouse. She felt her nipple betray her and become erect.
"What a nice, round tit," Tim said. "So big and full. I'd like to swallow it whole."
He pressed his body against her. She flinched when she felt his prick stirring against her.
"Come on, Tim," Carl said. "Let's put her on the blanket. You can't fuck standing up."
Erica's eyes opened wide as she saw the boys taking out the blanket and stretching it on the ground. Tim took her hand and led her to the blanket.
"You're nice and soft," Tim said as he stroked the curve of her buttock. "I bet you've got a beautiful body."
Erica didn't want him talking about her body. She didn't want his hand stroking her buttock. She was frightened and she was getting tense, the way she did every time a man touched her. Tim seemed to feel her nervousness.
"It's all right," he said. "I'm good. All the girls tell me I'm good. You just relax and I'll make you feel good."
Tim pushed her down on the blanket and he stretched out beside her. His hand went back to her tit.
"Hot titty," he said. "You're got a hot titty. I bet you're burning up."
She wasn't burning up. She was cold. As cold as ice and her hands were trembling.
"Relax," he said. "Just relax."
He began to kiss her again. His lips felt good against her own. He pressed harder and she began to feel frightened again. He left her lips and started kissing her throat. He really did have experienced lips. He was making her buzz again and this time it wasn't alcohol. She felt strangely warm between her thighs. No man had ever done that to her.
She felt his fingers an the top buttons of her blouse.
"Come on," Carl said. "Let's get to fucking." She went cold again.