There was no movement except for the whipping sounds of young Wayne Conroy masturbating by the side of them, his eyes rolling wildly in his head as he too approached another orgasm. There was a movement of bodies and Joan felt herself falling to the ratty straw as Mickey slipped from under her and Knuckles lifted himself exhaustedly from her back.
The double-raped teacher rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move and not caring. She had never felt so despoiled and sordid in all her life as a horrible picture formed in her mind of what she must have looked like, a grown adult woman nakedly being buffeted between two teenage boys like a helpless rag doll. Her body ached and she dimly felt hands crawling over the wetness of her inner thighs, which were still moist from Knuckles' sperm. She did not move as she felt the lips of her ravaged vagina being pressed apart again, and looked up through half-slit eyes to see the revenge-crazed Wayne kneeling between her open legs. He was stroking wildly with his hand at his long virile cock, locking his eyes on her cunt as he insanely fingered the matted black curls and swollen pink flesh of her wet pubic mound. She heard him groan, saw the leap of silver-white jetting from his penis, and felt a sudden rush of new hot cum flooding wetly over her naked breasts. She just lay there, too battered and defeated to even place an arm protectively across her sperm-splashed breasts, just letting the fresh young cream dribble down from over their fleshy globes and trickle across her naked sides… For a long moment their heavy breathing filled the barn. Then Mickey Hagen slowly rose and said: "Hey, I gotta get home now. I'm late for dinner as it is!"
"I don't want to get my old lady down on me, neither," Knuckles Gerber added, standing and beginning to pull on his pants and shirt.
"Yeah," Wayne said as he looked down at his shuddering, once proud teacher, a slow grin twisting his handsome face. "I'd say Miss Frazer's had her fill for one day."
"Gee, Wayne… you think we'll get in trouble over this?" Mickey asked in fearful hesitancy. "I mean, she might say something…"
"No way," Wayne sneered in reply. "Not if she's smart, she won't. If she does, we'll just say she took us down here and threatened to fail us in school unless we did what she wanted. It'll be her word against ours, three against one, and my ol' man runs things in Montock."
"Gol-ley!" Knuckles whistled appreciatively. "I'm sure glad your dad will be on our side if this bitch starts yelling. She wouldn't have the chance of a snowball in hell."
Joan rolled over onto her face and cradled her head in her arms against the straw beneath her. She had dimly heard the words the boys had spoken, and though her mind was dazed and shattered, she intuitively realized the truth of what they had been speaking.
The three lewd boys chuckled amongst themselves as they finished dressing, and then Wayne came over and stood above her with his legs spread wide and his fists pressed arrogantly to his hips. "Not a word about this, teach," he taunted down at her. "Anyway, a good fucking never hurt no chick, 'specially one as old as you!"
Joan felt him slap her resoundingly on her fleshy, exposed buttocks. In spite of the startling shock and stinging pain, she didn't make a sound of protest or turn over. And then she heard the hay crunch beneath their feet as the teenage boys turned and left her in the barn…
The contemptuous spank which Wayne had slapped across her buttocks was the last straw to Joan's benumbed senses. She lay in utter exhaustion for a long while in the quiet barn, and oddly she felt neither shame nor guilt nor revulsion in the aftermath of the boy's orgiastic rape of her flesh. She had felt something last Wednesday, she thought, as she sprawled with her face to the foully matted hay; now only complete satiation was flowing through her in a soporific trance. It was as if she was becoming calloused and no longer cared what happened to her. As Wayne had said, there was really nothing she could do, was there? The boys could force her to submit to every bestial lewdness they desired, and there was nothing in the world she could do to stop them.
Later, perhaps, after her mind had had a chance to return to normal, she might begin to feel all the tormenting emotions that were presently drained from her. But now… now all she seemed to be able to do was wonder who had proven to be the teacher, and who was the one who'd ended up being taught… Finally she managed to gather enough strength to stagger to her feet and nakedly began to gather the tatters of her clothing together…
CHAPTER SIX
Wednesday afternoon, seventh period sex education class time!
As Joan had hoped while lying in Treakle's evil-smelling barn, the passage of time from then to now had helped to heal her mind and body. As Wednesday had rolled around again, most of the bruises on her ravished and battered flesh had gone away, but she still seriously doubted whether anything could ever entirely eliminate the damage done to her spirit.
She had been unable to shake the horror of her situation, and the living nightmare of all that had befallen her at the hands of those three sadistic children. And more abhorrent to her than all else was her own depraved submission and degenerate quest for sexual satisfaction. She couldn't help the constant nagging knowledge that she had not just succumbed to young Wayne's perverted streak of vengeance, but had bargained willingly, giving herself to the obscene lustings of him and his equally brutal friends with a wanton shamelessness that was unforgivable. She still was unable to feel the repugnance and self-loathing she knew she should for her own unspeakable depravities, and this was frightening her more than all the wicked acts which had been committed upon her more-than-willing flesh…
After she had finally managed to pull the tattered remains of her sweater and skirt around her naked body, she had stumbled through the empty field to her rooming house, where she'd cleaned herself up as best she could and fallen into an exhausted sleep. Luckily no one had seen her walking from the barn, and had it not been for the bruises and puffiness around her lips and eyes the following day, Joan doubted whether anybody would have known that something had happened to her at all.
As it was, she allayed suspicion with a few hastily-formed excuses, and locked the appalling truth inside her heart, there to remain forever hidden as far as she was concerned. To expose the whole hideous episode would be the same as slitting her own throat. The boys' word in a town controlled by Agnew Harrison Conroy would be all that would be needed to condemn her. In fact, as Mr. Blatherton had pointed out, since she was the teacher of the sex education class, hadn't she already been condemned?
Joan had decided, of course, that she had no alternative but to leave Montock as soon as possible, for she had truly been beaten. She had already handed in her letter of resignation to Ozgood Blatherton Tuesday, citing ill health and the strenuous demands of the curriculum as her reasons for quitting. The principal had been naturally distressed, assuming that she was going because of the "vicious rumors" the Parent's Committee were supposedly spreading, never dreaming of the actual nature of her sudden decision. He had tried to calm her, but she had been adamant, and after some discussion he was forced to accept her letter sadly. But in order for her to get another teaching position elsewhere, she had to work another two weeks until the School Board acted on her resignation; it was only a formality, but a necessary one.
In two more weeks, she vowed to herself, she would pack up her bags and vanish from this horrid place. Until then, she could only pray that Wayne and his two evil cohorts would leave well enough alone and not do or say anything to make the situation worse…