"Well, I don't know, Ron. After all, they're not really hurting anyone and…"
"They're sick! Melinda, I tell you, it's not natural for them to come into the dressing rooms like that. They get off on watching."
Melinda said in a low voice, "I can sorta see how they'd like it. But, yeah, you're right, Ron. We should let Mr. Wood know what's coming down in his PE classes."
The two walked immediately up the winding concrete path and were ushered into their principal's office.
"So what is it? I'm busy. The secretary said this was something about Miss Jarvis and Mr. Barnett. You two looking to get out of PE, is that it?"
"No, sir, that's not it at all. Well, you see, we've got a complaint. Those two are going into the locker rooms and watching while we dress and undress!"
"So?"
"It's like this, Mr. Wood. Coach Barnett comes into the girls' locker room and Coach Jarvis goes into the boys'. And… and today, I caught them just after they'd… they'd…"
"Come, come, young lady. What?"
"They'd just finished fucking," Melinda said abruptly.
"What!" exploded Mr. Wood. "How dare you use language like that! You, young lady, will get a month of detention for that. I-I just can't imagine!"
"Look, Mr. Wood. This isn't a joke. Those two have been fucking like rabbits and…"
"And, you, too, young man, will be in detention hall for a month. And I don't want to hear any more about this. You're just out to smear two fine teachers. I won't have it. I don't know what you've got against Mr. Barnett and Miss Jarvis, but I'll certainly let them know you've been here slandering them. Imagine!" he snorted again.
Ron looked at his sister and shrugged. They both knew this wasn't going to get them anything but further punishment. And if Mr. Wood actually told their coaches they'd been here and what they'd accused the two of, it could mean a living hell for them the rest of the year.
"Out!" the principal barked. "Get out of my office. I just don't know what this younger generation's coming to!"
Ron and Melinda left without another word. Outside the office, Melinda said, "What now? We're in big trouble."
"It might not be too bad. I doubt if Mr. Wood would actually tell them what we've said. I hope," he added.
"That son of a bitch," said Melinda. "That dirty old son of a bitch not believing us! Why should we lie?"
"Aw, they all stick together." Ron looked disgusted. "Well, enough of that. I'm on the dance committee. We've got our final meeting before the disco tomorrow evening in the cafeteria."
"The cafeteria. Ugh!" exclaimed Melinda. "How awful. Couldn't you have found a better place?"
"It was either the cafeteria for the dance or the gym. I don't like the idea of snuggling up to a chick and smelling nothing but dead sweat socks."
Melinda smiled. "It all depends on what you get off on. Tell you what. Let me go on down and look over the gym. It's a lot bigger. Surely, they'd let us use it?"
"Give it a try and let me know what you think. Be seeing you."
Ron walked off leaving Melinda to her thoughts. She was looking forward to the disco dance. She went off to the gym to see if it wouldn't be a better location for the dance.
Inside, she looked for the watchman, then she wandered into the deserted building. It was dark and spooky. Melinda felt gooseflesh growing on her arms and the back of her neck.
When someone grabbed her, she screamed.
"EEEIIII! Wh-who is it?"
The hands clamped like iron bands on her upper arms. She couldn't turn and see who was holding her so tightly. Struggling didn't do her any good so she calmed down a little.
"God, I love seeing her boobs jiggle around," came a deep voice.
"You dig any chick who's got good-sized knockers," came a woman's voice in response.
Those words sent an added chill up and down Melinda's spine. The voices belonged to the two PE coaches.
"Wh-what do you want?" she stammered.
"The little girl's got a voice."
"Yeah, but she doesn't know when to use it. She actually went to old man Wood bitching about us. Can you imagine that, Sid?"
"Not really. She looks so innocent. But you know how these kids are today. The more naive they look, the more they screw around. Hey, I felt her entire body tense up when I mentioned that. Do you figure she wants to fuck?"
"Don't be crass, Sid," said the woman coach.
"You don't know if she's a virgin or not."
"We can find out."
"Let's," agreed Ellen.
"Hey, wait! This isn't…" A rough hand over her mouth closed off her words.
"You just hush or I'll tape your mouth shut."
They dragged her to the sidehorse and brutally shoved her against it. Turning, the girl looked at her two tormentors. She could see they meant business – and it wasn't going to be good business for her.
"You shouldn't go around shooting off your mouth, little girl," the man coldly told her. "Especially when we're in a position to do something about it. Let's show her exactly what we can do about it, Sid. Tie her hands."
The girl bolted. Ellen tackled her and brought her to the pound easily. Then Sid was gripping her wrists. She was carried to the sidehorse. A quick turn of rope bound her left hand to one of the sidehorse handles.
Struggling, she cried, "You can't do this to me! You can't!"
"Oh, no? Well, little girl, you'll find out just what we can do to you. And then maybe you'll keep that lip zipped tight." Ellen finished tying Melinda to the sidehorse. The girl had her back to the apparatus, her hands in back of her at an awkward angle. She licked her lips fearing what these two perverts might do to her.
"Look at those legs," he said. "I love legs. Let's see how they look farther up." He began lifting her skirt a little at a time.
When his cold hands touched the inside of her thigh, Melinda screamed. Another hand pressed hard on her mouth.
"Don't scream or you'll really regret it!"
She mutely nodded, not trusting her voice. Fear clogged her throat. The coach's hand began working higher and higher on her sensitive inner thighs. The smooth flesh flowed like satin as he moved higher and higher toward her crotch.
The teenager groaned when his hand stroked lightly across her crotch. Even with the cotton panties between his hand and her snatch, she had to cringe.
"She likes it. She likes the feel of my hand," the man gloated.
"You're far too crude for such an innocent little girl. Let me show her a little feminine kindness. Oh, those horrid panties. They offend me."
The woman slipped her fingers under the band and yanked – hard.
Melinda screamed as the ripping panties left a red welt around her waist. She stopped screaming when an open-handed slap smashed into her mouth.
"Tape her mouth shut Sid. I can't stand her bawling like that."
"I'd prefer to be balling her," he muttered. His eyes looked hot and fierce in the darkness. The girl cringed even more.
"I… I won't scream again. Don't gag me, please!"
"She's begging now. But that's no good, little girl. You'll have to offer me something for the favor of not gagging you. What will it be?" Ellen demanded. Her fingers dug into the girl's snatch with brutal strength.
"A-anything!" Melinda gasped. She felt the tears running down her cheeks.
"Anything? My, how generous she is. I think I'll sample some of this fur pie. Spread those legs wider, damn you! I want to get my fair share of everything you've offered me!"
The girl began sobbing hard. Her entire body was racked by her tears. But she felt the woman's head between her legs. She tried to keep her legs together, but couldn't.
"Urn, looks tasty. Sorta dry, but I think I can do something about that real fast!"
"Why are you doing this to me?" Melinda had to fight to keep her voice from breaking into hysteria.
The man solemnly said, "This is just a taste of what you'll get if you ever try squealing on us again."