2 comments/ 4135 views/ 10 favorites Educational Challenges 01 By: JimBob44 Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** In 2006, Marilyn Campion graduated from Cabrini High School in DeGarde, Louisiana at the age of sixteen. She had a GPA of 5.0 which secured her full Academic scholarship to Emory University in Atlanta Georgia. The five foot, four inch blonde beauty returned to DeGarde, Louisiana in 2013 with a Masters in psychology and a Ph.D. in Micro-Biology. Most of her peers were amazed when she accepted and began teaching Biology and Chemistry at DeGarde High School. DeGarde High School was on its last legs as an institute of learning. Its 2013 graduating class of forty eight students included nine teen mothers, another seven on the stage were noticeably pregnant as they received their diplomas. The Senior Class President had been arrested for selling Schedule IV narcotics. The valedictorian committed suicide days before graduation and two students died of drug overdoses in the school bathrooms. So, Marilyn's desire to teach at such a deplorable facility perplexed many. "My name is Ms. Campion, I am your Biology teacher, if I call your name and you do not respond, you are not here," she said in a firm voice over the chattering, squealing, and laughing students. "Do not come up to me later and say 'oh but I was here; I just didn't hear you' and expect me to reverse your absent status. If you did not hear me, it is because you are not listening. If you are not listening, you are not here." By the time she reached 'Rodriguez' in her small green book, the class had quieted. She then outlined to the now attentive students what was expected of them. "You do not do this, you will not pass," she said, marching back and forth, long blonde hair done up in a severe bun, thirty six DD breasts and twenty seven inch waist emphasized by her snug white blouse. Her thirty five inch hips and bubble butt was likewise emphasized by her snug calf-length black skirt. Her five foot, four inch height was extended by the long leather boots 'five inch stiletto heels. "Do I really expect you to do this?" she asked, stopping and fixing them with an icy stare. "Yes, yes I absolutely do." Her second period Earth Sciences class was subjected to the same treatment, and on through the day. By three fifteen the first day of school, Ms. Campion was voted the most beautiful teacher and the biggest bitch by all the students of the school. Chapter 1 Ms. Campion's first test, administered after a full four weeks of school did demonstrate to all that, yes, she really did expect them to study, really did expect them to know the material. "To say that I am disappointed in your performance would be a gross understatement," she barked, high heels striking the floor sharply as she marched up and down the aisles, slapping graded tests in front of the students. "The highest score was a forty six. A forty six is unacceptable. The lowest score was a zero. Three of you earned that by not answering a single question right." "Fuck you, bitch!" Juan Perez screamed, seeing the '0' on his paper. "Thank you, Mister Perez; you will now leave my classroom," she snapped. "Language like that will not be tolerated in my classroom." "I fucking kill you, bitch," he threatened. "Yes?" Principal Desmond's voice crackled over the speaker when Ms. Campion slapped the call button. "I just had a student verbalize a threat on my life; I'd like him removed from the premises," Ms. Campion barked into the intercom system. "I'm fucking going, cunt, but you're dead, feel me?" Juan threatened as he slammed his way out of the room. At four thirty, as she left her classroom, laden with her briefcase and three large textbooks, Juan Perez grabbed Marilyn Campion, one arm mashing her impressive breasts, the other holding a large knife to her throat. "Told you I'd fucking kill you, bitch," he laughed as he dragged her back into her darkened classroom. He savagely groped her breasts, and then attempted to rip her skirt off. The security camera in her classroom showed Juan Perez brandishing a knife, showed him groping Ms. Campion's breasts, showed him attempting to pull her clothes off. Then it showed Ms. Campion breaking Juan Perez's nose, jaw, knife wielding hand, and severely bruising his testicles. For the unforgiveable sin of defending herself, Marilyn Campion was placed on paid administrative leave, pending an investigation. "Next time, kill the little cock sucker," Principal Desmond whispered to Marilyn as she provided the substitute teacher with a hastily prepared lesson plan. Marco Valdez, Juan's friend, shouted taunts at 'the fucking bitch' as Ms. Campion marched to her car. Marilyn turned and regarded him with her cold blue eyes. Marco shut up. Three days after the incident, as eighteen year old Juan Perez was leaving Schaub's Pharmacy after refilling his pain medication, he felt someone slap him on his back, then blackness descended. He came to four days later, in St. Elizabeth Trauma Center. "Well, hi Sugar, can you tell us who you are?" a nurse cheerfully asked. "Juan Perez," he croaked and the nurse's smile faded. "Oh, okay, um, just wait here," she said. Moments later, a doctor came in and explained to him that, after his surgery, by the way, could Juan please tell them where his surgery was performed? He had lost a significant amount of blood and that's why he was brought to the Trauma Center. "Surgery?" Juan blearily asked. The doctor's cheerful face lost all color. "You um, your reassignment surgery?" he stammered. "Re a what?" Juan asked. Juan screamed and fainted when the doctor explained that he now had size thirty four C breasts and a fully formed vagina. "I had an idea that little shit would try to pull something, like get himself beat up and claim I did it," Marilyn Campion said to Captain Bob Chastaine of the DeGarde Police Department. "That's why I had security cameras installed the day I went on Administrative Leave." She willingly turned over the whole weeks' worth of footage. It showed Ms. Campion cleaning house, cooking, reading, tending to her indoor hydroponic garden, her outdoor garden, her back yard's greenhouse. The times she did leave, she always returned with grocery sacks, or from church, but it did not show Marilyn Campion being away from her home long enough to perform a reassignment surgery on Juan Perez. It did not show her with any blood on her clothing. "Thank you, Ms. Campion," Captain Bob Chastaine said, returning the discs to her. "And might I suggest you get a life?" he muttered to himself as the attractive woman bade him a good evening. The discs from her own security system may have proved her innocence, but Marilyn Campion had a very real street credibility when she returned to work after two weeks of paid leave. Her classes were quiet affairs. When she stepped into the hall, a hush quickly fell. The noise level in the cafeteria died down if Marilyn Campion entered the room. Throughout it all, she wore an icy smile. Juan Perez did not even attempt to learn to live life as an attractive eighteen year old Latin girl. He took the .38 he'd planned to use to shoot and kill Marilyn Campion and ate a bullet. His suicide furthered Marilyn Campion's credibility among the students of DeGarde High School. Soong Ghi and Michelle Perez, no relation to Juan were the one thorn in Marilyn's side. Soong Ghi seemed hell-bent on disproving the myth that Asians excelled in the Sciences by consistently failing every assignment. Michelle was determined to show that Ms. Campion's reputation did not frighten her and was quite often disrespectful to the woman "Ms. Ghi, Ms. Michelle Perez, I would like to see you both here at three thirty this afternoon," Ms. Campion barked out after the Asian and the Latin girl once again disrupted her class. Neither girl showed up. "Ms. Ghi, Ms. Perez, you will either be here this afternoon at three thirty, or do not return to my classroom, which, of course, will fail the two of you and you will, once again, have to repeat your Senior year," she snarled at them the following day, fire burning in her cold blue eyes. "Whatever," Michelle glibly said. Soong Ghi, however, was not as glib. If she failed, yet again, her mother had said she would return her to Taiwan, to be with her father. Her father was very heavily into opium, and would not hesitate to sell his oldest daughter to buy more opium. "Yes ma'am," Soong Ghi said. "Yes ma'am," Michelle taunted. "Sit," Ms. Campion ordered when three thirty seven rolled around and the two nineteen year old girls sullenly sauntered into her room. "This going take long? I got shit to do," Michelle barked, not taking a seat. "Sit. Now," Ms. Campion growled. "The two of you will be at my house this evening at six pm," she said, marching back and forth in front of them, high heels striking the grown forcefully. "We have a four day weekend; you will be at my home until six pm Tuesday evening. That should give us sufficient time to..." She stopped and fixed them with a cold look. "...reassign your behavior and your academic performance. She smiled coldly as both girls paled by her use of the word 'reassign.' "Do not bring any drugs into my home, if you are on any prescribed medication please informing me of this now," she continued. "But I got a date," Michelle complained. "Tough. This is slightly more important than your social life, Ms. Perez," Ms. Campion snapped. "Your cell phones will be taken from you and locked away. You will receive them back on Tuesday evening." "You can't do that!" Michelle complained. "How am I supposed to..." Soong Ghi whined. "Six pm. Not six oh one or six oh two," Ms. Campion ordered and waved them from her room. "Fucking bitch," Michelle spat bitterly. "You going to..." Soong Ghi asked, already calling her mother to let her mother know of her weekend plans. "Fucking bitch can't do this shit; I got shit to do," Michelle spat but did call Marco to let him know she would not be able to see him that evening. Michelle did not bother to call her mother; her mother did not care where Michelle was, or who she was with. Mrs. Perez only had eyes for her fourteen year old son, Oscar Perez. Chapter 2 Marilyn smiled and pressed a switch on her key fob as she saw Michelle Perez and Soong Ghi listlessly walking up her driveway. The security system suddenly began recording a loop of the previously recorded activities. "Your purses, now," Ms. Campion ordered as the two girls stood in her living room. With much grumbling, the girls did hand over their purses. They watched with interest as the attractive blonde used a key to open a cabinet and place their purses into the cabinet. "Now, strip," she ordered as she removed her own dress, revealing a leather half-cup bra and leather garter belt that held up thigh high black stockings, blonde bush on display. "What?" Soong Ghi asked, shocked. "Now," Ms. Campion snarled as she placed small foam inserts into her ears. "Fuck you, dyke, I ain't..." Michelle said, then grabbed her head and screamed. Soong Ghi also screamed, clapping her hands over her ears. Both girls went to their knees, writhing in pain. Ms. Campion released the button on her fob and gave the girls a moment to regain their breath. "There will be no third chance," she coldly said. "Remove your clothing. All of it... Soong Ghi peeled off her tee shirt and tight blue jeans. At five foot four inches, she was fairly slender, with size thirty 2 B breasts with small dark brown nipples, thirty one inch waist, and thirty two inch hips. Her cute face was framed by a short pixie cut. Her puffy pubic mound was covered by a fine mesh of black hair and her slit was tightly closed. Michelle was also five feet four and was slightly heavier than Soong Ghi. She sported thirty four C breasts, a twenty nine inch waist and thirty five inch hips. Her pubic mound was covered by a mass of black curls. She wore her own black hair loose and it reached the middle of her back. Her face would be cute, if it were not for her horribly deformed teeth. "Very nice; I think we'll have fun this weekend, what do you think?" Ms. Campion purred, pulling on black leather gloves. "I think you're a sick bitch," Michelle spat. "You think that now?" Ms. Campion tittered as she locked their clothing with their purses. "Imagine what you'll think by Tuesday." "Now," she said from behind them. "Kneel." "What? No," Michelle snapped but Soong Ghi was already getting onto her knees. Michelle screamed and jerked, falling to her knees. Ms. Campion ran the tip of the electric cattle prod from Michelle's shoulder blade to her rounded buttocks and administered a very short burst again. Michelle again screamed and jerked "Now, our first exercise is to show you how much you can trust and depend upon each other," Ms. Campion said as both Michelle and Soong Ghi knelt, side by side. "Michelle, please ling your fingers and place your hands upon your head. Soong Ghi, I want you to pass your right arm through Michelle's left arm, then link your own fingers and also place your hands upon your head. The two girls did so. "Now, Michelle, if Soong Ghi takes her hands off of her head, you will receive ten of these, directly on your pussy," Ms. Campion said and taking a riding crop from the top of the cabinet, struck Michelle a vicious blow between her slightly splayed legs. Michelle screamed and cupped her hands over her pussy, to protect against further strikes. When she did so, it pulled Soong Ghi's own hands from her head, pulling the Asian girl to the floor. "Ms. Campion, I didn't..." the Asian girl cried out ass eh sprawled on the hard wooden floor. "From now on," Ms. Campion snarled, delivering a well-aimed blow to the Asian girl's light brown anus. "You will address me as 'My Beautiful Mistress.' Is that clear?" "Aiee!" Soong Ghi cried out. "I said, 'is that clear?'" Ms. Campion hissed and brought the riding crop to bear against Michelle's anus. "Yes! Yes!" both girls screamed. "Yes, what?" Ms. Campion asked, rubbing Michelle's face with the tip of the crop. "Yes my beautiful mistress," Michelle sobbed. "Yes, my beautiful mistress," Soong Ghi likewise sobbed. "Now, again, hands on heads," Ms. Campion softly ordered. The girls quickly linked arms again and placed their hands on their heads. "Tell me, Soong Ghi, I notice that you are also failing in Algebra; can you count to ten?" Ms. Campion purred, running the tip of the crop over Soong Ghi's small breasts. "Yes ma'am," Soong Ghi agreed, shifting to get away from the unwelcome touch of the small whip. "Yes ma'am, what?" Ms. Campion asked, prodding Soong Ghi's nipple. "Uh," Soong Ghi thought, and then remembered. "Yes, my beautiful mistress." "Good, count these out to ten," Ms. Campion said. "And remember; if your little hands come off your head, Michelle's pretty little pussy with be very sore." Soong Ghi sucked in her breath as her right Brest was struck a tremendous slash from the crop. "One!" she screamed, shaking with the effort. "Two," she gasped, nearly toppling over as her left breast received a tremendous blow. By the time Ms. Campion reached the sixth blow, Soong Ghi was blabbering and shaking tremendously, but her hands lay on top of her head Michelle's eyes were firmly shut, tears streaming down her face as Soong Ghi received each blow. "Very good, my little pet," Ms. Campion purred and gave the girl a soft kiss. "We'll stop here for now." "Michelle, your friend's little boobs are very sore; I want you to rub some ice on them for her," Ms. Campion said, holding out a piece of ice. "Don't!" she barked when Michelle took her hands off her head to take the ice. "Then how am I..." Michele asked. "What's my name?" Ms. Campion screamed, bringing the crop against Michelle's left buttock "My beautiful mistress!" Michelle screamed. "Now, you ignorant little slut, ask me again, properly, and I will tell you how you are to help your friend," Ms. Campion purred. "My beautiful mistress, how can I help my friend?" Michelle sobbed. "Quite simply, my darling little girl," Ms. Campion purred, placing the ice at Michelle's lips. "Hold it in your mouth. That way you can rub it all over her tiny little breasts and your hands never have to leave your head." Soong Ghi gasped as the ice at first stung her raw flesh. Michelle's face burned with the humiliation of rubbing her face over her friend's breasts. Soon, though, Soong Ghi began to feel the soothing power of the ice and thrust her breasts against the ice. "Now, it is your turn," Ms. Campion said. "Again, link those arms. Since Soong Ghi only received six, I only think it fair that you should receive fourteen; the ten you have coming and the four that she did not receive, what do you think?" "What?" Michelle cried out. "What's my name?" Ms. Campion screamed, again bringing the crop up and striking expertly against Michelle's tightly clenched buttocks. "My beautiful mistress," Michelle screamed, nearly toppling over from the pain. "Please, my beautiful mistress, please give me my other four," Soong Ghi sobbed out. "Oh, my darling little pet," Ms. Campion purred and thrust her tongue into Soong Ghi's mouth. She bit down, hard, on Soong Ghi's tongue. "Is that how you kiss?" she hissed, pulling the girl's head back by her hair. "No ma'am," Soong Ghi sobbed. "What's..." Ms. Campion screamed. "No, my beautiful mistress, I am sorry," Soong Ghi sobbed. "Now, let's try that again," Ms. Campion purred and bent and thrust her tongue into the girl's mouth. "Ooh, better, that was much better," the teacher praised. "Why don't you show your little friend how much you like to kiss?" The two girls kissed, still kneeling, hands on their heads. "Doesn't she kiss nicely?" Ms. Campion purred into Michelle's ear. "Yes, my beautiful mistress," Michelle agreed. "Now, Ms. Perez, your friend must really love you; she said she would take the other four," Ms. Campion purred, rubbing Michelle's face with the riding crop. She rubbed the crop over Michelle's breasts and smiled coldly as the girl's fat nipples hardened with the intimate touch. "What do we say to our friend?" she coaxed as she rubbed the tip of the crop over Michelle's profuse pubic hair. "Thank you," Michelle whimpered. "Welcome," Soong Ghi sobbed back. "Okay, Ms. Perez, get ready, and remember, those hands come off that head, Soong Ghi gets ten of these," Ms. Campion said and gave Soong Ghi's pussy a savage strike with the crop. Soong Ghi howled, but did not take her hands off her head. Ms. Campion lashed out with her handy little crop, striking a horizontal line across Michelle's fat breast. "You bitch!" Soong Ghi screamed out when Michelle's hands jerked off her head and covered her breast. Ms. Campion laughed out loud when Soong Ghi loosed her bladder, splashing urine onto the hardwood floor. "And that ends Lesson One," Ms. Campion laughed. Chapter 3 "Lesson Two is a relatively easy one," Ms. Campion purred as she wiped both girls' sweaty faces. With cool facecloths. "I hate you," Michelle sobbed, hands still clutched between her legs, cupping her swollen pussy. "I hate you my...?" Ms. Campion prompted. "I hate you, my beautiful mistress," Michelle sobbed. "Oh, thank you, my little pet," Ms. Campion said. "And please be assured, your hatred of me is returned tenfold." Soong Ghi finally caught her own breath, hands firmly cupped against her own swollen pussy. "Now, for this one, Michelle, I want you on your shoulders and knees, your hands are still to be on top of your head. Soong Ghi, you are to be behind Nichelle. Educational Challenges 01 "Like this, my beautiful mistress?" Soong Ghi asked as Michelle knelt and pressed her shoulders to the floor. "No, no, my little pet, back a little," Ms. Campion said, showing Soong Ghi what she wanted. "Now, the problem is, I like my pets to have no hair on their pussies and asses, but as you can see, Ms. Perez has been afflicted by an obscene amount of hair," Ms. Campion said. She crouched down to look Soong Ghi in the face. "So, Ms. Ghi, you are to lean forward, grab some of that ugly, unsightly hair, and pull it out for your friend," Ms. Campion instructed. "Pull... With what?" Soong Ghi asked. "With what, my...?" MS Campion urged. "I am to pull her hair out with what, my beautiful mistress?" Soong Ghi answered. "Why, your teeth, of course," MS Campion said. Michelle whimpered as she felt Soong Ghi's breath on her privates. Then she felt Soong Ghi's wet lips on her anus and tensed up. "Aiee!" she cried as Soong Ghi gave a savage tug, pulling out several hairs from her anal region. Soong Ghi looked around for somewhere to deposit the mouth of hair she now had. "My beautiful mistress, what do I do with the hair?" Soon Ghi asked through clenched teeth as Michelle sobbed. "Why, swallow it, of course," Ms. Campion replied. "Think I want that nasty hair on my floor? Bad enough a silly little girl peed on it." Soong Ghi felt like vomiting as she did swallow the hair. Ms. Campion opened her briefcase, pulled out some papers and sat on the leather couch and graded a recent test while Soong Ghi slowly rid Michelle's crotch of hair. "And let's see, oh, by the way, Ms. Ghi, you got another fifty three on that last test; I swear, I don't think you're even trying," Ms. Campion said and ran a finger over Michelle's raw anus and pussy. "I am," Soong Ghi choked out. "I am...?" MS Campion urged. "I am, my beautiful mistress," Soong Ghi sobbed. "Okay, now, see, you're missing a lot of these hairs," Ms. Campion complained. "Maybe if you ran your tongue over the area, you could find those few errant hairs. Let's try that." Despite the pain, Michelle reacted when her friend's thin tongue ran over her anus and pussy lips. Ms. Campion chuckled and dipped a gloved finger into Michelle's wet pussy. Soong Ghi stopped as Ms. Campion began a slow, deliberate fingering of Michelle's pussy. "Oh, no, my little pet, this pussy has got to be completely hairless," Ms. Campion ordered. Just as Michelle was about to orgasm from Ms. Campion's fingers, Ms. Campion stopped and jammed a wet finger into Michelle's anus. Michelle had never had anything inserted into her rectum and bucked at the painful intrusion. "Now, darling girl, get on your back so your friend can continue to clean you," Ms. Campion soothed when Michelle was no longer in danger of orgasm. Soong Ghi was thoroughly nauseated, looking at just how much hair her friend still had, but bent to the task. "Hands on that head, Ms. Perez," Ms. Campion ordered. She smiled and patted Soong Ghi when the Asian girl was first to respond. Soong Ghi shuddered, repulsed as she felt Ms. Campion's gloved hands rubbing her rump. She wanted to protest when she felt Ms. Campion's hand rub up and down her still very sore slit. "Please, my beautiful mistress, please don't," she begged with Ms. Campion's other hand pulled her pussy lips apart. "Are you a virgin, my little pet?" MS Campion asked. "No, my beautiful mistress, but..." Soong Ghi whimpered. "Then shut up and keep plucking your friend's hair, slut," Ms. Campion ordered. Ms. Campion fingered Soong Ghi's pussy until the girl was whimpering and bucking, close to orgasm. "Aiee!" Soong Ghi cried out as Ms. Campion suddenly drove two wet fingers into her anus. "Okay, God, really? That's the best you could do?" Ms. Campion said, looking at the raw, patchy crotch of Michelle. "Ms. Perez, your turn." Even though Michelle knew her friend did not inflict such pain willingly, Michelle was almost savage in her biting and yanking of hair. Very good, now, who wants to lick my pussy?" the beautiful blonde asked. Both girls just looked at her. "Oh come on!" Ms. Campion laughed. "You two should be fighting each other to the death for this privilege!" "Please, my beautiful mistress, can I lick your beautiful pussy?" Soong Ghi quickly asked. "It is a beautiful pussy, isn't it?" Ms. Campion asked, sitting on the couch and spreading her legs wide, exposing her light pink slit. "Yes, my beautiful mistress, it is very beautiful; can I lick it for you, please?" Michelle joined in. "But what about my ass hole?" Ms. Campion asked, scooting her buttocks forward. "Please, my beautiful mistress, please may I lick your wonderful ass hole?" Soong Ghi begged. "Yes you may, my little pet," Ms. Campion smiled and Soong Ghi dove between the woman's muscular thighs and tongued her sweaty anus. When the teacher had enough of this, she used a gentle hand to urge the Asian girl to lick and suck her fat pussy lips. My beautiful Mistress, can I suck your beautiful tits?" Michelle asked. In answer, Ms. Campion removed her half cup bra, letting her heavy breasts bounced free. Michelle kept her hands on her head as she sucked on one, then the other light pink nipple. Soong Ghi seethed with rage; Michelle, she was sure, had asked for that favor so she didn't have to be on her knees, servicing Ms. Campion's very hairy pussy. "Soong Ghi, my dear pet, let's save some for your friend," Ms. Campion ordered, pushing the girl's mouth away from her pussy. She pulled the girl up and forced Michelle onto the floor between her legs. Soong Ghi began sucking and nuzzling Ms. Campion's large breasts "Don't forget my ass hole, my little pet," Ms. Campion ordered and Michelle stifled her shudder and tongued the squishy orifice. "Well, come on," the woman finally sighed. "Hopefully by Tuesday evening, either one or both of you will have figured out how to give a proper tonguing." "I'm sorry, my beautiful mistress," Michelle said, rubbing her sore jaw. "Yes you are," Ms. Campion lightly agreed. She directed them to follow her. She led them down a hallway, turned to the left and they followed down a second hallway to a door on the left. Entering the room, they saw a barren room, save for a bucket in the corner. "If you have to go, now is the time," Ms. Campion said. "Otherwise, it'll be morning before you have the chance again." Soong Ghi reddened in embarrassment, but she did empty both bladder and bowels in the bucket. "God, you ate that?" Michelle coughed. "Shut up; that's them school lunches!" Soong Ghi said. Michelle grimaced but did likewise. While she did, she watched Ms. Campion make Soong Ghi sit on the floor. Then Ms. Campion placed a bar between Soong Ghi's legs and attached Soong Ghi's ankles to the bar. She then affixed a bar to Soong Ghi's wrists. Michelle found the bar stretched her legs just to the point of discomfort. She did wonder about the bar that affixed to her wrists, but only for a moment. "Whoa!" Soong Ghi complained as Ms. Campion affixed a hook to the leg bar, then suddenly hoisted Soong Ghi into the air, upside down. "Hey, crazy bitch!" Soong Ghi cried as she swung back and forth, upside down. "This has gone on too far!" "My name is..." Ms. Campion said, ice blue eyes dancing with mirth. "You're a fucking crazy bitch is what you are!" Soong Ghi complained. Ms. Campion grabbed the wrist bar and affixed it to a hook in the floor, stopping Soong Ghi's travels. Michelle lay down on the floor, to make it easier for Ms. Campion. "Oh, my beautiful little pet; are you learning?" Ms. Campion cooed. "Yes, my beautiful mistress," Michelle agreed. "I'm sorry, my beautiful mistress," Soong Ghi cried out. "Oh, I am sure you are," Ms. Campion agreed. "Now, don't go anywhere," Ms. Campion tittered after affixing Michelle's rests to the floor. "Yes my beautiful mistress," Soong Ghi taunted Michelle. "Fuck! What you want me to say? Bitch is psycho!" Michelle complained. Ms. Campion returned a moment later and both Michelle and Soong Ghi sighed as she cleaned their vaginas and anuses with clean washcloths. And now, for your listening pleasure," Ms. Campion said, slowly inserting a pair of ear buds into Michelle's ears. Michelle heard Ms. Campion's voice, along with the background noise of a classroom as Ms. Campion lectured on a lesson. Soong Ghi was soon listening to the same lecture. Suddenly, both girls screamed as depilatory cream was applied to their raw crotches. "Good night," the teacher tittered as both girls jerked grunted and groaned against the harsh chemical pain. The harsh light burned their eyes, even through their eyelids. But soon, their exhaustion overtook them. Michelle's fitful sleep was interrupted by a deafening 'Clang!' in her years and she jerked awake. She didn't realize it, but next to her, Soong Ghi had just done the same thing. A loud, harsh 'Clang!' jolted her out of her near sleep. Periodically, even as Ms. Campion's voice continued to lecture them, they would be lulled into near sleep, then a harsh and loud 'Clang!' would jolt them awake. Chapter 4 "The rough washcloth made Soong Ghi moan and whimper with pain as her crotch was wiped clean of the harsh chemical hair remover. "I do love a hairless pussy," Ms. Campion enthused and gave the tight little slit a few licks. Soon Ms. Campion had coaxed Soong Ghi's thin clitoris out and was sucking it. Just as Soong Ghi was about to achieve orgasm, Ms. Campion cruelly pinched the sensitive nub, nearly breaking the skin with her fingernails. Soong Ghi shook and shuddered in the most painful orgasm she'd ever had. Michelle's mind was a fog; she so desperately craved sleep, but every time she was about to drift off, that horrible noise would shake her to her core. Vaguely, she felt someone wipe her crotch clean. Then she felt someone's hot mouth lick and suck at her pussy. "Oh, yeah, oh God, oh that's so good," she murmured. Just as the hot sucking mouth was about to bring her to orgasm, though, Michelle screamed as a searing pain enveloped her mind, radiating from her pussy to her very soul. Ms. Campion tittered and left the room, both girls twisting in their confines, both girls sobbing piteously. "Breakfast," Ms. Campion called out after removing their ear buds from their ears. She lowered them to the floor, then uncuffed them from their wrist bars. Both girls lay weakly on the floor. "Come on now, we've so much more to learn today, eat, eat, let's go," the teacher urged. "Oh, please, my beautiful mistress, please can I sleep?" Michelle begged. "Sleep? Sleep? When you have a test to take?" Ms. Campion said and lightly rubbed the girl's rump with the tip of a whip. "Oh, my poor little pet, you've done far too much sleeping as it is." "Now, now, hands on heads," Ms. Campion reminded them as she put two plates of eggs, grits, and bacon in front of them. "And here's your orange juice," Ms. Campion said, sliding two bowls of the liquid in front of them. "I'm starting to think that you may be suffering from poor nutrition; that could be part of your problem." Both girls, after a moment's hesitation, simply started eating like animals. "Well, aren't you two a mess!" Ms. Campion laughed when they finished. Michelle looked at Soong Ghi and had to agree, the girl's face was coated in scrambled egg, grits and orange juice. She smirked at Soong Ghi's grinned, knowing the Asian girl was grinning at her own appearance. "Well, we can't have you walking around looking like that," the blonde said as she pulled them to their knees by their hair. "Here, Soong Ghi, you clean Michelle off, then Michelle will clean you, okay?" After a moment's hesitation, Soong Ghi licked Michelle's face clean. Michelle then did the same for her friend. While they did so, Ms. Campion unlocked their ankles. She urged them forward, down the hall, then to the right and back into her living room. There were two students' desks but centered on each seat was a four inch phallus. "Sit, oh, don't act shy, you've both seen cocks before; have a seat," the teacher ordered. Now," she said, taking a seat in front of them. I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Michelle, when I want you to answer, I will say, 'Michelle, what is the approximate weight of a cubic centimeter of gold?' I want you to give me the answer. "Soong Ghi, when the question if for you, I will say, 'Soong Ghi, how many bones does the human hand have expect you to give me the answer. Are we clear?" "Yes, my beautiful mistress," both girls answered as they attempted to accommodate the mounted phalluses. "Michelle, are you having a problem?" Ms. Campion asked as the girl squirmed on her seat. "Yes, my beautiful mistress, this cock is a little big," Michelle admitted. "Mine is too, my beautiful mistress," Soong Ghi admitted. "Yes, well, that can't be helped," MS Campion shrugged. "It's probably because you fuck little boys with little boy cocks." She called on Michelle, and smiled happily when Michelle answered correctly. "Oh, how wonderful!" she said and gave Michelle a soft kiss. Soong Ghi also received a soft kiss when she answered correctly. Michelle did wonder briefly what would happen if they got a question wrong. "Um, Taxidermy?" Michelle wondered. "That's uh, that's uh..." She shook her head sadly. "Oh, my beautiful pet; you were doing so well too," Ms. Campion said sadly. "Aiee!" Michelle screamed out as the dildo in her pussy suddenly sent a jolt of white hot electricity through her. Soong Ghi missed a question a few moments later and screamed and jerked and writhed as her dildo shocked her. Then they were led to a sparse shower room, made to shower and brush their teeth. Then, naked, wet, and shivering with cold, they were urged back into their room and again suspended upside down. "I know your little pussies are so sore," Ms. Campion soothed, "Here, let's see if this will help..." Soong Ghi felt the woman's hot out suck and lick at her. Again, though, just as her orgasm was about to crest, the woman savagely inched her clitoris Then she inserted a tube into the girl's vagina and the girl felt something warm and slippery inter her vagina. "Mo, no, my beautiful mistress, please, please don't," Michelle begged. But Ms. Campion did the same to her. Then the woman inserted a large tube and Michelle felt something warm and slippery enter her quite sore vagina. Again, the ear buds were inserted and they heard Ms. Campion lecturing them. They didn't know how long they hung there; sleep was impossible with the sudden, jarring 'Clang!' in their ears. "No, no, please no don't," Michelle cried out as she again felt a hot mouth sucking her raw pussy. She shrieked when her orgasm was about to crest and sobbed and whimpered when nothing happened. Next to her, Soong Ghi had a similar experience and again, the ear buds were removed. "Please, please my beautiful mistress, please can I, can we sleep?" Michelle mumbled as she lay on the hard concrete floor. "Lunch time, another test, and then I promise, I will let you have a one hour nap, okay?" Ms. Campion said. "Now, hands on heads." The warm vegetable soup again dictated that Soong Ghi and Michelle had to lick each other clean. "The first layer of skin is..." Ms. Campion asked and Michelle burst into wails. She knew she should know this, it was right there, on the tip of her tongue, but it just wouldn't come. "The outer most layer of skin is known as..." Ms. Campion urged. "Epidermis!" Michelle screamed. The epidermis is the outer most layer of skin!" "Oh, my little pet, yes, my beautiful pet," Ms. Campion praised and kissed the girl happily. "Thank you, my beautiful mistress," Michelle said. "Now, Soong Ghi," Ms. Campion said. Please define Taxidermy." Soong Ghi screamed and shook as the dildo sent a white hot flash of pain through her. "And, Soong Ghi, where are your forceps located?" Ms. Campion asked when the girl caught her breath. Michelle cried out the answer for her friend, not wishing to see Soong Ghi receive yet another shock. For that, both girls received the shocks. They each received two more shocks when they missed answers, then were allowed to use a commode before Ms. Campion again urged them to their cell. "And, one hour," she said as she put two pillows and two blankets on the floor. Neither girl noticed how cold and hard the floor was as they lay down Chapter 5 Michelle swore it had been less than a minute when they were being roused. Sleepily, they staggered down the L Shaped hall again, hands on heads. "We're going to have another test," Ms. Campion said, guiding them onto their knees. "But for right now, let's simply watched the sunset." Watching the sunset, Michelle realized, showed that they had indeed been asleep for at least an hour, probably more than an hour. "I just love a hot, tight ass," Ms. Campion husked as she wormed a gloved finger into each of their rectums. She finger fucked their asses while they knelt and watched the sunset. Then she stood and placed the fingers into their mouths. Michelle wanted to throw up as she realized, she was sucking Ms. Campion's leather covered finger clean of her friend's ass. Again, the two girls were made to link their arms as they knelt, hands on heads. "I must say, I really was so terribly disappointed the last time we did this little exercise," MS Campion said as she stood before them, nude except for thigh high leather boots, long blonde hair done in one long thick braid. "I am sorry, my beautiful mistress," Soong Ghi murmured. "Count them out, Michelle and please remember, if you remove your hands from your head, remember what your friend will receive," Ms. Campion said. Michelle screamed, gasped, shuddered, begged and gnashed her teeth, but did not remove her hands from her head until the seventh blow. And did so only because she had fainted. She came to seated in Ms. Campion's lap, Ms. Campion softly kissing her face while Soong Ghi used her mouth to rub ice over Michelle's sore breasts. They were seated on the black leather couch in the small living room. "Kiss me," Ms. Campion ordered and Michelle did so. She put as much passion as she could into the kiss, wanting to curry favor with this demented woman. By her reckoning, it was only Saturday; they had three more days of this torture. "Soong Ghi, your friend's pussy looks like it could use some ice," Ms. Campion suggested. Soong Ghi bent further down and rubbed Michelle's crotch, soothing the raw skin. "Please, my beautiful mistress, can I have more ice?" Soong Ghi asked when the last of the ice had melted. "No, my little pet," Ms. Campion said. "It's time for my pleasure, not yours." "Oh, my beautiful mistress, can I eat your pussy?" Michelle quickly asked. "Why, certainly," Ms. Campion said. Michelle scrambled onto her knees between Ms. Campion leather clad legs and gave the woman's heavy pussy lips an enthusiastic tonguing before delving her tongue in between, searching for Ms. Campion's clitoris. "Oh, my darling pet, you forgot my ass hole, didn't you?" Ms. Campion tittered and Michelle bit back her groan. "And you, my your lips are so cold," Ms. Campion said as she kissed Soong Ghi Michelle passionately licked and sucked at Ms. Campion's sweaty anus and tried to worm her tongue into the tight orifice. Then she again searched for Ms. Campion's clitoris. "Enough, sweet girl, we must leave some for Soong Ghi," Ms. Campion ordered just when Michelle was sure she was about to bring the woman to orgasm. Educational Challenges 01 Soong Ghi was also made to stop just as she was sure Ms. Campion was about to orgasm. Then the woman brought them into her kitchen/dining room and were allowed to eat at the table with Ms. Campion. They were also allowed to use utensils, use their hands. She made them pray before they ate, and lectured them on what foods they were eating at her table, what nutrients they were ingesting. "The lamb is a protein, which is so very important," she told them. "The rice, brown rice of course, yes it is a carbohydrate and you hear so much about avoiding carbohydrates which is simply nonsense." After their meal, they were made to empty their bladders and bowels, then shower. Naked, cold, and wet, they were herded back to their cell, suspended upside down again, and the ear buds inserted in their ears. Michelle whimpered as she felt Ms. Campion's mouth on her hairless cleft. Her fear, however, couldn't keep her body from responding and the woman managed to bring Michelle to the brink of orgasm. The whole time, she was listening to Ms. Campion lecturing on the body's circulatory system. Michelle wailed as the mouth suddenly stopped, sure that pain would soon follow. Instead, a tube was inserted into her spasming vagina and something warm and slippery was forced into her. Soong Ghi sighed but relaxed and allowed her body to respond. Just at the precipice of orgasm, she tensed, waiting for the intense pain, but instead felt the tube being inserted into her. "The normal rhythm, or beats per minute..." the girls heard their teacher's voice. "Way my heart's beating right now?" Michelle thought as the lecture went on, punctuated by Ms. Campion's hard soled shoes slapping against the tiled floor of the classroom. Chapter 6 Again, after lunch and a test on the circulatory system, Michelle and Soong Ghi earned a nap. This time, they did notice how hard and cold the floor was. "Okay, we have two blankets," Michelle said. "Let's put one on the floor and lay on that and share the other one." "Very good, my pets," Ms. Campion praised. Soong Ghi and Michelle looked at each other; they'd not realized she'd come into the room. "I am genuinely pleased, Ms. Perez," Ms. Campion went on. "That showed cognitive reasoning; a skill I had not credited you with." "Thank you, my beautiful mistress," Michelle said, blushing under the compliment. "Thank you, my beautiful mistress," Soong Ghi taunted as they covered themselves with the blanket. "Shut up!" Michelle shrilled. "I'm just teasing," Soong Ghi said and kissed her friend. Again, they were roused; Soong Ghi was convinced it had been less than a minute, and herded down the L-shaped hallway to the living room to watch the sunset. Again, Ms. Campion finger fucked their rectums, then forced them to suck her gloved fingers clean. "Ms. Perez, let us talk," Ms. Campion said, sat in an overstuffed black leather chair and pulled the girl into her lap. "No, no, my pet, hands on head." "What shall I do, my beautiful mistress?" Soong Ghi asked. "Sit on this," Ms. Campion ordered, rolling an exercise ball to the girl. "Hands on head." "Now, Ms. Perez, tell me about your home life, huh?" the teacher asked, and slowly ran her gloved hand over Michelle's breasts while her other hand cupped Michelle's full buttocks. Michelle told Ms. Campion of her mother, unknown father, two younger sisters and her mother's favorite, Oscar. "Is that why you're so unruly in your classes?" Ms. Campion asked softly, kissing the girl's tear streaked face. "I guess so," Michelle sniffled, spreading her legs for Ms. Campion to worm a gloved finger into her pussy. "Well, my dear little pet," Ms. Campion soothed as her gloved thumb rubbed against Michelle's clitoris and two fingers pumped in and out of Michelle's now slippery pussy. "Instead of trying to get your mother's attention by being bad, by being a failure, why not join forces with her?" "What do you mean?" Michelle asked, her breathing becoming labored. "She clearly favors Oscar, to the exclusion of you, and Angela, and Theresa, correct?" Ms. Campion asked, slowing her teasing of Michelle's clitoris. "Yes ma'am," Michelle agreed, wanting to thrust her hips. "Then, my dear pet, help your two sisters, be of service to your mother by being their mother figure, instead of a negative example to them," Ms. Campion said and brought Michelle to a shuddering orgasm. "Your mother is going to favor Oscar, no matter what you do," Ms. Campion advised, kissing Michelle's sweaty face. "Don't fight it. But your two sisters? They need you." She cupped Michelle's face in her hand and looked at Michelle's brown eyes. "You know, you could very easily be a real beauty; we'd just need to get those teeth fixed," Ms. Campion said. "My brother is an orthodontist. Would you like that, my pet?" "We can't afford..." Michelle protested. "I didn't ask if you could afford it," the woman said, squeezing Michelle's rump. "Now," she said, giving Michelle's buttock a stinging slap of her gloved hand. "Go sit on the ball while I talk with Soong Ghi, huh?" "Thank you, my beautiful mistress," Michelle said and kissed the woman on her lips. Soong Ghi scrambled off the ball and onto Ms. Campion's lap. Michelle sat down and stood up again; the ball was slick, wet from Soong Ghi's crotch. "Aw, you nasty bitch," Michelle chuckled to herself. "No, no, my pet, this way," Ms. Campion murmured, switching the girl to face the opposite direction that Michelle had faced. She cupped Soong Ghi's nonexistent buttocks with her damp gloved hand and toyed with Soong Ghi's small breasts with her left hand. "I am ambidextrous," she explained as she kissed the girl's cheek. "Which means...?" "Uh, uh, oh!" Soong Ghi pondered then smiled. "It means you can use either hand!" "Oh, that is so good, my pet!" Ms. Campion praised and squeezed the girl. "Now, tell me, what is it like for you at your home, my pet." After Ms. Campion finger fucked Soong Ghi to orgasm, she allowed Michelle to eat her hairy pussy to orgasm, then allowed Soong Ghi the same favor. "Now, I will go and fix our dinner," she said to the two girls. "Why don't you two lick each other's little bald pussies while I do that?" "Can we use your couch, my beautiful mistress?" Michelle immediately asked. "Oh, of course; that's what it's there for," the woman agreed and kissed them on their cheeks. "You're not really going to..." Soong Ghi hissed when Ms. Campion walked out of the room, five inch leather heels striking the floor hard. In answer, Michelle kissed her friend. "Fine," Soong Ghi groused and lay down on the couch, legs spread. "She said 'lick each other,'" Michelle said as she straddled Soong Ghi's face, then lowered her own face to her friend's pussy. Michelle determined, since Soong Ghi was listlessly licking at her pussy, she would show Soong Ghi what she wanted. "Oh!" Soong Ghi grunted as Michelle quite forcefully tongued Soong Ghi's pussy. "Hey!" Soong Ghi protested as Michelle even licked her sweaty anus for a minute. "Uh huh," Soong Ghi said and attacked Michelle's pussy with renewed vigor. "Oh, very good," Ms. Campion praised. "About another twenty minutes. Why don't we see who can make who come first, huh? That person will get a sweet surprise." Michelle won and Ms. Campion clapped her hands happily. "And here we go," Ms. Campion said and poured them each a can of beer. Again, she lectured them on what they were eating, and drinking, and the nutrients they were receiving. Then, she kissed Michelle. "Okay, my pet, you can either have the sweet surprise all for yourself. Or, you can share it with your friend," she said. "Share it," Michelle said without hesitation. ""Oh, I am so happy to hear you say that," Ms. Campion said and fixed three hot fudge sundaes. "Now, this one is yours," Ms. Campion said to Michelle as she put one glass in front of Soong Ghi. "And Soong Ghi, Michelle has yours in front of her." "We need to feed each other?" Soong Ghi asked. "We need to feed each other... What?" Ms. Campion prompted. "Oh! My beautiful mistress, we need to feed each other?" Soong Ghi asked. "Very good, and yes my beautiful pet, you need to feed each other," Ms. Campion urged. "And I really am so very proud of you; you were willing to share," she praised as Michelle scooped up some treat for her friend. "Yes, thank you," Soong Ghi said. The girls were made to listen to Ms. Campion's lecture on the respiratory system and the digestive system that night, the constant clang keeping them from falling asleep. Twice, during the night, Ms. Campion came in, licked and sucked them to near orgasm, then inserted a tube and forced something warm and slippery into them. Chapter 7 They ate their breakfasts and again licked each other clean, then were herded into the bathroom to shower. "I know I said you would be here until six this evening," Ms. Campion said as she unlocked the cabinet in the living room. "But, you've already heard all of the lectures," Ms. Campion said as she handed them their neatly folded clothing and their purses. Michelle could smell that her clothes had been washed; there was no cooking oil scent wafting up from them. She looked at her clothes then looked at Soong Ghi. Soong Ghi was looking at her for guidance. "And, I suppose, you two could very easily go to the police; I did, after all, touch you very inappropriately," Ms. Campion went on, pulling a dress over her nude body. "Of course, proving that would be your word against mine, but..." Michelle slowly dressed and noticed that the button on her blouse that had been hanging was now fixed. Her tennis shoes were gleaming white again, except for the scuffed rubber toe on the left foot. Soong Ghi noticed that the small rip in the arm hole of her tee shirt had been repaired. Her jeans' zipper had a light waxy substance and she noticed that it slid up easily. "...hopefully both your attitudes and your academics will have improved as well and..." Ms. Campion was now rambling as Michelle and Soong Ghi left themselves out of the house. "What you going to do?" Soon Ghi asked as soon as they reached the street. "Fuck, battery's dead," Michelle said, checking her cell phone. "Huh? What you going to do?" Soong Ghi asked again as they started to walk down the street. "God, sleep!" Michelle said. "No, I mean, shit, you going call the cops?" Soong Ghi asked. "Cops?" Michelle asked. "About what?" "About, I mean, shit! About hat crazy bitch..." Soong Ghi sputtered, pointing to Ms. Campion's house. "What are you talking about?" Michelle asked, looking into Soong Ghi's eyes. "Nothing happened." "What?" Soong Ghi screeched. Inside the house, Marilyn quickly cleaned each room that the two girls had been in, cleaned everything as thoroughly as she could with a non-chlorine bleach. The last thing she did was make sure that the outside freezer was still working, still had her father's semen and her brother's semen frozen at the proper storage temperature. Then she sucked the large turkey baster clean of any seminal residue before cleaning it with bleach. While she calmly waited for the police to get there, she reset the security system to again record in real time then finished grading the students' tests and written assignments. Outside, Michelle and Soong Ghi had reached Johnson Lane; Michelle would turn left and Soong Ghi would turn right to go to their homes. "I can't... Really? You just going..." Soong Ghi complained bitterly. "Blood travels through the body by..." Michelle suddenly asked. "Arteries, veins and capillaries," Soong Ghi answered. "The outer most layer of skin is..." Michelle asked. "The epidermis, but..." Soong Ghi answered. "Our bodies sweat to..." Michelle asked. "Regulate our bodies' temperatures but..." Soong Ghi answered. "That's why I'm not going to the cops," Michelle answered. And turned to the left. The following day, the girls answered cheerily when called on and Ms. Campion smiled and nodded in approval. A few months afterward, Ms. Campion and Coach Brighton greeted the class together. Coach Brighton would not admit it, but he was quite impressed that the normally ill-behaved brats quickly took their seats and quieted down for attendance. "Gentlemen, you will be following Coach Brighton to room one fourteen. Women, you will be staying in here," Ms. Campion called out. "We will be discussing our reproductive organs. For whatever reason, the state of Louisiana doesn't seem to think that you can handle learning about this together." "So let's go," Coach Brighton ordered and twenty of the students dutifully got to their feet and shuffled out of the classroom. "Don't worry," Ms. Campion said as the door closed behind the last boy. "Afterward, you can go over what they learned and teach them the right thing." She smiled an almost warm smile as the girls tittered. Then, in her usual manner, she marched back and forth, talking about the vagina, the penis, sperm production. In her seat, Michelle fidgeted with the new braces Michael Campion had put on her teeth. They hurt terribly, but Ms. Campion had kissed her and promised her it would be so well worth it. Besides that, Dr. Campion, Ms. Campion's brother was so cute. Michelle gasped when Ms. Campion launched into the symptoms of early pregnancy. She had been experiencing all of the symptoms; menstrual cycle was late, her breasts were sore, she was nauseated, particularly in the morning. Michelle turned and looked at Soong Ghi, who had a pasty complexion, almond eyes wide. Ms. Campion fixed both girls with her cold blue eyes and smiled. **** The beginning of the school year of 2015, Angela Perez and her best friend, Angela Mouton was being unruly in Ms. Campion's class. Yes, the Latin girl and her red headed friend had heard the whispered rumors about Ms. Campion but no one believed it anymore. No one even remembered this Juan Perez, who Ms. Campion had supposedly castrated. Plus that, Angela's big sister, Michelle, was living with Ms. Campion's brother, and had even given birth to his daughter, Michelle Marilyn Campion. And Michelle's best friend, Soong Ghi, who Angela Mouton called 'Slant Eyes' was living with Ms. Campion's widowed father and had given birth to the sixty year old man's daughter. So, in Angela's eyes, that made her and Ms. Campion almost family. "Ms. Perez, Ms. Mouton, you will be here at three thirty this afternoon," Ms. Campion snapped, fixing both eighteen year old girls with her ice cold blue eyes. "Do I make myself clear?" THE END ***** **Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. A sincere thank you for reading my stories. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an Editor. Yes it's too long, it jumps around too much, there's too many people to keep track of, it's in the wrong category, it's stupid shit and I suck. Feel better? Have a warm and fuzzy day. Educational Challenges 02 Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** In 2006, Michael Campion graduated from Cabrini High School at the age of sixteen. His 5.0 GPA earned him a full Academic scholarship from Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia, but his prowess on the football field and on the basketball court had also earned him offers of Athletic scholarships from other universities. In 2014, armed with a Masters in Psychology and a Ph.D. in Microbiology from Emory, Michael Campion returned to DeGarde, Louisiana. Most of his peers were baffled as to why the handsome blond would accept a position at DeGarde High School, especially when the University of Louisiana at DeGarde was offering him a position on their staff. The high school was on its last legs. Its graduating class of 2013 had nine teen mothers. Seven of the girls on the stage were visibly expecting as they received their diplomas. The class president had been arrested for selling schedule IV narcotics, the valedictorian had committed suicide three days before graduation, and two students had died of drug overdoses in the school's bathrooms. "My name is Mr. Campion," the six foot three inch man said as his first period Biology class laughed, shrieked, chattered and hooted and hollered to each other. "I am going to call attendance. If I call your name and you do not answer, you are not here. Do not come up to me later and say 'yo, Dog, I was here, I just didn't hear you, know what I'm saying?' If you do not hear me, it is because you are not paying attention. If you are not paying attention, then you are not here." By the time he reached 'Rodriguez in his small green book, the class had quieted. "You are expected to do your homework, you are expected to study, you are expected to perform your very best on tests," the man said, marching back and forth, his hard soled boots clumping on the tiled floor. His blonde hair was cut short, but still showed signs of wanting to curl. His ice blue eyes were hard as he scanned his students' faces. His muscular chest threatened to burst the buttons on his dress shirt and his slacks showed a substantial bulge as he strode back and forth. His second period Chemistry class was treated to the same lecture. Same with third period. By the end of the day, most of the female students, and a few of the male students were in lust with Mr. Campion, but nearly all of them hated the man's methods of teaching. Chapter 1 "To say I am severely disappointed is an understatement," the man barked as he marched up and down the aisles, slapping their tests on their desks. "The highest score was a forty six. That was the highest. The lowest? Three of you scored Zeros. That means that three of you did not answer a single question correctly." "Mother fucker!" Juan Perez cried out when Mr. Campion slapped his test down, with a big red 0 on it. "You will leave my classroom, Mr. Perez; we do not tolerate language like that," Mr. Campion said. "Mother fucker, I kill you, feel me?" the eighteen year old gang member spat out. "Yes?" Principal Desmond's voice crackled over the intercom. "Yes, I just had a threat on my life from a male student; I'd like him removed from the premises," Mr. Campion responded. "I'm leaving, but I be back, feel me, Gringo?" Juan threatened. That afternoon, as he walked to his car, laden down with three large textbooks and his battered briefcase, Mr. Campion was grabbed by Juan. The young man was brandishing a large knife. "Told you I'd be back," the young man, obviously high on some drug chortled. The security camera showed Mr. Campion kick the knife out of Juan's hand, then break his jaw, arm, three ribs and greatly bruise his testicles. For the grievous sin of defending himself, Michael Campion was put on paid administrative leave pending an investigation. "Problem is, one the knife was out of his hand, you should have stopped," Principal Desmond sighed. Under his breath, he said to the tightly smiling Michael, "Next time, just kill the cock sucker, huh?" "But Juan Perez indicated he had a gun," Michael said for the benefit of the voice recorder that Principal Desmond was utilizing. "And that's what we'll find," Principal Desmond said as he cupped his hand over the microphone. Three days after the attack, a smug Juan Perez was leaving Schaub Pharmacy, after refilling his pain medication prescription. Someone slapped him on his back and darkness descended. Four days later, Juan came to in St. Elizabeth's Trauma Center. "Well, hello Sugar," a nurse smiled. "Didn't think you'd make it, all the blood you lost from your reassignment surgery. By the way, could you tell us where you had that surgery done? They did a good job, but that blood loss is a little concerning..." "Re a what?" Juan croaked. Juan screamed and fainted when the nurse informed him that he was now a she, with perky 32 B breasts and a fully formed vagina. "Had an idea little shit was going to pull something, like have one of his buddies beat him up and say I did it so I installed a security system," Michael said when Captain Bob Chastaine of the DeGarde Police Department paid him a little visit. The previous seven days showed Michael reading, exercising, tending to his hydroponics garden, his greenhouse. The few times it did show him leave the house, he always returned shortly with grocery bags or supplies for his gardens. It did not show him having enough time to perform surgery on Juan Perez. "Looks like you're clean, Mr. Campion," Captain Chastaine admitted, shaking the man's hand. "Also shows you're in serious need of a life," the police officer muttered as he drove away. The Yellow jackets, Juan Perez's gang, however, was unwilling to concede that the teacher was clean and vowed to avenge their fallen brother, who had committed suicide upon his-her release from the hospital. Michael smiled as he dialed 911, informed them of a break-in, and shot and killed four of the five thugs that broke in to his home. The fifth avoided being killed because his baggy pants slipped and he fell. His fall, however, broke his back and he would spend the last eight months of his life confined to a wheelchair. "Oh, I am big man!" his mother shrilled at the boy. "Oh I am in gang! We are so bad, we are in gang and we break into teacher's house because he do something to a gang member!" She slapped his face. "Huh? Where this bad gang of yours, huh? Where these stupid boys so important to you? Huh? Any of them changing your shitty diaper? Huh? You big man now? Shitting in diaper?" she screamed at him. With Juan's suicide, the investigation was dropped and Michael Campion was reinstated. "Don't tell me if you did or not, but that was fucking beautiful, turning that little cock sucker into the bitch he is," Principal Desmond smiled and Michael smiled in return. The remaining five members of the Yellow jackets were further reduced when three of its members were killed by a rival gang outside of the school. The last two joined with the Hermanos. Now, when Michael Campion stepped into the hall, the hall grew quiet. When Michael Campion entered the cafeteria, it grew quiet. Grades in his classes improved for most of his students. Except for Michelle Perez (no relation to Juan Perez) and her best friend, Soong Ghi. Soong Ghi seemed hell-bent on disproving the myth that Asians were good in the sciences, and Michelle was hell-bent on proving to everyone that she wasn't intimidated by Mr. Campion's reputation. "Ms. Perez, Ms. Ghi, you will be here, in my classroom, at three thirty this afternoon," Mr. Campion barked out after the two nineteen year old girls again disrupted his class. "I got shit to do," Michelle sneered. "Ms. Perez, if you are not here at three thirty, do not bother returning to my classroom," the man snapped, ice cold eyes blazing. "Which of course means you will fail. Again. And have to repeat the twelfth Grade. Again. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes sir," she sullenly agreed. Soong Ghi did not want to fail again. Her mother had already threatened to send her back to Taiwan to live with her father. Soong Ghi's father was hopelessly addicted to opiates, which was why her mother had left and come to America. Her father would not hesitate to sell his eldest daughter for a few ounces of his drug. "Yes sir," Soong Ghi quaked. "We have a four day weekend," Mr. Campion barked out when the two girls slunk into his classroom, four minutes late. "You will be at my house for those four days, for some one on one tutoring. It begins tonight at six pm and will end on Tuesday at six pm." "You can't do that," Michelle said. "I got a date," Soong Ghi protested. "I have already spoken with your mother, Ms. Ghi, and she agrees that your date with Marco Valdez is of no importance. Ms. Perez, your mother agreed that you will be at my house," Michael said. "You will not bring any drugs into my house. Your mothers have indicated that neither of you are on any medications. You will not have your cell phones, your tablets, your IPads, or any other electronic devices." Over their protests, he continued to establish the parameters of the next four days. Chapter 2 "Beautiful," Michael smiled as he saw the two girls walking up the driveway of his home. He flicked a switch on his security system and it began to record previously recorded footage, imprinting the loop with today's date and time stamp. "Purses," he demanded and with reluctance, both girls surrendered their purses. He unlocked a cabinet in his living room and placed the purses in the cabinet. "Now, strip," he ordered, arms folded across his chest. "What?" Soong Ghi asked, not sure she heard him. "Like I am so fucking sure!" Michelle protested. Michael sighed, put some foam rubber into his ears, then pressed a button on a fob. Both girls screamed, clamping their hands over their ears. A few seconds of the ear splitting squeal was all that it took to bring both nineteen year old girls to their knees. "Now, there will not be a third chance," he said from behind them as they weakly got to their feet. "Strip." Soong Ghi peeled off her tee shirt and snug jeans, kicking her flip flops off her feet. Her bra followed, then after a brief moment, her skimpy red panties followed. Michelle unbuttoned her blouse, and then shrugged out of her bra. Her beat up tennis shoes were kicked off, and then her jeans and panties were shoved down her shapely legs. Both girls were five feet, four inches in height. Soong Ghi was slender, with thirty two B breasts, with small dark nipples, a thirty one inch waist and thirty one inch hips and barely any swell to her buttocks. Michelle was slightly heavier, with thirty four C breasts, twenty seven inch waist, and thirty five inch hips and a pudgy rump. Soong Ghi's pretty face with her dark almond eyes was framed by a short pixie cut hair style. Michelle's face would have been pretty, if it were not for her horrible teeth. She wore her dark hair long, to the middle of her back. Soong Ghi's crotch was covered by a fine mesh of dark strands that did not fully cover her tightly closed slit. Michelle's crotch was covered by a thick carpet of dark curls. "Now, kneel," Michael said from behind them. Soong Ghi quickly obeyed, kneeling on the hardwood floor. "Fuck you," Michelle spat out, then screamed and fell to the floor. Michael took the electric cattle prod away from Michelle's buttock and smiled tightly. "Knees a little apart," Michael said, pushing their legs apart with his boot toe. "Now, our first lesson is designed to show you how much you can trust and depend on your friend," Michael said as he took a riding crop from the top of the cabinet. "Ms. Perez, ling her fingers and put your hands on top of your head, please." Michelle quickly did so. Michael smiled coldly at how quickly she did so. "Now, Ms. Ghi, pass your left arm through Ms. Perez's right arm, at the elbow, and link your own fingers and place your hands on top of your head," he instructed. "Now, Ms. Perez? If Ms. Ghi takes her hands off of her head, for any reason, you will receive ten of these," Michael said and brought the riding crop up between Michelle's legs, striking her squarely on her pussy. Michelle screamed and brought her hands down to protect her pussy against a second blow. This maneuver pulled Soong Ghi off balance, pulling the girl's hands off of her head in the process. "Mr. Campion I didn't!" Soong Ghi cried out, terrified. "She pulled me! You saw that!" My name," Michael said, bringing down the crop and striking Soong directly on her dark anus. "Is 'My Master,' is that understood?" "Yes," Soong Ghi cried out, bringing her hands back to protect against another strike. "Yes, what?" Michael prompted, rubbing the Asian girl's bony buttock with the riding crop. "Yes my master," Soong Ghi sobbed. "Now, let us try that again," Michael said calmly. "Hands on heads, link arms, let's go." The terrified girls did so, trembling. "Count them out, please," Michael said and lashed out, cutting across Soong Ghi's right breast. "Aiee!" the Asian girl screamed. "Count them..." Michael said when the girl finally began to breathe again. "One!" Soong Ghi cried out. "Aargh! Two!" Soong Ghi screamed as a red welt formed on her right breast. By the time Michael reached six, Soong Ghi could barely scream. Her speech was blabbering nonsense, but her hands were firmly on her head. Next to her, convulsing in sobs, Michelle had her eyes firmly shut. "Oh, but your itty bitty boobs are sore, aren't they?" Michael crooned. He marched out of the room and returned a moment later with a large cube of ice. "Ms. Perez, I am sure your friend would appreciate if you would take this ice and rub it on her tiny breasts," Michael said, holding out the cube of ice. "Don't!" he barked when Michelle took her hands off her head and reached for the ice. "Hands on head!" "Then how am I supposed to...?" Michelle asked then screamed as he lashed the crop across her buttock. "What's my name?" he barked. "Mr..." she said then screamed again as the crop lashed across the other buttock. "My Master!" she cried out. "My master, how am I..." "Why, with your mouth, of course," he said, pressing the cube of ice to her lips. "That way, you can rub it all over her breasts and your hands never have to leave your head, my little pet." Soong Ghi gasped as the cold ice stung her raw flesh. Michelle's face burned as she had to perform the intimate act. Soon, the ice began to soothe her flesh and Soong Ghi thrust her chest out. "Now, Ms. Perez," Michael said, taking the remains of the ice from Michelle. "Since Soong Ghi only took six of the ten she was to get, I think it only fair that you should get fourteen. What do you think?" "What!" Michelle screamed. "Please, Mr. Campion," Soong Ghi sobbed, then screamed as his crop struck her flat buttock. "What's my name?" he screamed at the girl. "My master!" Soong Ghi screamed. "Please, my master, please give me my four, please!" "See, Ms. Perez, see what a friend you have in Ms. Ghi?" Michael said, slowly rubbing Michelle's breasts with the tip of the crop. ""Yes sir," Michelle agreed, and then quickly screamed out when the crop pulled away. "Yes my master! Yes, she is a wonderful friend!" Michael returned the crop to her breasts, and then travelled down to her belly, then over her thick mass of hair. "Link arms, girls," he said and they did so, trembling. The crop lashed out, striking Michelle across her left breast. "You bitch!" Soong Ghi screamed as Michelle's hands left her head to protect her breasts. Michael laughed out loud as Soong Ghi loosed her bladder onto his hardwood floor. Chapter 2 "I fucking hate you," Michelle sobbed from her fetal position on the hard floor. Her hands were cupped between her legs, over her swollen pubic mound. Next to her, Soong Ghi moaned, also cupping her own very sore pussy. "I hate you, my what?" Michael coaxed, nudging the Latin girl with the toe of his boot. "I hate you, my master," she sobbed. "Well, thank you, and I return your hatred tenfold," he chuckled. "Now, on your knees, hands on heads, let's go." Still whimpering and sniffling, they did so. "Ms. Perez, lean forward until you can put those elbows on the floor. Ms. Ghi, go kneel behind your friend," he ordered. "Like this?" Soong Ghi asked. "Like this my...?" Michael prompted. "Like this, my master?" Soong Ghi amended. "Now, I like my pets to have nice, smooth pussies, nice smooth asses," Michael said and knelt down to peer into Soong Ghi's almond eyes. "But as you can see, Ms. Perez is unfortunately afflicted with an obscene amount of hair. Ms. Ghi, I'd like for you to remove it for her." "How?" Ms. Ghi asked. She squealed as his crop again found her bony rear end. "How my master!" she screamed. "Why, with your teeth, of course," Michael chuckled. Michelle felt her friend's breath, then her nose on her very sensitive anus, then the girl's lips. "Aiee!" Michelle cried out as Soong Ghi gave a savage tug. Soong Ghi looked around, and then looked at the smiling Michael. "My master," she asked through clenched teeth. "What do I do with the hair?" "Why swallow it of course," Michael chuckled as he put his briefcase on the table. "Think I want that nasty hair on my floor? Bad enough some silly little girl peed on it." He began grading papers as the two girls choked, sobbed, and squealed. "Let's see," he said after ten minutes. "Oh, Ms. Ghi, now see? You're missing a lot of it. Maybe if you used your tongue to feel around?" Michelle felt her friend's thin tongue run itself around her anus and perineum. Then she felt Mr. Campion's fingers at her pussy lips. "Oh!" she sighed as he traced softly up and down her slit. Soong Ghi sat back on her haunches, hands firmly on her head and watched as Mr. Campion played with her best friend's pussy. He slowly inserted a finger into her moistening pussy and fucked it in and out. "Not a virgin, are you, Ms. Perez?" Michael asked and Michelle jerked backward to drive his fingers deeper into her pussy. "No sir," Michelle admitted. "No my..." Michael prompted. "No, my master, I lost my cherry last summer," Michelle admitted. He continued to finger fuck her, inserting a second finger into her pussy, brushing his thumb over her clitoris. Michelle's hips rocked and she grunted in pleasure. Just as Michelle was about to orgasm, though, Michael pulled his two fingers out of her pussy and roughly jammed them into Michelle's unsuspecting rectum. "Aiee!" she cried out. "Ms. Ghi, your turn," Michael said after Michelle quit shaking. Even though Michelle knew her friend did not inflict pain on purpose, she was still quite savage in her bites and tugs of Soong Ghi's pubic hairs Then Mr. Campion moved her back and began to play with Soong Ghi's pussy. Soong Ghi also admitted to having lost her virginity at age eighteen and was soon thrusting her hips back against Michael's thick fingers. "Ugh!" she grunted in pain when he roughly jammed his fingers into her rectum. "Now, who wants to suck my cock?" he asked, pulling his shorts down and off. Both girls stared, wide eyed at the large slab of meat that hung between his legs. Even flaccid, his cock was the largest they'd ever seen. And the two fleshy orbs that hung down underneath looked massive to them. He sat down on the couch and chuckled at their expressions. "Oh, come on!" he laughed. "You two should be fighting to the death for this privilege!" "Oh, please, Mr. Campion, can I suck your cock?" Soong Ghi quickly said.