Mrs Helen Kavanna walked slowly down the wooden corridor, her heels clapping as she walked. She smiled to herself as she looked through the glass windows into the classrooms full of children. She stopped and watched. Her deputy Anthony Stringer stood at the front of the class, he was about 15 years younger than Helen. He was quite a large fat man but the enthusiasm he put into his teaching made him entertaining. He stood there commanding attention from all of the children as he talked about something or other. His hands flying around as he made the children laugh one moment and the next pay so close attention that she was sure they would get eye strain. Helen looked towards the back of the class and saw one of the more troublesome members of the school sitting perfectly still listening. Jenny Jones was absorbed in his words – she wasn't really listening but the sound of the authority and power in his voice made her tremble. Helen watched Jenny mesmerised and smiled. Helen carried on down the corridor
Helen went into her office and closed the door behind her; the sign on her door read Mrs Helen Kavanna, Head Teacher, St Lukes School. She sat in her big leather chair and reclined – lighting a cigarette and taking a bottle of scotch from her lower draw she rested her feet on the desk. She poured large glass and laid back closing her eyes.
It was the last day of term at school and Helen felt as if now at twenty past three in the afternoon she could finally relax. She took a deep drink and let the hot liquid slip down her throat.
That was the last thing she remembered, she woke with a start, she opened her eyes but it was dark, she tried to move but something was holding her, she tried to scream but she couldn't her mouth was stuck together, her arms tied her feet tied – what the hell was going on. She stopped to listen; she could just make out the soft sounds of laughter all around her. She started to struggle and with that the laughter grew in volume. She struggled but eventually she stopped in a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. She then felt hand on her body, a hand gripped her breast through her blouse and squeezed it hard, she screamed inside her head but nothing could escape her lips. She felt many more hands forcefully removing her clothes – tearing and tugging at them. She went red as she remembered what she had put on under her suit today. As her blouse was ripped off and her skirt tugged down the laugher grew. Helen remembered vividly her trip last night to her local sex shop to buy something special for her last day at school, she had purchased a very sluttish corset and panty set, lace top stockings but the worst thing was the love eggs that she had firmly wedged into her pussy the little wire trailing from her damp panties to her waist where the controller was clipped. She went bright red at the though. She felt a hand rip the controller from her waistband and she felt the eggs buzzing in her pussy. Her embarrassment grew as she couldn't help but gyrate to the vibrations coursing through her pussy. The laugher grew even more as Helen ground her large hips in front of the substantial crowd. She felt the orgasm build up more and more in her but soon as she was close the eggs were pulled from her.
Helen felt a tug at her head as the hood was ripped off; the bright light dazzled her as she fought to see whom the perpetrators of this were. She looked up there were seven maybe eight people in the room. A face lowered over hers
"Helen," a soft voice said, "you have brought this on yourself, and now we are the ones who will make you see the error of your ways."
Helen looked startled as she realised who it was. He ripped the tape from her mouth causing her to scream out; "Dave, you!"
"Yes Helen the one you have pushed around all the time has finally got the backbone to stand up to you," he slapped her ass hard.
"Fuck Dave why?" she screamed.
