Why was no-one stopping her?
Why was she allowed to continue like this?
Who was this deranged woman?
Why me?
Questions I asked myself, after all I have only been in this town a few hours, a short visit for work, enjoying a drink in a local bar, when this woman marches through the door, walks straight up to me and begins screaming in my face,
"FUCK ME YOU BASTARD, COME ON FUCK ME, THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT? ISN'T IT!!!"
I looked all around me, but nobody moved or battered an eye lid, as she continued her rant,
"YOU WANT TO STICK YOUR COCK UP MY CUNT, DON'T YOU? POUND ME HARD? FILL ME FULL OF SPUNK?"
I turned to the bar tender and held out my hands, shrugging my shoulders as if to ask for help, he just ignored me and continued to chat with another customer.
"GET YOUR DICK OUT, ARSEHOLE!! RAM IT UP MY FANNY." She yelled.
I got up to leave but invisible hands kept me sitting on the stool.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SCARED YOUR TINY COCK WILL GET LOST IN MY BIG WET CUNT!"
However much I tried, I was unable to move, stuck fast in my seat as this strange woman continually abused me,
"LITTLE COCK, TINY COCK, NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB COCK, WILL I FEEL IT? NO I WON'T!!"
I watched her lift up her dress, the higher it went, the thicker her hairs became, an unkempt lawn lay upon her thighs, I almost threw up when she revealed her vagina. A forest of matted pubes appeared before my eyes, puss dripped between her legs, green and sticky. She turned to the regulars,
"MAYBE BOYS, HE WANTS MY ARSE?"
She turned around and bent over, displaying her stained, hairy brown button. I watched her put two fingers in it.
The ringing of the alarm clock, woke me with a start, I was covered in a cold sweat, relieved the nightmare was over. But was it, this was just the recent one of many I had experienced since I took on this new assignment.
I showered and changed and headed out to meet my contact, Deputy Headmistress, Sandy Long, who was to help me install a new computer system within the school. On my arrival, I was escorted to her room, told to sit outside until I was called in, it reminded me of my own school days, where I was called to the headmasters room to explain how certain things kept appearing on the schools computers. I never did anything nasty, never downloaded porn or changed results, I just kept altering the teachers home pages, removing their innocent pictures and replacing them with caricatures of themselves. It was he who encouraged me to develop my computing skills, which got me to where I am today. Meeting him once after I had left school, he admitted that although he had to be seen to punish me for the things I did, he was impressed with my skills and misses seeing those teachers faces, when they saw what I had done to their screens.
It seemed like an eternity before she opened her door, when she did, I froze in fear, the woman standing before me, was the woman who invaded my dreams, the one who continually mocked and abused me. How could this be? I have never met the woman before, not even spoke to her on the phone, yet she was the cause of endless nightmares.
"Follow me." She said.
It was an order not a request, which I duly complied with, we walked down corridor after corridor, Miss Long pointing at doors, telling me which rooms were to have the new equipment installed in. Finally we came to the nerve centre, the room where the hub was situated, the existing system, when new, was of top spec, but sadly by modern standards was not up to the demands required today. I was startled when she said,
"Fuck it's cold in here."
I just gave her a questionable look.
She just laughed,
"You think that because I'm a woman, a teacher, a deputy head, I don't know how to swear, believe me Mr, after more than 30 years teaching, I've forgotten more cuss words than you will ever know. Now let's get out of here before my nipples get so hard, they break my blouse."
Pardon the pun, those words broke the ice and I found myself more relaxed around her.
Back in her office we discussed how we could proceed with the installation without causing to much interruption to the school. I suggested that, I could fit the classrooms out with the necessary equipment on Saturdays and Sundays.
"Saturdays will be fine, the school is open for the various extra curricula activities we provide, Sunday maybe an issue, I would have to get someone to open it up for you, which means paying overtime, I don't think the Governors will agree to that, this project is already costing a fortune, but I will see what I can do." She said.
"Okay, if it's a problem, I'm sure we can find away to work around it." I replied.
That night Sandy Long invaded my dreams again, standing in front of me, topless, her wrinkled, blue veined tits, hung down to her waist, sour curdled milk, dripped from her crusted nipples,
"LITTLE COCK, LITTLE COCK, TINY LITTLE HAMSTER COCK." She continually taunted me.
I worked hard all day, trying to get the job finished as quick as I could, the sooner I left this place, the sooner my nightmares would end, I hoped. All week I tried to avoid Ms Long but this was Friday and I knew that she was expecting me to give a report on how things were progressing. I sat outside her office, awaiting her to call me in, when she burst through the door and announced,
"I haven't the time right now, school emergency, my house 7pm."
She thrust a piece of paper in my hands, written on it was her address, another order I had to obey.
As a foot note she called back to me,
"Bring wine, plenty of it, red and full bodied."
I knocked on her door at the appointed time, slightly shaking, fearing the worst, not knowing if my nightmares were about to come true. The door opened and the woman standing before me, was not one I recognised. Her dowdy clothing I was so used to seeing her in, had been replaced by a long Nirvana t-shirt, underneath and just visible, she wore white shorts and her feet were bare with painted toenails. She grabbed the bag from my hand, which contained several bottles of wine and bade me to follow her. The hallway was littered with certificates, a degree in this, a degree in that, even a P.H.D.
"Wow you are one clever lady." I remarked.
We chatted about the work I had done over the last few days, whilst sharing copious amounts of wine,
"I scare you, don't I?" She asked
I think the wine took over as I found myself telling her about my nightmares, she listened patiently as I recounted every detail that I could remember. When I finished, she stretched her legs out in front of her and said,