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Author's Notes/Trigger Warning: This is a story about a NonConsent/Reluctance Scenario that involves a ton of Blackmail. So, if this isn't your cup of tea then why are you even in this section of Literotica to begin with? Seriously, just pass this story on by and don't bother reading it just to flame me in the comments. I am going to be exploring some religious and philosophical rhetoric in this story and I will admit now that yes, I am deliberately mischaracterizing some arguments in today's society because that is how some people legitimately think, feel, and act. So, again, if you don't want to deal with it, then move on. If you do, however, like going down the dark and twisted path with me, then, by all means, enjoy the ride.
Alright... I'm off my soap box now.
For those of you wondering about my other series, they're in the works (last I counted I had around 40 active stories in dozens of different series, ten of which are my professional works) and I'm back to writing them now that my third professional book is now published under my other pen name of Diesel Jester. Why am I posting all this, then? Because I needed some non-steampunk and non-fantasy fun fluff to write to clear my mind and not think of deadlines and expenses.
Disclaimers: everyone portrayed here is of legal age of consent and legal drinking age.
Model Inspirations:
Brooke and Elsa - Anna and Elsa, respectively, from Frozen.
Mandy - Rapunzel (post haircut) from Tangled.
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CHAPTER 1: The Ice Queen Teacher
"Is it me or does Mrs. Riley hate us guys?" Daniel grumbled as he and his three close teammates and friends filed out of History 375; Equality and the Renaissance. They were all on the Fencing, Rifle, and Biathlon teams for Hazard Christian University of Kentucky. Being a small college that just entered the ranks of Division II NCAA, they were eager to hand out full ride athletic scholarships and have students on multiple teams. That's how Daniel came all the way from the Pacific Northwest down to the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. Now, with another chew-out session with the campus' resident Ice Queen under his belt and another low grading paper, he was starting to worry about his scholarship.
It wasn't the first time he'd expressed his dismay at being in one of Elsa Riley's classes. He'd had her for History 101 and 102 his Freshman year and History 201 and 202 last year. He barely squeaked by with a C in all classes. But he'd noticed that for similar or lesser work, the girls in the classes were getting As and Bs. He'd brushed it off as sheer paranoia and being disgruntled at just getting an average grade at first. But last semester he was seeing a trend and this semester was no different. He'd intentionally skipped taking her his Junior year and was only back now in his senior year because he needed the credit for graduation.
"Naw, it ain't you, man," Bo, a senior like Daniel, said, looking at his own paper. He was a local and he had a lot more riding on this than Daniel had as it'd be back to his family's farm to work if he lost his scholarship. "I'd heard stories from my friends that she was bad, but I had no idea just how bad she was."
"Rumor has it," Mike chimed in. He was another local whose parents owned a business in town. "That she went off the deep end after the death of her husband in a hospital some years back, some gang thing, losing her job in the process. That's why she'd come down south after getting out of the hospital. She came down here for the small town life, remarried, but has been a bitch the entire time."
"Brutal, either way..." Daniel commented. He saw one of the girls coming out of the class that he was on good terms with, bordering on friendly. "Hey, Mandy, what'd you get on your paper?"
"I got a B," Mandy said, coming over and showing him. "The Mrs. Riley marked me down for getting a couple of things messed up. How'd you all do?" she asked. Taking his paper, she gasped. "She marked you down a whole letter grade just for margins being a centimeter off, really?"
"Keep going, it gets better..." Daniel sighed.
"TWO letter grades just because you disagreed with her and came up with your own conclusion that, from the looks of it, you backed up with evidence? What the fuck?" Mandy was aghast as she handed it back. "You need to go to the dean about this. Did you have these problems with her last year?"
"No... I'm not going to go to the dean... That'll just cause more problems."
"Well, y'all need to do something because that's bullshit," Mandy said. "I'll catch y'all on Thrusday's class," she added, waving them goodbye as she walked off to her next class.
"She's right, you know," Bo pointed out. "We have to do something."
"Going to the dean will just sound like we're bitching and complaining," Daniel said. "Surely we can reason with her?"
Mike snorted. "Good luck with that one, boyio... I'll see y'all at practice."
Daniel mulled it over as his friends left. He didn't have another class for today and his thoughts lingered on the situation. Something had to be done, but what? He decided on the direct approach, did an about face, and walked back into Mrs. Riley's classroom, heading straight back for her adjoining office, subtly reaching into his pocket for his phone.
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Elsa Riley glanced up from her grading when Mr. Thomas walked back into her classroom. "Your class has been dismissed," she commented, going back to her work. She had a lot to do before she left for the day. "And I'm busy right now."