From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jenny Stays After School (Mf, rape)
Date: 14 Feb 1996 02:49:36 GMT

		     Jenny's After-School Lesson

	"Jenny, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to talk to you after
class."

	"Aw shit," thought Jenny, "I'm in deep trouble now." Jenny
knew that if she stayed after school with Mr. Anderson, there would be
no way she would make the movie all her friends were going to. "Yeah,
fine," Jenny replied, her voice constricted.

	"Thank you."

	Jenny looked across the room. Two seats up, three seats over,
Jamie sat looking back at her... "Oooooooo you're in trouble," she
whispered. "Whatju do?" Jenny shrugged her shoulders. Perhaps it was
about that test she had gotten back yesterday. She should have done
better, but she was never good at Chemistry. Of course, she hadn't
told her parents about the D-, but figured that Old Anderson was just
the kind of teacher to call them up and tell them. That would be just
great, she would be suspended over the weekend, and forced to study.
There would be NO way she could go on that skiing trip with Jamie,
Emily, and the rest of the girls. Emily said she might even bring some
guys along! But there was no way that was going to happen now. "Damn
you, Mr. Anderson," she muttered under her breath. Luckily, the
elderly teacher was hard of hearing. But the rest of the class heard
it, and broke out laughing. This, old Anderson heard.

	"What?? Will you kids pay attention... Now, as I was saying...
The periodic table is the... BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH... " And so it
continued for the rest of the hour...

	<RIIIINNNNGGGGG>

	School was over. Jenny was just getting ready to leave when
she remembered she had to "talk" with crusty old Anderson. "He's so
senile, he probably forgot by now. I'll walk out and see if he
notices." Jenny got within 5 feet of the door when he heard the creaky
screech of a voice that was Mr. Anderson's. "Jenny, you haven't
forgotten about our little meeting, have you?" "Shhiiit," thought
Jenny. Well, might as well get this over with. Jenny turned around,
and walked back up the isles to the big desk in the front.

	"Just a moment. Let me lock up," droned the old man, walking
up to the front and locking it. He returned. "Sit down, Jenny. We must
talk." Jenny sat.

	"Now Jenny, I know you are an intelligent young lady, so I
want you to listen carefully to what I am saying to you. As you know,
I am rather old, rather weak over you kids. But I do have one power
over all of you. I control your futures. Your grades are in my hands.
I want you to think about this a moment. If I wanted to ruin your
life, I would have no problem doing so, now would I? With one key-
press on a computer I could ruin your chances of ever going to
college." Jenny began to feel a tingle starting at her stomach rise up
and spread around her body. The teacher continued, "Now every year I
take advantage of that fact. There is nothing that anyone can really
do about it. Each year I take the prettiest young lady in my class and
I fuck her."

	Jenny's face went ghost white. She sat there, paralyzed.

	"Yes that's right, I have sex with her. Not every girl, just
the girl with the best breasts, the cutest thighs, the longest legs.
And that prettiest girl is you. Yes, you Jenny." The old man began to
approach Jenny, and as he did, he unbuckled his belt. "Let me teach
you another chemistry lesson, Jenny. I want to introduce you to -
Chloroform." With that, he whipped out a handkerchief and pressed it
over Jenny's face...

	Jenny woke up tied to a bed. She was completely naked. Her
pubic bush was well outlined against her peachy body and the white
sheets. She didn't know when or where she was. A door opened, and out
popped (er- walked) Mr Anderson who too was completely naked. Such a
picture of ugliness Jenny had never seen. His penis, shrunken and
white, and barely erect, was covered with veins which were even now
beginning to throb, pumping blue blood into his partially swollen
member. Jenny shook with fright. Her breasts wiggled back and forth.
Anderson approached her, lay on top of her, and with much difficulty
pushed his dork into her dry cunt. There was much resistance; it was
her first time. Jenny began to scream.

	"Scream all you want. Here, I'll scream too." And they both
screamed together. But after a time, Anderson stopped, and continued
to drill her. As she was having her body assaulted, Jenny began to
realize that no one would believe her if she told anyone. And he could
fail her with much ease. She would have to keep her mouth shut. Jenny
began to cry.

	"Ahh, just what I needed," huffed the evil teacher, collecting
the tears from Jenny's eyes and rubbing them into her sex. "A
lubricant." Explained the teacher between pelvic thrusts. His
excitement was growing noticeably. He began to moan...

	"Ohhhhhhh... Yes,... yes,... YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!" Jenny
felt a hot liquid being jetted into her very womb. Suddenly,
everything stopped. Anderson lay there unmoving. Unbreathing.

	"THANK GOD!!!!!" Jenny screamed between tears!! The man had
died. Now she could escape and tell everyone. There were girls before
her, he had said. Where are they? the must need help! Thank god."

	Jenny tried to reach down to push the elderly man off of her.
But her hands were bound to the bed. She pulled very hard, but to no
avail. "NOOOOO!!" she screamed... But Anderson had done a good job in
bonding her, and she was somewhere secluded... "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

	Three months later, when the two bodies were found together,
one inside the other, it was assumed that the two had been lovers from
two different worlds, who had broken through our culture's restraints
to be together. Novels were written about the incident, and a
miniseries was made of the whole love-affair. In the end, it made the
world a better place.

			       The End