The Payback
Written by taster
Before you think of my actions as cruel and inhumane, you need a background for them. I am an accountant for a well known law firm, and as soon as I get my PHD, will have the title senior accountant there. I will be the first female to hold the title there, and did not get where I am from bedding down with the bosses. I live in suburbia New York, and have a great place, almost paid for, and a hopefully great future.
I went to a prestegious elementry boarding school, and it is there that my anger and revenge story begins. In the sixth grade, I was an A student, and had no problems with staff or fellow students. My teacher, Ms. Stabile, Annie Stabile, was a strict but fair and understanding educator. She was about 29 or 30 when I had her as my teacher, and a well kept girl for a job that only required patience. At a party for Thankgiving was where I met the true Ms. Stabile. In the course of our little gathering, I threw a patch of wet paper across the room at a friend, bouncing it off her head, into another student, and landing it on the teacher's desk and knocking her glass of soda over. Ol' Hawkeye, as we called her, came over and grabbed my hair, telling me we would have an appointment after school. Shaking enough as it was, I nodded yes, and the party wasn't the same for me anymore.
As school ended that day, Ms. Stabile reminded me of our appointment, and dismissed the class. I sat there expecting to go through about 2 boxes of chaulk writing "I must not..whatever". She came back to the room, and rather nicely escorted me up to the door and motioned me to follow her. Several of my girlfriends were at the end of the hall watching, but left before they too would get involved. We climbed the stairs two flights up, me following her and observing her shaking buns as we ascended. Into the library, and through the woods to an area of the school I had never been. It was a bit old, and dry and dusty. We entered an older office, and she turned back as I entered behind her. She went over to the door and slid a small deadlock bolt over, assuring no one could barge in on us. My silly thoughts of kiddie punishment left my mind, as a fear enveloped my innards. She said she had yesterday's math and English test to correct, and my punishment would last throughout. She had me admit my guilt, my wrong, and that extreme measures were in line. I had to agree, or who knows what she would have done. The next hour of my life was a burden I would carry for fourteen years.
She ordered me to turn around, lift my skirt up and tuck it into my waistband. The thought of a spanking never had entered my mind, and I trembled and shook. Next she cam up behing and pulled my cotton panties down to my shaking knees, and gave a small slap to my tiny little mounds of hiney flesh. I was just reaching pubity, and this was as embarrassing as it gets. I knew she could smell my wetness, yes it was getting my hormones going, and I was afraid she would see my peachfuzz covered pubic area if she turned me around. She put her hand on my shoulder and bekoned me down to my knees, never crossing forward to my line of sight. The horror filled my mind when she ordered me to bend over, put my face to the floor, and pull my legs up toward my budding chest. To be exposed like this humiliated me beyond words. She walked away, and returned with a seat cushion of some kind, and pushed it under my face, telling me to look straight down into it. The scent of stale sweat filled my nostrils, as I realized this was off her chair.
To add insult to injury, she pulled my right hand back behind me, and grabbed my middle finger. She apparently rubbed some kind of lubricant very lightly on it, then directed it to my exposed bumhole. She slowly pushed it in a bit, then pulled it out, and repeated this action several times, getting my finger deeper with each thrust. Finally, my finger buried completely in my crap cavity, she ordered me to start moving it around inside in a circiular motion, very slowly she insisted. My virgin cunny was already moistened fully, and I knew she had noticed it. She told me she had papers to grade, and to continue this till told to stop. I was in tears already, but out of fear I never stopped. God knows how long it was when an odor of feces fill the air. It was getting uncomfortable rotating my finger around, and a bit raw around my now raw rosebud. She noticed my hesitant motions, and yelled out " Don'y you stop you little bitch. You'll have plenty to be crying about if you do!" Somehow I kept going, till I heard her rise from her chair and come up behind me. By now, I knew there was a small mess around my exposed anus, and God knows what she had in store for me. She reached down and yanked my hand out of the puckered hole, causing me to shudder, yet sigh in relief. Next, after my order to stand up, she came around front and took my right hand up to my face and told me to clean the little digit with my mouth. I was aghast. But her mood told me to do so. I never could believe I would be tasting my own shit, with Ms.Stabile standing there looking at me, in the security of the school I was in. How terrible it tasted, to the pleasure of my captor. The dry bitter taste and the aroma almost had me passing out. She inspected it several times, before releasing me from this task. Her only explanation was that you act like an ass, then you will know what an ass is for.
This memory kept me up many nights.
I had been browsing the internet, checking my stocks, and reseaching some companies, and decided to get a little dirty and check out the porn pages. I came across link after link of all kinds of stuff, some hot, some not so. A little gay page, sponsered by a locally named group caught my eye. I had all kinds of stories, and I was sort of into the lesbian pages when I came across a button for "Pictures from one of our hot Parties". I figured I should look and see how the other half lives and started clicking through them.
Oh my God. The face was as clear as yesterday. There was my dear Ms. Stabile, dancing wildly, drink in hand, with a girl aorud 17 or 18, both bare chested. I downloaded the pic, and put it in an imaging program, and magnified it, staring at it, not sure if I wanted it to be her or not. I went back and clicked every pic, finding her in at least 15 more. The one that shattered me had her kneeling behind a well shaped butt, which had been positioned in the same manner she set me up. I downloaded not only the pictures, but every link and page I could find that attributed itself to this group. In case of a crash, I save them to a fresh zip disk, so they couldn' be lost. "Gotcha"
I went around some more, seaching for an alma mater page for my school, and sure enough, found it. I new exactly what to do, and had no doubts about it. I got several names of girls who had just graduated, and found several living right in my own area. As low and illegal as this might be, I was determined to set this matter straight.
I sent several "hello to all fellow grads" to the home page, and got several answers from various girls, some older than me, some much younger. A girl by the name of Sandra B. sent me an email, relaying congrats, and informing me she had graduated just last year. After several communications, I set up an appointment to meet her at a Micky D's, and we talked and talked and talked. She was very proud to have met me, as my resume was quite impressive, and I told her to keep up school till you drop, and she too could reach the level I had. I finally got around to talking trash about the teachers and asked her if she had any of the teachers I had been assigned to. I mentiond them by name, starting with the third grade, and she had them all, but when I mentioned Ms. Stabile, her head kinda dropped. I asked her if she was ok or if she didn't like Ms. Stabile, or what was wrong. She looked up and cried. I knew she had the same, or worse experience, and I now could confront that fucking witch solidly. Needless to say, Sandy had a little deeper experience with Stabile, having been forced to pee after she licked her finger clean, and then drink it. I told her my plan, and that if she wanted out at any time, just let me know and I wouldn't include or implicate her. No, going to the authorities would only relive the humbling for us, so a continuance was in order.
I took a Friday off, and drove up to the school, with 8 x 10 color glossys in hand. I waited till the school day ended, and marched in, greeting several formal teachers, and sharing some past good times with them. I got to Stabile's class door, the same one she had when I was there, and peeked in. She was alone, doing some work around the book shelves. I entered, and she turned to see who it was, and she tried to remember me, but was a bit unsure. "Carol Turner, remember me". She was about to give out a greeting when she stopped for a second, and quietly let out a "Oh, my, how have you been". She looked down and turned back to her work as I worked my way over to her. I could sense her tenseness. She turned her head slowly, as I put the envelope down in front of her, motioning her to look inside. She put her hand on it, looked for while my way, and opened the manilla evelope with apprehension. Her face totally dropped when she saw the first picture. She sifted through them and asked what is it I wanted. I said the elders of this school would love to see these, don't you think "ANNIE"? Her head was lost in her hands. "You would ruin my life for this?" "No Annie, but for the humiliation you gave me, yes". Her first reaction was "I have money". Then she begged me not to ruin her career. She was 44 years old and had 5 more years to reach 25 years there, and be eligible for a pension. I scribbled my address down and told her to be at my place at 8 pm next Friday, or I had a date with her employer. She quickly promised her acceptance of the terms. I grabbed my blackmail, and hurried out.
Next Friday could come quick enough. I rushed home from work, showered, ate a complete meal, and started getting ready for revenge. Sandy came about 6, and I set her up in the emptied closet, removing a panel from the louvre door, and giving her a comfy armchair to await me signal. We talked a bit, but I wouldn't let her on as to what I was up to. At 15, Sandy was already budding nicely, and her shaped had come together well also. She had agreed not to feel embarassed, and had not went potty, except for pee, since last night. Her youth had me second think about this, but I figured She had a right to swifter justice than I had.
The bell rang, about 3 minutes to eight, and a very well dress Annie Stabile appeared. She had a dark blue business suit on, and a very "IN' hat. Her perfume was just right, not to strong, just enough to get one to notice it. She clutched her pocketbook and asked if she could sit down. We went to the couch in the living room, and I pulled the little coffe table in front of us. She nervously opened her pocketbook, and took out an envelope, obviously stuffed with cash. "There's 7,500 dollars in there. It's all I have." I looked at it, and the temptation of greed almost overtook me, but pushed it back toward her. "I'm sorry Annie, this ain't about money".Her face dropped. "You will do exactly as I say, or else. Do you understand?". A head nod wasn't sufficient for me. "You better answer, bitch". My voice would set the tone for the rest of the night. Tears cam down her face, as she realized what I wanted. Yes revenge.
"Now remove that pants suit and fold it neatly and place it over there". Her trembling hand figeted to undo the buttons, and her knees were almost knocking. She still had some youthfull curves, but the older gal was starting to show. "Now let me see your saggy tits!" She tried to reach the clips on the bra, but her age wouldn't let her arms go to the back to undo them. She pulled the brastraps down, and turned the bra around and took it off folding it and holding it up to cover herself. I slapped her arms down, her tits bouncing, and erect faced me. I then realized her sexual preference had made it hard to get what I wanted accomplished. So I went right to the hard stuff. "Take those fucking panties off" She dropped them and took them off, just as I grabbed them. I got up and stuffed the crusted crotch into her mouth. I had her then bend over, hands on knees, and spread her legs about 6 inches. Her wrinkled anus was anything but a rose bud. Years of functioning had left it browned and shaggy. I got a plastic sheet I had next to the couch and placed it directly under her. I got up and wacked her aging fanny several times, leaving my handprint embezzeled on her buns. I sat down behind her, and spread her wide, catching her scent, which was expected, smelly and stale. I forced my middle finger into her, curled it up and pulling out, as to implode her already stained anal rim. Twofingers, then three, then moans, and "please, no more". "So you take advantage of young girls, ha
?". She winched, begging me to take my fingers out. I removed them, finding a good dressing of woman shit draping my fingers. I went right to her mouth, and had her slurping them forcibly, almost gagging every other lick. She started crying aloud, "Oh, please, isn't this enough, no more". I than did what I knew would be my hardest challenge. "OK you ol' cunt, let out you crap, or I'll beat you unmercifly" She shook like hell, pushing her bum out till the hemorroids were hanging out about an inch. Turd after turd fell out into my awaiting hands. I ordered her to stop, which she did on call. I told her to open wide, and fed her mess to her, forcing it in and watching every drop go down her throat. How repulsive I thought. After her feeding, I dragged her to the bathroom, position her accordingly, and showered my self. She was next, as I watch her clean every bit of her waste off her, shaking and humiliated as I watched. We went back to the living room, and I disposed of the stained plastic sheet, and got another, opening it on the center of the rug. She spoke very softly "Please Carol, enough". "Sorry Annie, not enough. Unless you want me to send some pics to your boss?". She was getting a bit shaken up, but the best was yet to come.
I had her lay on her back, and play with herself as I called her every name I could think of, her eyes wandering through the chandelier above her depraved body.
The shock of Sandy walking out from the closet almost gave Stabile a heart attack. She knew her right away, and asked her to forgive her for her evil deeds, hoping this would go no further. "Sorry Annie, wrong again". Sandy stripped down, Stabile marveling at a body she would love to have wake up next to her some morning. I was impressed myself, and for the first time tonight, I felt my clit getting up. Sandy looked at me, wanting to waste no time. I was with her, as she position herself over Annie's foul smelling mouth. As Stabile went to lick her, Sandy pulled up. "You're not there to give me pleasure you fucking witch". Sandy moved a little forward "Look at me whore", as Sabile's eyes widened. I got to the back of Sandy and positin her rosey bum over Annie's mouth. "Ok, Stabile, open wide" Annie by now was afraid to say anything. Sandy's asshole dialated, exposing a perfect hole with a beautiful little turd sitting at the exit door, seeking the way out. It dropped right into the awaiting deposit box, causing a gagging from the already shit filled recipient. I was amazed at the oder of Sandy's shit, quite sweet, along with the usual musk associated with such foul stuff. I pinched the toilet's cheeks, opening her mouth, as a long, thick creamy brown log filled her mouth, curling around as it entered. Annie could hardly close her mouth, but kept forcing herself to chew it. Sandy just kept on, pee dripping out along her slit, and watery messes bursting out her already smeared puckerslot. As Sandy arose, I immediaitely took her spot, and pushed my already imploded asshole on Stabile's face and just exploded my watery mess all over her face. My smell was making me sick, but Stabile kept licking, and whenever possible would stare her sorry eyes at me. Another big burst and I was done. I got up to watch Stabile finish swallowing what was left in her mouth.
I sent Sandy to shower, and had Stabile finger her butt while I waited for her to finish. Sandy returned, and I showered, Annie still plugging her butt. When done we allowed Annie to shower, and cleaned up the mess we created. I put some mess into Annie's panties; let her wear us home I figured. Annie came out, pooped out, and in.
"Ok you fucking witch, get out and keep your fucking hands off your students. I found Sandy, I'll find anyone you fuck with." She picked her shitted panties up and put them on, trying not to notice what was in them. She didn't put her bra on, but got dressed and asked permission to leave. "Granted, out you fucking smelly ol' hole". She flew out the door, Sandy and me laughing, checking out each other's nakedness, and soon embraced and locked in a 69 position. We became very good friends.