Thread: No Mercy! (Jack Stalker and Lina)

She wasn't going to do that anymore. She was not. Definitely not . Hayden Payne kept telling herself that Over and over as she sat there on the chair she had sat on so many times before at the call of Headmaster Carter. She'd debated not coming by the office entirely, but given what he had done to her before given what he was capable of she didn't dare risk disobedience. It was futile really, she already caved when she decided to come back to this place after having spent months at home with her newborn son telling everyone about wanting a career change Yet here she was, back in the saddle. Hayden loved teaching, there was only one things she loved more than teaching and it was exactly that which she wanted to get away from. George Cater or rather what John Carter did to her. It wasn't simply cheating, after all, she didn't really want him. he made her want him, need him He put some kind of spell on her that turned her into his personal little whore, something he loved to emphasize. Well into her pregnancy too far for comfort many would say he had fucked her to shreds every single day, sometimes twice a day and near the end even over the weekend when he had her come in for overtime. But it wasn't just cheating, it wasn't just lust I already mentioned that. What they had, what he did was something really special. There weren't any butterflies, no flirtation or romance... George Carter treated her like shit. He called her a whore and a slut and he debased and humiliated her every chance he got. He would sit in on her classes and take notes or act as if he did and after class, after everyone had left she was to report to his office and he'd go over his notes with her They were always bad lists of mistakes, comments about her clothes or posture, her hair, pronunciation... all he could think off. After he chided her for her mistakes, telling her she was a lousy teacher and a whore he'd proceed to punish her, harshly. Very harshly. For about six months until she was forced to finally take up her pregnancy leave he had paddled her with the toughest, largest paddle he could find, caned her thighs until her throat was hoarse from screaming, whipped her breasts with his belt until they looked like ripe pommegranates and spanked her over his knee like the little whore he called her. But what was worst of all, all of that got her incredibly worked up every time . He beat her relentlessly and it kindled some forbidden flame inside her loins that her own husband could only dream of. By the time her skin was red with lashes and her face was streaked with tears she would beg him to fuck her until she finally collapsed in a puddle of gaiety and shame, telling herself that that time, was the last time. It never was. I'm good thank you Sir. Hayden answered, feeling that all too wel known knot in her stomach as he spoke to her, she could feel it tighten every time he called her a little whore. What's changed? she asked, trying to avoid him but it didn't appear as he was listening. I'm not going to do that anymore Sir. I am a mother now, I want to be faithful to my husband and I want to take care of my family. I'm not a whore any more. I am just a teacher now. If that's not enough you will just have to fire me. Hayden practiced that little speech in her head over a thousand times yet now, she couldn't utter it. She tried, but she couldn't get it past her almost perfect, for now un-smeared lips. She trembled. As if the man cast a spell on her, she was entirely under his control. It was pointless to resist, futile. Her body craved what he had on offer and she hated him for it, she hated herself. Yet she complied. She slipped her fingers under her skirt, lifting it almost up to her hips and slid out of her panties . Trying not to bend over too much, she guided them down her slim legs and stepped out of them, one foot before the other. Tears welled up in her eyes but she managed to hold the floodgates back. One step at a time, she walked past his desk and deposited her undergarments into his pocket. I'm sorry I've been... away for so long. she offered. It took me... too long to get back into shape for... work she added hesitantly.