.Why is it so dark? Where am I? Why are my hands tied behind me? Why is it so hard to breathe?
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I am starting to see the outline of the room I’m in. The sight of the familiar objects around me brings back the memory of what has happened to me. I’m in a classroom, but it’s not my classroom. I’m sitting on the floor, my hands tied to the desk in back of me. I look at the dress I’m wearing; it’s a snazzy red number but wrinkled and dirty. I look at my legs; my shoes are gone and there is blood on my stocking feet.
The sight of the blood brings it all back to me. My name is Ms. Gemma Rox; I’m a high school teacher. I am 28 years old and, if I may say, quite pleasing to look at. All the male students look at me with lust in their eyes. All the girls gaze at me with envy, hoping they look as good in ten years as I do now.
I’m working on loosening the ropes that bind my hands. As I do, my mind turns to thoughts of Laurie.
Laurie Breeze.
She’s the girl who is responsible for me being in the predicament I’m in right now. She’s 18, a cheerleader, an honor student, and one of the most beautiful young girls I’ve ever seen. I remember that she was furious with me earlier today about something.
What was it? It’s so hard to think in the dark. What did Laurie do to me, anyway?
Oh, right…..her boyfriend Jeff. She was yelling at me about him. I’m having trouble remembering exactly what happened, but I know she started hitting me and that I was forced to defend myself.
Then…..somehow…..she must have knocked me unconscious. I don’t have any recollection of it happening, but it must have. Otherwise, why am I sitting in a dark classroom tied to the desk? But how could it have happened? How could that sweet young thing have gotten the best of me in a fight? I am 5’6 and weigh 130 pounds. I have five inches and 15 pounds on her. Plus, I’m an adult. I’m tougher and more experienced than any high school kid. I’ve been in fights before…..and never lost.
She must have hit me with something.
Yeah, that’s got to be it; couldn’t be anything else.
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Working my hands back and forth, I’ve loosened the ropes behind me and am getting ready to pull them free, when the classroom door opens and the lights go on. I blink from the sudden brightness and as my eyes adjust, the first thing I see is Laurie standing in the doorway looking at me with eyes that reflect only white-hot hatred.
She is wearing her blue and white cheerleading outfit with white socks and tennis shoes. She looks anything but imposing and I still can’t understand how she got the best of me. Her soft, brown hair sets off her blue eyes and she looks totally adorable in that cute little skirt. The look of anger on her face contrasts sharply with her innocent beauty.
“You’re finally awake,” she says. “Did you enjoy it, Ms. Rox? Did you enjoy getting beat up for making out with my boyfriend?”
Yes, now I remember what went down between us. The memory just came flaring back.
“Laurie,” I intoned, “I told you before. I didn’t seduce your boyfriend. I don’t have any interest in high school boys, for heaven’s sake.”
“You were kissing him. I
saw you kissing him!”
“No, Laurie,” I sighed, “He was kissing me. Why don’t you believe me? You’ve seen how these young guys look at me. Don’t tell me you’ve never noticed. The fact is, I was talking with him about his homework assignment and he grabbed me and kissed me. I was trying to fight him off but he was too strong for me. What was I supposed to do, Laurie?”
“That’s not what I saw!” yells the cheerleader. “I know what you were doing! I beat you bloody before, and if you don’t agree to stay away from Jeff, I’m gonna do it again right now.”
“I didn’t do anything with your damn boyfriend, Laurie!” I holler. “Now come here and untie me, damn it!”
“I’ll come over there to kick your sleek ass,” grumbles Laurie, and walks toward me with an expression of pure hatred on her face.
At that moment, I jerk my hands free from the ropes that bind me, but wait until she is almost upon me before I let on that I have escaped. When she is close, she kicks at me with her sneaker-clad foot, but I am ready. Bringing my hands forward, I catch her foot and push as hard as I can. The look of surprise on Laurie’s face is almost comical as she is thrust backward, landing on her butt nearly ten feet away from me. Even in my weakened condition, I’ve still got the goods!
“You little bitch!” I yell as I rise from the floor, throwing off the rope and stomping toward her. Her look of anger has been replaced by astonishment and a growing fear. I am in awesome physical shape and have never been intimidated by a student before. I still don’t know how Laurie knocked me out earlier, and perhaps I never will know. It doesn’t matter, though, because any damage done from here on is going to be done by me. No student has ever gotten the better of me before and this little girl isn’t going to be the first. I don’t lose……I
always win.
I reach down, grab Laurie’s hair and yank her to her feet. Before she can react, I draw back my fist and punch her squarely in the mouth. The blow lands solidly and she drops to the floor like a rock. As I move toward her, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall, and suddenly understand why it’s been difficult to breathe. My nose is a bloody mess. It’s been bleeding and continues to bleed. Now I understand where the blood on my feet came from.
Just thinking of this little bitch making me bleed brings my anger flaring up. I stomp on her crotch, causing her to howl in agony. I go to my knees and gouge her firm boobs until she shrieks. She shoves me away and I fall back, but when she tries to mount me, I launch a straight kick at her face with my stocking foot that mashes against her mouth and sends her sprawling on her back. I get to my feet and slowly advance as she watches me, wide-eyed. As I said, I don’t know how she rendered me unconscious before, but it’s plain that she knows she’s in for trouble now. A vicious smile spreads across my face as I move toward her. I even take the time to let her stand up. After all, having her stand is the next step toward knocking her down again, isn’t it? I am sure the fight has been taken out of her. Now, I’ll make her pay for what she did to me earlier.
My overconfidence is responsible for what happens next….I know that now. I never even see the punch Laurie uses to bludgeon me to the ground. I don’t even feel it when the back of my skull hits the tile floor. As I lie on my back, I probe with my tongue and feel where a tooth has been loosened. I am sickened by the taste of the blood in my mouth. Good lord, where did she learn to punch like that?
“I told you to stay away from my boyfriend, you bitch,” shrieked Laurie. “Now I’m going to make you regret you ever tried to seduce him.”
“I swear, Laurie, I didn’t go after him,” I say, trying to buy some time before she attacks again. “Why would I want an 18-year-old? You can see how beautiful I am, can’t you? I can get any man I want. I don’t need a boy. Think about it, will you? Use your common sense.”
“No matter what you say, I know what I saw, Ms. Rox,” said Laurie. “Jeff isn’t interested in you. He wants me and only me. You must have come on to him. You must have forced him to kiss you!”
Laurie’s lips curl with hate as she leaps on my prone body. I have recovered sufficiently to make a fight of it, though. She sprawls on top of me and we grab each other by the hair. I try to force her off me and finally succeed. Straddling her, I let go of her hair and go for her eyes, trying to gouge them with my thumbs. She turns frantic when she realizes what I am trying to do and hurls me off her. I am a bit shaken at the strength it took for her to do that, but I don’t waste time thinking about it. We both rise to our feet and start throwing wild punches at each other. Many miss the mark, but I am landing more solid shots than she is. I punch her on the point of the jaw and see her arms jerk crazily in the air as she staggers backward. Pursuing her, I grab Laurie’s shoulders and slam her against the wall over and over, forcing sounds out of her mouth that sound like **UNNHHH**. Her agony is music to my ears and I laugh out loud, but she puts a stop to that by launching a crunching knee to my groin. I am forced back a few steps and Laurie comes at me with all guns blazing, whaling away with flying fists. I back up to give myself time to recover, and when Laurie comes forward again, I grab her by the hair and spin her around in a circle. As she loses her footing, I release her and let her crash into the wall. She lies writhing on the floor, facing away from me with her cute cheerleader skirt hiked up to her waist. Her sobs fill the room and I feel joy in my heart. After all, this snotty little high school bitch had decided to beat up her teacher…..and she deserves to be destroyed for it.
Smiling confidently, I reach down, lift her by the hair and bend her over backward. Her flat stomach looks so smooth and vulnerable as I pound my fist down on it, driving Laurie to the floor again. As I straddle her, I reach forward to slam numerous punches to her vagina, even as I smother her with my butt planted firmly on her face.
Her helpless cries, muffled by my ass, begin to stimulate me. I exult in my supremacy! I rejoice in my brutality!
In desperation, Laurie somehow works her hand between my legs and clasps a death grip on my privates. Her fingernails dig in brutally and I scream with pain. As I instinctively raise my body slightly off hers, she places both hands on my backside and brutally thrusts me away from her, forcing me face-first into the wall.
Needing time to recover, both of us sit for a moment in the positions we have landed in; me sitting with my face against the wall, Laurie on her back with her hands covering her eyes.
Finally, we rise to our knees, crawl toward each other, and go at it again. I put both hands around her throat and throttle her. My grip is tight and I shake her back and forth. Her eyes begin to bulge and her tongue is lolling from her mouth. I have her now, I definitely have her.
“Jeff….mine….Jeff,” she gurgles.
“For the last time!” I shriek, accenting each word with a throttle of her throat, “I don’t want your goddamn boyfriend! He came on to me! He overpowered me and only stopped because you walked in the room. Why the fuck can’t you believe me?”
I’m certain Laurie is finished, but she has one more surprise for me. I thought I had her choked out. Her eyes are closed and I believe she is already unconscious. For the third time, then, I’m totally surprised by the punch she throws that smashes me flat. As before, it comes from out of nowhere and it must have been a hell of a shot. I lie on my back, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to figure how I got there. Even through my daze, I still have the faculties to wonder how such a sweet looking girl could hit that hard. I also now know that in the first part of our fight, she didn’t hit me with any object to lay me out…..she didn’t need to. Her bare fists were enough of a weapon to do the job.
Laurie stands up and walks over. Standing above me, I can see she is crying and looking at me with pure hatred. She goes to her knees, straddles me and begins pounding away with her fists.
“STAY…AWAY…FROM…JEFF!” she screeches, punctuating each word with another smashing fist to my face. She bruises my cheekbones, bloodies my eyebrows and bashes my nose.
“I didn’t…..I never….” I spit as blood gurgles in my ruined mouth. Laurie stops my protestations by loosening another one of my teeth with a slamming punch.
I can’t stop her. She’s going to kill me. This innocent looking cheerleader can end my life if she wants to. I hold up my hands in a traditional position of surrender, begging her to stop beating me. I hate the sound of my voice, pleading with a student like this, but at least she stops pounding me. As Laurie gets to her feet and looks down at me, I curl myself into a fetal position, another classic indicator of submission.
She lowers her fists, still crying and looking at me with loathing.
“I’m going to wash my face,” said Laurie. “I’ll be back in five minutes and you had better be gone. And I’m warning you for the last time, Ms. Rox. Don’t go near Jeff again. If it’s true that you can have any man you want, then you don’t need my boyfriend. Got it, bitch?”
I nod meekly, and she turns to leave the room.
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Even as I lie on my back, thinking about how I have been beaten bloody by a teenage girl, my mind can’t accept it. I have never lost at anything….not in sports, not in my profession, not in life. Not in fistfights, either. My students would be shocked if they knew how many women their teacher had worn out her knuckles on. I’ve been in catfights before…..and the thing is that people like me are too beautiful and successful to lose. I always win in the end……. and that's what is going to happen now.
I sit up and slip off my pantyhose. I lie back down, hiding the nylons behind me and waiting for Laurie to come back. When she does, and sees that I’m still in the room, her face glowers in anger. She has cleaned herself up, smoothed out her cheerleading outfit and looks prim, pretty and vicious as she marches toward my prone body.
When she reaches me, Laurie hauls me to my feet by one arm and prepares to attack me again. Moving as quickly as I can, I pivot behind her and wrap the pantyhose around her neck. Pulling, I bend her slightly backward so she is off-balance, probably wondering what I’m using to choke her. I’m applying all the power left in my body because I can’t afford to have her overcome me again. Tightening the nylon noose, I watch her face turn red and her eyes bulge. As her windpipe becomes constricted, her arms pinwheel wildly and she starts to emit choking sounds that punctuate her inability to breathe. As consciousness begins to desert her, Laurie’s struggles abate and I allow her to sink to the floor. I sit down, too, wrapping my legs around her midsection from behind and allowing her to see that my legs are bare. I see her eyes register this fact and know she has realized too late that I have removed my pantyhose and am using it to strangle her. If she had seen it sooner, she might have avoided what is happening to her now.
Maintaining my death grip around her neck with the nylons, I lean forward over her shoulder so that she can see my face from the corner of her eye. I note with satisfaction that she is helpless….completely at my mercy. I can kill her if I want to. Laurie’s eyes tell me I will have no more trouble from her, certainly not about her damn boyfriend.
“Laurie,” I hiss. “This is the last time we will ever have contact with each other. There is no sense in you going to the administration about this fight, is there? After all, you were the one who got physical, and I was only defending myself. No one is going to take your word over mine, anyway. And if you go to the administration or the school board, I’ll ruin you. Do you understand? I’ll hunt you down and I’ll ruin you. Do you get it? And forget all this shit about your boyfriend. I told you I don’t want anything to do with him. He forced himself on me. Your problem is with him, not me. Do you understand, Laurie? Do you?”
Laurie stares at me, tears of suffocation streaming from her eyes. I expect her to submit meekly, ready to promise anything just to be free of this torture. Instead, her eyes blaze at me with hatred, fear and defiance. She tries to speak but the noose is too tight and she cannot.
But she won’t surrender. The little bitch simply won’t. Even as my lust for victory grows, I feel a coal of admiration for her valor burning inside me.
But mercy is not a quality that lies within me. I
must win……at all costs. With renewed determination, I pull the nylons even tighter around the Laurie’s windpipe. Her legs kick wildly in hopeless desperation; her eyes bulging from their sockets as her air is cut off. Her face turns red, then purple. Her eyes, which had been fixed on my face, lose their focus and seem now to stare at nothing. I watch as unconsciousness overtakes Laurie and note that the last expression in her eyes before she passes out is one of puzzled resignation.
It’s over. She’s still breathing, but it’s over. She’s young. She’ll recover.
Realizing that I have won, I hold the girl in my arms, gently cradling her supple body. I find myself cherishing the fighting spirit of Laurie, lamenting that the battle is over. Then, I stand; find my shoes, smooth my dress and walk thoughtfully back to my office.
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As she enters the room, the teacher doesn’t see the boy sitting at her desk until she turns the lights on. Startled, she exclaims;
“Jeff! You scared me. What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean, Ms. Rox?” asks Jeff. “You said to wait here until you finished talking to Laurie. I thought you’d be back much sooner. What took you so long?”
“Well,” smiled the teacher, “Let’s just say your ex-girlfriend was a little harder to handle than I thought she’d be.”
“I guess so,” answered Jeff. “I mean, no offense, Ms. Rox, but you look like you’ve been in a war. Say, you didn’t hurt her too badly, did you?”
“Jeff,” cooed the teacher, smiling enticingly. “I can safely say she’s feeling no pain. Now, come here, lover. Don’t you have a kiss for your teacher?”
“I sure do, Ms. Rox. I thought you’d forgotten about me.”
“That will never happen, Jeff……..and why don’t you call me Gemma?”
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