TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 7 - the capture
The car hummed happily as Susie drove home, and she hummed right
along with it. So a few minutes of help on both sides wasn't
such a big deal, but at least it was a start. Now if she could
only find some way through Angie's barrier of cynicism and resentment . . .
She took the usual precautions as she drove out of town, making
sure that no car was following her. Jim had often teased her about
her timidity, but she still couldn't ever feel completely safe
about living in that little house that Jim had built, way out there
in the woods. He had humored her, though, and had made a veritable
fortress of the house, fitting the doors with pick-proof locks,
putting stout shutters in the windows. And best of all, he had
installed a garage door opener, so she could drive in and close the
doors behind her without getting out of the car. And, since the garage
had a connecting door to the house, she felt completely safe, once the
massive garage door fell shut behind her.
And she loved the house itself -- a romantic hideaway, out of sight
and sound of the neighbors, so that they could romp and cavort all
they wanted, without disturbing a soul. Too bad, Susie thought
wistfully, that she had grown up with the stern conviction that romping
and cavorting were sinful.
As a matter of habit, Susie made the rounds as soon as she walked into
the house, making sure that the bolts were in place on the doors, and
that the shutters were securely locked. Everything was in order, just
as she had left it in the morning. But wait! There was a light on in
the master bedroom. Susie gave a little cry of annoyance -- she must
have forgotten to turn the light off when she had left that morning.
As she climbed the stairs, Susie smiled as she recalled again the
afternoon's "adventure". She walked into the bedroom, unbuttoning her
blouse on the way.
What the deuce?
Susie stopped short at the spectacle -- there was no other word for it --
that greeted her. The covers had been stripped from her bed, and the bed
had been remade with black satin sheets, giving the room the appearance
of sinful luxury. And a naked blonde woman was lying in the middle of
the bed, while a man focused a video recorder on her.
Surely, Susie thought, Jim wouldn't be so brazen as to bring a woman
here, into their own bedroom! The blonde looked up and winked
lasciviously as Susie stormed into the room.
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It was Angie!
And she recognized the man who was operating the camera as one of her
students. She whirled at a noise behind her, saw two more of her male
students standing in the doorway.
"What is this? How did you get in?" Susie sputtered.
The cameraman laughed easily. "Simple as pie, Susie baby. When you gave
Chuck the keys to your car at lunch time, he slipped your garage door
opener to Angie, and she just set her own opener to the same code. Then
Chuck delayed you after school so we could pop out and get things ready.
Pretty sexy, hey?" He gestured proudly at the bed, and at its occupant.
"We parked our car out of sight behind the garage, so it wouldn't scare you off."
"Well, you can just take that car and get out of here right now!" Susie shouted.
"Sorry, honey, but we just couldn't do that." The familiar tone of his
address wad not lost on Susie. "After Chuck went to all that trouble to
set things up for us, I guess the least we could do is wait for him to
get here. I think that's his car now," he added.
Susie strode over to the phone, picked up the instrument.
Dead.
Her "guests" laughed.
"Don't worry, sweetie," one of the boys chuckled. "We didn't want you
doing anything rash, like calling the police, so we disconnected your
phone at the main terminal block. Nothing serious, just two screws.
We'll fix it up again before we leave. After all, a couple of screws
will take no time at all," he leered.
This can't be happening, Susie told herself. It's a nightmare. Any
minute now, I'll wake up and find that Jim is here in bed beside me.
But in the meantime . . .
"And what sort of childish games do you plan to play in my house?" she snarled.
Again that irritating chuckle. "Well, actually, we thought of playing
some rather adult games, darling. We think that you've been pretty
rough on Angie over the past few weeks, and figured that it would only
be fair for you to apologize. Not only in words, but with some
actions," he snickered. "We figured it would be real nice of you to
give Angie a blow job. For openers . . ."
