Chapter 1097 Glory, how are you taking this?  Current Patreon Members:

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William Osborne

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Everyone seemed a lot more relaxed by now, except for Heather.

Heather was shaking with what looked like barely-controlledfury, but in fact she was shaking mostly from extreme arousal. She wasstill bending over, and felt completely humiliated. This is fuckingbullshit! Ms. Rhymer and Simone are having a nice little chat while theystare at me and laugh. Some fucking best friend Simone is! I'm gonnarip her throat out! And what the fuck is up with Alan? Is he gonna letme stand up already, or what? Why doesn't he just fuckin' slide his fatcock into my asshole and make my humiliation complete?!

That idea was so arousing to her that she very nearly toppledover. She was forced to stand up, mostly because she was simply tooaroused to remain bent over like that.

As she straightened up, she looked around like she wanted totear someone a new asshole and didn't know who to attack first. But bothher tits were still hanging out of her top and bouncing around. Shelooked down and her blush deepened as she realized what she was showing.The sting of her fury faded into shame as she tried to stuff her boobsback into her tight top.Alan was loving her show, and making no serious effort tohide the big bulge in his crotch. He could scarcely believe that Heatheractually bent over like that and stayed that way.

Simone was smirking, and continued to stare at Heather as shetalked. "Well, like I was saying, Heather was in her spaced out modewhen she got back to school. Except something seemed weird about it. Itwas almost like she was trying too hard. It just didn't feel right. Andthen there was this one moment as we were eating lunch only a fewminutes ago when she said something to me and I could tell. I've knownher practically all my life and ... I could just tell. I can't explainit, but I know she's faking. She had that scheming look, I mean, evenmore than she normally does. I think she's taken her bitch trainer outbut she doesn't want us to know. Which means that, first of all, she'sdeliberately broken the rules of her training, but worse yet, she's upto something. And have you noticed her acting spacey just now? No. It'slike she's not even trying since I caught her."

"Wait a minute!" Heather exploded. "You said this wassomething to do with the football players! You said he was in trouble!Liar!" Both her arms were covering her breasts now, as if that couldmake up for the fact they were exposed a few moments earlier.

Simone replied, now showing considerable resolve, "He is introuble. But from you. Are you in cahoots with the football players? Ihope not. As your friend, I pray not. But as Alan's friend and AssistantBitch Trainer, I owe it to him to voice my suspicions. He's the onewho's going to get hurt if you do something over the top, which you HAVEbeen known to do."

Now the dark-skinned babe looked to Alan. "And I hate doingit here and upsetting Ms. Rhymer and everything, but this is probablythe only chance to catch Heather red-handed before she does whatever itis that she's planning to do."

Glory was completely amazed. Simone? "Assistant BitchTrainer"? I have no idea what the hell all that "Bitch Trainer" talkmeans, but all of this clearly shows I was right in guessing Alan isfucking her, too. And it looks like she's also fallen under his sexualspell too, big time. Not that I can really blame her, but still. Dammit,why doesn't he have better taste?

And Heather! I just can't believe the way he has heracting! Is that going to be my fate? Am I going to lose all free willand become some kind of submissive sex toy for him? If he can do it toher, he can do it to anyone! Jesus! No wonder I have to avoid him likethe plague, while I still have any sanity or willpower left! Sure, I'mpissed as all get out, and yet it's so arousing! So damn arousing! Toget even Heather - Heather! - to act like that! If nothing else, I haveto admit it's damn impressive! She was bending over with her asscompletely exposed and her tits bouncing out of her top, AND steampouring out of her ears. It was pretty hot, to be honest. DAMN that boyand his fucking amazing cock!

Glory was so overcome by her swirling emotions that she started to visibly pant. Oh shit! I must be leaking like a faucet, and without panties on, they're going to see!

The sexy teacher retreated to her desk so she could sit downand surreptitiously wipe her inner thighs dry. She wasn't that big of aleaker, but it was the only way to check and avoid a huge embarrassment.As she sat there, she thought, Look at me! I'm not wearing anypanties, and why? I don't know! At least Heather is wearing a thong. Am Iactually WORSE than her?! Does Alan already have me completely underhis thumb too and I just don't realize it?

Heather had been looking to get away from Glory, who had beencontinually staring at her in open amazement and disbelief more or lesssince Heather had bent over and said "Sir." Her pussy was incrediblywet, and like Glory, she wanted to wipe her inner thighs dry. She alsoknew that her pungent wet pussy smell was filling up the room, and thatcould only cause more embarrassment.

But she had another, more important motive. Now that Gloryhad moved behind her desk and had a more limited field of vision, itgave Heather the opportunity she was looking for. While Simone had beentalking to Alan about how Heather was "up to something," Heather hadmanaged to take a small object out of a pocket and palm it in her hand.

Now, Heather bent back over at a ninety-degree angle and saidto Alan, "Alan, Sir, Simone is completely full of it. Some friend!She's a backstabbing traitor, AGAIN, filled with nothing but falseaccusations! Do you remember how well you fucked me today before school?Sir? You left me literally unable to walk, and that was just fromletting me suck your cock and then lick Simone's juices off of it! Doyou think I'd really do ANYTHING to jeopardize being cut off from yourmagnificent rod? I'd have to be crazy! Sir!"The other two turned to Alan for a reaction while Alan lookedat Glory with a sheepish expression. He had no plans to expose Glory tothis aspect of his life. She could get quite jealous to begin with andmight even start thinking of him as some sort of S&M-crazy controlfreak. Clearly, Heather was so aroused that she wasn't censoring herlanguage in the slightest, nor did she seem to care that her nipples andass cheeks were exposed again.

But events seemed to have a momentum of their own, and Alancouldn't help but watch to see what would happen. He might have steppedin, but at least so far, Glory seemed to be taking things much betterthan he ever could have imagined. Besides, he was so aroused by seeingHeather bent over that he was in no hurry to have her stand back up.

Heather had anticipated that Simone and Alan would look awayto check Glory's reaction. Taking advantage of the momentary shift ofattention, she reached out from where she was bent over and stuck theitem she'd been palming in her hand in a spot far down the underside ofthe nearest student desk. She planted it between two metal bars whereshe was almost positive no stray hand was likely to ever reach. Then shestood back up. She was satisfied by the looks on everyone's faces thatno one had noticed her movements.

She mentally patted herself on the back, particularly proudthat she'd managed to attach the item shortly after Simone had mentionedthe importance of catching Heather "before she does whatever it is thatshe's planning to do."

She thought, Ah, the irony! Delicious! Simone, mybackstabbing "friend," if you only knew that I gave you that lookprecisely so you'd bring me up here! You're such a predictable Alanlover wanna-be that it's pathetic. To him, you're just another cunt, butI'm his one and only bitchslut. She said this last word in her mind with pride, as if it was a high and mighty honorific. Ifhe wants the best fuck he's ever going to get, he spreads MY legs! Allof this embarrassment in front of Ms. Rhymer will soon be paid back andin spades. Ms. Rhymer, it's payback time! Who's your daddy? Who's theso-called bitch now? Ha!

Meanwhile, Alan was saying to the others with concern,"Unfortunately, I can believe all too well that Heather is up tosomething. As to whether she's in league with the football players, Idoubt that. I hope all the bitch training I've done so far has had atleast SOME effect."

He'd been acting as if Heather wasn't there, but now heturned to her and addressed her. "But if you're so innocent, prove it.Bend over and let Simone find out just what you may or may not have upyour ass right now."

Heather was so busy gloating that she almost missed what Alansaid, but she managed to respond quickly enough to avoid suspicion. Shecovered her delay in reacting by pretending that she was shocked at hissuggestion. She stammered, "What? Now? Here? In front of Ms. Rhymer ofall people?! You've got to be kidding me! Why do I always have to fuc-have to bend over for you? Sir?" Despite her surly attitude, sheremembered as she was almost finished talking the position she had to bein when addressing Alan, so she bent over and stuck her ass up highagain. Having to do that aroused her greatly, just like before, but italso greatly annoyed her, and she let out an irritated groan as she didso.

Alan was amazed that Heather kept bending over like that, buthe tried to act like it was no big deal. He turned back to his teacher."That is a good point. Glory, how are you taking this? I apologize forshocking you like this, and I guess we're getting a little carried away,but you did basically say 'bring it on' and told us to say it all infront of you. You've heard a bit about my sex life; now you're seeing itface to face, warts and all."

Glory pretended distress, though her true feelings were more astunned fascination, like watching a car wreck. Gossip hound that shewas, she wasn't about to miss anything the others might do for theworld. Standing back up, she walked around her desk and said, "I amdisturbed. Very disturbed. I cannot even begin to fathom your taste inwomen, Alan. No offense, Simone, I don't mean you." She was happy to getin another not-so-subtle jab at Heather. "But we all know Heather toowell. If you can prevent yet more trouble from her, then go ahead and dowhatever you have to do. As I said, I won't say a word about whathappens here. But please. Make it quick and clinical."

Heather, standing again, flipped her middle finger at Glory.

Glory's eyes narrowed as she pointed at Heather. "Don't pushit, young lady! And I do use the word 'lady' extremely loosely in yourcase. I don't care what I said earlier; one more nasty word out of youand you WILL be in trouble." She snickered, "'Extremely loose.' Howappropriate."

Heather shot back, "Hey! Just because you're a teacher that doesn't give you the right to make those kinds of insults!"

Normally she would have said more, much more, but the factthat she'd managed to set her trap like she wanted more than made up forthe insults she was being forced to endure.

"All right," Glory agreed wearily, taking a seat next to Alanin the front row of desks as if she was a student. "Let's just get thisover with and then you can get out of here. Simone, do whatever it isyou have to do."