Under any other circumstances I would have been laughing at the expression on her face. Linda Beresford did not look like a girl duly grateful for being saved from a terrible fate at the hands – and dicks – of a bunch of hooligan boys: she looked more like a gymkhana rider whose horse had gone sprawling at the first fence; lots of exertion, lots of build up, but no jumps. Though Ma Dunkley distracted my attention quickly enough with an angry shout.
"Malenger, come back here!"
Well, he did, back out from behind that storage rack as quickly as he'd gone behind it. And in his hand was a javelin. Which, just in case English is your second language, is a metal spear with rather a sharp point at one end. People with nothing better to do go out on an athletics field to see how far they can throw them. Another fun recreational thing you can also do with the sharp end of a javelin is to stick it into a big tit. If you want to attract the attention of the owner of the aforementioned big tit,
I can assure you that it's an effective way of doing so.
"Back! Back against the wall, you fat bitch!"
I was thinking to myself, "This is crazy, we can't do this to a teacher", but it was happening anyway, as things always seemed to do when Jodi wanted them to. Ma Dunkley took two steps backwards under the pressure of the javelin's tip, and then tried to stand her ground.
"Malenger, you must be mad! Put that down at once."
Well, and so he did. He leaned forward, dropped the javelin's point and pushed it forward straight between her knee high boots.
"Come on you useless bastards, give her a lift," he called out to us.
Ma Dunkley didn't understand what he meant but we did, because another thing you can do with a javelin for fun and profit is to use it to persuade a girl to see things your way. Remember I mentioned a certain
Janet Saunders as an excellent example of an enthusiastic female submission? Well, it had been a ride around the storeroom on a javelin, which had quickly and easily brought her to that way of thinking. But to do it to a teacher…
"Come on!" Jodi urged, and so we did. What the hell, it had to be worth whatever trouble it eventually got us into. So I grabbed the point behind her and Micky took hold of it as well, while Jacko helped Jodi in front.
That was all there was room for, four pairs of hands, but it was plenty.
We lifted the javelin nice and level, straight up between Ma Dunkley's legs, hoisting her pleated skirt in big folds in front and behind her.
Then we got her weight on top of the javelin and raised it up higher yet, until she was on the toes of her boots. She shrieked like a factory whistle spitting out steam, leaning forward over her rucked up skirt to grab the javelin through the folds, holding on next to Jacko's and Jodi's hands as she desperately tried to lift herself above the metal shaft. I could understand why – it must have been a rough experience to have your cunt split apart on something like that.
"Walk her!"
Well, walking her isn't quite what happens. The point is that if you lift the rider high enough she can't walk, and she can't rest her weight on the ground, it's all pressing down on those soft sensitive areas between the inner thighs and that round strip of aluminium. The javelin bowed underneath Ma Dunkley's weight but it didn't stop us from lifting her right off the floor and taking several shuffling steps as she swayed from side to side, screaming out in fear and pain as she found out she was balanced on the next worst thing to a knife edge.
"Oh God, oh God, stop it please! Please – please – please!"
"Down with her. On her tiptoes though, that's all. Will, you take my place here."
So there was the scene, Mrs Dunkley with her skirt piled up, legs straight and clamped hard together, bent forward from the waist and still clutching onto the javelin. She smelt nice – rosewater, maybe. There were white flecks in the tightly stretched grey sweater. Her bra straps were clearly visible through the material and I cursed my bad luck in being behind her, instead of in front with Will and Jacko. I could see them gloating at the sight of her big bristols being squeezed into view between her straightened arms. Still, we had a consolation view of her legs, partially revealed by the upraised skirt. Lots of smoothly rounded flesh all nicely wrapped up in dark pantyhose.
"Malenger – Jodi. Please, this is silly."
No doubt about her tone, she wasn't demanding anything now, she was asking us not to hurt her anymore. And we all knew that one or two more quick rides would have the teacher begging to do something else – anything at all. My imagination went into overdrive at the thought of having those legs wrapped around me and those tits in my hands. In an instant my cock was as rigid as the javelin.
"Keep her like that," Jodi snapped.
Still moving as quickly as a striking ferret, he reached out to Ma Dunkley and gave one of her earrings a sharp tug, making her cry out again.
"What do you think about that, Mrs Dunkley? One of the girls you're supposed to be looking after and here she is in a storeroom showing a bunch of boys everything she's got. However did that happen?"
"I don't know." She was answering quietly, and quickly. What with one thing and another I guess there wasn't much choice. We all knew Jodi would twist Ma Dunkley's ear or ride her on the javelin again if she tried to talk back to him.
"I was walking along the corridor and I heard the noise, so I came in."
Jodi put his other hand on the nape of her neck, underneath her long black hair, and gently massaged her neck muscles.
"Now that's a funny thing, right there. Yeah, Linda was making a lot of noise at first but she quietened afterwards. Pretty hard to hear her from way out there then. My idea is that you heard her all right, only you waited a while before you came in. Were you waiting because you thought you might make a deal with us?"
She tried to turn her head towards him pulled but couldn't because Jodi pulled on her ear to make her look straight ahead. We all heard her gasp again.
"A deal? What do you mean?"
"I mean that we're the lads who've been giving you the most trouble in your classes. But if you caught us with Linda you could either get us thrown out of the school or threaten us into behaving ourselves in future."
"No, I never thought that!"
"Ah, but I say you did. And I say that people who go in for blackmail deserve to be blackmailed themselves. What-do-you-think-about-that?"
He emphasized each of the last words by tugging on her earlobe again each time he spoke. The teacher gave a little gasp with each tug. Jodi was showing her again how much she was under his control
"Now let me get this clear in my mind, Mrs Dunkley. Is anybody going to come looking for you soon if we keep you here? And before you answer, you'd better know that if you lie to us, I'll personally push this javelin right up your arse."
"No." She was whispering, her voice shaking. "No, but the caretaker is probably still around."
"You don't need to worry about him. He knows when to be deaf. So it looks like you're going to be with us for quite a while. Never mind, I guess we can find some interesting ways of passing the time."
We were all licking our lips at that, though Mark and I were still cursing our luck at having to stand behind Ma Dunkley and not being able to see her face. I wondered if Jodi could put her completely under his control, the way he seemed able to do with all the girls. He'd certainly faced a lot of defiance from Janet Saunders at first, yet a few minutes on the javelin had turned from a Head Girl into a girl who'd much sooner give head than ride the rail again.
"Linda, come over here."
We'd almost forgotten about Linda, which was quite something, since she was still only wearing her briefs and her socks and shoes – oh, yeah, and her necktie, which had somehow got left behind when her shirt was pulled off. She looked as juicy as ever; yet a lot more nervous than when we'd been mauling her.
"Jodi, I don't want to get involved in this."
"Fair enough, I don't want to make you change places with Ma Dunkley, but
I will do if I get anymore of your lip. Go on the other side of her."
Linda obediently walked around past Mark and me. I never thought I'd let a pair of bare tits go by without taking a grab at them but I had to then.
Linda ended up facing Jodi across the javelin with the teacher perched between them.
"Right, Mrs Dunkley, let's start getting to know each other a bit better.
An introduction would be nice. Normally, of course, I'd shake hands but you seem to be using both of yours at the moment. So what we'll do is to have a little rule which starts right now." Jodi tweaked her ear again, getting another gasp. "Are you listening, Mrs Dunkley?"
"Yes, I'm listening."