EXTRACT FOR
Hell School for Teachers - Book One
(Author Unknown)

Extract from Hell School for Teachers Book One



(Teachers Tess, Emma, Ruth, Natasha and Heather have returned from their summer holidays to find their old school radically changed and operating under a bizarre new set of rules, enforced by Lucifer Security Services.  They are stripped and sexually humiliated by sinister Lucifer operative Captain Pyke in front of the pupils, and then compelled to dress in old-fashioned and also very revealing school robes...)  



It was then that a young man appeared and strode confidently up the hall towards them.   He had silver HEAD BOY and PREFECT badges pinned to his lapels.  Despite their misery and confusion the women could not help staring at him.  He was tall, blond, blue-eyed, and devastatingly handsome.   Instinctively the women tried to cover themselves and lowered their eyes, feeling a fresh blush of shame, but he only smiled condescendingly at them, radiating an air of imperturbably self-confidence.

    'Yes, Phidian,' Pyke said. 'What can I do for you?'

    'The headmaster wishes to see the women teachers before assembly, Mr Pyke,' he said in a voice like well-bred honey.  'Now that they've finally arrived, I think he has a few words to say to them,' he glanced over their dishevelled forms, 'after they've been cleaned up, of course.'

    Only then did occur to Emma that they had spent some time in Pyke's painful care since the boys had gone.  Surely assembly would be over by now?  She went to check her watch and realised she had handed over to the guards during their search and it must now be in her bag somewhere.  She looked round for a wall clock but could not see one.  Outside there was only the grey light of the overcast day which gave no sense of how much time had passed since they had entered the school. 

    Pyke smiled.  'Yes, you take them to see Mr Jason,' he said.  'I'm sure the headmaster has plenty to say to them.'     

    Phidian gave the women another, slightly pitying, smile and extended his hand. 'This way please, ladies...'

    He led them along the main hall, with their heels clicking loudly.  

    'Before you meet the Headmaster you will need to refresh yourselves,' Phidian suggested.  'You're not looking your best right now...'

    Emma realised how dirty she looked felt, both literally and figuratively.  Her hair was a mess, her face and breasts were smeared with sperm, it was still seeping from her anus, and she had the foul taste of it out of her mouth.   The others were no better off.  This was no way to begin a new school year, she thought grimly.   

    'Yes, we'd like do that,' she said.

    The other's murmured their agreement. 

    'You can have a couple of minutes to clean yourselves up,' Phidian said.  'But you must not keep the headmaster waiting too long...'  

    He led them through a side door and down a long a narrow corridor.  'The women's staff toilets are just through here...'

    Emma blinked.  This was new. Had they built this whole extension during the summer?

    Phidian opened a door at the end into a bright white circular washroom, lit by high narrow pebble glass windows, with a row of mirrors and basins facing the doors of five toilet stalls.  To one side was a drinking fountain and paper towel dispenser.  The women entered and Phidian followed them.

    'You have two minutes,' he said, standing against the wall with folded arms.

    'But... you can't come in here,' Ruth said.

    'Yes, I can, Miss Jacobs.  In this school I can go anywhere.'  He grinned as though enjoying a private joke.  'I'm virtually omnipresent.' 

    'But this is... private,' Natasha said.  'Women only.' 

    'As you should already have realized, Miss Dowell, women don't have any privacy here.  Look at the notice...'

    And there was a laminated notice on the wall which read: PC RULE 57: FEMALE TEACHERS USING THESE FACILITIES MAY BE OBSERVED AT ANY TIME.   

    As they gaped at it in disbelief, Phidian said: 'Now you're wasting time...'

    Realising further argument was useless, they hurried to wash their faces, find combs in their bags to run through their hair, wipe their breasts and groins with damp towels, dab the same onto their sore bottoms to mop away spots of blood, and gulp down fresh water from the fountain to flush the taste of sperm from their mouths.  

    'Time's up,' Phidian declared.  'Now you look perfectly presentable you're fit to meet the headmaster...' 

    Back out into the main hall they passed by a handful of boys strolling in the other direction.  They turned about and looked the clutch of half-naked women up and down with frank and unconcealed appreciation.  There were a few enthusiastic wolf whistles and cries of: 'Great tits, Miss!', 'Nice legs, Miss,' and 'Does your bum hurt much, Miss?'  

    Emma and the others flinched at these crude comments, shocked not only by the words but total unconcern of the young men for their feelings.  They found their cheeks burning with renewed shame.  How could they possibly say such things aloud?

    Trying to pull her inadequate robes round to cover her full breasts, Heather snapped back at them by reflex: 'How dare you say that to me, young man!  I'll report you to the headmaster!'

    But the boys only laughed at her outburst and strode on.  Phidian pointed to a large sign on a notice board.  It read: PC RULE 36: PUPILS ARE EXPECTED TO EXPRESS THEIR APPRECIATION OF THE PHYSICAL QUALITIES AND ATTRIBUTES OF FEMALE TEACHERS.

     'The boys are only showing how much they like you, Miss Bellamy,' he said. 'You really shouldn't get angry at them for it.'

    'But... don't you get how it's insulting... and crude and sexist!  Natasha replied, her face scarlet with embarrassment.

    'But not by Punitive College rules,' Phidian corrected her.  'And whatever the PC rules say is permitted, is permitted.  They are all that matters here.  You don't have to approve of them to obey them.'

    'PC rules!  That's a bad joke,' said Ruth. 

    'Just what is a Punitive College anyway?' Emma demanded.

    'You'd better ask the headmaster,' Phidian said.

    'Whatever it is it's totally perverted!'  Natasha persisted.  'There was nothing like this in the old school.  We were treated with respect.  How can everything change over one summer? This is all... madness!'

    And of course they all knew that in their hearts, but they seemed to be in the minority.   The school was bigger and older than they were, and they could feel the pressure to conform to its mores, even these strange new twisted ones.

    'Right and wrong are only what the majority define them to be at a certain place and time and in particular circumstances, Miss,' Phidian pointed out.  'If those values have changed it is up to you to adjust.  For instance at the moment you are all in the wrong by arriving for the new school year a week late.  Are you properly prepared to teach the new revised curriculum?  Do you even know what it contains?'

    Miserably they shook their heads.

    'Then since you admit your ignorance about such important matters, I wouldn't be so quick to criticise the rest.'

    Of course there was something terrible wrong with that reasoning, but somehow Emma could not quite put her finger on exactly what.  Why could she not think clearly?

    They had reached the door of the headmaster's office.  Phidian opened it and bowed them in with a faint mocking smile.

    A youngish man, dressed in a grey suit, white shirt, school tie and academic robes and mortar board was seated behind the headmaster's desk.  He looked up as they entered.

    'The women teachers you wished to see, Headmaster Jason,' Phidian announced. 

    'Thank you, Oliver,' Jason said,

    'A pleasure, Headmaster,' Phidian said and withdrew.

    Emma was frowning at Jason.  She was sure she had seen him somewhere before, but her dazed mind was not able to place him.  Besides, the walls of the room were too much of a distraction. Gone were the pictures of the school over the years and sports day scenes that had previously hung there.  In their place were neatly mounted and framed photographs of naked, freshly caned female bottoms.   

    They were all bent over presenting themselves to the camera.  There were no faces visible, just their posteriors framed by heavy buckled straps bound across their waists and thighs.  Some had their legs tightly clenched, and others spread.   Their hues ranged from milk pale to coffee brown, but all had been thoroughly chastened.  They had been recorded in close-up so that every hair of their pubic mounds and each crinkle of their puckered anal mouths could be seen, together with every ridge on the welts cut into their buttocks and the drops of blood that had been forced out of them.   Some pubic hairs sparkled with droplets of urine which also stained the insides of their soft, tightly strapped thighs.  Hung between the pictures were canes of all sizes. 

    The women stared in disbelief and barely suppressed revulsion at this blatant display of pornographic sadism.  Jason had to repeat himself before he could regain their attention.

    'So, you've turned up at last,' he snapped.  'Can you explain yourselves?'

    Their seething outrage, not helped by his disgusting photo gallery, was undermined by this reminder of their own failings and continuing sense of deep confusion.  

    Sounding more apologetic than she had intended, Emma said: 'I'm sorry we missed the first week of school, Headmaster.  We don't know why that happened.  But we are here now, and we know this is all totally wrong!'

    Jason looked puzzled and impatient.  'What do you mean?'

    Emma groaned in exasperation.   Surely, she should not need to explain the obvious!  'The school going single sex, you being here and not Mr Walker, Lucifer Security, the students' behaviour and the way we've been treated... I mean look at us!  

    'All according to the school rules, Miss Rowe, as you would know if you'd been here when you should,' Jason replied calmly.  'You could have voiced any objections then.  But you have forfeited that right and now you must live with the consequences.'

    'But they're sick, twisted rules,' Heather protested.

    'They are what they are,' Jason insisted stubbornly.  'If you work in the school, it's your duty to obey them.'

    'When we came in, we were stripped, caned, and buggered!'  Tess almost screamed at him.

    'Because I understand you were caught attempting to smuggle valuable ornaments into the school,' Jason reposted.  'Have you any explanation for that bizarre behaviour?'

    Of course they didn't.  It was a perverse mystery that continually undermined their self-confidence.  If they couldn't explain that how could they be sure of anything?

    'As long as all those actions were carried out according to PC rules, then they are perfectly correct,' Jason continued relentlessly.  'Lucifer Security has full power to enforce our standards.   You deserved to be punished. You don't imagine you're above the rules, do you?  That would be setting a bad example to the boys.' 

    They could only stare at him in disbelief.  Whatever they might innocently have been guilty of, couldn't he see how totally disproportionate their punishment was?  Or were they the ones in the wrong?  If only they could clear their minds...

    'So now we're seriously expected to walk around dressed like this as though it's perfectly normal?' Emma said wearily. 

    'Yes.  What's wrong with your dress? That's the approved style for female teachers at this school.  Be grateful you've got decent bodies to show off.   That's one point in your favour.  Flashing your tits might also help you keep the boys' attention when you're trying to teach them.  If you're up to doing that properly, which I seriously doubt!'

    Emma was not sure if the sudden crudity of his language or the contempt he had revealed for their academic ability was worse.  'That's outrageous and insulting thing to say about us!' Emma snapped back, and the others muttered in angry agreement.

    Yet even as she spoke, she realised she had been diverted from protesting about the perversity of their situation and their cruel treatment into defending their fitness to teach as women in this insane place.  Now she was not sure which was worse.

    'Then prove me wrong, Miss Rowe!' Jason said.  From a drawer he took out a sheaf of papers and tossed them across the desk to them.  'Here are your new timetables and curriculums.  Take your assigned classes and prove to me that you have the determination and ability to teach here for at least one day before you come complaining to me again.  Do you think you can manage that?'

    Filled with a sudden righteous sense of purpose they snatched up their respective timetables. 'We will, Headmaster,' Emma said firmly.  

    For a moment she felt the fire of grim determination in her belly and the thrill of defiance.  Then she realised they were still trapped in this insane situation and had effectively committed themselves to enduring a day of playing the part of sex fantasy teachers.  Had Jason deliberately manoeuvred them?  But it was too late to back down now if they wanted to salvage some pride.

    'That remains to be seen,' said Jason, standing up.  'Now it's time for morning assembly. And I hope you can all behave yourselves properly and set a good example to the boys.'

    'Wait a minute,' Heather said. 'Just what is a Punitive College?'

    'A college for boys who have finished school but who still deserve retributive restitution from the educational system, of course.  Now follow me...'

    He led them out of his room along the corridor and through the swing door at the end to the main assembly Hall.  

    Still trying to make sense of his explanation, the full implications of what they were about to do, clad only in abbreviated robes, stockings, and high heels, only registered as they were climbing the steps onto the stage when they realised with a shock that it was a full formal school assembly.  There must have been over a thousand boys crowded into the hall waiting in eerie silence.  And all of them were staring at them.

    They swayed and stumbled, assailed by a renewed sense of their shame and exposure, and it took an effort to continue up the steps, accompanied by the hateful click-clack of their new high-heels.  Their jiggling breasts and scarlet bottoms were bare, and their pussies were only covered by their inadequate security badges bobbing from their clipped tufts of pubic hair.   Their bared nipples crinkled as they shrunk in shame and then throbbed and swelled again with sick excitement as a thousand eyes seemed to fix on them.  Hastily they scurried towards the five empty chairs left in the row that had been set out along the stage.

    But Headmaster Jason had other ideas.  He snapped his fingers as though to summon dogs. 'No, you come over here so the students can see you properly.  If you're going to teach them, they must know who you are.'

    Somehow the commanding tone of his voice could not be denied.  Miserably the five of them shuffled to the front of the stage and stood in a shivering line.

    'These are our new women teachers,' Jason told the school.  'Better late than never I suppose.  Not a bad set of tits on them, though.  Turn around!  Let them see your backsides...'  Too shocked to object they did so, displaying their still simmering behinds framed by their abbreviated robes.  'As you can see Captain Pyke's already given them an introductory session,' Jason explained.  There were a few sniggers from the boys.   'But they're good rumps and I know you'll treat them strictly in accordance with PC rules.  All right, you can sit now...' he told the women curtly.

    Totally appalled once again by his words they backed away to the seats and sat down, clasping their legs together and trying to become invisible.  Heads hung low they cast furtive glances out of the corners of their eyes to see the response of their fellow teachers to their shameful appearance.

    It was the first time they had encountered any of the teaching staff since the start of this nightmare day.  For a moment Emma cringed at the thought of familiar faces seeing them exposed like this.  What would they say?  How were they adapting to this weird new regime?  But there was nobody there she recognised.  Had everybody on the old staff been replaced?  Anonymous faces were turned to them wearing approving leers as blatant as any the boys had given them as they assessed their bodies.  They were all men.  They were the only women in the whole Hall.  Perhaps they were the only women in the whole school.  Could things get any worse?

   Jason was standing at the lectern.  'I shall read from the book of Revelations, Chapter 12, Verse 9,' he declared solemnly.  "And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil and Satan, who deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him..."