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Female Teacher brutally gang raped by her students
By admin | January 28, 2008
The Rape of Diana McKay
By Henry
A 41 years female teacher meets hers students on the summer holiday, they decide to drugs and gang rapes her. Very violent forced sex story ahead.
Diana McKay was a very popular teacher at Washington High. She was often accused by her fellow teachers of using her sexuality to keep the young men in her class interested in learning English composition. She was 41, blonde, 5′4, 36-25-35, had a C cup and weighed 135 pounds.
Diana was married to a college professor a dozen years her senior. She had met Dr. John McKay when she was a sophomore at Syracuse University and he was her teacher. Within months of their first meeting they were sleeping together and before she graduated he had left his wife and two small children to marry Diana.
She was a cheerleader, perky and vivacious. He was a handsome 32-year-old history professor and their affair scandalized the college community. When she met Dr. McKay she was deeply embroiled in a love affair with Charles Foster, an All-American fullback who just happened to be African American. She quickly went from one scandalous relationship to another. That was Diana’s way.
Her 20-year marriage to Dr. McKay produced two children - a boy and a girl, now teenagers. It also saw her involved in numerous affairs. Some of those dalliances were rumored to have been with her students. She was 41, looked 30, and acted 18. High School boys with raging hormones lusted after her, fantasized about her and, once, ten-years-ago actually had tried to rape her.
It was the summer of 1999 at the New Jersey shore. Diana and her two children, as usual, were spending the summer at their home in Ocean City, NJ. Her son Jason worked at Mac and Mancos Pizza, her daughter Melinda worked at Atlantic Books. Dr. McKay commuted between the shore and their home in Turnersville, NJ, and taught summer courses at the University of Pennsylvania.
Diana spent most of her time on the beach. Sometimes in the company of Melinda, sometimes with girlfriends she invited down and, sometimes, by herself. On one of those “by herself” days she happened to run in to several of her students and former students and she pulled her beach chair over to where they were gathered and decided to spend the afternoon with them.
Though she was at least 21 years older than the oldest boy in the group, her form fitting brown one piece bathing suit made them forget the age differences and they treated her as they would treat any of the younger women they usually hung out with. In other words they engaged in some off-color jokes, shared beers with her, and, on a few occasions, managed to cop a feel as they roughhoused on the blanket.
Diana didn’t mind. In fact she liked it. It was just last summer that she had met a boy on the beach, went back to his parent’s condo with him on the pretense of having a beer, and then spent the entire afternoon making love. He was 19 she was 40 at the time.
Sometime during the afternoon Diana’s beach mates began to think about carrying their fantasies about her to the next level. She sure was sexy and she sure seemed like she’d be a good fuck. They had all heard rumors the about her sexuality - about how she is supposed to have given two students a blow job in her office, about how she had slept with a former football player - but none had experienced any of it other than in their dreams.
By later afternoon four of the boys decided that they would try to get her to go back to their rented house with them. After a half dozen beers on the beach she was already acting giddy, so they decided that they would try to get her drunk enough that evening so that she’d become a willing sex partner. They had heard that she was a very passionate drunk. At least that was the rumor.
Very casually, Alan, who was always the leader of this group, asked Diana if she’d like to accompany them back to their house for a barbecue and “a few brews”. At first she declined, but as they pleaded with her and she remembered that her husband was back in Turnersville and her daughter was gone for a couple of days, she said that she would.
The house that the guys had rented wasn’t in Ocean City. It was about ten miles south on the Ocean Drive in Sea Isle City. Diana said that instead of going down there with them she’d go home, get out of her sandy bathing suit and then drive herself down and have a barbecue with them. They couldn’t believe it.
It was 4 PM, Diana told them she’d be there by six. And then she left the 27 Street beach and walked back to her house on Asbury Avenue.
Alan and his friends also packed their stuff and headed for Sea Isle. “We’re only gonna get this one chance,” he told his friends, “I wonder how can we get her drunk enough to party with us?”
And, as an answer to the question, his friend Mickey said, “ever hear of GLB?” Alan said that he hadn’t.
Mickey explained that GLB (sometimes sold under the brand name, Blue Sundance), which has been on the shelves in health food stores for years, has recently been discovered as a cheap and legal way to get high. GBL converts in the bloodstream to GHB, a chemical substance used to treat narcolepsy (sleep disorders). It becomes a depressant that works on the central nervous system and produces euphoria and hallucinations. Once under it’s spell, the recipient is, at best, semi-conscious and unable to defend himself or herself. Eventually the victim lapses in to a deep, almost comatose, sleep. Most dangerous of all, it is odorless and colorless and can be slipped in to the drink of the unsuspecting victim. There was also another caution; an overdose could be fatal.
Alan nodded with great interest. “Do you have any?” he asked.
“No, but I know some guys who do,” was Mickey’s reply. And so, on the way to Sea Isle, they stopped by another teen-filled house and, for $25, came away with enough GBL to insure a most interesting evening with Mrs. McKay.
At 6 PM the barbecue grill was already fired up and more than a dozen young people, most of them Washington High students or grads, were at the house and more were expected. When Mrs. McKay arrived in her silver 280C Mercedes they were pleased to see her. Alan, Mickey and the two other guys were more pleased than the others.
Diana, true to her sexual nature, wore a form fitting, scooped-neck, white jersey, blue Bermuda shorts, that hugged her shapely ass, and white sandals that laced to the ankle. “Oh my God, she looks so fuckable,” Alan whispered to Mickey.
All the male students liked Diana and she quickly became the center of conversation. Soon she was drinking a beer with them and acting very much like one of the gang. Some of the high school girls were uncomfortable with her, in fact at school some were outright hostile toward her because of the male attention she attracted.
One girl, who had no idea what was planned, whispered to a friend, “Mrs. McKay is a regular slut, it would serve her right if all these guys gang banged her.”
An hour passed and Diana had consumed a few beers and was acting just a bit giddy. “Anyone ready to eat?” Alan called out, and everyone agreed that they were. It was then that Diana unwittingly set the stage for her own demise.
“I’d better switch to ice tea with my burger,” she said, “I’ll be driving home in a little while and don’t want to be too tipsy.”
“I’ll take care of you Mrs.Mack,” Mickey said, “using the name that most students called her at school.” And take care of her he did. He mixed a healthy dose of GBL in the tall ice tea glass and handed it to her. She drank it down while eating her burger and Mickey quickly fixed her another.
The effects began to show after the second glass of tea; all of a sudden Diana started to get very quiet. Alan and Mickey watched as she began to rub her eyes. Then her head. The first sign is a headache. She got up from her chair and started to walk in to the house. She bumped in to a table, staggered a bit, and then tripped up the steps. Her legs were like rubber. But she got inside the door.
Alan, Mickey, Jack and Barry followed.
She was standing in the room, clearly confused. Rocking back and forth. She forgot where she was and why she came in. The amnesia stage was setting in but she was still conscious enough to know that she should be worried.
“Watch this,” Mickey said, and he walked up behind her and said, “you okay Mrs. Mack?”
She just kind of stared ahead, she didn’t acknowledge the question. Feeling bold he reached around and took hold of her breasts. Alan and the others just watched. She didn’t even flinch. He rubbed his hands over them, slipped his hands inside her bra and tweaked her nipples. She just stared.
“God damn, she’s fucking out of it,” Alan said, and she was. They moved to encircle her. Mickey pulled the jersey out of her shorts and lifted it over her head. She didn’t resist. Her 36C breasts were encased in a lacy bra. Her suntanned body made the bra seem almost ivory in color. Alan reached back and unsnapped it. She was now nude from the waist up.
Though she was 41 her breasts were full and shapely and were just beginning to show signs of the inevitable sag that accompanies age. “Look at those tits,” Alan sighed, “they are fucking beautiful.”
A few other kids had come in to the living room as word spread about what was transpiring. To all intents and purposes Mrs. Mack was drunk and letting them do this to her. They watched quietly as Alan slid his hands inside her unzipped Bermudas and found the crotch of her panties. His fingers quickly found her crease and worked to get inside of it. Mickey continued to hold her up.
Her Bermudas feel to her ankles. Her panties were down around mid-thigh. Alan was kissing her passionately as he worked his fingers deeper inside of her. She kissed back. She trembled a little, but made no sound.
Jack and Barry were now getting involved. They began to stroke her breasts as Alan worked her panties down her legs and over her ankles. She was attired only in her sandals. While her hair was golden blonde, her trimmed snatch was thick and black and her body was very firm for a woman her age.
“Just fuck the old slut,” came the words of 16-year-old Sandy Pickwood, a Washington High cheerleader, “she wants it, give it to her.” Sandy was clearly annoyed and at that moment hated her teacher. “What a pig she is,” she thought. She had no idea that Diana was drugged and about to be gang raped.
She was pretty much out of it and when Mickey left go of her she fell to her knees and tottered, about to pitch forward. She was clearly blitzed.
And so, since she was totally helpless, the four guys picked her up by her arms and legs and carried her down a long hallway to a room with a big double bed in it. The others followed. Diana’s eyes were wide open and she appeared to be awake but at this point she was absolutely clueless about what was transpiring.
They shoved her on the bed and she lay there on her back. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, her arms lay at her sides, her legs were slightly open and a hint of her black thatch gave promise of richer treasures just beyond.
“Get the fucking video camera,” Alan yelled and soon a geeky looking kid named Paul arrived with a hand-held Sony. A few others produced 35mm cameras and one kid had a Polaroid. They considered tying her to the bed but decided that it wasn’t necessary. And it wasn’t.
Alan quickly shed his shorts and just kind of hovered over her. He really couldn’t believe that there, lying before him, was his English teacher. He smiled, looked around the room, and knelt on the bed. He sized her up, rubbed his hands over her naked body and savored the moment. “Do it for Christ’s sake,” somebody yelled, “fuck the bitch”.
He kicked her legs wide open and she offered no resistance. Diana had had sex countless times before, but never had she been so pliable. Alan dropped down on her. He guided his teenage cock between her legs and found that her moist canal welcomed his intrusion and he slid it in. The guys - and a few girls - cheered. He lifted her legs high, to his shoulders, and drilled her deeply. They rocked and bounced. He head bobbed, like a marionette without strings. She took all he had and he deposited a thick, milky load deep inside of her. Semen actually bubbled out as he removed his cock from inside of her.
Mickey was next and he complained that she was “so big”, he said, “you could drive a fucking truck in here, this lady has been screwed many times.” Still Mickey managed work himself in to a pretty good frenzy and climaxed by filling her up with a generous supply of his sperm.
When it was Jack’s turn he decided there was no way he was going to take sloppy thirds so he climbed up on chest, grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her head and forced open mouth on to his cock. She surprised him by clamping down on it and soon he was pumping in and out of her mouth - not really a blowjob, more of a face fuck. And then he came and deposited all he had inside her mouth. She immediately gagged and began to cough and wretch.
They dragged her to the bathroom and forced her to swallow water from a hose that they inserted in her mouth. It was crude, but it worked. They decided that no one else had better cum in her mouth and they placed a length of silver duct tape over it.
Barry opted for the last virgin target - her ass. And they dragged her back down the hallway and, this time, draped her over a chest of drawers. She kept sliding off so they ended up tying her wrists to the back legs of the chest. As soon as her ass were aimed appropriately upward Barry lathered on a generous supply of Vaseline and jammed his cock in her ass hole. She never whimpered or flinched. Blood gurgled out of her anus as he drilled in and out. Soon the blood was mixed with semen and the goop that slid down her thighs was a pinkish white.
She was totally unconscious by the time he was finished with her and at that point she was simply “meat”.
“Anyone who wants her can have her now,” Alan declared and he had many takers.
For some reason they tied her wrists together, and tethered her tits with clothesline. It was going to get very kinky from that point on and it did. For a time Diana was suspended from an exposed beam in the kitchen. Guys would go get a beer, grope the teacher and then return. Word of the gangbang spread around Sea Isle and people dropped in and out all evening. Occasionally you’d see Diana get dragged, either by the tied arms, or by the hair, from one room to another. You’d hear a shriek or a loud laugh and you knew that she had been used again.
At some point someone pierced both of her nipples with loops, no one could remember when that happened. One very off-the-wall guy wanted to get her tattooed, another suggested cutting off all of her hair. But the nipple clips were it, as far as “alterations” went.
Like most parties this one just kind of expired and people fell asleep in places all over the house. Diana, in a deep, unarousable sleep, lay in pool of dried cum in the bathroom. People stepped over her to urinate. Occasionally they urinated on her.
“Wake the fuck up,” Paul shouted as he punched and prodded Alan, “I think the teacher is gonna die.” Paul was clearly in a panic - and soon so was Alan. Diana was lying where they left her but now was gasping for breath, her chest heaving, her body twitching, her eyes wide open, but seeing nothing.
“We have to get her to the hospital,” Paul said.
“Yes and go to jail for rape,” Alan replied, “no fucking way.”
But Paul wasn’t to be denied - and he probably saved her life. With the help of another kid from the house they carried her, now wrapped in a blanket, to their car and began the long trek up the Ocean Drive to Somers Point and Shore Memorial Hospital. Her breath was diminishing, she was totally unresponsive. They had to hurry. It was 6 a.m.
They arrived at the hospital a half-hour later, pulled up to the emergency door - and no one was there. Paul found an abandoned wheel chair and brought it to the car. He lifted Diana in to it, placed it in front of the automatic emergency room door and gave it a shove.
As the door opened - and Paul’s car flew away - Diana’s almost lifeless body rolled in to the lobby, came to a stop and she toppled out on to the floor. Naked.
A resident couldn’t believe his eyes as she fell to the floor and quickly called for assistance. They assumed drug overdose, but realized that whatever the problem was she needed to be on a ventilator to get her breathing back to normal. They quickly figured out that she was, yet another, GHB case dropped at their doorstep.
Alan and Mickey took her Mercedes and parked it in front of her Ocean City house. Her son Jason was sound asleep inside. They left her clothes and her purse in the car, tossed the keys on her front porch.
At Shore Memorial, Diana was admitted as “Jane Doe”, GHB victim.
When she awoke, later that morning, she had all the classic symptoms of a hangover. She had a headache that wouldn’t quit, began to wretch repeatedly, and was severely dehydrated. And on top of that she had two rings through her nipples and every muscle in her body ached.
When the resident realized she was awake he came in and introduced himself. She told him that she had no idea what had happened to her - and he told her that she had obviously been drugged and raped, that semen was leaking from virtually every opening in her body when they found her.
She told them her name - but that she had no idea what had happened. She wouldn’t implicate the kids who did it, but they’d sure have a difficult time passing English in the coming school year.
And she sure hoped she wasn’t pregnant.
The end.
Warning!
You must be over 18 for read this story contents non consent sex, if such stories offends you, please turn back. I don’t promote rape or non consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read not more. Rape are a heinous crime, the penalty is many years in prison. Any man who commit rape are despised everywhere.
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