“These girls are something else,” said a voice I instantly recognized. It was the sorority house mother and next to her was one of the new teachers. I haven't had any classes with her but I heard she was tough. “Hey we used to be that way,” said the teacher winking at the house mother. They both looked really good for (at least) 40 year olds. The house mother was Ms. Smith and I couldn't remember the teacher's name, but I knew her last name started with a D. Ms. Smith was dressed in tennis wear. It was in all pink. Both the skirt and the shirt looked a little tight on her. But it suited her 5'9” figure. As for Ms.D she was in a black, tight and long witch costume with high heel boots to match. They took a look at the house and approached. I was still aching from Nasha's big foot and had a tingle to match. “I wonder what the big deal on this house is,” Ms.D asked. “Ugh I think it's the realistic dead bodies,” Ms. Smith said with disapproval. Her face scrunched up. It was kind of cute. I had to keep myself from smiling. I knew I didn't want to get caught by these two. Ms.D scoffed, “Oh please these are clearly fake.” She sticks her heel on one of the dummies at the bottom of the porch. I see the heel sink and she has this evil smirk on her face. “See?” Ms. Smith kicks the dummy with her sneaker. “They still look disgusting.” Ms.D laughs at her coming closer to me up the stairs. Her heels click nice and loud on the steps. “I am not going anywhere near these things,” Ms. Smith says crossing her arms. “Oh don't be such a wuss.” I try not to breathe as Ms.D towers over me. “This one is clearly fake,” she says as she digs her heel into my thigh. It was a little too close to the jewels and I can feel my eyes water as she digs. “I wonder...” She lifts her heel up and places her boot on my sack. Before she begins applying pressure the front door swings open. Joe yells a little too loudly, “Ms. Smith and Ms. D what a pleasant surprise!” Ms.D takes her foot off the jewels but steps on my chest hard. “Joe is it?” “Yea that's me.” She digs her heel deeper and even gives me a few kicks. Her heel is hard and I feel like I'm bleeding. Ms. Smith dodges the dummies and goes to the door. “Is there any alcohol in here,” Ms Smith asks. “No no no. Ms. Smith I am a top student. Won't catch any of that stuff here.” Ms. D asks if his parents are home. Joe has a thing for Ms.D and has wanted a piece of her since she started teaching. “Not at all. Wanna check for yourself, “he said flirting. “Just to make sure there isn't anything illegal,” said Ms.D. She takes her heel off of me and they both walked in.
I took a deep breath and rubbed where her heel had been. That was too much to bare. She was a little too into it. I wanted so desperately to get up but I didn't know when they were coming back out. This may have not been such a good idea after all. I took deep slow breaths. Waiting felt like an eternity. Thank goodness Joe came out when he did. All of a sudden I heard giggling a shuffling again. Damn. Mindy and her gang were back. Mindy and Lina had rope while Cortney and Nasha had duct tape. I prayed they weren't there for me. Nasha headed straight for me and duct tapped my mask right at the mouth. Panic settled in me. What the hell were they doing? I knew I couldn't move or else they would know. Damn it. For drunks they were really determined. Cortney duct tapped my hands. Lina and Mindy made haste and tied me up. They were laughing the whole time. “Hurry up,” Mindy exclaimed. Nasha and Lina tried to lift me. “Damf thip ones heavy,” slurred Lina. “We haf to dag him Minsy,” stated Cortney. So that is what they did. They dragged me on grass and concrete. Nasha half whispered to me, “It toof the basemen wif you dummy.” She laughed at herself. How the hell did this happen? The ground was hard and unforgiving. I felt rocks dig into me. Good thing the sorority house wasn't that far.
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