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update june 15 2007

The Teacher Taken To Task
by Dr. Tarr
 

Theresa Gilfeather was blessed with the gift of intelligence. She
enjoyed school and excelled in college to her doctorate degree on an
academic scholarship. Theresa was also cursed with a problem common
with the highly intelligent, she lacked common sense. Her
shortcomings where especially evident in matters of the heart.
Theresa was an extremely attractive woman of 27 years old; she was
five foot six with dark brown hair and a shapely figure. But she
could never make a connection with the right guy. She never had a
problem meeting men it was just that her relationships never clicked,
that was until she met James Wiley. Theresa was a teacher at an
exclusive parochial High school. She had been teaching there for two
years when James Wiley was appointed as assistant principal and head
of the math department (Theresa's subject). The attraction was
instant and mutual. There was one big problem however; unbeknownst to
Theresa her boyfriend was married. Theresa had believed (as he had
told her) that he was legally separated and waiting on a divorce.
Schools are no different than other places of business, gossip
travels fast and no matter how discrete an affair it is always found
out. I never did find out who alerted the Revengers to Theresa
perhaps the wronged wife or a fellow teacher or it could be that one
of the Revengers worked in the school. It doesn't matter now because
the wheels were put in motion and poor Theresa had no idea of the
humiliating fate that awaited her.
It was the end of a school day when a note was slid under her door.
The note stated to go to such and such address at eight o'clock and
meet someone who had a secret they knew about James. A shiver went
down her spine; she had to go if only to find out who knew about
them. As she drove to her destination she noticed she was heading
into the Industrial District but she felt she had to get to the truth
of the note. She found the address an old factory on a deserted
street. She was nervous so she kept the motor running just in case.
From around the corner came a woman on foot, she came up to the car
and signaled Theresa to roll down her window. Theresa didn't see any
danger in just opening the window so she did. Suddenly a spray went
in her eyes "Oh my god she thought I've been maced". Before she knew
it her door was opened and she was dragged from the car. She heard a
garage door open and felt herself being dragged in. In the panic of
the situation she couldn't comprehend what was happening, her eyes
stung and her head was swimming. She felt like she was in a dream. No
dream here for Theresa, this was the beginning of her worst nightmare.
Theresa started to get her eyesight back and the burning had eased
up. She was being held by her arms by two people. She was in a dimly
lit large room probably part of an abandoned factory. "What's going
on..Why are you holding me" she pleaded "I have no money". Her pleas
were greeted with silence. She struggled to break free but now more
people had grabbed her. "Why are you doing this please let me go".
"We'll let you go alright when we're finished" a female voice shouted
out from the darkness. The figure approached and Theresa became more
frightened. It was a woman dressed in a trench coat with what was
obviously a wig upon her head wearing wraparound sunglasses. As
Theresa looked around she saw the four women holding her were dressed
the same. "We caught ourselves a pretty one this time Mrs. Red" one
of the women holding her cackled. "Is this who you told me about
Mrs.Green"? said the woman standing in front of her. "Why yes this
pretty little schoolteacher is an adulterer Mrs. Red". "What are you
talking about who are you people" Theresa stammered. "Silence"
shouted Mrs. Red as she pulled back the hair from Theresa's face and
caressed her cheek "you are a pretty one my dear, you won't be pretty
much longer."
"String up this whore" barked Mrs.Red. Above her head dangling from
the ceiling were two ropes with handcuffs attached. Theresa's hands
were slipped through the cuffs. The women backed off looking at their
victim. "Have you got something special in mind for this one Mrs.Red"
someone asked. "Oh yes Mrs. Grey something traditional I think,
something befitting an adultering whore". Theresa couldn't believe
what was happening "I haven't done anything wrong" she cried
out. "Fornicating with a married man with a child is nothing
wrong"? "You are a pathetic slut and now you will pay"retorted
Mrs.Red. "I didn't know he was married I swear it, let me go please,
I'll do anything you want...I'll never see him again"cried
Theresa. "Shut this whore up please Mrs.White" stated Mrs. Red. With
that a woman placed an object in Theresa's mouth, it clipped on to
the side of her teeth and depressed her tongue it also forced her jaw
down so her mouth was open. "Nice little invention that is" stated
Mrs. Red "its called an internal gag; it gives the face a nice
pathetic shocked look; bring out the mirror for our pretty whore to
see just what we do to adulterers around here ". A large full-length
mirror was wheeled out and placed in front of Theresa. "Strip the
bitch"ordered Mrs. Red and Theresa felt the clothes being ripped from
her body she heard the scissors clipping at her undergarments until
she was totally nude. "One more thing before you put those scissors
away ladies, lets give our friend a new hairstyle". Theresa saw
through her tears all they were doing to her in the mirror, her once
beautiful hair was being cut to the scalp. Theresa shuddered; she
heard the sound of electric shears Mrs. Red was making sure there was
no hair left uncut. "And now a bikini cut for our little slut" Mrs.
Red laughed as she sheared off her pubes. "You know what to get now
Mrs. White; we must do a proper job" Theresa saw the one she called
Mrs. White appear with a can of Nair; Theresa shuddered as it was
applied to her head and pussy. "While we're waiting for the Nair to
do it's job we'll prepare our next surprise for you and it's how do
you say it; the piece de resistance" Mrs. Red chuckled.
Theresa shuddered when she saw what was in store for her next. The
women wheeled out a wagon with a cloth sack and a large round
container; written on the container were the words "Roofing Tar".
Poor Theresa was going to be tarred and feathered. "We're gonna give
you a special tar and feather job my dear" Mrs. Red hissed. "This is
liquid roofing tar, it doesn't have to be heated to apply; it is
however extremely difficult to remove; you may have to wear your
special coating for days" Mrs. Red laughed. Mrs.Red took out a marker
and drew a circle on her captives' face and around her ears. " I want
to make sure when we put our little whore on display they can
recognize just who she is, and we must let her hear the compliments
from her fans" Mrs. Red stated gleefully. "Just stay outside the
circles ladies and lay it on thick". The ladies grabbed paintbrushes
and began tarring their victim. They started at the top of her
handcuffed hands and tarred her all the way down to her feet. They
took extra care applying the tar to her head to make sure they kept
the face and ears clear. "Now lets feather this bitch" Mrs.Red
exclaimed. The women went into the sack and took out handfuls of
feathers and applied them to the tar. They feathered her so
thoroughly that very little of the tar was visible under her feather
coating. The women released her handcuffs and stepped back to admire
their handiwork. Theresa cried when she saw her reflection in the
mirror. The once pretty teacher had been turned into some hideous
bird-like creature. The humiliated victim collapsed to the floor and
began to crawl on all fours trying somehow to escape her tormentors.
One of the women came up and put a choker collar around her neck.
Laughter filled her ears as she was being walked around the floor
like an animal. The women kicked her in the behind and rained more
feathers on her as she circled the floor. "Enough of this fun"
cackled Mrs. Red as she grabbed the collar of the wretched
creature. "Now my little whore we present the finale" Mrs. red hissed
peering into her victims tear soaked eyes.
A beautiful spring morning at the High School. There is a lot of
commotion going on by the students' entrance. By the door is a wooden
platform with a pole in the middle, tied to the pole is a figure of a
woman; her mouth agape her eyes blinking rapidly, her body coated
with tar and feathers. An oak-tag poster at her feet proclaims:
A is for adultery, which your teacher Miss Gilfeather committed. She
has fornicated with a married man, a crime against God and humanity.
This whore has been tarred and feathered, a traditional punishment
for harlots popularized during colonial times. All good people should
shun Theresa Gilfeather.
Signed,
The Revengers.

Some students stared at the once pretty schoolteacher in disbelief;
others read the proclamation aloud. A couple of students went to the
principal for help, while others taunted the feathered wretch. "Miss
Gilfeathered" some mocked while others just laughed. One student took
out a camera while classmates posed alongside her "you deserve it
just for the homework you gave" one yelled out. Everyone cleared off
the platform when senior Brad Rinsall approached. Theresa recognized
him as a constant troublemaker and someone she had had suspended for
a week earlier in the term. "Well Teach looks like you've been put in
detention, If I knew you were such a slut we could have worked out
our differences another way". Poor Theresa let out a sad moan; Brad
was fingering her pussy. Theresa tried to put her mind in a different
place, she tried to picture in her mind a happier time but it was to
no avail. All she could think of was yesterday she was happy in love
with a guy who would be hers one day. Then in one night she was taken
by a mob of women stripped naked, shaved, tarred and feathered and
now she was put on display in front of the student body being
fingered by her student. She prayed it would be over soon. After what
seemed like an eternity school security came to her rescue. The poor
humiliated schoolteacher was led through the mob of jeering students
to a car. She refused to go to a hospital and went home. A police
report was filed but nothing ever came of it. Two days later Theresa
Gilfeather moved and was never seen in town again.

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