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Copyright (C) 2000,   mkarl.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website
without the written permission of the author.  The author may be contacted by
writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or
mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

Original posting date: 
Thursday PM, February 03, 2000

A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: missgia.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
 

Story_codes: [Teacher,Students/F,m+/M,m/interacial/nc]

Story_intro: Gia Pietraszek was fucked Literally.  As the final bell dismissed
school for the day, and the last of her students filed past the once-respected
teacher [making their very pointed little snickering comments to her]; all Gia
could do was lie there sprawled naked on her own desk and think back on the day
that had ruined her life forever.



                         Miss Gia gets an "A" in RaPE!
                 By mkarl with help from my english instructor

      Gia Pietraszek was fucked Literally.  As the final bell dismissed school
for the day, and the last of her students filed past the once-respected teacher
[making their very pointed little snickering comments to her]; all Gia could do
was lie there sprawled naked on her own desk and think back on the day that had
ruined her life forever.

      Gia Pietraszek was always a good girl.  Raised to make the world a better
place, she had always had an special fondness for children; it was what made
her want to teach.  But it wasn't just children that the young Miss Pietraszek
wanted to help.  In fact, in a way, she always seemed to gravitate towards the
simply underprivileged.

      Gia's innate goodness and care had led her to take a position at Helm's
Alternative High in wHARLEM.  Her folks had been opposed, feeling that wHARLEM
was beyond redemption of any sort and had already completely fallen to
its"problem."

      Gia had to admit even to herself that the former wHARLEM had fallen a
long way from its glory period as whiteM, but that just attracted her to want
to help the town and its "people" that much more.  Maybe it was too late to
turn back the black even to whiLEM time, but at least if she was willing to
show that at least one white woman still cared, than that was all she could do.

      That was what brought Miss Gia to that walk down the hallway to her class
to start her day just six and one half hours earlier.

      It wasn't going to be anything out of the ordinary.  Miss Gia, was
certainly not so naive as to be unprepared for the cartoons on the BLACKboard.
In a way the 27-year-old brunette teacher actually was quite pleased with the
pictures and captions she routinely found up on her BLACKboard.

      It was going to be hard enough for any of her students to ever have
anything but a lifetime of welfare and crime in their futures, so watching as
the quality of the "artistic" talent had been ever steadily improving gave the
5'3" Miss Gia a rather bizarre satisfaction that at least one of these little
bastards would possibly find employment as some sort of erotic literature
illustrator; provided there was a magazine or other publication that was in the
market for a very good depiction of an obvious black-on-white explicit rape
scene.

      This morning, there had been two scenes On the first a very good
rendition of Gia was posed with her wrists bound above her head to a tree.  A
young nigger very much resembling her own student, Deon James, was holding a
whip and the caption read, "now Miss Gia, time to teach us history lesson in
SLAVERY.  The second illustration had Gia sitting strapped in her chair on what
looked to be some sort of U-shaped device  with handles showing her to be
partially invaded by a dildo.  Despite it's artistic excellence, Gia had to
admit that having no nigger posed with her seemed lacking in some way.

      Of course, all the students snickered as they got to watch Gia put on the
appropriate show of official condemnation while taking a brush to the board. It
was all just part of the daily dance to win these "kids" over Sure, Gia knew
she had thirty pairs of eyes on her hot white ass as she stretched and stepped
to remove the daily salute to the sexual hostility that consumed her charges;
but this was the exact thing the young teacher had purposely chosen to expose
herself to in her effort to try to effect a better tomorrow and so this was the
start of the morning she knew to expect

      What followed though, was something she never could have envisioned in
even her wildest nightmares.

      "Okay class, you've had your laughs this morning Nice pictures Deon, your
really coming along with your facial talent," Gia began as the bell buzzed in
the day.

	"Thanks Miss Gia, you inspire me," the young man shot back.

      All the students chuckled at this, despite needing to stretch to make the
double entr e connection.

      "Yeah, well you know the punishment for the infraction, Deon You can
report to Mr. Davis tonight for detention."

      Bill Davis was not only the security officer for Helms Alternative High,
but also Gia Pietraszek's boyfriend and intended.  She almost hated to send
Deon in for detention, as it wasn't good for either "man."

      Bill was a bit of a short-tempered racist, and Deon really was only doing
something that Gia knew came natural to a young nigger such as himself when it
came to trying to get into her panties for some white pussy.  In a way Gia
almost wished such a thing could be possible when she saw the energy of the
depiction's.

      It was definitely flattering.  Even as one of only fourteen white people
in the entire school of over five hundred, and the realization that it was
simple math to calculate the certain odds that the young teacher would be a sex
target for the entire male population of Helms Alternative; it never hurt a
girl to be wanted, even when all her suitors were totally impossible for rather
obviously race reasons.  Gia may have wanted to help better these savages but
she was certainly not about to be bred by one.

      Gia didn't want to give in to the truth she had fought so long, but it
was still always an unspoken reality even for someone like her that any white
woman/black male union would be ultimate ruin for that woman.

      "FUCK, that will be the twentieth straight day I spend with that honky
punk ass, miss Gia I spend more time with his ugly ass than you do."

      Again all the kids giggled in retrospect, were they all in this from the
very beginning?  Does it matter?

      The subject this morning was slavery in fact.  With the realization that
her class had twenty-six black students, two Hispanics, one oriental and only
three whites including herself, Gia decided a topic of more appropriate
interest [and one of more self-affirming desirability than a look at American
history], would be an examination of more modern "white-slavery issues."

      It was always such a delicate balance to straddle the line between
keeping the "kids" interested and interesting them that one step "too" much
Today that balance was forever lost.

      "Miss Gia," started Deon, "maybe we should have a class project in white
slavery."

      No!  That couldn't have been the way it started, not really.

      The truth was Gia Pietraszek was so battered as she lay bound to her desk
with the cum slowly dripping still from her well-fucked pussy, that she was
having a hard time actually thinking at all...  maybe she was in some sort of
shock.

      Her eyes went to the clock and saw that ten minuets had eclipsed since
the day had ended.  It would be so soon that the clean up staff would find her.
Gia couldn't help wondering what they might do next.  As two large niggers
themselves, it might be time for round nine, but than again as cum soaked as
she was maybe they would just clean her up some

      It was a ridiculous thought but then so were all the other jumbled images
in her "playback" of the morning's shamings.

      At just 5'3" and a trim little 34b-23-30, Gia was not going to win any
physical struggles with a mature young nigger like Deon.  It wasn't like any of
the other kids were going to spoil this little sex education they were about to
receive either.  In fact it was the only white girl in the class, Kate Burns
that was the one to get up from her desk to shut and lock the door to prevent
any chance of outside interference as Deon made his advance on the hapless
teacher.

      "She's going to get fucked," Kaleshia sitting in the front row, whispered
to her friend.  "The baby is going to be half-and-half."

      The baby Gia wasn't on the pill.

      "Deon, y-you have to w-wear a c-condom," the ever helpful young teacher
tried to counsel as she was taken by the hair, "we can't make a baby."

      "What's the matter, miss Gia you too good for it?" laughed Deon.  "I
ain't wearing no rubber and neither is any other nigger.  We gonna do our own
biology experiment in your pretty, white belly First, though, Kaleshia, why
don't you come up here and check out what slutty panties teacher be wearing My
money is on black like the cock she been wanting."

      Gia Pietraszek was mortified as her only legitimate A student approached
her.  Kaleshia herself was a product of biracial seeding and while it pissed
her off to hear racial garbage, she had to admit at seventeen she was just
pervy enough to appreciate this little game the brothers had planned for
teacher-whore today.

      "Kay miss Gia, all us kids got bets on what a skank like you dresses, so
give Kaleshia my new Air Jordan's and be a little princess in pink."

      Gia's other prize student reaches down to take the hem of her proper blue
dress and begins to hike it.  Excited chants fill the room as each student
tries to will his bet into reality everything from thongs, to crotchless, to no
panties at are had been guessed by these young bastards "Just what type of girl
do they think I am," the exposed teacher wondered.

      "BLACK BIKINI BRIEFS AND A WICKED LITTLE GARTER!"  Exclaimed Deon, "my,
my, my, this just screams slut Do you wear these for that fag, Bill, or are
these special, class teasing skivvies?"

      Gia felt her face burn with shame as she realized if anyone in the class
had been predisposed to aid her before, now seeing what slut underwear she had
worn, would have even her most devote students forced to believe she deserved
this.

      "Get your, skank ass back to your desk now Kaleshia but make sure I get
my money from the pool Miss Gia, you just bought be a two front row wHARLEM
WHITE BEATER tickets for this weekends big game, but now we gonna have us a
little victory celebration for my own while you demonstrate what this
white-slavery be all about."

      Gia could do nothing but whimper as she was pulled down to her knees.  As
an instructor, she knew  the value of oral exams, but this term was about to
take on a whole new meaning to her as she received a very real lesson in ethnic
"stereotyping" every rumor has it's truth.

      Perhaps if Gia could have got to her yard stick, she would have had a
more accurate number to conceptualize just how much she had to accept as she
knelt there at Deon's feet.  With thirty sets of impressionable eyes to witness
the show, all Gia was really able to do was basically prevent her own gagging.
Any potential opportunity to actually enjoy her first taste of "chocolate dick"
was lost in the sheer girth that was suddenly and unceremoniously thrust with
purpose between her pretty, red lips and deep all the way down her tight,
constrictive throat.

      When Deon was finally fucked in and Gia had his balls to her chin, the
class clapped its admiration.  As an acknowledgment to the approval Deon
decided to do the show stopper as he let his first spurt paint the back of her
throat before withdrawing to make sure he would have his money shot.

      Gia barely got her eyes closed as that ten inch spermer glazed her face
like a donut.

      "Jamal, go get the camera we got us a little movie to make," Deon shouted
to his brother. "This picture is definitely gonna go up on the bulletin board,
huh Miss Gia?"

      Gia hadn't been all that quick to respond She was pretty sure that she
was still fighting that entire first class.  After all, once that video camera
was on her, then it was all going to be pretty undeniable after that.  Gia
wouldn't even have been all that surprised if these niggers were already
calculating the coin out of popping up their own little Internet site,
www.giagetsniggered.com/.

      Still, the only fight she could really did no more than earn her a
corrective slap to the face or a compiling yank to the hair as the teacher
spent the next several minutes getting orally intimate with each and every
nigger stud in her class.  Gia sucked, and the camera captured That was THAT.

      Gia Pietraszek was a movie star AN ACTUAL FUCKING MOVIE STAR!
LITERALLY!!!  She couldn't deny that it had all happened and all been filmed.
She again tried to pull at the bonds securing her wrists to the desk   Not that
escape at this point could save her, but maybe she could still do something for
Bill before he too was finished.  Despite her own bruises to body and ego, Gia
was still a girl that always had her heart for her good to others, and Bill
needed that help now as much as anyone.

      As she looked across the room to where he was tied himself, Gia did feel
for her love.  The panties were ridiculously tight and that bra looked like it
would explode As small as Gia was, her underwear wasn't exactly designed to be
put on a big guy like Bill.  Too bad he had been no more able to save himself
than Gia had.

      It was third class when Bill had entered the scene.  Gia had been in
nigger custody for close to two hours while classes had come and gone.  It was
all so surreal as most of her students would wander off to gym class or home
economics, while yet new students would drop by for their own little glimpse of
the special sex show in room 12N.

      Gia Pietraszek had actually faired pretty well.  She had already learned
that no amount of cooperation would save her from the frequent face slap or
nipple twist, but as long as she kept her moans and screams down to a secretive
level and put some passion into her other sexual performance, the rape was
actually going pretty good.  Gia hadn't even been spermed in her very
unprotected and suspected, fertile little pussy.

      In fact, if it wasn't that her jaw was getting sore and her ass felt like
it had taken a baseball bat or something and the obvious disgrace of having
niggers tainting her, Gia might even have allowed that the whole morning had
been a rather enjoyable distraction from the usual January, midwinter doldrums.

      Sure, the social stigma was going to be life altering, and the fact that
as a teacher she was finished as a credibility factor were both very
distressful thoughts; but if she could just escape without taking a load into
her belly, than at least she could salvage something Maybe Bill would ever
know, and she could get him married?

      That possibility all ended when the door opened and in fell Bill at
fourteen minuets to eleven o'clock.  Deon and Tyrone had him by the scruff of
the neck.

	"Told you the bitch was getting it honky."

      Damn those boys, Gia cursed to herself.  Every rotten thing ever said
about a nigger was true.  Gia felt the red hot shame of any white trash slut as
her love got the first glimpse of her hot white body sandwiched between the two
pistoning, nigger-hardbodies sandwiching her in their own little version of the
classic oreo cookie.

      Bill make a futile little effort to scramble to his feet but earned
nothing but a kick between the legs for his heroics.  He wasn't even going to
be able to save himself, Gia thought Guess I am not getting my "white" knight
rescue either than.

      Bill was rather quickly secured as the rape had entered hour three While
Gia continued to serve [she was up to number 50 already] others amused
themselves with Bill. As head of security, there were definite issues to be
settled with Gia's love.  In a way, the sights that greeted her glances towards
his direction pained the caring young woman, but it was rather captivating to
in its own obscene perversity.

      That was when Bill was put into Gia's long since discarded naughty
nothings.  While Gia was more natural in the buff for her ganging, nigger
sensibilities obviously seemed better pleased to have macho Bill in frilly
panties and bra.  They even tried to stuff him into Gia's tight blue dress, but
that was simply no fit at all.

	If only his ass had also escaped that no fit test.

      Gia was embarrassed for Bill that he would fall to these niggers as only
a girl ever should.  Despite the irresistible thought that Bill's scream at
penetration actually was a little girlish, there was no actual allowment that
Bill could enjoy his bitching; [but rape isn't about enjoyment anyhow at least
not for the fuckee and since the fuckers wanted Bill to be part and parcel of
the festivities; he was] and Gia soon was thinking no more of it, as she and
her guy continued to service nigger- after nigger- AFTER NIGGER!

      "Bill Are you having any luck getting untied?  Bill?"

      He still wasn't talking.  It had been hard on him.  Gia remembered
Mustafa had made the request first.  Sticking his hand up like a ridiculous
mockery of the former teacher/student dynamics, he has asked it so luridly,
"Miss Gia, can I go to the toilet."

      Of course the nigger wasn't going to take the walk to the lavatory when
he had two perfect little toilets so ready for use right in the class.  At
least Gia had been able to prevent herself from "flushing;" as they decided
they obviously were not quite animal enough themselves to filthy Gia "that"
much while still having finished  using her yet.

      It's a very sad thing when a blessing could be derived from anything so
repulsive; yet, after Bill began his afternoon of toilet service all sex was
directed back to miss Gia so at least he was spared any more black cock, but
Gia was still to face her final B of those infamous three B's (beat the bitch,
black the bitch, BREED the bitch.)

      Deon had returned from gym class for the final change of the afternoon to
see that his instructions to leave Gia unspermed had been obeyed.  Despite over
two hundred niggers having risked the temptation with very risky insertions all
day long, none had yet did the deed of actually spilling the jizz.

	"So Miss Gia, you ready to get planted with nigger seed?"

      What could the already everywhere-else sperm-soaked and completely-fucked
in-every-way-but, Italian beauty say?

	"Okay."

      "Now Miss Gia, in health class we learned that each load has hundreds of
thousands of sperms to swim into you and find an egg to conquer, so what we
want now is since none of us can do the math, you do it to figure how many
sperms are gonna get to breed you now."

      Gia couldn't help but admire this black bastard.  Artist, punster, master
pervert, he really was the white dream of what a nigger was all about, and at
this point what use would it have been to resist the request anyhow.  Well she
had not smiled at the earlier jokes about the three B's (beat her, black her,
breed her) and constant warping of the traditional teacher/student
relationship; if these niggers wanted her to calculate her pregnancy than so be
it.

	The final outrage was just window dressing for the grand finale.

      "Lay down on Bill, miss Gia He can be our consummation mattress while we
conceive your special little bundle for your belly."

      It was maybe a little extra wicked.  Bill wasn't quite her fianc  or
anything, but he was as good as, and now he was to be the mattress in use for
his woman's breeding from the cock of a superior lover.  Even with the other
boys close to hold Bill down and force hi to be the bed. it wasn't very
comfortable either, but as weird as it was for Gia feeling the wiggles of Bill
squirming under the combined weights of herself and her lover; she knew the
unpleasantness was that much more sufferable to Bill, himself.

      Deon inserted his potent baby maker into Gia's wet and receptive pussy
and began to plow her fertile garden while preparing to seed her with his
offering.  Gia tried to limit her own humping to prevent herself sliding off
Bill as much as anything else.  Than she called out, "one hundred thousand Two
hundred thousand, three hundred thousand"

      With every spurt that filled her, Gia tried to keep track.  The numbers
became more and more difficult as the final hour ticked off second by second
and cum shot after cum shot.

      "Twenty-seven million three hundred thousand, Twenty-seven million, four
hundred thousand Sixty-one million"

      How could one cunt accommodate so many sperm?  Having long had both her
available eggs successfully subdued and conquered by two of Deon's prime
swimmers, the late-"cummers" were really rather gratuitous, and of course the
more  corpus quantity simply ran back out and puddled between her legs to soak
Bill below.  It was all just really for show at this point.

      Everyone seemed rather pleased as the final bell rang with the exception
of Bill and Gia,.  A couple of the boys had tied the very subdued and
humiliated Bill to a chair; while, Gia was laid on her back on her desk.
Several books were propped under her ass to elevate her so that the baby making
sperm would achieve greatest penetration despite that ship already having
sailed.  Deon has administered one last kiss to Gia before he left telling her
that he would arrange a pick up of her and Bill later if the cleaning staff
didn't find her first.

      Now it was four PM and school had been out for half-an-hour.  The
footsteps at the door were about to send Gia into a whole new adventure

Look for the continuing adventures of Gia and Bill if demand is sufficient.
Votes in either the pro or con will be tabulated at mkarl2000@hotmail.com

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