Ms. Witner

I hold my breath as the principal says the next part of the sentence. "Ms. Witner," my worst fears are confirmed. It the teacher who not only wanted to let me suffer but also the same teacher who I just mindlessly fucked the shit out of, was the one but in charge of convincing other people to save me. As she waddles past me, it is easy to tell she still did not like me. Her eyes glare at me through the specks of cum that she did not manage to get off in time. All I could think about is if I had not gone so rough at the end maybe it would be different. Then her speech begins.

"Like our dear principal said I'm here to ask you to volunteer to help save John Doe from suffering and possible ****. Before I go any further their are cards with your names on the under your seat. If after I'm done explaining if you wished to help check yes if not check no. I can assure you that your choice will remain secret but the resulting action will not. If you choose to help, you may be required to use your body including but not limited to your both in and outside your vaginal area at any part of the day and anywhere to satisfied his urges. Yes, we could be saving his life, but I must also inform you of the risk. It is well known that he can not control his urges. As a result, the risk includes bow legginess, vaginal or rectum ripping, and let's not forget pregnancy. So as you make your choice don't just consider the effect on him also but also consider the effect on yourself. " she then ends talking and turns around and walks back to her seat on the stage. Mrs. Olivia spoke up as she passed her, "congratulations, you might have just killed him."

"Well, they needed to know what they had at stake also." She winks and continues to waddle back to her seat.

It only takes ten minutes to go through the ballets. Just as I feared Ms. Witner's speak took its toll and anyone one person, Kathy, volunteered, which is far less than what I need.

Standing on the stage, I can feel both my urge for sex and anger build. I turn towards Mrs. Olivia " well; I'm as good as died anti I."

Mrs. Olivia, " no it not over yet we can still plead our case to the mayor or even the government. But it's going to take some time."

I look down at the individual yes ticket in my hand.