PART II

Evan Parke came from a small town in Nevada. Tired of living the simple life, he worked long summers during high school to be able to move to Connecticut. His passion was to study history at Yale University. Having written a paper on Nazi torture practices which should have been his breakthrough in the scholarly world, he got into a complicated and unfortunate fight with a richer student who had similar ideas written in his paper. Through means of money and power Evan’s work got diminished to a fraud and a rip-off in a matter of days, leaving him behind as a failed scholar-to-be. Out of frustration he moved out of Connecticut to work at a high school for the elite in California at the age of 39.

He had to admit that, for a failure, his life had taken a turn towards the better. His salary was enough to establish a good, rather luxurious new life. His professional reputation hadn’t been damaged along the West Coast and his colleagues admired his educational background as well as his seemingly infinite knowledge of the past. But the best part was without a doubt his students. Sure, they didn’t give a damn about what he was teaching – besides the occasional nerd – but the view was amazing. At least 5 rows of teenage royalty eyed him during classes. Pretty princesses with golden curls, bright eyes and pink miniskirts laid their eyes upon him every day. Pussy paradise, as far as he was concerned. And obviously, untouchable for someone his age and position.

Evan wasn’t a regular guy. He had a small secret. His interest in torture practices didn’t just dawn on him out of the blue. He noticed that since he was a child he always had a little bit of a sadistic nature. He enjoyed seeing pain being inflicted, seeing the looks on people’s faces when they were being hurt. This was expressed mostly in his sexual behaviour. He wanted to dominate the women he had at his disposal, wanted to fuck them until they bled. He wanted to see them fear him. Begging him to have mercy. BDSM was a simplified way to define his fetish . Creating a new life in California he decided to finally live his fantasy in his basement creating a world he loved.

Cassidy van der Sluys had lived in California her entire life. Her life was perfect. Her house was perfect. Her car was perfect, her looks were perfect and her behaviour was perfect. She was head cheerleader, had considerably good grades and was head of the student council. Everything was perfect. As much as she hated it, she kept up her perfect appearance. Cassidy didn’t want to risk the trust funds her parents had set aside for her, so she mostly kept her mouth shut properly and played her role convincingly around those who could jeapordize her wealthy future.

She had done everything to escape the drag of her usual little perfect life: snorted cocaine once, attended wild parties and even indulged herself in minor felonies like stealing something as insignificant as a pair of panties. She lost her virginity at the age of 13 to some horny geek called Joe as a bet with her friends, that she dared to have sex with the cutest guy in class. Since then on she wasn’t too shy to nail any guy she thought to be attractive. But it all didn’t seem to be interesting enough.

The there was Barry, Cassidy’s first love at the age of 15. They had been together for about a week before Cassidy allowed him to fuck her for the first time. It wasn’t the most romantic setting for the first time to ‘make love’. They used the supply room, next to the gym for a quick bang before heading off to class. A day later Barry had spread all sorts of nasty rumours about her. She became the mockery of the class for at least a week. After that things settled down pretty fast. No one dared to mock a cheerleader for long. In a furious state Cassidy took a baseball bat from the same supply room they had sex in days earlier and waited Barry up after school. He was released from hospital after four weeks. Because Barry didn’t want to admit he got beat up by a girl, no one ever found out who had assaulted him. Barry wasn’t the most loved kid at school anyway.

This experience had changed Cassidy. The next couple of times she had sex she had a different attitude. She no longer tried to please the guys. The guys were there to please her. She dug her nails in their backs and bit their lips until they bled. She wanted to be fucked harder, deeper and faster. And every time she was finished, she craved for some more. Finally she found out what she had been wanting all this time. She wanted power and control over others. Although she kept up her reputation of the ideal daughter, no son of a bitch would ever tell her what to do again. Until Evan came along.

It was only in the second semester that Evan got Cassidy’s class scheduled in. He quickly got into a daily routine, which allowed him to settle in nicely in his new job. “Russia has been our enemy during the Cold War, as you all may probably know. So therefore in our first classes I want to gain some more insight on their politics, their economy and their way of thinking. Who can tell me a little about the political movement called ‘communism’? The lady in the front row perhaps?” Evan nodded at Cassidy. “No idea” she answered blankly. “Come on, I’m sure you know a thing or two about Russia” he tried to pique her interest. “I said: I have no idea. Do I need to spell this out for you?” she replied back sarcastically. Evan decided to leave this one be and moved on to the next student. He wasn’t in the mood to waste time on a grumpy student.

The next few weeks weren’t any different. Evan would ask questions and Cassidy would evade them. One day he decided to have a good talk with her after class. “Cassidy, this way please” he beckoned her over while the rest left class. It was 4 pm; it had been a long day. “What is it?” she asked him rather irritated. “I want to talk to you about your behaviour in class… I don’t feel any active participation from your side” Evan started slowly. “Jesus, what an amazing observation.” He raised his eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Cassidy moved closer and put her hands on his desk, leaning closer to Evan. “Listen. I don’t give a fuck about your class. I don’t really give a fuck about you either. So how about leave me be during classes and I won’t make your life hell.” After this short speech, she turned around, flipped her blond hair back and walked out of the room. Evan was left stunned, but a smile formed on his face shortly after. “You’ll be back. And I’m pretty sure that big mouth will have dissapeared by then” he thought while cleaning up his desk for the day.

There was another reason why he loved his job. None of the girls were too interested in history, yet the pressure by their family to get straight A’s was high. With the attitude they kept up in class as well as outside of school, not many of them passed their tests. How he loved summer holidays. The girls would come to him at the end of the year pleading, bribing, flirting – anything they could use to work up their grades. Obviously he used that to his advantage. He discovered the girls were very willing to compensate their grades with certain sexual acts. Evan had already gained countless blowjobs by all those spoilt bitches willing to make him cum for a better mark so they would pass his class. None of them would ever tell. Their egos were too big to admit what they did and hell, giving blowjobs was a daily routine for them. Life was good.

That wasn’t his main sexual interest though. Smart enough not to take the under aged girls home – let alone in his basement – he let them be right after he shot his load over their pretty faces. He kept his ‘other’ interest reserved for hookers he occaisonally picked up from the street. He took the poor and insignificant ones, who were illegally offering themselves to make a quick buck in dark alleys. If he damaged them too badly at least he was sure there wouldn’t be any reprimands.

A small year passed and Evan found it to be a fun way to pass time to ask Cassidy as many difficult questions as possible. The irritated faces she’d give him amused him. “Cassidy, why did the process of de-colonizing South-East Asia caused more tension during the Cold War?” He knew she couldn’t answer it even if she tried; they hardly focused on Asia yet.