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A former teacher who accused four high school football players of drugging and raping her in 2018 has been charged with giving false information to police and offering alcohol to a minor.
Brianna Walker, 25, was an athletic trainer at Spruce Creek High School in New Smyrna Beach, Florida, at the time of the sexual encounter.
Walker pleaded not guilty to both misdemeanor charges, according to court records. Her attorney, Mary Jane Nettles, told The Daytona Beach News Journal Friday there was no criminal wrongdoing, and they plan to fight the charges.
According to a police report, the players, aged 17 to 18, went to Walker’ home on May 30 to engage in group sex. Walker was 23 years old at the time.
Two days later, Walker told New Smyrna Beach police that she had been drugged and raped by the players. The report said Walker was fuzzy on some details. She told investigators she did not consent to having sex with all four of the players, but was unsure of whether she consented to sex with one of them.
A few days after that, Walker resigned from the school and moved to St. Paul, Minnesota, where she now lives. A trial date is scheduled for later this month.
Police were immediately suspicious of Walker’s account of the alleged rape. Her toxicology report was negative for date-rape drugs, and investigators found she had an alleged history of flirtatious behavior toward students.
They deemed the sex consensual, but continued to investigate other possible crimes that occurred that night.
She admitted to allowing “juveniles to partake in alcoholic consumption provided by her,” according to the report. She could not say how much the players drank.
Let me set the mood for you while we all bask in our current dystopian nightmare.
In another case of empowered pedophilia/sexual assault, we have Brianna Claire Walker. A female sports trainer invites underage aspiring Chads/Tyrones to her home, engages in weed smoking, liquor gulping and champions-it-up with some sucking and fucking: Teen-banging.
Then, to put the popped-cherries on-top of this creamy sundae, our go-gurl here magically declares herself a victim of rape!
While the underage boys she falsely accused lost everything, Brianna Walker is only reluctantly charged with misdemeanors.
What we have here is a clear case of what is called: Anti-Slut defense.
Anti-Slut Defense: A female defense mechanism to ensure that others will not, or should not, label her as a slut. These can be either excuses,resistance to advances, or blaming others for her sexual choices.
Brianna's choice to invoke anit-slut defense is no surprise here, as many women before her have done, or will do in their life.
|Scenario #1
A woman will usually play the card of false rape, even if the sex she had was the best of her life, with Chad, as to avoid others finding out that she loves cock to a point that is akin to how a crack addict loves the white rock.
|Scenario #2
Another scenario in where a woman will claim false rape, is if she had cheated on her current boyfriend with another man (most likely, Chad) so as to absolve her of any wrong doing (aka-responsibility).
Women HATE being responsible. That is a man's job.
|Scenario #3
A woman will also invoke the anti-slut defense if she feels (at any point in history) that the sex was regrettable (or in doing so is ostentatious for her).
Regrets being so pent-up and horny that night she chose to fuck anything and everything in sight so as to satiate the cries and calls from her throbbing, aching, pussy. Tears of slippery moisture wanting a Dick-tator to oppress the living fuck out of her cock-pocket.
In Brianna's case, it was scenario #1 in where her deepest and darkest fantasies were fulfilled; she didn't want others to find out about her cock-tales; four to be exact.
Her options where either: Try to keep it on the d/L (The boys were likely to brag/share), let the news come out (get fired, humiliated), or claim that she was gang-raped (become a stunning and brave, victim-whore).
Little did Brianna know that it would backfire on her; backfire like the spray of Chad's semen hitting the rear of her mouth, a mistimed explosion of creamy overflow. The truth would soon spill down her chin and onto the cutting room floor of the detective's office.
Being so astonishingly smart, Brianna fucked herself in the legal sense. Instead of joining her compadres in the #Metoo movement, where women come-out with their 'life's truth' in the Court of social media where evidence cannot be verified and conjecture celebrated, Brianna filed a police report.
What a moron.
You see, when you file a police report it starts what is called: The legal process.
I know this is easy for men to follow, but for women reading we do have to spell it out for them. Because logic and reason escapes them. Escapes them, like the pussy-juice overflow after reading Fifty Shades of Grey for the 50th time that year.
The legal process: A process in where police and detectives can immediately start gathering evidence (statements, timestamps, toxicology, texts, video, etc.). A process that will eventually figure out if you are telling the truth or are full of fucking shit.
Why didn't Brianna just wait 25-years like all the other 'strong, brave and powerful' women out there who claimed they were raped, even though they wanted the sex at that time in the past to advance their shitty career in acting?
Well, it's because Brianna mostly thought that since she had a vagina, people would just automatically #believeallwomen. To an extent....she wasn't wrong.
It's how she played it.
How does a grown adult, a teacher nonetheless, think it would be a good idea to invite not only students over to her house for drinks and weed, but 4 students of the opposite sex? Gee, what could go wrong?!
Any lying cunt would know that you NEVER file a police report if you are trying to falsely accuse a man (or boys in this case) that you, at the time, willfully wanted to fuck the shit out of your pussy!
You, instead, go on social media (Clown Court)...without the law being able to gather evidence and proof that you are, indeed, a lying, conniving, cunt who was so horny she fucked the football team but didn't want her pussy's truth to come out.
Women, they want their pussy to cum; the truth to never come for them.
The truth of the matter is this: Group sex (with Chads) and rape are in the top-list of female sexual fantasies. We have covered this here before, at great length. It is also covered in the book Burning the Midnight.
Here is a list of the Top Common sexual fantasies for Women:
✅Being dominated (rape)
✅Taking control
✅Sex With Stranger
✅Sex for Money (just like normal dating)
✅Sex With Someone Younger (like, students?)
✅Sex With Someone You Shouldn't (like, students?)
✅Group Sex (like, with students?)
✅Lesbian Sex
✅Role Play (specifically, Teacher/student)
✅Open relationships (In order to still fuck Chad without consequence to her provisioning)
✅Infidelity
✅Sex in Public
Sources: Cosmo, Glamour, Psycology Today
With whom do these women fantasize about?
❌Poindexter, with the receding jaw/hair-line and feminine frame?
✅Chad/Tyrone
This is what women read: Fantasy, Romance, Erotica, Rape, BDSM
Brianna, before she invited those Chads/Tyrones over to her house that fateful and sexy evening, was most likely dripping at the thought of having a line of jock-cocks jam down her endzone. An endless train of Chad, one after the other, pumping their creamy purée of premium penile potion down the valley of her pulsating pink-pocket.
Seeing whose sperm is better; women love men to compete for them.
Having not just being desired by only one Chad/Tyrone, Brianna would experience the raw thrusting power of four: The four seasons of, Chad.
One made her blossom like Spring; the second mowed her summer lawn; another raked her back with his claws of lust; number four got to snow her white with his cumflakes, while she melted in ecstasy. Hoe-Hoe-Hoe, Merry Christmas!
The high and rush to her pussy would've been so extreme, dehydration most likely set in quick from all the wetness (plus drinking booze) leaking out of her womanhood, down her butt-hole and onto the sheets.
Like a peach being squeezed, the orgasmic contractions produced from her vaginal muscles would've been so hard one could've stuck a piece-of-coal into her snatch... to get a diamond in those ten spasming seconds of bliss.
Hopefully, one of those football players brought a sweat rag; the clean-up would've been an undertaking only fit for a Mexican house maid.
The Report Card
Methodology: Brianna chose a rare protocol out of the horny female teacher handbook: False-rape claim. Normally, the female sex scandal teachers that we have seen over the years would rather go for greatness and own it.
Not Brianna.
The methods of Brianna are ironic in nature. In order to hide her crimes involving a good portion of the high school's football team, she decides commit another crime in that of a false rape statement to the authorities. The police were obviously not as stupid as Brianna must've thought. Or, Brianna assumed that since she had a freshly plowed vagina, the police would've cucked to her calls of 'rape'!
They did not.
Instead, it was obvious through testimony that Brianna had suffered brain damage from having her head banged against the headboard so many times; she forget that she was the one who supplied the booze and weed to minors, invited them over and drank said booze herself, smoked da weedz. She claimed she couldn't remember certain events because she 'blacked out', yet in the same breath, vowed that sex had taken place.
Well which is it, honey? You 'blacked out' or you remembered getting spit-roasted?
Brianna claimed in a statement, given under oath to law enforcement, that she had been 'drugged' and 'date raped', yet toxicology reports came back 'negative' for traces of date-rape drugs.
So which is it, honey? You were date-raped, or you are a fucking liar?
Brianna seemed to not quite understand that when you file a police report, the authorities (who have a process for these things) are actually going to look into your claims and investigate using logic and forensic science.
Coincidentally, and weirdly enough, days later after the toxicology report proved she was a liar, Brianna then fled state and moved back to St. Paul, Minnesota, where she now lives. Weird!
Coincidentally, according to police and other witness testimonies, Brianna had an alleged history of being 'flirtatious' with students. A history of horny, sluttyness.
Who knew!?
Brianna will receive a 1-mark penalty on this grade for not 'owning it' like others who CAME(see what I did there?) before her.
Next time, if you are going to be a FTSS....go for greatness and own it, bitch.
B-
Integrity: Brianna dreamed of having 4 huge, pint-size penises plunging in and out of her snatch one after the other in a beautiful display of entitlement and hypergamy.
She then tried to cover her filthy tracks by claiming those four huge cocks entered her without her enthusiastic consent. Her claim would contradict those moments in where her pussy was wetter than the marshlands behind my home when she was with those jock-jams.
A betrayal of Chad/Tryone after giving her the ride of her life. After giving her begging pussy the pulverizing punishment that it so needed, to cum as hard as it probably did. After all of those juicy and blissful vaginal contractions, the afterglow of sweat and moisture on her body, Brianna would still stick the shiv into those jocks' back.
Women want to escape into fantasy through reality and then come back out as if it were all a dream. A dream that they can diddle-off too the next day. Sadly, life doesn't work that way.
The young Chads were real. The cum was real.
The orgasms Brianna experienced, (she remembers, no doubt), were real.
The law is real.
The rape was all a fantasy in Brianna's twisted, fucking head.
If that doesn't scream dishonest and ungrateful, I don't know what will.
A
Looks/Presentation:
At first look, Brianna's face is nothing to write a 50 pager rager about.
However, I do think her body was built for fuck'n.
How do we know this? Well, four football players took turns cork-screwing their cocks in and out of that feminine frame. She survived the relentless poundings, which I am sure lasted for hours that evening.
With legs for days, one could really get into some interesting sex positions involving the use of leverage of the headboard or various mounts like a bathroom sink or your favorite furnishing.
Brianna has a bit of Latin flair it seems and her credentials as an athletic trainer/teacher makes one anticipate certain flexibilities in her repertoire.
Although, we don't get to see the full package of Brianna....as a person, of course. Given that she took down her Facebook page shows a lack of dedication on her part and an unwillingness to become all that she COULD be.
Remember ladies, your only worth in life, your ability to become anything remotely great, relies on your strength to keep your goddamn Facebook and Instagram OPEN and accessible. Otherwise, enjoy a life of un-passionate, failure.
Alas, the following were salvaged and archived throughout the interwebs for your viewing pleasure.
I spy with my detective eye....a Tyrone who is missing.
1 Tryone.....2 Tyrone.....3 Tyrone....4-.......?
Graduated 'magna cum laude'.
Latin for: She had many orgasms during her 4-year college experience....
Brianna sports the 'plain Jane' look...
Deep under her modest wear is a horny beast in waiting..
Brianna's Halloween costume was as easy as her.....