SC: EP. 2 - Aftermath
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Chapter 1: Aftershocks 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Aftershocks 1 - Following the events from Snowed In, Linda and the students return to school to figure out what is next. As the days go on, each finds they may have changed somewhat from their experience. Should they not use the gas again, or was that just the beginning of their fun?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Fiction Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting
There was a sense of trepidation for Linda as she walked into school on Monday morning. She knew how quickly rumors and stories could spread around the small rural school. It wouldn’t take much for one slip up from someone; one misspoken word or improper intonation to send the school into a fury of speculation about what had happened overnight while people were snowed in on Friday evening.
After she parked in the now plowed parking lot and walked to the main entrance, she expected to see State Troopers waiting to arrest her, but there were none. She was greeted mostly as normal, with the exception of a few questions about Friday’s events from the other staff. The real test would come soon, as the buses started to roll in and students once again filled the halls. She didn’t even stop off in the teacher’s lounge that morning, preferring the head straight to her classroom where she nervously downed the coffee she’d brought from home. As she waited for her first class to start, her mind drifted back to the events of the weekend and the struggles that followed.
She had gotten praise from the principal, Donna Polaski, that Saturday morning, as the students boarded the bus or dug out their cars. She and Donna did a quick walk around the school to make sure everything was in order before the school was locked down for the rest of the weekend. Donna remarked on how well all the students had behaved and that everything seemed spotless, as if the janitors had just been there. The entire time, Linda just wanted to get out of there. She was worried that she’d say something that hinted there was more to the story than they led on. Her head was still aching, but Linda answered all the questions before finally being allowed to go home. By the time she pulled into her driveway, freshly cleared by her friendly neighbor, her body felt like it was ready to give out.
She spent the rest of Saturday in bed, her head pounding from a near migraine. Her body ached, likely from the severe pounding she received from all the guys, especially Darius’ massive 9-inch cock. She could almost feel that thing still deep inside her rear chute, like she’d sat on a baseball bat. The best she could do to relax that evening was a soak in the bathtub with all the lights off. She knew it would help relax her weary muscles and raw sensitive areas.
It wasn’t until Sunday morning that she started to regain her strength, and most of the pain subsided. She felt hungry, very hungry, and ate more than twice as much as she normally did on her best day. She demolished all the sweets and cookies she had, and moved straight into anything else she could snack on like crackers, bread, and even stale rice cakes. It wasn’t till after dinner, when she cooked and ate a whole chicken, that she finally felt full. She didn’t know if it was the building anxiety that caused her to binge or something else, but she spent the rest of the weekend on the couch curled in a fetal position. The fear of Monday built up each hour until she finally just fell asleep from exhaustion.
The noise in the hall finally snapped her out of her inner thoughts. She looked at the clock. It would be only ten more minutes before the bell would chime, and students would filter into her class. She dug through her desk, attempting to find the day’s lesson plan. She needed to get it together. Nothing had happened yet. Everything was fine, so far, and she had to try to act normal. She needed to pull herself together. She was so distraught that she didn’t notice Warren walk past the door.
Warren walked down the hall with his bookbag slung over his shoulder, heading towards his locker. He navigated the sea of bodies mingling and moving about, attempting to avoid any hostiles that tended to attack him when he least expected it. He was used to it, though. For most of his life, he’d been the target of bullies and people looking to make themselves feel tougher. Obviously, he hated it, but short of a violent bloody rampage, there wasn’t much he could do about it. All he needed to do was survive a few more months until graduation, then he was college bound.
The chatter in the halls as he passed the different social cliques wasn’t the same as usual. Normally, it was the typical school drama of who was dating who or which student was stuffed into a locker, and typically, that answer was Warren himself. Today, though, he heard whispers and murmurs about him and various other names; the ones who’d been trapped here on Friday night.
It wasn’t a surprise, of course. Such news would be a big deal here at the crossroads of nowhere and desolation. A cow farting was gossip-worthy news here, and Warren normally couldn’t wait to be free of all of it. That was until the events of the snowstorm.
As he reached his locker and stuffed his jacket inside, he just felt better about himself. He stood straighter and felt more confident. He wasn`t sure why. It could be the wild memories of the crazy shit he’d done that night. He wished he could tell someone about it, but he had no friends, and no one would believe him anyway. He barely believed it himself, and he lived through it. Still, though, he felt better than he had in a long time. He felt even better when he turned to look down the hall and saw Brittany talking to a few of her friends, including Karla.
Warren smiled to himself as he thought about their time together in the lab and afterward. He tried to wave a greeting, but she didn’t see him through the throngs of moving students. He started to walk over, something he never thought he’d do in public to the best-looking girl and most popular girl in school. His head up, his eyes trained on the girl in front of him, he didn’t see the danger approaching from the side as he was slammed into the lockers with a loud bang.
“Hello Dorken!” a cackling Chuck said as he pressed Warren’s face against the lockers.
“Fuck, of course! Hello, Chuck. I see the steroids have kicked in already,” Warren replied angrily, catching himself and his bully off guard. Warren never talked back, he usually just took it, but today felt different.
“What did you say to me, loser?!” Chuck angrily replied, as he pressed Warren’s face harder against the cold metal. A crowd gathered, encircling the pair. Warren could no longer see Brittany, blocked by a ring of laughing teenagers.
“I’d spell it for you, but I’m out of crayons,” Warren irritability replied. He struggled against the bully’s grip, attempting to free his arms, but he couldn’t match Chuck’s strength.
“You’ve got some nerve, dork. Did you grow yourself a backbone in the lab? Let’s make sure you still fit in your natural environment. Get a locker!” Chuck yelled out to one of his football lackeys. They pushed another student away from their open locker, and Chuck pushed Warren towards it. Warren’s face was bruised from the journey.
There were cheers and hollers from the crowd as Warren was shoved towards the open door. Warren continued to struggle. He used his hands to brace himself as best as he could, but he knew he couldn’t hold out forever. In that moment, he started to regret mouthing off and figured he’d have some time to reflect whilst trapped in his metal prison. He probably should have just taken the beating like usual. He likely would have just had some bruises, and his self-esteem would have sunk even lower.
“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” a girl’s voice cried out from the crowd.
“Yeah right! Fuck off!” the bully laughed as he shoved harder; Warren’s hands slowly losing grip.
“I said, leave him alone!” A figure pushed her way through the crowd, emerging right in front of Warren’s tormentor. Warren couldn’t see exactly who it was, as his face was partially in the locker, but he thought it might be Brittany. Chuck’s grip loosened slightly, and Warren was able to turn his head enough to be surprised to see Andrea standing there.
“Shit, I didn’t even think you knew how to talk. What the fuck is this, Warren? Need a girl loser to fight your battles now?” Chuck laughed hard at the small girl, her clothes ratty and the wrong size for her body.
“I do, if it’s to stand up to assholes like you. Now let him go!” Andrea yelled louder and with increasing confidence. The crowd started laughing though, unfazed by the smaller girl to the star football player.
“Oh, I’m really scared. What are you going to do, throw some more lice-ridden clothing at me, you little bitch?” Chuck taunted, but Andrea didn’t flinch.
“For starters, I have you on camera committing assault,” Andrea said, pointing at the cameras in the hallway, but Chuck just laughed harder. He knew no one ever checked those things and suspected they actually didn’t even work. What he didn’t know was Andrea knew for certain that they did work, and she could easily access the data whenever she wanted.
“ ... any other empty threats, dorkette?” he smirked as he towered over her, invincible in his own mind.
Andrea still held her ground, “Yeah, I doubt you want your internet search history leaked. Such ... interesting tastes you have, Chucky.”
“You’re so full of shit. You’ve got nothing on me,” he replied. He had a little less confidence in his voice, but he tried to project strength.
“You sure about that? I never PEGGED you as the type to look at that type of stuff, tough guy. Bet you never thought to MAN UP and TAKE IT from a girl ... or a guy,” Andrea said with extreme confidence.
Warren felt himself slip from the bully’s grasp and nearly fell to the floor. He steadied himself and turned to find his oppressor had a strange look on his face. If Warren didn’t know any better, his face had one of fear and anger barely hidden under a bravado of his tough-guy grin.
Chuck laughed nervously, his cool demeanor breaking slightly as he turned towards the crowd. “Whatever ... I’ll avoid embarrassing him in front of his freak girlfriend this time, but next time I won’t be so nice.” He then stormed off down the hall, as his two goons followed close behind. Disappointed in not getting the blood they hoped for, the crowd slowly dispersed.
“You ok, Warren?” Andrea asked, as she looked at the dark bruise on the side of his face. She reached up to touch it, but he turned away from her.
“I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that,” Warren griped as he picked up his dropped bag.
“I just ... I wanted to help,” Andrea lowered her head, her voice became a whisper in the storm of students.
“I know. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. I’ve got to go, see you at lunch?”
Andrea nodded, the confidence from earlier had disappeared and she was left standing alone in the busy hallway. Warren walked quickly down the hall. He turned a corner and nearly ran into Brittany and her friends.
“Watch yourself, loser!” Brittany’s friend Kendra snapped.
“Hey!” Brittany snapped back, before she turned to Warren, “How’s it going War ... what happened to your face?”
“Nothing, I’ve got to go. See you later.” Warren took off down the hall and disappeared into the crowd.
“What a freak!” Kendra said as she turned back to the group of girls.
“I know. A complete disaster. I don’t know how you two survived the night with that creep,” Patricia joked, as she feigned a disgusted look.