SC: EP. 2 - Aftermath
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Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
Linda looked around the room, eight young faces looked back, and she felt a tinge of panic once again. She couldn’t believe her life and livelihood rested in the hands of these teenagers. That said, she was still there. No one had arrested her yet, so it seemed clear that no one had talked ... yet. She felt a familiar sense of fear and anxiety; a cycle repeating itself due to her poor self-control. And yet, she couldn’t shake the excitement and thrill of the whole thing. It was something she’d sworn not to give into again after everything she went through. Yet here she was again, potentially giving in and making another serious mistake.
Linda took one final breath and dove in, “Let’s get this started. First off, is everyone ok?”
There was a combination of nods and verbal affirmations from the group. Everyone looked physically alright, although most of the guys seemed more vacant and more distant than normal. Linda had felt the same all day, and it had been difficult making it through her first two classes. The other girls looked to be in better shape, more focused, and present in the room. It made Linda curious why that was, as she caught Maggie’s dark brown eyes. They seemed to bore into her like lasers, not in a malicious way, but just full attention.
“I was pretty sore afterward. My head ached like crazy till Sunday,” Karla said, as she flipped her hair around and put it into a ponytail.
“Yeah, me too. My brain felt like it was on fire, and I could barely move for most of Saturday,” added Quinn.
Linda looked around at the students. “I did too, did everyone have a similar experience?” There was a unanimous agreement from everyone, which Linda noted. “Must have been a side effect of the gas. Anything else? Any other strange effects someone would like to share?”
“My vagina and my butt hurt. It was tough to hide that all weekend,” Maggie said with a laugh. She then shot a look at Darius and Miguel, who sheepishly looked down at their feet. The others couldn’t help but laugh.
“That ... isn’t quite what I was referring to,” Linda said with a laugh of her own.
“Ms? How are you doing in that respect?” Brittany asked. “We walked in on you getting piled on by the boys.”
“Well, if we’re being open and honest here, I was ok. Sore, of course, in some places, but I’m more experienced in these areas than you all. I did feel like eating a small horse on Sunday, though. Anyone else run into that?” Linda wanted to get the discussion away from herself and back on the group as a whole.
“Oh, good! I thought that was just me. I was worried I’d gotten pregnant,” Maggie said with relief.
“Oh, that reminds me...” Andrea said before she started to dig through her laptop bag. She pulled out a small package and threw it to Maggie. “Take that when you get home, you’ll feel off for a bit, but it’ll make sure your oven isn’t baking.”
“How’d you get that so fast?” Darius asked suspiciously.
“Dark web. I know a few people who can get me shit quick. Whatever you need within 24 hours,” replied Andrea triumphantly.
“Damn! Why didn’t I know you sooner?” Miguel asked.
“I try to blend in with the background,” Andrea said before she turned back to Maggie, “Anyway, if we’re going to keep going Maggie, we’ll need something more sustainable than these.”
“There’s no way my parents would let me be on birth control. They’d freak out if I asked.”
“I’ll see what I can do, though a steady supply of something is harder to do than one-offs,” replied Andrea, who pulled out her laptop to check her sources.
“Woah woah woah, hold your horses...” Linda said, trying to regain control of the meet. “I think we need to discuss some things before you order more illegal pills from some Dr. Feelgood.”
Miguel raised his hand to speak, “So, what exactly are we talking about then?”
“Whether we should destroy whatever that concoction was that caused ... whatever happened on Friday,” Linda replied.
Maggie quickly continued, “ ... and if we should use it again,” as she eyed up the attractive Latino.
“Right, I guess that too if we keep it. Any thoughts?” Linda opened it up to the group to speak freely.
Darius was first to speak, “What’s left to destroy? I thought we got rid of the last of it when we cleaned up the caf.”
“Not exactly,” Brittany said as she rummaged through her backpack to retrieve a pouch that contained three vials. “Before we were affected in the lab, Warren and I made new batches of our original base formulas. When we returned to clean up the room, I collected both of our liquids in two vials. The third is what we girls used to join you after we returned to find you all ... occupied with Ms. Linda.”
“You can just call me Linda here, everyone. We’re already well beyond the rules for that now,” Linda added.
Warren, his face still bruised, decided to join the conversation. “Physical amounts of compounds aside, Brittany and I know our own formulas for this stuff. We could easily make more if we wanted. I think the question is, should we?”
“That’s it right there. That’s the real question,” Linda replied. Her voice sounded like she was still teaching a lesson.
“Why should we destroy it?” Maggie said. “What’s the harm in it? We all had a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, just think of all the money we could make if we sold it. If we bottled it and sold it ourselves, we could make a fortune.” Miguel said gleefully.
Linda was quick to jump. “Ok, but is that something you think we want to put out into the world? Think about it, the damage it could do to a lot of lives. That’s not even considering the potential side effects we don’t even know about yet, from both short-term and long-term exposure. This isn’t something to be taken lightly.”
“But everyone had a good time. No one got hurt. What’s the big deal?” Brittany argued, as she looked around the room. Half the group agreed, which included Maggie, Miguel, and Quinn.
“What if it wasn’t a good time? Sure, it seemed to work out for all of us, at least from what people are saying, but maybe it doesn’t next time,” said Warren as he sided with the opposing forces of Darius, Karla, and Andrea.
Andrea stood up beside Warren, “You don’t want to know what it’s like to know you’ve been taken advantage of. To wake up every day and look in the mirror and see something you can’t stand looking back at you. This gas or drug, whatever it is, should never leave this school and never leave this group. I’m not for pretending it doesn’t exist. I’m just ... I only think it should remain between all of us.
“Andrea, I’m sorry,” Quinn said as he moved towards her, but she raised her hand to stop him, “ ... what happened?”
Everyone fell silent as they all turned toward Andrea. Her unusual bout of courage faded, and she retreated back to her seat. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll say I made a bad choice, and I have to live with it. Let’s make sure we don’t do that here.”
“Well said, Andrea, don’t be afraid to speak out. It is great to hear your perspective,” Linda said before adding, “if you ever want to talk though, just let me know.”
“In the wrong hands, this stuff could be used for some terrible and heinous things. Just think about how little control we all had. Ours was an accident, but someone with intent could do some terrible things to someone else, potentially ruining their life.” Linda added afterward.
Always one to argue both sides, Quinn jumped in, “While true, and I don’t mean to offend anyone,” he said as he looked at Andrea, “but couldn’t you say the same thing about alcohol or many other recreational drugs? I’m not saying I’m one way or the other just yet. Just playing Devil’s advocate if we’re going to debate it.”
“We can’t control those things though. They are already out in the world,” Karla argued, “I’ve had my experiences with some of these things already. Quinn, have you ever been handed a drink at a party and wondered if they had slipped something more in it? I’ll bet Miguel’s never had a group of girls feeding him drinks all night, hoping he’ll pass out so they can drag him to an empty bedroom. I may not be as academically smart as the rest of you, but one thing I do know is how to play the game and watch out for myself ... and others. This new thing, it changes the rules of the game. Any girl afterward would have to watch out for one more thing. Something they’ll only notice when it’s too late, and then consent goes out the window. Our control is gone completely.”
“But so will the guy’s...” Miguel argued back.
“Exactly, just think about that for a minute, buddy,” Darius added.
“I don’t get it. What am I missing?” replied Miguel, confusion clearly on his face.
“What do you think would have happened if Maggie hadn’t entered the gym when she did? Neither one of us was in control of ourselves, right? When it all hit us, do you think we’d have just done nothing? Kept shooting hoops? What if some guy wanted to take advantage of us? It’s a lot less funny when you think about yourself in that position. Hell, if you want to keep it to girls, what if someone used it on your sister?”
“I’d kill them...” Miguel muttered, but the point had been made.
Warren continued, “But who would you kill? What if they were a victim as well? In the gym scenario, would you attack Darius when he was just as innocent as you? The effects seemed to take an hour to set in, so it would be easy to dose someone without them knowing, wait, and then act like they were a victim as well. There are lots of ways this could go horribly wrong.”
Brittany raised her hand, “but we could work on it. Try to fix some of the issues with the formula. I’m all for keeping this quiet, for now. But between the two of us, Warren, we can come up with a solution to some of these problems.
“How would we even do that? It isn’t like we made this thing on purpose. We don’t even know why or how it works? Besides, that doesn’t solve the ethical problems of it,” Warren countered.
“No, it doesn’t, but we might be able to reduce some of the negative effects and maybe even reduce the one-hour window for its effects to take hold.”
“Have you lost your mind? Why would you want to do this? We’re lucky we didn’t all die the first time. Hell, we still might! What makes you think we can functionally change anything?”
“I just thought you’d like to ... you know, partner up on this,” Brittany glistened and looked like she might cry.
Warren felt terrible. His inability to deal with normal social situations had bit him in the ass again. Lost in the haze of lust and debauchery of that Friday night, Warren remembered the conversation the two had shared before things went off the rails. He tried to give a reassuring smile, but his face still ached from his earlier in the day.
“I’m sorry, Brittany. I just don’t know where to start. Ms. Linda, how could we experiment with fixing this thing safely?” Warren said, turning towards the teacher who stood silently at the front of the room.
“It’s just Linda, Warren. I’d say that if it is something you two wanted to work on, you should use the vent chambers. Maybe get some lab mice to test on or something? Use the formula you both have now as a control and tweak it from there. However, I would advise that it could still be dangerous for both of you. Are you sure it is worth the risk?” Linda asked her two best students.
“I think so,” Brittany said with confidence. “Let’s see if we can turn this into something useful before we condemn it or try to monetize it. Let’s see what we really have.”
“Ok, I can go along with that if we can use the lab for testing,” Warren said as he looked to Linda, who nodded her head in reluctant agreement.
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