SC: EP.5 - Collateral Damaged
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Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - What damage can be done by a single mistake? When a student outside the Science Club is discovered using Heat; the Club tries to quickly contain the situation before things spiral out of control. Fingers are pointed and factions arise. It could be the end of friendships or something even worse.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Fiction School Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting Teacher/Student
The three were just getting ready for chemistry class when an alert went off from the Dis-CREET chat app. The last time that had happened, Warren had been put into the hospital. Everyone in the group was smart enough not to abuse the alert for minor things, so they all took it seriously. Brittany was the first to click open the app to see it was a short message from Miguel.
‘Drama room now! – serious problem!’
Brittany looked at Warren and then to her teacher Linda, who was trying to act naturally. To Linda, the look on Brittany’s face was enough. They needed to go! Thinking quickly, Linda dismissed the class telling them they had a free period to work on their end of their next assignment. Thinking they were getting a free period, none of the students questioned it. The only two that would have complained were Brittany and Warren, both of whom quickly collected their stuff. Linda ushered everyone out of the classroom, locked the door and the three of them tried to inconspicuously make their way to the hidden drama room.
Bursting into the drama room, and followed closely by Warren and Brittany, Linda demanded, “What the hell’s going on now?” The three of them found Miguel, Darius, and Andrea holding someone down on the couch with towels. Even with the two strong men, they seemed to be having a difficult time restraining whomever they had. Andrea was already in the room when the two guys came in with Willa.
“Who is that and what’s wrong with her?” Linda asked, jumping into action.
Not really able to help with the girl, Andrea spoke, “Miguel and Darius found her getting gangbanged in the guys’ locker room. She’s been dosed.”
“How?/That’s impossible!” came from both Warren and Brittany at the same time.
“I don’t know,” Darius said. “Check her eyes. They’re bugging out.”
Linda rushed to Willa’s side to check her face. She was moaning and crying, “I’m so hot! Please ... I can’t take it!” There was still some residual cum on her head and face, even though the guys had tried to clean her up quickly. Linda had to restrain her head to hold open her eyelids. Her pupils were still huge and dilated. She could also feel the heat coming off the girl’s sweaty body.
“Let her go,” Linda said. “Just let it wear off naturally.”
Brittany stepped forward, a horrified look on her face. “So, it’s true?”
Linda nodded, “Yeah, she’s on Heat. Shit!”
Miguel and Darius let go of the quivering, sweaty girl. She sprang up off the couch and practically tore her wet clothes off. She stood there naked and sweating, panting madly like a dog in heat, before rubbing herself up against Linda, who was the closest person near her.
“I need ... I need you ... someone ... I just ... need it!” she babbled. Linda didn’t move; nor did she reciprocate. This was completely different from their previous encounters, when they were all under the influence of the drug or willing participants.
Quinn entered a moment later, followed by Maggie and then Karla. They each had a difficult time getting out of class, but eventually managed to find an excuse.
“What’s going on, who’s this?” Quinn asked, seeing the naked strawberry blonde girl rubbing herself against the teacher.
“Willa?” It had taken a second for Karla to recognize her strung out as she was. “Jesus, who did this to her? Miguel!”
Miguel protested, “It wasn’t me, I swear.”
“Nah, it wasn’t,” Darius agreed, and explained what they had seen.
“Do you know how many guys fucked her?” Karla said angrily.
“We don’t know. We only saw a couple, but we didn’t get there right away,” Darius said defensively.
Miguel added, “We tried to stop it as soon as we figured out what was going on, but we weren’t there when it started.”
“What’s with the perverts at this school,” grumbled Karla. “She’s clearly out of it. I mean, look at her.”
They all turned to the young strawberry blonde girl. She began to realize she wasn’t getting any from the people in the room, so she spread out on the floor and was masturbating. The sound of her fingers working her sloppy vagina was painful to listen to. It was like hearing the sound of their own guilt. It was the potential for their worst fears coming to life.
Warren spoke up, “Where’d she or whoever did this to her get it from?”
“Do you think someone intentionally dosed her, like we did to Chuck?” Maggie asked, feeling a pang of guilt.
“Look, Chuck deserved it,” Miguel said emphatically. “I don’t feel bad about that at all.”
“He was suspended for three weeks and lost his scholarship,” added Maggie.
“He got what he deserved,” Darius said coldly.
There was another silence as they watched the girl on the floor squirming and sweating. It felt like seeing things from a very different perspective when it wasn’t one of them knowingly using it. It was watching somebody tweaking out on the drugs that they’d made. It wasn’t all fun and games; this was real! Some of them had been warning about this potentially happening from the very beginning. They all knew there’d be time for discussions later. Right now, though, they needed to ensure that no more Heat had gotten out. They needed to know the scope of the problem, and then contain it so no one else would get hurt.
“Can everyone confirm their canisters?” Brittany called out, holding up her black case.
Warren, Linda, and Karla could at that moment, but Maggie, Quinn, Miguel, and Darius couldn’t.
Maggie said hers were in her locker, so she left to get them.
“My bag is still in class,” Quinn stated. “I’m sort of in the restroom right now.”
“You’ll be made fun of later,” Miguel said, adding, “ours are still locked up in the locker room.”
Both Miguel and Darius had put on their workout clothes, leaving their bags in their gym lockers. They really needed to get Willa the hell out of there fast, rather than getting all their stuff. They’d found her discarded clothes on the ground and stuffed her into them, mainly her jeans and shirt, and ushered her to the drama room as quickly and quietly as they could.
Linda picked up the discarded girl’s clothes and checked them. She reached into the tiny pockets in the girl’s jeans, pulled out a small metallic cylinder, and held it out for everyone.
“Someone’s missing one,” she stated, her anger brewing beneath the surface. She checked the top and the seal had been broken. Turning it upside down, no liquid poured out.
Linda turned to Quinn, “Head back to class, since you’re using the restroom. Check your case and send a picture of the inside.” Quinn nodded and headed out the door.
Maggie returned carrying her bag in one hand and her little black case in the other. Five canisters were secured in the holders.
“A couple are empty,” she said, “but all are there.”
“Let’s get our stuff and check,” Miguel said to Darius. The two took one last look down at the groaning naked girl on the floor and left.
“Do you think it was one of us?” Darius asked, as they walked through the quiet halls.
“God, I hope not. Willa’s a good kid. I’d feel terrible if we were responsible for this.”
“One of us is, man. Everyone else has their shit.”
“Could be Quinn,” Miguel said hopefully.
“Yeah. Could be. But unless she’s really unlucky, what are the chances he lost one in school and Willa happened to be the one to find it?”
“What are you saying, D?”
“I don’t know; I think it’s one of us, though. Just a feeling.”
They made their way to the locker room and found it empty still. The bench where they found Willa had streaks of cum around it from the few boys who’d pulled out. They reached their lockers and pulled out their cases. Miguel’s heart sank when he opened his.
“Four. I only have four canisters. It was me.”
Darius felt for his friend. “Dude, I’m sorry.”
“What if I lost it at my place and she found it? Maybe she was trying to find me to return it and the seal broke?”
“Miguel...”
“Oh GOD! What if Gabriela had found it instead? Would she be in Willa’s place, tweaking on the floor after getting fucked by a bunch of grubby little bastards!”
Darius grabbed him, “Get a hold of yourself, buddy! Let’s get our stuff and go back. We’ll deal with it there, ok? Come on.”
The two didn’t bother changing, they grabbed their stuff from the lockers and headed back to the drama room. The usually calm and cool Miguel was in a full-blown panic. He didn’t want to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they found out it was his. He was worried about what might happen next. If word got out, it could destroy all their lives.
“It was mine,” Miguel admitted when they returned to the drama room.
“What? How could you be so irresponsible to lose one!” Brittany said angrily.
As she sat there watching Willa’s uncontrollable lust, she felt the guilt eating away at her. She knew she was responsible, just as much as Miguel was. Others, including Warren, had tried to warn of the dangers of this stuff getting out, but she dismissed it. Now staring her in the face were the consequences of those decisions.
“Let’s not lose our heads here, ok?” Warren stepped in to cool things off. “It’s been at least forty-five minutes since the alert, so timing-wise, she should be coming out of it soon.”
Brittany was agitated, “And then what?”
“We figure out what to do next. Think of it like a chem problem. Solve it one step at a time.” He replied calmly.
“He’s right,” Linda added. “Let’s not freak out. The last thing we should all do is panic right now.”
Internally, Linda was already in full-blown panic mode. She was already thinking about where she could disappear to and what her next name should be. She’d done it before; she could do it again. Not that she wanted to, she liked it here in small-town Wisconsin. It was so much different than Los Angeles or Seattle; people were genuinely nicer and she liked her job. She could feel it crumbling around her, but being the teacher, she had to hold it together for the sake of everyone else.
“Does anyone have any clothes for her when she comes out of it? Her shirt’s torn to shreds.”
“Miguel and I have regular clothes. We could stay in our workout gear. I don’t think we’re going to any more classes today,” Darius volunteered.
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