Chapter 31: At School - c. The Mistake

Today was different.

The morning had gone well enough for Kendra McCain, as she and her friends – Andrea Thomas and Jenny Chin – had their usual morning fuckfest in the Carson High stadium concession stand.

The one thing each girl had in common that fateful day was that each was dealing with her period the day that Michael Wright served them Kool-Ade in gym class and thus enslaved them. Unlike any of the other freshmen, this combination of body chemistry and chemicals sent each girl into bisexual hyperdrive. This new attitude became a lifestyle in less than a day, as each girl sought out sex in any way, shape or form that it was available. Parents, siblings, neighbors, friends, random strangers – Jenny inadvertently caused her grandfather's fatal heart attack, but would not and could not avoid seducing relatives at the funeral – it was inevitable that they would discover one another eventually.

Initially, Kendra, Andrea and Jenny would have epic lesbian sex – both in duration and number of orgasms they could muster, as endurance was quickly acquired characteristic. But these girls were first and foremost heterosexual fucking machines, and were able to cool down only when entering the school building due to Michael's restrictions. Every morning, the concession stand was the location for an hour or more of total sexual debauchery with random jocks, then the three girls would slip into the nearby football locker room (part of the school and thus a safe haven) and would shower and douche away the scum and cum. Thanks to a shared industrial strength hair dryer and teamwork, all three girls would arrive in homeroom refreshed and sated.

But today was different.

The growing wet spot in Kendra's jeans was nearly visible; the arousal she was feeling was unexpected and unwanted. She looked over at Jenny, who happened to share their first period geography class, and her expression told Kendra that her distress was not hers alone. In fact, a closer look around the classroom told her that every student, male and female, was feeling the urge.

What the fuck? Jenny mouthed silently. Kendra shrugged. At that moment, Troy Taylor, one of their more prolific morning visitors, raised his hand.

Mr. Spencer, the geography teacher, allowed him to go to the restroom, and Kendra wasn't the only one who noticed his erection. Nearly every classroom – at least, those which allowed passes out – had a steady stream of restroom requests. But few of the girls and almost none of the boys had to actually pee. By the end of the second period, every restroom in the school reeked of sexual discharge.

But Kendra and her two oversexed classmates got little relief from masturbation. Early on in their awakened state of sexuality, the three freshmen realized separately that only a deep, thrusting fucking (and a resulting orgasm) would prove satisfying. Another glance over at Jenny told her that it would be a battle for the cute Japanese-American girl to maintain her very traditional public decorum.

Up front, Mr. Spencer was not noticing his students' distress because of his own. It had been years since he had to settle this kind of boner in his class – and this one was not going away by itself. And don't even think about getting up to write on the board he told himself.

Meredith held her ground until Kendra stopped struggling; she had her, and she wanted to make sure Kendra knew she had her. But just as quickly as she struck, Meredith relaxed her fist and hand and allowed Kendra to slide free with an audible pop that the gathered crowd all heard. Kendra fell back away from her classmate, sitting back sprawled on the floor with her legs splayed apart.

Realizing she was indeed ruled, Kendra's anger was unabated even as her will power seemed to fade. But all she could manage to do was to sit on the hallway floor, breathing heavily as Spencer's seed seeped out of her violated pussy. Only her eyes were able to reflect the hatred she felt at losing her lust for men and their cocks.

Meredith was not expecting any real resistance; truth be told, she thought she was doing these girls and women a service, and was doing the whole thing on an unspoken instinct that seemed to be driving her. She got down on her hands and knees in front of Kendra, who by now was literally shaking with anger she could not voice.

"I don't understand the anger," Meredith repeated.

That was all Kendra needed. She found her voice.

"That's fucking obvious!" she screamed. "School, and Master's no-sex command are the only way some of us can control our sex drives."