Gateway to Hell 4
by Arthur Saxon
When Sam awoke on Wednesday morning, it was with the immediate and joyful realization that she had not had any nightmares while she slept. Smiling happily to herself, she turned to look at her two bedfellows, Erin and Vicky, who were both moaning and whimpering in their sleep. She noticed a few cockroaches running over their faces and necks. She shook them both awake.
Erin screamed and sat up, then she started sobbing. “Oh Sam!” she said. “That was a bad one.”
Vicky simply looked stunned. Then she pulled her arms out from under the covers and looked at them with an expression of great relief. “I thought I had been torn apart by demons,” she said. “They pulled my arms and legs off.”
“Ouch!” said Sam sympathetically. “But you can both relax now – it’s all over. Let’s see if we can get up now.”
This was not easy. The bedding was heaped up in a great mountain, uplifted from beneath by the huge volume of poo generated by both Sam and Erin. All three of them were buried beneath it, and Sam, who was in the middle, found she simply could not move under all that weight. Erin and Vicky struggled out from either side of her, and then both of them helped to shovel poo off Sam’s belly, pelvis and legs. The fact that both Sam and Erin threw up huge quantities of poo-like vomit during this process did not help matters much, but soon they had cleared away most of the mess.
As soon as she was able, Sam sat up. “Okay!” she said. “Let’s take a shower.”
In the bathroom, Vicky turned on the tap, and then jumped back as warm diarrhea started pouring from the shower head. “What the fuck?” she exclaimed.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Sam. “It should turn to water in a few minutes.”
It did not, however, though they waited for twenty minutes. “This is crazy,” said Vicky, watching the level of poo in the tub rising steadily. “At this rate the bath is going to overflow and there will be shit all over the place.” She turned it off.
Erin tried the basin, and found that the taps produced clean water. “We’ll have to use this water,” she said. There was no question of them going without a wash – all three of them were covered with poo from the chest down.
It was a slow and tedious process to sponge themselves clean in front of the basin, and by the time they had finished they were running late for work. They all donned string-fronted thongs from Mr Howell’s shop, and then pulled on the tiniest skirts they could find. Sam and Erin, whose skirts were riding low on account of their pregnant bellies, shortened them drastically with scissors, so that Sam’s hemline was more than an inch above the top of her labia cleavage, and Erin’s was two inches above hers. Vicky’s skirt was slightly longer, but still stopped short of her clit.
Their tops were equally scandalous – Vicky put on a tank-top which Sam cropped so that it stopped at the level of her nipples, Erin wrapped Saran wrap around her chest a few times so that it made a shiny but complete transparent boob tube, and Sam wore just a see-through bra. They ate a light breakfast and then headed to work.
On the other side of town, Allie Moss entered Laura’s room to find her daughter moaning into her pillow while Danny pounded his huge dick into her rectum. Cockroaches were running all over the girl’s naked body – surprisingly the insects were leaving Danny alone. Laura looked pregnant again.
“Good morning, darlings,” said Allie. “Time to get up. You’ll be late for school if you don’t hurry.”
“Is school even … open today?” grunted Danny as he continued to fuck his sister’s anus.
“Yes – I just received a call from your principal saying that school would be open as normal today. So hurry up and come inside Laura, so that you can both get dressed.”
Danny’s thrusting intensified, and then he groaned as he emptied his swollen testicles into Laura’s bowels. He pulled his softening penis out of her anus, leaving it gaping wide open. One of the cockroaches running over Laura’s buttocks found its way inside and disappeared, and a moment later it was followed by another.
Allie watched this in fascination. Then she shook herself. “Well, breakfast is on the table, so come down and eat.” She backed out of the room and went to check on Sam and Erin – only to discover that they had not returned the night before. Disappointed, she went downstairs and kissed her husband, who was eating a bagel at the breakfast table.
“You’re looking hot,” he remarked, nodding with approval.
“Thank you dear!” said Allie. She had shortened one of her skirts so that it barely covered her panties at the front, and exposed a couple of inches of her buttocks at the back. Her blouse was one she had not worn for several years as she could no longer button it up around her chest – her solution was to leave the top few buttons undone, so that a good portion of her chest, and much of her bra, was exposed. “Laura’s pregnant again.”
“I noticed she was bulging a bit last night,” said John. “I presume it’s Danny who’s fathering these things she’s giving birth to.”
“I guess so,” said Allie, sitting down.
A moment later, Laura entered, wearing string-fronted panties and nothing else. Her parents stared at her pregnant belly and her breasts, which seemed even larger than usual.
“You’re looking very nice Laura,” said her father.
“Thanks Dad,” said Laura as she sat down.
A minute later Danny joined them – he was fully dressed. He gave Laura a long French kiss and squeezed her breasts before switching on the small kitchen television and taking his place at the table. The sound of the morning news blared out of the television’s little speakers, and a moment later the picture appeared.
“…Has condemned last night’s episode, but CSI was by no means the only offender, or indeed the worst. Watchers of the Weather Channel in the north-east were astonished when Mary-Lou Merriweather climbed on to her desk during a routine report and revealed that she was wearing a skirt more appropriate to a red-light district than a respectable television channel. The feed was cut before she could do anything else, but reports suggest that in the following moments she actually stripped to her panties and began to touch herself inappropriately. Moreover, insiders say she had also defecated in her underwear. What do you make of this, Bob?”
“Well on any other day I’d say the pressure had got to Mary-Lou, but with all these reports of indecent exposure coming in, not to mention the reports of public defecations by women, I have to assume that Mary-Lou has been bitten by the same bug that has caused all this other bizarre behaviour. You know I heard of one woman who gave birth to what can only be described as a giant poop, which then burst open and all these green slimy critters came out.”
“That’s pretty gross, Bob, are you sure we can even talk about it on the news?”
“That’s a good question Lisa, but I don’t see how we can avoid it – this is big news. It’s like some kind of weird plague is sweeping the city – and not just this city either. Reports are popping up of similar instances as far away as L.A. and Miami. Whatever this thing is, it’s spreading fast.”
“What are the medical diagnoses? You mentioned a doctor earlier…”
“Doctor Rick Spielman, yes. He believes it is some kind of new virus which is creating a hormone imbalance in infected women and producing symptoms related to irritable bowel syndrome.”
“And what of these reports of … I don’t know how else to describe it … green semen?”
“I haven’t heard any theories regarding that, Lisa, but certainly there have been multiple reports. What is interesting is that this disease, or whatever it is, seems to be coinciding with the massive increase in pest-related problems, most of which concern cockroaches…”
“Do you think all this started with Sam?” wondered Allie aloud, and she shivered as a couple of cockroaches in her panties squirmed over her clitoris.
“Who knows?” shrugged her husband. “Hard to believe, though – how could it have spread so fast in just a few days? I don’t think it can be entirely Sam’s fault.”
“People travel,” said Allie. “But I didn’t mean it to sound like I was blaming Sam. She’s a victim in this as much as anyone else.”
John nodded, and continued watching the news. It was all about the strange events of the last couple of days … the previous day’s major earthquake in Mexico barely got a mention.
Erin, Sam and Vicky arrived for work and rode up in the elevator with Serena Flint. To their astonishment, the normally prudish woman was wearing a semi-transparent blouse with a white bra beneath, along with a black miniskirt.
“My goodness Serena!” said Sam in surprise and delight. “You look amazing!”
Serena stared at her in suspicion for a moment, then she blushed. “I seem to have had some kind of … awakening,” she said. “It’s most strange and I’m not at all sure I like it … but it just seems wrong to me now to wear long skirts or pants.”
“Well good for you,” said Erin. “I think you look fantastic.”
“Thanks,” said Serena, her cheeks quite pink. “Oh by the way, you know I’m getting married on Saturday?”
“I’d heard,” said Vicky.
“I hadn’t,” said Sam. “Congratulations!”
“I’m having my bachelorette party tonight,” continued Serena. “If you’d like to come, consider yourselves invited. Ask Amanda too when you see her, please. It’s at the Adonis Palace – there’ll be male strippers!”
“Cool!” said Erin. “Thanks – we’ll be there!”
“Indeed!” agreed Sam with a smile. “We wouldn’t miss it.”
“What should we wear?” inquired Vicky with a mischievous grin.
“Anything you like,” replied Serena, and she winked. They all laughed.
Sam, Vicky and Erin were still giggling when they walked into their office. Amanda, they couldn’t help noticing, was dressed as skimpily as they were – she was wearing a baby-doll negligee with a string-fronted thong beneath. Her bra-less breasts were clearly visible through the gauzy material, but she did not look in the least embarrassed.
“Good morning,” she said as they entered and greeted her. “Toby’s called in sick, so we’ve got free rein I guess.”
“Awesome!” said Sam, and then she gasped as her anus dilated and a large poo began to slide between her buttocks. It pushed her thong aside and started descending slowly towards the floor. She waddled across to the bucket beside her desk and squatted over it. Twelve inches of her poo broke off and dropped neatly into the bucket. Her colleagues watched in fascination as more poo was added to the pile, which built up and up until, five minutes later, it was completely filling the bucket. And still Sam continued to grunt and push. Erin fetched her own bucket and put it next to Sam’s, and Sam shifted over so that she was now pooping into Erin’s bucket. Two minutes later, when the bucket was less than half full, she finally stopped.
“That’s unbelievable!” exclaimed Frank, who had been staring with his mouth agape. “I swear, Sam, you’re a poop factory! You could go into business fertilizing farms or something.”
Half an hour later, it was Erin’s turn, though she did not quite make it to her bucket in time, leaving a small lump of poo on her chair as she hastily got to her feet. She almost filled her bucket before her bowels were finally empty. She tried to lift her bucket but it was too heavy for her.
“Leave it,” said Sam. “I’ll help you take it out later.”
A little over two hours after that, however, when Sam started pooping again, the buckets were still full. Realizing there was nowhere else to go, Sam simply stood up and carried on typing while a mound of poo built up on the seat of her chair. After three or four minutes the pile had spread so wide that chunks of poo were falling off the edges and on to the floor. When she had finished defecating, Sam pulled her thong down to her knees and lowered her naked bottom into the pile of poo, which splurged out and added to the growing heaps on the floor. Sam shuddered with pleasure at the deliciously familiar sensation of poo caressing her naked pussy. She wiggled her bottom, working poo into every nook and cranny, and then continued with her work.
Danny and Laura arrived at school to find about half of the girl students wearing extremely skimpy outfits. The rest looked horrified at the state of their contemporaries’ attire, and remarked loudly and at great length on how they refused to dress like sluts. This aroused the ire of some of the more provocatively-dressed girls, and many angry words were exchanged. During one particularly heated exchange, one outspoken girl (named Erica Hartman) was set upon by two girls and two boys, who stripped her naked and then held her down while one of the boys raped her, right in the middle of the main corridor. A few of the surrounding kids tried to help the hapless girl, but they were held back by other boys and girls. As the grinning rapist pulled out of the sobbing girl’s virgin pussy, green slime dripped from the end of his penis.
The scene was watched by Millie and Melissa Frobisher, the school’s only pair of identical twins. Unlike many twins of their age (sixteen), they liked to play on their similarity, dressing identically and having fun passing themselves off as each other. Both wore their dark brown hair short and in the same style, with unfashionable bangs that somehow worked very well on them. They were tall and slim, with small breasts and perfect bottoms that had many admirers. Neither currently had a boyfriend, however, and both possessed a shrewd intellect – two facts which were not entirely unrelated.
“I don’t like the way this is going,” said Millie.
“I don’t either. This new disease is turning our school into a Roman orgy, and the teachers don’t seem to be doing anything about it.”
“They have the disease too. If it is a disease.”
“True. I have heard there are bugs involved – bugs which crawl into people’s bodies.”
“Nothing is crawling into mine,” said Millie firmly.
“Nor mine,” agreed Melissa. “But there may be other ways to catch this disease. Let’s get out of here.”
“Yes – let’s go home. We’ll say we’re sick.”
But the front entrance, they discovered, was guarded by two burly men who looked like bouncers from a nightclub. Students were being allowed in, but one panic-stricken girl who tried to leave was roughly shoved back inside. “You can leave at three o’clock,” said one of the men. “Not before.”
The twins turned on their heel in perfect synchrony. “We’ll have to stick it out,” said Melissa.
“So it seems. But we must be cautious.”
“We won’t eat the school food.”
“Nor should we drink the water.”
“We must keep a low profile.”
“Not let ourselves get raped.”
The twins turned to look at each other. “I … I’m a little scared, Millie,” said Melissa.
“Me too Melissa. But we’ll get through it,” said Millie encouragingly. “Let’s get straight to class – it seems a little dangerous here in the corridor.”
They walked quickly to their first class, Geography. Mrs. Wheaton was their teacher – a jovial, round-faced and round-bodied woman who had a reputation for giving generous marks to her students. Today she was as friendly as ever.
“Hello, hello, boys and girls!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “And a very good morning to you all. Come on, come on, Teddy, sit down. Now, today we’ll be studying population dynamics, but first we have another matter to attend to. Would all the girls please stand up.”
Millie and Melissa looked at each other, then got to their feet along with the rest of the girls. “Now,” said Mrs. Wheaton, “you possibly have not read the notice, but as of this morning this school requires that all girls wear skirts or dresses that are short enough to reveal their panties. Any girl wearing a skirt or dress longer than this must shorten it immediately.”
“That’s ridiculous!” exclaimed Toni Adler, a sharp-faced blonde with a very religious outlook. “It’s obscene! Nobody’s shortening my skirt until it shows my panties!”
“Oh but Toni,” said Mrs. Wheaton in soothing tones, “this is a new school rule. You don’t have a choice, I’m afraid.”
“Yes I do! I’ll walk right out of here if you try anything, and tell my parents what’s going on! They’ll sue this school for every penny it’s got!”
“There’s no need to be so confrontational, Toni,” said Mrs. Wheaton. “I hate to do this, but I’m under the strictest of instructions, and I can’t allow this sort of challenge to the principal’s authority. Michael, Jeremy – please would you bring Toni to the front and hold her steady.”
Michael and Jeremy leaped to their feet, and Toni’s eyes bulged wide as they approached her with grinning faces. She tried to escape, but they were big, strong boys and they easily overpowered her. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she was dragged to the front of the class. There, Michael wrapped his arms around her knees, and Jeremy pinned her arms behind her back.
Mrs. Wheaton sighed, took up a pair of scissors, and began snipping away at Toni’s skirt. Moments later, there was not much left of it – more than half of Toni’s pink panties were showing.
“Now,” said Mrs. Wheaton, as Toni ran crying to her desk. “The rest of you can shorten your skirts voluntarily, or they will be shortened for you. Remember that at least part of your panties must be showing when you are standing upright.”
“I don’t think we have a choice,” muttered Millie.
“We’d better go for it,” agreed Melissa. “I’ll do yours if you do mine.”
For the next couple of minutes, the classroom was filled with snipping sounds. Millie and Melissa’s skirts ended up showing just half an inch of panties at the front, and a little more than that at the back. They wanted to leave them as long as possible, but did not want to risk drawing attention to themselves by cutting it too fine.
One girl, Theresa de Palma, had a bit of a problem – she was wearing shorts. She cut them as skimpily as she could, and then put up her hand. “Mrs. Wheaton, will this do?”
Mrs. Wheaton came over to look. “Why no, dear. Did you not hear the principal’s instruction yesterday about skirts and dresses? What a disobedient girl you are. Never mind, we’ll soon fix this.” She bent down and started attacking Theresa’s shorts. Having cut out the part that went between Theresa’s legs, she proceeded to chop more and more off until there was hardly anything left but the waistband. Theresa did not dare object, but merely stood there helplessly and turned around when directed.
Some of the boys and girls at the back of the classroom were getting frisky by this time. Millie nudged Melissa and inclined her head, and Melissa’s eyes widened as she saw Ernestina Sanchez lying naked on her desk and being fucked by class nerd Stevie Berridge. Other couples were getting equally friendly.
“Keep the noise down at the back there,” said Mrs. Wheaton as Ernestina’s moans became loud squeals of pleasure. “Now pay attention, because I have another important rule to tell you about. Stuck to the bottom of each of your desks is a webcam, which is pointing at your crotch. Some rumours have been going around about little bugs that try to get into girls’ panties. The principal feels that this matter should be investigated most thoroughly, so she has had these webcams installed on the underside of every desk in the school. Naturally the boys can ignore theirs, but the girls must make very sure to keep their legs wide apart at all times. Thus if any little ‘bugs’ appear and try to crawl into your panties, the webcam will see it first and we may be able to prevent something unpleasant from happening. All the cameras are wired into the school’s network, and accessible from the school’s website, so we have a team of volunteers from all over the country watching the camera feeds very closely. If they spot anything, they will call an emergency number in the school secretary’s office, and the school secretary will alert the appropriate teacher by email. The teacher will then investigate for himself or herself, and inspect the girl in question for bugs. This will involve the removal of all clothing and a preliminary cavity search. If no bug is found, the girl will be taken to the principal’s office for a more thorough cavity search.
“The success of this project depends upon your willing cooperation. It is vital that you keep your legs wide apart at all times. If any girl closes her legs, the volunteers will not be able to see whether a bug is there or not. They are under instruction to report such an infringement immediately, so that the girl in question may be reprimanded and then thoroughly searched for bugs. We can’t be too careful!”
She smiled benevolently around the class. “I’m sure you understand that this is for your own good.” She turned to the computer on her desk and said, “Now, I am about to switch on the feed. As soon as I do so, the volunteers will be watching, so remember what I have said. Knees apart, girls!”
There was a shuffling sound as eighteen pairs of knees were parted. Melissa and Millie looked at each other unhappily, but they both complied, putting a good eighteen inches of air between their knees.
“Good! Now would the girls having sex at the back please sit down and spread their legs!”
The lovemaking couples at the back of the classroom reluctantly disengaged, the girls resuming their seats. Ernestina put up her hand. “Do I have to wear panties?” she asked. She was still naked.
“No indeed,” said Mrs. Wheaton with a smile. “As of this morning, the school’s dress code for girls represents a maximum – there is no minimum coverage specified. You can remain naked for the whole day if you like.”
“Thank you Mrs. Wheaton!” said Ernestina.
“Okay, I’m switching on the feed … now!” Mrs. Wheaton tapped on her keyboard. “All the girls here are now under surveillance. This will apply to any class you are in, so remember, when you sit down at a desk anywhere, keep your legs well apart. Now, please could everyone take out their textbooks and turn to page two hundred and nineteen. Urban development. Now, who can remember what we were talking about on Monday…?”
Ten minutes later, Mrs. Wheaton’s computer chimed to say she had new mail. The teacher paused in mid-sentence and walked over to check the message. A moment later, she smiled and scanned the classroom until her eyes found a target.
“Kendra McDonald,” she said. “Would you please come to the front of the class.”
Kendra was a quiet, mousy girl with strawberry blonde plaits and freckles. Her eyes widened with fear and she shook her head.
Mrs. Wheaton’s expression became stern. “Would you like me to have you dragged up here, girl?”
“B...but Mrs. Wheaton,” the girl stammered, “I didn’t close my legs!”
“Come here!” snapped the teacher.
Melissa happened to know that today was poor Kendra’s sixteenth birthday. She watched with a sense of dread as the trembling girl made her faltering way to the front of the class. A ripple of laughter ran through the room – all of the boys were watching eagerly, some of them with their hands down their pants.
“Now,” said Mrs. Wheaton, “the man assigned to your camera just called to say that he had to go and answer the door. He was away for just two minutes, he tells us, but that is enough time for one of those pesky bugs to have crawled into your panties and disappeared. Better to be safe than sorry, don’t you think?”
“I’m sure nothing happened!” said Kendra desperately. “I didn’t feel anything!”
“We can’t be too careful,” said Mrs. Wheaton. “Take off your clothes.”
Kendra, in a state of near panic, stared around at her classmates, who stared back at her. Then, on an impulse, she made a dash for the door. Mrs. Wheaton cursed and started after her, but Kendra had too much of a head-start. She would have made it if it had not been for the quick thinking of Ralph Bexler, who dashed from his desk near the door and caught hold of her around the waist.
“Good job Ralph!” said Mrs. Wheaton. “Now bring her here.”
Kendra struggled mightily, but she was quite petite and Ralph was a linebacker on the football team. She shrieked as he brought her back to Mrs. Wheaton’s desk.
“Stop crying, girl, or I swear I’ll cane you in front of the whole class,” said the teacher sternly.
Kendra stopped struggling and stared, her tear-filled eyes wide. “Cane?”
“Yes, that’s another new rule,” said Mrs. Wheaton. “The teachers are from today given license to cane the female students. Naked, if they wish.”
“That’s crazy!” exclaimed Anthony Fletcher, a boy who had not been quite as quick as the other boys to laugh at Kendra’s predicament. “That’s against the law! And why only the female students?” A number of the girls looked gratefully at Anthony. He had voiced what they had only dared to think.
“It’s a new rule,” said Mrs. Wheaton. “If you don’t like it, I suggest you take it up with the principal.”
“I shall!” said Anthony. He got to his feet. “Now?”
“If you wish,” said Mrs. Wheaton with a smile.
Anthony nodded, then he stalked out of the room. Millie and Melissa watched him go, wondering whether it was possible that he could end this madness.
“As I was saying,” continued Mrs. Wheaton, “all the teachers now have the authority to cane female students. This will be done in front of the whole class. Reasons for caning are largely at the teachers’ discretion, but you may be sure that disobedience of the rules, or challenges to my authority, will not go unpunished. Now Kendra, would you like to undress?”
With shaking hands, Kendra took hold of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She placed it on the teacher’s desk, then she unzipped her newly shortened skirt and pulled it down. She stepped out of it, placed it on the desk, and then stared pleadingly at Mrs. Wheaton, who merely raised an eyebrow.
Reluctantly, Kendra reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. As the boys in the class whooped and cheered, she took it off and then covered her small breasts with her folded arms.
“Panties, shoes and socks – come on girl, we haven’t got all day!” said Mrs. Wheaton firmly.
Kendra sobbed as she bent down and took off first her shoes and then her socks, which she tried to do with one hand until she overbalanced while standing on one leg, and had to steady herself on the desk with her other hand. The revelation of her naked breasts caused a cheer to erupt from the boys. The young girl closed her eyes as she pulled her panties down – the sight of her unshaven pussy was met with wolf-whistles and applause. Now naked, she covered her pussy with one hand and her breasts with her other arm.
Mrs. Wheaton cleared a space on her desk. “Lie down there,” she said, “and bring your knees up to your chest.”
Kendra stared fearfully at the desk, then at Mrs. Wheaton. She stifled a sob as she climbed on to the desk and lay down, with her legs pointing towards the whiteboard at the front of the room. She drew her legs up to her chest, and then squealed as Mrs. Wheaton spun her around. Her hand shot between her legs to cover her pussy, which was now in view of the whole class.
“I want this to be an education for your classmates, “ said the teacher. “Remove your hand!”
Kendra’s hand slowly withdrew, exposing her labia, vagina and anus to the hungry gaze of her male classmates, many of whom were now masturbating. Mrs. Wheaton squirted some baby oil into the palm of her hand and then slapped it on to Kendra’s pussy. The girl squealed.
“No sense in giving you friction burns,” said Mrs. Wheaton. She slid two of her fingers into Kendra’s vagina, standing to one side so that most of the class could clearly see what she was doing, and felt around for a minute or so. “Can’t feel anything in there,” she said. “Let’s try your ass.” She removed her fingers and then began to push them into Kendra’s anus, which made the girl whimper.
“Can’t feel anything in there either,” she reported eventually. “Well Kendra, you’d better get up to the principal’s office for a more extensive cavity search. Ralph, see to it that she gets there please.”
Kendra, looking thoroughly miserable, climbed off the desk and moved to pick up her clothes. But Mrs. Wheaton slapped her hand away. “You won’t need your clothes for a cavity search,” she said. “Now get going!”
The petite sixteen-year-old shuffled to the door, covering herself as much as she could with her hands. A grinning Ralph left the room with her, and Mrs. Wheaton resumed teaching.
Fifteen minutes later, another email came through. This time Joan Gilbert, a pretty and popular brunette, was called to the front of the class. She was obviously terrified, but did not put up any fight, and two minutes later, after some fingering by Mrs. Wheaton, she too was sent to the principal, accompanied by Ralph, who had returned alone a few minutes before.
Then Kendra arrived back. With no attempt to cover her nudity, she meekly walked up to Mrs. Wheaton and said, “I’m sorry for making such a fuss, Mrs. Wheaton. I was wrong.”
“Why, thank you Kendra,” said Mrs. Wheaton with a warm smile. “You may return to your seat now.”
Kendra did so, still naked. Her clothes were sitting on the edge of Mrs. Wheaton’s desk, but she did not ask for them, and she spent the rest of the class without a stitch on.
When the bell rang for the end of the class, Millie and Melissa got up, per Mrs. Wheaton’s instructions, by standing up before closing their legs. As they made their way out into the corridor, Millie whispered, “This is getting worse and worse!”
“It’s only a matter of time before we’re given a cavity search ourselves,” said Melissa.
“We need to escape!”
“Past him?” Melissa pointed to the bouncer at the front door. “I bet every entrance is guarded.”
“Then we need to pretend we’re already infected,” said Millie. “Act all slutty like these other girls.”
“But then the boys will have sex with us. And for all we know, that might be how this thing is passed on.”
“Then we need to find a boy who is uninfected. Maybe two boys. They can protect us.”
“We should probably have sex with them.”
“To show we’re like these other girls,” said Melissa. “And to stop infected boys from trying to have sex with us.”
“But Melissa, I’m a virgin.”
“I know. I’m sorry – but it might be the only way to save us.”
“Okay. What about Anthony Fletcher?”
“Good idea. Wait – what’s going on?”
Laughter was following a buxom young girl as she hurried past them down the corridor. Millie and Melissa stared at the girl’s panties, which were sagging way below her hemline and bulging obscenely at the back.
“That’s Laura Moss isn’t it?” observed Millie.
“Yes – the girl who started all this, I gather.”
“Looks like she’s messed herself.”
Laura was making for the girls’ toilets, but she found her way barred by three large boys. “Where do you think you’re going?” asked one of them.
“I need to get to the toilets,” said Laura. “Please let me through.”
“The girls’ toilets are out of order,” said one of the boys, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Laura sighed. “Well, I guess I don’t need to go any more,” she said.
“Good girl,” said the grinning boy. “You just stay in your poopy panties so everyone knows what a dirty girl you are.”
Laura nodded, and turned around. The twins stared at her bulging belly and her shaven pussy, which was cleaved by the string-front of her panties. Her little dress was stretched tight around her pregnant bulge, and was not covering any part of her panties at the front.
As they walked to their next class, the twins noticed that several other girls were apparently pregnant. They also noticed that Laura was not the only girl who had pooped in her panties. Two other girls with similarly loaded underwear were being teased by their fellow students in different parts of the school.
Their next class was taken by the draconian Math teacher, Mr Polley. He leered at the girls in their short dresses and skirts as they entered his classroom. Once everyone had entered and sat down, he conducted an inspection to make sure every girl was sitting with her legs spread wide. As he peered beneath Melissa’s desk, she resisted the urge to close her legs and shield her white panties from his gaze.
“Good!” he said, as he finished his inspection. “Now, perhaps you could differentiate this equation … Christina Jones.” He wrote on his whiteboard a complex equation and turned to smile at a pretty black-haired girl in the front row. The girl bit her lip – she was hopeless at calculus. She got to her feet, legs still wide apart, then she sidled out from behind her desk and walked to the front of the class. A full two inches of her pale blue panties were showing below the hem of her miniskirt – she had a very attractive bottom.
She studied the equation for a minute, and then wrote down her attempt at a solution.
“That’s completely wrong!” shouted Mr Polley.
“I’m sorry sir!” said Christina, turning frightened eyes on the furious teacher.
He picked up a cane from the side of his desk and said, “Strip!”
Christina backed away. “Please sir – not the cane!”
“I said strip!” he barked, advancing on her.
Christina reached the corner of the room and could back up no further. Terrified, she started to pull off her clothes. First her top and bra were discarded, and then her skirt, panties and shoes. She covered her pussy with both hands, leaving her pretty C-cup breasts exposed.
Mr Polley reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. Pulling her back towards his desk, he whisked her around and bent her over the desk, so that she was facing away from the rest of the class. Then he reached down, grabbed her left ankle, and pulled it three feet to the left, so that her legs were spread wide.
“Arch your back. Stick your ass out,” he commanded.
Christina was sobbing into her folded arms. “Why are you doing this?” she wailed.
“I’m making an example of you. For too long you girls have slacked off in my classroom. Well from now on, you’re going to be the best damn mathematicians that you can be. No more laziness! Now take this!” He drew back his arm, and brought the cane down hard on her buttocks.
Christina screamed. A red welt appeared across both buttocks. Mr Polley laughed. “That’ll teach you,” he said. “Now turn around.”
Weeping profusely, Christina straightened up and slowly turned around. Forgetting her modesty for the moment, she reached behind her bottom to cradle her injury in her hands.
Whack! Christina screamed again, and there were gasps from several students. Mr Polley laughed again as Christina’s hands shot up to cradle her breasts, both of which now bore a welt as red as the one on her bottom.
“Consider yourself lucky it’s just one stroke in each place,” said Mr Polley. “Next time I won’t be so soft on you. Go and sit down – if you can! Make sure you keep your legs nice and wide apart. No, leave your clothes where they are. I rather think you can spend the rest of this lesson in the nude.”
His eyes roved around the class, and lit upon the twins. “Melissa!” he said. “Perhaps you could differentiate this equation for me.”
Melissa gulped, but got up immediately. She walked to the front of the class and wrote down her answer. Mr Polley nodded. “Very good,” he said. “Thank you Melissa, you may sit down.”
“Good job!” whispered Millie to her sister as she resumed her seat.
“Thanks,” Melissa whispered back.
A ripple of laughter at the back of the room now caught the teacher’s attention. “What’s going on?” he demanded.
“Ernestina just pooped all over her seat,” reported one boy, laughing.
Ernestina looked very embarrassed, and then, as Mr Polley approached her, a look of fear came into her eyes. “I’m so sorry!” she said. “I didn’t mean to – it just came out!”
Mr Polley stared at the pile of poo on her seat. “That’s disgusting,” he said. “Pooping all over school equipment like that. Where are your panties, girl?”
“In my locker,” said Ernestina.
“Then you’ll have to borrow someone else’s,” he said. He turned. “Nicole – give Ernestina your panties.”
Nicole smiled and nodded. She got to her feet and took off her panties, then she handed them to Ernestina, who put them on.
“Now put all that poo into the back of your panties,” said Mr Polley. “Now!”
Ernestina stared at him, then she picked up a long turd with one hand, held open the back of her panties with the other, and dropped the poo inside. She continued like this until all the poo was picked up, and the back of her panties (or rather Nicole’s panties) was bulging hugely.
“Now sit down and spread your legs,” said Mr Polley.
Ernestina spread her legs as she slowly lowered herself on to her seat. Her expression as her poo squished beneath her was a mixture of disgust and fascination.
Later in the same class, Mr Polley received two emails from volunteers watching the webcams, with the result that two of the girls had to be strip-searched and sent to Principal McEnery.
When the class ended, Millie and Melissa both heaved a sigh of relief. “We’ve got to get out of here,” said Melissa. “Maybe there’s a window somewhere?”
“If we were caught, we would be punished severely. And that would probably mean getting infected.”
“True.” Melissa sighed. Then she frowned as they emerged into the corridor. “What’s going on there?”
A crowd of scantily-clad female students was gathered around the main notice-board. They were chattering and giggling. As the twins continued to watch in puzzlement, they realized that the girls at the front were signing up for something. Millie tapped the shoulder of a girl in front of her. “Hey, Marsha, what’s the deal?”
“Wet t-shirt competition!” said Marsha excitedly. “Today after lunch in the gym. Won’t it be awesome?”
Millie snorted in disgust. “A wet t-shirt competition?” she said.
“Hush,” said Melissa. “We should sign up.”
“Because any girl who doesn’t might as well paint a sign on her back saying ‘rape me’. If our names are on the list, people will think we’re already part of this club.”
“Good point, I suppose. But I hate the thought of being in such a degrading competition, where you’re judged solely on the size of your breasts.”
“Well put it this way,” said Melissa. “More girls are likely to sign up than is practical for the event, so they may well pick and choose from the list. If they do, they’ll no doubt pick the girls with big boobs. So we’ll be safe.”
“Let’s hope so!”
Having signed up for the competition, the twins headed to the cafeteria for lunch, where they had to step over numerous copulating couples before reaching their usual table. They were about to start discussing their plans when they were joined by Christina Jones, who was now dressed again in her blouse, tiny skirt and pale blue panties.
“Are you okay?” asked Millie. “Polley whacked you pretty hard.”
Christina shuddered. “Yes he did. And I’m going to make damn sure he never works with kids again. These welts won’t have faded much by this evening – I’ll get my dad to take pictures and he’ll see to it that Polley’s fired.”
“Good luck,” said Melissa. “That bastard would be hung, drawn and quartered if I had my way. What a sadist!”
“So I assume then that you have not been … infected … with whatever it is that’s making everyone crazy around here,” said Millie.
Christina shook her head. “If one of those green things comes anywhere near me, I’ll squish it,” she said. “Nothing’s ever going to make me have sex in class or whatever. Can you believe what some of the girls have been doing?”
“Never mind the girls, what about the teachers?” said Melissa. “Webcams under our desks, the reintroduction of the cane, cavity searches, and so on.”
“It may not be just the green things,” said Millie. “This ‘plague’ is spreading too fast for just those things to account for everything. We were wondering if maybe something in the cafeteria food…”
Christina looked down at her tray in dismay. “You mean I shouldn’t eat any of this stuff?”
“Probably not,” confirmed Melissa. “Not if you want to remain yourself.”
So none of them ate anything, while around them semi-naked girls ran and squealed and were stripped naked and thrown to the floor and raped as often as not. The twins and Christina tried not to look as shocked and horrified as they felt…
“So, this is the list?” panted the principal, as Mr Polley slid his huge cock in and out of her pussy. He was underneath her, while Mr Dawes lay on top of her, pounding her anus with his own monster erection.
“Yes,” said Mr Polley, rather breathlessly.
“Looks like about two hundred names,” said Mrs. McEnery. “How quickly can you come up with a complete list of the girls who have not signed up?”
“Half … an hour maybe,” said Mr Polley. “What should I do with that list?”
“Gather them all … in the theatre!” said the principal, gasping as Mr Dawes increased his rate of thrusting. “They should be easy enough to find – they won’t be taking part in the wet t-shirt competition. Make sure the audience … for the competition … is just boys. Oooohhhh…”
“As you wish!” grunted Mr Polley, and he spurted a long stream of green slime into the principal’s womb, though she was already visibly pregnant. It was not long before her bowels, too, were filled with the same stuff, thanks to Mr Dawes’ orgasm.
The gym was packed with cheering boys. Millie and Melissa glanced at each other nervously as they heard the din filtering through the door of the changing rooms. All the girls who had signed up were packed in here, waiting to see if they had been chosen. Miss Yeager, the young gymnastics teacher, was reading names off a piece of paper.
“…and Anna Piper,” she finished. “Those eight lucky girls will comprise our first heat. Quickly now – change into your outfits. Just a t-shirt and panties, remember.”
The eight girls eagerly stripped off everything but their panties, and then donned the t-shirts given to them by Miss Yeager. The t-shirts were loose-fitting, but very thin. There were to be eight heats of eight girls each, so of the one hundred and ninety entrants, only sixty-four would be competing in this competition. This meant good odds that Millie and Melissa would avoid being selected.
The first heat trooped out of the changing rooms and into the gym, where a deafening cheer rose from the assembled boys. Melissa and Millie could hear the booming voice of Mr Scheider, who was the compère for the event, introducing the girls one by one.
“Second heat,” said Miss Yeager. “Sally Amis, Jamie Carey, Linda Forrester, Sue Mancini, Laura Moss, Candy Thorne, Suzy Tweedie and Rebecca Windham.”
Laura gulped. She was beginning to regret having signed up for this. How did Danny persuade her to do this again? Still, it did sound like fun, and her large breasts would certainly give her an advantage… She stripped off her dress and pulled on the t-shirt that Miss Yeager gave her. It hung nicely off her large breasts, though the material would no doubt cling enticingly when wet.
Ten minutes later, six girls from the first heat returned, wearing just their panties and carrying their t-shirts in their hands. Miss Yeager told the second group that it was time for them to perform. Laura trooped out with the rest of the girls and very nervously climbed on to a wooden makeshift stage, which was already awash with water. Two buxom girls wearing just their soaking panties were standing in the corner on the far side of the stage – the winners of the first heat.
Mr Scheider leered as they formed a line across the stage. “Well let’s see now,” he said into his microphone, “first we have the lovely Jamie Carey, a B-cup unless I’m very much mistaken. Ain’t she a pretty thing? Turn around Jamie.” As she did so, he grabbed one of her buttocks and squeezed it. “Look at that ass! Get some water on that Benny.” His assistant, a junior student named Benny Leary, was carrying a large jug of water. He poured it over Jamie’s bottom, turning her white panties almost transparent, and then he refilled the jug from one of a series of large buckets of water on the stage behind the girls. “Now get some of that water on those cute little titties of Jamie’s,” instructed Mr Scheider with a grin. The crowd (all boys, Laura noticed) whooped and hollered in appreciation as Jamie’s t-shirt became plastered to her pert breasts. She herself giggled and waved her fist high in the air, then she started to massage her breasts through her t-shirt.
“Now we come to Candy Thorne, the sweet little girl from Iowa. Another B-cup, I’m thinking, or possibly C. Come on Benny, give those puppies a good soaking so we can see them better. Nice!”
Then it was Laura’s turn. Trying to hide her nervousness, she smiled and waved at the crowd. “Laura Moss – what can I say? I’m guessing these are F cups at least … maybe double-F or G even. I don’t know what the difference is and I don’t care – look at the size of those fucking melons!!”
A grinning Benny poured the entire contents of his jug over her left breast, refilled, and then poured another jug-full over her right breast. The material quickly turned quite transparent, and moulded itself to the shape of her large chest and pregnant belly below. She cupped her breasts with both hands and bounced them for the crowd’s benefit. They loved this and cheered wildly. Laura giggled – this was going to be fun!
The other girls were similarly soaked, and Benny withdrew to the side of the stage. Sleazy music began to play, and the girls began to dance. Laura was not much of a dancer, but she quickly found the rhythm and began to sway her hips back and forth. She spent much time massaging her breasts, and then, taking her cue from Jamie, she turned around and gyrated her hips, pulling her panties into the crack of her bottom and spreading her legs a little so that the boys in the audience would get a nice view of her crotch. At this, Benny hurried over with his jug, and poured it over Laura’s panties, soaking them. Still Laura danced, until she noticed one of the other girls lifting up her top.
Keen not to be outdone, Laura turned around and started pulling up her own t-shirt. As she exposed her breasts, the crowd went wild, cheering and screaming their support. Laura laughed and completely removed her t-shirt. She dropped it on to the floor and, wearing just her string-fronted panties, she spread her feet and continued to gyrate her hips while she squeezed and kneaded her breasts.
After a couple of minutes of this, Mr Scheider said, “Now we’ll judge the two winners by the noise of your applause. Who wants Jamie to win?” There was major applause for Jamie. “Who wants Candy?” Slightly less applause. “Who wants Laura?” Deafening applause! “How about Suzy?” A little applause. “Rebecca?” Wild applause – Rebecca’s breasts were double-Ds, and she had a very cute face. “Linda?” Some scattered applause. “Sue?” Considerable applause, but not enough. “And last but not least, Sally?” Even more applause – Sally’s breasts rivaled Rebecca’s, though she was not quite so pretty. Like Laura, she was visibly pregnant, though she was not so far along.
“Well it looks like it’s Laura Moss and Rebecca Windham – well done girls! If you could please step over here… The rest of you, thank you very much! You’ve been great sports. Give them all a big hand, boys!”
Back in the changing rooms, Millie and Melissa were heaving a sigh of relief – the girls in the third heat had just been announced, and their names had not been among them. They crossed their fingers and hoped for similar luck in the remaining five heats.
In the theatre, meanwhile, was a gathering of about a hundred and fifty girls, all of whom had been summoned their by an announcement over the speaker system. Now Mr Polley, grinning evilly, read out a roll call of girls who had not signed up for the wet t-shirt competition. When every girl present had answered her name, he frowned. There were four girls on the list who were missing. Never mind – he would track them down later.
“Right,” he said. “You girls are here because you did not sign up for the wet t-shirt competition. And that is fine – the competition was voluntary and you are not going to be punished or anything like that. But while the other girls are performing, your time is not going to be wasted.” He walked over to a table which was covered with a large cloth. He whipped off the cloth, revealing a couple of large pitchers and several stacks of plastic cups. “The school is taking part in some market research for a company owned by one of your parents. I won’t name names, but they are paying us a small fee for this service. Anyway, one of these pitchers contains a common brand of beer. The other contains an alcohol-free beer developed by our sponsor. Now I know that you are all too young to drink, but half of a small cup like this is not going to do you any harm or get you drunk.
“Now, what I want you to do is this: one by one, starting with the front row, come up to the stage, forming an orderly line, and drink half a cup of each beverage. I will do the pouring. Then decide which you prefer – drink A or drink B – and place your empty cup into the appropriately marked box behind me.” He gestured to a couple of large cardboard boxes marked “A” and “B” respectively. “It’s as simple as that. Right, let’s get started. Come on up, Annie.”
There was only one objection – from a girl who paused in front of the table and said, “But I don’t like beer.” Mr Polley glared at her so ferociously, however, that she quickly emptied the proffered cup. He refilled it from pitcher B and she downed that too. Mr Polley smiled with satisfaction. If only these girls knew that both pitchers contained not only beer but also, well mixed in, the collected green semen of every male teacher in the school. A test on his own teenaged daughter last night had shown that just one drop of the slime, if swallowed, would turn any girl into as horny a little slut as you could wish to find. A strange side-effect seemed to be a loss of bowel control, but this seemed a small price to pay…
The eighth and final heat was being announced. “Margie Daniels,” said Miss Yeager. “Sonya Deerfold. Millie and Melissa Frobisher – it’ll be interesting to have twins on the stage! Lucy Gerstacker…”
But the twins barely heard the rest of the names. Their hearts had sunk to their pits of their stomachs, but they tried to look as cheerful and excited as the other contestants as they slipped off all their clothes except for their panties, and put on the t-shirts Miss Yeager gave them. A collective groan had arisen from the unselected girls, who then gradually dispersed.
“We must throw ourselves into this,” whispered Melissa to Millie. “If we look reluctant, they’ll suspect we’re not really infected.”
“What do you suggest?” asked Millie.
“I don’t know – just act as slutty as the others, I guess – put on a show for the boys. We should make use of our butts – they’re our best asset.”
And so they did. Mr Scheider was well aware of the cuteness of their bottoms, and he made sure that Benny soaked their panties thoroughly after first drenching their chests. Once the music started, it was not long before the t-shirts started coming off, and Millie and Melissa, keen to appear keen, were the second and third girls to go topless. For the crowd they giggled and smiled and flirted, but inside their stomachs were cramped with stress and their hearts heavy with embarrassment and humiliation.
At one point, Judith Kramer started playing with her panties, tucking her thumbs into the waistband and teasing the boys in the audience. Thinking she was about to pull her panties down, Millie instantly lowered her panties to her knees, and started grinding her naked pussy in front of the excited boys, who cheered louder than ever. Melissa, in support of her sister, quickly dropped her own panties, and one by one their fellow contestants followed suit. Sonya, a gorgeous blonde with D-cup breasts, actually let her panties fall to the floor. She stepped out of them with one foot, then used the other to flick her panties into the audience. This brought an ecstatic reaction, so the other girls began doing the same. Millie and Melissa were by no means the last to do so, but they both realized with some alarm that they were the only girls with unshaved pussies. Fortunately the boys in the audience did not seem to mind.
“Okay,” said Mr Scheider, “Let’s find out who your favourites are. Who wants Lucy to win?” Mild applause. “Sonya?” Rapturous applause! “Angela?” Moderate applause. “The twins?” Deafening applause! Millie and Melissa glanced at each other with a fleeting look of worry, but then they waved at the boys and bounced up and down to express their appreciation. “Frances?” Hardly any applause. “Judith?” Considerable applause. “Gina?” Some applause. “Well, looks like it’s the twins! Congratulations, Millie and Melissa – you’re through to the next round. The rest of you, thanks for coming.”
Naked, the twins joined the other winners at the side of the stage. When the losing six girls had left, Mr Scheider said, “Okay, we have sixteen girls in round two, so we’ll split them into two groups of eight. In group one, let’s have Ashley, Danielle, Laura, Rebecca, Steph, Lizzie, Andrea and Hannah.”
Laura smiled and waved at the boys as she walked back to the middle of the stage with her fellow contestants. Despite this being a wet t-shirt competition, however, none of the girls were given their t-shirts back, and when the music started they merely began dancing again. A couple of the girls started pulling their panties down, and when Laura noticed this she did the same. The boys just in front of the stage were reaching out as far as they could in the hope of touching the girls, and so Laura tossed her panties to one of them. The boy caught the sodden garment, grinned at Laura, and then he put it to his nose and took a long sniff.
Laura, embarrassed though she was about being naked in front of so many boys, was also beginning to feel rather horny. She started to rub her pussy in time to the music, and when this drew especially loud cheers, she decided to make a show of it. She lay down on her back, spread her legs wide, and parted her pussy lips with two fingers of one hand. With her other hand, she started rubbing her clitoris in small circles, taking care not to obscure the boys’ view of her pussy. Then she dipped a couple of fingers into her vagina, and started finger-fucking herself. The response from the boys was most encouraging.
All of the girls were now doing the same, lying down and gyrating their hips while they fingered their cunts right in front of the nearest boys. Unfortunately the stage was not very high, and so the boys further back in the room could not see what was going on. Laura realized this, and changed her strategy – she got up, turned around, spread her feet wide apart, and then bent over forwards so that the boys could get a good view of her pussy and anus. Then she took a couple of steps backwards, which brought her within range of the outstretched hands of the boys in the front row. Immediately fingers began prodding her pussy, and some of them slid inside her. Another finger or two was shoved roughly into her anus, which made her wince.
“Okay girls, you’re out of time,” said Mr Scheider. He ran through the girls’ names one by one again, and it was Laura and Danielle who got the loudest applause. Danielle was a cheerleader in her senior year, a willowy blonde with large breasts that some said her father had paid for. Laura suspected it was just a vicious rumour – she could not see any scars, and she had certainly had plenty of opportunities to look.
The other six returned to the changing rooms, Laura and Danielle moved to the side of the stage, and the eight remaining girls moved to centre stage. When the music started, they began to dance. Millie and Melissa, with not even a pair of panties on, had worked out their plan in whispers at the side of the stage in the last few minutes. They were determined not to win – their success so far had been unfortunate and entirely unplanned, and they did not want to be up here any longer than necessary – so they had resolved to simply follow the others’ lead and try not to stand out too much.
At least, this was their plan until Mr Scheider said, “Remember girls, the prize for winning this competition is a free pass to come and go as you please around the school for the rest of this week. Classes will be optional.”
This was too good an opportunity to miss, surely, thought Millie. Of course, she and Mel would have to somehow swing it so that they shared the prize… She turned to Melissa, who nodded – she was obviously thinking the same thing. At once, both girls spread their legs apart and began to rub their pussies. Turning around, they copied Laura’s trick of backing up to within range of the nearest boys’ fingers, and then they steeled themselves internally as they felt dozens of fingers violating their most private areas.
They won their heat. Now it was down to just four girls: Melissa, Millie, Laura and Danielle. The music played again and Laura immediately stuck her bottom into the forest of hands reaching out from the front row of boys. Melissa, however, had thoroughly hated being prodded and probed by all those fingers, so she came up with a new plan. Putting her arms around her sister, she kissed Millie full on the lips. Millie was startled, but she soon realised what Melissa was doing. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, entwining it with her sister’s. The boys were ecstatic about this new development, and they whooped and cheered as the twins sank to the floor, French-kissing and wrapping their arms and legs around each other. Lesbians were cool, but lesbian sisters were even cooler. And lesbian twin sisters were coolest of all!
Melissa and Millie, however, were anything but lesbians. They merely saw this as easy way to curry favour – for both of them it was almost like kissing a mirror. They were both completely heterosexual, but even if they had been lesbians, they knew each other far too perfectly to derive a shred of excitement from making love with each other. It was like making love to oneself.
Danielle, worried she was being overshadowed by her competition, went over to Laura and started kissing the younger girl full on the lips. Laura, by now with a fist in her cunt and another in her rectum, was so horny now that she was quite happy to experiment sexually with a member of her own gender. This was her first lesbian experience, and she was surprised to find that she enjoyed having Danielle’s tongue caressing her own. She and Danielle sank to the floor, wrapped themselves up in each other’s limbs, and stroked each other’s clits until they were eased apart by the boys in the front row, who now turned both girls on to their backs and pulled them towards the very front of the stage.
Several very large penises had been freed from zippers, and as Laura’s pussy reached the edge of the stage, one of those giant members slipped easily into her vagina. She gasped, but she had been raped so many times already that this was beginning to seem almost normal – even acceptable. The boy in question had to stand on tiptoes to get a good angle, but he thrust vigorously for about a minute and then shot his semen deep inside her. As he pulled out, the green fluid poured out of her and on to the floor. Then she was turned on to her side, her legs were positioned so that they were not in the way, and now two penises entered her – one in her anus and one in her cunt.
Danielle was also being fucked, and she seemed to be enjoying it. She was kneading her breasts and moaning with pleasure, even as one boy was trying to work his whole hand into her anus. Then she was pulled a little further off the stage, so that the boys could more easily play with her breasts.
Laura had now been filled with four different boys’ semen, but some of the others were clamouring for the opportunity of coming into her mouth. Before she knew what was happening, she was pulled entirely off the stage and lowered to the floor, where half a dozen penises were thrust into her face. Hardly knowing where to begin, she took one into her mouth and started sucking on it. Other penises were shoved into her vagina and anus.
A moment later, Danielle was also dragged off the stage. Both she and Laura were soon invisible, surrounded by boys with enormous erections demanding attention. Millie and Melissa broke off from a long kiss and stared at each other. “We can’t let ourselves get fucked,” said Millie.
“But we can’t afford to back down,” said Melissa. “It’ll seem like we’re scared of sex, when clearly these other girls are not.”
Fortunately Mr Scheider came to their rescue. “Well, it seems we have a couple of disqualifications. Since Laura and Danielle have left the stage, and it’s impossible to choose between the twins, Millie and Melissa are our joint winners!”
There were a few cheers for Millie and Melissa, but in truth the boys in the audience were rather preoccupied with getting in line to fuck Laura or Danielle. They barely reacted when Mr Scheider handed the twins their pass, and hardly noticed when the twins left the stage and entered the changing room.
Mr Scheider peered through the press of male bodies to see if he could catch a glimpse of Laura or Danielle, but both girls were halfway across the room by now, having been passed from gangbang to gangbang. There was no telling how long their rape would last. Mr Scheider chuckled to himself and left the room through another door.
Having put their clothes back on, Millie and Melissa were determined to get out of the school as quickly as possible. As they approached the front doors, however, they ran into Christina Jones.
“Are you okay?” asked Millie. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little,” said Christina, “but it doesn’t matter. I deserved it.”
“You what?” Melissa could hardly believe her ears.
“Oh yes – Mr Polley was right to beat me. I should pay more attention in his classes, then I wouldn’t be so bad at Math.” She stared dreamily into the middle-distance. “I wonder if tomorrow he’ll cane my naked pussy…”
Millie dragged Melissa past the dark-haired girl. “She’s been infected. I’ll bet she didn’t sign up for the wet t-shirt competition, and she’s been ‘converted’ along with the rest. Come on – let’s get out of here and never come back.”
The bouncer at the door tried to stop them leaving, but when he saw their pass he nodded. “Okay, you can go,” he said.
“We’re free!” exclaimed Melissa as they crossed the yard and approached the front gates. But their faces fell as they noticed that many of the female pedestrians passing the gates were wearing outrageously skimpy outfits.
“No we’re not,” said Millie grimly. “We’re going to have to try to fit in out here in the city too. What was the name of that clothing store Daisy West was talking about this morning?”
“Howell’s, I think,” said Melissa. “You think we should go there? Hmm, maybe you’re right. If it turns out that we have to go back to school, it will probably help us blend in better.”
“Any idea where it is?”
“Not a clue, but I think I might know how to find out.” Melissa looked around, then approached a passing woman who was wearing a tiny skirt with visible sheer panties underneath. “Excuse me, do you know a store called Howell’s?”
“Mr Howell’s Clothing Emporium? Oh yes!” said the woman excitedly. She willingly gave them directions. “But you’ll probably have a long wait. It’s suddenly become very popular.”
“Okay, thanks,” said Melissa.
They caught a bus going in the right direction, and soon found the store. It was indeed busy – in fact there was a line extending out of the front doors and some distance down the sidewalk.
“Do we wait in line?” asked Millie.
“I suppose so.” They joined the queue and waited.
Green slime coated every part of Laura’s body. Some of the boys who had been standing around waiting for their turn had become overexcited and spurted their semen on to her from above. She had been fucked now several dozen times, and her vagina, rectum and stomach were all filled to capacity with the green goo. She was lying in a pool of it too, the excess that had leaked back out of her or poured off her on to the floor. She was very tired and very sore and didn’t want to be fucked or fisted any more, but her pleas went unheeded. She hoped desperately that her brother would come and rescue her – surely he was somewhere in this crowd?
And so he was, but he was currently busy in another part of the gym, fucking Danielle. The cheerleader was in tears. “Guys!” she whimpered. “Enough is enough!” But the boys just laughed and filled her mouth with cock so she could not complain any more. Danny, buried in her rectum, shifted to one side so that another boy could squeeze his erection into her anus alongside Danny’s. It was quite the juggling act of bodies, but somehow Danielle soon had two giant penises in her anus, two in her vagina, and another in her mouth. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she nevertheless gave the best blowjob she could – she was powerless to do anything else…
An hour after they had joined the queue, Millie and Melissa were in the doorway of the store. A harassed-looking young woman in a plaid nanoskirt and skimpy white thong approached them with a clipboard.
“Hello, welcome to Mr Howell’s Clothing Emporium, my name’s Angie, may I take your order?” she said breathlessly.
“Um,” said Millie uncertainly, “this is our first visit. How does it work?”
“For first time buyers we have a few packages that we recommend,” said Angie. “It depends on your budget. How much were you thinking of spending?”
Melissa shrugged. “What would a hundred dollars buy us?”
“Our basic Newcomers package is forty-five dollars – that would get you a shave, a pair of panties, a bra, and a dress. Alternatively for fifty dollars you could get a skirt and top instead of a dress. Both of those packages represent considerable savings over getting all of those things separately. Of course those amounts would be per person.”
“A shave?” inquired Millie.
“Your pubic hair. It’s part of the service.”
Melissa and Millie looked at each other, surprised, but then both nodded.
“What if we wanted a skirt and top and a dress?” asked Millie.
“That would be eighty dollars. You would also get an extra pair of panties with that package.”
“Sounds good,” said Melissa. “Let’s go with that one.”
“Dad’ll kill us!” warned Millie.
“Not when we tell him why we’re doing this, and what’s going on at school,” replied Melissa in a low voice, leaning close to her sister’s ear.
Millie nodded. “Okay – we’ll get the package with the skirt, top and dress,” she said to Angie.
“Two Mini Wardrobe sets,” said Angie. She handed them each a catalogue. “Pick a bra from the green section,” she said.
Melissa opened her catalogue and flipped over a green tab. Teenaged girls smiled at her from the page, all wearing obscenely revealing bras. “Good grief!” she murmured.
Millie was also startled. She went through the whole section – there were only three pages – but nowhere could she find a bra that she would even remotely consider decent. All were either transparent or cut so extremely that part or all of the nipple was showing. “I’ll get this one,” she said to Angie, pointing at a sheer bra being worn by a girl who looked way too young to be showing her nipples in a magazine.
“Good choice,” said Angie, “that’s an incredibly comfy bra.”
“I’ll take this one,” said Melissa, pointing to a white bra.
“Now could you pick a pair of panties from the pink section?” said Angie.
The twins turned to the pink section and gasped in shock. These girls looked like they were wearing their thongs backwards… Except that the rear view showed that the silly garments were apparently nothing but string all over! And some of these thongs – there was nothing to them! Still, at least some of the string-fronted panties provided fairly decent coverage at the rear.
“Don’t you have any panties with a wider front?” Millie asked Angie.
Angie turned the page on Millie’s catalogue and pointed to some thongs with very sheer fronts. “Okay…” said Millie. “I’m really after something that actually conceals my, uh, pussy.” Angie pointed to a model in the bottom right-hand corner of the page. “Oh, that’s better,” said Millie. “A bit. I suppose.” This garment had a tiny white triangle of material at the front which covered the model’s clitoris, though it tapered to a string so soon that it disappeared between her labia. Then Millie frowned. “Wait a minute – there’s no back to it. How does that work?”
“There’s a ball on the end of the string – it goes into your vagina,” said Angie. “When it heats up it starts vibrating.”
“Vibrating?” asked Melissa in astonishment.
“Of course, that’s a more expensive panty,” said Angie. “See the note. You’d have to add another ten dollars to the cost of the package.”
Millie sighed. The idea here was to blend in with their infected fellow students, so she supposed she would have to bite the bullet. “Okay,” she said, “I’ll take one of these and one of these.” She pointed to a white sheer-fronted thong and a pair of blue string-fronted panties.
“Me too,” said Melissa. “But make mine both white.”
“Very good,” said Angie. “Now would you please choose a skirt from the blue section?”
This time the twins were adequately braced – they were expecting panty-revealing skirts. In fact they were pleasantly surprised to see that some of the skirts were even just long enough to cover the buttocks. Millie and Melissa, however, knew that they would have to show their panties if they had to go back to school, so they each picked a different nanoskirt – Millie’s was a tiny denim number and Melissa’s was pink and pleated. Both exposed about two inches of panties at the front, and three or four inches of buttock at the back.
Next they chose their tops – Millie picked a form-fitting red crop-top which covered all but the bottom half-inch of the model’s breasts. Since the girl in the picture was rather more busty than Millie, she reckoned she had a good chance of completely covering her own breasts with the top. Melissa went for a very low-cut white top made of a semi-transparent material.
“And finally, your dresses – in the white section,” said Angie.
Millie selected a pale pink nanodress with a plunging neckline that extended almost all the way down to the hem, which was at least an inch shy of covering the model’s pussy. A near-transparent six-inch-wide panel ran from top to bottom down the back of the dress, revealing the model’s thong and the central part of her buttocks. This was certainly not the most conservative dress, but neither was it anything like the most revealing.
Melissa picked a tight black Lycra microdress that covered the pussy at the front, and revealed only half an inch of bottom at the back. However, a legend beneath the photo proudly claimed, “Guaranteed to ride up as you walk!” The dress was strapless, which meant that it was likely to ride down at the top, too, but at least, Melissa reasoned to herself, it was not sheer anywhere and covered more than most of the dresses.
“Thank you,” said Angie. She took their names and then hurried inside, reappearing a minute later and moving on to a young woman standing behind the twins.
They were by now in the store itself. The queue passed a counter where a young woman was taking payment. Millie produced a credit card her father had given her, and the young woman swiped it. Millie signed, and then the two of them continued into the store. Ahead, they were concerned to note, women were being asked by a male store assistant to remove their clothes, which they seemed to be doing without hesitation. Further ahead still, all the women were naked.
“Looks like we’re going to have to undress,” muttered Millie to Melissa. “You okay with that?”
“I don’t want to make a fuss,” Melissa whispered back. “At least we won’t be the only ones naked.”
The assistant reached them and said, “Would you please undress and place your clothes in this bag.” He offered each of them a plastic bag. “Including your underwear and shoes.”
Millie and Melissa exchanged worried glances, but they took their bags and undressed completely. Removing their underwear made them blush bright red with embarrassment, especially when they noticed the young man staring at their breasts and pussies with a broad grin on his face. They placed their clothes in their bags and handed them back to the store assistant, who took them to one side and placed them among a stack of similar bags.
Another female store assistant was coming down the line towards them. When she reached them, she simply said, “Shave?” When Millie and Melissa nodded, she said, “Come this way please.”
With their hands clasped over their pussies, they followed her to an open area where an elderly gentleman was sitting on a stool next to a bowl of water. He gave them a wide smile that was almost a leer, and said, “Hello! I’m Mr Howell. My word yes, we’ll have to do something about those bushes. Come come, don’t be shy.”
Millie went first – she stood nervously in front of the man, who positioned a chair close to her and said, “Put your left foot up on there, please.” She did as he asked, and he started humming to himself as he squirted a liberal quantity of shaving cream into the palm of his hand. Millie gasped as he slapped it on to her pussy and started rubbing it in. He took his time about this, rubbing more thoroughly and extensively than necessary, Millie thought, though she did not dare object. When his finger slid inside her vagina, however, she said indignantly, “Excuse me, but I don’t think you’ll find any hair up there!”
“I do apologise,” said Mr Howell immediately and contritely. “My finger slipped.”
Like hell it did, she thought to herself, but she did not say anything more about it, and simply stared at the ceiling while he shaved her. After he had rinsed and dried her, he rubbed some cream everywhere there had been hair.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
“It’s a permanent depilatory,” explained Mr Howell. “It’ll stop your hair from growing back again. If you like I can do your armpits and legs too – that will just be an extra five bucks.”
Millie pondered this. “Do other women go for that option?”
“Oh yes – it’s becoming quite popular,” said Mr Howell.
“Okay then,” Millie sighed, and she consented to having the cream rubbed all over her legs and under her arms. She supposed it would save a lot of time shaving in the bath.
Then it was Melissa’s turn. This time Mr Howell’s finger did not slip, though he did spend a lot of time rubbing her pussy with one finger between her labia, sliding back and forth over her clitoris. She was most unhappy about this, but she did not like to complain for fear of drawing attention to her prudishness. Eventually the old man stopped rubbing, and began to shave her. Soon she was as bald below as her sister, and she too agreed to allow Mr Howell to rub his depilatory cream under her arms and all over her legs as well as on her pussy.
Next Mr Howell measured them. He was very thorough, measuring their breasts several times and getting his face very close to their pussies when he measured their hips. He wrote everything down on a clipboard and then directed them to a short queue of naked women nearby. Millie and Melissa stood in line and waited. Five minutes later they had reached the front, and a sales assistant handed them a bag containing the clothes they had ordered. They were directed to a changing area – no privacy here, just a wide open space where anyone could see – and there they put on some of their new clothes. Melissa wore her transparent thong, while Millie donned her string-fronted panties. Next they put on their transparent bras. Both girls selected skirts and tops rather than dresses to try on first, and then they stood looking at each other with expressions of great concern. Melissa’s top turned out to be so low-cut that her nipples, which were visible anyway through two layers of near-transparent material, were barely covered. Millie’s breasts unfortunately were peeping beneath her crop top, but at least her nipples were concealed.
Their pussies were another matter. Their skirts were not nearly long enough to cover their clits, and their panties were not designed to perform this function either. No matter how hard she tried, Millie could not get the string at the front of her panties to hide her clit – it slid one side or the other whenever she tried to move. The problem was that the string was terribly narrow – much narrower, it seemed, than the one in the catalogue had appeared. It was barely more than a millimetre wide. By contrast, Melissa’s thong was certainly wide enough to cover her clit (though not a lot more), but the front panel was made of a non-reflective plastic film and was thus completely see-through. She might as well not be wearing a thong at all.
“Well, we look ridiculous,” said Melissa with a sigh, “but the way things are going, we’ll probably be looking overdressed in a couple of days.”
“Let’s go home,” said Millie, “and plan what we’re going to do next.”
“Good idea,” agreed Melissa. They fetched the bags containing their original clothes, and left the store wearing what they had just bought.
Millie felt awfully exposed, with her pussy visible to everyone they passed, but it was surprising just how many women they passed were wearing clothing just as skimpy, if not skimpier. Many had obviously shortened their own clothes, judging by the ragged hems she saw, but quite a few were wearing dresses and skirts that were definitely tailored to extreme skimpiness. Had all of these women bought their outfits at Mr Howell’s?
Melissa was noticing something else. She pointed at the bottom of a young woman walking some twenty paces ahead of them. “What do you make of that?” she asked.
Millie was startled to see that the young woman’s panties, most of which were showing beneath her ultra-short skirt, contained a huge quantity of poo. “Good grief!” she said. “What does she think she’s doing?”
“And there,” said Melissa, pointing across the street at a woman who was peering into a shop window – her panties were also massively bulging with poo.
After that they spotted several other women with loaded panties. “What’s it all about?” Millie wondered aloud. “Are we going to have to shit ourselves soon, just to blend in?”
“Yuck,” said Melissa. “Let’s hope not. Fortunately the panty-poopers seem to be in a small minority at the moment.”
Their hearts troubled, they made their way to the nearest bus stop and caught the next bus home.
Laura was exhausted to the point where she could no longer move – she was just a limp doll, entirely at the mercy of the hundreds of boys in the gym who delighted in filling her with their cocks and their fists. Her vagina was now so stretched that it could comfortably fit two fists while a third was buried in her rectum. Her breasts had been manhandled so much that they were bruised purple all over. Yet, strangely, whenever a fist or penis was removed from her cunt, she felt empty and bereft, and filled with a longing to have something shoved inside her again.
Danielle, meanwhile, had passed out some time before. The boys continued to fuck her for a while, but eventually every one of them had come inside her at least once, and she was not so much fun as the still-conscious Laura. When Danielle awoke, she found herself naked and lying in a pool of green slime, a few yards away from where the nearest boy had his back to her. Weakly she pulled herself up on to her hands and knees, and then, as quietly as she could, she crawled towards the exit.
A minute later, she was outside in the corridor, heaving a sigh of relief. Mr Beauchamp, the French teacher, was coming down the passage towards her. He stopped when he saw her, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Help me, sir,” Danielle pleaded. Her voice was hoarse and barely more than a whisper. “I’ve just been gang-raped. There’s another girl in the gym, too – I think they’re still raping her.”
“Oh dear, that’s too bad,” said Mr Beauchamp. “Still, never mind.” He resumed his march down the corridor, whistling a cheerful tune.
Another boy came down the corridor. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed.
“Help me!” said Danielle. She recognised him as Aaron Epstein, the captain of the debating team. “Please!”
“Of course!” said Aaron. He helped her to her feet and supported her as she waddled with bowed and trembling legs down the corridor and around the corner to the entrance to the changing rooms. A clock on the wall showed her that school had finished an hour ago.
“Would you stay with me while I get dressed, and make sure I get out of school okay?” she whispered.
“Sure,” said Aaron. He turned his back while she took a quick shower. Then, as she dried herself, he said, “So … what happened?”
The warmth of the shower had restored some of Danielle’s strength. “Weren’t you watching the wet t-shirt competition?” she asked.
“No, I had better things to do,” he said. “I can’t understand why the principal and teachers would allow something so sleazy to go on here.”
She smiled. “Let me guess – your sperm’s white?”
“I’m sorry?” he said, startled.
“Your semen – it’s white?”
Aaron frowned. “Isn’t everyone’s?”
Danielle chuckled and shook her head ruefully. “Not any more.”
She winced as a cramp nearly doubled her over. She felt desperate to poop – those boys had really pumped her rectum full of that green slime. She pulled on a pair of panties and hobbled to the toilets. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said.
But she did not make it. Before she had got into a stall, another cramp gripped her bowels, and she had to bear down hard in order to relieve the pain. A couple of pints of green semen flooded out of her anus, ballooning out her panties and then dripping through slowly. She bore down again as she was hit with a lesser cramp, and a long rope of poo slithered out of her anus and curled up in her panties. She continued on into the stall, pulled her panties down, and sat down on the seat. She emptied her bladder into the bowl, then she felt the urge to poop again. She got to her feet, pulled up her panties, and sighed with relief as another long poo slid smoothly out of her anus and piled on top of the first. God it felt good!
Emerging from the toilets into the changing area, she finished getting dressed and then said to Aaron, “Okay, let’s go.”
He sniffed the air as he took her arm. “Have you, uh, had an accident?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she said. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Uh, well, no, of course not,” he said. “But, um, don’t you want to clean up?”
“I’ll clean up when I get home,” she said. “Right now I just want to get out of here.”
“Okay,” he said, a little uncertainly. “Do you want me to drive you?”
“Sure,” she replied with a smile. “If you can bear the smell in your car.”
“Well … I guess so,” he said. “But I’ll find a newspaper or something for you to sit on.”
Feeling much better now, Danielle walked out of the school on Aaron’s arm. As she got into his car, she suddenly remembered that Laura was still back in the gym. She shuddered, and hoped that the poor girl’s ordeal would not last too much longer…
Millie and Melissa were glad to get home and change into something more sensible. Both donned shorts and a t-shirt, but as Melissa zipped her shorts up, she got a nasty shock. Feeling something tickling her left leg, she reached down inside the front and pulled out something hard. It squirmed, and she dropped it suddenly with a scream as she saw that it was a cockroach. The roach scuttled out of sight beneath her bed before she had a chance to step on it. With a sense of trepidation, she bent down to look under the bed, and her stomach clenched in panic as she saw hundreds of the horrible insects scurrying back and forth.
Looking around her room, she realised she could see several roaches in plain view from where she stood. Who knew how many there were hidden in her drawers and closets? She ran from her room and into Millie’s, where she stopped short at the sight of Millie peering under her own bed. As Melissa entered, Millie got to her feet.
“I thought I saw a cockroach,” she explained.
“Thought? Mil, there are hundreds of them in my room!” said Melissa desperately. “We should call the pest control people.”
“Haven’t you heard the news?” asked Millie. “The pest control people are backed up for months. If we’re to keep our house roach-free, we’ll have to do it ourselves. Let’s look on-line for some ideas on how to do that.”
While they were looking, they heard the front door. “Mum’s home,” said Millie without looking up.
“Hi Mum!” Melissa called out. “Good day at work?”
“Yes thanks!” replied Pam, their mother. She was like an older version of her daughters – tall, slim and dark-haired, with small breasts and a pert bottom. She was thirty-seven years old but looked ten years younger, thanks to clean-living and a babyish face that had got her carded into her thirties. She climbed the stairs and entered Millie’s room to say hello to her daughters.
They stared at her. “Mom! What on Earth?” exclaimed Melissa.
She smiled. “You like the new look?” She gave them a twirl.
The twins looked at each other and groaned. This was really too awful. Their own mother had apparently been infected, judging by her indecently short nanoskirt and the cut-off tank-top that did not quite cover her breasts. “Mom!” said Millie miserably.
“What’s the matter?” asked Pam in a voice of concern. “I know it’s kind of revealing, but…”
“Mom, don’t you understand what’s happening? People all over the city are falling victim to some kind of strange virus which turns everyone really horny. Our whole school seems to have been infected, just about. Do you know what happened today? First all the girls had to shorten their skirts so that their panties were showing, then they installed cameras under our desks and made us keep our legs apart so that people on the internet could see our panties. Then a girl got stripped and caned because she got a question wrong. Then, get this, the school held a wet t-shirt competition this afternoon!”
“We won,” added Melissa.
“Ooh, well done!” said Pam, clapping her hands. “Did you get a prize?”
“Mom, that’s not the point!” yelled Millie. “The point is that the girls at our school are being abused by the teachers! And by the boys! And you apparently don’t care because you’ve been infected too!” She was on the verge of tears.
“Oh honey…” Pam sat down next to Millie and put her arm around her daughter. “The culture of this country is undergoing a rapid change right now. Yes, possibly a virus or something is causing it, but this is a permanent change – it’s not going to go away. And look around you – do the infected people seem unhappy?”
“That’s not the point,” insisted Millie again. “You can brainwash a slave into being happy, but he’s still a slave. I want to keep my own mind!”
“But look at me,” said Pam. “Do you think I don’t have my own mind? I’m still the same person I was – it’s just that I don’t seem to have much in the way of inhibitions any more. And honestly, I’m happier this way. I just had the best day in ages – I haven’t had this much sex since university.”
Both twins gasped. “With who?” demanded Melissa. “Dad I hope!”
Pam looked uncomfortable. “Well, not exactly…”
“Mom, how could you?” exclaimed Millie, shocked.
“The guys at the office were kind of … insistent,” Pam explained. “I didn’t want to at first, but after a while I really began to enjoy it. It was strange though – their semen was green. And there was so much of it! I got completely drenched – my clothes were ruined. But they took me shopping afterwards and got me these clothes.
“Aww Mom!” Tears began to roll down Millie’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry – I didn’t realise you’d been raped.”
“Raped?” Pam looked puzzled. “Well, yes, I suppose I was. But it’s okay honey,” she added reassuringly. “It was really nice. I’m hoping they’ll do it again tomorrow.”
“But what about Dad?” asked Melissa in disbelief.
“Well, I’m sure he’ll understand,” said Pam, looking a little uncertain. “Maybe he’s been infected too. Maybe not. But if not, I’m sure he soon will be. And so will you two.” She patted Millie’s knee and smiled.
“But we don’t want to be!” cried Millie. “Mom, you wouldn’t … infect us deliberately, would you?”
“No dear, of course not,” said Pam. “I’ll respect your wishes. But I think you’ll find it hard to avoid.”
“That’s what we’re afraid of,” said Millie. “We entered the wet t-shirt contest because we wanted to seem like we were already infected, so that we wouldn’t be targets for people who were deliberately trying to spread the infection. We never expected to win.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” said Pam, “given that you want to avoid infection. But darlings, you should really give up. You’ll feel so much better.”
“Mom, please don’t make us go to school tomorrow,” burst out Melissa. “We daren’t risk it.”
“We don’t need to go,” Millie reminded her. “We got a pass, remember?”
“I didn’t think that meant we didn’t have to go at all,” said Melissa, frowning. But then she brightened. “I guess you’re right though.”
“Oh but darlings,” said Pam, “if you don’t show up at school tomorrow, you’ll stand out like a sore thumb. All the infected girls will be eager to get to school so that they can have lots of sex. If you don’t go, it will prove to everyone that you were faking it today. Then, when you do eventually go back, you’ll be raped as soon as you set foot inside the front door.”
This was a disturbing thought. “That’s probably true,” admitted Melissa. “Damn it!”
Pam smiled at them. “Well, I’m going to go and start dinner. And don’t worry – I promise I won’t infect it with anything.” She laughed and got to her feet. As she walked to the door, she stopped in her tracks. She leaned against the door, and the twins stared in shock as her panties were suddenly pushed outwards by something growing inside. With a mixture of disgust and horrified fascination, they realised their mother was pooping in her panties. The bulge grew and grew until it was the size of a grapefruit.
“Ooh, that felt good,” murmured Pam. Then she turned to look at her stricken daughters. “Sorry,” she said, looking a little embarrassed. “It just started coming out.” She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
Millie fell back on her bed. “Oh GOD!” she exclaimed. “It’s getting everyone! Do you really think we can avoid it?”
“I don’t know,” confessed Melissa. “But I’m damn well going to try.”
Sam, Erin, Vicky and Amanda left the office together and went to Pizza Hut for dinner. Hardly anybody commented on their state of undress, or indeed on the fact that Sam, moments after she arrived, started pooping on her seat. Their waitress was a young girl of about eighteen – she was wearing a scandalously short skirt which uncovered all but the top half-inch of her white silk panties, and a long-sleeved black mesh see-through top with no bra beneath.
Erin smiled at her. “Nice outfit!” she said.
“Thanks,” said the waitress, blushing. “We all have to wear these now. Also, I have to tell you that you are allowed to grope me if you wish.”
“Really?” asked Sam in surprise. Then she grinned. “Come here then.”
The waitress shyly approached her, and Sam, still pooping into a growing pile on the seat beneath her, reached out to stroke the young woman’s panties. She wormed a finger inside and began to slide it up into the girl’s vagina.
“May I take your orders while you grope me?” asked the waitress.
They ordered their meals, and then Sam reluctantly let the waitress go. She licked her fingers.
“Did you enjoy yourself there?” inquired Erin in amusement.
Sam laughed. “Yes thanks. Your turn when she comes back.”
Erin grinned. “She is rather sweet, isn’t she?”
Through the course of the meal, in fact, they all copped a feel except for Amanda, who was “definitely not a lesbian thank you very much”. Erin at one point had the girl’s top up around her shoulders while she sucked on her nipples. The waitress took it all in good spirit, and they left her a very large tip. Before they left, Sam went to the restroom to clean herself up – her bottom and legs were messy from all the poo she had been sitting in. They had offered to clean it up, but their waitress had said it was no trouble.
From the restaurant they went straight to the Adonis Palace, where Serena’s bachelorette party was being held. They bought some drinks, then found a table and sat down. Shortly afterwards, Serena herself came over to say hello. “Glad you could make it,” she said. She was wearing a tight white tank top that revealed her belly button and a denim microskirt that only just covered her bottom. “I do hope the strippers behave themselves – I’ve heard a couple of alarming things about them today.”
“Oh?” said Sam. “Such as?”
“Well,” said Serena, lowering her voice, “I’ve heard a rumour that once they’ve got naked, they go around from table to table, and they spray whipped cream on their thingies and encourage the women to lick it off. Isn’t that gross?”
“Yeah … gross,” said Sam, trying not to laugh. “Serena, your transformation into a sex kitten seems to have some way to go. Thingies?”
Serena pouted. “Give me a break, Sam. I’m not like you. This time yesterday I was still a virgin. Last night was amazing, but I’m still…”
Sam’s margarita sprayed from her mouth. “You what? You were still a virgin yesterday??”
Serena glared at her. “We were going to wait until we were married,” she said, still pouting. “But Johnny was such a sweetie last night, and he did seduce me very cleverly … I felt quite powerless to resist.”
Sam raised her glass. “To Johnny!”
Erin, Amanda and Vicky laughed, then clinked their glasses against Sam’s. Serena chuckled. “Well, the point is, my days as the office prude might be over, but I’m still damn well not licking any strange men’s thingies thank you very much.”
“Very commendable,” said Erin. “Anyway, congratulations Serena – I hope you and Johnny will be very happy.”
“Thank you Erin!” said Serena. “Ooh – I think the show might be starting.”
The lights had dimmed, and music was beginning to play – the curtains at the back of the small stage opened, and four airline pilots, each carrying a small suitcase, marched forward into the blaze of the footlights. All of them were tall and handsome, and, strangely, excellent dancers. They put down their suitcases and launched into a tightly choreographed routine, twirling in unison and unbuttoning their jackets in perfect time to the music.
The women in the audience cheered and clapped. As the music continued, the pilots shucked their jackets, then their shirts, then their trousers, and the collective female excitement in the room mounted steadily. The four men were all very well built, with bulging biceps and rock-hard six-packs that drew screams of appreciation.
Then the jockey shorts came off, leaving the men in matching black thongs. Their dance grew lewder, but the women loved it. Those in the front row, including some at Serena’s table, were shouting at the men to take off the thongs. Serena herself was laughing and peeking through her fingers. One of the strippers jumped down from the stage, approached her table, and grabbed Serena’s hand. She squealed and tried to pull away, but he placed her hand on his very large package and made her close her fingers around it. Then he let her go and hopped back on the stage, leaving Serena giggling and shuddering at the same time.
Sam and her friends, further back in the room, laughed and cheered at the display. Vicky put her fingers in her mouth and produced a piercing wolf-whistle that made Sam’s ears ring. She turned and raised her eyebrows at Vicky, who shrugged and then laughed.
Still the strippers were dancing, only now they were pointing rhythmically to their thongs as if asking their audience whether they should take them off. The response was an enthusiastic “YES!”, and so, with a flourish, all four thongs were whipped off together.
The cheers of appreciation were deafening. The women whooped and screamed, clapped and bounced in their seats. Sam began to defecate again, scooting her bottom to the front of her chair so that it would fall on to the floor … but nobody noticed. All eyes were fixed on the huge penises of the strippers – they were all over twelve inches long, and as thick around as some of the women’s wrists. They were also all at least semi-erect, standing proudly and horizontally when first revealed, and then bouncing up and down and back and forth as the men continued to dance.
Then they picked up their suitcases and parted company, each climbing off the stage and approaching a different table. A hunk with blond hair and twinkling blue eyes came over to Sam’s table. He put his case down on the table, opened it up, and pulled out a can of whipped cream. He sprayed some on his huge cock and then danced towards Vicky, his erection bouncing mesmerisingly as he approached her. She laughed and grabbed it as it came within reach. Rubbing the cream all over the shaft of the man’s penis, she said, “What’s your name?”
“Brian,” said the man. “What’s yours, sweet cheeks?”
“Vicky,” she replied. “This is some nice cock you’ve got here.”
“Thanks,” he said. “Why don’t you lick some of that nice whipped cream off it?”
Vicky shrugged and leaned forward, taking the bulbous purple head into her mouth and sucking off the whipped cream. She could not get much of the shaft into her mouth, but she let the naked man fuck her mouth a little before she withdrew, giggling and wiping her mouth.
“Good sport!” said the man. Then he turned to Erin. “How about you, missy?” He sprayed some more whipped cream on his penis.
Erin smiled, then she too began to suck the man’s cock. After a moment he pulled out, then he reached into his suitcase and fetched a pair of scissors. Opening them up, he slid one blade down Erin’s cleavage and, with a snap, he cut through the Saran wrap that she had wound around her large breasts. She gasped, but did not object as he spread her legs apart and then stood between them and placed his cock against the middle of her chest. He cupped her breasts with his hands, then brought them together so that they gripped the shaft of his penis. Then he began thrusting, fucking her cleavage as Sam, Vicky and Amanda giggled at Erin’s nonplussed expression.
After a minute of this, Brian’s penis suddenly spurted out green slime, in a continuous rush instead of spasmodic spurts, so that it looked as if he was peeing rather than coming. The slime hit Erin under the chin and then began to trickle down into her cleavage. Brian withdrew his penis and started rubbing the slime into Erin’s breasts, which she had to admit felt kind of nice. For half a minute, the stripper’s penis drooped and shrank, but then it began to rise again, and was soon as erect as it had been before.
Meanwhile, at Serena’s table, a dark-haired stripper was French-kissing Vanessa, one of Serena’s close friends, while she stroked his cock. Then he sprayed whipped cream on it and pushed it up against her mouth. She looked nervously around at her friends, then she reluctantly parted her lips and let the stripper push his penis into her mouth.
Serena looked disgusted, but some of her friends seemed not in the least bit troubled. They clapped and cheered as Vanessa sucked the stripper’s penis, and Serena half-heartedly cheered too. Then Vanessa choked and shoved the stripper away – green slime was dripping from the corner of her mouth.
At Sam’s table, Brian was now rubbing himself up against Amanda. He pulled her to the front of her seat, then he crouched down, parted her legs, and started rubbing the tip of his penis against the front of her panties. Amanda put her hands over her eyes in embarrassment, but she did not attempt to close her legs, even when Brian pulled her panties to one side and started stroking her clitoris with the tip of his penis. He lifted her legs up, spread them more widely, and then he eased himself forward so that his penis slid up inside Amanda’s vagina.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Amanda, highly embarrassed, as Sam, Erin and Vicky laughed at her discomfort.
The burly stripper put his hands around Amanda’s hips and then lifted her bodily on to the table, where he pushed her back until she was lying flat. Then he held her legs apart and started to fuck her in earnest. She began moaning loudly, but nobody at other tables heard anything over the din.
The stripper at Serena’s table had now turned his attention to Serena herself. Putting his hands down by her sides, he grabbed hold of her chair and lifted it off the floor, with her on it, as easily as he might have lifted just the chair alone. He turned around and placed it carefully on the raised platform, then he jumped up and dragged Serena and her chair into the middle of the stage. Serena looked rather worried, but she managed a half-hearted smile as she waved at her friends.
The other strippers took this as their cue to regroup. Brian pulled out of Amanda’s cunt, and then he and his fellow strippers returned to the stage with their suitcases. The dark-haired stripper, who seemed to be the leader, picked up a microphone and spoke into it: “Good evening ladies, and a very warm welcome to you from the Adonis Palace and from us, The Orion Quartet. We hope you’re having a nice evening so far…” He paused for the cheers and applause to die down. “We have here on stage a lovely young lady by the name of Serena, who is getting married this weekend. Let’s have a big hand for Serena!” There was more applause. “Now, Serena is about to enter the sacred institution of marriage, in which she’ll have to be a good little wife and a faithful companion and all that. But at the moment, she’s still single, she can still have a bit of fun, she’s still … a bachelorette!” He laughed as more applause resounded through the room. “So come on boys, let’s give Serena a night to remember!”
The music played again, and the four men danced around Serena, rubbing their huge penises against her and caressing every part of her body. She giggled and covered her eyes, clearly embarrassed but also apparently enjoying the attention. Two of the men crouched down and caressed up and down her bare legs, easing them apart so that Serena’s white panties were displayed to the audience. She shot a hand between her legs to cover herself, but then the dark-haired man sprayed some whipped cream on his cock and aimed it at her mouth. Her hand left her pussy as she leaned back and declined his generous offer with much head-shaking.
He was quite insistent, however, encouraging her with words that the audience could not hear, and putting his hand around the back of her head so she could not back away. Then he drew her head towards his cock, and as it brushed her lips, Serena reluctantly opened her mouth and let him push his erection inside. The audience cheered, clapped and whistled. Looking distinctly uncomfortable, Serena sucked the stripper’s penis while another of the men pulled up her top to expose her bra. It was apparently front-fastening – he popped it open and then pulled away the right cup to reveal a pretty but smallish breast. Fastening his lips around her nipple, he began to suck on it, while the stripper holding her left leg did the same for her left breast.
The remaining stripper, Brian, now pulled Serena’s bottom to the front edge of her chair, and, kneeling between her legs, he started rubbing the tip of his erection up and down the front of her panties. Serena seemed to struggle a little, but the men sucking her nipples were apparently also holding her arms in place, so there was little she could do. Then the man between her legs pulled her panties to one side, and began to push his penis between her labia. Serena pulled her mouth off the penis she was sucking, and squealed, but Brian slid his cock deep inside her, and her squeal turned into a moan. She was so distracted that she offered almost no resistance as her top and bra were pulled off together.
Next she was lifted bodily off her seat and held horizontally in the air with her legs wide apart while Brian began fucking her in earnest. After a minute or two he pulled out and another stripper – the shortest of the four, took his place and slid his own erection into Serena’s vagina. Then he slowly crouched down, puts his hands back on the floor, and lowered himself backwards until he was lying down on the stage. Serena was lowered with him, and soon she found herself straddling the stripper who was fucking her. He pulled her down to lie on top of him, and he started giving her a deep kiss, which she resisted at first … but only at first.
The lead stripper now pulled out of one of the suitcases a very large syringe, about eighteen inches long and two-and-a-half inches wide. He held it up for the audience to see, and they cheered, though a little uncertainly. The stripper now pulled out the plunger, held the syringe low with his finger over the narrow end, and stuck the tip of his penis into the large end. Then he peed, his golden urine streaming into the tube and gradually filling it up. Whether his bladder had contained the perfect amount, or else he had shut off the flow prematurely, but as he finished, the level of pee was within an inch of the top, leaving just room enough for the plunger to be inserted, which the man now did.
He bent down, pulled the back of Serena’s panties aside, and gently inserted the nozzle of the syringe into her anus. Serena jumped, but she was being held in place by the stripper beneath her. The lead stripper slowly pushed the plunger in, injecting his pee into Serena’s rectum. He paused halfway for a few seconds, and then he smoothly slid the plunger all the way to the end of the syringe. Serena squirmed, obviously unhappy about this, but she only resisted for a moment, and her struggles ceased entirely when the stripper beneath her kissed her again.
The syringe was withdrawn, and another stripper took it, pulled out the plunger, and peed into it. Once he had filled it, he carefully reinserted the plunger, crouched down, and pushed the nozzle back into Serena’s anus. Slowly and steadily he emptied the syringe into her bowels, causing her to squirm even more. He withdrew the syringe, then the stripper fucking Serena rolled over with her, so that she ended up beneath him. With a couple of powerful jerks he orgasmed, shooting his green semen deep inside her womb. Then he pulled out of her, and the lead stripper took his place. As he slid his erection into her, he held up the microphone and said, “So how are you feeling Serena?”
“Violated,” she replied. “And I badly need to poop!”
“Can’t you wait?” he asked, turning to wink at the laughing audience.
“No!” she exclaimed. “Thanks to you! I need to go now!”
“Then go,” he said, and he put the microphone down and kissed her on the lips as he started to fuck her.
She held on for maybe half a minute, but the pressure was unbearable, and eventually she just had to let go. A rush of fluid poured straight through her panties and on to the floor of the stage, while squishy lumps of poo forced out at the same time were caught by her panties and started to build up into a sizable bulge. Soon her panties were so full of poo that it was beginning to leak out around the edges.
The lead stripper pulled out of Serena’s vagina and very carefully removed her panties, taking care that they did not lose any of their contents as he eased them down her legs and over her feet. Then he placed them on the stage next to her bottom, with the pile of poo sitting on top. Another stripper placed the tip of his erection against Serena’s lips, and she opened her mouth and began to suck on it.
“Let’s see how much she can fit,” said the stripper into the microphone with a cheeky grin. He picked up a golf-ball-sized lump of poo and placed it at the opening of Serena’s vagina. Then he placed the tip of his penis against the poo, and pushed, forcing the lump of poo into her cunt. He slid his penis deep, pushing the poo right to the end of her vagina, and then he withdrew. He picked out another lump and held it up to the audience.
“Two!” yelled many of the women in the audience. The few who didn’t were staring in shock, obviously upset at the way things were going but unwilling to object as they realised they were in the minority.
The lead stripper slid the second lump of poo deep into Serena at the end of his huge cock. He picked up a third lump, held it up for the audience, fucked it into Serena’s cunt, then repeated the process again and again until the young woman’s vagina was so stuffed that the poo was oozing out as soon as he removed his penis. The nineteenth lump seemed a little harder than most of the others, and he slid it into her cunt only a little way, where it stayed put, acting as a plug.
Now he pushed Serena’s knees back either side of her chest, so that her bottom was rotated upwards, and he pushed his cock against her messy anus. This elicited a muffled squeak from Serena, but he forced her anus open as he thrust forward, burying himself in her rectum. This was the only way he could bury himself up to the hilt in her, since he was way too long for her cunt.
Serena felt rather ill as she continued to suck on the penis in her mouth. She knew that her cunt was now full of her poo, and the thought revolted her, even though it had not felt entirely unpleasant while it was happening. Now this horrible, huge, powerful man, with his huge, powerful penis, had taken her anal virginity, right here on the stage in front of all her friends and colleagues, not to mention her two sisters and her mother, who were even now clapping and cheering right at the front of the audience.
All four strippers took their turn fucking her anus, and then they all masturbated over her until they came. When they did, it was as if they were peeing green fluid – the vile substance poured from their penises over her face and breasts and belly and pussy. She wiped her face clean, but when she opened her eyes she saw a penis approaching her face. Almost instinctively she opened her mouth, and the stripper slid his cock between her lips and then released the last cupful of semen which he had been holding back. Involuntarily, Serena swallowed it.
Three of the strippers rubbed their semen all over Serena’s body, up and down her arms and legs, over her breasts, into her labia and clitoris, and on her buttocks. The fourth, meanwhile, was squatting over Serena’s panties, laying his own large, long poo on top of what remained of her own.
They helped her to her feet, and then held out her panties so that she could step into them. The stripper’s poo was lying along the gusset and extending from almost the waistband at the front all the way to the pile of her own poo at the back. Serena, looking down, though it was all hers, and was amazed at how much there was, given that her cunt was now packed very full of it too. The strippers pulled her panties up her legs, right up to her crotch, and the long poo settled between her labia and was squished against her clit.
Then they put her skirt back on, followed by her bra and her top. The lead stripper spoke into the microphone: “Well, what a great sport Serena is. Her husband-to-be is a lucky man! Let’s hear it … for Serena!”
There was thunderous applause as Serena rather bow-leggedly made her way back to her seat. As she sat down, the poo in her panties squishing into her pussy and against her anus, her mother leaned over to her and said, “Well done dear – that was quite a show!”
Serena smiled ruefully. “I didn’t want all that, Mom – I was practically raped up there!”
“And you coped with it very well,” said her mother, patting her arm affectionately. “I’m proud of you.”
Serena sighed, and slumped in her chair. Her bottom slid forward a little, causing her panties to move against her skin, which in turn caused the stripper’s poo to slide back against her clitoris. A tingle of electricity emanating from her groin made her shiver. She eased her bottom back a little, and then forward again, causing the poo to rub her clit some more. This felt delightful, so she continued to rock back and forth in her seat as the strippers packed their things away and left the stage, waving at the women in the audience before they disappeared.
“Are you all right dear?” asked Serena’s mother in concern.
Serena nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. “Yes … yes … oh YES … oh YES I’M GOING TO … OOOOOHHHH!!!!” Her orgasm shook her whole body – for a full minute she bucked and spasmed in wild pleasure, finally subsiding limply in a sweat, flushed and panting.
“Wow that was some orgasm!” exclaimed Jackie, her sister.
“Yeah,” agreed Serena breathlessly. “I can’t believe how amazing it feels to have poop in my panties. Now I understand why Sam likes it so much.”
“Really?” inquired Jackie. “It feels that good?”
“Yes,” said Serena. “You should try it.”
“Okay,” said Jackie. “Maybe I will.” She lifted her bottom off her chair and strained…
The boys, finally, were getting bored with fucking Laura. There were only eight of them left now – the others had gone home to fuck their girlfriends, sisters or mothers. Now one of the boys said, “It’s getting late. Let’s get out of here.”
There was a murmur of agreement, and, leaving the semi-conscious Laura lying in a three-inch-deep puddle of green semen, they left the gym. One of them switched off the lights, plunging Laura into darkness. She tried to move, but couldn’t – she was too weak. Her anus and vagina were gaping open, her rectum and vagina flooded with semen. She realised she would have to lie here until someone came by tomorrow … and then no doubt her ordeal would continue.
But a sound of footsteps made her right ear, which was not submerged as her head was tilted to the left, prick up in hope. She tried to speak, but her voice had gone. The footsteps approached, the “tap, tap” turning into “splash, splash”, and then she saw a dark figure standing over her. It stooped, and started scooping handfuls of semen over her body, rubbing it into her breasts, pussy, and heavily pregnant belly.
“Whoever you are,” Laura managed to whisper, “do whatever you want with me … only … please take me home afterwards.”
“Whatever I want?” came a whispered answer. “I can do anything? Anything at all to you? You promise?”
“Anything,” whispered Laura. “I promise.” She really was beyond caring at this point.
The dark figure continued to wash her entire body with semen. “Then I’ll tell you what I really want to do to you,” came the whisper. “I want to take you home, put you to bed, and make love with you until we fall asleep.”
A sudden hope filled Laura. “Danny?” she whispered.
“The very same,” said Danny. “Come here baby, let’s get you out of here.”
Laura burst into tears. “Oh Danny,” she sobbed, “I’m so happy you’re here. What time is it?”
“It’s nearly eleven o’clock,” he said. “High time you were home and in bed.”
He reached beneath her and lifted her up. She was completely limp and helpless, a deadweight in his arms; he carried her out to his car and put her, still naked and covered in green ejaculate, in the passenger seat. Then he got into the other side and drove her home.
Two men in black suits were waiting for Sam as she and her friends left the Adonis Palace. “Samantha Potter?” said one of them.
Sam put her hands together over her string-cleaved pussy. “Yes?” she replied.
“Come with us, please,” said one of the men, holding out a badge. “We’re from the CIA. I’m agent Carlson and this is agent Parks.”
“The CIA?” said Sam in alarm. “Why? What have I done?”
“We just want to ask you some questions,” said the man.
“All right,” said Sam, looking worried. She stepped towards the men’s black minivan.
Erin grabbed her hand. “If she’s going, I’m coming too.”
“That won’t be necessary,” said the man. “Miss Potter, please … into the car.”
He held the door open and she got in, feeling extremely nervous. As she sat down, she noticed that there was a man sitting across from her. His face was in shadow, but when he leaned forward, she gasped – there was no mistaking that face. “Mr … President?” she said.
President Woodridge wore a stony look as he stared at Sam. “What has happened to my daughter?” he demanded. “I know you know, so don’t look so puzzled.” He gripped her by the shoulders. “Tell me!”
Agent Carlson had climbed in and was sitting down next to the president. “Mr President sir, I advise against touching the suspect.”
The president ignored him. “Tell me!” he insisted.
Sam was terrified. “Tell you what?” she asked. “I don’t know what happened to your daughter! At least I don’t know exactly … but Mr President, I could hazard a guess, but it would sound so … ridiculous! You wouldn’t believe me!”
“Miss Potter, I’ve seen things today and yesterday that make me doubt my sanity. I don’t suppose there’s much you could tell me that I would dismiss out of hand, however incredible it may seem. If you know something, for God’s sake tell me!”
“Okay,” said Sam, “I’ll tell you everything I know – and I do know a lot. But first let me just tell my girlfriend that I’m okay. She’ll be worried sick otherwise.”
“Bring her along if you like. Especially if she’s involved,” said the president. “Maybe she too can help us get some answers.”
“Uh, I don’t really want her involved…” began Sam, but agent Carlson had already got out of the car. He returned a moment later with Erin, who quickly sat down next to Sam, looking rather frightened. Then she clutched Sam’s arm.
“Sam!” she whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s the pres…”
“Shh! I know,” said Sam. “He wants us to explain what happened to Kimberly.”
“Not here though,” said the president. “I have rooms in a hotel nearby. We’ll talk there.”
After a short drive, they found themselves walking into a sumptuous hotel, where the staff and most of the guests stared at their tiny outfits with looks of derision, except for one female guest who was wearing a very see-through dress with nothing on underneath.
Up in the presidential suite, the president asked the CIA agents to leave him alone with Sam and Erin. They protested, but he insisted. And so Sam found herself being poured a drink by the president of the United States … a very surreal experience.
“Okay,” he said, “so talk!”
Sam took a deep breath, and then she told him everything that had happened to her in the last ten days. Well, almost everything. She left out a few parts, including the part about her opening up a gateway in Kimberly’s school, though she feared that she was only here because someone had spotted her there. Or had she perhaps been captured on a security camera?
She cleared her throat. “I’m curious, sir – how did you know that I was involved at the start of this thing?”
The president got to his feet and crossed to the window. “The CIA have been investigating the source of all this strange behaviour, this … mass hysteria, if you will … and they’ve traced it all back to you. Eventually they found out about Laura giving birth to strange slug-like creatures at her school, and then they talked to her parents. And yours, of course,” he added, nodding towards Erin. He scratched his chin. “Now we have to figure out what to do about all this.” Then his face coloured. “And I want my daughter back!” he said angrily. “I don’t even recognise this girl who came home yesterday! She’s…” He threw up his hands in despair. “She’s a slut, is how I can only describe her right now. A slut who poops in her panties and attempts to seduce me at every turn. Now what the hell kind of a daughter does that?” He crossed over to Sam and Erin, his look almost pleading. “Tell me how I can get her back the way she was.”
Sam sighed. “I think there’s only one person who can do anything about that,” she said.
“And who’s that? How do I find this person?” demanded the president.
“Mordelus,” said Sam.
“The demon you were telling me about? The one who raped you and turned Erin into a … a thing with six breasts?”
“The very same,” said Sam. “He seems to have the power to make those kinds of deals. But he’d want something in return.”
“How do I meet him?” asked the president. “How do I talk to him?”
“I don’t think you can,” said Sam. “I think I’ll have to do it.”
“Then do it!” he said. “Summon him! Perform whatever incantation you need to do.”
Sam shrugged. “I think I just need to go to sleep. I’ve only met him in my nightmares.”
“Uh, Sam,” said Erin. “Didn’t Mordelus promise you that you wouldn’t have any more nightmares?”
“Oh, good point,” said Sam.
“What’s that?” asked the president. “You don’t think you’ll be able to talk to him? But you must!”
“She can’t,” said Erin. “But I can. And I’ll give it my best shot.”
“Good!” said the president. “Thank you Erin. So, do you think you could fall asleep right away? Do you want some sleeping pills?”
“They might prevent me from dreaming,” said Erin. “But I’m pretty tired – I should be able to get to sleep pretty quickly.”
“Then by all means do so. Climb into my bed if that’ll help. I won’t need it myself – I’ll be getting no sleep tonight.”
So Erin climbed into bed, and Sam and the president kept watch as Erin tried to fall asleep. In just half an hour, her breathing was slow and deep – she was fast asleep. For a while nothing happened, but then she began to moan, and toss and turn. A wisp of smoke curled up from the wallpaper, and a slender black line began to snake its way up the wall behind the bed.
“Uh-oh,” said Sam. “She’s opening a gateway.”
President Woodridge jumped to his feet. “Should we wake her up?”
“Not if you want your daughter back,” said Sam. “I suggest we all just go to bed and see what Erin tells us in the morning. She should have an answer by then I would think.”
The president looked at his watch. “If you think that’s best,” he said. “You’d better climb in next to Erin. I’ll be in the next room. I’ll get an agent to guard your room, so don’t even think about trying anything.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” said Sam.
He left her alone and went next door, where, in spite of his earlier words, he fell into an uneasy sleep. Sam cleaned up her still-mucky bottom in the bathroom, then she brushed her teeth with what she guessed must be the president’s toothbrush … or at least one of them. Perhaps he had another in the next room – at any rate he did not come back to claim it. She stripped naked and then crawled into bed next to Erin.
She was almost asleep when suddenly a contraction hit. She froze in fear. What a time to give birth, with the president of the United States just next door! She bit her lip and tried to hold it in, but it was no use – she was giving birth whether she liked it or not. Gritting her teeth, she spread her legs wide and winced in pain as her vagina was forced obscenely wide open by the monstrous poo that began to emerge.
For the next half hour, she pushed out more and more of this disgusting object, until finally it was over and she collapsed, panting, back on to her pillow. The giant poo burst open and hundreds of the green leech-creatures emerged, but Sam ignored them. Exhausted, she sank quickly into a deep sleep, devoid of nightmares. She did not even awaken on the numerous occasions when she defecated.
The leeches explored everywhere, slithering through the narrowest cracks and into vents and down plugholes, looking for other rooms and other hosts. Several found their way into the president’s room, where one of them slithered into his ear while he slept…
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