Science Class
#2 of The Troubles at Beverly College
OH MY, IS THIS A PLOT I SEE?
MAYBE IT IS...YOU'LL JUST
HAVE TO READ!
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It was the nineteenth of January, and the blistering cold outside was enough to persuade me to wear a jacket. The book I held in my hands was Biology II, and was the
most complected, unnecessary book that I had ever owned.As I strolled into the main cluster of buildings in the dingy property of Beverly College, I checked through the messenger bag that was hanging at my side. "Hey, Katie!" Said Rob, my boyfriend, I waved and smiled. He winked back.
I went into my first class. It was a voluntary class taught by an eccentric teacher named "Mr. Broker." Beverly College was a place where, in all the voluntary classes had something to do with anything that broke a social taboo. Mr. Broker's science class was no exception. "Hello, class." He said, a grin on his face. "Today we're going to learn how to make the male penis grow enough to pleasure all you girls.
The continuing class was about mixing some kind of potion that would increase blood flow to the penis. Some sick guy had actually volunteered to be a test subject. Well, all the girls in the class gave this guy hand jobs until he was at least twelve inches, and that was the end of it. Off to my other classes.
After math, social sciences, algebra III, and other meaningless classes that would never come in handy, I decided to retire. On my way to my dorm, I heard the strangest thing..."Hey, Broker, get over here." I heard my math teacher yell.
"What's up, Groningham?" Mr. Broker said.
"D'jou manage to get those bitches under sedation?" Said Mr. Groningham.
"Damn right," Said Mr. Broker, "Sent 'em off to INEX a couple hours ago."
"Good." Said Mr. Groningham, "That means we don't have to get caught like last time."
"Yeah, nothing like people asking why you have a bunch of sluts on medical beds in school...I mean, transporting students is rather hard."
"Yeah, Broker...I actually fucked one a couple days ago."
I ran away, fear in my gut. INEX? Sluts? Students? Rape? The questions circled in my head all the way until I got to my computer. I brought up Searcher, the most popular search engine at the time, and looked for "INEX." All kinds of links came up, some talking about illegal experimentation, government conspiracies, and murder.
I'm a smart girl. I put two and two together, and figured that the teachers were kidnapping students and sending them to INEX...but what for...? I went to the INEX website, and looked at the "Current Projects" tab. OF COURSE! It all made sense when I saw one experiment, concerning the sexual reactions of furries of the college age group. I had to let people know, to expose this. I wrote all I could down on a sticky note.
TEACHERS KIDNAPPING STUDENTS
SENDING TO INEX
INEX PERFORMING SEX EXPERIMENTS
MUST EXPOSE!!!!!
I decided to call a news company. I grabbed my cell phone, and put in 372-555-3856. It was the number for the local paper company, the Beverly Times. "Hello?"
Said a voice on the other end of the line. "Hi, I'm here to talk about an illegal operation that's happening at my school."
Suddenly, an extremely high pitched whine came out of the phone, harming my large mouse ears. I screamed and closed the phone. I had to tell someone! I began to run out of my dorm, but when I opened the door, I saw my science class teacher standing there, a syringe in his hand. "Brace yourself." he said, and the syringe went into my body.
When I awoke, everything was groggy. I was laying on a table, with bounds at my hands and feet. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I heard a voice. It sounded echoey and far away. "Ah, our little goose is awake." I heard Mr. Broker say. "Looks like we'll find a use for her."
I felt rustling around my body, and two people...I'm guessing Mr. Broker and Mr. Groningham, were on top of me. "Well, bitch," I heard Mr. Groningham say, "Get ready for our cocks!"
Two dicks plunged into my body. One was tearing open my virgin pussy, and the other one was dominating my mouth and throat.
I had no choice but to moan, the pre that was leaking from all around me having it's amazing salty taste. I wanted to leave, to warn everyone, but I knew that wouldn't happen. Too many cocks inside me, one was enough. I didn't want this, but it felt so good! I felt horrified and aroused at the same time. The cock in my mouth was throbbing with anticipation, and the one in my pussy was getting ready to cum. I braced myself, and felt my juices running down the sides of my hole.
Suddenly, I felt the tearing of a knife go through my soft underbelly. I screamed through the huge, throbbing cock in my mouth, and felt someone stabbing, stabbing, stabbing at my inner bits. Slashing at my crimson blood, they seemed not to care. They both continued to fuck me, until a steaming shot of cum went into my pussy. I screamed in pleasure and pain as it went straight out of a cut, and ended up in between my breasts.
Someone cut off my right leg.
OH FUCK! OH FUCK! THE PAIN!!!!! It felt so horrible, it was like having someone seduce you and murder you at the same time...Which was, in a sense, what was happening now. I felt a burst of seed come from the cock in my mouth, which traveled down into my open stomach. I felt someone slit my throat, and knew it was all over.