This choice: Your school, Nobody goes there after hours anyway • Go Back...Chapter #3Your school, Nobody goes there after hours anyway by: Goodgulf   Heading to your college you pass.... things. From the corner of your eye you see a huge Venus flytrap reaches out of a hedge and devolves a dag. At least you hope it was a dog and something small with two legs. Some people try fighting back - but they don't seem to last long.
The world seemed to be dissolving in to chaos. She saw a cop, a man in his mid 40s with a bit of a gut on him, grabbing a well dressed woman, slapping cuffs on her, and dragging her away. The cop was ranting about "Where's your civilian review panel now" as he ripped at her dress. You don't know if that cop will survive the night, but the perv was using might makes right to enjoy what might be his last night on Earth.
Most of the things were staying in shadows. You aren't quite sure what most of them are. Or maybe your mind is unwilling to accept what you are seeing. You couldn't have seen a swarm of snakes crawling over a naked man, with snakes eating his genitals while others slithered into his mouth and up his ass. You know you couldn't see that.
Reaching your college you charge into the first building you can. You like the sound of the door closing behind you. You don't like that it's a glass door in a glass foyer. Going through the inner doors, you try to get solid walls between you and the monsters. As you calm down you realise that you're in one of this history buildings, a mix of classrooms and displays. You vaguely remember some sort of contest, something about students building displays and the winning displays ending up in the city's museum. Some students had taken it seriously while others built prank displays. One of them had been pulled because it showed a realistic version of Pocahontas - and she was too young to be doing naked cartwheels.
Turning a corner, you shudder at a horrific sight. Girls bending over old fashioned school desks, with their underwear showing, while men held canes above them, ready to cane. Then you feel silly when you notice that no one is moving. Walking closer, you can see that they're just manikins. That this is a display about the history of beating schoolgirls, or something like that. Just another one of the joke displays.
A voice sounds behind you.
"I wonder if they were really caned that way."
You scream and turn around to see a man in his mid 20s. He's tall with dark hair and handsome. You melt a little inside. If you survive the night this will be the high point.
He laughs apologetically.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Mel. No last name, just Mel."
You smile at him. You start to twirl your hair around your pinkie.
"I'm Mindy. I go to college here and, um, this seemed a safe place. That nothing will eat me here."
Mel smiled.
"I'm not worried about being eaten tonight." Mel replied. "Have you ever done that?"
You look at where Mel is pointing and wonder if he's as hot as you think he is. Mel was pointing to one of the girls bending over a desk, waiting to be caned.
"Um, maybe some light spanking, but not caning."
Mel laughed.
"I meant set up a display like this." Mel clarified. "But I'll keep the spanking thing in mind."
You blush over your mistake.
"But let's find someplace where we can curl up and cuddle through this weird night." Mel suggested.
You smile and nod. Mel puts his arm around your shoulder in a comforting gesture and somehow his hand brushes against your right breast. As you walk with him, his hand brushes against it several times, maybe not by accident. Far from offended, you kind of move his hand so it's touching your breast.
While Mindy was focusing on moving that hand so it could grope her, she didn't notice a 20 foot crocodile in a corridor they were crossing. Mel did more than notice the creature; he stared at it while mouthing "she is mine". The crocodile quickly backed away.
You smile as Mel's hand slips down your body to rest on your bum, giving it a good squeeze.
Mel stopped in front of a display room.
"Let's go in there." Mel suggests, giving your bum a few pats. "There might be a couch in there. Someplace for us to cuddle."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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