The Door

“What do you mean the fucking door won’t open!?"

Emma tried locking and unlocking the door again. The handle was turning, but when she pushed, the door held fast. “I don’t know what’s wrong. It worked perfectly fine when we let Gemma in.”

Heather put her ear against the door. She could hear gagging on the other side. That could mean only one thing. Gemma was sucking his cock. The plan was for them to bust in before Gemma ever had to touch Mr. Edwards dirty dick. She had promised Kathy that she would watch after Gemma. She failed.

Melanie was nearly frantic. Gemma was alone with that creep and he thought she really wanted sex. Melanie had to help her. This could ruin the poor girl, Kathy's plan, and her promotion. Worse, it could destroy Kathy's trust in her. This whole plan had been Melanie's idea. “Fuck! What do we do? We have to get in there and stop him. We have to save her.”

Her question was made all the more urgent by a scream on the other side of the door.

"Watch the teeth slut. A little whore like you should know better."

Roger Edwards slammed Gemma's head down on his cock and held it there. The sound of the teasing whore gagging on his dick was music to his ears. "Yeah bitch, take my dick deep. I bet no one has ever been this deep down your neck before."

Gemma would laugh if everything happening wasn't so horrifying. Caleb's cock was longer and thicker. It had been a real challenge to even get it in her mouth when Caleb cured her severe acne. But Angie had been there to guide her, and Caleb had been kind and gentle and patient with her. By the time Caleb's cock was hitting the back of her throat, she was calm even when his huge dick cut off her ability to breathe.

Mr. Edwards dick couldn't come close to measuring up to Caleb's magnificence. But he was violent, and even though it was much smaller, it was still long enough to hit the back of her throat. Everything was happening so fast.

Gemma was supposed to flirt with him and maybe get him to start undressing. She thought she might have to kiss him. She didn't think he would get naked so quickly, or that he would go straight to a blowjob.

He let her up for a second. She gasped for air around his dick, then she heard him mutter, "Fucking teasing whores should all get what they deserve. Mrs. Fulton, Ms. Reed, Ms. Blossom, and that fucking whore Priestess. All they are are a bunch of cock teases. But they'll get theirs. I'm gonna fuck 'em all. Starting with this little slut right here."

He yanked Gemma up by her hair and flipped her around on the bed. She screamed as he ripped her panties from her body.

As he lay his body across hers he whispered, "Is that your boyfriend at the door slut? Is he upset that you're in here about to get the fucking of your life? Well too fucking bad. I added a hidden deadbolt to the lock when I stole the keys. If it's locked from this side, it will only open from this side."

Gemma had ****. She began to fight back, she had to protect her kitty from his dirty dick. But Roger Edwards was much bigger than she was. It was a struggle with only one possible outcome.

Heather ran her claws down the door. It was solid sturdy wood. It had to be in this age of active shooter drills. There was no way to get inside. The room had no windows, and the air vent was far too small for even a tiny woman to get through.

Melanie seemed to come out of her panic. She turned to Heather and Emma and said, "I'll go and get Officer Boyd. He'll know what to do."

Fat lot of good that would do. The school's resource officer wasn't even armed. But Heather knew someone that was. And they were close by. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her keys. The little stick she had been given was only to be used in an emergency. Well Gemma getting **** was a fucking emergency. She popped the tip off the little stick and pressed the red button on the inside.

Kathy felt odd. Something wasn't right about her painting, but she couldn't figure out what. She was nearly done with it. She had been working on painting the flower garden in the Pit for a week now. It was for a major grade in the class, and up until today, she thought it was perfect. But now she felt... afraid. Like her painting was... hurting.

She closed her eyes and tried to shake off the feeling. But even with her eyes closed she could still feel it. It was faint, but it was there. Her scalp. Her arms. One leg. All over her body she began to feel pain. But it wasn't her pain. With sudden realization she knew. The pain was coming from her harem link. Then she felt a pain she had never felt before. A pain in her groin.

Her eyes snapped open and she screamed, "No! Gemma!"

She was out the door running as fast as she could before most of the class had time to look up.

April sat in her armored SUV reading a book on the history of blade weapons and their fighting techniques. It was a fascinating book and she made a mental note to thank Captain Keeting, the Lotus Sister commander, for recommending it.

She was reading about sword tactics in the middle ages. She wasn't surprised that Hollywood was wrong as usual. Movies would have you believe that long swords were swung around willy-nilly or smacked against each other blade to blade, but that wasn't even close to accurate. A long sword was used more like a staff with a blade on the end. That was why the Scottish Claymore wasn't sharpened at the base and the base was often wrapped in leather. It was a place to put your hand for better leverage. And the handle had a hard metal pommel so it can be bashed against any opening in the enemy's defense. Fascinating.

The alarm on her dashboard began to scream. The book flew into the back seat as she grabbed the GPS unit in the seat beside her. Someone inside the school had hit their panic button. She went out the door of the SUV. She hadn't gotten a good parking spot today so she had a bit of a run. She still managed to beat the Lotus Sisters to the entrance. Their van hopped the curb and four of them came out with guns up. April knew another group would be entering the school from the other side.

"Follow me! Math Hall!" was all she said as she looked down at the GPS and ran into the building, the comforting weight of her pistol in her other hand. The panic button was registering at the end of the Math hall at an intersection with the Main hall and English hall. The Lotus Sisters would coordinate with each other. They weren't her responsibility. She took a right and ran past the cafeteria. She had been in student parking and the Math hall was near the offices.

April had spent an hour each day studying the school layout and figuring out the safest egress paths from any point in the school. She was halfway to her destination before she fully registered where the panic button was. That was the room set aside for Caleb's use. She gripped her pistol tighter. If anything happened to her master...

She turned the corner and found Heather and a teacher that looked vaguely familiar outside of Caleb's servicing room. Coming from the other direction was the other Lotus Sister team, the school Principal, and a fat out of shape cop.

They reached the door around the same time. Heather screeched, "We can't get the door open. Gemma's in there. She's being ****!"

One of the Lotus Sisters called, "Breaching charge! Everyone get back! We'll have it open in twenty seconds!"

"EVERYBODY MOOOOOOOOOVE!"

April spun on her heels, her finger moved a millimeter towards her trigger and her gun came up before she saw who yelled.

Kathy came running down the main hallway. April had never seen her so beautiful, spoiled only by a look of pure rage upon her face. Her hair created a fiery brunette halo behind her. Her breasts bounced wildly with each step. Her dress fluttered in the wind of her passage.

And then April saw the balls of magical energy in her hands. Kathy was casting powerful spells as she ran. Kathy raised one glowing hand and slashed it through the air.

April felt like a hurricane hit her, flinging her and everyone else against the wall away from the service room door.

Kathy ran past the confused crowd, her other hand balled in a fist, glowing a fiery red. Then she punched the door to the servicing room.

The explosion that followed sounded like a cannon, echoing down the halls. The entire door and part of the wall burst into splinters and rubble, flying into the room. Kathy didn't even slow down as she followed the aftermath of her destruction spell inside.

Dust billowed out of the hole in the wall. April took a deep breath and followed Kathy, her gun raised.

Through the cloud of dust April saw the room was a total mess. Wood splinters and rubble and bits of blood were strewn everywhere. Chunks of wood as small as toothpicks and as big as her fist were embedded in the walls alongside a few bits of metal here and there.

When the dust settled enough for April to see clearly, she found Kathy beside what was once a bed, cradling Gemma in her arms, cooing to her, "It's okay now Gemma. Go to sleep. You're safe now. Go to sleep."

As tears ran down Kathy's cheeks, her hand glowed above Gemma's forehead. April watched as Gemma's eyes closed and Kathy held her tight. April noted that there wasn't a scratch on Gemma, yet the room was completely destroyed. She looked around for the source of the blood. It didn't take her long to find it.

In contrast to Gemma, Roger Edwards looked like a pin cushion. Every side of his body had splinters and pieces of the wall embedded in it.

April bent down and checked his pulse. He was alive. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad one. She didn't want his **** on Kathy's conscience, but the man had been **** that poor girl.

When April guided Kathy out of the room, Gemma still cradled in Kathy's arms, the looks of shock on the faces of the women around them was almost funny. She noted that teachers were looking down the halls from their classroom doors. They didn't seem to want to get any closer to the armed Lotus Sisters. Most of them poked their heads back into their classrooms.

Melanie's mouth was gaping like a fish. She tried to speak but she couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Heather sighed and said, "Kathy... Your secrets out now..."

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