You don't know how long you've been in this damnable school for, you awoke within it to the sound of wailing sirens, and faded plaques and signs all around told you only that it was called Midwich Elementary. An endless downpour of rain chills you to the bone., and thunder seems to know the best possible time to boom while the lighting twist the shadows of those horrible, breathing piles of flesh that dot the halls just right. Time never seemed to make sense in these trials, at least the ones you'd dare to recall. And this one you've sworn to do all that you can to forget, provided you make it out alive.
For amidst the storm and grotesque masses of flesh, the laughing 'Doctor' that stalks the halls is by far the most horrible thing you've come across in your trials. His heavy footfalls are only matched by the sound of his prod crackling with electricity, but worst of all is how he's somehow able to control this electricity of his. Over the course of the trial, you've become intimately familiar with this shock. A white hot pain sears through you, causing your muscles to clench and relax in rapid fire, and most agonizing of all, you feel something take root in your frying mind.
Even now, you struggle to work the generator. You had grown sick of wandering the halls with that monster stalking them, and had taken to attempting to fix this one in what resembled the courtyard. It was open, but you could not think of reason to care, or even answer to your fear screaming at how exposed you were, it as if your cognitive functions had slowed. The generator suddenly sparks with power, amidst the aching in your muscles and exhaustion in your mind, you feel a ray of hope swell within you. But this is quickly dashed as you look up and see its light is not activating, and before you can even question it, the machine erupts with a loud bang.
You curse as you flinch back, feeling the emanating hot sparks brush you skin as your ears begin to ring. You quickly rise to your feet and take a step back, even in your state, you know it's time to go find another generator to work with.
That's when you bump into something behind you. Something large. A gloved hand touches your shoulder, and it's over. You feel the same, agonizing heat run through your body as it lashes against your skin, how you remained standing is a miracle. You hear that all too familiar laugh, as something takes a deeper root in your mind, but you have little time to concern yourself over that, you simply sprint into a nearby entrance of the school.
Daring to look back, you see The Doctor simply standing there, his forced grin and ever unblinking eyes simply watching you. As you face back ahead of you, you're greeted with another sight of The Doctor, standing against the lockers before, with that same grin.
You slip on your mud soaked shoes, collapsing to the floor. Getting yourself up and looking back at the entrance, you see The Doctor now walking towards you, as another of him pops up beside him only to quickly disappear. The bastard was enjoying whatever he's done to your mind. You feel something well within you as make a left and run, heading up the stairs.
You turn a corner, and he is there. You pass empty classrooms, he watches you in the windows. The thunder sounds like the electricity from his prod and the lighting makes the shadows look like his. It might've all just been hallucinations, but they all felt very real to you. As you stand, exposed in a hallway, you turn to the sound of footfalls, his footfalls, just around the corner. You can't take it anymore. Having rapidly built up within you, you recognize it now irresistible urge to scream.
You feel your lungs fill with air on their own accord, your diaphragm expands, and your throat prepares itself.
A warm hand covers your mouth, and a gentle voice shushes you. It relaxes you, though only somewhat. You cautiously turn your head, and while a hallucination of The Doctor catches the corner of your eye, what fills your sight sparks enough hope within you to ignore it.
A survivor. You had honestly forgotent you were with anyone else in this school. Granted it didn't help that one had been sacrificed to the entity early on, but you were surprised you hadn't encountered the other two yet. You recognized the one standing before you, Cheryl Mason. Her short blond hair, white vest, and brownish skirt complement by her boots. She looked at you with a compassion not many other survivors could match.
Wordlessly, she put her finger to her mouth, and suddenly you were aware of the heavy footfalls of The Doctor growing louder. Putting your cold, clammy, and twitching hand in her warm, gentle, but firm grasp, she silently guided you down the hall.
It was as if she knew the school like the back of, well, her hand, and through some quick turns, going down one flight of stairs and up another, you were standing before a boarded up door. Cheryl undid her vest ever so slightly, and reached within to grab a key, as she did, you caught her gaze flick to you briefly, but albeit…coyly. As she began working the lock, you couldn't help but look around. During your brief travels with her, hallucinations of The Doctor followed, each time building a further urge to scream, but each time Cheryl would squeeze your hand ever so slightly, and you would feel a slight rush of calm, just holding you back.
The sudden click of the lock echoed throughout the halls, and above you began to hear footfalls bang across floor, were they any harder you feared The Doctor would fall through. He was getting desperate to find you. Your heart raced as the urge to scream was beginning to build up again
You feel Cheryl's hand clasp yours as you faced her, she was standing before the door, but hadn't opened it.
"I need you to close your eyes and just trust me, okay?" She asked.
Her voice firm, but soothing. You nodded, and let darkness cover your vision. She gently pulled out into the room, quietly closing the door behind her, but not locking it. You felt her warmth breath in front of you, her hands brushing against you, examining your body.
"He got you good, didn't he?" She asked.
You nodded, fearing to open your mouth lest you scream. You could still hear The Doctor stomping above, and it was causing you to shake. You began opening your eyes.
"Don't open your eyes just yet." You clamped them shut at Cheryl's command, "I don't know how, but he's able to track you through your hallucinations, but so long as you can't see them, he won't be able to see you. All you need to do is snap out of it. Just relax, and focus on what we're here to do: escape with our lives."
You tried to relax, but while you could unclench your eyes at least, the rest of your body still felt stiff with fear and The Doctor's damn electricity. Cheryl put a hand to your chest, feeling your pounding heart.
"Okay, Plan B then. Again, just relax, and don't open your eyes."
From the presence of her breath, you felt her move down to your waist, quickly undoing your belt. You swear that every sound was amplified, the jingling of belt, the rustling of your pants, Cheryl swearing under her breath as she realized your belt was on too tight to pull your pants down. You felt the rings of fabric around your pants rustle as she pulled the belt away.
Then a loud bang as The Doctor kicked in a nearby door.
And the cling as your metal buckle met the tiled school floor.
You nearly opened your mouth to shout, but Cheryl was back up, and you felt her lips meet yours in a kiss. It was so warm. Warmer still was her hand going down your chest, rubbing against the bulge in your boxers. She kissed your neck, raised your shirt and dotted your chest with kisses, you felt your body relaxing, truly relaxing. Well, except your cock, that thing had gotten stiff enough to where you were certain you wouldn't have been able to put your pants back up even if you wanted too. You internally chuckled at the thought of running from The Doctor in just your shirt and underwear with a very prominent erection. Would the shock make it somehow stiffer?
Guess whatever Cheryl was doing was working, since that was the first time you thought of The Doctor in a non-terrified light.
But that could wait, as you felt her pull your boxer down, and your cock spring out, eager to be serviced.
"If I could, I would so let out a whistle right now. This thing is nice." You heard Cheryl whisper.
As if on cue, The Doctor kicked in another door, growling in anger as he did. Though still fearful, you wouldn't mind taking a swing at his shit eating face on the off chance he interrupted this.
Then you felt Cheryl wrap her lips around your cock, and gently bob her head at your base. One hand stroked your cock, the other lovingly rubbing your waist. You now felt an urge, not to scream, but to moan. Cheryl bobbed her head faster, taking in more of your shaft as she did, occasionally stopping to roll her tongue around or pull back and kiss the head while she stroked your shaft.
You couldn't help yourself, you let out a moan, not caring that The Doctor kicked another door, albeit one slightly farther away.
Cheryl chuckled, "I think you can open your eyes now."
You did, and before you stood a rather intact, and more importantly, enclosed class room. Looking down, you saw Cheryl looking up, smiling a warm, coy smile. She then took your entire shaft into her mouth, tip to base, bopping for a few seconds until you couldn't hold it in anymore.
You arched your back against the wall, gripping Cheryl's head, your hands no longer shaking, as you thrust your cock and flood her throat with your seed. She takes it like a champ, only coughing slightly as she pulls away from your softening cock.
Clearing her throat, she chuckles, "Better to cough down a baby than cough one up." She notes your quizzical expression. "It's…a long story."
Cheryl the stands up, "I think you're good now. Care to return the favor?" She asked.
You looked on as she opened her vest, letting it drop to the ground, revealing she wore nothing underneath other than a necklace that held the key to the door. With one hand, she cupped her breast, her erect, pink nipples poking out from between her fingers, and with the other she raised her skirt. Again, there was nothing underneath, just a trimmed pussy that even in this light you could tell was wet.
You quickly removed your boxers and shirt as she turned around, bending over as she removed her skirt and boots, giving you a good view of her ass and pussy from behind. You followed, as if hypnotized by her curves to the front of the classroom where a desk resided.
No words were exchanged as she leaned back against the desk, welcoming your passionate kiss and embrace. She let out a breath as you kissed down her neck, which turned into almost like a pant as you kissed and sucked on her breasts. Then it turned to full on moaning as you fingered her, enjoying how warm and wet she was.
Her wet noises echoed in the classroom, beaten only by her moans. Perhaps the Doctor would've heard them had he not been kicking in doors, banging lockers, letting loose volts of electricity, and shouting in frustration.
Pulling out your fingers, you tasted her, and decided you wanted more. Cheryl could see that want in your eyes.
"Please don't. He might hear us."
With the grin she wore, that was hardly a plea, and more like a dare. One you were happy to oblige.
While you did take a moment to kiss her thighs, no time was wasted diving in with your tongue and truly enjoying her taste. While one on your hands held on to her waist, the other's was against her abdomen, your thumb making circles around her clit. A hand gripped the back of your head, in contrasts with her other gentle grasps, this one was firm, and tight. Though she always thought of others' needs, she needed this. And you were happy to give it to her.
You heard her moan loudly as her backed arched and she coated your tongue with more of her juices. You looked up at her, and she at you. Both you knew what the other wanted. Needed. Sitting up against the desk, legs spread open and inviting, you approached. Cheryl wraps her arms around you, you guide your stiffen cock to her entrance, and look deep into her eyes. This would be pretty romantic…had it not been for The Doctor's rage becoming more and more apparent.
That's when you stopped, with just the tip in, much to Cheryl's annoyance and confusion. But then she saw the glint in your, you had an idea.
At some point, The Doctor finally picked the right door. Maybe the moans and passionate sounds of skin colliding finally overcame his tantrum, but what he encounter was not two scared survivors, instead he was met with a different sight.
The desks and chairs had been pushed to the sides, resembling a pathway. And at the end of this pathway, in front of the teacher's desk, was a chair with Cheryl riding on top of you. It was a bit painful to lean back as you looked over your shoulder to see him, Cheryl had really dug her nails deep into your back at some point after all. But it was worth it.
"Sup, Thunder Cock, like what you see?" Cheryl asked as she raised her rear, revealing your flaccid, fluid and cum covered dick sliding out of her pussy.
The Doctor simply stood there, his mouth impossibly agape and eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. The silence was only broken as he dropped his prod on the floor.
"I guess someone is rather…shocked?" Cheryl asked with a grin.
That got him. The Doctor growled and stomped, cracking the tiled floor as he did. Grabbing his prod from off the floor, he stomped towards you, raising the prod above you both. Looking into his eyes, you could see no malicious joy, only rage.
A sudden ping echoed in your mind, and on both sides of your peripheral vision, you saw white shapes resembling doors. Someone had gotten the generators done, and judging from Cheryl's expression and how The Doctor had stopped in his tracks, they noticed that too.
The Doctor looked to where the doors could still be seen, then to you two, and back and forth with increased franticness until the doors faded. With one last look to you two, he rose up his hands and let out a roar that shook the classroom, causing nearby paintings to fall, and stomped away to one of the escape doors.
After a few moments, Cheryl got off you, "I think that's our cue to leave. We don't want to keep our teammate waiting."
You both hurriedly gathered your clothes and got dressed, running to the exit you could recall, hoping to thank your benefactor. Much to your surprise, it was the lone wolf, Feng. Despite The Doctor undoubtedly still stomping around, Feng was casually leaning against the wall, and even looked to the two of you with a look of impatience.
"Where the hell were you, Cheryl? Next time, I'm leaving your ass behind."
"Oh don't be like that. I was the one who distracted the killer after all, well, me and him." Cheryl motioned to you.
"How? All I recall was hearing him yelp in pain every few minutes being The Doctor's plaything, then all going quiet for long enough so I could fix the remaining generators."
Cheryl simply responded by raising her skirt ever so slightly. The rain had yet to wash away the fluid and cum that still covered some of her thighs. Feng then looked to you, noticing your blushing expression, and the bite marks on your neck Cheryl loving gave you in your shared throws of passion.
"Fucking seriously?" Feng said, turning to the exit in disgust.
"Oh come on, Feng, it worked like a charm! You should've seen the Doc's face when he caught us." Cheryl said as she caught up to the woman. You followed close behind. "I'll tell you what, next time we're paired, I'll work on the generators and you 'distract.'"
Still walking, Feng turned back to you, her eyes tracing up and down, "He better be a damn good distraction."
Cheryl turned to you as you all crossed the threshold, spikes then jutted out of the floor, barring the killer's pursuit, "Oh trust me. He is."