Whill talking dirty continue to help them or will they have to take drastic measures? Strong sexual content ahead!
Nobody wanted to sleep in the storage room but there was at least plenty to eat. "We're prisoners," Chris complained.
"We have to stick it through. Suck it up, buttercup," Rita said, eating what looked like a mix of beans and expired ketchup.
Carrie and Sue agreed but there was no other option. "Is he still out there?" Carrie asked.
"Oh jee let me go out and check...Duh, no! Want me to get my head chopped off? Why don't you volunteer for the suicide mission?"
Rita got between the girls as it looked like hair was going to get ripped out. "Girls, please!"
"I do have something that could help us...it's...never mind you wouldn't be interested...I know you think I'm stupid," Chris said bowing her head down sorrowful like.
Rita frowned, "I don't think you're stupid, Chris. I just want you to be a team player, I want you to listen and to trust me. You can never go very my head...what exactly did you want to do?"
"I have some things in my locker."
"Like what, weapons?" Carrie eagerly asked.
"Did you bring a gun to school?" Sue said, offended.
"No!" Chris shook her head, "Just follow me!" Sue and Carrie followed her to the door but Rita held out her hand.
"We can't just leave!"
"Yeah, what about the food?" Sue asked.
"Bag it!"
"Listen to me! This is what I've been talking about!"
"Come on, Ms. D, what are you waiting for?" Carrie yelled.
Rita sighed and shook her head. She ran out with them even though she had no idea what this was all about.
No masked man or anybody around now. Everyone followed Chris down the hall. Chris fumbled with the lock. "Chris what are you doing?"
She opened it. At first it looked like nothing was inside.
"Ok, what is it?" Rita asked
"These."
When Chris revealed what she hoarding in her locker.
"What?" Sue opened her mouth in shock.
"Huh?" Carrie said.
"Is this your idea of a joke?"
Chris pulled out two strap-on dildos, "What? We could really use them!"
"Fuck off, Chris! Now I wish you did have guns!" Sue face palmed.
"You guys are such pussies!"
"Chris!" Rita stared her down, "Why on Earth would those help?"
"He hates sex, right? He hates boobs, kissing, sex talk! I'm sure he'd hate dildos."
"Why do you have those?" Carrie backed away, concerned.
Chris looked away from them, turning red, she explained, "That one I was supposed to meet after school...she's this college senior I've been sexting. Wanted to give this a try. It's not really a big deal."
"Chris," Rita said, folding her arms and staring her down, "I want to have a word with you over here."
Chris followed behind her. They walked only a few feet away from Carrie and Sue to get serious. "Ok. I'll forget what you said about sexting. Did you really think putting everyone in danger was a good idea?"
Chris was ready to flip out, "What? Everyone is fine! He never even showed up!"
"Look, just calm down."
"See, you always gang up on me! It's so unfair!"
"Chris stop overreacting!"
"Overreacting?!" In the corner of her eye she caught the girls running, "Huh? Where are they..."
"Look out!" Rita pushed her up against a locker, shielding her.
The Slayer was brandishing two knives. There was no escape, they had to act fast. Chris grabbed hold of Rita and gave her a big kiss on the mouth. Rita pushed her off.
"What are you doing?!"
"We have to scare him off! Look it's working!" Indeed it was, he was holding the knives close to the eye level of the hood as if to cover the horrendous image of two women kissing.
"Fine! Come here!" Rita brought Chris in close for another one. She opened her mouth wide and hooked her in. To make things extra nasty she put her tongue in her mouth and made sure to flap it around on the outside for the maniac to see.
It sounded like he was crying under that mask. He ran with his tail between his legs. Both Rita and Chris hardly noticed, they were too disturbed by what just happened.
"W-where did you learn to do that?" Chris said, Rita's red lipstick all over her face.
Rita gave a small smile and shrugged, "...College..."
"Oh...," Chris looked away awkwardly.
With her hands in her pockets Rita nervously said, "You know...the dildo thing might actually be a good idea. Let's take them with us."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah...now, um, let's go see where they went to."
Carrie and Sue were out of breath. Sue could easily outrun her, her long legs and stature. She kept going until her shorts got on a locker and ripped.
"Oh great!"
"Sue! Look out!"
There he was with his two blades, seeming to have recovered from his previous encounter. Sue thought just being in her pink panties would be enough to set him off but nothing.
"Fuck it!"
Carrie watched in horror as Sue pulled her panties down, exposing her shaved vagina. He seemed slightly nervous about this.
"Maybe try spreading your legs!" Carrie suggested.
Sue had no time to think. She sat down on the cold floor and opened her legs. He kept coming forward; you would think just the sight of it would be enough to disgust him. Sue had never really touched herself in a sexual way before but she had no option. She spread her lips open for him to see everything. This seemed to work. He looked away one second but then a second later he was blindly swinging one knife around while walking toward her.
Carrie stood there motionless. "What's the matter big guy?" She inserted two fingers into the opening. He didn't respond. She wasn't wet or anything so it wasn't really going to work . She tried spitting buy hardly had a drop of saliva. "Carrie! Help!"
Carrie ran to her aid when the killer was getting too close. She ran and kneeled down next to her. "What do I do?"
"Spit!" Carrie was terrified, she'd never seen another girl's private parts. It seemed so weird. "Do it!" Sue yelled at her angrily.
Carrie spit as much as she could while Sue massaged herself. It was working. Sue pumped herself with her slender, long fingers. He was very slowly advancing. Sue knew she would have to get off in order to scare him off. Carrie's fingers were thicker than hers.
"Carrie!"
"What?" She followed Sue's eyes, "No way!"
"Carrie!" Sue begged.
Carrie relented. She closed her eyes as she stick with fingers into the girl's pussy. Sue helped Carrie when she wasn't doing it fast enough. Sue strained, moaning and grunting. There was a vein in her forehead. Finally she came, kicking up her feet, she sprayed a little, shocking both Carrie and their hooded foe. He ran, dropping one of his knives.
Carrie wiped her fingers on her shorts, her hand was shaking. "Wow...you seemed to really tighten around them. It was like a Chinese finger trap." They both laughed.
Sue lied there with her legs still open, recovering. "Thanks. I think you really saved my ass. Don't tell anyone anyone about this," she stressed.
"I would never."
"But wow...I never experienced anything like that."
"Me neither," Carrie said shakily, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"What in the world?!" Rita and Chris ran up to them in shock, "Young lady, put your shorts back on!"
"I can't! They ripped!"
"Here," Carrie pulled her shorts off and handed them to Sue; all she had on now we're some white satin panties.
"Thanks," Sue smiled.
Chris was bothered by what just happened, something was up. "Did you finger bang her?" She gave Carrie the dirtiest look.
"NO!" Sue and Carrie shouted.
"Whatever," Chris shook her head disapproving.
"Come on, girls, let's head back to the cafeteria!" Rita said this while carelessly pointing the way with one of the dildos.
"Why do you have that?" Sue questioned.
Rita hid it behind her back, "It might come in handy later...now let's go!"
They went back into the cafeteria only to see that he was waiting for them. He knew they'd be back. Nowhere else to go. Rita pushed the girls behind her.
"Now I've had just about enough of this!" She marched right up to him, no fear. She pointed a finger close to his hood. "You're not bullying us you son of a bitch! You think we're afraid of you, dirt bag!"
He reached a hand out to grab her. She jumped back with a start. He ended up yanking on her shorts, ripping them and her panties off. Rita hit the floor, legs in the air. The girls stood there aghast. They got down on the floor in her aide.
"I hurt my back...," Rita shut her eyes and groaned, "I don't think I can get up...ugh..."
Chris and Carrie noticed the killer just standing there, looking directly into Rita's crotch.
"Ms. D, play with yourself!"
"What?" Rita was offended yet again.
"She's right!" Chris urged.
Rita did notice what the killer was doing but didn't like the extra attention, "Ok but nobody look!" Everyone jeered their heads as Rita massaged her pussy. The killer took a step closer. "It's not working!"
Chris took a look, "It's not wet enough!"
"Excuse me?!"
"He'll only be afraid if you get off! Trust me!"
"But..but I can't spit on it! I can't reach that far!"
"Ok! You heard her, ladies! Ms. D's cooch is too dry! We all need to spit as much as we can to lube it up!"
"Wait...," Rita had no time to change anyone's mind. She watched helplessly as each took a turn hacking spit on her pussy. He was advancing, "More!" Rita cried out, "It's not wet enough!"
They spit until they no longer could. Rita agressivly fingered herself but it wasn't working.
"Quick! She needs help getting off!"
Rita was in for a shock. Chris jammed a finger in, followed by Sue and Carrie. Everyone was sweating trying to get Rita to cum.
"That's it girls, faster! Faster! Oh fuck! Not yet!"
They kept at it, grinding their teeth and ready to pull a muscle until finally she gave.
"Ooh! FUUUICCCCKKKKK!"
The flood gates opened. Rita squirted, dousing him in a spray. He booked it the hell out of there. Rita and the three girls sat there on the floor exhausted. All sweating and panting.
"Thank you...you all saved me...now let's pretend this never happened...never speak of it to anyone...now can you help me to the storage room?"
"Sure thing, Ms. D," Chris smiled, "Just one thing. You might want to cover up first!"
The three teens laughed at their disapproving teacher.
So what did you think? Still lots to come!