Story One - Choices Eliminated

You wake up in the morning and look down at your body.  You are a beautiful teenage girl. 

You roll out of bed and look in the mirror.  You have small, pert breasts and a beautiful shaved pussy.  You have long, brown hair and you are only about five foot four.  You are excited to go out and face the day.  You look in the mirror and want to decide what to wear. 

You decide to wear a conservative, flower-print dress that leaves a lot to the imagination.  You pull on your conservative flower-print dress, but skip the underwear, and then head downstairs to have some breakfast.  You have a quick bite and then run for the bus.  When you get on the bus you look around and consider your seating options.  You decide to sit at the back of the bus with the bad boys. 

You go to sit down at the back of the bus, sitting beside Dave and Jim.  They seem surprised that you are sitting there.  "Hey, umm, what the fuck are you doing sitting beside us?" Dave asks you, looking down at you.  He sees your soft, smooth legs below the hem of your dress and how sweet and innocent you look and he can barely contain his eyes as they bulge out of the sockets. "I came back here to see if I could get some action.  What did you think?" you respond.

Dave's eyes bulge out of his head at your response. "You came back here for some action? Well fuck, little girl, I think we can definitely oblige that." Dave and Jim nod to the rest of the guys at the back of the bus, and they calmly stand, so that you are shielded from the view of the bus driver. Dave immediately whips out his cock, which is already starting to harden, and nods at you. You drop to your knees and grip the shaft in your hand and begin jerking it. Jim also whips out his cock and presents it to you.  "No baby, it's one at a time," you tell Jim. 

Jim looks a little bit pissed, but he stands there patiently as you suck Dave's cock into your mouth. You begin to bob your head up and down on Dave's cock, sliding it deep into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head each time. Dave grabs the back of your hair and begins thrusting his cock down your throat, almost making you choke. He begins to increase the rate of his thrusting and you can tell that he is going to cum soon. You pull his cock out of your mouth.  "Cum all over my face, baby!"

Dave obliges, and he begins spraying his cum all over your face. Some of it gets in your eye, and the rest gets all over your cheek and in your mouth. It dribbles down your face in big globs, some of it dripping down onto your dress. You look up at him in surprise at the massive load that is all over you, but you have a big smile on your face. Just as he is wiping the last drops off onto your face, the bus stops and you have arrived at school.  You decide to get off the bus without cleaning up.

With cum still dripping down your face and onto your dress, you proudly walk off the bus in front of everyone else. Everyone looks at you in shock, including the bus driver, who cannot believe that someone got a massive facial on his bus without him knowing. As you step off into the light, the eyes of the entire school are on you as cum drips down your face and onto your dress. You look around and consider what to do next.  You decide to go to class like this.

As you walk down the hallways, cum dripping down your face and onto your dress, exposing your breasts as your dress becomes see-through, the eyes of all of the students are on you. Teachers in the hallway stop and stare, but none of them say a thing as they can't believe their eyes. You walk into your first period English class and sit down at your desk in the front row and look up, bright-eyed (although with some smeared mascara) and say, "Hello, teacher!" 

"What the hell is going on?" he responds.  "Someone raped me on the way here, sir!" you respond.

"Oh my god, you were raped?!" 

"Yes, sir, I sat at the back of the bus and these two boys had their friends cover me up and then they took their cocks out, and they shoved them in my face, and they made me suck them and they threatened to beat me if I didn't. And when it was all over one of them shot his big nasty load of cum all over my face, sir!" 

"My god," he responds, "we have to find them!"  You decide to direct him to Jim and Dave. 

You lead your teacher by the hand (he takes your hand despite the cum on it) down the hallway to the classroom where you know Dave and Jim are located. People look amazed in the hall at you, cum dripping down your face, leading your teacher down the hallway. On the way there, Mr. Slander pulls his phone out and phones the principal and tells him to get the police and building security. You indicate to Mr. Slander that this is the room, and he opens the door to the classroom for you. You step inside, your face disheveled, and immediately point at Dave and Jim and then begin to cry. 

They look at each other and each state immediately, "Oh fuck!" 

The security arrive right behind you and they immediately grab Dave and Jim.  You turn to give Mr. Slander a big, gigantic, cum-covered hug.

You give Mr. Slander a big, cum-covered hug as Dave and Jim are dragged out of the room. "But we didn't do it," they are screaming as they are pulled away, but of course no one believes them. Everyone believes the pretty, conservative looking girl in the flower-print dress. 

Mr. Slander holds your hand and brings you back to his office where he sits you down. 

"Okay, you are going to have to tell me what happened now."

"Sir, I just really can't talk about it right now. Would you please take me to see the nurse?"

He takes you again by your slimy hand and you follow him down the hallway to the nurse's office. He opens the door for you and directs you inside. The nurse, an attractive, thirty-something redhead, looks at you with surprise as you enter. You have been fake crying and your tears and blending into the cum now. You ask Mr. Slander to leave so you can have some female to female time with the nurse.

Mr. Slander, now dripping slightly from the experience, seems reluctant but steps out of the room and closes the door. You immediately look at the nurse, who quickly says, "Oh, you poor thing," and moves in to hug you. 

You respond first by hugging her, and then you slid your hands further down her back until they reach her ass. You move your slimy face up to hers and let your lips touch her. She is shocked, but responds by kissing you back, letting your tongues come together around the cum. 

You grab the nurse and push her up against the wall and begin tearing at her clothing. You tear down her blouse and then pull her bra off her large breasts, which tumble out. You immediately lock your lips onto her nipple and begin sucking on it, causing her to throw back her head and moan in pleasure. You slide your hand down under her skirt, pull her panties aside, and begin to finger her pussy. She moans loudly.

You hear a knock on the door, and Mr. Slander calls out, "Are you alright in there?"

"Go away, we are having alone time!"

You hear Mr. Slander shuffle away in the hallway. You push the nurse's skirt up around her waist and bury your tongue in her pussy. You begin to lick and suck at her clit, causing her to moan and grab the back of your head and push it into her. You tongue her rapidly, causing her to begin moaning and screaming and grinding her pussy against you. You continue to lick her until you feel her orgasm, her thighs clenching your head tightly. After she orgasms, you decide to clean up and go find some more fun elsewhere. 

You leave the nurse shaking on the table, gently rubbing her pussy, then wipe off your face and walk out. 

You head over to your locker, with people still looking at your now scummy-looking dress as you walk by. You would have expected the police to be trying to find you to take your statement, but you seem to have avoided it thus far.

You open up your locker to reveal weapons.

You smile to yourself as you look at your assortment of weapons. Last night you were able to smuggle in your AR-15 from home and a machete, plus a few hundred rounds of ammunition and a tactical vest. You pull on the tactical vest and grab the AR-15. You pop in a mag, chamber the round, and then turn around to look down the hallway.  You decide to go find Dave and Jim to thank them for giving you such a nice morning.

You begin walking down the hall, your tac vest filled with full mags and a ton of boxes of ammunition. As people see you, they begin screaming and run for cover. Teachers immediately close the doors to the classroom as you walk by and you hear terrified children begin to cry. You walk towards the security office. No one tries to stop you.

You open the door to the security office, and sitting there are Jim, Dave, two police officers and the school's fat security guards. 

You begin firing at Dave and Jim, who try to dive for cover. Dave is hit first, one round to the chest, another to the arm, and then one to the neck, before you turn the gun on Jim. He is already scrambling to get under a chair by the time you hit him, rounds smashing into his thigh and then another one going through his head. The police are stunned, but they begin to go for their weapons as they are sprayed with blood and gore. 

As the policemen are trying to draw their weapons you begin firing round after round into them. You hit each of them multiple times in the chest, knocking them back and onto the ground. Their vests are no match for full metal jacket rounds, and they go down in a pool of blood on the floor. For good measure, you give each of them a shot to the head. You drop the mag from your weapon and load in a new one. You turn to the fat security guard, who is huddling in the corner and whimpering. "If you want to live, you're on my side now, bitch, and you're going to take those coppers' weapons and fight for me," you say.

The fat security guard looks at you with fear in his eyes and goes to grab the weapons from the police officers. He grabs their pistols and then looks up at you. "If you fuck with me or betray me, you went get any pussy, fatty," you tell him. He nods and tries to smile, but it just comes out as a grimace as a result of the fear.

"Alright boy, lead the way down the hallway." He goes out into the hall and then looks back at you for direction.  It's fucking rampage time!

"Your goal, Mr. Security Guard, is to fucking KILL everybody," you tell him. He looks back at you and nods.

A student looks out of the room to your right, and you immediately open up with your AR, catching the student in the eye and blowing them back into the classroom in a shower of brain and skull fragments. You hear screams from the classroom, and you direct the security guard in the door. As he enters, someone jumps at him, knocking the fat man over. The kid, a male, goes to hit the security guard in the face, but you shoot the kid in the back of the head, spraying the security guard with more gore. You laugh and turn to the rest of the room.  You decide it's time to only kill the guys.

"All right you misogynistic fucks," you shout, "line the fuck up at the front of the room." The boys slowly file forward to the front of the room and line up. There are 15 of them standing there, with the girls whimpering in the back of the room. "This is your lucky day," you say and begin to turn back to the women as you see their faces brighten. 

"It's going to be quick!" You open up on them, as does the security guard, emptying round after round into them as they stand against the chalkboard until you have spent two mags and are panting. The room is covered in blood and gore. 

"Grab what you can, women, it's time to get into the fight. These men were all against us! I caught the police officers raping someone in the back room, and I KNOW that all the fucking boys in the school were in on it! Now who's with me?"

Despite your rousing speech, most of the women just look at you with shock on their faces as you stand in front of them, posing like an amazon princess covered in blood and guts. You decide you may as well move on to the next room. 

Giving up on the poor, huddling mass of women, you decide to move on. As you step out of the room, you hear sirens as the police have obviously arrived to surround the building. You look at the security guard and smile.  "You're going to look very good dead with my AR on your chest after I kill those witnesses back there."

The security guard's eyes widen as you hit him in the chest with two rounds and he drops to the floor. You snicker, then turn back to the room full of women and walk towards them. You fire as you walk, hitting them almost randomly and without care as they drop to the floor. One of them rushes at you but you butt-stroke her in the face and then pump a round into her skull. Once they are all dead you walk back out to the security guard, bleeding out on the ground. You take off your vest and wrap it around his body. You drop the AR beside him, then grab one of his guns. "I'm going to tell them that I shot you with this pistol. I know they'll realize later you were hit with the AR, but by that time I will be away." You hear him whimper, and then he's silent as you fire a shot through his eye. 

You drop the gun and run out the front door, covered in blood.  You run away from the building screaming.

You run through the SWAT lines and right into the arms of a paramedic, who quickly grabs you with a blanket and pulls you into an ambulance. "Are you hurt, dear?"

A police officer comes up beside her, "You have to tell me what the fuck is going on in there!" he shouts at you.

"Please, I'm hurt, I'm hurt." 

The paramedic closes the door on the police officer and signals to the driver to drive away.  You decide to jump the paramedic in the hopes that you can jack the ambulance.

As the paramedic looks down to examine you, you grab his face and smash his head into the side of the ambulance. He drops to the ground out. The driver looks back into the ambulance, "What the fuck is going on?" he shouts, but by that time you are on him with a syringe, jamming it in and out of his neck. He begins driving wildly until he slams into the car in front of him, throwing you both up against the dashboard, where he begins bleeding out from multiple puncture wounds. 

You open the driver-side door, kick the dying driver out, and then jump into the driver seat. You back away from the car in front of you and then speed off, the sirens still on full blast. 

"Shit," you think to yourself, "there's a lot of bodies behind me. Now what the fuck do I do?"  You decide to head for the airport. Maybe you can jack a plane and make it out of the country.

You begin speeding toward the airport. You hear on the CB that they have entered the building and found the gunman dead from an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. You smile to yourself, but you know that won't last long. As you drive toward the airport you realize that you need some way to either get on a plane or take a plane. Taking a plane won't help much though given you can't fly unless you can get a pilot. You head for the commercial shipping area to see if you can get both a pilot and a plane.

As you head for the commercial area and turn off the lights on the ambulance. You pull into the first loading bay you see, where some workers are unloading some gear. You look in the back seat and the paramedic back there is beginning to come to. You hit him in the face, knocking him out again. At least he gave you a blanket. 

You observe out the window until you see someone in a pilot's uniform walking into the building. 

You grab a syringe and follow him into the building. You observe him walking towards an entrance to a private hanger. You run up behind him and suddenly you are on him, holding the syringe to his neck. 

"Alright, motherfucker, we're going to take this nice and slow. This syringe is filled with an infectious fucking disease, and unless you fly me the fuck out of here, you're going to die. Now take me to your plane."

"But, I'm supposed to be flying a celebrity out of here in five minutes to Vegas..."

"Shut the fuck up, we're going to fly somewhere else instead.  We're going to Russia."

You walk him out into the private hangar towards the jet. As you are approaching the jet, you see some servants loading some gear onto the plane. They look at you with fear in their eyes and begin to scream, and you are reminded that you are covered in blood and guts and holding a syringe to a pilot's neck. 

"Get the fuck out of here!" you yell.

They begin to run. You push the pilot up the stairs and onto the plane. He grabs the stairs and pulls them back up. You look to your right as you enter and see Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. You ignore them and get in the front of the plane with a pilot. 

"Start the engine, motherfucker," you tell him. "We have to get the fuck out of here fast."

He starts the engine and begins taxiing. "We have to wait until we are cleared for landing before we go," he tells you.  You tell him that we'll wait and see if no one knows you are there.

You begin taxiing out onto the runway, and you hear the control tower tell him that it will be about a fifteen minute wait. You sit there, holding the syringe against his neck as you wait. "Does it normally take this long?" you ask him.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he responds. 

You are sitting there for about 10 minutes when you hear sirens. You look to your front and see police cars driving down the field toward you. 

"Take off right away!"

He looks at you. "No. I know you can't go anywhere without me, so I'm just not going to do it."

Following the trend of past decisions, you begin to stab him in the neck with the syringe. He tries to fight you, but you just keep stabbing at him in a fit of rage until he is motionless on the ground.

Mustering the last of your strength, you open the door to the plane, push out the stairway, and rush down the stairs. You make a run for the hangar, and the police cars are right behind you. Before you can make it to the hangar you are surrounded by police cars, and they draw their guns.

"Stop! We know what happened! Put down the syringe."

You crumple to the ground, tears flowing down your face. You drop the syringe beside you and let your body rest on the tarmac, weeping. The police are on you, but you barely feel it. You feel punches and kicks, and then handcuffs. You feel yourself picked up, and then you are thrown into the back of an SUV, beside a police officer who points his gun directly at you even as you are handcuffed. 

You are crying, the tears mixing with blood and then with semen as they land on your dress. "Please, please. It wasn't my fault! Please!"

With your last bit of strength, you open your mouth and bite at the neck of the cop beside you. You manage to sink your teeth into him, but he pulls the trigger as you do. He doesn't stop pulling the trigger, even with blood pouring out of his neck, until the chamber is empty. 

You bleed out on the floor, looking up at him with pleading, dying eyes until you take your last breath.