The Gas Leak - Part 5 - Sue/Emma
Title: The Gas Leak
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), Sue/Emma (Ch 5), & Others Later On.
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 5 - Discipline - Sue/Emma
Office of the Cheerios Head Coach - 3:37 PM
"Dear Journal,
The current school year so far has been a colossal disappointment. My attempts this year to erase the shame of my Nationals debacle have been mostly met with failure. This has led me to have a great amount of anger. Nothing I can do seems to quell the overwhelming anger I feel deep within the bowels of my spirit: anger towards Will Schuester and his ragtag bunch of misfits.
I know what you are thinking, journal. Hadn't I grown tired of tormenting that pathetic club? Hadn't I offered up a truce following the death of my beloved sister? Well journal, you are not wrong. However through my Orwellian tactics, I have erased all the evidence of those conversations ever occurring.
I feel as though any moment I may snap. Cracks in my resolve have already started to form. Three days ago I chased away a group of money-hungry girl scouts away from my doorstep with a golf club. No way was I going to let them get me addicted to those cookies. Then just yesterday I'm came across a mime in the city square …"
"Sue, can I talk to you for a moment?" came the high pitched squeak of Emma Pillsbury that shook Sue Sylvester from her daily contemplation.
"I'm busy, Enema."
"If I could just have a small second of your time…"
"This entire exchange has already surpassed seven seconds in duration. I can't afford to waste anymore time."
Emma was persistent. "Sue Sylvester, listen to me!" Sue was shocked to hear the red-headed woman raise her voice to her. "This whole superiority complex, tyrannical tirade, or whatever it is you do needs to stop. Any person with any shred of a human personality would have seen an obvious failure after two years. It's gotten really boring and repetitive. Glee Club is not going to go away, and even if it did go away, they would fight to have it back, because Glee is important to them. It allows them to build interactions with people whom they might never have met in another club. Just because the Cheerios are a shell of what they used to be, and Glee club is stronger than ever doesn't mean you can try and find a fault where there isn't one. And just because you weren't loved enough as a child doesn't give you the right to try and take away something these kids love. I think that everything that happened last year to continue to try and destroy Glee is just plain wrong. Oh and my name is EMMA, not Enema, not Irma, not Alma, EMMA!"
Emma took several deep breaths waiting for a reply. After her lengthy speech her skin had turned almost the same shade of red as her hair.
"Are you proud of yourself?" said Sue finally.
"Maybe a little."
Sue thought some more for a few moments. Then removing her glasses, she raised her hand and beckoned, "Come closer."
Emma took a few cautious steps forward wondering why Sue had such a calm look on her face.
"Even closer."
Emma was even more confused as to what was going on. Still she stepped even closer. She went as far as she could; the tips of her feet against the wood on the front of Sue's desk. Sue then look up at the other woman with a face completely void of all emotion.
Then out of nowhere Sue lunged forward and grabbed hold of Emma's wrist. Emma tried to struggle but Sue was surprisingly strong. "I don't like to be touched," was all Emma could think to say.
"I know that," replied Sue. "But in life we constantly are forced to deal with the things we dislike."
Sue's physical metaphor was not complete. With her free hand she reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Sue then slapped one end around Emma's wrist that she had trapped in her other hand. The other side of the cuffs was looped around the handle of the main drawer of the desk. Emma was not going anywhere.
The act of being handcuffed to the desk had forced Emma into an uncomfortable body position. Her whole torso was bent forward, and her face was mere inches away from the surface of the wooden desk. Even though she still had one hand free, she could do nothing.
Sue stood from her seat behind the desk and began to move about the room. "You know, I was greatly offended by what you said Ms Pillsbury. Contrary to popular belief, I do have real human emotions. My human emotions have caused me to have an emotional reaction to your words."
"But why am I handcuffed to the desk?"
"I'll explain that soon enough." Sue paced back and forth outside of Emma's line of sight. "Am I right in assuming that your mental disorder has made you fearful of sexual intercourse?" Emma gasped in shocked. "I thought so. Sex is a driving force in everyone's life, whether they admit it or not. In some ways I envy you. To be so fearful of intimacy in the way you are would provide one a wealth of free time to spend on other endeavors. To achieve something similar in my own life I have had to compartmentalize my libido refrain from all acts of intimacy outside of attending a cloak and dagger orgy once every year. Different things work for different people though. So to summarize, you'd be less annoying if you were getting laid on a regular basis." Emma had started to fidget nervously and almost whimper. Sue noticed this and began again. "Oh calm down, I'm no rapist. However, my orgy experience has taught me a lesson in discipline and punishment."
Sue went into to her closet and retrieved an item that Emma could not see. "For a brief time in my youth, I attended Saint Elizabeth's School for Girls in Northwestern Ohio. The principal of that institution was a nun named Sister Agatha, and when a girl was sent to her office to be taught a lesson, she had a habit of striking you on the knuckles with a wooden ruler." Sue produced an object from behind her back that was as described in the anecdote. Sue then took a position behind Emma and said, "You need to be taught a lesson. You need to respect Sue Sylvester."
Just then Sue struck Emma on the behind with that wooden ruler. Emma gasped at the sensation of pain. Sue then wound up and struck Emma for a second time, hitting almost the same spot.
After five strikes or so, Emma tried to anticipate the hit and prepare her body to limit the pain. Then an interesting thin occurred. When Emma tried to prepare herself for the next strike, she pressed her whole body into the wood of the desk, and when the ruler next made contact, her lower half bumped directly into the lip of the desk, and Emma felt a reaction that was not entirely pain. When it happened the second time, she felt a twinge of warmth from her nether regions. It seems as though in her attempts to reposition her body to reduce the pain, the desk was now making contact with her clitoris, so that every strike of the ruler send a small jolt of pleasure into her body.
By the 15th hit of the ruler, Emma was becoming very vocal. Her moans were mixtures of pain and pleasure. For the first time in her life, she became aware of a burning desire deep within her that she needed to satisfy. She started to knowingly grind into the hard wooden desk in front of her, trying to find any way possible of using the situation to her advantage.
By the 20th strike the pace began to pick up. Emma didn't mind, she was actually hoping for it. She wanted them to be both faster and harder. She furiously rubbed her body up and down against the desk anticipating the next strike and trying to time it perfectly to get her clit in the right place at the right time.
She had honestly lost count by the time her first ever orgasm reached her. Nothing else in the world mattered at that point; Not Sue, Not the Glee Club, not the germs on this wooden table her face was pressed against. As the pleasure ripped through her she felt alone in the universe, and with that came peace of mind.
Sue had some awareness of what had occurred. She said nothing though. She merely retrieved the handcuff key from its hiding place and released Emma from her imprisonment. Then she put down the ruler and exited her office.
Emma, completely dazed, remained in her exact same position against the desk trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.
…
Kurt Hummel pressed his foot into the accelerator of his car. His head was pounding, his sinuses were congested, and his whole body ached, but he had to ignore all of that. Santana and Brittany needed him. The whole school needed him.
As he was contemplating his own heroism, he failed to notice the giant sign that said STOP. Unfortunately for him, the police were watching that intersection that afternoon. Kurt was greatly displeased to see the red and blue lights in his rearview mirror. As he pulled over, he secretly hoped that this would get over with quickly. His spirits were raised slightly upon the realization that the cop was female. In his experience, women loved cute gay boys; this would be simple.
"Hello Officer! How are you today?"
The cop stared back at him from behind dark sunglasses. "You ran that stop sign."
"Oh silly me. These things happen. Can't you understand that it was an accident? I promise to be more careful next time…"
"No. You will be ticketed and expected to pay the fine." She handed him the slip of paper. "Remember to abide by ALL traffic laws. Hope this experience teaches you a lesson."
The cop depart and then Kurt grumbled to himself, "Santana could have gotten away with a warning…"
…
"Do you think they'll punish us if they find out what happened?" Brittany asked her girlfriend.
"What are you talking about? Who's 'they'?"
"I don't know. Figgins? The government? Our parents?" answered Brittany. "I just don't want to go to prison Santana. My mom and dad made me watch an after-show special about women's prisons, and apparently they use cute blonde girls as currency!"
"B, you need to calm down," said Santana comfortingly. "As soon as Kurt gets here we'll be able to fix this. And even if they send you to prison, they'd have to send me too, so I'll make sure that no one uses you as currency."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Of course, you can be my prison wife." The two girls laughed amongst themselves. "Hey, I love you. Don't be afraid." Santana leant forward and captured Brittany into a heartfelt kiss. Then they just sat there in front of the lockers and waited.
To Be Continued
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), Sue/Emma (Ch 5), & Others Later On.
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 5 - Discipline - Sue/Emma
Office of the Cheerios Head Coach - 3:37 PM
"Dear Journal,
The current school year so far has been a colossal disappointment. My attempts this year to erase the shame of my Nationals debacle have been mostly met with failure. This has led me to have a great amount of anger. Nothing I can do seems to quell the overwhelming anger I feel deep within the bowels of my spirit: anger towards Will Schuester and his ragtag bunch of misfits.
I know what you are thinking, journal. Hadn't I grown tired of tormenting that pathetic club? Hadn't I offered up a truce following the death of my beloved sister? Well journal, you are not wrong. However through my Orwellian tactics, I have erased all the evidence of those conversations ever occurring.
I feel as though any moment I may snap. Cracks in my resolve have already started to form. Three days ago I chased away a group of money-hungry girl scouts away from my doorstep with a golf club. No way was I going to let them get me addicted to those cookies. Then just yesterday I'm came across a mime in the city square …"
"Sue, can I talk to you for a moment?" came the high pitched squeak of Emma Pillsbury that shook Sue Sylvester from her daily contemplation.
"I'm busy, Enema."
"If I could just have a small second of your time…"
"This entire exchange has already surpassed seven seconds in duration. I can't afford to waste anymore time."
Emma was persistent. "Sue Sylvester, listen to me!" Sue was shocked to hear the red-headed woman raise her voice to her. "This whole superiority complex, tyrannical tirade, or whatever it is you do needs to stop. Any person with any shred of a human personality would have seen an obvious failure after two years. It's gotten really boring and repetitive. Glee Club is not going to go away, and even if it did go away, they would fight to have it back, because Glee is important to them. It allows them to build interactions with people whom they might never have met in another club. Just because the Cheerios are a shell of what they used to be, and Glee club is stronger than ever doesn't mean you can try and find a fault where there isn't one. And just because you weren't loved enough as a child doesn't give you the right to try and take away something these kids love. I think that everything that happened last year to continue to try and destroy Glee is just plain wrong. Oh and my name is EMMA, not Enema, not Irma, not Alma, EMMA!"
Emma took several deep breaths waiting for a reply. After her lengthy speech her skin had turned almost the same shade of red as her hair.
"Are you proud of yourself?" said Sue finally.
"Maybe a little."
Sue thought some more for a few moments. Then removing her glasses, she raised her hand and beckoned, "Come closer."
Emma took a few cautious steps forward wondering why Sue had such a calm look on her face.
"Even closer."
Emma was even more confused as to what was going on. Still she stepped even closer. She went as far as she could; the tips of her feet against the wood on the front of Sue's desk. Sue then look up at the other woman with a face completely void of all emotion.
Then out of nowhere Sue lunged forward and grabbed hold of Emma's wrist. Emma tried to struggle but Sue was surprisingly strong. "I don't like to be touched," was all Emma could think to say.
"I know that," replied Sue. "But in life we constantly are forced to deal with the things we dislike."
Sue's physical metaphor was not complete. With her free hand she reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Sue then slapped one end around Emma's wrist that she had trapped in her other hand. The other side of the cuffs was looped around the handle of the main drawer of the desk. Emma was not going anywhere.
The act of being handcuffed to the desk had forced Emma into an uncomfortable body position. Her whole torso was bent forward, and her face was mere inches away from the surface of the wooden desk. Even though she still had one hand free, she could do nothing.
Sue stood from her seat behind the desk and began to move about the room. "You know, I was greatly offended by what you said Ms Pillsbury. Contrary to popular belief, I do have real human emotions. My human emotions have caused me to have an emotional reaction to your words."
"But why am I handcuffed to the desk?"
"I'll explain that soon enough." Sue paced back and forth outside of Emma's line of sight. "Am I right in assuming that your mental disorder has made you fearful of sexual intercourse?" Emma gasped in shocked. "I thought so. Sex is a driving force in everyone's life, whether they admit it or not. In some ways I envy you. To be so fearful of intimacy in the way you are would provide one a wealth of free time to spend on other endeavors. To achieve something similar in my own life I have had to compartmentalize my libido refrain from all acts of intimacy outside of attending a cloak and dagger orgy once every year. Different things work for different people though. So to summarize, you'd be less annoying if you were getting laid on a regular basis." Emma had started to fidget nervously and almost whimper. Sue noticed this and began again. "Oh calm down, I'm no rapist. However, my orgy experience has taught me a lesson in discipline and punishment."
Sue went into to her closet and retrieved an item that Emma could not see. "For a brief time in my youth, I attended Saint Elizabeth's School for Girls in Northwestern Ohio. The principal of that institution was a nun named Sister Agatha, and when a girl was sent to her office to be taught a lesson, she had a habit of striking you on the knuckles with a wooden ruler." Sue produced an object from behind her back that was as described in the anecdote. Sue then took a position behind Emma and said, "You need to be taught a lesson. You need to respect Sue Sylvester."
Just then Sue struck Emma on the behind with that wooden ruler. Emma gasped at the sensation of pain. Sue then wound up and struck Emma for a second time, hitting almost the same spot.
After five strikes or so, Emma tried to anticipate the hit and prepare her body to limit the pain. Then an interesting thin occurred. When Emma tried to prepare herself for the next strike, she pressed her whole body into the wood of the desk, and when the ruler next made contact, her lower half bumped directly into the lip of the desk, and Emma felt a reaction that was not entirely pain. When it happened the second time, she felt a twinge of warmth from her nether regions. It seems as though in her attempts to reposition her body to reduce the pain, the desk was now making contact with her clitoris, so that every strike of the ruler send a small jolt of pleasure into her body.
By the 15th hit of the ruler, Emma was becoming very vocal. Her moans were mixtures of pain and pleasure. For the first time in her life, she became aware of a burning desire deep within her that she needed to satisfy. She started to knowingly grind into the hard wooden desk in front of her, trying to find any way possible of using the situation to her advantage.
By the 20th strike the pace began to pick up. Emma didn't mind, she was actually hoping for it. She wanted them to be both faster and harder. She furiously rubbed her body up and down against the desk anticipating the next strike and trying to time it perfectly to get her clit in the right place at the right time.
She had honestly lost count by the time her first ever orgasm reached her. Nothing else in the world mattered at that point; Not Sue, Not the Glee Club, not the germs on this wooden table her face was pressed against. As the pleasure ripped through her she felt alone in the universe, and with that came peace of mind.
Sue had some awareness of what had occurred. She said nothing though. She merely retrieved the handcuff key from its hiding place and released Emma from her imprisonment. Then she put down the ruler and exited her office.
Emma, completely dazed, remained in her exact same position against the desk trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.
…
Kurt Hummel pressed his foot into the accelerator of his car. His head was pounding, his sinuses were congested, and his whole body ached, but he had to ignore all of that. Santana and Brittany needed him. The whole school needed him.
As he was contemplating his own heroism, he failed to notice the giant sign that said STOP. Unfortunately for him, the police were watching that intersection that afternoon. Kurt was greatly displeased to see the red and blue lights in his rearview mirror. As he pulled over, he secretly hoped that this would get over with quickly. His spirits were raised slightly upon the realization that the cop was female. In his experience, women loved cute gay boys; this would be simple.
"Hello Officer! How are you today?"
The cop stared back at him from behind dark sunglasses. "You ran that stop sign."
"Oh silly me. These things happen. Can't you understand that it was an accident? I promise to be more careful next time…"
"No. You will be ticketed and expected to pay the fine." She handed him the slip of paper. "Remember to abide by ALL traffic laws. Hope this experience teaches you a lesson."
The cop depart and then Kurt grumbled to himself, "Santana could have gotten away with a warning…"
…
"Do you think they'll punish us if they find out what happened?" Brittany asked her girlfriend.
"What are you talking about? Who's 'they'?"
"I don't know. Figgins? The government? Our parents?" answered Brittany. "I just don't want to go to prison Santana. My mom and dad made me watch an after-show special about women's prisons, and apparently they use cute blonde girls as currency!"
"B, you need to calm down," said Santana comfortingly. "As soon as Kurt gets here we'll be able to fix this. And even if they send you to prison, they'd have to send me too, so I'll make sure that no one uses you as currency."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Of course, you can be my prison wife." The two girls laughed amongst themselves. "Hey, I love you. Don't be afraid." Santana leant forward and captured Brittany into a heartfelt kiss. Then they just sat there in front of the lockers and waited.
To Be Continued