I don't own Overwatch.
I have mentioned in passing that Overwatch High has a martial arts class right? It's taught by the Shimadas but varies on the day. Genji will teach hand-to-hand martial arts, unarmed combat, and such, while Hanzo will teach armed combat, like Kendo or Archery, just the basics though if we wanted to pursue actual lessons we were encouraged to join the clubs that they also taught.
Still, today's class was particularly rough. It was Mr. Genji today and he decided to use me to demonstrate some judo… I regret everything. For about half the class I imagined that he finally figured out that Angela spent a good deal of time with me after school, during school, and just in general…
But no, he was just apparently pent up from a lack of Angela (who was in Switzerland speaking at a conference) and decided I was sufficiently capable of taking his abuse. He thoroughly apologized to me (he certainly didn't need to) after the class and told me he'd talk to Mr. Lucio about letting me skip his period so I can rest in the nurse's office.
So as I made my way to the nurse's office, thoroughly expecting either Mr. McCree or Lena to be there I was legitimately surprised to see someone completely and utterly new. Wearing a dark-colored, purple lab coat and long black high heels, she turned to face me showing off an almost evening dress-like clothing beneath the coat.
She was tall and thin, with supple legs surprisingly longer than the rest of her body. She had short red hair and surprisingly two different colored eyes, red and blue… that was kind of cool. But almost immediately she had this air of danger that I just couldn't place, and I knew instantly that I wasn't going to have a good nap.
She smirked at me, I hoped it was because she was trying to be friendly and not eat me. "Hello." She said, and I detected a note of Irish in her accent. Neat. "Can I help you?"
I stared at her for a moment, "Um… I'm not sure? Who are you?"
"I'm the new…" her mouth twitched slightly as she hissed out, "Assistant-" before returning to her apparently normal voice, "-Nurse… Ms. O'Deorain."
"Assistant nurse?" I asked surprised watching her blue eye twitch slightly.
"Yes. It turns out that there must always be a medical professional on the school grounds when in session, and with Angela…" she hissed again at her name, "Gallivanting off everywhere Mr. Reyes asked me to start filling in until I've been giving a more permanent position…"
"God help us all…" I said, at the mention of Vice-principal Reyes' name.
"Pardon?"
"Sorry, nothing, reflex…" I said quickly, limping towards the nurse's bed, "Sorry. Ms. O'Deorain I need to sit…"
A thin elegant eyebrow rose and she got to her feet, suddenly she was surprisingly professional"Alright. What's the matter? Stomach ache? Twisted ankle?"
"A class as Mr. Shimada's practice dummy…" I mumbled, and she chuckled good-humouredly. Although she still managed to sound like a mad scientist.
"Ah… then I'll not give you a hard time…" she said in her melodious accent as she felt my forehead and unfortunately, or at this point naturally, she gave me a good look down her dress at her cleavage. "I can give you something for the pain if you like." She said not noticing my gaze.
"No, I'm just a little sore… Mr. Shimada said to rest for a period." I replied, she rolled her eyes and clacked in her high heels towards a drawer at the nurse's desk.
"Name please?" she asked professionally. She was apparently writing down my presence on a slip of paper as in a report.
"Scott Snow." I said and she paused, eyeing me suddenly with a very knowing look.
…Oh god damn it.
"…I've heard a lot about you from Mei…" She said conversationally, her voice echoing in my head hypnotically "You helped her out with some… experiments I was sponsoring?"
"…No…" I said firmly
Oh sorry. I meant that in my head.
She grinned rather mischievously at me, and slowly closed her desk drawer. "The infamous Scott Snow, I must admit I didn't expect to meet you so soon. Ms. Zhou is very fond of you, telling me all kinds of stories about her favorite student…"
I sighed, I wasn't going to provoke anything this time. I felt too sore to do anything anyway. "I'm sure she's just embellishing everything she says…" I gingerly lay down on the nurse's bed. Flinching as my body screamed at me in agony and I regretted not taking her offer of painkillers.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" she asked, intently watching me adjust myself on the bed as if examining me. "It will be no trouble…"
Suddenly the pain hit me like a truck, and finally, I relented. "I… guess so…" I moaned, I heard the water running briefly, filling up a plastic cup, she then pulled open the top drawer of her desk and shook out a pill from a bottle before she flowed over to me like an ominous specter.
That should've been my first warning.
She handed me a pill and the cup of water and I immediately down both without question, I groaned as she took the cup from me and tossed it into the waste basket at her desk before sitting back down on her chair, watching me intently. She waited patiently for a few moments as I squirmed on the bed, the painkillers hadn't taken effect quite yet.
"How do you feel?" she asked eventually, taking out a notepad and apparently prepared to write something down with my response.
"The same…" I cringed as my muscles screamed their anger at me painfully. "Which still kinda sucks…"
"Hmmm…" she frowned thoughtfully, crossing her extraordinarily long legs one over the other as she continued writing on the notepad. "Let me know if anything changes…" she said, staring at my face intently with a strange hungry look in her different-colored eyes.
That should've been my second warning.
"Okay… why would…" I turned my head and I realized immediately something was wrong. I couldn't move my hands, or my legs, in fact, the only thing I could move was my neck. "I… I can't move…" I said suddenly, my panic increasing immediately, "I can't move! I can't move!" I repeated and immediately she was next to me, stroking my head with her long fingers.
It would've been nice if she looked concerned, but right now she seemed more fascinated than anything. "Really? You've gone paralytic?" she frowned in thought, "Well that's unexpected…" she went back to her notepad and wrote something down on it before walking to the nurse's door and locking it.
"I can't move!" I screamed at her horrified, "What did you give me!?"
"A new pill I was going to have Mei look at for me…" she said absently, smiling at me rather fondly, "It's always nice to have another pair of eyes…"
"You used me for an experiment!?" I shouted indignantly at her. at least when Mei did it she warned me first.
"Well… does your body still hurt?" she asked dismissively.
"I don't know! I can't feel it!!" I screamed at her. but she just smiled and examined me with her eyes up and down my paralyzed body, "Why the hell would you even do something like this!?"
"Well it's always good to test on those we already know the pills work on…" she smiled, and her eyes lingered on an increasing bulge in my pants, and suddenly I noticed it too. Why the hell was I getting hard!? "Well now…" she smiled, prodding my increasing erection with one long elegant finger, "There's the desired result."
"Oh come on?!" I roared indigently at my dick. Then with obviously practiced skill, my belt was unbuckled and my boxers were pulled down and my erection was free, on display, and about one size larger. "…That's not right…" I mumbled, a little amazed at the increase.
"Hmm?" she hummed fondly, prodding my dick inquisitively with a finger. I throbbed reflexively and I hissed, it seemed like I was extra sensitive. "Ah…" she smiled at me as my dick leaked pre-cum. "Hold on a moment." She sashayed seductively to the desk again, bending over to display her rather nice backside as she fiddled in the top draw. Pulling out a red-wrapped condom she quickly ripped the packaging with her teeth, spitting it towards the door as she returned to me.
"You just happen to have a condom in the drawer?" I scowled at her.
"This is Angela's…" she noted bluntly before skillfully slipping the condom on my hard-on. Feeling her hands stoke my length unintentionally as she wrapped me. I fired, unable to hold myself back and filling the condom slightly. "Oh!" she laughed happily, clapping at the response, "Now that's a result!"
"Seriously?!" I demanded very annoyed now, "Fix me!"
"Shush!" she replied coolly and in any other situation, I might have enjoyed this. But she gripped my length and began stroking, we were barely a minute in before I fired again filling the condom further as she watched. "Sensitivity is up…" she noted audibly before poking the ballooning condom, "Amount is something to be desired, but stamina seems…" I fired again and she smiled, "…Wonderfully increased."
"Don't forget I'm paralyzed!" I screamed at her but she rolled her eyes and continued the handjob.
"Easily fixed…" she added simply as the condom began filling further to the point that it was almost the size of my fist, "Ah… that might not be…" she noted fondly before ceasing her stroking and carefully tying off the condom. She held it close to her face, smiling cruelly at me as she bounced it carefully, "Look at all of that… in just a few minutes too. We'll need to work on that…" eyeing the fact that I was still rigorously hard she returned to the desk, callously tossing the condom into the trash as she received another one from the desk.
Not noticing that my fingers began to twitch, the paralysis was wearing off. She chuckled darkly as she returned, slipping the condom on me and my cum fired instantly again, "Such a quick shot. I'm beginning to wonder if it's the drug…" I kept firing and firing, filling the condom with my load. Until it couldn't take anymore, "I must admit that the consistent rigidity is impressive. We'll have to look into that…" she tied off the condom again and bounced it in her hand, "It's so full… just think of the outcome if this was inside a woman."
"Are you volunteering?" I asked coldly, feeling full movement return to my hands.
She laughed and leaned close to my stiff member, blowing on it teasingly, "Of course not… this is for science after all. Do I look like Mei to you? Do you think I just can't resist the infamous Scotts Snow's dick? Don't flatter yourself. You want this a lot more than I do…" she leaned closed to my cock, looking me in the eyes as she opened her mouth wide as if to inhale it down her throat, letting her surprisingly long tongue flap tantalizingly close to it but not inserting it…
And there was my opening…
I was sitting up, my body returning to full function as I wrapped my hands firmly into her hair and shoved cruelly into her open mouth as she shrieked in surprise. "You use your mouth for an awful lot of talking…" I hissed, slamming into her throat as she gagged and choked, pinching her jaw open so she couldn't close her mouth as I used it like an ona-hole. "Let's make it do something more useful." I fired into her mouth, she coughed it back up.
"Hey swallow that!" I hissed angrily, continuing to thrust as she slapped my legs and body feebly. "You're making a mess!" she groaned desperately as she smacked me harder and harder, desperate for air as I buried my length to the hilt and shoved her nose into my balls as I fired again. "Fuck yeah!" I hissed as she spilled more seed onto my length instead of swallowing. Finally, I let her head go and shoved her away as she scrambled onto the floor. Coughing violently as I got off the bed and grabbed her head again.
"What was that you asked me? 'do you look like Mei? No, you don't…" I said coldly, as she continued to cough and struggle as I aimed my cock at her mouth again, "I treat her a lot nicer than I'm going to treat you…"
"Wait-" she managed to get out desperately before I slammed deep into her mouth again. burying myself to the hilt as she feebly slapped at my legs and inhaled my scent through her nose.
"Suck dick!" I demanded angrily, thoroughly venting my rage and frustration into her mouth as I fired again, "Swallow that load!" she spluttered it out and it only angered me further, "Hey! You did this! Accept responsibility!" I demanded as I pulled her hair and rode her sloppy face. "You going to learn that my load goes in you bitch!" I roared at her as she tried to scramble away from my oral assault only to be pinned with her back against the desk and nowhere to escape.
"Swallow it!!" I demanded and fired into her mouth; finally, she learned and swallowed my load, looking up at me in hate. "Oh don't look at me like that…" I scowled, smacking her face lightly as I pulled away and rubbed my cock humiliatingly on her face. She tried to reach up at me but I slapped her hands away and began stroking. "Actually… look at me like that." I scowled and gripping her hair I came all over her face until she was crisscrossed with thick white seed. "Lick my dick clean." I demanded, and when she refused I slapped her, hard enough for sound and a point but not to leave a mark.
She gave me a long shuddering lick, with eyes filled with defiance and then I felt a strong pinching sensation on my left butt cheek, and then everything went oddly hazy...
I felt horrible as my eyes opened and stiff as a board I sat up on the nurse bed; fully clothed, not really rested, and aching all over from bruises unmentioned. "Ugh…" and now my head hurt. "What the fuck?"
"Language Mr. Snow…" came Nurse O'Deorain's voice as she looked at me, "…How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been trampled on…" I groaned, shifting myself off the bed she helped me to my feet, "Ugh how long have I been out?"
"About two periods; Don't worry I've explained everything…" she said professionally, "The day is almost over Mr. Snow and I imagine it has not been a good one." She grabbed a bottle of Advil off the desk and held it before me, "Can you have these?"
"Yeah…" I replied as she supplied me with one.
"Drink a lot of water and go home Mr. Snow…" she said surprisingly kind, "I'll arrange for any homework you should receive to be sent to you…"
"Okay…" I replied, annoyed at the ringing in my head as I headed towards the door, "Thanks Ms. O'Deorain."
"Come back anytime Scott…" she said smiling mischievously. "Although I can't recommend being used by Mr. Shimada as a punching bag to sleep through two periods…"
I blinked at her, "All I did was sleep?" I replied distractedly, "…Man my head hurts."
"I'm afraid so Scott…" she said simply, "You lied right down and fell asleep. I wish I could do that…" she laughed, "Now off with you…" she said carefully leading me out, "I've got quite a bit of work to take care of before I'm done for the day…" and with a strange lick of her lips, she calmly shut the office door.
I groaned slightly, tilting my head down and closing my eyes as I rubbed my temples to ease the pain, once I opened them again I paused. There on the floor was a red wrapper of some sort. I frowned and picked it up, scowling angrily I tossed it in the trash. Everybody knows Mr. McCree doesn't clean up trash after 12 o'clock. why does everyone in this school only seem to make messes? I wonder to myself while scratching my left butt cheek.
End