Beware of Spam!

Chapter 2
Next Victim

“Damn Liz! Always has mess up my jumps!” As you may have guessed, Sammy Cougar wasn’t exactly in a good mood. At the moment, she was heading home straight from cheerleader practice, which had been, as she had kindly put it “The worst practice in history! Why I don’t cut every last one of you is beyond me!”

All the other girls had just groaned. The day Sammy had taken over as head cheerleader, all of them had begun to notice a change in their plays. While before, the goal had been to show off their team spirit and to cheer on the team to victory, all it consisted of now was different ways to make Sammy look good. Whether it was perching her at the top of the pyramid, having her straight out in front so she obscured the rest of the team or just slight changes in the uniform to ensure the head cheerleader showed as much of her figure as possible, while for the others it was the complete opposite. Sure, Cathy had been receiving mysterious A’s that she hadn’t deserved, but she hadn’t been even half the tyrant that Sammy was! As they watched her strut off the field in a huff, many of them silently wished that whatever had been befalling their classmates as of recently would strike her down next.

Be careful what you wish for. It might just come true.

Ten minutes had passed before Sammy pulled her car into her empty driveway. Like usual, no one was home. Sammy’s dad had been called into a business trip about a week ago and wouldn’t be back for at least a month, which was usual considering he spent most of the year away from home on business trips. Her mom worked as the head nurse at the nearest hospital, which meant that on most nights she would be home really late. Her workaholic parents suited Samantha just fine because, like most teenagers, she couldn’t stand her folks. Whenever they were around, they were always trying to dictate her life, telling her not to smoke, don’t do drugs and not to drink or even go to a raging party at her friend’s. And, also like most teenagers, Sammy had ignored every word of it. When she wasn’t out getting high or stumbling home stone drunk, she was draining her parent’s financials dry behind their backs with her obsessive shopping and need to look perfect.

Locking her car behind her, she stepped into her empty house, immediately heading towards the kitchen. More specifically, the fridge. Swinging the door open, Sammy began to rummage through its contents, muttering to herself, “Where is it? Please tell me she didn’t find it!” After another minute of searching, she found what she was looking for. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary steel water bottle, stowed at the back of the fridge behind the milk and leftovers from the week before. But on the inside, was an extremely strong brew of vodka, of the moonshine variety. A guy at school named Bent (who had been in and out of juvie at least three times) had cooked it up for her in exchange for certain...unmentionable favors. He claimed that after only half the stuff, she’d get the same effect as 6-7 beers.

With flask in hand, Sammy dashed upstairs towards her room, taking a sip of her “miracle drink” as she did. Before Sammy had even reached her bed, she could already feel a slight buzzing make its way through her skull. “Wow...this stuff really works.” As the buzzing feeling began to overtake her, Sammy stripped down to just her panties and bra, tossing her dirty uniform on her bed in a mangled heap behind her. Giggling like an excited schoolgirl (which she was), she took a seat in front of her computer. After waiting a minute for it to boot up, Samantha immediately started checking her messages. Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, the usual for a teenage girl. Once that was done, she went straight to her email account to check her messages.

There was only one new message, which was unusual. The heading read “Lose weight the easy way!” With a heading like that, Sammy immediately knew what it was. “Spam.” Without a second thought, the junk was erased from her inbox, never to be seen again as it was buried in the deepest pits of her computer. Or...so she thought.

About five minutes (and two sips of alcohol) later, the slight pin of a new email echoed from her speakers. The senior schoolgirl opened her inbox again, only to be greeted by the familiar sight of the same email she had just deleted. “Not again!” For the second time that day, the message was gone within the minute, hopefully for good this time.

But it seemed that this was the email that just wouldn’t die. Every five minutes or so, the spam would magically resurface back into her inbox. This was then followed by her immediately deleting it and the process would start again. After a half hour of this loop, Sammy had ingested a reasonable amount of her “miracle beverage” and not only was she extremely giddy, but her judgment was beginning to become impaired. So when the mysterious message reappeared for maybe the seventh time, Sammy decided that she would just open the damned thing. I mean, it was only an email, what harm could to do?

Famous last words.

The first thing that happened when she clicked the message was her video player opened, spreading to cover the entire screen. She was soon greeted to a black screen with a lone white dot in the center. Written within the dot were the words “Stare at me!” in bright blue writing. With nothing better to do, the inebriated girl focused onto the dot, staring at it for a few solid seconds with zero response.

“Come on! Do something alread-“

She never finished that sentence. Instead, a bright flash of white light erupted from her screen, nearly blinding the girl. This was soon followed by a string of flashing lights in different colors, much like the kind you’d see at a rave. Each flash only lasted a second or so before being replaced by another. After a dozen or so flashes, the whole thing looped and began again.

Sammy sat near motionless in her seat, her eyes seemingly hypnotized by the lights emanating from her computer screen. Her pupils had dilated to an almost insane degree, making them appear almost non-existent. Her mouth hung open, a single line of drool hanging from her lower lip. On the outside, she looked to be frozen in shock. But inside, she was on fire.

Shortly after the first flash, every single cell in her brain seemed to have been thrown into a state of extreme overdrive. Pulses blasted from neuron to neuron like a lightning storm, creating a mix of pain, excitement and euphoria that echoed through ever nerve in this young girl’s body. Nothing compared to this feeling, not even when she had taken several hits of ecstasy during a party that had left her feeling light headed for days. The steel water bottle slipped from her hand, crashing against the floor and spilling her drink onto the carpet. But that was the least of Sammy’s worries as both her hands gripped the edge of her desk hard enough to leave a mark, as if to brace herself. After another loop, her breathing suddenly became rough and choppy, as the half-naked schoolgirl began to pant in ecstasy.

During all this, Sammy was trying hard to think through the chaos. One part of her was practically crying out “Why is this happening?!” , while another part was telling the other to shut up as she basked in the intense emotions coursing through her skull. She could feel herself approaching climax as the flashes on her screen turned into a frenzy of colors. The world around her had long since disappeared, melting into a blur of colors and shapes where nothing else mattered.

As another loop finished on screen, one last burst of white light erupted from the screen, bathing Sammy’s whole body in light. At the height of it all, a sharp pain jabbed deep within her brain, like someone had stabbed an ice-pick deep into her skull. An explosion of emotions ricocheted against ever nerve in her body, finalizing the experience. The rays of light were sucked back into the monitor as the screen was soon replaced by a void of black as the system completely shut-down.

Then...nothing. Sammy remained motionless in her chair, her eyes trained on her now blank monitor. A line of drool continued to drip down from her gaping mouth as the look of a deer caught in headlights played across her face. Her grip loosened on her desk, but only slightly, not once causing her to even twitch in her chair. The almost ghostly silence was only broken a few seconds later, by the sound of...running water? One would assume the sound would be from the water bottle Sammy had dropped, but the rest of her moonshine had already spilled onto the carpet below. No, if one were close enough to see, they would have been shocked to see a dark stain spread across the bright pink fabric of the young girl’s panties. Sammy was wetting herself! The flow continued for another moment as most of the alcohol she had consumed not long ago was expelled from her body, flowing into her chair and spilling small amounts onto the already wet floor. As the wet fabric clung to her skin, Sammy’s gaze finally drifted from her blank computer screen, down towards her soaking panties.

Now, pause for a minute my dear reader. Samantha Cougar is an extremely popular teenage girl, who managed to finally get her driver’s license roughly two and a half months ago. As the replacement head of the cheerleader squad at her school, she had an image to uphold. In a normal situation, finding herself clad in wet panties while sitting in a puddle of her own urine would most like result in her leaping up from her chair and screaming her lungs out, nearly scaring her neighbors half to death. She would then go to great lengths to remove any and all evidence, such as cleaning the carpet within an inch of its life and disposing of her dripping undergarments before blanking the episode from her mind and returning to her life.

Well, I’m sorry to say, but if you were expecting just such a reaction, then prepare to be greatly disappointed.

Sammy took one look at her soaking crotch and...started giggling. This wasn’t a laugh of a drunken girl, more than a giggle of silliness. Releasing her right hand from her desk, her thumb seemed to gravitate towards her mouth, which she began to almost automatically suck on. From behind her thumb, she mumbled the words “ Me wet!” before rocking back and forth in her chair. This managed to off balance her enough to knock her from her seat and fall onto the carpeted floor below. As the initial shock of falling over wore off, the teenage girl in appearance began to bawl her eyes out, kicking her legs up in the air as she did. Tears streamed down her face as she wailed like an infant waiting to be fed or changed. In fact, if one were to compare the two, they would notice an onslaught of similarities between Sammy’s current state and that of an 18 month old infant.

Her cries lasted for a good ten minutes, yet her neighbors paid no heed to them. They figured the girl next door was throwing some kind of fit over a boy at school or having been denied access to a party at a friend’s. Eventually her cries stopped as she fell into a deep sleep, her thumb still present in her mouth as the schoolgirl sucked it in her sleep. Sometime later, Sammy’s bladder once again filled up with the remaining alcohol in her system, before being released just as quick. The flood flowed into her already sticky undergarments and pooled into the carpet beneath her. She didn’t even stir from her slumber.

And that, my dear reader, is exactly how her mother found her upon arriving home a mere two hours later.