It isn’t worth the risk. You can’t stand the idea of pleasuring the boy that just put your best friend through an agonizing death, but you think Alice would understand why you have to do this. And even if she didn’t, well she’s poop now.
You shudder at the thought, amazed by how calloused you’ve become. You move from your desk and drop dutifully to your knees before him, ignoring his smug grin. You take a breath, staring with hidden revulsion at his penis, thick and throbbing. You open wide and plant your lips over his shaft, bristling internally as he grips your head with one hand. You begin moving up and down his cock, pleasuring him with a sad expertise. The boys snicker has they watch, but you block them out, focusing on doing your job right. You wouldn’t want him unsatisfied with you. You bob your head like a good girl, taking his dick all the way back to your throat, despite the discomfort. You don’t want to give him any excuse to kill you, regardless of who your father is.
You continue like this for a moment or two, dimly aware of Fanny’s suddenly frantic shrieks of terror as Mr. Sherman takes over finishing her off, gulping her rump down aggressively. Better her than you, you muse. Slowly, you begin to relax. Looks like you’ll survive this classroom after all.
Then Jackson farts. A fat, rippling poot of gas blasts loudly out into your face, and you almost gag. The crowd of males bursts into laughter, jeering and mocking both you and the fart that used to be Alice. Your eyes full with tears, both from the shocking stench of the fart, and from the horrible reality it represents.
“Yikes, sorry about that. Your bitch friend is making me stinky,” Jackson prods. You know he did it on purpose. “At least you’re reunited now.” He toots again, the stink even worse than the last. You stop servicing him for half a second, stunned by the stench. “I didn’t say you could stop,” Jackson growls, and begins ramming your head back and forth along his shaft. “Does the smell bother you? That’s the sweet stink of a woman being used properly, you stupid cunt! This is what she was always meant to be!” He grunts and farts again, a long “FFFFFFFBBBBBBBT”. Your head literally spins, and all you can do is let him assault your mouth until he cums. Your whole head hurts, but you suck it up and suck it down when he spurts his seed into your mouth. He groans and relaxes, popping his penis free. Streaks of tears coat your face, more from the smell than anything, but he takes offense. “How dare you cry?” he demands, slapping you hard in the face. You fall to the ground and lay still, submitting to the abuse. Unfortunately, this leaves your ass up in the air, which turns out to be too much of a temptation to the other boys.
By the time class ends, four other boys have had their way with you, and your whole body aches. The pain is bad, but you’ve had worse, and more importantly, you’re alive. Fanny is still alive too, made evident by the shrieking wails of agony and horror emanating from the teacher’s terrifyingly fat belly. She still has many hours of torture to go before she dies. Sherman takes it slow.
“Put yourself together, girl. You’ll be late,” he says idly, ignoring his lunch’s pleas for mercy as you wobble to your feet. “Tell your father I said hello.”
You murmur a respectful acknowledgment and limp from the classroom, leaving Fanny to boil.
You stop at the bathroom to clean up, taking a few moments to compose yourself. More than anything, you want to just lay down and go to sleep, shutting out the world for a little while, but the day has only just begun.
“I hate Mondays,” you complain, wincing in discomfort as you make your way to the door. Your next class will be starting soon.
At the lockers, you catch sight of another of your friends, Giselle. She’s a strange young woman, with wiry black hair, thick glasses, and a short, curvy frame. Usually she’s spouting nonsense about male oppression and rights for females, but currently she’s being spit roasted between two such male oppressors, one dicking her pasty ass, the other ramming his cock down her throat. She hangs limply between them, panties and skirt around her ankles, face bright red. Presently the pair of them reach climax, and shove the abused female to the ground, laughing. After they’ve left, you help her to her feet, pulling up her panties for her.
“One day,” she chokes hatefully, quivering with rage. “One day they’ll all be sorry...” You just shake your head and say nothing. That kind of attitude makes flab of many females. “Th-thanks, Mandy...” she mutters, wiping her mouth.
“Mhm,” you reply. “Giselle... take it from me, your dad’s influence can only protect you so much... you gotta watch your attitude.”
“Oh, sorry,” she snapped. “Didn’t realize I offended them while they were shoving their meat in my holes.”
“Shhh!” You hiss, glancing around. “L-look, I understand. Trust me.. I do. I just had to suck Jackson’s cock while he farted in my face. Alice farts.”
“N-no, don’t tell me...” Giselle gasped, dismayed. “Oh... oh Alice... poor Alice... she was so scared of being eaten... that fucking monster! Did he at least make it quick for her?”
“Um,” you stammer, knowing that she will likely see through any lies you tell to soften the truth. “No... he made her suffer.”
Giselle remains quiet for a moment, then spat, “Let’s go, I don’t wanna be late.”
Your other classes are much less eventful, as both you and Giselle manage to slip under the radar. Mr. Denver lectures the class on the importance of punctuality, speaking over the sobs of a girl that walked in as the bell rang, while ignoring several boys that were several minutes late. Giselle clenches her fist next to you, and you sigh, wishing you shared her passion. You are long past raging over the harsh inequalities of this life. You just want to survive.
And survive you do, at least until lunchtime. You and Giselle sit down together with your trays,keeping a wary eye out for any nearby males.
“This was done to us on purpose. This isn’t natural,” Giselle is saying. You nod along, hardly listening. “Someone is behind this, and one day I’ll find out who.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Gizzy?” You groan inwardly as Hailey sits down across from you. You like Hailey. She’s a smart, funny, confident girl, who always seems unconcerned with the death surrounding her and the strong likelihood of a toilet in her future. Even so, she has a way of bringing out the worst in Giselle, by entertaining her nutty conspiracy theories.
“Someone engineered this! Someone evolved men to have the desire and ability to eat us. There’s no way things just evolved this way. I’ve been reading lately, and guess what?” She leans in and whispers conspiratorially. “Boys aren’t the only thing eating girls. A walrus swallowed a marine biologist whole not too long ago, and was able to completely process her. Digested her like she was nothing. Same thing happened to a little girl in Florida. Snapped up by an alligator, digested alive, nothing but poop and a few bones left. And I heard that over in Africa, a single hippo swallowed 17 tourist women at once.... leaving the men.”
“Geez, that must have been a huge turd,” Hailey muttered, and you wince.
“This is serious!” Giselle fumes, slamming her fist on the table. “Forty five years ago, human females suddenly became the most sought after food item in the world. Men start eating us out of nowhere, and now animals too. This doesn’t happen on accident!”
“Hey, I’m with you Gizzy. I agree,” Hailey says, throwing her hands up.
“Don’t call me Jizzy,” Giselle mutters.
Hailey shrugs with a good natured smile. “Well, what’s up? Other than female mortality rates?” Giselle’s face reddens with anger, opening her mouth, no doubt preparing to chide Hailey for her cavalier attitude.
“Not much,” you interject, before she can start another tirade. “Just surviving. What about you?”
“Pretty much the same, except my father won’t save me from a pubescent belly, like you two. Must be nice.”
“My father wouldn’t care,” Giselle says bitterly.
“Yeah, but boys are still afraid to eat you just because of who he is. No one wants to mess with Sheriff Norwood.”
“Doesn’t stop them from treating me like a jizz rag!” Giselle retorted hotly. “How many boys have had their way with you today?”
“None, actually-“
“That’s what I thought. Ask Mandy how her morning went.”
“Yeah, having an important dad doesn’t save you from everything,” you agree.
“Huh. I stand corrected,” Hailey admitted, pursing her lips thoughtfully. “Say, where’s Alice?”
“Eaten,” you sigh, blinking back sudden tears.
“Not Alice!” Hailey gasped, and you nod bitterly. “Fuck... she was such a sweet girl... I thought the boys liked her.”
“They did,” you say dryly, rubbing your eyes and sniffling, composing yourself. “A bit too much.”
“Yeah, they liked her all right,” Giselle spat. “They a farmer likes a cow, or a butcher likes a pig. Fucking monsters.”
A heavy silence follows, as the three of you finish lunch quietly. A few tables away, you see Harry, the football team captain and quarterback, stuffing Sarah down his throat, a cheerleader that had been his girlfriend up until a few seconds ago. Her screams are drowned out by the indifferent babbling of voices around her, and soon muffled by his greedy gullet. You keep her head down, avoiding the eyes of any potential predators.
You dislike the cafeteria. It’s a stressful environment, crowded with bustling bodies and loud voices. On top of that, a girl can go from eating lunch to bring lunch in a flash, as demonstrated by the now digesting Sarah. You usually like to leave as soon as possible, to get away from the chaos and danger, but you also like to stick together with your friends as much as possible. Walking the school grounds alone is not safe, regardless of your familial ties.
A group of middles schoolers is being marched through the cafeteria now, on their way to some activity. The boys look around with eager excitement, while the girls’ eyes dart nervously around the room, frightened of the older boys. A senior you recognize as Freddy is walking back from the kitchen with his second helping. He’s an obese boy with ugly round features and dirty blonde hair. His beady eyes fix on a little blonde girl, no older than 5th or 6th grade. Hardly breaking stride as he intercepts her, he reaches down with one hand and pulls down his pants, baring his bottom. The young girl turns her head just in time to see a huge pair of flabby ass cheeks envelop her face. Her squeal of terror is immediately muffled has her entire head slips up his boodie. Her body is dragged kicking and thrashing behind him like a lingering bit of toilet paper. A peal of laughter rings from the middle school boys as the watch their former classmate get gobbled up by a fat bottom.
You grimace, unable to imagine a more horrible fate than sliding up Freddy’s stinky bottom to your death. Giselle clenches her fist, pressing it against her lips, eyes shut.
“Big yikes,” Hailey quips, then pinches her nose comically. “Poor girl. Right up the pooper. Gosh, that must be stinky, especially a fatty like that. Not as stinky as she’ll be in a few hours, eh?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Giselle hisses, enraged. Hailey’s wry smile fades as Giselle explodes in her face. You cast a wary eye about the room and place a cautionary hand on your friend’s arm. She ignores you.
“That little girl is about to die, surrounded by shit and nasty, pulsing flesh, while her body is crushed and mashed into waste, and what do you do? You laugh, fucking laugh! Tell me, what’s funny about an innocent child being boiled alive and squished like a grape inside a heartless, disgusting gorilla’s colon?!”
Hailey is quiet for a moment, and for the first time since you’ve known her, her blithe, affable persona drops. She furrows her brow.
“I don’t have the luxury of being angry, Jizzy. I don’t have any protections. No guarantees. You and Mandy can afford to be angry, to be outraged at the injustice. I just want to joy the time I have.” Hailey points over to the doomed child’s feet, just as they disappear forever between Freddy’s buttocks. “That’s all I have to look forward to. Honestly. If I survive the year, I’ll be amazed. While you two go on raging against the system, I’ll be stinking up some dickhead’s asscrack. The best thing I can hope for is that he won’t boil me alive for two days in his belly before he lets me die and melt into fucking slime.”
Giselle looks down, suddenly abashed. You reach a hand across the table to Hailey. She hesitates for a moment before taking it.
“If it makes you feel any better, Hailey, I feel the same way. I just want to enjoy the time we have... and I always appreciate your good attitude.”
“Thanks Mandy,” Hailey smiles, meeting your eyes. You’re surprised to see a faint sheen of well contained tears, and you feel her hand quivering in yours. She’s just as afraid as you are, you realize. “Just.... remember me. After I...” she trails up and swallows, shaking her head, and suddenly the old Hailey is back. “Ehh, never mind. A smelly turd is a smelly turd, no matter who remembers it, huh?”
“Stop it,” you chuckle.
“Sorry Hailey,” Giselle said sullenly, “It wasn’t you I was mad at, not really.”
“It’s okay, Jizzy,” Hailey said with a wink.
A sudden squeal from the other side of the room brings your attention to a girl name Denise, a very attractive junior, being hoisted onto a table and ploughed in the ass by a freshman, a short, skinny boy named Nolan. He must be well endowed, because Denise is not taking her punishment well. Her squeals and and wails and pleas will probably earn her a horrible death after Nolan finishes with her. You’d really rather not be here for that. You’ve seen enough death for the time being. What you’d really like is to spend your remaining lunch break in the peace and quiet of the library. Your friends, however show now signs of leaving, and it makes you nervous to go alone.
How will you proceed? Sit through the torture or try to slip away?
