Posted by Anon on December 27, 2003 at 19:47 [203.221.151.205]
The classes had been sitting on the floor for a little over two hours. They had been told by the terrorists that they couldn't leave to go to the bathroom, so the floor was pretty wet with the urine of several different people. Ashley shifted around a bit. She felt a large weight at the end of her colon and she didn't want to mess her pants. What would people think of her? She was the most popular girl in school. The man would have to sympathize.
It was no wonder she was the most popular girl. She was pretty rich and threw a couple of huge parties every year. That got made her pretty famous around the school, but mainly it was because she was incredibly beautiful. She had blond hair to her shoulders, incredible green eyes, flawless skin and a body that just wouldn't quit. She had been blessed with firm breasts and a perfectly rounded behind. She would often flaunt this body in skimpy designer clothes that girls envied. Today she was wearing a blue barrette with a blue bellybutton T-shirt and a matching plaid skirt. She wore black army boots to complete the look. In a word she was perfect- one of those girls that almost always has a boyfriend. One could go on and on, but it would get monotonous after a while.
So she couldn't mess herself. Girls like her didn't go to the bathroom and they definitely never stunk. If she only had to pee, she might be forgiven because so many other people had, but everyone else could hold their bowels. If someone noticed she was unloading in her panties, she'd be humiliated.
"Um... Mister," she tried. One of the terrorists turned around. He clutched his gun tightly. She looked around and whispered, "I kinda got to go to the bathroom." The terrorist looked at the wet floor. Everyone was sitting so closely together it was hard to tell who had peed, but at least 10 people did. She saw his "what's-your-point" glance. "Number 2," she added. Being a foreigner, he again looked at the wet floor. "They went Number 1."
"Sorry, no one leaves," he said and walked over to the door to talk to someone. She knew she had no chance of getting to a bathroom, but she could go behind the teachers desk.
"No, people would know what I was doing," she thought. "And everyone would see it as they left. But the closet..." The captivator's view was obscured by the partially open door. She walked hunched over to the edge of the group of students.
"Don't get up, he'll kill you," a boy warned. She shushed him. She looked at the door again. He could be seen, but he had his back to her. She quickly opened a closet door.
"Damn!" she thought. "Shelves!" She couldn't fit in that closet and panicked as time was running out. She opened the closet next to the one with shelves and the hinges creaked. The man turned around, but she was determined to get in, close the door, and start going before he stopped her. She knew he wouldn't stop her while she was taking a dump.
"What the hell?!" said the terrorist. "Get out of there!" She tried to close the door , but it was stuck. The terrorist was unfamiliar with the room and was not about to leave her alone in the closet where she could grab a weapon of some sort. He was, in fact, pissed that she disobeyed. "I said not to get up!"
"Yeah, but I have to go! Look, I'll just...," she said as she started to pull on the door again. The terrorist had walked over to her in this time and flung open the door.
"Didn't I say...," he started as he brought his hand back to slap her. She shielded herself with her hands, and he stopped himself and smiled. "Come on out." She somewhat smiled as she saw him smiling. She came out. He then frowned. "Get on the table." He pointed at the teacher's desk.
"Can I-"
"Get on the fucking table, bitch!" She ran to the table.
"It has stuff on it." With a swipe of his hand he noisily cleared the table. She sat on it and stared at him for further instruction.
"Lift your dress." She looked around as she slowly lifted her skirt. Everyone in the class was staring at her. She had matching blue panties. "Pull your underwear down." Her mouth hung open in shock. He didn't look like he was kidding. She gasped and almost started to cry.
"I'm sorry. I- I'll just go on myself-"
"Take your fucking panties down!"
"I'll just go on myself!" she yelled back at him, seeing that yelling was all he knew how to do. He pointed the gun at her head and she started to cry. She looked around for someone to save her, but the class was silent. She let the skirt fall back down into place as she slowly rolled her panties to her knees.
"On your hands and knees." She was bawling now and most of the students sympathized. A lot were glad to see her get hers. Part of her luscious behind could be seen by the students. "Pull your dress back up." Tears streamed as she pulled her dress up, or forwards rather, considering her position. She was mooning the class.
"You'll never get your money, you know! You're all going to die!" She said between sobs. She arched her back and straightened her knees to let her waist and legs lie on the table. She closed her legs tight, so the class would not see her genitalia.
"Yeah, I'm sure." The terrorist ignored her comment. He knew that he was going to enjoy this. "Hands and knees." She got back up and exposed her lovely labia and asshole to the class. "Ass up." She tried to move her ass higher. "No," he said and pushed her torso down so she was now on her elbows and knees. Her breasts hung down and her shirt almost touched the desk. Her spine was curved and her ass was accentuated as much as possible. It was beautiful. Her vaginal lips hung slightly ajar. Her black mountain-climbing boots hung off the desk. She hung her head and cried into her arms. "Ah ah ah." He poked the bottom of her chin with the gun barrel. She looked straight forward. And tried not to show emotion as tears streamed down her face. "Now go."
"I can't." The terrorist took out a knife and slashed the arm of a boy in the front, right behind the desk. He screamed and she looked back. "I mean it's hard in front of all these people," she quickly added. He looked at her for a second. Then he tried to cut a girl in the second row, but she tried to guard herself and accidentally hit his hand away. He thought this was intentional and shot her in the leg. She cried as the boy in front of her held his arm. "Okay! Wait!"
She clenched her teeth and concentrated. She gasped a couple of times and a drop of saliva fell from her mouth. Finally, the class saw her asshole expand. A guy in the front shielded himself with his arms. She prayed for death as she defecated in front of about 60 classmates. All she could think about was the ugly losers, that got to see her naked, for nothing. She cried and pushed, cried and pushed. A thick loaf of feces curled from her anus. "I am *still* popular," she thought. "I am *still* the most beautiful girl in the school, no, in the *world*. I have enough money to buy all these people. Enough to have them all killed." Her brown footlong scat log fell to the desk. She had more to go. "I *can* have them all killed. I'll kill them all before they can tell anyone. If I could just escape..." Only a few people looked away. Some students were turned on, some enjoyed every second of her torment, and others watched in pity, not thinking about the fact that looking away would be the best action of sympathy. "I hate them all. They're all a bunch of fucking bitches. I should let that fucker cut them all up." An odor invaded the room as another load crackled and dropped onto the desk. "My life... is ruined...," she thought bitterly, and cried some more.
"Done?" She nodded, teary-eyed. The man rubbed her behind. "Good. You can go back to you place on the floor." She pulled her panties up and straightened out her dress. She tossed her hair as she got off the desk and walked back to her space, trying to maintain dignity. The class was calm again.
She would have moved, but her family went through some harder times and her dad couldn't afford to quit his job. She was not completely outcasted like she thought she would be. Although many agreed she had the most embarrassing and disgusting punishment, rape and mutilation stories of other students and some teachers were retold long after hers. Her display was not forgotten, though. She would never be as popular as she once was. Strange as it may seem, not too many people came when she started throwing parties again. Teenagers can be so cruel.
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