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She doesn't even get up any more. Defeat accepted. I loved watching he wriggle, but seeing her lie still gave me pleasure as well.
Her body is bruised, her face is swollen, and her ankle has been twisted, but things are only just getting started.
Some teens come up to her and whip their dicks out. She chokes on one of their sausages as the others just start masturbating and taking turns spraying all over her. When she stopped choking on his meat, she choked on his seed.
More came over and this golden goddess praised by the scholars became a pearl statue degraded to filth. She became so covered in juice that no one wanted to touch her.
I ask the teens to leave. The bell has rung, it's over. I want alone time before the next group comes.
“Don't worry my pretty, I won't let this end yet. More will come.”
She just lies there. Defeat accepted. She wiggles a little when I go to hose her off, but soft whimpers is all that comes out.
Her skin is returned to its pale orange complexion.
The next party arrives sooner than I expect. They always were zealous learners.
The populous of 4chan and live chat rooms, they waste no time. Some of /b/ takes instant control to take up her holes. Even her ears are not too sacred from them. The blood that flows out does not phase them. It excites them.
Everyone else either just jerks to the action or talks about unrelated matters. A few members of the guro community decide to try slitting her open with knives and fucking her intestine, but they find she is impervious to physical attack. Many of the /v/ community try casting a level twelve slice spell, but it fails to cast and they are paralyzed for seven turns.
This is when /b/ starts complaining. They yell obscenities at the top of their breath and spew their loads.
They continue their mindless banter and this is when she suddenly starts convulsing. Sporadic and uncontrolled. She spits out the cum and coughs out blood. The room grows with banter from every group and every clique as her internal hemorrhaging grows greater and greater. Blood now flows from every orifice.
I call everyone over. The lesson is done for today.
“Listen kids. You did good today. I'll give you all A's. You all used your knowledge of the English language very well today. Some might say you were slaughtering her, but not I.”
A kid steps up and inquires about all the grammatical errors he saw. “Isn't this wrong?”
“Now, now. You can't look at a language based on what the wealthy want to make it, or some people writing a yearly guide about it. Language existentially doesn't exist, so it only exists in our common reality. This means language is what we agree on, not what we're told. Some teachers tell their students to respect the English language and study it carefully, but this only creates a false impression on what reality is.”
A few students have only just now caught on to zip up their pants.
“I wouldn't be a very good English teacher if I taught such a narrow minded curriculum.”
Another kid has a question. “Will we do the same thing next class?”
“No, I'm sorry. The English language is dead.” She's bleeding on the floor.
Grumpy Grumpies Grumping, No, fuck you
Aug 8 2010, 23:42
