"School Terminations" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/7KG3tb3p Created on: Tuesday 3rd of March 2020 01:08:48 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:03:35 AM UTC School Terminations Kelly stepped through the glass doors, never to set foot in this high school again. She took a deep breath as her hair, a stream of orange down to her waist, fluttered in the breeze. Her outfit consisted of a blue sweatshirt, wrapped snugly against her athletic body, mountainous breasts curving out, a pair of tight jeans left little of her firm legs and round ass to the imagination, and pink flip-flops. “Wait up!” Mister Jenkins, assistant to Miss Hamilton, rushed through the doors behind her. He was an overweight man in his forties, balding, in a flannel shirt and khakis. “You need stay with me. I have to make sure you don’t try to run off.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah…,” Kelly rolled her eyes, “maybe you should keep up.” The man scowled and opened his mouth to say something. Probably realizing it was pointless, he merely shook his head. Kelly turned and trotted briskly down the walkway, Mister Jenkins waddling behind her, to a small red building. She always knew she’d end up in there one day, though she would always joke with her friends that they would be the first to go. A buzzard went off as Mister Jenkins pushed the metal door open. Kelly entered without a word. The door closed behind her, with the assistant making his duck-walk back to class. The room wasn’t how she imagined it. It was no different than a normal office; white walls and ceiling, tiled floor, illuminated by a row of florescent lights, and a speaker on the wall. There was a receptionist near the entrance, two maroon couches along the walls, and another steel door near other end of the room. A few random paintings and fake plants were strewn about for decoration. Kelly approached the window. The lady, a slim blonde in her thirties, looked up from her computer, lips smacking on the chewing gum in her mouth. “Name and grade?” She droned. “Kelly Smith, Eleventh Grade.” The receptionist typed the information into the computer. “Take a seat and wait for your name to be called.” Kelly headed over to the couch. There was four other girls in the room. Kelly only knew one of them, and she was hardly surprised that Monica was sitting there with only white latex panties and a pair of black socks. She was an Asian lady, curvy, but not fat, D-cup breasts, which she displayed proudly; jet-black hair, which normally fell down to her thighs, was tied up in a bun. She held a huge jug of orange juice between her legs, half empty; if Kelly had to guess, she drank most of it in this room. “They finally got you?” Monica shouted. Kelly plopped down on the couch next to her friend. “Yup!” She replied. “I kinda forgot about it being Termination Day and knocked the shit out of Miss Hamilton. She wouldn’t let me text my boyfriend, even though it was his birthday.” Monica laughed. “I wish I could’ve been there to see that. She’s always been such an uptight cunt.” She downed another gulp of juice. The speaker crackled, and a woman’s voice spoke. “Faye Glover!” A brunette on the other couch started sobbing as she walked towards the back door. “Yeah. But, that’s okay, my boyfriend has already vowed to avenge me.” “Oh?” “Before they confiscated my phone, he told me when Termination Day comes up for guys, he’s going to show that Miss Hamilton. Then we can be reunited in the afterlife.” “You think he’s going to murder her or just rape her tight little bitchy cunt?” “Both. Miss Hamilton might be a bitchy little cunt, but she’s a sexy bitchy little cunt. I know I’d rape her.” “That ain’t no lie.” Monica lifted the bottle to her mouth, guzzling orange juice until a few drops remained. “Jane Glover!” Another brunette, identical to Faye, left the room. “So, I see you decided to go out topless?” Monica looked down at her half-naked body. “Haha! Yeah. Actually, this is the reason I’m in here.” Kelly tilted her head. “You mean, you stripped in class? Or did come out of the showers after P.E. and realized too late that your forgot your clothes.” She snorted. “Oh, heavens no. I showed up to school like this. Figured it was only matter of time before I ended up in the Office of Termination, so I decided they’d send me here for something people will be talking about for years to come.” “I’m sure they will be. At least, until Kevin is terminated for raping and murdering Miss Hamilton. Though, I’m surprised I didn’t see you in the halls.” “Nah. As soon as I got here I went into the boy’s bathroom. I was in there until it was almost lunch time.” Monica had to cover her mouth to suppress a fit of giggles. “I can’t even remember how many got to touch my tits. Even blew six of ’em.” Two guys fucked me, and one gave me this orange juice for letting him stuff my twat. Still feel their semen dripping from my twat." Instinctively, Kelly slipped her hand into Monica’s underwear and fingered her pussy. When her hand emerged, a stringy mixture of semen and cunt juices dripped from her index and middle fingers. She stuck her index finger in her mouth, slurping loudly as she swallowed her friend’s tasty treat. Monica giggled as Kelly’s tongue licked at her finger until the taste of sex juices were gone. “How’s it taste?” “Fucking delicious!” She then stuck her middle finger in her mouth, cleaning it as she did her index. “So, how did you get caught? I guess one of the boys snitched, or a teacher walked in.” “Surprisingly, no. I eventually got bored and went to class. Mister Conway was practically stuttering as he sent me to the Office of Termination.” Kelly finished licking her middle finger, then whimpered when the taste was gone. “You know what I’ve always wanted to do, but never had the chance to do?” “What’s that?” “Eat out another chick.” “You offering?” “Uh huh.” Kelly nodded. “Monica Natsui!” “Ah, goddamnit!” Monica and Kelly shouted in unison. “Well, gotta pass on your offer, unfortunately.” She lifted herself up and headed for the door. “Would you have accepted if they hadn’t called you back?” Monica looked back and sighed. “Yup.” Then she disappeared into the other room. Kelly was left alone with the receptionist and a petite black girl. “So…,” Kelly said as she looked at her companion. “Sorry, I’m not into girls,” the black girl said. “Fair enough,” Kelly responded as she sat back in the couch. After a few seconds of boredom, and with mere minutes to live, Kelly slipped her fingers into her jeans and started rubbing her pussy. She started slowly, and allowed herself to delve into fantasy. “Alicia Brooks!” The black girl shuddered. Her sobs filled the room until she too disappeared into the other room. Kelly began masturbating more frantically, eager to reach the last orgasm of her life before it was too late. She was moaning loudly, though the only other person in the room was completely unfazed by this. Finally, Kelly screamed, and kicked out wildly. The pleasure of her last orgasm spread throughout her body and consumed her. Her hand emerged from her pants, sexual fluids once again dripping from her fingers. A new girl, brown bushy hair, black polo and blue checkered skirt, was standing at the front door, staring at Kelly with a smirk on her face. She was clearly trying hard not to snicker. Apparently, Kelly was too engrossed in her fantasy to hear the door open. “Hey, I was bored.” Kelly proceeded to lick her own sticky treat from her fingers. “I’ll bet. Guess I know what to do with my remaining time.” She approached the receptionist and introduced herself as a freshman named “Wednesday Little.” “Kelly Smith!” The intercom lady called. “Well, guess it’s my time.” Kelly stopped before entering the door, and removed her top. Her tits plopped down as she lifted her sweatshirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. “It was getting a little too hot.” The next room was a small concrete chamber, with several nozzles and hoses hanging from the ceiling, and a large drain in the center. The nude corpses of Faye, Jane, Monica, Alicia, and two unknown girls, were stacked on a cart. Blood caked their lips, and poured down the sides of their cheeks. The clothes they wore were piled into a bin; Kelly could see Monica’s underwear, now featuring a large yellow stain around the crotch. A man stood next to the drain, watching her enter. His outfit consisted of a plain white polo shirt covered by a blood-stained apron, and beige pants. He clutched a nail gun in his right hand. “Good afternoon Miss Smith. Any last requests before we get on with this?” Kelly nodded. “I just want to get it over with. I hate waiting.” “Very well, then. Open your mouth and I will send you to your maker.” She opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes as the executioner pressed the nail gun against her lips. Kelly’s eyes closed as she felt a warm sensation in her pants, which quickly streamed down her thighs. He fired, sending a nail through the roof of her mouth to be lodged in her brain. Kelly’s twitching body hit the floor, with bloods gushing from her mouth. The executioner immediately went to work undressing Kelly’s corpse. Her flip-flops and piss-soaked jeans ended up in the bin with the remaining clothes. Once her body was thoroughly rinsed off, Kelly was tossed onto the cart with her friend. The executions were briefly paused while he moved the corpses to a freezer, adjacent to the execution chamber. The cart returned, empty and ready for fresh victims. Wednesday Little was called minutes later, to begin filling it again.