"I guess I'll just have to smash you like I do to other bugs. Sorry John, but then again, I guess bugs don't really have names, do they?"
She didn't wait for a response before she lifted her left foot high into the air. Not that you would have answered; you would have begged for your life. Screamed for mercy. But cockroaches don't have the vocal cords to speak. As her stiletto's shadow loomed overhead, you realized just how useless of a bug you really were. Hell, you were worse than your average bug. Bugs could actually USE their damn le-"
Your thoughts were cut off as Ms. Ishihara slammed her foot onto your helpless form, exploding it like an overripe melon. Your exoskeleton was flattened and your body reduced to a gooey mush. She slammed so hard the picture frames on the desk nearby tumbled over and the man downstairs woke up from his sleep.
Hearing the satisfying crunch of victory, your former Vice Principal dug her foot deeper into, rubbing what was left of you into the carpet. It would be harder to clean, but it was too good a feeling to pass up. Her crotch started to quiver as her own excitement mirrored yours from not ten minutes ago. Legs quaking, she went an invited her guest in, offering him the same drinks she had to you.
The man, notice the small stain on the floor, politely pointed it out.
"Oh, don't worry," Ms. Ishihara said, "It was just a bug."
She didn't wait for a response before she lifted her left foot high into the air. Not that you would have answered; you would have begged for your life. Screamed for mercy. But cockroaches don't have the vocal cords to speak. As her stiletto's shadow loomed overhead, you realized just how useless of a bug you really were. Hell, you were worse than your average bug. Bugs could actually USE their damn le-"
Your thoughts were cut off as Ms. Ishihara slammed her foot onto your helpless form, exploding it like an overripe melon. Your exoskeleton was flattened and your body reduced to a gooey mush. She slammed so hard the picture frames on the desk nearby tumbled over and the man downstairs woke up from his sleep.
Hearing the satisfying crunch of victory, your former Vice Principal dug her foot deeper into, rubbing what was left of you into the carpet. It would be harder to clean, but it was too good a feeling to pass up. Her crotch started to quiver as her own excitement mirrored yours from not ten minutes ago. Legs quaking, she went an invited her guest in, offering him the same drinks she had to you.
The man, notice the small stain on the floor, politely pointed it out.
"Oh, don't worry," Ms. Ishihara said, "It was just a bug."
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July 28, 2023
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