He punishes the Smoker! (17 years old)
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
bobascher1
The Janitor gritted his teeth. Smoking is disgusting and resulted in a mess he had to clean up. Cigarette ash won’t come out of anything. He knows as he has a butt receptacle spill all over him just yesterday.
Walking towards the girl, he could see it was Hazel. Her pink sideswipe, leather jacket and torn jeans were unmistakeable. She had a pretty face until she put metal clips all over it.
Raising the ray, he only has a moments remorse as he zapped. A flurry of wrapping papers and lighters fluttered to the ground like confetti around the 4 inch tall grunge.
Drawing close he saw this short kid named Malcolm that had a crush on his new pet. He had been caught in the same blast. Without a thought he smashed Malcolm much like a spider.
Hazel looked up at the Janitor as he collected the various smoking paraphernalia she had dropped. She then watched as he picked up her phone and ear buds. With a disgusted look on his face he yanked the bud from his ear and shoved it in his pocket.
“Horrible taste in music along with that horrible pastime. If you weren’t so pretty, you’d truly be hideous.”
Hazel felt a mixture of emotions, none were positive and she began to ball her body up.
“Take all that metal off your face, doll.” Hazel started to protest but the Janitor slammed the ground and barked, “Now!” It took several minutes but all of the metal was removed. “You have a very sweet face, Hazel. I assume you cover it in that garbage because of wanting to be rebellious against your wealthy parents.”
Hearing a shuffle coming up from behind, the Janitor snatched up his new pet and stood up. While Hazel was in his palm, he rubbed his thumb over her body. His whole hand was slightly behind his thigh to hide its contents.
“Janitor what were you doing?” asked the full vice principal. She was dressed smartly but was well past her prime. She was no where the treat his new Hazel doll would be after he cleaned her up.
“Cleaning up after a student who was smoking.”
He grimaced as the administrator pulled out her own cigarette and began to light up. “Unfortunate that. Hey isn’t there some toilet you need to clean?”
Hazel was grunting from the tension in the Janitors hand from this insult. She felt herself shoved into his pocket and a metal device pulled out of the same pocket. A familar ozone snap filled the air. Her pocket universe was compressed and twisted as the Janitor bent down to pick something up. The metal object returned and he withdrew a piece of her wrapping paper and a lighter.
The Janitor held the pudgy bottle blonde in his fingers as he studied the wrapping paper. Laying her down in it, he licked the edge as he had seen in movies and make a little principal burrito. He licked the free edge, including the face sticking out. This resulted in a spat from him as she tasted like cigarettes and cheap perfume.
The woman cigarette just whimpered unable to form words. “You know, thank you for reminding me that smokers get smoke breaks and non smokers don’t. That’s an incentive for me to take up this disgusting, health wrecking pastime, right?”
The sobbing continued. “Right?” He yelled at the tiny wrapper woman. All she could muster was a nod. “Thanks for being my first smoke. I am sure your ashy skin and bottle blonde hair will light right up.”
Inserting her feet into his mouth, the Janitor brought the lighter to her hair. As he expected it quickly flashed and the whimpers were replaced with shrieks of pain. As he inhaled he sucked her shoes from her tiny feet and coughed to expel them.
Returning back to her feet In his cigarette, he realized between the untasty cheesy taste of her toes, the burnt hair and flesh smell and the woman’s continued screams that this was not a pleasant experience.
Snagging his pretty Hazel from his pocket, he showed her the principal cig. “Now my doll, should I continue my smoking experiment or should I stop?”
The cutest little voice he had ever heard begged him to stop. Taking one last drag off of his cig, he blew the putrid smoke in her face. “Ok my pretty, but we are going to take those nasty clothes from you and clean you up. If you fight me, I might have a craving relapse.” He kissed Hazel and carefully placed her into his breast pocket. They he quickly hugged her to his chest.
Looking at his cigarette, he saw the flames had essentially extinguished once all her hair had burnt off. Her scalp was badly burned. “What should we do with you, old hag?”
Walking towards the girl, he could see it was Hazel. Her pink sideswipe, leather jacket and torn jeans were unmistakeable. She had a pretty face until she put metal clips all over it.
Raising the ray, he only has a moments remorse as he zapped. A flurry of wrapping papers and lighters fluttered to the ground like confetti around the 4 inch tall grunge.
Drawing close he saw this short kid named Malcolm that had a crush on his new pet. He had been caught in the same blast. Without a thought he smashed Malcolm much like a spider.
Hazel looked up at the Janitor as he collected the various smoking paraphernalia she had dropped. She then watched as he picked up her phone and ear buds. With a disgusted look on his face he yanked the bud from his ear and shoved it in his pocket.
“Horrible taste in music along with that horrible pastime. If you weren’t so pretty, you’d truly be hideous.”
Hazel felt a mixture of emotions, none were positive and she began to ball her body up.
“Take all that metal off your face, doll.” Hazel started to protest but the Janitor slammed the ground and barked, “Now!” It took several minutes but all of the metal was removed. “You have a very sweet face, Hazel. I assume you cover it in that garbage because of wanting to be rebellious against your wealthy parents.”
Hearing a shuffle coming up from behind, the Janitor snatched up his new pet and stood up. While Hazel was in his palm, he rubbed his thumb over her body. His whole hand was slightly behind his thigh to hide its contents.
“Janitor what were you doing?” asked the full vice principal. She was dressed smartly but was well past her prime. She was no where the treat his new Hazel doll would be after he cleaned her up.
“Cleaning up after a student who was smoking.”
He grimaced as the administrator pulled out her own cigarette and began to light up. “Unfortunate that. Hey isn’t there some toilet you need to clean?”
Hazel was grunting from the tension in the Janitors hand from this insult. She felt herself shoved into his pocket and a metal device pulled out of the same pocket. A familar ozone snap filled the air. Her pocket universe was compressed and twisted as the Janitor bent down to pick something up. The metal object returned and he withdrew a piece of her wrapping paper and a lighter.
The Janitor held the pudgy bottle blonde in his fingers as he studied the wrapping paper. Laying her down in it, he licked the edge as he had seen in movies and make a little principal burrito. He licked the free edge, including the face sticking out. This resulted in a spat from him as she tasted like cigarettes and cheap perfume.
The woman cigarette just whimpered unable to form words. “You know, thank you for reminding me that smokers get smoke breaks and non smokers don’t. That’s an incentive for me to take up this disgusting, health wrecking pastime, right?”
The sobbing continued. “Right?” He yelled at the tiny wrapper woman. All she could muster was a nod. “Thanks for being my first smoke. I am sure your ashy skin and bottle blonde hair will light right up.”
Inserting her feet into his mouth, the Janitor brought the lighter to her hair. As he expected it quickly flashed and the whimpers were replaced with shrieks of pain. As he inhaled he sucked her shoes from her tiny feet and coughed to expel them.
Returning back to her feet In his cigarette, he realized between the untasty cheesy taste of her toes, the burnt hair and flesh smell and the woman’s continued screams that this was not a pleasant experience.
Snagging his pretty Hazel from his pocket, he showed her the principal cig. “Now my doll, should I continue my smoking experiment or should I stop?”
The cutest little voice he had ever heard begged him to stop. Taking one last drag off of his cig, he blew the putrid smoke in her face. “Ok my pretty, but we are going to take those nasty clothes from you and clean you up. If you fight me, I might have a craving relapse.” He kissed Hazel and carefully placed her into his breast pocket. They he quickly hugged her to his chest.
Looking at his cigarette, he saw the flames had essentially extinguished once all her hair had burnt off. Her scalp was badly burned. “What should we do with you, old hag?”
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