TITLE: Kennedy High's Restroom of Horror Vol.1
AUTHOR/FB: snarlsnout@yahoo.com
PAIRING/RATING/WARNING: None/"R" for a brief Non-Consentual opening and ~shocking!~ violence.
DATE: Oct 2004
DISCLAIMERS: Ryan Murphy/Gina Matthews/Touchstone/etc.
ARCHIVE: www.realmoftheshadow.com (Thanks Kim)
SPOILERS: Built around a couple of S2 eps--"I Know What You Did Last Spring Break" and an earlier one..."Timber"
SUMMARY-A/N: Simpsonesque/Urban Legendy Halloween Horror!
AGAIN W/ THE WARNING: Begins w/ non-consentual bondage scenerio; ends w/ character's horrible disfigurement!
The blonde thrashed violently on the bed. The cold steel cuffs digging into the soft skin of her wrists and ankles. The foul rag stuffed in her mouth (and secured with duct tape) permeated the brief measures of oxygen she managed to inhale thru her nose. Her vision of the crazed, leering figure towering her over was blurred by her tears and mascara.
The more she squirmed and struggled, the more excited the two men lurking in the darkened corner became, egging on her antagonist--
"Yeah! Rip her blouse open!"
Her attacker claws at her expensive silk blouse sending the buttons flying and exposing her full bust straining in the confines of her black lace bra. Her wriggling and ragged breaths only accentuating her heaving chest.
"H-H-Hot! Now her gag--I wanna hear her scream!"
Tossing her head repeatedly from side to side, she still couldn't avoid injury as her attacker scratched at the saliva-soaked rag and tape, ripping it off entirely in one brief, excruciating move. Gulping for air, and free of at least one restraint, the terrified blonde pleads for mercy--
"Oh Mah Gawd y'all--Noooo!!!!"
"Now--Peck her! Peck her!" Godfrey animately instructs the Booze Cock Monster as cameraman Baffa zooms in for an extreme closeup. "Who's your daddy?!?"
"Cut!" He is momentarily distracted by his cell phone. "I'm sorry, who is this? I see...OK guys wrap it up-- Santa Monica Vice Squad's en route. And apparently someone tipped off PETA as well."
The two men open the garage door of the U-Stor-It and toss their minimalist movie equipment into the trunk of a 20 year old beige Volvo as a huge chicken attempts to hunker down in the back seat. Mary Cherry watches silently, her patented "perplexed" expression maximized as the door closes, leaving her...caged.
She tugs at her bindings and screams for "Haylp!" for a good 20 minutes before bringing into focus--
"Nicole Julian! Am Ah eva glad to see you! As y'all can plainly see, Ah've found mahself in quite the perilous pickle."
"Indeed." Nicole smiled sinisterly as she clutched the hem of Mary Cherry's skirt and ripped it open to the waistband. She wantonly winked at the shaken Southerner. The snap her fingers summoned a bald, mousey looking man dressed in white scrubs and a surgeon mask...Mary Cherry suddenly experiencing a terrifying flashback of childhood surgery traumas in Switzerland. The last thing she was aware of as the Nitrious Oxide began to kick in was Nicole kneading her thigh; massaging her calf, and whispering--
"You owe me a knee Cherry--but don't worry, yours will be replaced with this state-of-the-art "Monica Kneel-o-matic 5000"," she sneered, ratcheting the primitive plastic prosthetic in the bound blonde's horrified face...
Mary Cherry awoke groggily many hours later--a faint shaft of sunrise (or was it sunset?) catching her eye. She stretched out of habit, only then realizing that she was now free of her shackles. A sudden wave of panic as she sat up, clutched her right leg and witnessed the jagged 6 inch scar curled around a "bulbous abnormality". Pinned to her thoughtfully provided hospital issue nightgown was a note from her former fellow Glam azon--
Dear Donor--In respect of your religious convictions, you no longer need to feel embarrassed when performing the splits. Love, Nicole.
Even more dazed and confused than usual, Mary Cherry swung her body slowly out of bed and gingerly attempted to put some weight on her tender tendons...
*SNAP!* Her legs buckled--one fore, one aft. Nicole had her new mechanical knee installed backwards!
Sorry. ;oP
The End
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