"High Stakes Testing: Hanging, impalement, semi-cons, public"
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Created on: Sunday 26th of June 2016 06:51:16 PM CDT
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High Stakes Testing: Hanging, impalement, semi-cons, public
« on: June 25, 2016, 08:53:55 AM »
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Hi guys, long time lurker, first time writer. Enjoy. Or not. Y'all don't tell me how to live *my* life.

Annabelle Blue and the four other senior girls are quiet in the classroom, every one of them knowing what is about to happen - SAT scores this low. Age of legal termination... ____ High was about to hold a public execution. Annie's older sister had told her about last year's events, in every vivid detail. It was as clear as day in her mind. The twenty two students who had earned a failing grade were gathered into the auditorium and stripped, or were stripped. Either way, they were stark naked, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, by the time the students filed in. A row of young men and women,standing on a series of chairs set at the edge of the stage. A row of nooses hung ominously behind them. The looks on their faces struck Annie to her core. Some had been crying - their mascara was running. One girl on the far left looked defiant. The rest looked somber. Resigned. After a brief speech from the principal, about "raising standards" and "accountability," he left the stage to Mr. Crowley, a 12th grade homeroom and history teacher armed with a pen and clipboard. 

He started at the far left of the line. "Avery, Linda."
Nobody could hear Linda's response.
"Louder, Avery."
She hesitated. It takes a lot of courage to speak in public, particularly when it is both your first and last time. "present, sir."
"And?"
She hesitated again. "And I... I'm ready to die... Sir."
"Mathematics, 126. Reading comprehension 172. Essay 34. Combined SAT score 332. Is this correct." A statement, not a question.
"Y... yes sir."
In a single fluid movement, Mr. Crowley slipped the noose around her neck, kicked her chair to the ground, and tugged her to the side. Ahh. Rails. Rope and all, the girl slid left as she began to kick. With an audible clunk, the rope stopped, but she kept swinging as her small body thrashed and contorted as she struggled for air. Crowley moved on to the next student. Another girl. 
"Davidson, Eizabeth." 
"Present, sir." Without missing a beat, Rachel spit in his eye. "I'm ready to..." Mr. Crowley abruptly shoved off the stage, and she was grabbed by a much larger boy in the front row. She screamed, involuntarily, as she was mercilessly bent over the stage, and the boy opened his fly. Her screams were cut off by a swift kick from Crowley's steel-toed boot, and replaced with much quieter sobbing.
"Use her till the end of the ceremony, Johnson. Then she gets to join in for the finale." He moved on to the next student. 
"Eaves, Thomas..."

Half an hour later, the executed students were all dangling. Avery had long since strangled, but "Zvonar, Alexandra" was fresh and kicking. "Thank you for your patience, class, despite the delays..." He looked pointedly at the victimized, cum-splattered Elizabeth. "So without further ado, let's begin our second round of executions."Thunderous applause. That was even more unnerving - how many people saw this as natural, normal. Something to be commended. As he finished speaking, a group of senior boys rolled out another platform from backstage - a sort of stepladder leading to a trapdoor. With a dildo sticking out from the top. "Johnson, Barker, enough fun, let's get Davidson up here, shall we?" She put up no resistance. In some ways she looked almost grateful. Even when Johnson and Barker adjusted her over the device. She cried out as they forced the dildo into her ass, and Crowley began adjusting settings on the side of the machine. "Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you, the Vladimir mark ten!" At the pull of a lever, the trapdoor gave way, and the two boys forced their weight onto her shoulders. Her agonized scream as the blunt dildo tore through her intestines rang through the now-silent auditorium, until it was accompanied by two thousand jubilant shouts... And through it all rang the voice of Mr. Crowley. 

"Miss Blue? Miss BLUE!" Mr. Crowley brought his fist down on the desk, snapping Annie back to reality. "What part of 'strip naked' is so hard to understand?"