Mr. Eladio was sitting behind his desk in his office, preparing everything for his masturbation session, which would take place at 11 am before his lunch. But first, he had to give his morning speech, and he was looking forward to it. He had prepared a little poem for the students, and he hoped they would like it.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, give me a kiss, and I will give you my piss," he said with a tear in his eye. It was a masterpiece, a work of art.
Rea Mertesacker, on the other hand, was not in the mood for poems. Ai-chan had diarrhea due to the new virus in the city, the Caca-Virus. This meant her anal training would have to be delayed, and she wouldn't be able to host her anatomy classes this week. The purchase of her new car would have to wait.
She walked out of the auditorium, her Lord Farquaad haircut bouncing with every step. "Stupid virus," she mumbled.
"Oh, yeah," Mr. Eladio remembered, adjusting his pants. "Beware of the new virus. The government says it's been brought by illegal immigrants. Stay safe, and if you see an immigrant, please report him to the police." He went back to his masturbation ritual, completely unaware of the chaos he had just caused.
The students went crazy and began to target all the foreigners in the school, beating them up and reporting them to the police. They dragged a young Mexican girl to the bathroom and raped her. They beat up an Indian boy and blamed him for the virus.
The police arrived and took all the foreigners away, deporting them back to their shitty countries.
Meanwhile, the boys from class C were surrounding Kristen. "But I'm not an immigrant!" Kristen cried, displaying his ID card. "See? I was born here!"
"We don't care," one of the boys said, kicking him in the stomach. "You're ugly enough to be a filthy foreigner." They beat the shit out of him.
Jean Pierre was trembling in the classroom. He was safe as long as he stayed inside, but the moment he stepped out, the boys from the other classes would attack him, too.
"Can I stay here forever?" he asked, looking at Mr. Hilter.
"Listen, kid. When you came to this country, you knew the risk. You have to be strong and fight back. Or at least, run fast." Mr. Hilter believed in the survival of the fittest, even though he had no real strength himself.
"But I'm white, monsieur Hilter. I'm French!" he cried, showing his baguette.
"Sorry, boy, but by the latest decree of the president, France is considered an African country."
"WHAT? NO!" Jean Pierre was shocked.
Macron had gotten rid of all the white people in France, replacing them with Africans. This had angered the president of Razdef, who had declared that shithole was no longer a European country.
"Putain! Macron you fils de pute!" Jean Pierre was furious.
Kristen arrived, his pants gone, and his cock had been circumcised to make him look like a Jew. "Sorry I'm late," he said, his face bruised, his eyes swollen. "The boys from the other class beat me up."
"Shut up, you stupid ginger," Mr. Hilter said. "Sit down and listen to my speech."
Kristen went to his seat and sat down, his ass hurting from the beating.
In class A, Pedro, the inquisitive Mexican boy, hadn't been attacked yet because Rea owned every student there, and in order to rape Pedro or anyone, they'd need to pay her first.
And nobody was willing to pay 1000 euros to beat the shit out of a beaner, so Pedro was left alone. "One day, he has to take a shit, and when he does, we'll get him," Shantonio said. He and Camacho were leading the Anti-Immigration Crusade in the school.
The days went by, and the hysteria continued. The virus kept spreading, and more people began to shit with high frequency. The sewage system in the poorest districts couldn’t handle it, and the streets were flooded with fecal matter.
In the higher districts, the situation was better. Even those who had caught the virus could afford to clean up their messes and take care of themselves.
The President of Razdef ordered the immediate closure of all borders and commanded that every immigrant have their asses plugged, to stop their shit from infecting the citizens.
He was on live television. The amazing president, Totoro The Great. He was tall and fat, a very big man with fangs and dirty teeth. The movie My Neighbour Totoro was based on him and his adventures with the little girls who lived next door.
Despite being a pedophile, Totoro was a good man at heart. He wanted the best for his country. He wanted to protect the little girls of Razdef from the filthy foreigners.
In his speech, Totoro explained how the Caca-Virus was the result of an international conspiracy to weaken Razdef and destroy its purity.
“The Jews keep sending us their dirty immigrants. They’re the ones behind this. They want to make us weak; they want to turn us into a cesspool of filth and degeneracy. That’s why we have to stop them.”
The crowd cheered. The TV cameras focused on him. He was a hero.
“That’s why I’ve decided to close the borders for 14 days and seal the anuses of all the immigrants of Crysalton.” He took a paper from his pocket and read the instructions. “If you were born in another country, and your skin is darker than the average Razdefian, then you must report to the nearest Castration Center in your city. You’ll be plugged, and you’ll be given a permit that allows you to walk around freely.”
Everyone clapped, especially the white ones. Jean Pierre, who was at home, smiled. Finally, a good decision by a president.
“The buttplugs must be kept on for 14 days, after which they will be removed. We’ll use this time to clean the streets and disinfect the city. We’ll also use this time to round up the illegal immigrants and send them back to their own underdeveloped countries.”
“HAIL TOTORO!” someone from the crowd screamed. The crowd roared, and the chanting began. “SIEG HEIL! SIEG HEIL!”
After his speech, the governor had to go see her superiors, the League of Milfs. The three women who actually ruled the country. He was a mere puppet with no real power.
Only Nadia was in the nuclear bunker where they met. She was sitting on her throne, wearing a Pikachu onesie.
Totoro bowed to her and spoke in a trembling voice, “Did I do well?”
Nadia nodded and spoke in a deep voice. “Yes, you did. And for that, I’ll give you back your son.”
She snapped her fingers, and 2 servants carried the ugly boy’s torso on a silver plate. The boy had a smirk, and he looked happy, his tiny cock pointing upwards.
Totoro took the torso in his arms and cried tears of joy. He had his baby boy back, finally! He inspected his boy: his nipples were erect, his belly was bloated, and his cock was fully erect. The boy was in a state of arousal, which meant someone had been touching him.
“Who has been playing with my boy?” Totoro roared. “WHO HAS BEEN PLAYING WITH MY SON?!”
Nadia laughed and pointed to the corner of the room where a dwarf stood, holding a pair of tweezers. “The boy ordered me to do it,” the dwarf said, trembling.
“Oh…” He stared at his disgusting son. “Is that true?”
“Yes, it is,” the torso said. “I’m sorry, Father. I couldn’t help myself.”
Totoro sighed and shook his head. His son was a pervert; he knew that.
2 years ago, Totoro had made a mistake. He had disobeyed Nadia and tried to rule the country as a dictator. She had not been pleased with his actions and had decided to punish him.
First, she had ordered her soldiers to cut off his son’s arms, and then his legs. The boy was now nothing more than a torso with a head and a small penis. Whenever Totoro misbehaved, the torso would be sent away, and he would have to earn it back. This happened quite often.
Totoro carried his son back home in a trash bag and placed him in his bedroom inside a large wooden chest. There, he would be safe until his next masturbation session. But for now, the boy would remain trapped, in the darkness, with no arms, no legs, and no freedom.
TO BE CONTINUED...