Third Deconstruction by Aborigen, 20SEPT00

Revenge of the 50? Teenager in an Ill-Defined, Abusive Relationship with No Apparent Legal Recourse or Self-Defense Mechanisms Whatsoever

Once there was this really hot late-teenage chick who lived at home with her abusive father or step-father or boyfriend. Something like that. He hit her a lot and beat her and sometimes did strange things to her that he?d make his own little nicknames for. And also he would call his friends and talk to them about her and she would get scared and embarrassed and make him meals. For some reason she never went to the cops or tried to contact an abuse shelter. It also never occurred to her to poison his meals since she was making all his food for him and he ate it all unquestioningly, and she also never thought about running away. It?s like she felt trapped but actually she had the keys to the house and could have left at any time but chose to stay for unclear reasons.

Anyway, one day things were getting worse and her father or boyfriend or whatever was planning on doing something really nasty to her. Okay, he already did really nasty stuff to her, but this was going to be really nasty, and as with everything else in her life all she could do was quail and tremble about it but not, you know, actually fight back or defend herself or just leave. It?s kinda weird that way. But anyway, that day was coming slowly but surely and she had plenty of warning about it and a pretty good idea of how bad it was going to be, and she didn?t want it to happen.

And then some kind of alien force from a planet entirely populated by angry women came down from the heavens and chose to give her a powerful device to help her get revenge. It might have made more sense for them to destroy a male-dominated corporation or take over the government or something, since they obviously have superior technology and think nothing of intervening in alien races? lives, but instead of doing something like that that would have caused real change in the world, they decided to focus on one hot teenage chick and give her the benefit of their mind-boggling technology.

It was some kind of piece of jewelry like a girl might wear, but something sexy like a necklace so that when you talked about it you could also mention it hanging between her succulent breasts, or a toe ring. It wasn?t a gun or a chemical weapon or an injection or a power generator. It was something pretty and effeminate because apparently that?s the range and extent of power-mad man-hating exclusively-female alien races. Dainty stuff.

So then the day came when the really mean guy, the father or cousin or neighbor or whatever, was going to do his really bad thing. So he came downstairs and started yelling at her and hitting her and stuff and started to take sexual advantage of her. Oh, and the man-hating female aliens didn?t tell the girl how to work the pendant or brooch or whatever, they just said it would "change her life." Like that?s a really clever allusion where most of the humor comes from its understatement, because it?s actually going to violate the laws of physics and render everything familiar completely foreign and unalike anything it was before. Subtle, eh?

So he started yelling and punching at her and then the necklace or tiara or butt-plug started to glow and the guy?s like, "Whoa, what is this?" and he swore at her some more but then she started to grow to something really huge, a really big size. And of course her clothes don?t grow with her (silly female aliens! So short-sighted in their thinking!) so there?s this really enormous hot naked high school senior chick standing in the living room except the house is like a doll?s house to her and she crashes through the ceiling. Liberally sprinkle text with adjectives here.

Also, being that big suddenly makes her very horny so she grabs the guy who, like, she totally hates and starts making out with him. You?d think that after all this abuse she?d start to loathe him and maybe feel shame for her own body for making him do that stuff to her, but she doesn?t. Apparently she can only liberate herself from him by becoming the sexual object he demanded she become, you know, subscribing to his rules. That?s what frees her. But that?s awfully complex so we won?t get into it. She just rubs him all over her nipples, this guy she detests, she places him in her private places, mushing him into her breasts and stuff. And then she breaks through the house and starts masturbating with him in the back yard, in front of all the neighbors and stuff, but nobody thinks to call the police. Maybe there are no police in this world or something. But she starts fucking herself with him like a dildo, introducing him to her distended labia, somehow forcing this much weaker, flimsy, struggling little wet noodle of a person through her dry vulva, and commences to pumping him with vigorous strokes into her suddenly well-lubricated vaginal passage. And, despite being sexually abused all her life and using some scumbag as a sex toy, and despite being completely naked outside and 50? tall and standing in front of all the neighbors, she still manages to achieve orgasm and enjoy it.

Oh, the guy dies too, he is crushed to death in the constriction of her vulva, or by suffocating in her copious vasocongestive lubrication. She tosses the corpse down in the back yard and laughs about it, declares her power over all the male species, muah-ha-ha.

And that?s that. Nobody reports the murder, the girl shrinks back down to normal, and goes on living in this caved-in house with no visible means to support herself, in a neighborhood where everyone saw her kill some guy with some relationship to her through the most freakish means possible, and everyone?s cool with it. Maybe she?ll do it again, maybe she won?t, but if this were a movie it would focus in on the girly jewelry hanging between her succulent breasts right now as the credits roll, and maybe Iggy Pop?s playing. Or Everclear.

The End.