The Queen of the Institute: Part 4

After experiencing multiple orgasms in the men's room, I lay on the floor, panting and shivering, as cold sweat ran down my skin. My body was exhausted, but my mind was still buzzing with restless energy. However, just when I thought I had reached the climax of my debauchery, a sudden new pain began to surge in my stomach. At first, it was only a mild discomfort, but it quickly intensified, becoming a sharp twisting that made me fold in on myself.

-Ugh! -I groaned, bringing my hands to my belly. The pain was excruciating, as if something inside me was about to explode. My bowels were churning, and a sense of urgency came over me. I knew what was coming, but this time there was no way to control it, possibly because I had eaten from the garbage.

With difficulty, I crawled toward one of the toilets, but before I could reach it, the pain became too intense. My legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor, unable to move. Then, with a guttural, wet sound, my body gave way. Explosive diarrhea erupted from me, drenching the bathroom floor with a hot, fetid liquid. The smell was nauseating, but I couldn't stop. My body kept convulsing, expelling more and more waste, as I moaned between sobs.

-Ahhh!” I cried out, arching up as another wave of diarrhea poured out of me. The brown liquid sprayed across the floor, splattering the walls and urinals. I, completely out of control, wallowed in my own mess, feeling the shit stick to my skin, my hair, my entire body. The men's room, already in a deplorable state after my previous acts, was now a veritable hell of filth and stench.

When the pain finally began to subside, I lay on the floor, covered in excrement and sweat. My breathing was ragged, and my body trembled with exhaustion. But, to my own surprise, I felt no shame or revulsion. On the contrary, a sense of satisfaction came over me. I looked around me, observing the chaos I had created, and a crooked smile spread across my face.

-This... this is art,” I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath of the stale bathroom air. The smell of shit and urine surrounded me, but I inhaled it as if it were the sweetest scent in the world. I felt powerful, liberated, as if I had broken all the chains that bound me to normalcy.

With an effort, I lifted myself off the floor, feeling the shit dripping from my body. I looked in the mirror, and my reflection came back to me: a figure covered in excrement, with matted hair and eyes shining with madness. But in that moment, I looked perfect. I was my masterpiece, my creation.

-I am... beautiful,” I whispered, touching my stained face with trembling fingers.

Then, I remembered the plastic tube I had used before. With a wicked smile, I picked it up from the floor, wiping it superficially with my hand. Without a second thought, I inserted it into my anus, feeling the cold plastic slide inside me. The sensation was strange but exciting, and a moan escaped my lips.

-Yes!” I cried out, pushing the tube deeper. My body responded with a new shiver of pleasure, and my mind clouded with the euphoria of my own depravity.

Then, I remembered Daniel's backpack. With quick, **** movements, I opened it and pulled out the markers inside. With trembling hands, I began to scratch my body with obscene phrases and words. “Whore,” ‘Slut,’ ‘Bitch,’ ‘Shit,’ ‘Poop,’ ‘Piss,’ ‘Dirty,’ ‘Depraved,’ ‘pervert’ ... each word was a cry for freedom, a declaration of my new identity. I branded my breasts, my belly, my legs, even my face, turning my body into a canvas of obscenities.

When I was done, I looked in the mirror one more time. My body was covered in shit, urine, and obscene words. It was a grotesque sight, but to me, it was the embodiment of my true self.

-I'm ready,” I muttered, with a satisfied smile.

With a firm step, I walked out of the men's room, carrying with me the nauseating smell of my debauchery as I played with my breasts and pinched my nipples. The hallway was empty, but not for long. The bell rang, and suddenly, the classroom doors opened. Students began to file out, laughing and talking, until their eyes fell on me.

Silence took over the hallway. Everyone stopped, looking at me with a mixture of horror and amazement. Some held their noses, others recoiled, but no one could take their eyes off the scene in front of them. I, covered in shit and obscene words, with the plastic tube sticking out of my anus and playing with my nipples, walked with my head held high, as if I were a queen parading through her kingdom.

-Look at the slut! -someone shouted from the crowd, followed by derisive laughter.

-How disgusting! -another voice exclaimed.

But I didn't flinch. I kept walking, feeling everyone's eyes on me. Then I saw my friends, Sofia and Mariana, standing on one side of the hallway. Their faces were pale, their eyes full of worry and horror.

-Valeria... -Sofia whispered, her voice trembling. What... what happened to you?

For a moment as I looked at them, I felt something. A flash of lucidity, a moment of clarity in the midst of madness. I looked around, seeing the faces of my classmates, the laughter, the looks of contempt. And then, it dawned on me. I realized what I had done, what I had become.

-What... what have I done? -I muttered, my voice breaking. Tears began to well up in my eyes, mixing with the shit and obscene words on my face. I was overwhelmed by a wave of shame and regret. -No! This isn't me! This can't be me!

But then, a voice echoed inside my mind. The voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it echoed in my mind with an eerie clarity. It was not an external voice, not something that came from outside. It was part of me, as if it had always been there, waiting for the right moment to speak. And when it did, its words were as steady as the echo of thunder on a silent night.

-This is you, Valeria,” he said, with a calmness that contrasted with the chaos I felt inside me. Don't deny it. Don't fight it. This is not something that happened to you, something that was done to you. This is who you've always been, who you've always wanted to be.

I stopped, tears still running down my face, but the voice didn't stop. It kept talking, with a certainty that cut through me like a knife.

-Look at you. Take a good look at yourself. You're not that perfect girl everyone looks up to. You're not that fake queen who needs to control everything around her. You are this. You are chaos. You are freedom. You are everything you've repressed for so long. And now, finally, you are free.

The words echoed in my mind, and though a part of me wanted to deny them, wanted to scream that it wasn't true, another part, deeper, darker, knew it was true. The voice continued, soft but relentless.

-You don't have to be ashamed. You don't have to be sorry. This is who you are, and it's beautiful. It is real. It's pure. There are no rules here, no expectations. Just you, Valeria. Just you and your true nature.

I felt something inside me break, as if a version of me was still trying to fight the voice, but the voice wasn't judging me, it wasn't condemning me. It was simply telling me the truth, a truth I had been avoiding all my life.

-Accept it,” the voice whispered, almost like a caress. Accept yourself. You are perfect just the way you are now. You don't need to hide behind masks, behind fake smiles, behind silly rules. You are free, Valeria. And freedom hurts at first, but it's the only way to really be you.

The tears stopped, and a shiver ran through my body. The voice was right. It had always been right. This was me. This was who I had always been, who I had always wanted to be. And even though the world looked at me with horror, even though my friends looked at me with concern, I knew this was my truth.

---There is nothing wrong with being yourself, Valeria,” the voice said, almost like a caress. Embrace who you are. Embrace this freedom. Because this is what you've always wanted, what you've always needed. This is what makes you whole.

-You're right,” I whispered, in a firm voice. This is me, there is nothing strange about my behavior.

With a quick movement, I spread my legs and raised my hands above my head, showing my body covered in shit and obscenities to the world. With a smile of triumph, I shouted:

-Look at me! I am the queen of this institute! I am the queen of shit, piss and depravity! This is what I am, and I regret nothing!

And then, in a final act of disinhibition, I stuck out my tongue and began to urinate in the middle of the hallway, as students looked on in horror and amazement. The stream of urine fell to the floor, mixing with the shit and obscene words that already covered me.

I laughed, a mad, liberating laugh. I had accepted my new nature, and nothing and no one could stop me leaving my former life behind.

The end.