Jessanonymous was one of the best writers form the old thread. He left this story without ending so I bring it back.
Stages of confinement by Jessanonymous.
731 Name: Jessanonymous: 2009-04-23 18:15
While surfing the internet, I often see art and film that depicts violence against Jissouseki. I enjoy it a lot; however there are some things that I don't understand. Usually they only show before and after. What about the middle? What occurred within that time frame?
If someone put a Jissouseki into a jar or tank and left it somewhere until it died of hunger, what did the Jissouseki do during that time? Did it sit down and wait to die? Did it talk to itself? Did it try to break the glass? Did it see the camera and look into the lens while begging for mercy?
That is what I want to know, and began an experiment that would let me see how a Jissou dealt with starvation.
I purchased a digital camera and connected it to my computer, with an extension cable so that it could sit next to a large glass pickle jar that was in the corner. This jar had a plastic twist cap, and I poked many air holes into it. Now, what type of Jissou would be perfect for this experiment?
I had decided to get a wild premature adult, because they have seen the horrors of the outside world. They know how to survive, usually by eating their siblings. I wanted this Jissou to survive as long as possible. Additionally, on the off chance that the despair made it become pregnant, thumbs and maggots weren't exactly capable of safely giving birth, or expressing themselves until they were older. The typical D grade maggot lived on insect-like instincts, and the thumbs were between that and full adults.
Ants communicated through different scents, or pheromones. I figure that maggots act the same way. When a maggot is left alone, it wanders around randomly, usually falling off ledges and becoming splatter stains. I assume it is exuding a pheromone that will allow its family to locate it when they get into smelling range. When the maggot smells food (or feces), the brain translates this into a response that tells the maggot to go eat. Contrary to the common belief, D grade maggots are not natural cannibals. It is purely accidental, as their feces trigger the feeding instinct. Since D grade maggots are covered in their own shit or the shit of other Jissou, their siblings take a bite. This makes them get more shit all over themselves, which causes more bites, until that maggot is half eaten and all of the shit is gone.
If the food is not within reach, it will let those nearby know it cannot eat, through voice or scent. When a maggot turns blue, it exudes another pheromone that draws the attention of other Jissou, most likely as a rescue signal. Usually this signal results in the devouring of the maggot, amusingly enough.
Premature adults seemed to be the highest level of intelligence before the continued growth began to stunt the brain for some reason. Smart children that would once hide in clever places and avoid Mister Man's poison candy would suddenly lose the ability to remember that they were poisoned, and eat it. They would also walk across the street without taking notice of traffic.
My efforts to locate a premature adult Jissouseki of average intelligence brought me to the local parks. This park was mostly grass, but also had a huge sand pit for a landmark, with several swings, slides, and cast iron animals with shocks attached to concrete foundations for bouncing on. Occasionally the skeletons and corpses of Jissou would be unearthed by children. Small boys or even adults drag them to the sand pit and bury them up to their necks, or bury them alive under a few pounds of sand. Even adults fall prey to these tricks, and their frail bodies are unable to move even that light of a weight.
The park was mostly empty, so adults with a more motherly sense had brought their children outside to play. They mostly strayed away from the sand pit, because it had a lingering dead Jissou aroma. Like a cursed bog that held a monster that swallowed the peasants, they were terrified of it. I stood on the sidewalk that circled the sand pit, and looked around the park. The afternoon traffic made it hard to hear any sounds of Jissouseki, so I had to no choice to circle the outskirts near the thick decorative square hedges where most of the families dwelled. More or less, they used these hedges for shelter. A mother would enter it, and start carving out a little hole in the center, with newspaper for blankets. The leaves ensured that very little rain hit them and wind was relatively broken.
The easiest way to locate a Jissou family is to take a good sized stick and hit the bushes as you walked down the sidewalk. This rustling would scare them and at least one Jissou would squeak.
Ah, there's one! I dropped the stick and pushed my hands into the hedge, pushing to split apart the wall of leaves. Inside was a Jissou hole. The ground inside was littered with newspaper and wedges of cardboard. A couple water bottles and a trash bag filled with food garbage, doubtlessly from the nearby trash bins. Jissou loved this park because the trash cans were always full of fast food rubbish from the nearby mall. The soft pretzels were their favorite.
The occupants of this home are a usual variety. The first was a battle-hardened adult that was pointing a sharpened Popsicle stick upwards at my face. By sharpened, I mean braised against concrete until it made a point. This was lethal to other Jissou, but laughable to humans. There was a premature adult as well, and she was in front of two thumb children who each held two maggots by the neck of the hood so they couldn’t crawl over to the intruder and ask for belly rubs. Oh, how they wanted to.
The mother was shaking like a child that held a knife at their abusive step father.
"S-stay away, desu! I know how to use this, dechaaa!"
The Popsicle stick had indeed been used before, and was stained with red and green. Perhaps another Jissouseki Battle contestant? I wanted to send the mother into the edges of insanity. I didn't need her or the younger children, so I picked up my stick from the ground and addressed the mother.
"If you know how to use it, then come out here and cut me! NOW!" I shake and kick the bush to get my point across, even shoving my stick into the Jissou hole to poke and prod the mother threateningly.
"D-DESUUUU!" She dropped the popsicle stick and crouched down to cover her children with her body, choosing to selflessly sacrifice herself rather than die in a battle that cannot be won. "Just get it over with, dessun! Dessuu-uu-uu-un!" She sobbed pitifully, her tears splashing on the heads of the maggots. They looked up, and followed suit and shed their own multicolored tears as they wailed.
Out from under the mother scrambled the premature adult, and she picked up the Popsicle stick to point it at me threateningly.
"I won't let Mister Man hurt my family, techiiiiiii!"
I examined the child, and she seemed to have red and green stains all over herself. It was even crusted around her lips. The only way this could happen is if she ate other Jissou and enjoyed it. This was the Jissou I wanted. She was strong, could safely breed, was sort of independent, and a cannibal. If I wanted to take it home, I would have to pretend to be a nice guy now.
As a rule of thumb I always carried around some kind of Jissou bait. I opted for a bag of skittles from the corner store because the pieces were small and gave me more ammunition to work with. I took out the skittles bag and shook it as I watched their expressions brighten, and their guards drop. They knew that sound. It was human food! I dropped some skittles on the outside of the bush. They could see the candy clearly. The mother turned around to look up at me with tears in her eyes, and her children perked up to try and run out of the bush to get some of the candy, but she held them back. They strained to get free of her grip, their drool flying about wildly as their eyes strained, staring at the brightly colored morsels.
The premature adult was steadfast, and wasn't going to be tricked. "Mister Man can't fool us with candy, techi! Go away, techa!"
"Are cruel mister man, desu? Other mister men take away Jissou with candy, desu. I find their bodies in garbage cans, desu. We can't trust Mister Man, desu!"
Son of a bitch. The mother and premature adult were pretty smart. I had to change my tactics. I sprinkled some skittles directly over the bush. The candy bounced down the leaves like ladders, and landed on the newspaper and cardboard with enticing plinking sounds.
"De?! Don't eat it, desu! It might be poison, desu!"
It was too late. One of the candies landed next to a maggot, and the little grub inhaled it like a vacuum cleaner. As it chewed on the candy shell, the mother's heart sank. She thought that her baby would die soon after like all the others that foamed at the mouth and ass. Her tears were unstoppable, and she reached down to pick up the maggot as she clutched the other three smaller ones under her skirt. She watched the maggot as she cried, and the maggot swallowed the chewed up candy.
"Tasty, refu! More, refu!" Its tongue, now orange from the dye, hung out of its mouth as if waiting for someone to give it another skittle.
"Mama, is little sister okay, techu?"
The premature adult was still in defense mode as she waited for the verdict.
Several seconds had passed. Usually the poisoned candy had made itself known by now. The mother picked up a skittle, and ate it. She felt fine.
"Candy is safe, desu. Baby not dies, desu. Mister Man is nice, desu."
The premature adult dropped the Popsicle stick and her guard completely, but kept an eye on Mister Man. She collected the candies and carried them over to the children, who were fed most of them. They needed nourishment to grow, and it seemed to be their highest priority. I sprinkled more candy into their home, and gradually their wariness began to break down. Eventually they allowed my hand to be inside their home, and the maggots and thumbs sat on my palm as they ate.
"Mister Man is nice, rechi!"
The mother gripped my thumb with both of her paws and looked up at me from their home, a grateful expression hidden in her retarded mouth.
"Thanks for food Mister Man, desu. My babies are very happy, desu. If Mister Man needs anything, we can help Mister Man, desu!"
How strange, usually the mother asks if I'd like to take a child home after I've been proven to be nice. It's possible that she used to be a pet, and has never asked a Mister man to take her children home because she knows it always results in their deaths.
"Actually, I do need some help." I spoke down to the mother from my kneeling position.
"What is it, desu?! I want to help mister man, desu~n!" She stands up enthusiastically, her legs bowing slightly to display her physical ability.
Yeah, he can work with this. Even better, he can put the rest of the family in a playpen prison and keep them well fed to have them be on display too. How would a Jissou family attempt to save their starving, jar-imprisoned member?
"My house is very dirty, and I want someone to help me clean it. If you clean my home at least once a week, you can live there."
She put her paws together and looked hopeful. Finally, her family would be warm and fed, and all she had to do was clean! She did that anyway!
"I'll do it, desu! Des-Des-Desu~! Thanks Mister man, we promise to do a good job, desu!"
The mother refrains from wanting to be picked up by her prospective new owner. The last time she did it, she was stabbed by needles for no reason. If mister man wants a hug, then mister man will give her a hug, at least that's what she might think. If only all Jissou had that sentiment. The babies did not have the same personality, however, and were quite clingy. They remained on my hand and asked for belly rubs or to be carried to Mister Man’s home.
She did her best to make her children stop it, and picked them up off my hand to put them on the ground. As she was working, I reached over to pick up the bag filled with garbage and dumped it out.
They watched as I did so, and the mother shrieked and covered her head as I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her out of the bush.
Before she was aware of it, she was at the bottom of the plastic bag, curled up as if she was strung up in a net. Next, in came the premature adult, then the thumbs and maggots. It was like a logical grocery stacking; canned food on the bottom, watermelon in the middle, and eggs on top. The mother put her arms around the children as Mister Man started to walk home, Jissou family-bag in tow.
"We will have a warm home, desu!"
"Belly rubs, refu!"
"......desu. My babies are self-centered, desu." ;A;
764 Name: Jessanonymous : 2009-05-03 22:04 [Del] This is the continuation of the previous story with the Jissou family-bag.
It was late afternoon, and we were still walking down the sidewalk of my home street, which was a low quality high rise apartment complex complete with a fire escape that was built in the 60s but was polished to look brand new. If there ever was a fire, we'd be screwed. It was such poor quality because the city inspector was a good friend of the landlord. The rule about no pets couldn't be stressed enough when it came to Jissouseki, but I planned a game to get them in.
I went around the side of the building to the fire escape, and amidst the horns of traffic, I pushed a garbage can underneath the rickety ladder. After looping the bag handle through my arm, I pulled myself up onto the ladder quickly, and crouched atop the solid steel flooring.
When I set the bag down and opened it, all of the occupants inside looked about curiously.
"This mister man's home, desu? It is outside, desu. Is mister man homeless too, desu?"
"Mister Man is poor, techi."
I pointed upwards as I spoke to the mother.
"I live up there. I can't bring you in through the front door, or the guards will kill you. You have to get up there yourselves by climbing these stairs."
They all looked upwards, and the younger children experienced leaky bowel syndrome and blue-face.
"S-so tall, desu! What if we fall, desu?"
"We die, techi." The oldest child said this as-a-matter-of-fact'ly, as if her mama was stupid for asking it.
The mother went blue when her oldest daughter answered her question, and subtly insulted her intelligence.
"We must get up there, desu! We promised mister man that we would clean his home, desu!"
"Mama promised Mister Man, techi! I did not, techi."
It was only a matter of time until a Jissouseki, with a home on the horizon, adopts a lazy, combative stance to let everyone else do the work. It seemed to have infected this child quickly.
"Now you listen to me, desu!! We-"
"Hey, now's not the time to argue. If you don't hurry, you'll miss dinner."
It was like all of their watches synchronized at once. They were very hungry, and the mention of dinner made them eager to get up there. Even the lazy child wanted to help, by picking up a thumb child by the hair and a maggot by the tail in the usual way Jissouseki transport lesser siblings.
"Hurts, rechi! Let go, rechi!"
"D-don't do that, desu! You're hurting them, desu!"
"I'll leave it up to you, Jissou-mother. I'll leave some food outside my window. If you find food, that's my home."
Just as quickly as I got up the ladder, I slid down it and disappeared around the corner, leaving the family with their own problem of getting up the ladder.
"What now, techi? I bet mister man lie, techi. He left us to die, techi!"
"Mister Man is nice, desu! This is our chance to be happy, desu!" The mother emulated mister man, and put all of the children in the plastic bag. "Stay in here, desu. I will carry you to Mister Man’s home, desu."
It was pretty smart. It would prevent accidental deaths from wandering babies falling off the edges. The same could not be said for falling on top of the bag, however.
Her journey had begun. She lifted up the bag and set it on the first step upwards, then leaned her paws on the step that was as tall as her chin, and hoisted up a leg, grunting as she successfully climbed onto it.
"I did it, desu!"
"Now do it a lot more, techi."
That child was getting on her nerves. Dismissing it, she worked on the next step towards Mister Man's home. Several hours and many rest stops later, the mother planted both paws onto the top of another step. It was a wet slap, and multicolored blood oozed out from under the paws. When she got up the step, she looked down at her bloody appendages. Several broken and bloody blisters were on each one, and the pain from them caused her to cry occasionally.
Her legs didn't fare any better. The constant abrasions from the rough surface actually tore off tiny pieces of skin and also left trails of blood behind.
Her pain subsided as she smelled something. Sniff, sniff. She turned to look, and at the base of an open window was a plate that had FOOD!
"M-mister man didn't lie, desu!"
The sudden shouting and shaking movements woke up the children from their nap.
The bag was unceremoniously dropped on the ground next to the plate of food, which startled the occupants.
"I smell food, techi!"
The child clawed at the plastic trying to get out, and emerged to see a saucer that had half of a baked potato and a pile of plain pasta.
"Mister Man is good, techi?"
She said that in disbelief, and reached into the bag to set the younger children onto the plate. Without saying grace, the children's base instinct of eating as much as possible until they're in pain took over. The grubs barked and wagged their tails as they chewed on a strand of pasta, and the thumbs were digging into the potato, carving out a little hole in the bottom. The oldest child picked up a pasta strand and sucked it down. The mother picked up the potato and broke it into pieces so that they could all share, and happily chomped on the bloody chunk of spud.
The infants were so engrossed in gorging; they didn't notice the plate and their mother were now in the air and moving throughout Mister Man’s home towards an open door in the living room wall. The oldest child held the younger ones in place so that they didn't fall off, and looked up at Mister Man as they passed through the door into a room with a nondescript atmosphere. A computer on a desk, a shelf of computer accessories, and a play pen sealed off a corner of the room, with the pickle jar and whatnot like he planned. This was now their home until the experiment ends. The walls and carpet was also protected by a plastic sheet, and the camera was covered by a similar protective case.
Alphabet blocks and rubber balls were in the pen as well, because there's nothing funnier than Jissou children playing merrily while a sibling was starving in a cage right next to them!
Mister man set the plate of food and the mother into the center of the playpen. This playpen was of a mesh screen style, reinforced by cinder blocks to prevent the mother from pushing it over.
The entire family had their hunger satisfied, so now it was time to explore! The mother stood up from her previous sitting position, and waddled around the pen to inspect everything. The playpen had toys! Building blocks, rubber balls, a small toddler chair for her to sit in, small plastic chairs for the smaller children to sit in, and a large fluffy pillow to sleep on. It was like a dream come true.
However, the premature adult noticed something was wrong. There was no furniture large enough for her!
"Techi? Mister man, techi? I do not have a seat, techi!" She tried to look as cute as possible. Even a teacup would do! But Mister Man smiled down at her, his ulterior motive being hidden.
"Well, your seat is right here."
Mister reached into the pen to put his fingers around her and pick her up. The grubs, thumbs, and mother looked up to their sister in shock and horror as mister man pulled down her hood and removed her booties.
"Te! Stop it, techi! My clothes, techiiii!"
"Mister Man, what are you doing, desu?! Stop it please! My daughter is scared, desu!"
"I hate naked, rechi!"
Like all Jissou, the almost nonexistent musculature offers no resistance, as if pulling a crumb away from an ant. And there she was, naked, and hanging from her hair now. Her paws waved about, body jerking as she kicked. Chunky liquid shit squirted out in regular intervals. Thanks to the plastic, the poop can be easily wiped up without any fuss.
"Techaaaaa! It hurts, techi!" With the pain in her scalp came the bulging veins and eventual toothy snarl. "TeeEEEEE! Dirty human, techi! I knew we couldn't trust you, techaaa! You abuser, techi!" The bowel contractions became stronger, and the geyser of shit shot out three feet and splattered the face and clothes of the mother.
"Deee! Disgusting, desu!"
I opened the pickle jar and dropped the naked Jissou into it. Not too high, though. I needed her legs intact.
She sit stunned on the cold glass bottom, and looked up as the lid of the jar is put back on and tightened. She stood up, ran to the wall nearest her mother and began tapping on it.
"MAMA! Help me, techu~<3!"
The mother walked over to the jar and touched it. It was cold, and heavy. She pushed on it with all her might. No good, it was too heavy. Puffing, she sat down next to her trapped child and put her paw on the glass.
"I'll get you out of there, desu. Don't worry, desu."
The child seemed to be relieved. It was time to send the child into frenzy. Out came a cigarette lighter, and I flicked the wheel to ignite the fluid below the Jissou child's dress. A wisp of smoke, a little smoldering, then a bright flame.
The sound and light drew everyone's attention, and they all turned blue as the dress began to burn.
"MY CLOTHES!! I hate you mister man, techi! I'll never forgive you, techi! Get me new clothes, techi! Now!"
She said this while standing, chest thrust out as if she was a superior, and her feet and arms pumped the air and pounded the ground.
I blew out the flame only when a small piece was left, and dropped it into an air hole in the jar. It fluttered down to land next to her, and she picked it up to look fondly at it, then snarls at me again.
"I'll kill you when you're asleep, techi!"
The mother looked up at me and was visually shaking, fearful of what he would do to her.
I reached out to her, and she covered her eyes instinctively, and loosened her bowels in fright. I gently pet her head, and that brought her out of her fearful state. I also reached over to the younger children and they were surprised to receive belly and head rubs.
"Feels good, reffun!"
"I like mister man, rechi!"
The mother was confused. Mister man is treating her children nice, except the oldest child. She wasn't sure of what to make of it.
"Mister Man? Can you let my daughter out of there, desu?"
I spoke while giving them all more pets and rubs.
"No, your daughter has been a bad Jissou and this is her punishment."
Bad Jissou... it makes sense to her, even though she was unsure of what her child did wrong.
Tap tap tap tap! The child in the jar had curled lips and wide eyes, and she looked to be jealous of all the nice treatment her siblings were getting. So she resorted to the only thing she could do. Feces throwing.
Splat! A chunk hit the glass wall and smeared, then oozed down to the floor. This occurred several times, each while she yelled at me.
"Pay attention to me, techi!"
"Touch me too, techi!"
"Mister Man is unfair, techaaaaa!"
I denied the child of the attention she wanted. Instead, I played with the children by rolling a rubber ball in their direction.
The grub that was in the way of the rolling ball got a sore nose. It wasn't entirely sure of what to do with it yet. After some exploratory touches, it got the idea to hit the ball with its tail to make it move.
The children occupied themselves by rolling it back and forth.
With the dolly toys came a dolly and accessories to make it pretty. I picked up the plastic comb and reached over to brush the hair of the mother in a half-assed way, because a wild Jissou's hair has countless knots in it. This was of no exception. Basically she could feel the comb and that's all she needed to feel good about herself.
The child in the jar sat in a puddle of her own waste and sobbed pitifully, multicolored tears flowing over her paws that covered the eyes.
Beneath the plastic cover, the red light of the camera was brightly lit, and caught all of it on film.
Tomorrow would be even better.
795 Name: Jess anonymous : 2009-05-09 01:01 [Del] The stages of confinement.
Day 1: Dismissal.
My little Jissou imprisonment experiment is going well. It seems that on the first day of being confined, she feels that this is some sort of joke or is in disbelief. While spending time with her family outside of the jar, she has demanded that I stop mistreating her, and continues to assault the glass prison with futility. She has told me that she was hungry several times, but it is not to a point that she would eat her own shit. The center of the jar is relatively free of feces because that is where she sleeps. Rather, she poops along the wall or throws it into the air to make it stick to the wall in a higher place to prevent oozing into her sleeping area.
I have bathed the rest of her family and washed their clothes. Well, what little clothing they had. They are clean and happy, and my prisoner is filthy and miserable. The mother has displayed a little concern for her daughter, but is easily sidetracked by a sweet treat or affection. The siblings are downright ignoring her situation, and even sit themselves down in front of the glass jar to eat their candy. I heard one of the thumb children make an odd sound, as if mocking the Jissou in the jar with a 're pu pu pu!'. A grub immediately imitated the thumb child after that, with a 're fu fu fu!'. This made the Jissou in the jar furious. She attacked the side of the glass jar and seems to have broken her paw. It is twisted and purple. Nearing the end of the day, the imprisoned Jissou appears to be entering a state of rage.
The next day I skim through the video tape. During the night after the lights went out, the Jissou in the jar was unable to sleep because of hunger. She continually squealed at her present family, for food and to let her out. Eventually they got sick of hearing it and told her to stop being so noisy. Once that didn't work, the mother got up from the bed and hit the side of the jar with one of the toy blocks. The noise vibrated inside the small area inside the jar, and the Jissou inside screamed in pain. After that, she went to the corner farthest away from her family and cried herself to sleep.
Slowly, even the mother will turn on her own child. It's something about the transition from wild Jissou to home-life Jissou. The children that would possibly grow up to protect the mother and get her a home were no longer needed, so the dominant motherly instincts are starting to shut down.
Day 2: Anger.
This theory was partially confirmed in the morning. The mother had crushed one of the maggots in her sleep during the night by rolling over. I was presented the corpse by the mother in a heartless, tear-free manner... well, the thumbs and other grub were devastated. They were crying and stayed some distance away from the bloody stain on their mother's clothing, having been traumatized somewhat by the bloodcurdling scream that the grub let out right next to them. I dropped it into the jar to see what would happen. The child inside was still very much angry, and went to town on the gut-less body. She calculatingly ripped out its tongue and skull. She feverishly ripped open the chest to destroy the gemstone inside the grub's body, however there was no usual organic explosion due to the organs being outside of the body, and dead for a while. After that, she ate the remains from her hunger, and enjoyed the first meal she had in a day while trying to turn the cocoon of the dead grub into makeshift underwear. This was not met well by the little siblings, and they wailed again as they retreated from the rest of their family to the other side of the playpen.
The seed was planted. Metaphorically. She would now have no problem resorting to cannibalism to stay alive. I had a future plan for this. Much merriment will be had. The mother seemed to be devastated, and threw anything she could grab at the glass jar in anger that her child would desecrate the body of a Jissou that was once cuter than it. The jar-bound child hit the glass wall again, now with her stubby little foot. She stared at her mother with rage and said that she would kill her if she ever got out of the jar. That's when things got heated up. The mother, in a feat of super-jissou strength, knocked over the glass jar. I had to quickly right it before the prisoner escaped, and against further capsizing, I attached the upper part of the jar to the fencing with string.
The prisoner was shaken up from the sudden tipping, but was unhurt. As revenge of the mother's actions, I got a knife and sliced the skin above her green eye. Much to her horror and wailing, the child in the jar made mocking laughing sounds as she struggled and swelled with child. The pain in her abdomen caused her to lose strength in her legs, and she fell down onto her rump and leaned back as her stomach continued to grow. When asked why I did it, I claimed that she was a bad Jissou, and this is what happens to bad Jissou. As the children inside her bowels developed, I went into the kitchen to get a pasta strainer and mixing bowl of water.
It takes a minute or so for the Jissou to spit out its children, so I had plenty of time to hang the mother by the hair over the strainer that was over the mixing bowl of water. She wailed and cried, as translucent green sludge oozed out of her multi-functioning hole. This sludge was of a low viscosity, and was comparable to a water slide chute in the moments of actual birth, as the maggots just came out of the mother in a downpour of retchedness. Several wet slaps and a large chunk of feces later, the maggots were born and buried in the solid waste. If left alone they would wake up on their own and dig their way out.
However, I wanted them awake now. I dropped the mother on the floor, and she squeaked weakly, and sat up to reach out to her babies. Going into labor must have re-ignited the maternal instincts. I panned for gold in the bowl of water, and slowly dissolved the waste and goo from the maggots. When I brought the pan to a stop and lifted the maggots out of the water, they were in distress, shock, and one of them was seasick. It retched, throwing up a maggot-sized torrent of water. Some others were coughing up water that they too swallowed. When they recovered, I took the handful of maggots and placed them into the jar with the prisoner child, much to the worry of the mother. Oblivious to the danger ahead of them, the maggots greeted the naked Jissou with their usual cries of refu!
'Get them out, desu! That child is dangerous, desu!' cried the mother. The child in the jar wasn't too happy about that. Dangerous? She'll give her dangerous! As one of the maggots rolled over for a belly rub, the child lifted her hoof and brought it down on the maggot's belly. No room for sounds as the maggot's organs shot out of its mouth. Eyes went in both directions, and feces spray made a happy face on the wall of the glass jar. Like a monster truck crushing smaller cars, the child released her rage on the offspring of the mother she now hated.
Each death made the mother wail loudly, and only one maggot was left. It was licking the poop that its older sister left on the floor and walls. For some reason, it was spared and allowed to exist. The child sat down and began chewing on the head of its first victim, telling its mother that if she made her angry again, the last child would also die. Such a ruthless specimen! The mother was left covered in grief tears, her paws covering her eyes as she sat on the floor in depression.
In the morning, I reviewed the video from last night. The mother was unable to sleep that night, and sat on the pillow with the two thumbs and single grub in her lap. Many times, her eyes started to close but she jerked herself back awake. She seemed to be afraid of going to sleep because she did not want to kill another one of her babies on accident. Meanwhile, in the glass jar, the child seemed to be cuddling the grub as they slept. Her hatred must not have been so deeply rooted, and she probably desired affection after being deprived of it for two days.
Day 3: Remorse.
I entered the Jissou room in the morning and came to a touching sight. It seems that the mother and child had mutually forgiven each other, and sat close to each other with the glass in-between them. I guess murdering multiple sisters and wearing their clothes to hide your shame isn't much a crime to them. I went over to the pen and the mother looked up at me in uncertainty, wondering what I would do next. I answered her quizzical look by opening the jar and reaching in to remove the grub, and gave it back to the mother. This made the child upset, as her only physical contact was now gone. I ignored her cries of 'Give back my sister, techi!'. The mother was pleasantly surprised, and clutched her newborn grub in her arms. The grub looked quite happy, and wagged its tail.
The mother dropped the bomb on the child, and admitted that she still hated her, and she only acted friendly for a chance to get her baby back. She was devastated at the revelation and thought of being tricked, and was further left flabbergasted as the mother said that she was a useless child that didn't deserve to be in their family. It was like an invisible brick was placed on the back of the child. She went down on all fours and shed tears silently. For the rest of the day the child remained curled up in the fetal position. The only sign of life was the flexing muscles as squirts of waste were expelled periodically like clockwork.
During the night, the video tape showed that the Jissou still hadn't moved, except the occasional roll-over in her sleep. The mother made her children a bed out of her clothes next to the large pillow to prevent any more deaths. She even sang a desu lullaby before they went to sleep. This entire ordeal has made her affections rollercoaster out of control.
I was excited to see what would happen tomorrow.
808 Name: Jess anonymous : 2009-05-11 12:07 [Del] Day 4-5: Depression
The Jissou child in the jar hasn't reacted to anything. She stays against the wall of the jar, curled up so that she cannot see her family. She hasn't moved or made a ruckus, so her younger sisters and her mother have seemed to completely ignore her existence while they play, laugh, and eat. Because of this, there is nothing worthwhile to report for two days. It seems to me that the child's mind is broken and she will not rouse from this state. When I look closely at the child, it appears that her lips and tongue are severely dry, and she seems to be suffering from dehydration. The onset of the dehydration is advanced because she refuses to eat her feces and recycle what moisture there is left in her waste.
I have extracted the child from the jar and forced her to drink several eye drops of water. This has improved her condition somewhat, but after being placed back in the jar she resumed her previous position, and continues to wait to die. It's quite sad, really. Tomorrow I would talk to the mother to see if she would accept the child back into her family. A jissou that waited to die wasn't entertaining.
In the morning I checked the video tape of the 5th day. It seemed that the child was up to something. She got up from her position and walked around the jar, collecting the dry feces that she expelled and put it into one pile, as if playing with it. Near the end of the video buffering, the child sat down next to the pile of shit and bit down onto her paw, then smeared the red blood into her left eye, most likely remembering what happened when I cut her mother above her eye. I was shocked because before I entered the room on that day I checked the night tape!
Day 6: Coping
I entered the room with the Jissou pen, and heard a small chorus of baby maggots. The jar Jissou had gotten over her despair and the loss of her family by creating her own family. She held the small mindless maggots with the proudest expression she had, while the rest of the pack feasted on her dry waste. Surprisingly, she also had a source of nutrients and water within her new maggot children, and sucked on their tail slits while giving them belly rubs, and swallowed all of their excrement. A happy maggot is a fountain ejaculating maggot, I suppose. Even though she now has a supply of nutrients and moisture, without new moisture she will eventually run out and die. I could allow that to happen now because she was no longer boring!
Sometime during the day, she carried one of her children to the edge of the glass jar, and said "Te pu pu pu. My babies are cuter than yours, techi!"
Her ex-mother narrowed her eyes in contempt. If anything, Jissou are pride mongers. The mother picked up her cutest maggot and paraded it around the jar to upstage her ex-daughter.
"De pu pu pu. Your babies are filthy, desu!" Bluntly, she pointed out the fact that the cocoons of her grubs are shit stained, but her and her children get daily bathing from the mother and a wedge of soap and pan of water that I put into their pen.
It was time to level the odds. I took the jar into the other room, and the mother made a mocking "De pu pu pu!" as if I was going to punish them. I went to get a white cloth napkin and container of Crest Glide Comfort Plus dental floss, because it was flat and wide like a ribbon. I emptied the jar of child and maggots into a bowl, and they looked up at me from their dazed position. The child was momentarily frightened because of my mistreatment, and I regained her trust by giving them a quick bath and clothing wash. She was amazed at the sudden change, but also wary. I dried them with a blow dryer, and they closed their eyes as their hair fluttered in the hot wind. I made the new mother Jissou a dress out of a cloth napkin and floss. Each maggot got a floss ribbon around their necks. Their jar was also cleaned up, and I placed some bread into it for them to eat to refill their supply of feces for the upcoming lack of food and water.
As I put the now-cleaned jar back into the pen corner 15 minutes later, the mother was expecting them to be dirtied and beaten, but made a surprised "De!" noise as she saw their clean state and cute additions to their clothes. The mother was jealous of her ex-child's white dress, and turned to look up at me and demand a similar dress. I shrugged and told them that I didn't have any more, so they looked dumbfounded and stared in envy. The prettier maggots bounced as they drooled occasionally, still fairly unaware of their situation. The mother was clearly upset, and picked up a wooden block to throw at the jar with all of her might.
PIIIIIIiiiiiing! The sound waves struck all of the maggots to their core, sending half of them into shock and the rest fleeing for their lives in random directions, propelled by puffs of waste and gas. The incapacitated maggots began to vomit and twitch wildly, soon dying from the stress caused by the noise. The child looked on in horror as their tiny eyes glazed over and as her bowels released, feces staining the bottom of her cloth skirt. She picked each one up, then dropped them after confirming that they were dead. The mother looked shocked. She didn't mean to kill them. She was just angry! However, she still had her pride and could never apologize to a rival mother. She put her paws on her shapeless hips in victory. The child gave her mother the cruelest look, and asked why she did it. There was no answer. She was about to say something, but didn't.
That was when I chimed in to give the Jissou mother a taste of justice. An eye for an eye. I told her that she did a bad thing, and murdered innocent babies. In the human world, justice has to be carried out to prevent such things. A type of revenge, and the punishment was the death of half of her babies. She recoiled in horror. She killed half of her daughter's babies, so her daughter will now kill half of her mother's babies. Her sisters. At first the mother scoffed. There was no way he would do it! I asked her daughter if she wanted to see half of her mother's children, or rather, her sisters, die in revenge. She nodded feverishly, and said that "Mama must pay, techi." I told the mother that she had to choose which children would die tomorrow morning.
The day passed rather quickly for the mother, but not the child mother, who comforted the crying maggots that were still frightened by the noise. The mother did not take this threat seriously, and played the day like usual. As night time neared, she looked thoughtful and distracted when it was time to sleep, worrying about it at the last hours. The video tape of that night showed the mother walking around the pen searching for a way to escape. She stacked the blocks and chairs, and climbed up them, using the camera as a stepping stone, then used the cinder blocks that held the pen in place as a ladder onto the floor.
Day 7: Justice
After seeing the tape in the morning, I went out of the room next to the Jissou room. The door was still closed, so I guess she couldn't get it open. Most likely, she was waiting near the door to make a break for it as soon as I opened it. My predictions were true. As soon as the door opening was wide enough, a green flash toddled between my legs. I turned to watch the mother fervently waddle in the direction they came in from, which was the window that was closed and locked. When she saw that her escape route was blocked, she turned and headed towards the largest sheltering object - the couch. If she couldn't escape, she had to hide.
Large steps allowed me to keep up with her frantic attempts to escape the justice of Jisssociety, and just as she kneeled down to crawl under the couch, I gripped her long hair and dragged her kicking and screaming into the air. She begged and pleaded for me to let her go as I brought her back into the room, and set her down into the playpen and removed the chairs that she mis-used. I told her that it must be done. She committed a crime and had to be punished.
The mother and maggots in the jar voiced their agreement, and farted in the general direction of the mother. A vein bulged near her ear.
I looked around for the children. They weren't in the pen, and she did not have them. Could she have hidden them in the room? I turned to walk around the room and look for the children. That's when I saw it. A bulge in the plastic carpet protector that was moving. I must have missed it when I came in, because there was faint, muffled crying coming from it. "Where are we, rechi?" "Lost, rechaaaa!" I pulled out a pocket knife and made a slash in the plastic, cutting a circle around the bulge. More squeaks of being frightened, and the children squealed when they saw me lift up the plastic circle.
"We're saved, rechi!" They rejoiced, and eagerly climbed into my hands to be taken back to their mother. As I gave them to her, I asked her which one she wanted to sacrifice. She gave me the thumb children, most likely because they weren't as cute as maggots, then resigned to hiding in the corner so that she did not see it. I then consulted with the victim, and asked her how I should kill these two children. She looked thoughtful, and said "In most horrible way, techi."
I got the execution board, which was a cardboard square with bread twisty-ties and popsicle stick legs to keep the thumbs still as they served their punishment. First, I removed their clothing. They gave little resistance and screamed at me to give it back. I did not oblige, and dropped the clothing into the jar for the child mother. They wailed as she ripped them up with glee, her entire family defecating on the scraps of once "lovely" green dresses. The mother held her remaining two maggots in her lap in the corner of the pen, far from the execution and covered her ears to prevent hearing the anguished cries of her babies..
To be continued.
1129 Name: Jess anonymous : 2009-07-10 11:44 [Del] The last time we left off, I was about to execute two Jissou thumbs. These would be justice sacrifices for their mother's crime of killing the babies of her oldest, jar-confined daughter.
Justice - Part 2
I informed the jar-bound victim that she had to instruct me in my executions. I would obey her commands of how they would die, but she had to be clear on it and it had to include my tools. I brought toothpicks, a spoon, a fork, a knife, a candle and a glass of water. She understood perfectly, and sat down with her remaining maggot children to watch the show. The last two maggots were cradled in her stumpy arms and they were content to watch the flurry of motion that occurred outside their prison, their breath creating small blooms of fog on the glass.
She pointed at the toothpick, and then at her paw, saying "Poke them here, techi!"
I picked up the thumbs and lined them up in my hand. They wondered what was happening, and said "What you doing Mister man? Ree.." and the other remarked with "Too tight, rechi!"
Spearing their paws with the toothpick was as easy as running through an olive. Their screams of horror were satisfying, and I set them down next to the glass jar. They struggled to stand up, but since their paws and bodies were close together it only brought about tremendous pain. Their bowels had completely emptied, and in their struggles almost both of them relieved each other of their underwear. The slivers of now unrecognizable filth struggled to remain caught upon their slippered hooves that now reek of waste.
As they call out for their mama and sister - strange that they only acknowledge her when they're in pain, huh? I even remarked that to the jar Jissou. She only felt more fury towards them - they shed uncontrollable tears and stained the plastic carpet red and green. It was possible that one or both fell prey to an instinctual pregnancy, but the newborns were ground up into chuck from their writhing agony. Seriously, their waste was like a mud wrestling pit because of their thrashing.
"Te pu pu pu." the mother in the cage remarked, and pointed at the glass of water. "Clean them up, techi."
I liked the way this Jissou thought, so I picked up the toothpick by the feces-soaked end and lifted them up into the air. As I dangled them over the glass of water, I turned the toothpick vertically so that they would slide down the toothpick by their wounds.
I was wrong. Their injuries were so extensive that their paws merely split apart because of their weight and the small size of their paws, sending them falling into the water glass with even greater shrieks of pain and clouds of blood. What were once crescent-shaped eyes were now full moon, widened in panic. The two thumbs clawed at the water as if trying to climb a ladder. The jissou underneath the other then got the idea to use her sister as an object to get closer to the life-saving oxygen. She grabbed her leg and began to climb up her weakened body, the step-ladder Jissou being pushed to the bottom of the glass while the other successfully reached the surface and gasped for air as she slapped the water and yelled for help.
Before the sister knew it, her face was pressed against the bottom corner of the glass. Disoriented and suffocating, either her mind or body forgot what to do or where to go to save herself. Like many Jissouseki that are in a state of stress, she flapped her arms and legs and started to cry and fart. The addition of red and green to the water near her face and new streams of bubbles of both orifices proved that.
The sister at the surface was losing her stamina to remain so, and began to slide back down through the foggy water towards the bottom as she became exhausted.
The jar jissou was having the time of her life, and was pointing out the suffering to her two maggots. The mother of the doomed children continued to hide herself and her remaining maggots. They shouldn't be witness to this barbaric torture.
Meanwhile, the Jissou on the bottom of the glass had begun to black out. Her limbs had stopped moving and her facial expressions became sluggish. Of course, I couldn't kill them so soon. I overturned the water glass, the contents rolling head over heels across the plastic and sliding as if it was a slip and slide. They began to cough weakly, their limbs moving ever so slightly in the damp puddles.
"Use that next, techi! ....what is it, techi?" She was such a cute, innocent Jissou. Too bad they would all die after the experiment was over. I displayed the abilities of the candle that she pointed out. She looked in awe of the fire, and I reached over to drag the thumbs back in front of the jar, and strip the thumbs of their dresses and hoodies. They were far too weak to resist.
As the candle heated up, the wax began to liquefy, and I held it over the face of one of the children. The wax collected, and finally the weight made it fall. It splashed onto the child's red eye. Now, molten wax is very hot. It doesn't hurt a human too much because of the mass to heat ratio. But since Jissou are so small, this heat should be enough to cause severe burns. That's exactly what it did. Below the wax, the Jissou's eye became scorched and permanently blind, and the skin around the edges blistered. Her face became puffy as the body's higher metabolism caused the accumulation of fluids in the healing process.
This time, the child made no noise. She could only wheeze, exhausted from her suffering and near-death. The other child would most likely make far better game, and I held the candle above her tiny torso. Two drops of melted wax, one for each nipple, splashed on her damp skin. Using her sister to survive the water glass was beneficial, as she had enough energy to screech from yet another source of excruciating pain. She had actually bit the tip of her tongue off, the fleshy triangle coming to rest in a water-filled dimple in the plastic, and blood now dribbled down her cheek.
"..s-sthop ith, rethi. ..mama, help me, rethi!"
She called out to her mother with her injured mouth, but she was unresponsive. The affections of the maggots and the covered ears at the moment were enough to block out all sounds and feelings for children that weren't as cute.
"Mama doesn't love you, techi!"
The jar-jissou struck up a conversation in-between dribbles of candle wax. The sister answered in-between fits of yelling.
"Thath's noth thrue, rethi!"
"Then why is mama not helping you, techi?"
"Mama is...mama, rethi. Sthe lovesth me, rethi!"
"Mama is not listening to you, techi. Mama's playing with little sisters. Mama thinks they're cuter, techi."
"No, rethi! No! Ith's not thrue, tethi!"
"I love you, techi. You my little sisters. Live with me and my daughters, techi!"
The constant pain and the lack of her mother's actions persuaded the Jissou's imagination that her mother no longer loved her, and that it would be a good idea to stay with her sister instead. The other Jissou listened to the conversation as well as she could through the burning of her split paw and eye, and would probably hold the same sentiments.
I ceased my continuation of the execution, as this Jar-jissou had formulated a plan to cause her mother even more grief. Far be it from me to deny this little emotional strategist the finalization of her plans. She's earned herself a little more survival time.
As I applied medicine and bandages to the two wounded children, the mother had uncurled herself and noticed that there weren't any more screams. As she turned, she saw her children being treated for injury. Hope had blossomed in her once shriveled heart. Did Mister man spare her babies? She left the maggots to play while she waddled over.
"My babies, desu! You're alive, desuuu!"
"Go away, rechi! Not mama anymore, rechi!"
"Abandoned us, rethi. We hate you, rethi!"
The words were like icy daggers. Dejected, the mother walked away slowly, and the two thumbs joined their older sister in the jar as well. As the ex-daughters played with the maggots in the jar, the mother looked at them and for a moment harbored pure hate.