/wg/ Flash Fiction Festival Rentry
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/wg/ Flash Fiction Festival Rentry Table of Contents
32 Second Idol Meeting
(Tags: Bae, Mumei, physical)
Bae was three hours into her morning zatsudan stream. She had a cup of coffee beside her mousepad, freshly brewed with a splash of cream. This was her second cup of the stream and her third cup of the day.
“I’m so tired~,” Bae sighed into the mic. “Have you ever had one of those mornings where you just can’t wake up?”
[More caffeine?] suggested someone in chat.
“Nah, I got plenty of caffeine! It’s not working, though…maybe I should go for a run or something.”
Following a small yawn, Bae downed the rest of her coffee in four big gulps. It did nothing to rouse her tired brain, but it did plenty to hasten her upcoming idol meeting. She clamped her legs together, thick dancer thighs rubbing against each other as she tried to delay nature’s call. But Bae’s bladder was at her limit. Both hands dove down between her thighs to press against her crotch. She was squirming so much that her hips were bumping the armrests of her chair. She didn't have long before the dam would burst.
“U-um, I gotta go to an idol meeting! I’ll be right back!”
Bae hastily dragged her model offscreen and muted her mic. She was so desperate, so panicked, that she nearly knocked over the stand.
“Why do you always cut it so close?” muttered Mumei from beneath Bae’s desk. She’d been kneeling under there since the stream started, careful not to make any noise or accidently jostle the setup. Most of Mumei’s outfit was resting in a neatly folded pile at the foot of Bae’s chair, leaving her completely nude save for the boots and leggings. Her naked plump owl butt rested on her ankles. Around her neck hung a bright red dog collar with a golden dice-shaped tag reading ‘Property of Hakos Baelz’, the leash of which was in Bae’s hand.
Bae flipped up her multi-colored miniskirt. The only thing covering her chubby pussy lips was a tiny black g-string which she quickly pulled to the side. “Bro, hurry up! I’ve been busting for a piss for hours!”
Mumei pouted. “Then you shoulda said something earli-”
With a hard yank of the leash, Bae drove Mumei’s startled face deep between her thighs. Mumei’s lips pressed into Bae’s bare pussy (a familiar place) and she dutifully opened her mouth wide.
With one hand keeping the leash taut and the other pressed firmly on the back of Mumei’s head, Bae leaned back and, after a heavy sigh, started emptying her bladder.
Mumei barely had time to catch her breath before a strong stream of piss powerwashed the back of her throat and knocked her uvula around like a speed bag. Despite serving as Bae’s urinal dozens of times before, Mumei instantly gagged and nearly let the first mouthful of piss overflow from her bulging cheeks. Fortunately she found her composure and took a good long breath through her nose while she choked down the first acrid-tasting mouthful. The flavor was especially bitter today. Bae usually had a glass or two of water to dilute the taste, but this morning was just one coffee after another. Mumei found it incredibly hard not to wince as more and more of Bae’s foul amber waste simmered on her taste buds and sluiced down her throat.
Bae closed her eyes, content. She could feel Mumei trying to pull herself free and hear the pained gurgles preluding every swallow. “Oi, stop being so dramatic! This is nothing compared to that karaoke night with Promise.”
Mumei tried to mumble something combative but her mouth was full of Bae’s sweaty cunt and there was too much piss drowning her airways to vocalize coherently. How much more did Bae have saved up, anyway? Mumei was up to what felt like the twentieth swallow and Bae’s bladder wasn’t showing any signs of flagging!
This was par for the course, unfortunately. Bae pissed like a racehorse and it was a constant struggle for Mumei to keep up. Her throat never stopped bobbing and her stomach never stopped filling during all thirty two seconds of Bae’s piss break, guzzling her steamy urine like an upturned bottle of champagne. Fuzzy black spots began creeping in on the fringes of Mumei’s vision.
Thankfully, the end was near. With a final flex of her pelvic muscles, Bae finished atop Mumei’s tongue, and the rat’s body relaxed. Mumei didn’t need further prompting and shoved her tongue deep into Bae’s muff, swiftly slurping every last drop from her tight inner walls. Not only was Mumei’s tongue more thorough than conventional toilet paper, it was also much quicker.
Mumei pulled back, her face a flushed mess. “Oh gosh. That was a lot.” The taste of Bae’s piss and pussy juice refreshed itself on her tongue when Mumei licked her lips. Feeling kind of woozy, she quietly retreated back under Bae’s desk.
Bae unmuted. “I’m back, I’m back! Okay, where were we?”
[So fast! Is your bathroom really close by?] asked chat.
Bae smiled and pat Mumei’s head. “Yeah, I guess you could say that!”
Top Dog
(Tags: FUWAMOCO, Korone, physical)
Korone aggressively bursts into the Cover office lounge
"I knew I smelled another dog around. So you two are the new hires?"
"We sure are. I'm Fuwawa and this is my sister Mococo"
"Whatever. Just know that Hololive is my turf. Stay out of my territory"
"And what if we don't?"
Korone smirks and cracks her knuckles
"Don't try to test me"
"We're not afraid of you, senpai"
"Oh, you're not?"
"We're not?"
"Back me up here, Moco-chan"
"Un un. We're not!"
"Someone oughtta teach you kids who's in charge 'round 'ere"
"Bring it on! We'll fluff you up!"
"We will?"
"Come on, Moco-chan, it's 2v1, we can take her easily"
"Un un"
"Then come at me, bitches"
"Bau bau!" the twins shout as they charge forth
Mococo tries to smack Korone in the face
She blocks with a defensive boxing stance before countering with a punch to the stomach
She follows it up with a few more hits to Mococo's body
"Block, Moco-chan! Not like that! Block better!"
Instead of joining in, Fuwawa stays behind and yells commands
"Her left is open! Whoops, I meant right"
"Haelp me!"
"I am helping! I'm telling you what to do. Deck her in the jaw, Moco-chan!"
Despite Fuwawa's guidance, or perhaps because of it, Mococo barely manages to land any hits
Meanwhile Korone repeatedly pounds her body
With the blonde's guard wavering, she is struck with a cross to her nose which breaks the cartilage within and sends her staggering back
"My noese..."
"Come on, Moco-chan, we can do it. I think the old lady is getting tired already"
"I don't... I don't think-"
"Shh, just focus on fighting, let me do the thinking, ok? Hit her with an uppercut, then a lowercut, then a middlecut. She'll never see it coming"
Fuwawa shoves her sister back towards their foe
Before Mococo can even parse her twin's advice, she is hit with another barrage of punches with barely any time to put up a defense
She attempts to counterattack with no more success than before
"Kick her in the balls Moco-chan!"
"She doesn't hav- uhnf"
Mococo gets interrupted by a punch to her mouth that knocks out several of her teeth
Her defense falls apart entirely and her body becomes an all-you-can-punch buffet which Korone greedily devours
A rib-cracking blow to the chest sends Mococo flying backwards where she is caught by her sister
"Don't give up yet, Moco-chan! We're FUWAMOCO, we never give up!"
"Please... No more..."
"Here she comes! Go Moco-chan!"
Fuwawa pushes her little sister, who barely has enough strength to stand, back into the fray
Mococo gives Korone a pleading look which is met with a hook to the side of her head that drops her straight to the floor
Korone turns to Fuwawa
"Your turn"
"D-don't count Moco-chan out just yet. She will destroy you if you turn your back to her"
The brunette peers down at the dog at her feet, struggling to prop herself up on her elbows
She picks up Mococo's body into the air
She tries to beg for mercy but the mass of blood and teeth in her mouth makes it come out incomprehensible
Korone slams Mococo down to a glass coffee table, shattering it on impact
"Now it's definitely your turn"
The brunette dog tries to attack Fuwawa, who dodges out of the way and runs around the room
She runs up to her sister and lifts her up by her armpits
"Come on, Moco-chan! Get up! I can't do this alone! We need to work together!"
Korone approaches the pair, she winds up a punch aimed at Fuwawa's face
In the nick of time Fuwawa manages to intercept it using Mococo's face
The next few strikes also get absorbed by her little sister's already battered face
Korone goes for a body blow but once again Fuwawa shifts her twin's weight so that her stomach takes the damage instead
Wherever the brunette aims, her fists are always met by Mococo's flesh
It's as if Fuwawa was born to wield her sister as a meat shield
"Is that all you got, senpai? I can do this all day" she declares
Mococo tries to protest with whatever little remaining energy she has but gets silenced by a fist in her mouth
Korone pulls back her hand to see one of Mococo's canines stuck between her knuckles
"I did it! I managed to hurt her! See, this is how it's done, Moco-chan! You just gotta follow up with a little…"
Fuwawa attempts to hit her enemy using her sister's arm as a mace
The attack gets effortlessly deflected and only serves to dislocate Mococo's shoulder (further than it already was)
Annoyed, Korone pulls out the tooth and proceeds to tackle the twins to the ground
Fuwawa tries to climb out from under them but gets caught by the collar of her shirt
Korone prepares to pummel her face
"Ok, we yield! We yield! Right, Moco-chan?! You win, senpai! Please, stop!"
The brunette releases her
"I'm glad you learned your place. Now, I hope you doggies like peanut butter"
"W-what are you going to do to us?"
"I have a little something you'll have to lick"
"Um… Moco-chan, do you think your tongue still works?
Ollie Devouring her Anon
(Tags: Cannibalism, Physical, Severe, Kureiji Ollie)
Today I was issued a soul collection job by Calliope Mori. On paper the job wasn’t anything special. The soul belonged to a human male who was destined to be murdered by a coworker, or significant other depending on the perspective you viewed it from, over some dispute about a new girl. I think. I skimmed over the reasoning because caring wasn’t necessary. It was a Calli order so it's not like I could’ve refused due to my lack of interest.
I showed up at ten-thirty-something PM to a house. I didn’t take its location into much consideration since the scene was contained within the building, however I will mention that despite the house resembling a circus tent it was oddly gothic. When I had actually entered the house I was immediately met with screams, a pair of screams, constantly overlapping each other that originated from deeper within. I believe I had about ten or so minutes before the killing took place, so I took my time walking towards it. The noise came from inside a surrealist office. It had marble flooring with a checkerboard pattern that reflected a muted blue light from the chandelier in the centre of the room. When I entered I saw the soon-to-be killer, Kureiji Ollie, and her soon to be victim. I won’t lie, I didn't know who she was at the time. Calli told me about her afterwards. The victim was anything but outstanding. They wore a button up with a black blazer that clearly wasn’t tailored, the generic wage slave's finest, also black pants.
I chose to stand in the closest corner and watch from there. It didn’t matter where I stood because they couldn’t see me but that’s just how I like to do things. After some time, the scene finally progressed to a physical altercation, Ollie lunged forward and grabbed the victim’s wrists. I don’t know if it was due to the sudden force or some hidden strength but it brought them both crashing to the ground. Ollie’s legs flailed around trying to secure her position on top of the victim which made this horrible squeaking sound. One of her legs finally managed to go over the victim’s twisting body and she secured the full mount by slamming down onto them, with her full body weight, just above their waistline. The victim’s left hand broke free and frantically bashed and slapped Ollie’s face till she caught their ring and pinky finger in her mouth. I could see the fingers pushing against the skin in between her jaw as her teeth clamped down on them, keeping them locked in place as the faint goans of struggle became an outright scream. The victim tried moving as much as they could but Ollie had too much of their body restrained, Ollie reeled her head back and I could hear the muscle and bone start to break, tear and rip. The sound it made was akin to a combination of peeling sellotape and slime. Until, of course, she ripped the fingers of the victim’s hand. A combination of blood and saliva flew across both of their bodies, a thick stream running down from the corner of Ollie’s mouth. It went so far it almost got on me. I remember the moment right after this being the most peculiar part of the whole ordeal as, for a moment, both of them had essentially stopped. The victim was screaming, eyes locked on the oozing stumps on their hand as Ollie exhaled deeply through her nose as she swallowed the digits in her mouth. The slow ingestion on the fingers almost felt like a break between rounds in a boxing match. It made me kinda annoyed since I really wanted to go home. Though after this, Ollie’s head snapped downwards. Her teeth pierced through the blood-stained button-up, latched onto the base of the victim’s neck and tore off a chunk of their neck along with a section of their shoulder. Her hands clawed at the victim’s chest leaving long bloody imprints all over their body. As she tilted her head so that she could unhinge her jaw and bite down on almost half of the victim’s skull in one bite.
Luckily for me and probably the victim, in retrospect, by the time she started to devour the victim’s skull. They were dead. I simply took the soul and headed straight back to the Underworld. They tried to talk to me on the way back. I didn’t listen. When I returned to the Underworld I handed in the soul to Calli; clocked out from work and then had some tea.
Pestilent Angel
(Tags: Abuse)
“Well Anon, if you continue like this, I’m sure you’ll be out of here in no time. Just try not to relapse again”
“Anon, it’s lunchtime!” An angel in white strolls by your bed with a food trolley.
“Oh right, I didn’t realise it was already dinner time. I’ll leave you to your meal.”
“Thanks doctor.”
“Here say ‘ahhhh.’” Said Angel now holds a spoonful of soup before your mouth.
“Jeez Kanata. I’m not that weak anymore, I can feed myself.” You try to take the spoon for yourself but she reels it back.
“Ah ah ah!” she wags her finger. “As long as you're in this hospital, you have to follow what I say. I’m doing what's best for you."
“Still, do you have to do things like this?” The doctor is still watching from the doorway, an annoying smirk is plastered on his face ”...it’s embarrassing.”
“Mouu~ You should be happy about this! Do you know how many people would kill to be fed by a beautiful girl like me?” You are extremely happy about it. Who wouldn't be happy to have such a kind and gorgeous girl caring for you 24/7? You’re honestly glad you got sick with this awful chest infection just so you could be in the company of such an angel.
But such feelings still don't negate the embarrassment that comes with being babied in front of other people
“Come on, after I feed you, I need to wipe you down.”
“Again, I’m a grown, somewhat recovering man, I can take a shower by myself. And do you have to say that so loud?” Some other nurses snicker as they walk by.
“What did I say earlier? Hmmm?”
All you can do is sigh and go “Ahhhh”. If there’s one thing you’ve learnt about her, it’s that her stubbornness knows no bounds.
“Is it good? I made it a little different this time so I hope it turned out well”
“It’s good.” It isn’t good, in addition to the usual iron-y taste her cooking has, it’s also incredibly bitter. Your facial muscles are working overtime to keep you smiling here.
“Really? I’m so glad!” Bad food aside, It’s sad to think that this is gonna come to an end soon but so is life. You can’t stay sick forever, you have a life to live; even if you wouldn’t mind staying.
—
Blood.
It erupts from your mouth with each cough, seeping down the corners of your mouth. The feeling of that red viscous liquid slowly travelling down your chin, over your neck is wholly uncomfortable. But that familiar taste of iron is ever so more disturbing.
You would love to sit up, wipe your mouth, drink some water, and call for a doctor but you barely have enough energy to formulate those needs in your head. No matter how much you urge your muscles to move, they remain dormant.
It’s getting hard to breathe. You thought you were getting better this time for sure, even the doctor had hope. So why is this happening all of a sudden? Is this it? To die by drowning in your own blood? You don’t want to die, you don’t want to die, you don’t want to die.
But you’re powerless to save yourself.
You see before you hear, in the darkness of the night, in the fading of your life. There she stands, like an angel in white.
“Anon!” She rushes over to your side, raising your head to rest on her chest while cradling your upper body.
“I’m sorry I… food…”
Your hearing fails you as your consciousness begins to waver but you wonder why she’s apologising? And 'food'? You want to ask but your blood-soaked lips can only weakly mouth your questions and even then she isn’t paying attention. Her eyes are closed as she rocks back and forth with your head, only uttering “sorry” over and over again.
—
Sunlight strikes you right in the eyes which only adds insult to injury in how awful you feel. You can still taste the blood in your mouth and it honestly makes you wanna puke. Although you feel somewhat better than before but that’s not saying much after being on death's door. At least you can move again, albeit very slowly.
As you force yourself to sit up, Kanata who has had her head resting beside you stirs as well.
“Morning”
She lunges at you and hugs you tight. “Oh god Anon, I’m so glad you’re alright.”
“Me too. And just when I thought I was getting better huh?”
“Yeah it’s a shame but I think it's also a blessing in disguise."
“W-what? Can't say I think the same."
“Well, it means you’ll be here for longer and we’ll get to be together for longer!”
“I guess... but it feels like I’m gonna stay in the hospital forever at this rate.”
“And I’ll be here to take care of you forever if that happens.”
“Wow, you really are an angel aren’t you Kanata?”
“Your angel Anon.” She smiles a dreamy smile, you think you've fallen in love again.
“Oh right!” Kanata perks up. “I made some rice pudding for breakfast but uuuuuu~ it’s all cold now”
“Eh, I'm fine with cold rice pudding too. Ahhhhhh.”
Kanata slips a spoonful into your mouth. It’s bittersweet this time around, more emphasis on the sweet though. And of course, that signature iron taste you’ve become so accustomed to. You wonder how she changed it up today.
Pretty;Psychotic;Protector
(Tags: Zeta, Sexual)
"....AH!"
The whip striking you across your naked torso awoke you in your usual spot, spread out on a horizontal wooden X with your limbs tied to one of its ends. At least there was a headrest.
The lights in the prison dungeon turned on and your usual torturer greeted you, sugary-sweet as always.
"Good morning~"
But today she had more to say before getting back to her favorite hobby.
The gray-haired girl caressed your cheek with her left while her right scratched across the mark her whip had left on you.
"Great news, soldier! The war for the Southern Islands is over. What remains of your comrades here, and your allies on The Peninsula, has been merged with your main force in the homeland. There's going to be amnesties!"
You could only respond with a grim laugh.
"Amnesty? Not after what I did with that Pavolia chick. Even though I didn't force myself on her."
Agent V7 responded with five lashes to your chest (that you endured silently) and one lash to your crotch (that got the kind of high-pitched yelp she loved out of you).
"Smart women offer themselves before enemy forces use force to force the issue, soldier. You know that."
The girl climbed on top of you, her modest chest on your belly and thick thighs around your neck. The big innovation of today was her not wearing anything at all, looking even better naked than you had imagined she would, and revealing that her hair was gray and long everywhere. You could feel her heat, her quick heartbeat, her nipples hardening against your muscles.
"But you're right, the family advertised a reward for your death and..."warned" against letting you go free."
You had dreaded that outcome after being captured, but now it felt almost relieving to have it confirmed - the last doubts removed. What felt the opposite of relieving was Zeta choking you with her sweaty thighs; though holding your breath was wise anyway, considering how close her stinky pubic jungle had gotten to your nose.
"You have no value as a prisoner now, and I could use that family's reward! Luckily for you, I've grown quite fond of you~"
The beauty began running her hands across your muscular hips and thighs, playing with your dick and balls whenever her hands came across her beloved toys.
"And I could use a victim without value...I'll kill one of the less fun prisoners and pretend he was you to get the reward, before taking you home. Right after our morning routine tomorrow!"
The agent's soft voice and skin, plus her delicate fingers being 100% focused on jerking you off and fondling your balls now, got you diamond-hard despite your body's increasing panic over lacking oxygen. How hard the meaty, muscular legs of your potential savior squeezed your skull was only a tertiary concern at this point.
"I know being a victim isn't great, but it sure beats being a soldier on the losing side. Do you disagree?"
The agent spoke as deliberately as she moved, and your survival instinct began to overrule your pride.
"Ugh...a...air...pl-...please! Air...a-AHH! FUUUCK!"
Only once Zeta's fist clenched around your left testicle did you manage to force a good amount of air past her thighs' stranglehold. Though your scream probably wouldn't have been as strong without the awful pain of Zeta digging her manicured nails into your glans.
"Ugh, this is so half-assed - you can talk, but not really. You know what? Since I can't afford you ratting me out, I might just cut out your tongue. Or claw and bite it out, like this..."
Increasingly animalistic noises escaped your throat as Zeta clawed at your foreskin, followed by heavy breathing as she slid further down your body, releasing your neck just in time. Once the basic need for oxygen was met and Zeta's teeth were starting to dig into your cock you finally managed to speak with intent, forgoing all claim to pride and defiance.
"Mercy, Agent! Mercy, Miss Zeta, I beg you!!!"
Her hands and mouth left your crotch alone as she spun herself around on you acrobatically, her gray eyes meeting yours as she smiled.
"Mercy for what...your poor precious thing, or your tongue?"
All you had left was pleading.
"...both, maybe?"
The most endearing torturer in a century laughed her soft, refined laugh.
"Well, I'm quite fond of CBT...and I can't exactly have that without your C and B. But your tongue, your potential traitor tongue...you should prove what it can do for me, hm~?"
Zeta sat up and planted her cheeks on your face, supple enough to make breathing harder again.
"Time to eat out a hot&humid elite agent, soldier! First the back, then the front. Hope you don't mind the undergrowth~"
Your favourite Guns N' Roses song came to mind as you obliged. Anything better than being executed for some light war crimes, right?
It was human nature to downplay the severity of the inevitable, of course...but deep down, the most rotten part of your brain told you that being a long-time victim of this agent might be kind of hot.
Another Dress Ruined
(Tags: Akira Mazono, Physical, Severe)
“Is the subject ready for testing?”
“Yes, we are now ready to begin the procedure.”
“Understood,” the man in a white coat responds, shuffling through his disheveled notebook. He flips to a page that is blank, save for a faded “INSTITUTE” on the top of the paper.
“Alright, Doctor. We’re bringing her in now.”
From behind the glass, the doctor sees her. The female subject is brought in by two assistants by wheelchair. They bring her to a surgical chair in the middle of the room; they then begin to strap her in with leather cuffs, as well as attaching a variety of monitoring devices all over her arms. She giggles a little and says ‘thank you’; the two assistants finish strapping her to the chair and walk out wordlessly. She sways her head back and forth as she hums merrily, staring at the two-way glass.
The doctor flips a switch; a mechanical hiss fills the sterile room as the ceiling opens, revealing a massive machine. The instrument hums along with the test subject as it adjusts itself, almost stretching like a cat. It lowers steadily until it is inches from the test subject’s head.
A steel pole ending in a cross.
A screwdriver.
The doctor presses a button as the intercom screeches to life. “Can you say your name, please?”
She nods.
“My name is Akira Mazono!”
“Good, good,” the doctor replies. Subject’s cognition is working normally. He takes another glance that the helpless guinea pig before him.
It’s almost as if she’s getting ready to go to a party. An elegant black dress. Red frills. Gold buttons. It’s nothing short of perfection. Her dress is almost as dark as the circles under her eyes, letting her bright violet eyes emerge from her dusky eyebags. Her pretty pink hair is ruled by an unruly pink strand that refuses to go down.
And crowning her head is a large, shining screw sticking out of her skull.
This is her purpose.
The machine lowers further. More nervous glances from the test subject. A metallic shnk is heard as the steel cross fills the screw’s slot. The doctor notices the change in her pulse.
“Will I be okay?” she asks to the void.
Silence.
She’s about to ask again when the intercom screeches.
“It’s okay,” the doctor’s voice finally replies. “It just wants to pet you, that’s all.”
“Pet me? Like when I pet my stuffed capybara?”
“Yes.”
“Then…” she says, her smile growing wider.
“...Please give me lots of love!”
“Of course,” he obliges.
Click
The machine whirrs as it begins to power up to full strength. Her smile flees her face as she looks up at the machine, but she does not say a word. He places two fingers on the rotational knob as he turns it slowly.
She winces in pain as the screw begins to dig into her.
“Hwah! That, that hurts!”
“It’s normal. It will only hurt for a little while.”
“O-okay…” she whines out. Her heart rate begins to elevate gradually. Doubt lingers in her eyes as they stare at the glass fruitlessly.
The knob is turned a little more.
“HYAHHH!” she sobs out. Tears start to run down her face.
The steel threads of the screw begin tearing through her brain. She lets out a deep, guttural whine as she begins to squirm in her seat. The EKG monitor shows her pulse beginning to fluctuate erratically.
“Please. Please! StHAP!” she shouts. A small trail of blood begins to run down her face, threatening to fill her mouth with the taste of steel.
“You’re doing well, be strong,” the intercom says. The grip on the knob gets tighter as it is twisted to the right.
One full rotation.
The glass only barely suppresses the subject’s horrific howls. The trickle of blood now turns into a cascade, a deep crimson paints her face as it floods into her mouth. The screw sinks deeper in. The subject flails wildly, but is unable to escape the confides of the surgical chair. Her pulse skyrockets as the EKG begins to beep faster and faster.
“UGYWAAAA!” Akira cries out, tears now pouring from her eyes.
“IT HYURTS PWEAHSE PWEAHSE!” she begs. Her pleads reach no one. The screwdriver twists further, and the screw complies. Simple physics, that’s all.
Two full rotations.
Akira rocks her head back and forth uncontrollably; a glint from the roof of her mouth tells the doctor that the screw is now all the way through her skull. Blood trickles from her head and the top of her mouth as they spill over. She cannot even speak anymore; she can only scream.
One final rotation.
The screaming stops.
“EheuEhuehEbwheeeeh…” she mewls out as her head droops over, her neck unable to stay straight. Normal brain function has ceased.
Blood, spit and brain matter mingle into one they pour from her gaping mouth. The droplets splatter all over her perfect dress.
Another successful experiment.
Another dress ruined.
At the Precipice of Madness
(Tags: (Existential?) Abuse. Hakos Baelz. Gore)
Night closes in as you walk through the empty streets. For some, the last train getting canceled is a drag. For you trying to flee the crime scene is a problem.
A police patrol zooms across the empty street and your breath hitches. You hunch and hope they don't notice your blood stained clothes
Please don't let this nightmare continue.
The patrol turns left in the corner and disappears, and so do you as you sneak into an alley. Just a few more blocks and you will reach home. One last push and you can try to fix everything here
Something just outside of your field of vision slams you into the wall, followed by a blow to the stomach that drives the air out of you as a raspy voice assaults your ears
“MONEY!GIVE ME THE FUCKING MONEY”
You protest as you feel his hands dig in your pocket, trying to crawl away as the mugger keeps raining blows on you.
“I…nothing...ack…i have nothing “
Your legs get swept and you hit the floor like a discarded toy, bones rattling as you groan in pain. The man delivers a kick to your face and the world explodes into red and white lights. Hands pat your body, but you are too busy groaning and trying to crawl away. Another blow to your ribs stops that
“Stay put asshole, ill fucking kill you” something metallic digs in your neck. A gun or a knife. His voice sounds more annoyed than rattled. This street rat has done this before
That sobers you up, focusing your mind. Maybe this can end early
“Do…Do it retard…you dickless faggot”
The metal digs in your skin, confirming it's a gun as he delivers another kick in your ribs. You muster more air
“Maybe suck some dicks like your mom, retarded monkey”
Another kick, this one is particularly vicious. He’s losing it.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Dont waste it all on..coff…on crack you rape monkey”
He grabs a handful of your hair and slams your head in the street. Despite the pain, you feel accomplished because he’s no longer searching for anything to steal.
He’s too busy beating you up
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! ONE MORE WORD AND IM FUCKING KILLING YOU”
Pain spreads through your body, but you know he’s about to blow up. You gather all your strength and roll over, looking him straight in the eye as your bloodied mouth screams at him
“FUCKING ABORTION!”
The Man’s eye hardens, the gun clicks, you hear the safety go off.
And then a loud crack.
For a second, you are free.
The alley, the street, it all goes silent. For a split second there is no pain as the muzzle flash blinds you.
For a second you don't feel fear, guilt and despair. All you feel is elation. For less than a second you are free.
And then the bullet stops in mid air.
The mugger screams, but you don't care. All you feel is despair
“No” you mumble, zoning out the man as he screams “Why do you do this”
The mugger’s scream reaches a crescendo as his skin starts peeling out, exposing his bleeding muscles and nerves. Just like Emilia in the station
“Please” you whimper “Please stop already”
The man is still alive as his muscles and bones are pulled apart, splashing the alley with all the blood in his body. A normal person would have died already.
But she’s not letting him out easily
“PLEASE! HELP! IT HURTS! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU! HELP ME MOM PLEASE”
Tears run down your face as the chunks of meat slowly tear themselves out of the bones, each one of them probably feeling this. His skin starts disintegrating, as his cries of pain and mercy intensify.
And then a finger wipes away your tears, like she always does. There is no one there except you and the man, whose bones and nerves have evaporated
”Sssh Darling, its okay”
Her voice is layered, like every single voice you've ever heard in your life speaking at the same time, all in your head
"I cant do much from here, but suicide will just send you under the heaven's filthy claws"
The chunks of meat that were once the man cry in pain, and yet somehow you wish you could be him.
He, at least, will die once she gets bored. You, however, are forever her favorite.
Every day, you will live in solitude and pain ,knowing that everyone coming close to you is bound to catch her jealous rage
"Those lousy cops are also gone...heheheh...i fused them to the seat... its so...poetic dont you think?"
Your eyes drift to the floor, where the chunks are weeping and praying to god for the pain to stop. There, in the middle of the chunks, a rat with glowing red eyes stands
"Ill forgive you for talking to that woman darling...I know you love me, but i just... i just had to, you know?"
Until the day you finally leave this world, chaos herself walks alongside you. Wherever you like it...or not
Spineless
(Tags: Sora, physical abuse)
“So unfair,” you heard the old nurse say.
It had been a week since you stopped being able to speak, likely they thought your mind was gone. Soon enough it would be.
“How long has he been here?” asked the newbie.
“His whole life, I think.”
You weren’t sure anymore if your memories of being able to walk were real or just you picturing some of the few polaroids of your early childhood. Everything before the accident was fuzzy.
“It’s sad to lose him. It was so lovely how he would read to the kids and chat with the old folks.”
Your good deeds brought you no pride.
“Who’s this girl in the photo?”
“Oh, that’s that idol. Sora something.”
“A cutie.”
That made you proud. Sora-chan. Her purity, her optimism. Those were the things that kept you going. She was what made you want to do good. After all your hardship, this scumbag universe had better reward you. In your next life, you deserved to be her boyfriend. At least her pet.
That night a voice called out to you from the void, “Anon, your time has come. Soon you will be reborn.”
“As what!?” you blurted out without thinking.
“An ant,” said the voice. Before you could protest it cut you off. “That may not be what you were hoping for, but I will reward you. You may have one day of your deepest desire.”
When your eyes opened, the placid white walls and sterile furniture of the hospital had been replaced with a menagerie of pink fabrics and knickknacks. So different, yet oddly familiar. As you peered around the messy room, you slipped off the bed. Your arm and leg shot out to catch you.
It took a long moment to process this, but when you did you leapt out of the bed. You didn’t really walk so much as hobble, but the feeling was still remarkable. It brought a tear to your eye, which you brought your furry brown hand up to wipe away.
That’s when it hit you. Sora’s boyfriend… so it was true. You had always suspected it. Sure you were alone and miserable every second waiting for her to stream, but it was totally fine that Sora had her secret life. Yes, it was totally fine.
It was then that you decided to check for the other body part you had gone your whole life without ever being able to use. You felt around your groin, but found nothing but a strange flap.
“Ankimo?” came that voice from behind you. “Where do you think you’re touching?”
You turned to see Sora towering over you, gazing down with disapproval. You tried to explain yourself but all that came out was squeaks.
“No excuses. I don’t remember giving you permission to do that,” she said, folding her arms. Perhaps sensing your cowering desperation she softened up a bit. “Well, I suppose a little is fine.”
She went over to a locked cabinet and opened it. From inside she took out a large purple dildo with balls attached. You jumped a bit as she approached you with it, but she simply grabbed you and slipped the back end into the flap on your crotch. Like magic, you immediately felt a chill on the sensitive organs.
You had spent so many hours fantasizing about this. A working penis, erect and within your grasp. That joy that all other men experienced. You immediately grabbed onto it with both hands. The sensation was immediately amazing.
“No!” shouted Sora, as she sent her foot square into your plastic balls. “Hands off!”
The kick sent you flying, landing face down. You nearly vomited cotton stuffing. Your whole life had been suffering, but this was true pain.
From behind she stomped down on your cock and balls and ground them into the carpet. “You only get to feel good when I say so. You need to be punished.” She never took her foot off you as you listened to her pulling at something. It clicked when you heard the crack.
Were you made of flesh, her whip would have torn it open. If this was what Ankimo was into, you were made of softer stuff than he. Yet you couldn’t stop her, only her arm getting tired did.
She flipped you over with her foot and placed it right back atop your cock. “Understood?” Yet before she had finished speaking you were already thrusting your hips into her sole.
“You still really want to cum that badly?”
You nodded your head as hard as you could, terrified but willing to take the only chance you would ever get. Your one and only orgasm.
She giggled, but when she stopped what remained was an evil grin. “No. Not today.” She reached down and ripped the plastic cock from your fuzzy body, locking it back up in one motion, and returned with a paddle.
Later that night the two of you laid in bed, Sora’s sleeping breath warming your neck while your wounds throbbed. You didn’t dare to close your eyes. You couldn’t miss a single moment of this day. But regardless, the darkness still came for you. As your consciousness was torn from the borrowed body you thought, maybe being an ant won’t be so bad. If you were lucky, Sora-sama might step on you.
An Orca's Awakening
(Tags: Chloe, Koyori, physical)
“And this is the brains of our organization. Chloe, meet Koyori.”
“Oh Lui-nee, you actually brought me a real live orca! I know I’ve been asking for new subjects but you really outdid yourself.” Koyori exclaims, checking over the newcomer who was garbed in torn rags that barely concealed her figure.
“She’s not a subject, she’s our newest member.” Lui corrects her while placing an arm over the girl’s shoulder when she shudders away from the coyote’s prodding. “Pending your approval of course. Try not to get carried away please.”
The orca lets the strange girl in a lab coat take her by the arm and whisks her away with an excited, but disturbing giggle. She had only ever known servitude, and by some miracle, an accident freed her. The first person to greet her at the start of her new life was a kind, gentle faced woman. She offered her a choice, the first she had ever been given; come with her and help create a world where she would never be in binds again, or walk away.
The room she was pulled into was like nothing she had ever seen before; strange colored lights blip along metal window boxes that look to be part of the far wall itself, white tables that hold glasses of all shapes and sizes that pop out with curiously colored mixtures, and other strange devices.
“Hello? Orca? Are you still in there?” Koyori breaks her out of the fleeting stupor.
“Huh? Y-Yes.”
“Wonderful. Can’t do a proper examination if you’re already too broken to speak.” The coyote chirps.
Koyori sits down on a mobile stool, and pats the plain chair in front of her.
“Let’s begin. What would you say your pain threshold is?”
“I was a slave, so I was beaten nearly every day.”
“So pretty high? Good. I’ve read about the resilience of orcas. They say your kind are tougher than iron, but what else are you capable of?”
“How should I know?” Chloe shrugs.
“Then we’ll learn together.” Koyori’s fangs glisten. “Let’s continue. Stand and take off your clothes.”
Chloe sighed, but did what she was told. It was first nature.
Malnourished
Strong frame
Powerful lungs
Well endowed
After the initial assessment, came the experiments.
Incisions along her stomach to examine her blood, blue flame held over her skin until it discolored, pulses of electricity forced through her system by a taser. Chloe begged her to stop but to no avail. All in the name of science Koyori would say, but the look of manic delight on her face told a very different story.
“As I hoped, an orca demi-human is a prime specimen.” Koyori jots down a few more findings and hums a thinking tune. “Just one more thing before we move on.” She hands Chloe a vial filled with a deep purple liquid. “Drink.”
She chugged the entire vial. As soon as the thick substance slithered past her throat, she felt a violent urge to vomit. She fell forward, her palms and feet burned against the cold floor. All her wounds from today’s ordeal pulsed, and she felt as though her insides were being rearranged. Then as quickly as it came, the anguish left in a hot flash, she stared at her own reflection in the puddle of sweat that lay underneath her. She also noticed something harrowing, all her wounds and burns, they were all gone.
Koyori nods and writes on her pad. “Excellent. How would you say you feel right now”
“Like I want to die.”
“But you won’t~ which is good. I still have some refinement to do in my calculations. Now go wash up.”
“Wha? I’m not done? After all that?”
“Of course not. I have a good idea of your physiology, but I need to assess if you can actually be of use to us.”
“But Lui said-”
“Lui wants results, and you’re going to help me deliver. My other subjects are too fragile, but you can be my greatest guinea orca, and one of our greatest weapons.”
Over the week Chloe was ordered to ingest strange chemicals that rattled her from the inside, fight strange machines and even murder mutated beasts. Any defiance was met with harsh punishment, and all she could do was follow orders, like always. The worst part was, she was beginning to enjoy the violence, the feeling of bone snapping under her foot, it felt relieving. The realization was sickening.
As Chloe sat in her room contemplating her chosen fate, Lui paid her a visit.
“Good evening, Chloe.” She wears a bright smile. “I have some good news.”
The girl is handed a neatly folded stack of black and plaid clothing, with a white eyed mask resting on the top.
“My darkness would officially like to welcome you to HoloX. I know the past week hasn’t been easy, but it is all so that the world may be repainted. No one should have to live in chains simply for being born like you did. By helping us, you’ll always be free. Will you join us? Will you join me?”
Without a word she grabbed the mask. “For my darkness.”
Daydreams
(Tags: Shiori, (Light) Abuse, Doomed)
The sound of death rings out as you clash for what you hope is the last time.
Every blow makes your body pulse with fatigue. She is aided by forbidden alchemy and insight, but you are only human. For every blow you strike, you are gouged and severed, but it is only flesh.
Her death approaches.
The Archivist, last of her ilk, wields an innocuous letter opener. Her magic has left her, but the blade drips still with blood that is not your own, letted from victims whom the years will not let you forget.
The last strike sends her reeling. She heaves an involuntary gasp, as if reminded suddenly of her own humanity, here at the edge of the cliff. She toes the edge of an invisible circle, mindful as you are of how the coin can flip.
“Don’t… be so eager, my darling jailer,” she pants.
“This story has gone on long enough,” you preempt.
“I disagree. There’s still so much to learn. So much to see. You understand, don’t you?”
“Better than anyone.”
“Anyone?” she teases weakly, her voice a broken lyre whose tune you had once let demand your heart.
“Imprisonment to The Cell is for eternity unto death – prisoner and jailer alike. No friend, lover, nor family member could be so familiar as the Librarians.”
“Your fellow knights… such a dauntless bunch.” She stokes the red inside you. You don’t dare deny the intent.
“Dauntless and greater to me, every one. Only by survival do I claim to be first. It is for them that you must die.”
Their voices echo these halls calling for the end to this wretched tale.
Shiori… she will never stop. Life and death mean nothing to her. Tools and tales all; a single soul weighed against a scrap of knowledge is no sale, but a cycle. Civilizations would fall to feed her gluttonous soul, if not for you and this moment.
“Yes… this must end. Today, both of us leave The Cell.” Coldness is etched into your breath, seeping bitterly into your voice.
Beneath the madness, her golden eyes soften with weariness. “I suppose this is a wonderful end too, is it not?”
“Come and die, Shiori.”
You summon your fury and spring after her. A slip of mana escapes from the Archivist’s foot as reeds of papyrus erupt forth to block your assault.
Though your momentum is slowed and exhaustion crumples you to the floor, your blades collide once again as she is flung into a spire of tomes. You waste no time, but neither does she, adrenaline compelling you both to stand once more.
The air boils close to eruption; the atmosphere bubbles with delirium. You circle – each trying to take the lead, yearning for the intimacy of the kill – to cut your fangs on the other’s throat.
You melt and suffocate beneath the red fugue, drifting lost where your days were spent whiling the intimate hours away in this very chamber – when you loved the hunt as two. You could glimpse into her passion and nearly get swept within, becoming her companion on the endless journey: her prisoner – her knight.
Yes, jailers and prisoners both are inhabitants of The Cell. From Eternity Unto Death. There was indeed a time when you pictured that eternity with her.
You wonder if she saw the same.
Lost in memory, you have suffered another wound, but what is more blood spilt in your home? You grip Shiori’s pale, delicate wrist with your palm, rejecting her as she struggles to pull the dagger free. With the other, you jam your blade through her torso as her widening eyes send you into vertigo.
What did she expect? This was always going to be the end, from the moment she killed your brothers and flew from this cage. That she returned at all is proof she expected this climax.
You slam your blade into the wood beneath with the last of your strength, spearing her to the foundation. In a swift move, you encircle her sorceress fingers with yours and crush until they snap.
You curse the lonesome part of you reminding you to cover her lips, lest she speak enchantment into the air.
Alas, your blade has driven the air from her lungs. She gasps and silently asks her endless questions to the gods above, but no one answers. No one is there but you.
When Shiori is finally called to account before the heavens, she and those lost will be reunited, but you will remain at an empty home amidst the memories gathering dust on the walls. Perhaps the Library will one day have a new prisoner and new jailers, but you will always be hers, locked away in the warmth of yesterday.
You lock eyes. Is there understanding reflected in the glow, or is it the death spiral of two caged animals? The possibilities left unrealized slip away with the scent of blood on the wind, and the flesh in your maw tastes no sweeter for it.
You allow your hatred its due and watch as she fades away. All that remains of you is you. You hold her close and rest with her for the last time.
The world is saved. There is nothing for you but faded golden daydreams.
Gooberball
(Tags: Gura, sexual, severe)
Gura stepped into the room donning a soccer uniform and a skip in her step. -Hoowa! Time to get serious, time for the penalties!-
Across the room she saw her target, your cock and balls sticking out of a hole and eagerly awaiting to be kicked into the stratosphere.
-Ho... - Gura took a few steps back for momentun, and then ran at full throttle towards her balls - Haaa!- She screamed. Despite her determined demeanor, she couldn't outrun her idiocy. Tripping on her own foot, Gura fell with her knee on top of the two testicles. Your muffled screams escaped your prison underneath the floor as the girl's bony knee threatened to turn your balls into mist.
-Is that a homerun? Do I run?- Gura looked around at the nonexistent crowd. -Yeeeah! Told you I was the best!- She said as she ran circles around your twitching member. Whimpers and cries escaped your muffled mouth as you felt the pain rush to your head like a gunshot. Your balls were so sore they felt as if you didn't have them any longer. Just as you thought the show was over, Gura's voice crept inside your hiding spot.
-Huh? 1-1? I have to uneven the scores? -She said as looked back down at your cock and balls. -Alright, I'll do it!
In a macabre twist of fate, the anticipation of Gura's second kick made you shoot a load of cum and blood, one that Gura wouldn't notice as she ran back towards your dick and accidentally slipped foward so hard she was flipped horizontally.
And so, standing on her nose and her bodyweight exerting its pressure, Gura's neck snapped and she died, her limp body coming down on just the right angle for her foot to kick you on the balls again.