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viskynarov Jan 27th, 2020 (edited) 500 Never
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  1. >be me
  2. >be asleep
  3. >be dreaming of cute girls and guns
  4. >feel something vibrating in pinky finger
  5. >slowly wake up
  6. >it’s 2 AM in the night
  7. >why did my alarm go off?
  8. >the screen of my tablet on my bedside night stand is flashing a soft red
  9. >I pick it up
  10. >the red light is the critical warning signal
  11. >something is wrong
  12. >I unlock the tablet to check what activated the alarm
  13. >the screen is in night mode, putting no strain in my eyes
  14. >the motion sensors are detecting something big moving in the kitchen
  15. >someone has broken into my house
  16. >that’s not good
  17. >I grab my trusty hk mark 23 with its rugged obsidian suppressor and walk outside my room
  18. >pistol in one hand, tablet in another
  19. >the sensors are still detecting something still in the kitchen
  20. >whoever or whatever it is, it’s not moving
  21. >as i get to the kitchen i hear weird sloppy sounds
  22. >there’s a faint light coming from the doorway
  23. >it’s digging through my fridge
  24. >the motherfucker
  25. >I creep into the kitchen
  26. >the thing is wearing a cloak of some kind
  27. >it’s clearly a humanoid of some sorts
  28. >very short and thin
  29. >I turn the lights on and put my best “gonna fuck you up” face I can make
  30. >the intruder, startled by the lights, gasp before slamming the fridge door shut and trying to run to the door
  31. >only to come face to face with me
  32. >“YOU PICKED THE WRONG HOUSE FOO!”
  33. >the intruders slips trying to stop before running into me
  34. >I throw myself on top of it, punching it in the head until it stops struggling
  35. >the figure gets into a fetal position and covers its head with its…
  36. >hands…?
  37. >no…
  38. >what the fuck is this thing?
  39. >I rip the cloak of the intruder to reveal a female figure
  40. >but not exactly human
  41. >the first thing that sticks out is a pair big black triangular ears on top of her dark brown hair
  42. >they are pointing straight up and the left one has a notch near the tip
  43. >definitely a monstergirl
  44. >the second thing is her arms
  45. >they are not exactly arms per say
  46. >they are more like thin boney twigs with membrane between her fingers, wrist and armpit
  47. >it’s patagium, they are wings
  48. >this girl is some sort of bat monster
  49. >I didn’t notice her wings right away because I thought it was some sort of weird clothing
  50. >but that doesn’t matter right now
  51. >I pick her up by her scruff and lift her up
  52. >she begins to whimpers in pain, scratching my hands to let go
  53. >“what are you doing in my house? how did you get in?”
  54. >“I-I’m sorry, I don’t have anything, I was just so hungry and you l-left a window open I couldn’t help it!”
  55. >I move one of her wings out of the way to check the rest of her body
  56. >she is wearing a designer purple tank top and denim short shorts
  57. >both clearly new
  58. >her legs turn more animalistic a few inches below her knee
  59. >with fur and little claws for toes
  60. >I pull on her tank top with the muzzle of my pistol
  61. >“this… is not the clothing someone in need wears, there are expensive and you are clearly just a petty thief”
  62. >“n-NO! I AM NOT!”
  63. >she begins to trash around trying to free herself
  64. >her struggling is very weak on the account of her small frame
  65. >unlike harpies, bats don’t have very light frames
  66. >that’s why they are short and have very big wings
  67. >she may be only 2/3 my size but she must be around my age range
  68. >I hear Chell walk down the stair
  69. >she stays midway the staircase just looking at us
  70. >pajamas on and bags under her eyes
  71. >“I caught a little shit that snuck in, bring down your box of toys, I’m showing her how we deal with thieves in this house”
  72. >she rubs her right eye before nodding and walking back up
  73. >what an obedient girl she has become
  74. >I should reward her for that
  75.  
  76. >the bat stops fighting and resorts to pleading
  77. >“p-please, I’m sorry I broke into your house and ate all your fruit, let me go and you’ll never see me again I promise”
  78. >“nah”
  79. >Chell walks downstairs carrying a big cardboard box labeled “toys”
  80. >“put it on the basement”
  81. >she carries the box downstairs with me following behind her
  82. >the basement is just one big concrete box where our water boiler is
  83. >I installed some steel tube rafters on the ceiling for special occasions like this one
  84. >besides that it’s completely empty
  85. >there are some little windows right under the ceiling where light should enter
  86. >but because I haven’t cleaned the garden in a week all the death leaves on the ground cover them
  87. >leaving only a dim lightbulb to illuminate the entire room
  88. >Chell puts down the box and turns to me
  89. >I walk up to her and begin to rub her cheek with my thumb
  90. >at first she flinches to my contact but eases quickly
  91. >“you have been such a good girl these days”
  92. >I plant a kiss on her forehead before patting her head
  93. >“go to sleep, I’ll make you a nice breakfast in the morning, ok?”
  94. >she nods and wipes her nose before leaving
  95. >“right, now to deal with you”
  96. >I drop the bat onto the ground
  97. >she immediately crawls backwards into a wall
  98. >her little feet claws clacking rapidly
  99. >I kick the box close to her
  100. >“what are you gonna do to me?”
  101. >tears forming on her eyes
  102. >I don’t respond, just open the box and pull out a roll of duct tape
  103. >the distinctive rip of duct tape fills my ears as I pull a big strip
  104. >it’s like music to me
  105. >she is shaking her head like crazy
  106. >I pin her down and tie her arms to her body with the duct tape
  107. >she starts struggling like crazy beneath me
  108. >she starts screaming
  109. >her noises go through me and make me feel weird
  110. >“geez! SHUT UP!”
  111. >she immediately closes her mouth and puffs her cheeks
  112. >tears streaming down her face
  113. >when I’m done her arms are bound to her torso, her legs are completely bent and tied to her sides
  114. >leaving her crotch exposed
  115. >I rip her shorts off, exposing a little flat triangular tail above her butt
  116. >she wasn’t wearing any panties
  117. >damn, her bits are pristine
  118. >clearly a virgin
  119. >she has nice even butt cheeks and her hymen is intact
  120. >not for long though
  121.  
  122. >I start running my index finger between her soft lips
  123. >faster and faster with every pass
  124. >her entire body starts quivering
  125. >“ah… ah… please… I can’t…”
  126. >I suddenly insert two fingers into her
  127. >she arches her back and her thighs go tense
  128. >I start my fingers around as fast as I can
  129. >and reaching as deep as I can go
  130. >the bat starts panting rapidly
  131. >little trails of blood start dripping from her labia
  132. >“this is your first time feeling something like this, right?”
  133. >she stars sniffling and sobbing harder
  134. >“I-I wanted my first time to be s-special!”
  135. >“well, you can’t always be on control of everything”
  136. >I bend my fingers into a hook and pull out hard
  137. >scrapping her innards and pulling on one of her lips
  138. >making her scream and sending little droplets of blood into my shirt
  139. >I clean the fluids of my finger by rubbing it off with the fur of her legs
  140. >the bat is panting heavily now
  141. >I crouch down to the toy box and pull a little packet containing one fresh long sleeved disposable rubber glove
  142. >I tear it open and stretch it over my right hand
  143. >the rubber glove makes a hearty snap as it sticks tightly to my whole forearm
  144. >"since you seem to have shit inside your head instead of brains, i have decided to look for them inside your ass"
  145. >"w-wait, WHAT?!"
  146. >I start by sticking only two fingers in
  147. >seeming to not provoke a response so far
  148. >“yo-you are not serious! you are not gonna put your whole a-”
  149. >I press my free hand over her abdomen
  150. >she looks at me and shakes her head as tears start rolling down her cheeks
  151. >I prove her wrong by immediately shoving my entire hand into her rectum
  152. >she starts screeching again
  153. >I can actually feel something tearing up in there
  154. >her little toe claws curl and quiver
  155. >her whole body tenses up
  156. >blood starts seeping out
  157. >I move my hand around
  158. >not only back and forth but also side to side
  159. >making sure poke and pull on every inch of innards I can reach with my fingers
  160. >the bat starts convulsing as her screeches get more and more intense
  161. >they are drilling into my ears
  162. >she’s gonna leave me deaf
  163. >I pull out my hand from between her cheeks
  164. >hooking my fingers around a flap of intestine
  165. >prompting her asshole to prolapse
  166. >her inside-out rectum is peppered with driblets of blood
  167. >gotta put an end to those annoying sounds
  168. >I search around in the toy box for the best tool for the job
  169. >here it is, the almighty ball gag
  170. >I’ve never had a chance to use this before
  171. >Chell has always been nice and quiet
  172. >my good girl
  173. >i’ve already figured out how to reward her
  174. >she’s gonna be so happy
  175.  
  176. >anyway
  177. >I walk around her and place the ballgag in her mouth
  178. >just as I’m adjusting it I hear something similar to an unproperly closed sink
  179. >what the fuck?
  180. >looking around her I just manage to catch the stream stopping
  181. >did she just…?
  182. >…ok then
  183. >the bat’s muffled pleading is more bearable than those awful screeches
  184. >I could feel them in my insides
  185. >and through my bones
  186. >augh
  187. >it feels awful
  188. >but that’s over
  189. >now the final act for tonight
  190. >I look through the box again
  191. >I hope I left batteries in them
  192. >here they are
  193. >a fist full of bullet vibrators
  194. >I tape one to her clit
  195. >I shove one as deep as I can her urethral track
  196. >she lets out a little yelp with that one
  197. >and the rest I shove them as neatly and as deep as I can into her pussy
  198. >I flick the remote on all of them
  199. >immediately the bat begins to spasm and contort in unnatural ways
  200. >dribble starts to pour from the sides of her mouth as she attempts to vocalize
  201. >only to produce muffled and incoherent screams
  202. >I laugh to myself a little
  203. >playing with girls is always fun
  204. >but punishing a bad one is gratifying
  205. >“well, let’s see how you turn up in the morning, hoe”
  206. >I tap her twitching legs with my foot before spinning on my heels and heading to the stairs
  207. >I hear a little plook sound and feel liquid splash my other leg
  208. >as I look down, I realize that I have, indeed, stepped on her piss puddle
  209. >“AW FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
  210.  
  211. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  212. >it’s been an entire day since the bat broke into my house
  213. >I haven’t checked on her since that last time
  214. >I got very angry at the end, so I barely slept that night
  215. >in the morning I made Chell some delicious pancakes with sunny side ups and bacon
  216. >she seemed to enjoy them
  217. >later in the evening I went grocery shopping
  218. >I made sure to pick up extra fruit
  219. >can’t have my guest starving after all
  220. >although I have a special meal planned for her
  221. >I have to make sure she’s hungry
  222. >“don’t want her missing this”
  223. >I said as I opened the door to the basement again
  224. >a big porcelain bowl in my hand
  225. >flicking the light switch to see that she has passed out at the base of the stairs
  226. >she crawled there and couldn’t get up the stairs
  227. >considering all her limbs where bound, it must have taken her quite the effort to get there
  228. >too bad is was mostly for nothing
  229. >I bend down and pick up a water pitcher I had put down to free my hand and open the door
  230. >she starts to react to the noise my shoes made against the steps of the staircase
  231. >slowly coming back to her senses
  232. >ballgag and toys still on their place
  233. >she looks so miserable
  234. >but I don’t feel pity
  235. >she earned this
  236. >this is punishment
  237. >once conscious enough to notice me she started freaking out
  238. >wriggling like a worm trying to crawl away from me
  239. >she has bags under her eyes and bruises on her forehead and left arm
  240. >that’s the side she must have crawled on
  241. >I grab her by the shirt and prop her against the wall
  242. >the moment I take the ballgag off she starts coughing and sobbing
  243. >“I never asked you your name”
  244. >“w-what?”
  245. >“what’s your name?”
  246. >“I’m… I- my name is…”
  247. >she starts sniffling aggressively
  248. >she breaks down crying
  249. >I put my hand under her chin and point her head forwards
  250. >locking eyes
  251. >she musters the will to calm down and speak
  252. >“m-my name is a… a-Amapola”
  253. >“nice to meet you Amapola, say, are you hungry?”
  254. >she doesn’t respond
  255. >she just sits there shaking
  256. >I lift the bowl and wave it in front of her face a little
  257. >her nose twitches a bit
  258. >a little bit of drool hangs from her mouth
  259. >she gives me a reluctant nod followed by and empty sigh
  260. >“good, I know you’ll like this”
  261. >I said as I put the pitcher down on the ground
  262. >grabbing the fork I had left inside the bowl with the bits of fruit
  263. >I squatted down and began placing bits of assorted fruit into her mouth
  264. >she seemed to doze off after the first few bite
  265. >her stare was lost
  266. >head tilted to the side
  267. >ears twitching
  268. >not reacting to anything besides the bits of fruit being gently pushed into her mouth
  269. >“it’s a bit dull, isn’t it”
  270. >she nods slowly
  271. >“don’t worry, I have just the solution”
  272. >I move back a bit and unbutton my pants
  273. >her face turns to horror as I begin to jack off right in front of her
  274. >I make sure to stare her down the entire time
  275. >tears start forming on her eyes again
  276. >I keep going for however many minutes it takes
  277. >when I’m feeling close I place the tip of my dick over the fruit bowl
  278. >letting loose, I decorate her meal with my seed
  279. >I sigh in relief as I pull a pair of napkins from my back pocket to clean my dick
  280. >closing my pants again and mixing the man frosting with the rest of the fruit
  281. >Amapola is visibly cringing
  282. >“this will add to the flavor”
  283. >I get face to face with her
  284. >she has her mouth closed tight
  285. >“come on, this is your only meal of the day so you better enjoy it”
  286. >she shakes her head and moves around trying to avoid the fork with seasoned fruit
  287. >“don’t be such a baby and eat it!”
  288. >she has to eat it
  289. >I’m not leaving this basement until she does so
  290. >if she won’t do it willingly then I have to use my mother’s old technique
  291. >this always worked with me and my siblings
  292. >I pinch her nose close
  293. >she tightens her mouth more
  294. >she knows what I’m doing
  295. >so let’s see how much she can endure
  296.  
  297. >15 seconds in: she’s beginning to look distressed
  298. >20 seconds in: she starts struggling and shaking her head
  299. >30 seconds: her chest starts spazzing and contracting in a weird bit
  300. >50: her eyes roll back on their sockets
  301. >at the minute and 7 seconds mark she gives in and opens her mouth a little to breath
  302. >the moment I see this happen I quickly shove my fingers of the hand I was using to pinch her nose into her mouth before she can close it again
  303. >it doesn’t take much strength to pry her mouth wide open
  304. >her wriggling gets frantic as I pour as much of the contents of the bowl into her gaping mouth
  305. >she tries her best to shove it out of her mouth with her tongue but the love coated fruit proves to be too numerous for her
  306. >some bits do fall out but it’s a small amount
  307. >I quickly pull back my fingers and hold her lips shut with my hand
  308. >tears roll down her stuffed cheeks as she gives up and begins to chew
  309. >she takes several swallows to empty her mouth again
  310. >“see? It wasn’t that bad”
  311. >she goes limp as I continue feeding her the rest of the fruit bowl
  312. >when she’s done, I pull her tank top up to her face and wipe the fruit juices and cum stains on her lips
  313. >with her shirt in my hand I get an idea
  314. >I pull out my wallet and take my credit card knife
  315. >since I can remove her shirt normally with her arms bound, I simply cut it off
  316. >she has a pair of little perky breast
  317. >like a couple of small mounds of sand on an otherwise calm even beach
  318. >they are quite cute
  319. >I want to chew on them a little
  320. >instead I just pinch one gently to see how she would react
  321. >she flinches and makes this weird sound that’s like a combination of a squeak and a moan
  322. >I tug on it a little bit harder
  323. >her cheeks turn red in a blush as the little squeaks get a bit louder
  324. >I run my finger down her chest
  325. >tracing her flat stomach and circling her belly button
  326. >my gaze wonders down to her crotch
  327. >she still has the vibrator stuck to her orifices
  328. >they have stopped working
  329. >probably ran out of battery
  330. >she flinches and lets out little moans as I’m pulling them out one by one
  331. >her crotch is completely wet
  332. >I grab one of the scraps of shirt and use it to wipe her labia clean
  333. >I gather the rest of the scraps of clothing and put them in a pile to make it easier to carry out to the trash
  334. >as I’m standing up to leave, I see her lips start to quiver and her breathing gets heavy
  335. >“w-wait… I’m… thirsty…”
  336. >oh right
  337. >that’s what the water pitcher was for
  338. >“oh, sorry”
  339. >I said as I squatted down again, picking the pitcher up and moving it close to her mouth
  340. >she starts sipping directly from it
  341. >I put my free hand under her chin in case she spills some water
  342. >after she’s done drinking, I leave the basement and start some preparations
  343. >I have another special surprise for Chell
  344. >the evening flies by
  345. >by the time the sun sets, I’m done preparing the surprise
  346. >I arrange everything to reveal the surprise by dinners end
  347. >the sky has darkened
  348. >the only light in the house coming from the kitchen as I’m preparing dinner
  349. >teriyaki chicken popcorn with a side of steamed broccoli served with garlic hummus
  350. >the heavenly scent of the food is being spreads throughout the house by a small retro desk fan on the kitchen bar besides me
  351. >the sound of steps coming down the staircase gets my attention
  352. >she’s coming down on her own
  353. >that’s rare, I usually have to drag her out of the room to come eat
  354. >she sniffs through the air as she walks down the stairs, and nonchalantly walks to the table and sits down
  355. >“what’s with that confident stride?”
  356. >“i-I smelled something nice… so I came down to eat”
  357. >“great timing, it’s pretty much done, just hold on a few seconds”
  358. >I move the fan over to point it at the door that leads to the basement
  359. >I walk to the door and open it
  360. >enough of the light from the kitchen passes around my figure to dimly illuminate the bottom of the stairs
  361. >Amapola is at the base of the stairs again and she’s looking up
  362. >she’s gonna be able to smell the delicious food but touch none of it
  363.  
  364. >I give her a little smile and a wave before retreating back to the dinner table
  365. >Chell is scratching her head and waiting calmly
  366. >however, her lower pair of arms seem to be quite irritated
  367. >they are twitching and tapping the table rapidly
  368. >I don’t know if they have a will of their own like octopuses or if she’s faking her calm demeanor, but her biology is betraying that façade
  369. >which ever one is it, it just goes to show that I need to study her further
  370. >I served our plates with a good amount of food, making sure to put a bit more of the chicken in Chell’s plate
  371. >her antennae, or what’s left of them, twitch in excitement when I place the plate in front of her
  372. >she takes no time before she starts eating
  373. >I start too, making quick work of my food but making sure to savor it properly
  374. >food made with effort is meant to be enjoyed after all
  375. >I finish my plate before Chell, getting up only to put it in the sink to then sit back down and wait for her
  376. >when she’s done, she tries to get up and put her plate on the sink too, but before she could even lift a finger off the floor, I stop her and grab her plate
  377. >put it in the sink and return to the table
  378. >her face turns from a smile to a worried look
  379. >“w-what’s the matter?”
  380. >I give her a coy smile as I bent down to grab a cardboard box from under the table
  381. >setting on top of it, her face turns to worry
  382. >“I have a surprise for you… and it’s the good kind so chin up”
  383. >I put the box in front of her and she hesitantly opens it
  384. >the box contains a set off electronic implants that look like her older antennae and a silver chip
  385. >“w-what are all these things?”
  386. >“upgrades, I developed them myself”
  387. >I started developing these a few days after Chell came into my life
  388. >the first ones were total rushjobs
  389. >they were dangerous and unsanitary
  390. >that's why I decided to limit their use on her from the moment she became more docile
  391. >Chell reaches into the box and pulls out one of the prosthetic antenna
  392. >she inspects it thoroughly
  393. >“those are not only a more natural looking headers but they are actually fully functional prosthetic antennae, you’ll feel like if you had never lost the first ones”
  394. >I can see a single tear form in her left eye as those words escape my mouth
  395. >“and this piece of metal?”
  396. >“that’s my new neural chip, it will replace the spinal port in the back of your neck…
  397. >Chell moves her hand to the back of her head and runs her fingers over the rubber cap that covers the hole on the back of her neck
  398. >…and it’s wireless, so you’ll never have to wear the dangerous and cumbersome steel collar again”
  399. >she flicks the tear in her eye and starts sniffling
  400. >“you like them?”
  401. >she nods
  402. >“you want me to install them on you right now?”
  403. >she stands still for a few seconds thinking her answer
  404. >“it’s a quick process, the new header just simply clamp onto the stumps of your old antennae and the chip is just a matter of removing your spinal port, connecting the chip, and sealing your skin again, I can do this in no time”
  405. >Chell slowly nods, almost in a hesitant fashion
  406. >“wonderful, just let me go get my instruments and a dose of anesthetics, you’ll be feeling better in less than 15 minutes, I promise”
  407. >as I head to my room, I hear Chell start sniffling behind me
  408. >no doubt, she feels terrible now
  409. >I just dug up a grave filled with the horrible and painful memories of the first time we met
  410. >I’ll make it up to her
  411. >this upgrade will make her feel so good
  412. >she's gonna be so happy
  413.  
  414. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  415. >11 minutes later
  416. >Chell is laying her head against the table as I prepare to seal the wound
  417. >I grab a paper clip and unfold it, turning it into a makeshift ejector pin
  418. >I insert the pin into a small hole on the side of the chip
  419. >like if I was ejecting the SIM card of a phone
  420. >a small green LED light starts flashing in a constant pulse on that same side of the chip, indicating that it is powered and properly attached
  421. >I take the pin out and grab the already threaded needle
  422. >Chell’s breathing gets uneasy when I begin to suture the incisions close
  423. >“does that hurt?”
  424. >“n-no, it just feels u-uncomfortable”
  425. >“don’t worry, I’m almost done”
  426. >I took my time to make sure I was making strong even sutures
  427. >if they came undone before fully healing could pose a serious health risk to Chell
  428. >I sigh in relief as I cut the leftover thread, sealing her cut close
  429. >a thin layer of red stained my gloves and instruments
  430. >“it’s close but I’m not done yet, don’t move”
  431. >I pick up all the instruments and put them on a silver tray which I then pun on the sink
  432. >I threw out the bloody gloves and the used syringe that was once filled with anesthetic
  433. >now I only need to clean and protect Chell’s delicate neck
  434. >with a lightly wet paper towel I cleaned the blood that stuck to her skin
  435. >making sure not to disturb the sutures
  436. >once clean and dry I applied a refreshing healing ointment on the area and patched a gauze over it
  437. >“there, done”
  438. >Chell slowly rises her head
  439. >she has a completely tired demeanor
  440. >“you want to go to bed?”
  441. >she replies by slowly nodding
  442. >“ok, stand still for a sec”
  443. >I put my arms under her knees and back to hoist her up
  444. >before carrying her to the bedroom I turned the fan off and close the basement door
  445. >“when you wake up your neck is going to itch and sting a little, don’t try to scratch it, ok?”
  446. >Chell nods as her eyes fall heavier and heavier
  447. >she’s practically asleep by the time I tuck her into bed
  448. >I go back downstairs to clean my instruments before ending the day
  449.  
  450. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  451. >noon of the next day
  452. >I was sweeping the floors of the house when I heard a knock on the door
  453. >I approached the door carefully
  454. >looking out of the peeping hole with my hand in my holster
  455. >outside my door stands a young man with a DHL uniform
  456. >ah, it’s here
  457. >I thought to myself as a grin creep up to my face
  458. >after opening the door, the man just made me sign a paper and left without further input
  459. >just the way I like it
  460. >I open the box to inspect its contents
  461. >everything I ordered is here
  462. >nice
  463. >once I’m finished with the floor, I grab a piece of cork from a decorative wine bottle in the kitchen and a knife
  464. >I put them in the box and head down the basement
  465. >Amapola is still at the bottom
  466. >but this time she has managed to climb one step of the staircase
  467. >“making steady progress I see?”
  468. >my voice triggers her flight or fight response as she suddenly starts squirming and struggling
  469. >“p-PLEASE LET ME GO!”
  470. >“no can’t do little lady, not until you have learned your lesson”
  471. >“m-my body hurts, I c-can’t- …PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!”
  472. >“sorry, but you are a liability, I can’t allow you going out there and telling people of who am I and where do I live”
  473. >“I’m- I won’t say anything, I promise!”
  474. >“perhaps you are saying the truth, but I won’t take the chance”
  475. >tears start rolling down her cheeks
  476. >“n-no…”
  477. >“in the meantime, I have something I want to test”
  478. >I drag her back to the wall and open the box besides her
  479. >inside, besides the items I put in, are what I ordered
  480. >a book of incantations and spells, a brush, and a special paint used for rituals
  481. >all from a very nice wizard from Germany
  482. >I move Amapola over and start painting stokes around her limbs
  483. >filling them with random streaks of black
  484. >I put one going horizontally across her neck
  485. >on her torso it’s a different story
  486. >I put one across her belly, 2 inches over her belly button and across where her legs meet her torso
  487. >finally, I grab the knife
  488. >she starts to freak out and scream
  489. >I’m not going to hurt her
  490. >instead I use it to cut her binds
  491. >she immediately stands up, but doesn’t go anywhere
  492. >she instead puts her arms up in a defensive position
  493. >silly bat, I have ascended beyond the physical spectrum
  494. >I open my new book of incantations
  495. >I have been practicing this with a borrowed one for some time
  496. >let’s see if I can pull it off perfectly with this brand-new copy
  497. >here it is, the marks of separation
  498. >I point my finger at her and chant
  499. >“circumlinisti stibio rituum. da mihi hanc meretricem, et dividant iubes super eam”
  500. >the tip of my finger flashes a bright light
  501. >the strokes of paint on the bat turn from black to white before disappearing from her skin
  502. >Amapola trembles for a fraction of a second before falling apart at the marks
  503. >her body has been divided into dozens of pieces
  504. >she stares in horror at her body being spread over the floor like a collapsed lego set
  505. >“MY BODY! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BODY?!”
  506. >“I made it more manageable”
  507. >I walk to her, shoving her unwanted bits aside with my foot
  508. >I pick her head and her lower abdomen from the mess
  509. >“see, now I can toy with your cute butt without having to worry about you kicking or hitting me”
  510. >“y-you… YOU TURNED MY INTO A TOY!”
  511. >the short stumps that were her legs start squirming around
  512. >the small bits of her on the floor that contain joints are twitching as well
  513. >“we are gonna have a fun evening today”
  514. >“y-you can’t…
  515. >the tears rolling down her head become bigger and more numerous
  516. >a little bit of snot is dripping from her nose
  517. >“…this is my life now, I’m just a hole for you”
  518. >“noooot really… I could undo the spell any time I wanted”
  519. >“are… are you gonna do it?”
  520. >“maybe later”
  521. >she sniffles and shuts her eyes shut
  522. >that’s pretty much all she can do now
  523.  
  524. >I laugh as I take stuff her two useful pieces into the box and carry it up
  525. >I dump the box next to the couch in front of the tv
  526. >from it, I pick Amapola’s head and place it gently on the sofa
  527. >I check my watch to see what time it is
  528. >“I’m half an hour the match is going to start”
  529. >“w-what?”
  530. >“a MMA match, some Cuban guy and a Philippino guy are gonna kick the shit out of each other for sport”
  531. >she just stares at me confused
  532. >“…anyway, I’m gonna go for snacks so don’t you move~”
  533. >“it… it’s not like I can anyway”
  534. >I snap my fingers and point at her
  535. >“exactly”
  536. >she starts to sob again as I pour a bag of party mix into 2 bowls
  537. >one larger than the other
  538. >I put the larger bowl on the couch next to Amapola’s head
  539. >I walk upstairs with the other one and walk into my bedroom
  540. >Chell is laying down on my bed and wearing her pajamas
  541. >she’s watching Diamond Is Unbreakable on the tv
  542. >“I brought you some snacks”
  543. >I place the bowl in front of her and she gently tugs it to her
  544. >“those this one have cheese twists?”
  545. >“no but it has honey cashews and chocolate mini-pretzels”
  546. >she gasps a little before digging through the snack mix for a pretzel
  547. >she inspects it with puppy eyes before gently putting it in her mouth”
  548. >she smiles and her antennae wiggle a bit
  549. >“t-thank you anon”
  550. >“no problem, just don’t make much noise, ok?”
  551. >gives me a reassuring nod as I leave the room
  552. >back downstairs I see Amapola’s head on the floor
  553. >face down and completely still
  554. >“a-anon? please help me up”
  555. >her voice sounds muffled
  556. >“what did you try to do?”
  557. >“no-nothing!”
  558.  
  559. >“yeah right, you were trying to hide, weren’t you?”
  560. >“n-no?”
  561. >I bend down and pick her up
  562. >“you are just a head sillyhead, you weren’t going anywhere”
  563. >“I’m- I’m sorry”
  564. >“just relax and let’s watch the match”
  565. >I said as I sat down on the couch next to the bowl of party mix
  566. >I keep her head between my crossed legs, feeding her some snacks from time to time
  567. >her but is sitting next to me
  568. >it twitches from every so often
  569. >I wonder how her other parts are doing.
  570. >“hey, you don’t feel anything wrong with the rest of your body downstairs?”
  571. >she sniffles a bit before answering
  572. >“everything feels wrong…”
  573. >“yeah I imagine but I meant like, nothing hurts right?”
  574. >“n-no I guess n-not…”
  575. >“why are you so shaky?”
  576. >“b-b-BECAUSE YOU ARE GONNA DO SOMETHING TO ME”
  577. >“and by that you mean…?”
  578. >“y-you brought my lower torso for something!”
  579. >“…”
  580. >“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH IT?!”
  581. >“…don’t yell at me like that or-”
  582. >“OR WHAT?”
  583. >I simply frown at her before putting her head on the sofa and grabbing her ass
  584. >her face turns to fear as I place it on the box and take it to the kitchen
  585. >“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY PLEASE BRING MY TORSO BACK”
  586. >on the way to the kitchen I stop by one of my bookcases
  587. >there’s something here that I need
  588. >I move some books out of the way
  589. >letting them fall onto the floor
  590. >here it is
  591. >a metal device for torture
  592. >with a body in the shape of a tear that ends into a point, divided into three with a crank in the other end
  593. >a pear of anguish
  594. >“WHAT IS THAT?! WHAT ARE YOU GONN- STOP STOP I’M SORRY”
  595. >I put her ass next to the sink
  596. >I bend down and open the cupboard
  597. >from it I pull out a set of funnels with flexible end tubes
  598. >I take the one with the thinnest end piece
  599. >I take the cork from the box
  600. >I was gonna use it for something else but fuck it
  601. >she needs another lesson
  602. >with the knife, I carve the cork into a thinner diameter
  603. >I place her torso upside down in the sink and grab the pear
  604. >place the thin end into her urethral opening and slowly open it until it puts resistance
  605. >I can hear her screaming from the living room
  606. >hopes this teaches her a lesson on addressing me with respect next time
  607. >I shove the flexible end of the funnel down her urethra and open the sink’s cold tab
  608. >cold water runs the opposite way down her urethral track
  609. >filling her bladder and intensifying the screams
  610. >when the funnel overflows, I take it out and quickly put the cork on her urethra
  611. >I close the pear and use its thin tip to push the cork down more
  612. >her belly is now swollen with cold water and the cork keeps her from being able to relief herself for now
  613. >and its texture also scratches and burns her fleshy track
  614. >I place everything back in the box and come back to the couch to find her head panting, cheeks completely red and snot and tears dribbling down her nose and eyes
  615. >“what did you learn just now?”
  616. >her lips just quiver as she breaks down weeping
  617. >“what was it?”
  618. >“to-to n… to not sc-scream at you”
  619. >“good girl”
  620.  
  621. >some time passes, the match is soon to be over
  622. >but suddenly I hear Amapola’s breath get heavier
  623. >I pay no attention to that until some moments later when her breathing turns into contained grunts
  624. >I look over to see her torso spazzing in pulses
  625. >I know what she’s doing
  626. >she’s trying to push the cork out
  627. >I grab the pear and her torso
  628. >“w-wait, what are you doing?!”
  629. >I open her folds with my fingers
  630. >effectively, the cork is peeking out of her pink hole
  631. >“no… wait don’t”
  632. >I push it back into place with the tip of the pear
  633. >“GAH… WAIT… AAGH!”
  634. >“not until I say so”
  635. >“y-you b-b-b…”
  636. >some more time passes after this
  637. >she doesn’t try anything anymore
  638. >just sitting in my lap with tears silently streaming down her head
  639. >I put her besides her torso as I get up to get a beer from the fridge
  640. >my pack is not on the fridge, where did I left it?
  641. >oh no…
  642. >I left it in the freezer!
  643. >god dammit!
  644. >it’s now just cold bitter slurry
  645. >…but this gives me an idea
  646. >I thought to myself as I looked with an evil grin at Amapola’s torso
  647. >I fell back into the couch with the half-frozen beer bottle in my hand
  648. >“I’m need your body for something, hold on”
  649. >“w-what?”
  650. >I place the butt of the cold bottle against her ass
  651. >“NO! NO! NONONONONONONONO NOT AGAIN!”
  652. >the butt of the bottle parts her as cheeks like the red sea and plunges into her hole
  653. >she cries out in distress as her torso arches suddenly and violently squirms around
  654. >“come on, you took my entire hand before, how is this any worse?”
  655. >“t-t-t- IT’S COLD!”
  656. >“that’s the point, it’s a slurry of ice-beer that is to nasty to drink, and your ass should be warms enough to turn it liquid but not hot enough to make it nasty!”
  657. >“y-you are a sick man, I w-would have rather gone to jail!”
  658. >“you should have broken into a different house then”
  659. >she just stares at me, heavy breathing, red face and pouty lips
  660. >yougetwhatyoufuckingdeserve.png
  661. >once fully inside, I move the bottle about slowly
  662. >she lets out grunts and hacks of protest
  663. >I feel something wet drip onto my leg
  664. >her pussy is leaking
  665. >does she like this?
  666. >probably not
  667. >it may just be a reflex
  668. >I’m not too terrible of a man so I should let her get off
  669. >I slowly insert my index and middle finger in between her lips
  670. >she gasps softly at my intrusion
  671. >“nnngh… please don’t…”
  672. >“shhh… this one is going to be nice, you’ll see”
  673. >“I- I can’t…”
  674.  
  675. >I spend the next few minutes rubbing and caressing her labia
  676. >I gotta say, for someone with little sexual experience, she is holding up pretty well
  677. >although she seems to be reaching her limit
  678. >her body starts to twitch more violently
  679. >she is about to come, I can feel it
  680. >as my final act I spread her lips and take a good hard lick at her pink, causing her to scream
  681. >mmm salty, with a little hint of despair
  682. >she discharges upwards
  683. >her fluids arch down and hit my TV
  684. >“woaw there, I didn’t know you were a squirter?”
  685. >her cheeks turn beat red and tries to avoid eye contact
  686. >“hope it was enough to make my beer drinkable”
  687. >she stars to pant heavily as I pull the bottle out of her
  688. >completely liquid but still cool
  689. >nice
  690. >after finishing my bottle and taking her torso to the bathroom to let her get some relief
  691. >I take both her pieces down to the basement and piece her back together
  692. >once back in one piece she immediately collapses
  693. >her exhausted body twitching and spazzing
  694. >“m-my butt… it hurts…”
  695. >“hope you are ready for tomorrow, I got something out of this world for you”
  696. >she passes out
  697. >I take advantage and tie her back down and leave the basement
  698.  
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