Pearl Gemling Abuse

>you’re a janitor living in Beach City
>your job consists of cleaning up after patrons of the local video arcade
>it’s not that bad to be honest. It’s easy work and it pays the bills
>except for this month, that is
>you’d been dabbling in the stock market recently and, unfortunately, you’ve lost most your rent money
>time to look for other ways to get cash
>right away something comes to your mind
>you’ve noticed a small house built into the side of the old temple on the beach
>word is that a group of magical beings live there
>on top they’re not even home a good amount of time
>you bet you’ll be able to get a good amount of money selling one of the magical artifacts they no doubt keep in there
…
>it’s midday, and you’ve been watching the beach house for a few hours now
>an intense flash of light just came out from the windows
>jackpot
>you hurriedly run up the stairs and check the door
>luckily, it’s unlocked
>you slowly peek in just to make sure it’s empty
>yep, no one home
>or at least, that’s what it looks like
>as you start to rummage through the possessions trying to find something that looks valuable to start to hear a soft crying
>alarmed, you look over at its source
>inside a crib over in the corner of the room is a small white feminine creature wearing a tutu and a rather long nose
>it has what appears to be a white oval rock embedded in its forehead
>you realize that if this thing keeps crying it’s sure to attract attention
>making a snap decision you snatch up the white infant and stuff it into your jacket
>rushing out of the house before anyone can come and investigate, you head back to your own apartment to figure out what to do with your new acquaintance
…
>opening your door you take out your cargo and put it on the kitchen table
>you’d been careful to keep your hand over its mouth, and as soon as you release it it starts screaming
>”WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! BAD MAN! BAD MAN! HEWP!”
>You’re already mad at this thing for ruining your burglary, but this screaming just pushes you over the edge
>you wind up and slap your hand across its little white cheek as hard as you can
>the sound of flesh impacting flesh resonates across the room
>this shuts the little gemling up for a moment
>but only a moment
>evident by the dark blue mark growing across its previously flawless skin your smack was quite painful
>after only a few seconds it starts screaming at the top of its lungs, even louder than before
>frustrated, you force its little jaw all the way open
>”Just shut up already you little brat!” you yell at it
>with one swift motion you force your index finger down the gemling’s throat
>this is quite effective at shutting it up, as its cries are cut off by a wet “-GAK”
>tears start welling up in its eyes as it futilely claws at your finger with its tiny limbs
>you respond by forcing your finger even further down into it
>it’s a tight fit, but you keep going until you hit a membrane, probably the bottom of its stomach
>by now the gemling is gagging repeatedly on your invading finger, and squirming around like a possessed worm
>but you decide that this thing needs more punishment for ruining your plans
>you take your free hand and easily rip off the tight pink shorts that it’s wearing
>inspecting the tiny gem’s lower region you note that it’s completely smooth, aside from a single tiny hole between its buttcheeks
>you shrug. A hole’s a hole.
>taking your other hand you forcefully jam another index finger up the gemling’s virgin cloaca
>without any lubricant this process is very slow and difficult
>and judging by the little white pixie’s muffled cries, extremely painful as well
>eventually you’ve wriggled your finger in all the way up to the base of your hand
>the gemling’s four limbs thrash around, desperately trying to free itself from your spitroast
>chuckling, you push your two hands closer together, causing its back to arch up as you further invade its insides
>by now a pool of viscous liquid has accumulated on your table as it slowly leaks out of the gem’s mouth and backside
>alright, enough fun. it’s time for you to finish this.
>you begin by starting to remove your finger from the thing’s cloaca
>to your surprise, however, as pull out you begin taking the gemling’s colon with you
>apparently its bowels were so tight that your thick finger caused a prolapse
>grinning, you speed up the withdraw of your finger as more and more digestive system is expelled
>the gemling is responding to this treatment by kicking at you as hard as she can (which isn’t very hard), and attempting to scream, although this is made into more of a gurgle by your finger down her throat
>finally you finish taking your finger out, leaving the gemling with a relatively long, fleshy tail
>to free up your hands you yank your finger out of its mouth, leaving it coughing and sputtering as tears and snot pour down its pathetic face
>you take your fist and place it on the gemling’s chest, putting just enough weight down on it to slightly obstruct its breathing
>”n-nooooo… p-pewrl hew-“
>you cut off the creature’s sad cries by increasing the weight on your fist slightly
>as you do this the gemling pushes feebly on your hand, desperate and in pain
>you give a few rough tugs on the gemling’s exposed large intestine, enjoying the jumps and winces of pain as you do so
>one of your tugs, however, is too rough
>with a fleshy ripping sound, you look down to find that you’ve ripped the gem’s colon clean off
>as azure blood pours out of the gemling’s opening, it manages to force out a surprised, crazed cry even with your fist pushing down on its lungs
>with a white puff of smoke, the gemling is gone, leaving only its white stone and the blood coating your hand, table, and floor
>you sigh in disappointment as you pick up the rock and throw it in the garbage disposal
>you flip the switch right before you realize your mistake and hear a loud grinding noise
>damn it, now the landlord will be mad at you for that too, on top of the rent
>oh well, you think
>life goes on
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