Woodcutter Woes

//Lumberjack Loss
Your fight with the demon lumberjack isn't going well, but you haven't lost yet. The reek of this wretched place and the thought of what will happen if you don't beat him here and now keep you focused, driven. You [i: will] get through this. You will fell this monster. You just need to find an opening.

But you're on the ground, and you're not sure how. You were still fighting, still in it, but then... then... something happened that you can't quite remember. It's all so blurry. Did you hit your head? You hear a sigh of relief from above and then feel the pressure of a boot in the center of your back, crushing all hopes of resistance.

[say: Well, you certainly gave me quite the workout. That's alright, I like to get a bit worked up before a roll in the hay.]

At this, one last fleeting surge of desperation wells up inside of you, and you try to heave yourself [if (hasweapon) {towards your [weapon]|away}], but the demon simply sighs and presses down on you, pinning you in place. Face down like this, you can't see his expression, but you're sure he looks quite smug.

[say: Hmm, can't have you trying anything like that again.]

You scream as he grips you by the [if (singleleg) [if (isgoo) trunk|tail]|legs] and starts to drag you to the back of the cabin. However much you writhe and thrash, the burly demon just chuckles, easily handling your fatigued form. When he reaches the far wall, he heaves you up and onto a table before proceeding to strip your [armor] and hogtie you. The ropes prevent you from doing anything more than fidgeting, and they dig into your [skinshort] hard enough to hurt.

[say: Now, now, no need for strugglin'. This'll all be over real quick.]

//if gore toggled
You ready yourself for the worst, but instead of doing anything insidious, he simply pats you twice and then walks away. You're quite confused, until you see that he's going for his axe, which still rests over where the fight took place. He leisurely bends over and hefts it with practiced ease before walking back to you wearing an easy grin.

[say: Now this'll hurt a bit, but I'm gonna need you to be a big [boy] for me,] he says in a sardonic lilt.

There's nothing you can do. You watch as a pair of legs slowly approaches, the dreadful axe trailing slightly behind them. It rises out of your sight. There's a brief whooshing noise, and then everything is red. Your throat feels raw, but you can't hear your own scream. After an indeterminate amount of time, your vision resolves, and you become aware of a dripping sound.

The lumberjack's face suddenly looms right next to you, and you reflexively try to push him away, but you can't. You look. Your arm is gone. It lies on the ground just below the table, limp and lifeless. You heave deeply, but just barely manage to keep yourself together. He starts to rub something on your stump.

[say: There, that should keep you breathing for the moment. Only [if (singleleg) {two|three}] more to go.]

You pass out several times over the following minutes of unending hell. [b: Thunk]. A scream rips out of your throat, echoing in this enclosed space. [b: Thunk]. You try to think about something else, anything else, anything but this. [b: Thunk]. Everything is red, everything is screaming, you are nothing but nerve and bare bone.

The lumberjack steps back and wipes his brow. [say: There, wasn't so bad, was it?]

Your head swims, and you almost puke. The shock is preventing you from feeling the full brunt of the pain, but your body is only hanging on by a thread. Your every instinct screams at you to use your missing limbs, your mind unable to adjust to this nightmare. You're left to limply struggle as the demon starts to rub the same ointment into the rest of your wounds. It stings, but it also leaves a numbing sensation that is a blessed solace in your current state.

//player has cock
[say: Won't be needing this, either.]

You shiver as he bears down on you, trying to process his words before it's too late. He can't mean...? But he does, you realize as he flips you onto your side and stretches your member out.

[say: [if (cocklength < 5) Wasn't much of anything to begin with, I'm almost doing you a favor|[if (>12) Don't worry, I'm used to felling trunks like this|Sorry, but I just don't swing that way]]. He chuckles, and you shiver.

You barely see a shape rise up and then fall down, your vision too blurry to make much out, but you certainly feel it when the axe hits its mark. You let out one final shout, and then it all fades to black.

//else
[say: Sorry for all the fuss, but you've still got everything you need,] he says, fondling your backside. However, you barely care at this point. Everything is fading away, and you let out one last moan before finally giving up and accepting the comforting black void.


//no gore toggle
You flinch, but can do nothing as he hauls you up and over to a cleared space along the wall. There's a chain there attached to a collar that looks like it'd fit you well. You see a flash of the bound succubus looking at you pityingly, and then something hits you on the back of the head, and everything fades to black.


[Next] //merge
Your eyelids crack. It's dark in this room, and then you remember where you are. You can hear the soft breathing of the sleeping succubus beside you, but nothing else. What woke you? As if to answer, you hear the door to the shed creak open, spilling a sliver of moonlight over you. He's there.

[say: Alright now, wake up, it's time for some fun.]

You have no doubts about what he means, but you're powerless to stop it. He strides up to you and starts stroking your cheek, and it's all you can do not to break down. Drawing his hand back, the demon quickly disrobes, revealing a barbed cock about a foot in length. You don't have much more time to process things before he flips you around, an action made easy by [if (gore) your miserable condition|his impressive strength].

The woodsman spreads your ass, exposing your [vagorass]. He seems to take some small measure of pity on you, starting out slowly rather than just immediately ravaging your depths. However, the length of his member still makes it an uncomfortable experience, and it's not long before you're panting in discomfort.

You want to lash out, break free, run away, but you can't, [if (gore) you'll never be able to do anything for yourself ever again|these iron chains are too strong]. You can do nothing but take it as his long, demonic prick slides in and out of you, stretching your [if (looseness > a lot) already loose] hole. He seems to enjoy himself a great deal as he plows you, but you're not able to find any pleasure in this despicable violation.

In short order, the demon is grunting and groaning as his pace starts to quicken. His hips repeatedly slap into your ass, causing you to flinch every time. [if (gore) Without your limbs to stabilize you|Restricted as you are], you can't really brace yourself, so his every movement rocks your body mercilessly. You find yourself yearning for his release, yearning for this to be over, even if you must be degraded in the process.

And then he grabs you tight as his cock starts to pulse inside of you. He moans almost lovingly into your ear, fondling your [if (cupsize > flat) tits|ass] from behind as a few last pumps smack into you. Finally, he pulls out, and you can feel a thin trickle run down [if (guro) {the stump of }]your [leg].

[say: Well wasn't that refreshing? I feel better already.]

You don't respond, and he walks away after a few moments, out through the open door that you will never reach again.

[Next]
The pain doesn't take long to fade, and you adjust to your new life surprisingly quickly. You're fed, cleaned, and even pampered when your captor is feeling generous. However, you can never escape the horror of your existence, [if (guro) {the unending ache of your lost limbs|the heavy chains binding you}] a constant reminder that you're just a thing now, a toy for your master's pleasure.

And one that he uses quite frequently. Sometimes, he spares you and only uses your fellow prisoner, but all too often you're dragged off and forced to accept his sickening affections. It hurts every time, but you become used to it, learn to ignore the hate welling up within you.[if (gore) { After all, you couldn't possibly do anything to stop him as you are.}]

Still, most of your time is spent waiting. Entire days spent in this dark shed with nothing but a succubus for company. The two of you talked at first, but there are only so many things to say in your situation, so silence quickly reigns over the shed. And in any case, it's hard to build any camaraderie when she's a demon and you wish for nothing more than her to be used in your stead. You begin to long for any distraction, any momentary escape, cherishing every second not spent thinking about your awful fate.

The years pass, or at least you think they do, but the seasons are your lone indication of passing time. You slowly begin to lose touch with reality, receding into yourself as a defense mechanism. It's all one big blur, a bad dream, one that you'll never wake from. In time, you almost learn to love your captor, his visits the only moments of passion in your otherwise dull life. But mostly, you don't feel anything at all.
//game over