Mariah Lewd Shitpost (haha get it)

>”Ah haha.”
>”Heeheehaha.”
>”Ahhhahahahahahahahaha!!!”
>”Looks like my Bast has you secured soundly to that metal wall!”
>”You know, watching you squirm like that...”
>”Face down, but trying to resist being flattened...”
>”To be frank, its hilarious.”
>You hear heels clicking towards you, and then a clang when she steps one one of your hands
>You can’t stop yourself from yelping out in pain
>your other arm reflexively tries to cradle it, but it doesn’t budge
>Mariah sees this, and starts to laugh
>You grit your teeth, determined to not give her a reaction
>She starts to really grind her shoe into your fingers, and you only exhale sharply through your teeth l
>”Oh?” She says
>”Not going to scream for me?”
>She lowers her leg.
>”That’s fine. I’m not here to gloat, anyway. Not exclusively.”
>You hear her take something out her pocket
>It jingles

>Heels clack from the left of you to the right of you
>Mariah trots into view, and her face is right in front of you
>She smiles at you
>Such a genuine, happy, punchable little smile
>And she leans in, purses her lips and
>Passes right past your face and whispers into your ear
>”This one might be a little tough for you. Try to stay still, you’ll get through it.”
>She takes a few steps back, and holds up a hand
>you can see what’s in her hand now
>Ringed right in her middle finger, there’s a string of metal anal beads you don’t know how many beads long
>The magnetism has made them point right at you, eager to do Mariah’s bidding
>With newfound vigor, you struggle against the wall
>Mariah laughs

>Clack
>Clack
>Clack
>Click
>Something tickles your ribcage, and you feel a prick
>A knife.
>Is she goring you?
>No. it’d be very easy to do that, what with the magnetism.
>You feel the knife trail up the side of your body
>So, so close to piercing the skin
>But it just rips the fabric with a long rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
>krrt
>Cold air tickles your love handles and ribs, making you shiver
>She circles around with another Clack Clack Clack to do the same to the other side
>The knife just barely gets deep enough to puncture the skin, this time.
>You’re bleeding a bit, now. You can feel it.
>Mariah doesn’t say anything. She hasn’t even giggled
>The only thing you can hear is your heart beat quickening
>With a flick of the knife, the shirt’s been cut in two
>It falls to the floor, except for a layer of cloth pinned to the wall with your body
>It dawns on you she’s about to do the same with your pants
>Suddenly, it becomes a few degrees colder in the room
>Shit

>Mariah spends a good few seconds positioning the beads
>It’s way too silent for you, the beads are probably forming a straight line pointing to your asshole
>This is really going to happen, huh?
>You can’t even move, right now
>You still try when you feel her palm your left asscheek
>Fingers close around it as she pulls it to the left
>Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
>Gingerly, the first bead lands on the surface of your asshole
>It’s cold, and you can tell there’s no goddamned lube on it
>Your starfish spasms at the coolness reflexively, like a nose exposed to pepper
>Little flecks of pain start to flare up due to parts of your butthole being stretched by Mariah’s hand
>Then, you feel the pressure
>No
>As your magnetism grows stronger, the force causes the bead to prod you the entrance to your asshole
>You can feel Mariah’s smug-ass grin, it’s driving you mad
>As the bead is poking it’s way in, having broken your rectum’s defense like an overdue turd
>Mariah raises a finger and gently applies pressure to it
>And it finally begins to really trudge past the ring of your sphincter
>You scream

>Your asshole twitches uncontrollably, pushing against the force of the beads
>But your magnetism is too strong at this point, so this only serves to make the bead sinking into your asshole more painful
>As tears begin to blur you vision, another bead slips in
>It feels like a fucking thermos is being shoved up your ass, what the fuck
>Mariah begins to really cackle this time
>Another jingle, beads hit the side of your leg and stick
>”Looks like your magnetism strong enough that it doesn’t need me anymore. I’ll leave you to it.”
>She walks on over and sits right in front of you
>A smug little grin is plastered on her face
>You clench your teeth
>It’s the only thing you can do, right now
>Hide your pain from Mariah
>She gives no indication of whether or not this bothers her
>She just sits there patiently, same smug expression on her face as another bead slinks it’s way into your pucker
>It doesn’t hurt as much, this time

>Your tears are dry now
>How many beads have sunk into your asshole by now?
>They aren’t coming steadily, but at one point past the third bead, you lost count
>You are currently frothing at the mouth trying to deal with it
>The pain has dulled all your senses but the burning in your sphincter and a dull sensation somewhere in your gut
>You barely even hear the clacking start again
>But you do feel her breath on the back of your neck
>Her hand on your shoulder
>”Alllright, let’s wrap this this up, yeah?”
>Tug
>There’s a significant tug on the beads
>Your magnetism is pretty strong at this point, they must be really stuck in there
>Mariah is really struggling to yank the rest out
>But after a few seconds of sustained pull, the first bead comes out
>Really fast
>It’s a different pain than the pain of entry, but you don’t have time to think about it too much or even brace yourself
>Out comes a second bead

>Three.
>You think you hear Mariah straining, but you can’t be sure
>The pressure on your shoulder increases
>Four
>Five
>She stops
>You begin to realize how much pain you’re in
>you quiver and dry heave
>Why did she stop?
>Just get it over with you fucking-
>Tug
>...
>Six
>...
>...
>Seven
>She stops again.
>Tug. Tug.
>Eiiiiiiiight...
>And then
>The rest of the metal beads fly out your asshole, ripping and tearing all the way through
>You feel like part of your ass comes out with them
>It doesn’t really, but what does come out is shit
>Little nuggets of shit fly out with little “plops” along with the beads, being launched out with what little strength your spasmimg sphincter has left in it
>The pain has made you lose control of your bladder, and a stream of pee flows down the metal wall you’re attached to
>You hear Mariah’s disgusted screams somehow, through your own anguished wailing
>Shortly after, a few heeled kicks land on your back
>This shuts you up as you try to brace yourself
>All you really accomplish is curling up a little

>Mariah is satisfied after maybe half a minute of kicking
>The only sound in the room is your wheezing
>it’s over
>Please, let it be over
>Clack clack
>”This wasn’t nearly as good as I’d hoped it would be. We’re done here.”
>Oh, thank god
>The clacks begin again, and they grow softer
>Then the door shuts

>Well, you feel pathetic
>Your asshole’s on fire, you’re really cold, you don’t have any clothes, and you’ve just pissed and shat yourself
>But at least the worst is over
>
>Your magnetism leaves you all at once
>You fall ass first into damp clothes and shit, then fall back into a puddle with more shit in it

The End